To make it simple Samsung have shown unbelievable efforts into making their high end mobile offering better in the past years. They seem to look at reviews and user advice so please tell me I'm not the only one that is annoyed by the "bad responsiveness" of screenshots.
I have a S23U, got family members with the S24U and on both when I make a screenshot (power, vol-) the animation sometimes comes 3-5 seconds after the buttons press and you can do nothing during that time, you gotta wait for the animation to be over to tap away or to modify the screenshot...
Usually the screen flashes within 1 second and then there is a "long" wait time/lag until the screenshot preview and menu shows itself.. (this is kinda only the case for the first screenshot if you do multiple ones in a row).
Competitors like OnePlus (which in my opinion are still the leaders in "smoothness" on android) get the animation to show within milliseconds, plus it's displayed on the bottom of the screen so it doesn't block your screen for 5 seconds. Would be cool if Samsung could take example, to go towards the perfect high-end experience.

MINISFORUM's premium brand AtomMan has launched the pre-sale of the X7 Ti on its official store, which is the world’s first Intel Core Ultra 9 AI Mini PC with a touch screen and native OCulink interface. The barebones version is priced at $669, and the 32+1T version is available for $849.
Link: https://store.minisforum.com/products/atomman-x7-ti
The AtomMan X7 Ti is equipped with Intel's flagship Core Ultra 9 185H processor, featuring 16 cores and 22 threads with a maximum turbo frequency of 5.1GHz. It utilizes Intel's advanced 4-process technology and low-power island architecture, optimizing energy efficiency. The built-in next-generation Intel Arc graphics offers double the 3D graphics performance, significantly enhancing image rendering and video editing speeds. It supports AV1 encoding, providing clearer and smaller-sized video outputs at the same bitrate, hardware ray tracing, and XeSS super-sampling technology for more realistic and detailed gaming visuals
The Core Ultra processor also integrates an independent NPU AI engine for the first time. With the combined power of CPU, GPU, and NPU AI engines, the AtomMan X7 Ti achieves an 8x increase in AI efficiency, unleashing local AI superpowers to generate AIGC in seconds.
Notably, the X7 Ti features a native OCulink interface that supports up to 64Gbps transmission bandwidth. Paired with MINISFORUM’s first eGPU dock - the DEG1, it can expand to higher-performance external desktop graphics cards with minimal loss, transforming the Mini PC into a workstation to meet the computational needs of high-end gaming, professional creation, and AI tasks.
Additionally, MINISFORUM offers a combo package of the X7 Ti and DEG1. The barebones combo is priced at $719, and the 32+1T combo is available for $899.
The AtomMan X7 Ti is equipped with a 4-inch touch screen, supporting system monitoring, performance adjustment, time display, and customizable themes. It features a 1080P HD camera with a physical switch for privacy protection, supports Windows Hello and Studio Effects, and can be angle-adjusted with a stand. Paired with dual digital microphones, it offers excellent collaboration experiences for video conferencing.
This Mini PC comes with dual-channel DDR5 5600MHz high-frequency memory, supporting up to 96GB. It includes two M.2 PCIe 4.0 SSD slots and an SD expansion card slot with speeds up to 60MB/s, meeting the storage needs of filmmakers and creative professionals.
The AtomMan X7 Ti utilizes the Cold Wave cooling system, featuring a proprietary compact phase-change cooling material, a large silent cooling fan, and three heat pipes, ensuring stable 65W performance release.
For video output, the X7 Ti supports up to four different displays through HDMI 2.1, DisplayPort 2.0, and two USB4 ports. In addition to supporting the latest WiFi 7, the X7 Ti is equipped with dual 5G Ethernet ports, providing users with both wireless and wired high-speed internet options.

MINISFORUM's premium brand AtomMan has launched the pre-sale of the X7 Ti on its official store, which is the world’s first Intel Core Ultra 9 AI Mini PC with a touch screen and native OCulink interface. The barebones version is priced at $669, and the 32+1T version is available for $849.
Link: https://store.minisforum.com/products/atomman-x7-ti
The AtomMan X7 Ti is equipped with Intel's flagship Core Ultra 9 185H processor, featuring 16 cores and 22 threads with a maximum turbo frequency of 5.1GHz. It utilizes Intel's advanced 4-process technology and low-power island architecture, optimizing energy efficiency. The built-in next-generation Intel Arc graphics offers double the 3D graphics performance, significantly enhancing image rendering and video editing speeds. It supports AV1 encoding, providing clearer and smaller-sized video outputs at the same bitrate, hardware ray tracing, and XeSS super-sampling technology for more realistic and detailed gaming visuals.
The Core Ultra processor also integrates an independent NPU AI engine for the first time. With the combined power of CPU, GPU, and NPU AI engines, the AtomMan X7 Ti achieves an 8x increase in AI efficiency, unleashing local AI superpowers to generate AIGC in seconds.
Notably, the X7 Ti features a native OCulink interface that supports up to 64Gbps transmission bandwidth. Paired with MINISFORUM’s first eGPU dock - the DEG1, it can expand to higher-performance external desktop graphics cards with minimal loss, transforming the Mini PC into a workstation to meet the computational needs of high-end gaming, professional creation, and AI tasks.
Additionally, MINISFORUM offers a combo package of the X7 Ti and DEG1. The barebones combo is priced at $719, and the 32+1T combo is available for $899.
The AtomMan X7 Ti is equipped with a 4-inch touch screen, supporting system monitoring, performance adjustment, time display, and customizable themes. It features a 1080P HD camera with a physical switch for privacy protection, supports Windows Hello and Studio Effects, and can be angle-adjusted with a stand. Paired with dual digital microphones, it offers excellent collaboration experiences for video conferencing.
This Mini PC comes with dual-channel DDR5 5600MHz high-frequency memory, supporting up to 96GB. It includes two M.2 PCIe 4.0 SSD slots and an SD expansion card slot with speeds up to 60MB/s, meeting the storage needs of filmmakers and creative professionals.
The AtomMan X7 Ti utilizes the Cold Wave cooling system, featuring a proprietary compact phase-change cooling material, a large silent cooling fan, and three heat pipes, ensuring stable 65W performance release.
For video output, the X7 Ti supports up to four different displays through HDMI 2.1, DisplayPort 2.0, and two USB4 ports. In addition to supporting the latest WiFi 7, the X7 Ti is equipped with dual 5G Ethernet ports, providing users with both wireless and wired high-speed internet options.

