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Hey there! I'm Sean, a 33-year-old from America's armpit, New Jersey. When I'm not working at an oncology office, you can find me indulging in my passions: binge-watching movies and TV shows, writing, gaming, collecting memorabilia, and cheering on my favorite sports teams.(Fly Eagles Fly. Let's Go Phillies) I'm a Jedi Knight by day, a nighttime vigilante by night, and a Pokemon Master in between. If you get that reference, we’re already off to a good start!
Closer to New Jersey, the better, but I'll accept messages from anywhere!
My friends would describe me as quiet yet empathetic, a smart ass but kind and gentle, with an open-minded outlook on life. I believe in being true to oneself and enjoying the little things – like a good laugh over a classic Seinfeld episode (these pretzels are making me thirsty!).
What I’m Looking For: I’m on the lookout for a partner who is take-charge, confident, and not afraid to be vocal. Geeky quirks are a big plus! I admire someone who has no issues telling the server, "He said no pickles!" Ages between 25-40 is preferred.
Fun Facts: I’m the 40th grandchild on my mom's side and the 10th on my dad's side. I've traveled to Germany, France, Switzerland, Ireland and Bermuda. I would love to do more travel in the future (like visiting every MLB ball park!) I used to work in retail for seven years in customer service. In college, I hosted my own sports radio show.
Favorite Quotes: "The force will be with you, always." "It's not a lie, if you believe it." "Warrior? Wars make not one great." "Do, or do not. There is no try." "Who's more foolish? The fool, or the fool who follows him?"
If any of this resonates with you, let’s connect and see where the force takes us!

Hey there! I'm Sean, a 33-year-old from America's armpit, New Jersey. When I'm not working at an oncology office, you can find me indulging in my passions: binge-watching movies and TV shows, writing, gaming, collecting memorabilia, and cheering on my favorite sports teams.(Fly Eagles Fly. Let's Go Phillies) I'm a Jedi Knight by day, a nighttime vigilante by night, and a Pokemon Master in between. If you get that reference, we’re already off to a good start!
Closer to New Jersey, the better, but I'll accept messages from anywhere!
My friends would describe me as quiet yet empathetic, a smart ass but kind and gentle, with an open-minded outlook on life. I believe in being true to oneself and enjoying the little things – like a good laugh over a classic Seinfeld episode (these pretzels are making me thirsty!).
What I’m Looking For: I’m on the lookout for a partner who is take-charge, confident, and not afraid to be vocal. Geeky quirks are a big plus! I admire someone who has no issues telling the server, "He said no pickles!" Ages between 25-40 is preferred.
Fun Facts: I’m the 40th grandchild on my mom's side and the 10th on my dad's side. I've traveled to Germany, France, Switzerland, Ireland and Bermuda. I would love to do more travel in the future (like visiting every MLB ball park!) I used to work in retail for seven years in customer service. In college, I hosted my own sports radio show.
Favorite Quotes: "The force will be with you, always." "It's not a lie, if you believe it." "Warrior? Wars make not one great." "Do, or do not. There is no try." "Who's more foolish? The fool, or the fool who follows him?"
If any of this resonates with you, let’s connect and see where the force takes us!

I've been in mortgage since 2009 so just in time to see the sub prime fallout, ride through the recovery, capitalize on the best of times, and still seeing opportunities in the market to turn a profit. In my opinion, what has kept market prices from offsetting the rise in interest rates are the investment properties and products that desperate lenders are pivoting into to stay afloat. DSCR currently make up about 70% of my company's pipeline and these products require no income and no license. So you have the bottom of the barrel loan officers pushing expensive products to borrowers that don't understand the terms, and ultimately won't be able to keep up payments. The number of DSCR loans I see submitted with income figures leads me to believe that LO's are trying to qualify borrowers on their income, failing, and then changing to DSCR because the hypothetical income is enough to cover the mortgage and then it goes through. Look up the number of investors that allow first time home buyers on DSCR loans, that should be a huge red flag. I do think we will see the next collapse in the next year.