MINISFORUM's premium brand AtomMan has launched the pre-sale of the X7 Ti on its official store, which is the world’s first Intel Core Ultra 9 AI Mini PC with a touch screen and native OCulink interface. The barebones version is priced at $669, and the 32+1T version is available for $849.
Link: https://store.minisforum.com/products/atomman-x7-ti
The AtomMan X7 Ti is equipped with Intel's flagship Core Ultra 9 185H processor, featuring 16 cores and 22 threads with a maximum turbo frequency of 5.1GHz. It utilizes Intel's advanced 4-process technology and low-power island architecture, optimizing energy efficiency. The built-in next-generation Intel Arc graphics offers double the 3D graphics performance, significantly enhancing image rendering and video editing speeds. It supports AV1 encoding, providing clearer and smaller-sized video outputs at the same bitrate, hardware ray tracing, and XeSS super-sampling technology for more realistic and detailed gaming visuals.
The Core Ultra processor also integrates an independent NPU AI engine for the first time. With the combined power of CPU, GPU, and NPU AI engines, the AtomMan X7 Ti achieves an 8x increase in AI efficiency, unleashing local AI superpowers to generate AIGC in seconds.
Notably, the X7 Ti features a native OCulink interface that supports up to 64Gbps transmission bandwidth. Paired with MINISFORUM’s first eGPU dock - the DEG1, it can expand to higher-performance external desktop graphics cards with minimal loss, transforming the Mini PC into a workstation to meet the computational needs of high-end gaming, professional creation, and AI tasks.
Additionally, MINISFORUM offers a combo package of the X7 Ti and DEG1. The barebones combo is priced at $719, and the 32+1T combo is available for $899.
The AtomMan X7 Ti is equipped with a 4-inch touch screen, supporting system monitoring, performance adjustment, time display, and customizable themes. It features a 1080P HD camera with a physical switch for privacy protection, supports Windows Hello and Studio Effects, and can be angle-adjusted with a stand. Paired with dual digital microphones, it offers excellent collaboration experiences for video conferencing.
This Mini PC comes with dual-channel DDR5 5600MHz high-frequency memory, supporting up to 96GB. It includes two M.2 PCIe 4.0 SSD slots and an SD expansion card slot with speeds up to 60MB/s, meeting the storage needs of filmmakers and creative professionals.
The AtomMan X7 Ti utilizes the Cold Wave cooling system, featuring a proprietary compact phase-change cooling material, a large silent cooling fan, and three heat pipes, ensuring stable 65W performance release.
For video output, the X7 Ti supports up to four different displays through HDMI 2.1, DisplayPort 2.0, and two USB4 ports. In addition to supporting the latest WiFi 7, the X7 Ti is equipped with dual 5G Ethernet ports, providing users with both wireless and wired high-speed internet options.

Finding internships about the environment and engineering are pretty scarce in my area, at least from the websites I'm looking at. All I found was a internship of being on a campaign team to peform leadership, or distribute information for citizens to vote for the congress women the campaign team is for. It seems like a cool job and even comes with a chance to get a letter of rec from a congress member.
Now I'm wondering if I should even take this job, as it doesn't exactly align with being a environmental engineer or environmental science, and would it look bad on a college application if this internship is more political focused while my other activities are environmental focused? Or should I message the avaliable environmental internships, but they mostly only accept applicants with a highschool diploma or working towards a Bachelors, but should I message them anyway to see if they offer a special program?

Hi,
Context 1, Early June
I was medically withdrawn from school (selective, large university) in September of 2022. It started, in early June of that year, with me having my first cold when I travelled for a weekend event, in three or four years, and the cold was so bad, I was so confused and tired I almost boarded the wrong flight home (like I walked down the bridge and almost entered the wrong plane to God knows where, until I turned around and a flight attended had to give me like a very kind pep talk).
It started with a strep throat during that weekend, then I began to cough so hard I felt dizzy, and I didn't stop coughing until December of that year. It was the worst cold I've had in my life, and I think it was made worse by the additional focus on hygiene during COVID (face masks etc.), which might have weakened my imune system. It was my first time going out without wearing a mask, and I happened to catch a cold.
Context 2, Late June/July
When I returned, I was alone in my off campus apartment, my body would itch (and this didn't make sense because there aren't any visible or surfaced, insects like mosquitos or I guess even ants in this area since it's so arid), I would sweat when I slept in my air conditioned room, I would have to walk a mile from my off campus apartment in the Arizona like heat and climate of July and August while having a cold. When I entered my over-cooled central AC apartment (I would have to leave windows and doors open to make it warmer) from the 95+ degree weather (I'm from a cold area of the country, but I grew up in several continents, and I'd never experienced this much heat), my stomach would begin to hurt from the instant change in temperature. I had to do really important work stuff that I couldn't miss, so I took different medications which caused my chest to hurt. I didn't want to go to the hospital because I was on the opposite side of the country, and I didn't know what would happen since I'm completely unfamiliar with how medical things are handled, and I had never stayed overnight in a hospital before, and I knew what I'm experiencing would probably warrant an extended stay.
Context 3, July/August
I then stopped eating, sleeping, and drinking water. Someone began spam texting me implicitly illicit texts (I would block the number, but another one would appear from another number, so like a dozen different numbers, and the texts weren't like a bot or automated, it would include photos and mention things I did recently e.g. go to the bar, it didn't ask for money or to download an app, it felt like someone I could have met or known irl was harassing me, perhaps as just a joke), and I barely give my number out and change it around once a year, so I was just so upset someone I knew gave my number to someone, or is doing this. Because of the delirium from the cold, I the began to send like weird (but not in any way, threatening or harassing, texts to mostly my friends who also attended the school) to figure out who gave my number or was behind the harassing texts. I had also experienced another issue with on campus, irl, harassment from a previous roommate that I had to report to campus safety multiple times, and I guess perhaps just because of the delirium, considering the digital harassment, I had become super persistent about my physical harassment that occurred just the semester before, and then an academic dean seriously offered to help, but then this led to a meeting with several deans. A day after this meeting, I emailed one of the deans to say that I am crying, and I was emailed at 8am to do a pysch evaluation at 11am in the morning. Because I hadn't slept the night before, and I had a feeling this would be a consequential meeting, in addition to having to walk 1 mile in the afternoon heat to this meeting, I asked to reschedule and then I was told no. Then I was sent a Maxient involuntary medical withdrawal letter.
Context 4, Now
I've been to about half a dozen pysch doctors (even one that's a lecturer at a leading medical research university), and about four therapists, since, and I haven't been diagnosed with anything definitively. My current therapist, who is a former (or current) professor in psychology, and I've met with since late November of 2023, still doesn't have a diagnoses. I present extremely well, and I'm usually more social and normal than most people (as in, whenever I do any internship or research program, I'm usually assigned management mentors, or tracked towards management as opposed to the actual job, since I just seem so social/"normal"), so I guess you would have to look really deep to find something. I know that I probably have a sleep issue, so after meeting with a sleep doctor, I'm trying to setup a sleep study. In the meantime, I've been prescribed medication to combat day time sleepiness. Other related medical issues include the fact that my dad has Cushing syndrome, and I'm pretty confident I have it, or at least a cortisol issue (I have the visible/physical signs, as well as persistent high blood pressure, and other symptoms). Then, I also have several skin issues, that I'm also treating as well. I'm also getting ready to get evaluated for an anxiety issue which multiple non-psychiatric doctors think I have.
To be extremely honest, I'm kind of grateful I experienced this because I understand my body more, and how to seek help when my body is overwhelmed. Also, I kind of knew there would be an job crisis issue in April of 2022 since interest rates were rising and it would lead to less investments, therefore less jobs, so I've kind of enjoyed using this time to relax, travel, and learn new things. However, I'm starting to become anxious that I won't be able to return at all.
Question
Which leads to the question and title of my post, do time limits on withdrawals or leaves of absence apply to medical withdrawals or leaves of absence? My grades are pretty good, and I have no disciplinary issues, so I can still transfer, but I would still like to get back in, to be extremely frank, I would like to get back in first before transferring (just to tie up some loose ends to make a stronger transfer application). The way the communication (emails) from the schools non academic deans are worded, it's being made to seem as if I can't return at all (unless I reapply through admissions/the common app) regardless of if a doctor clears me. The way the letter is worded, it seems like I need to be cleared by a medical professional. My advisor, whose a non-educational lawyer, and spoke to the non academic deans for I guess an hour, has said I would only be approved to return if I take medication for 6-12 months. An email with a non-academic dean said this as well.
Side note
The most upsetting thing about this whole experience has been attempting to communicate this to people early on, who I usually wouldn't go to with issues, but my close advisors aren't familiar with academia and medical issues, so I've been forced to, and getting told I should leave the school or just college entirely because I have some severe psychiatric issue, that no doctor or therapist I've met thinks I have. It's I think part of what caused me to take so long, until I began speaking with my current therapist whose helped me kind of recount what happened. I feel like, it's very easy in similar situations to mine, to be directed towards potentially a wrong and inapt direction and I think the stem of this is the stigma around mental health.

I built a new PC today but I haven't been able to get past POST. It will attempt a good few times before giving me 1 beep then shutting off and starting the cycle over. After doing some research, I found out the 1 beep for my motherboard means there is a memory issue - but I have no clue how to move forward with that. It is also important to note that my display is NOT turning on. Below are my specs and everything that I have done to attempt to fix:
Motherboard: ASRock M350 Pro4 (Took out of my old PC)
GPU: Asus Dual GeForce RTX 4060 Ti OC Edition
CPU: AMD Ryzen 7 5800x 8-Core - 16-Thread
CPU Cooler: ID-COOLING FROSTFLOW X240
PSU: Thermaltake Toughpower GF A3
RAM: Corsair VENGEANCE RGB PRO SL DDR4 2x16GB 3600MHz
Here are some of the different things that I have done to try to fix it

1. Unplug and Replug everything from the MOBO, PSU, and GPU
2. Put in the old RAM (G.Skill Ripjaws DDR4 - don't remember anything else about it)
3. Tried to plug my monitor into the MOBO instead of the GPU
4. Tried to boot with only one hard drive at a time (I have 2 hard drives and 1 SSD)
5. Tried to boot without any storage
6. Tried a CMOS reset

I am just not sure what else to try. I asked some friends for help and they assisted me with the above steps, but now we all are a bit lost and unsure what to try next.
I did see on PartPicker that my BIOS might need an update, but I am unsure how to go about that without completely dismantling my current build back into the old build. Any help would be GREATLY appreciated!

I absolutely love my HP Laserjet 5MP (aka HP Lovecraft), which I bought for all my pennies in 1994 or so. Last December it was starting to print every page faint and with a bunch of smudging (gray background), so I replaced it with a spare toner cartridge that had been lying around for at least 20 years. It is also faint and smudgy, and when I print with it, I can see that the drum immediately becomes completely dirty inside the cartridge. New cartridges for this thing are super expensive now, so I'm reluctant to just buy a new one to try it, but does some guru know whether there's a chance it was just a bad cartridge, or is this a problem with the printer itself? (In which case, is it fixable?) I don't want to say goodbye to it quite yet!

I’m going to omit many details on this as there is an ongoing HR investigation into the matter and I’m not trying to complicate things further.
I work at a cell phone provider. I have a coworker who to me is very obviously autistic. His parents never got him officially diagnosed or took him to therapy. I’ve begged him for his sake to see a professional to better understand how to navigate the workplace and his life generally.
To give an idea of him, he meets all the signs of being on the spectrum. Monotone voice, difficulty translating or detecting emotion, completely unaware of how customers he’s talking to are reacting to what he’s saying, seeming developmentally stunted (acts more similarly to a middle schooler instead of his age.) He himself has even stated he thinks he is autistic.
Thankfully he finally started going to a professional for help and just had his first session. Unfortunately, it seemingly was too late.
He has shown interest in trying to obtain relationships often. When he interacts with women he finds attractive, it very much reminds me of a middle schooler. He puts on an entirely different persona, tries to joke around more (although nobody can tell he’s joking because his intonation is flat and his jokes do not read like jokes), and tries to be “cool.” All has seemed relatively innocent though until now.
There was a woman who came into the store with her dad. My coworker found this woman who came in with her father to be attractive. The daughter bought a phone. As the phone was transferring data, my coworker (without telling the woman) went on the person’s phone and added himself on her Snapchat. He then snapped her with what he thought was a joke, which said “be careful who you leave your phone with” and had a picture of himself sent with it. I know this because my coworker told me after she left.
I laid into him for it, saying women have to deal with a lot right now socially and every single thing he did likely made this girl incredibly uncomfortable and even scared. I told him he heavily crossed boundaries and what he said to her made him look like he’s trying to scare her or worse, regardless of his intention to joke with her. He couldn’t see it as bad or negative. He believed everything he did was totally okay. I couldn’t convince him otherwise.
What he doesn’t know is I reported him to HR for this instance.
All this to say… was this the right thing to do? I have this pit in my stomach like I’m doing something wrong and should’ve better helped my coworker with his mental health so this sort of issue wouldn’t arise. I feel like a bad person simultaneously for feeling guilty because he did something that is unacceptable and I don’t want to feel like I’m coddling someone who displayed terrible behavior.

Here is my hardware after I upgraded the motherboard, CPU, and RAM. I can post the hardware I replaced as well, if that is relevant.

• CaseADATA XPG BATTLECRUISER Tempered Glass Gaming Case - White
• ProcessorAMD Ryzen 7 7800X3D 8-Core, 16-Thread
• Processor Cooling[WHT] NZXT Kraken X73 360mm RGB Liquid Cooling System
• MemoryG.SKILL Trident Z5 RGB Series (Intel XMP 3.0) DDR5 RAM 32GB (2x16GB) 6400MT/s
• Video CardNVIDIA GeForce RTX 3070 - 8GB GDDR6 (VR-Ready)
• MotherboardASUS ROG Strix B650-A Gaming WiFi 6E AM5
• Power Supply850 Watt - CORSAIR RM850X - 80 PLUS Gold, Fully Modular
• Primary Storage1TB Samsung 980 PRO M.2 PCIe NVMe Gen 4 SSD -- Gen 4 Read: 6900MB/s; Write: 5000MB/s, Gen 3 Read: 3500MB/s; Write: 3400 MB/s

Every time I boot, I am met with this message from BIOS:
"CPU Fan Error! Ensure that the CPU fan is properly installed on the CPU_FAN header..."
I can feel the water moving inside the AIO, but the CPU fans are not running, the cooler and fans are not being recognized in the BIOS or Windows, and the NZXT LCD display is not on
I have plugged and unplugged to the CPU_FAN header, the CPU_OPT header, and AIO header. These have not changed anything
Thanks for your help in advance