For reference, I've had one very large margartita and two pints on this lovely Sunday afternoon.

A flicker of light started to drain away the darkness I was so used to. The darkness where I felt most comfortable and at peace. The flicker slowly enveloped the entire pitch black room within minutes. I could do nothing but sigh in disappointment and open my eyes.
My adjusting eyes were being harassed by the tiny beam of light that made it through my curtain. Where it's at the precise angle that you swear some higher power is just messing with you.
My groggy eyes focused on the clock, it was 7:00 a. M.
Time for work.
The day was April 14th, 2014. A Monday. I knew I only had about an hour to get up, get ready for work, shower, make breakfast and make sure I get to work a few minutes early so I didn't clock in late.
I was only 28 years old and I hated my sales job. I had gone to college and got my marketing degree but I never thought I'd end up here.. selling bullshit products at incredibly hiked prices to unsuspecting or oblivious customers.
I had been doing this job for 3 years and it felt like everyday was just going to be worse. Just a buildup of hatred for your job overtime is natural I guess. Typically people find ways to cope with the constant 9-5 grind. Like going out with friends or clubbing or whatever...but I had none of those.
When my days ended I would go home and watch Netflix and drink then do it all again. I wish it was different, I wish I had the motivation to change myself. But it's difficult when you have no one to support you in your efforts. My mom died from breast cancer when I was 12. Seeing her on hospice for several months suffering from stage 4 cancer was...something you shouldn't see as a 12 year old. To see your once lovely, athletic, hilarious, loving and caring mother degrade into an 85 pound, drug-induced, horrifyingly thin creature that in no way resembled her from my memories of when she was cancer free.
I remember one morning my dad woke me up and said "come to the living room...your mother is taking her last breathes". As soon as he finished that sentence, my memories flooded back...memories of her taking care of me when I was sick, being at my soccer games cheering me on, asking how my day was when I got back from school, leaning on her shoulder as we sat in church. The memories came and went in an instant and the reality set in. My heart at first skipped a few beats but then accelerated to an unhealthy pace. My head started to spin, tears slowly started swelling up on my eyes.
I had jumped off the bed and sprinted to the living room. She was facing away from me and the first thing I noticed are how purple/ blue her feet are. I walk around the hospice nurse and look at my mother's face. She was place, her breathing was almost non-existent for almost 2 minutes but still there...until it wasn't...she was gone.
I was lost, my dad was bawling. I was crying too but at 12 years old I didn't know how hard the reality would hit as time goes on.
In my lost state, I turned on the TV show "MONK" on the laptop. It was a show my mom and I used to watch, and I figured watching it would make me feel like I'm with her again.
Time went on and I realized how losing a mother truly impacts your younger years. But time still, moved on yet.
I got in my car and left for work. The drive to the office was only about half an hour. I put my sunglasses on as I'm travelling east for almost the entire drive, something I was used to by this point. The drive to work was uneventful other than the usual jackass that cuts you off or is speeding down the road.
I made it to work and stepped out of my car. For some reason, grabbed my backpack and shut the door. For some reason the thought of my mother came across my mind. The sighed, looked down at the ground and stared at the concrete for the few seconds while only thinking of how I missed her. Then the thought vanished and I got on with my life.
The day was incredibly boring, only sold a couple of products, I dealt with people in the east coast of the U.S. and customers there are always so nasty and rude with their comments. It's impossible to build rapport with them. I'm jealous of the employees that have West coast as their territory.
The day ended with my last call but no sales for the day. Hopped in my car and drove back home.
Now I've already told you what I do when I get home. Just drink and watch Netflix. And that's exactly what I did. I can't remember the name of the show( probably because I was already tipsy) but it had to do with strange phenomenons.
I don't even remember passing out but I do remember being there in that dark room again; it was so comfortable and cozy. I sat in the corner of the room with eyes wide closed ...no people, nothing to disturb me, just... nothingness of warmth.