I’m going to omit many details on this as there is an ongoing HR investigation into the matter and I’m not trying to complicate things further.
I work at a cell phone provider. I have a coworker who to me is very obviously autistic. His parents never got him officially diagnosed or took him to therapy. I’ve begged him for his sake to see a professional to better understand how to navigate the workplace and his life generally.
To give an idea of him, he meets all the signs of being on the spectrum. Monotone voice, difficulty translating or detecting emotion, completely unaware of how customers he’s talking to are reacting to what he’s saying, seeming developmentally stunted (acts more similarly to a middle schooler instead of his age.) I don’t know for certain if he’s autistic, but he has told me he even believes he is himself.
Thankfully he finally started going to a professional for help and just had his first session. Unfortunately, it seemingly was too late.
He has shown interest in trying to obtain relationships often. When he interacts with women he finds attractive, it very much reminds me of a middle schooler. He puts on an entirely different persona, tries to joke around more (although nobody can tell he’s joking because his intonation is flat and his jokes do not read like jokes), and tries to be “cool.” All has seemed relatively innocent though until now.
There was a woman who came into the store with her dad. My coworker found this woman who came in with her father to be attractive. The daughter bought a phone. As the phone was transferring data, my coworker (without telling the woman) went on the person’s phone and added himself on her Snapchat. He then snapped her with what he thought was a joke, which said “be careful who you leave your phone with” and had a picture of himself sent with it. I know this because my coworker told me after she left.
I laid into him for it, saying women have to deal with a lot right now socially and every single thing he did likely made this girl incredibly uncomfortable and even scared. I told him he heavily crossed boundaries and what he said to her made him look like he’s trying to scare her or worse, regardless of his intention to joke with her. He couldn’t see it as bad or negative. He believed everything he did was totally okay. I couldn’t convince him otherwise.
What he doesn’t know is I reported him to HR for this instance.
All this to say… am I the asshole for likely getting my autistic coworker fired? I have this pit in my stomach like I’m doing something wrong and should’ve better helped my coworker with his mental health so this sort of issue wouldn’t arise. I feel like a bad person simultaneously for feeling guilty because he did something that is unacceptable and I don’t want to feel like I’m coddling someone who displayed terrible behavior.

I’m going to omit many details on this as there is an ongoing HR investigation into the matter and I’m not trying to complicate things further.
I work at a cell phone provider. I have a coworker who to me is very obviously autistic. His parents never got him officially diagnosed or took him to therapy. I’ve begged him for his sake to see a professional to better understand how to navigate the workplace and his life generally.
To give an idea of my him, he meets all the signs of being on the spectrum. Monotone voice, difficulty translating or detecting emotion, completely unaware of how customers he’s talking to are reacting to what he’s saying, seeming developmentally stunted (acts more similarly to a middle schooler instead of his age.)
Thankfully he finally started going to a professional for help and just had his first session. Unfortunately, it seemingly was too late.
He has shown interest in trying to obtain relationships often. When he interacts with women he finds attractive, it very much reminds me of a middle schooler. He puts on an entirely different persona, tries to joke around more (although nobody can tell he’s joking because his intonation is flat and his jokes do not read like jokes), and tries to be “cool.” All has seemed relatively innocent though until now.
There was a woman who came into the store with her dad. My coworker found this woman who came in with her father to be attractive. The daughter bought a phone. As the phone was transferring data, my coworker (without telling the woman) went on the person’s phone and added himself on her Snapchat. He then snapped her with what he thought was a joke, which said “be careful who you leave your phone with” and had a picture of himself sent with it. I know this because my coworker told me after she left.
I laid into him for it, saying women have to deal with a lot right now socially and every single thing he did likely made this girl incredibly uncomfortable and even scared. I told him he heavily crossed boundaries and what he said to her made him look like he’s trying to scare her or worse, regardless of his intention to joke with her. He couldn’t see it as bad or negative. He believed everything he did was totally okay. I couldn’t convince him otherwise.
What he doesn’t know is I reported him to HR for this instance.
All this to say… am I the asshole for likely getting my autistic coworker fired? I have this pit in my stomach like I’m doing something wrong and should’ve better helped my coworker with his mental health so this sort of issue wouldn’t arise. I feel like a bad person simultaneously for feeling guilty because he did something that is unacceptable and I don’t want to feel like I’m coddling someone who displayed terrible behavior.

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Memory Transcription Subject: Hileen, Krakotl Fugitive Recovery Agent
Date [standardized human time]: November 28th, 2136
It'd been a while since I sat in Marlig's office for a talk face-to-face. Given the agency's secluded location at the edge of the downtown region, it was a chore to drop by when it wasn't for business, but I'd deemed the matter at hand to be worth my time.
I passed by Nampi at her desk on my way to the door and she gave me a coy glare as I carried on. Trying to ignore her risible ear waggle, I turned the corner to the door with my boss’s name painted on the glass panel where I could hear the frantic crumpling of paper.
Quietly, I entered Marlig's office without prompt as I knew he hated to be spooked by knocking. My mentor was surprisingly spry for a bird at his age, sorting through papers with one wing and an eye while using his talons with the other to set away the papers he had splayed out.
“Hileen!” he chirped. “Glad you could make it in today. I was just finishing up my paperwork. Take a seat.”
It was always nice to hear him drop the professional motif for a more grandfatherly attitude when speaking in person. I did as he suggested and took a seat while he grumbled to himself over the sorting. My eye caught a few of the old contracts he was rifling through and saw that some dated back to his days as an agent.
Eventually, he left some sitting out as he sequestered the rest back into their files, sorted by a dichotomy that only he and Nampi could comprehend fully. He motioned with a wing for me to peruse and I turned the first one to face me to find it was my first contract, signed by me in a sloppy fashion. “This takes me back a couple of years.”
“Slick bastard thought he could get away on a forklift but you showed him! Certainly more exciting than my first day!”
“Mm-hmm. And it was when I nearly got impaled that you had the idea to commission all of us utility vests.”
He chuckled, “I really should’ve done so sooner. Cuts and scratches were already a risk, but a forklift was a new one!”
I flipped through the pages of each report, finding that Marlig's notes were filled with praises of my work. There were highs and lows, but I was flattered to find that the grizzled krakotl held my performance in such high regard.
“Flawless interception!” read one footnote about me catching a runner. “Couldn't have done it better myself!”
Marlig waited patiently as I browsed quickly through each page, realizing more and more how the notes also marked improvements in my work. How I found it easier to talk down a rowdy client, or apprehend them in the case that they were beyond helping on my part. Flowery language plastered most pages with him fawning over my work as a doting father would to his prodigal child.
The trend took a sharp turn as the notes became fewer and more critical the closer the dates reached to the present. I brushed the others aside with a wing to peruse the final paper. “And this…”
“Is Tac. Your latest contract. The most recent in a line of declining performance since the interview. This has become a pattern, Hileen, and its consequences are beginning to reach beyond yourself. Paji and Vesek resigned recently for personal reasons, which leaves us even less hands on deck than before. That's four people to cover the entire municipal region, and maybe even beyond, should needs arise. Three, if we include this little probation I have you on.”
“What was I supposed to do? Marlig, these ‘jobs’ you've got us working on overstep the contracts we were signed on with. Our job is to make sure people obey their court-mandated duties, not drag them off to the facilities ourselves!”
“... So the trip we took to the facilities did bother you.”
A sigh clicked in my throat as he reminded me. “Is that what happens to the people we take in, Marlig? Is that what would've happened to your wife?”
His feathers ruffled.
“That's what happens to those who are too dangerous to the general public to be left roaming free. Not everyone we deal with winds up there, but everyone can be subject to it. Miskela sued for her exoneration and proved in court that she was not diseased. I brought you there to show you how it helps the people, but I see now that it was a mistake. I understand why you were so perturbed, really, but it's how things have been for centuries. It's how we've protected ourselves from the dangers out there.”
“You were willing to let Barsul be interned there, too.”
Marlig flinched and sighed as he swept the papers towards himself once I'd signaled I was done. He turned one eye to me while he sorted them.
“There's no room for favoritism, girl. I negotiated for him to be allowed to walk free, and look where that got me. That boy - your neighbor - suffered the consequences of my nepotism. So too would the girl, had nobody intervened.”
“Like Richard.”
“The human, yes. Or you. Or the police. Where does this sudden obsession with humans come from, anyway? I get notifications of you talking about the acceptance of them all the time on forums.”
“Does it even need explaining?”
“Well, I guess not, no, but it's certainly an about-face from the way you used to talk about them with me beforehand.”
“People can change, for better or worse. Which one I fall under remains to be seen.”
Marlig stroked at the plumage on his neck as he finished his sorting. “I hope it's the former, for your sake. Was there any reason you came to talk, or were you just checking that I hadn't gone senile?”
“Well, I was hoping to borrow your secretary for the evening.”
He perked up while his eyes narrowed and he laced his fingers together with curiosity. “You… want to spend an evening with Nampi?”
“It's not what you're insinuating, but yes.”
“I was insinuating nothing,” he warbled coyly. “Go ahead and take her, and make sure to split the bill at dinner.”
“Pain-in-the-ass geezer. I'll keep in touch if your friend causes any more trouble.”
“Keep in touch regardless. Miskela and I get lonely in our old age,” he called back. “Take care.”
I stepped out into the hallway and turned toward the desk where I could hear the secretary's claws tapping furtively at her keyboard. Nampi sat silently with her ears and tail in a relaxed position that implied a bored demeanor. There was barely any response as I stood before her, waiting politely for her acknowledgment that never came.
Hesitantly, I cleared my throat.
An ear raised in acknowledgement, but her focus remained on the screen of her computer. “Mhm?”
“Do you…?”
Her ear rotated toward me, though she still maintained a passive attitude as she continued to glare mindlessly at the monitor.
“Are you free this evening?”
“Well, I'm quite booked, I believe. Why do you ask?”
I was surprised at her curt, dry tone. She hadn't spoken with me like this since we first got to know one another.
“Well,” I started. “I realized something. Every time we went out, whether it was clubbing, or dinner, or even walking around the parks, you always footed the bill. And so…”
Slowly, her other ear perked up and I saw her keystrokes slow down as she listened in.
“I wanted to return the favor?”
Her lips smacked as she opened her mouth, though paused before she spoke. “How could you possibly do that?”
“With a little gesture of friendship.”
Nampi's horizontal pupil turned up toward me and her tail twitched.
I continued, “So that belt you're wearing? It's the same belt you've worn since we first met. And I know you're the pragmatic type who'd never spend a credit more than she needs to, except for all the times you do"- her ears twitched in indignance -"I wanted to see about getting you a little something… extra?”
Her paws raised from the keyboard and she leaned in, resting her snout on her palms. “Go on.”
The bubbly venlil's tail sold out her collected facade as it twitched with anticipation. She was cornered and she didn't even know it yet.
“Well, I found just the place on the other side of town where we can start. It's a place almost as rich and indulgent as yourself.”
“The Platinum Paw? I mean3”
Her ears folded back in embarrassment as she cracked. She wasn't cut out for acting anyway.
“So that's what it's called! Jeez, I couldn't for the life of me figure out what it was called. Now what do you say? We go over there and find you something nice—”
I hadn’t even finished my thought before Nampi had grabbed her bag and was out the door, giving me a playful tail flick that said come and get me.

The place I suggested was in a shopping center on the opposite side of town, though easily accessible because of its proximity to the transport rails. Nampi had insisted on grabbing something to eat beforehand and so now gleefully bit into a bundle of stalks that had been “grilled” as explained from the food truck we'd stopped at.
Her tail flicked back and forth with her usual enthusiasm as we entered the massive complex of stores. The roofless plan allowed the natural, orange sun to flood the upper levels while artificial lighting illuminated the ground level wherever the light couldn't reach.
The place was built in the last decade by the previous City Magister in a bid for popularity, though ultimately for naught as he would lose the vote following a scandal involving an iftali priestess and a carved bar of soap. I had to say that despite being sick in the head, he sure had a great sense of decor.
Nampi snacked away, joining me in admiring the scenery as we continued to the place I’d planned out for us. Aimless chatter all melded together into a single, thrumming murmur as pedestrians navigated the many levels and stores offered in the place.
A troupe of children passed by us, held in a chain of tails and arms as they were escorted by a pair of venlil who I assumed were students and teachers on a school trip. I caught a whiff of a sweet, aromatic breeze and found it to come from a perfume shop on the same level as us; naturally, venlil were not to be found inside.
We passed a fountain where a couple sat on the edge, their tails twined together as they giggled and flirted. I turned and caught Nampi watching them as well, though she awkwardly returned to sucking the remains of her meal from her claws when we made eye contact. Her ears lifted when I raised a wing to signal to the store we were going to stop at first.
“Platinum Paw, The Greatest Fashion Emporium For Everyone!”
The title alone was painfully cliche, taken to the tenth power by the brightly lit store taking up three department slots. Despite the flashy exterior, though, it was the best place to shop for belts, brooches, and bracelets alike. Customers who looked like they earned my yearly salary in a week browsed the higher end brands while I brought my friend to the section I wanted to show her.
Her ears were held up as we stood together next to a shelf chock full of fashionable bags and bandoliers of every variety.
“Pick one,” I told her.
Nampi's ears shot to a straight pose in surprise, “Any?”
“Within reason. I've got a few extra credits to blow and I know nobody better to spend it on.”
With an inviting headtilt, I let Nampi peruse the shelves at her leisure. Her lips pursed together and her tail flicked with glee as she fingered at every piece that caught her eye. I chuckled at her outburst of enthusiasm while turning to find my own items to gloss over.
A breeze from outside nipped at my beak while I considered what I’d like to purchase. The place dripped with an atmosphere of faux hospitality, from the bright blue-stained floorboards to the radio prattling off advertisements in a sickeningly sweet tone to the faint, fruity aroma of scented cleaner. It was oppressive as only a fissan-owned company could be to the senses.
What I wouldn’t pay to see how a human would fare in such an environment.
I knew they were social creatures at least, but I had no doubt that the predatory senses of a human, so honed to hunting, would get overstimulated in this center of gaudy indulgence. Knowing I was something of a predator myself made me sympathize provided that even I had to squint to keep the pale lights inside from searing my eyes. I could only imagine how the arboreal eyes of a Terran would fare. I was so lost in thought imagining how lost the Terrans would be that I could almost ignore the obnoxious giggling and metallic rattling coming from behind me.
Risking a peek at the source, into my sight came a pair of venlil, one a male carrying a pair of bags as well as a couple more strapped to his belt. The bored expression in his eyes was not one of a man who was in high spirits. The other venlil was a woman who was the source of the noise.
Her mottled gray pelt was accented by a tasteful belt design, free of almost any practical functions but not flashy or excessive in garnishment either. At least, that’s what I would say, were it not for the braid of beads that dangled on the belt, jingling with each bounce of the lively woman’s stride. It was clear that such a gaudy accessory was intended to draw attention to her, though why was a mystery. Certainly, the shiny braids seemed designed as decoration first and practical second.
She turned about and I faced back to my browsing before she could catch me staring. Nampi was nowhere in sight, though I figured she was somewhere behind the shelf, sifting through every accessory on the section I'd suggested.
Clink.
Something pelted to my immediate right. I tilted my head to spot a tree nut shell clattering to the floor. Without being able to guess where it came from, I had to wonder what could've launched it over this way. Even with my keen eyesight, nobody in the crowd seemed to be a suspect.
Clink.
Another shell pelted my vicinity, ricocheting off of the floor and hitting the shelf I was standing next to. I ruffled my feathers in frustration - clearly, someone was trying to get my attention, though I couldn't make out who it was. Out of the corner of my vision, the woman from before eyed me curiously as I looked about, though I wasn't interested in engaging with her.
Thwack.
One more shell came flying and, unfortunately, the aim on this one was true, nailing me on the beak. Irritated, I stormed out of the store to find the source of the instigator. I scanned over the bodies to find anyone who could've been responsible for this indignity, eventually concluding that it came from the dining area across the walkway.
Whoever was responsible was in for an earful and I was already structuring which of the offender's family members would be acceptable as fodder for stray words. As I approached, I found the tables were mostly empty save for one, which made my heart begin to drop as I met eyes with the only occupant. Suddenly, I was much less inclined to hurl insults.
“Oh, hi there!” Qitel called out in a sickly sweet tone. “Come, take a seat! We have much to discuss!”
The Exterminator clutched a bag of tree nuts in his claws, a pile of discarded shells already gathered on the table next to him. He grabbed another as I approached, effortlessly prying the shell in half between two claws and tossed the contents into his mouth. “Good protein, these,” he commented as I sat down.
“Must be for that good arm you've got there,” I mumbled. I caught sight of a couple of bags beneath his chair, seemingly from one of the tech stores contained within the center.
“Bah, it's guesswork. So how are you? I haven't heard from you since we worked together!”
“I was just spending time with a friend, shopping and enjoying my time off.”
“Your time off? Oh, am I interrupting something?”
His snide tone irked me, though now wasn’t the time for interjections. “You are, Qitel,” I replied with no shortage of vitriol in my tone. “But I see no harm in chatting for a bit.”
“Good, because I have some merchandise”- he reached into his belt pocket and deposited a couple of items onto the table -“and you’re just the person to look into it, human sympathizer.”
I drew a terse breath in shock, but my worries were quelled when I considered that if Qitel had the power to do anything about it, he would’ve done so instead of approaching me so discreetly. A glance down at the item on the table showed that he was presenting what looked to be a tracker as well as a personal drive. “Found in the garbage,” he told me.
“The guild resorts to dumpster diving when they already have such a bloated budget now?”
“No, featherbrain, I have decided to keep this for myself. These items were found together, sealed in a plastic pouch, and placed in a garbage bin. The city has bans against electronics being placed into public bins, and so I was curious why this wound up in there. Managed to get my coworker, a techie, to crack it open and…”
Qitel reached into his belt again, glowering at me with the same condescending gaze he’d given me when I first saw his face. He seemed to revel in digging for the item as slowly as possible to waste my time. Finally, he found whatever he was looking for and revealed it as a printed piece of paper, folded into eighths. The snobby yotul threw the unfurled paper on the table and rolled it toward me.
I craned my neck to look at the parchment, though I was immediately perplexed by the text on it; it appeared to be some sort of form, going by the boxes with words on the inside, followed by blank lines. “Found on the drive, here,” Qitel told me, jabbing a claw to the storage. “Translator shows it as Terran writing.”
Drawing my holopad from my satchel, I held it over the paper with the translator to get an understanding. Surely enough, the language on it came up positive as a variant of Terran writing and I was affirmed in it being a form of some sort based on the wording of the text. The boxes seemed like an odd sort of job application, asking for the typical name, contacts, and prior work experiences, but quickly took a strange turn as it began asking for where their home on Earth was prior to arrival, what family they had on Venlil Prime if any, and where they worked, implying that they were seeking individuals who were already employed.
I knew little about human employment methods, but I didn’t imagine that sourcing individuals from other jobs was the most efficient way to gain a workforce. Terran service industries already dotted the planet while many humans also found work in local environments. So what was the angle that the creator of this application was going for?
Most concerningly was that the paper had no insignia, identifying marks, or noted address to return the form to. “And where did you find it again?”
“In the garbage, alongside this intact tracker that was activated at the time of recovery. Y’know, when I was dumpster diving. Text on the document showed it was addressed to one ‘Choctaw Nexus’.”
“A pseudonym of some sort?”
“Clearly. Short sorting through the archives shows the first name traces back to the group out east - perhaps you've heard about them. How the name and the items we have here are connected is beyond my understanding, but-”
“Well, this has been an absolutely riveting discussion about your collection of trash, Qitel,” I told him as I stood up to leave. “But this really sounds like an issue to be resolved by your fellow guildsmen.”
The sound of another shell splitting rang out as I turned away.
“I'm not through talking with you, predator.”
The sting as a piece nailed me in the back of the head prompted me to whirl back around, sticking my beak in the insolent yotul's snout. “Perhaps you've forgotten, little man,” I cooed in an equally bittersweet tone to the one he gave me before. “The krakotl never had a problem with settling issues the old-fashioned way before the interview. Try me and find out why I'm in the line of work I am.”
“Oh, we wouldn't want that in such a"- he waved his paw to a group of passersby who had stopped to gawk at my display -”public forum. Please, contain yourself.”
I had to force the feathers on my back to settle and I raised my head away from him. “What else is it you wanted, then?”
“Well, I'd appreciate if you took this merchandise off my paws,” he told me as he brushed the electronics and printout toward me.
“Why would I do that?”
“Because you're closer to the humans than I'd ever care to be, and may be able to find out who this Choctaw Nexus is. Something about the package just feels… off. And I know when to trust my feelings. Besides, we both know that you know where Tac is, don't we?”
“I don't-”
“We have videographic evidence that you conspired with a human - of the aforementioned squatters, no less - and let the kid escape. You're not as sneaky as you think, and if we find this ‘Choctaw Nexus’ turns out to be a bad actor that can be traced back to them - and by extension, you - well, there’d be no talking down my boss from having you dealt with. By helping me find out who this is, you may yet be able to clear your name of any wrongdoing.”
I clenched my beak tightly to maintain a straight face. Qitel stood up with a flourish and discarded the bag he was carrying in a bin.
“See, the krakotl were never special for using threats and bullying to get results. It's because you were good at killing predators,” he jeered. “Now, if you don't mind, this primitive has appointments to attend to… old lady who got trampled courtesy of the humans and all. You stay out of trouble, Hileen, and stay in touch.”
The self-assured marsupial melded into the crowd in a matter of seconds, leaving me with a table containing dumpster trophies and a pile of shells. Reluctantly, I swept the shells into my wing and dumped them into the bin before gathering the other two items he'd left me and stuffing them into my bag. I'd been gone from Nampi long enough and she would notice my absence before long.
Crossing the walkway again, I could spot from where I stood that Nampi was indeed still in the Platinum Paw. I approached, and soon I found that while she didn't seem to have noticed me stepping away, she was definitely in a soured mood based on the sagging of her ears and tail. With my talons clacking on the floorboards, I hustled to her side and her mood chippered up ever so slightly as she heard me approach.
I chimed in, “Find anything?”
“Everything. I want everything, Red, and I can't decide on what I want. They all just look so great!”
From behind, a voice called out, “Nampi!”
We both jumped at the exclamation and turned about to spot the venlil lady I'd seen before spring from behind the shelf. The man poked his head from behind the shelf too, though less enthusiastically and with yet another bag in his clutches. My friend's eyes widened in surprise with her tail and ears perking up in kind. With a light in her eyes, she exclaimed, “Nalek!”
The two embraced with shrill squeals and laughter as Nalek's accompaniment and I traded awkward glances.
“It's been too long!”
“You never stayed in contact!”
The women exchanged giddy greetings and the pompous stranger turned to me, leering over me as though she was sizing me up.
“Who's your friend here?”
“Oh she's actually my-...”
Nampi paused for a moment, looking back to me.
“Yeah, she's a friend.”
“A friend,” Nalek repeated while her eyes flicked between Nampi and I. “Right.”
Somehow, I get the impression that that was judgemental.
“I'm Hileen, by the way,” I chirped, “if names are to be exchanged.”
“Hileen, that's a lovely name! And such plumage to match, it's a wonder you aren't swarmed by suitors!”
Internally, I groaned at the notion. The idea of being approached by someone to state their interest in me made me queasy, to say the least. Thankfully, I never had that issue growing up as most of the other drakes in school were too busy chasing girls who didn't have a lousy pigmentation mutation such as myself.
“I'm flattered,” I told Nalek before turning to the man whose name had yet to be introduced. “May we get your name?”
“Sask.”
His response was succinct and tonally flat, though there was a brief silence as I expected him to elaborate. Nalek's beads jingled as she lashed him on the calf with her tail.
“I'm Sask, Nalek's fiancée,” he added, throwing her a look to see if she was satisfied.
Nampi gasped with her paws over her snout. “Fiancée! Nalek, you're getting married and you never even told me!”
“Well, I felt a little guilty since it technically broke our pact we made when we were pups. You remember that?”
“Of course! Why wouldn’t I? ‘Let she who bonds through betrothal first be cast out unto the world for all to admonish her!’”
Sask and I both gave inquisitive expressions. “You two spoke like that as pups?” Sask asked.
“Well, I'm paraphrasing,” Nampi admitted with a playful ear waggle. “But you get the gist.”
“Indeed, they do, sweet Nampi. Now, may I ask what you're doing bringing your avian friend here into this store on this fine claw?”
“Oh, no no, she's the one treating me! Isn't that right, Red?”
I saw her tail twitch and was sure it took restraint not to tickle my neck with it as we stood before her old friend.
“She's been a good friend,” I explained. “So I wanted to reverse the roles for once and treat her to something myself.”
Nampi skipped over to me and wrapped her arm around me, glancing back to her old friend. “See? We'd all be so lucky to have a… friend like her.”
“So I've witnessed. But perhaps you're a bit stuck, as I've seen you prancing up and down these aisles for a while, no? Maybe you don't know what you want?”
“Nalek, you know I've never been good about making my mind up.”
“Some things never change, you ditz. Tell you what: you and Sask go find us a seat and we can catch up all we'd like when we're not taking up aisle space, yes? So shoo! I'll help Hileen here pick one out for you!”
With a bored grunt, Sask made off with the goods he had strapped to himself, followed by Nampi who gave me one more playful tail flick before dashing off into the crowd. I looked back to the mottled snout of Nalek who watched her friend wander off with a wistful glance.
“She was my first, you know.”
“Your what now.”
“Love. Way back when we were growing from pups into young adults back in private education, we explored much together. We saw each other through a lot, including the less savory parts of finding a mate. When Nampi realized it wasn't the boys she was into, she turned to me, and I offered my hand as her stalwart companion… to a point.”
“You weren't interested in her the same way?”
“I'd grown up seeing her as a sister of sorts, so ultimately, when we split it off, we stayed close as friends and she never seemed to be bothered by it. She struggled to find others in school who had the same interests as herself, but she never fussed about it.”
Nalek's claws browsed over a set of pouched bandoliers made with intricate embroidering. “Have you two… spent the night together? Alone?”
Spiritually, I reeled from the inquiry. The whiplash from that question was equitable to being smacked by a human. “Wha- why? How's that pertinent to the subject at hand?”
“That sounds like a ‘yes’ to me,” she purred with a smug glance my way.
I didn't need to begin to list the different ways such a question was violating to our privacy, and yet this woman was treating it like a game.
“Not really your concern, ma'am.”
Nalek chuckled as she picked out one of the bandoliers and inspected it with her claws. “I'd like to think that she and I still have that old connection, despite everything. And to that end, I know that she's no slag and doesn't trust easy. To see her be so vulnerable around you and to talk so highly of someone who's clearly below her income level as a predator…”
She stretched the bandolier out to appreciate the design in its entirety.
“Well, that's something special. Here"- she foisted the accessory into my wings as I stood gobsmacked -"this just screams her name.”
“This is, like, double my budget.”
“Love don't come cheap, darling. You wanna see good things happen, sometimes you've gotta step out of your comfort zone and grasp for it!”
“I'm being lectured by a rich woman on finances.”
“It's a philosophy that goes beyond money, ‘Red.’ The humans have a saying, in their horrendously predatory nomenclature, that contains a kernel of truth: ‘you miss every shot you don't take’.”
Yep, that's definitely a human phrase.
Nalek's steely braid rattled with every flick of the tail as we proceeded through the checkout.
“You want things to change between you and her?” she continued. “Don't just wait for it to happen.”
She let the conversation rest there as we finished the purchase, possibly to let me recuperate mentally from the damage done to my account. Outside, we found our respective partners sitting at a table with Sask looking up in boredom as Nampi chatted away, though she immediately shut up and turned to me with excited flicks of her tail as she saw what I was carrying.
I held it toward her and she happily shot to her feet, effortlessly removing the tags with her claws and clipping it to her belt. Nalek clapped and waggled her tail as the giddy lady did a whirl about to let us admire the accessory. While I'd have preferred one with pockets to give it a more practical use, I decided to let Nalek have the victory as our mutual friend clearly enjoyed it.
The rest of the paw was a blur as the two friends chatted without end until Sask eventually reminded his betrothed that they had a schedule to attend to. Though Nalek offered to call us a taxi home as a gesture of kindness, I saw through her ruse to determine that she was trying to pull a fast one on me - the clever ear flick she gave as we boarded the automated vehicle sold it for me.
We sat in the seats as the vehicle took the express ride home.
Nampi cleared her throat before she spoke, “Thank you for taking some time to spend with me, I know you've had a lot less free time as of late.”
“It's a prison of my own design, if I must be honest. A feedback loop of working a job that doesn't guarantee a paycheck to pay for rent that keeps going up, and thus needing to work more.”
The venlil giggled and chided me, “You really should've stayed in university.”
“There's a lotta 'should haves’ that've led me to this point. No use wondering what could have been.”
“There's always a use for wondering what could have been, Hileen.”
She wrapped an arm around my shoulder.
“Every decision I make, I always wonder what I could've done differently that it'd have turned out better,” she explained as she waved her free paw to the sky. “It's how you grow as a person, Red.”
Her silky pelt felt heavenly in contrast to the chilly air from outside, making it hard to let her words sink in.
“You rich types seem chock full of philosophy. I wonder if I'll become a brooding orator when I get some cash to my name.”
The cab filled with laughter as we veered around the final corner to my neighborhood, as it was the closest stop. The door popped open accompanied by a chime from the drone, signaling for me to depart.
But before my talons could even hit the pavement, I felt Nampi's scrawny arms wrap around my waist and she let out a pitiful mewl again.
“You don't need to get off here,” she told me with a pouty expression. “We can spend the rest of the paw at my place.”
“I'd love it, but I need to water my plants and get the month's bills sorted before they're due. Again.”
One claw at a time, I plucked her paws from around my waist and the childish venlil conceded, giving me another ear waggle as I departed. “I'll see you tomorrow?” I asked her.
“If you still have eyes by then, then you can bet your ass!”
“I still don't gamble.”
“You'll come around to it eventually.”
I shut the door to the taxi and watched as it carted away the one venlil who I ever truly felt on the same wavelength as. Fiddling with the lock felt like more of a chore than usual at this time as I felt a little voice tugging at the back of my head.
“You miss every shot you don't take.”
The lock felt jammed as I began to jiggle it more vigorously with the electric key. Either the RFID or NFC readers were messed up, as the lock refused to accept my key. I looked up and down the street, though Nampi was now long gone for me to rescind my earlier rejection.
“Every decision I make, I wonder what I could've done differently.”
The door rattled as I grew more and more infuriated with the lock. Qitel's smug expression as he threatened me so boldly in public played back in my head, and I wondered what would've happened had I decided to go through with insulting his mother. Better yet, I wondered what could've been had I not backed down in the face of his unflinching confidence.
Bzzt. The lock rejected my key again.
“Raagh! You fucking useless hunk of junk!”
I squawked in anger and kicked against the door, careless of the consequences of having Markol back down here to admonish another of his tenants for causing a ruckus. The walls were surprisingly sturdy for how ineffective the venlil architecture looked on the surface and I reeled back in pain as my leg throbbed.
Click.
I looked to my left to see that it wasn't my door that came open, but that of the twins. The door cracked open ever so slightly, no doubt nudged by the force of my tirade and I sighed. Nobody was expected to be home at this time, with Vili being away and Luka leaving early to get a head start.
Luka had been given a stern talking-to by the landlord for allowing one of those cats into his apartment through neglect, and I was disappointed that he seemed to have not learned his lesson this time. In fact, it seemed he hadn't even thought to lock the door this time.
I took it upon myself to shut the door for him before turning back to my own apartment door. Grasping the key with one talon, I turned it ever so gently, though the lock still refused to give in.
With a bit more force, the torsion applied to the key felt as though it should've snapped it by now. Markol sure didn't waste any expense for the security for this place, doubtlessly as a result of his history in electronic security, but I wished now that he had provided a way in that didn't rely on privately sourced locks.
Considering my options as I stood trapped outside, I realized that I had never gotten around to paying for a new lock for Tadi. I'd considered contacting her to inform her that Tac had made it out of town safely, but that'd involve also telling her that her son was now in the care of humans, as if that was a better outcome to her.
Stepping out front, I realized that there was one more option I hadn't considered: my window. I usually forgot to lock it after I was through letting air circulate and I was silently grateful to myself for this absentmindedness now more than ever. Sticking a foot on the threshold, I lifted myself in a way that'd allow me to have leverage to force the window open.
The window made me fight for every inch, but I felt a strange satisfaction as it slowly opened up into an entrance that I could squeeze my way through. I let out a sigh as my talons clicked against the cool floor and slid the window shut.
I laid my satchel on the couch and turned back to the door, ready to unleash my fury on the disobedient object. But as I reached for the lock to manually open the door, I noted that the lights on the RFID interface both flashed at once, blinking erratically. Red and green flickered without rhyme or reason, indicating that it was both active and inactive.
As pretty as the colors were, I now knew that Markol's locks were not as reliable as he had touted them about: typically, such would not occur unless the device was damaged deliberately, and yet nothing indicated that I'd had uninvited guests. One could pray that those cats didn't secretly know how to cobble together an ECM jammer, but my personal wager was on faulty equipment.
Settling in, I browsed my favorite soaps on the television. For what was intended to be a day of relaxation and show of affection for a friend, I found myself rather wound up over all the things that added up. Couples threw around flowery words and swooned over one another on screen as I felt the tension diffuse. My holopad rang and I turned it over to spot that Nampi was informing me that she'd arrived home safely.
>>> Feels empty here, all alone.
She made sure to drive the point home with a sticker of a venlil making a pouty expression.
Next time, I thought to myself, I'll get it right for you, Nampi.
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I been playing a little while but I used to play way back I noticed that since day one they haven’t updated the player portrait to display your own operator skin(headgear, outfit, gun) combo.
I saw some posts about this talking about “loading time” but it couldn’t possibly cause any issues with loading time unless your running on a computer your grandpa bought you from the 50s of course, and even if it does actually cause any issues, implementing a setting that turns off character portrait display for others could work if your running that budget of a pc/lower end console.
I honestly want to bring into factor that we are in a much higher age of pc performance and as you know, most people that are playing r6 are usually over or on 60 fps, 10 years ago it was hard to even get consistent 60 fps if you weren’t on a pc.
My conclusion in all this is that it might of really effected how things loaded 5 years or so ago but it’s now 5 years later from then and who doesn’t wanna see there cool operator skin combo displayed when going into a round!

The reciever in question is Sony STR-AV210. It's emitting high pitched constant noise when I connect it to speakers. I've tried plugging it into another wall outlet, I've swapped and tested different speakers, I visually inspected all of electronic components and all of them look fine, but the annoying noise persists. It's present in every output (headphone out, tape out, speaker out). It doesn't change even if I set the volume to zero (it's constant, it doesn't change regardless of volume). Sometimes the protector in amplifier would kick in and red letter P would be displayed. I've measured the noise with my phone and it roughly came to about 6.5kHZ. I'm assuming it's something that has to do with power supply portion of motherboard, probably either a faulty diode or transistor, but I would like to hear your opinions before trying anything.