For hours this went on until I heard a woman's voice saying "I'm glad you're here". suddenly realizing that I had overslept my body jolted awake, completely forgetting about that eerie voice. Drinking on a Monday night is not a good idea. Blurry and in a haze trying to concentrate my focus I made out the clock saying 7:00 a.m. April 15th, 2014.
I thought how odd that was. I've been doing the same job with the same schedule for 3 years now and I know when I oversleep. Yet knowing this brought a mental smile to my mind, as my supervisor won't get on my ass for showing up late, again.
I got up lazily and stretched and got on with my morning routine. Finally got dressed and hopped in my car to leave for work. I was only about 5 minutes in when I realized something was off...why was I wearing sunglasses? The sun was behind me, not in front. I took my glasses off and read my car dashboard compass; "EAST".
I have taken this drive for 3 years now every Monday through Friday and I had always worn sunglasses for the drive to the office. I looked behind me and saw the sun rising from the west.
I was still calm, but subconsciously I could tell my panic and anxiety were building with what I was experiencing. I decided to pull over at a gas station, took my phone out and opened my GPS. 'I was still facing east.
I quietly stated "what the fuck". I looked up and asked the person next to me pumping gas " look! The sun! It's rising from the west" with an ecstatic and speedy tone. He looked at me with a smile on his face and said "yeah? Don't ya know it's always rose from the west".
The reality of this was starting to set on, anxiety building, I got back in my car and just sat there... Running my hands through my hair, pulling and stretching my face wondering what the hell was happening? My eyes were staring wide at the brake and gas pedal...trying to find some kind of logical explanation for this while still running my hands over my face and hair.
I decided to take my phone out again and click on trending news hoping to see something explaining or even acknowledging this phenomenon. Nothing. I opened Google search and looked up "sun rising in west" the first thing that popped up said Earth is rotating about its own axis from East to West".
This wasn't right.
I figured I would try to get to work and maybe one of my coworkers would have some answer. My entire body was shaking for the entire drive but I made it".
I got out of the car and the strangest thing came across my mind. A memory. A very unique memory of back when I was 12, in the back yard playing capture the flag with my neighbor that lived behind me. A time which I could go back when.
The memory came and vanished in an instant, but left the overwhelming feeling of nostalgia and sadness.
I walked into the office and started asking around about the sun. Again, none of them knew what I was talking about, but before they answered my question, they would say "oh hey, it's nice to have you here" or "we're glad to have you here" all with a smile on their faces.
Not super weird as my coworkers are typically super energetic happy people. But it did become weird when my east coast clients started answering their phones saying "hey, you're always welcome here"
I couldn't see their faces but I could tell by their tone and attitude that they were smiling. This was not normal. I rushed to the bathroom, opened a stall and sat on the toilet. I started having a panic attack. Nothing was right, the people, the sun, the specific memories... I started to run my hands over my face, stretching and contorting it, trying to calm myself down with feeling my heart bursting out of my chest. I started to whimper, I didn't want anyone outside of the stalls to hear me. None of my coworkers were right, the guy at the gas station wasn't right...nothing. years swelled up in my eyes and a brief memory of my mom came back.
It was me, coming home from school, I walked inside and could smell the pizza she was making. I see and her and asks me hey, how was your day?".
This memory helped calm me down from the wreck I was turning into. I took several deep breaths, tried my very best to compose myself, and stepped out of the stall. I ended up taking some paper towels and wiped away the tears that were caught in my eyes.
I decided that I will just try to finish this day because tomorrow everything would be back to normal...I have to reassure myself that I would be, I just knew it would be....it had to be.
I sat down back at my desk and my phone rang, picked it up and a voice came through. The voice of my mother asking " I am so glad you are here, Luke".
I was frozen, shocking, tingly sensations ran through my entire body. My demeaner instantly changed into fight or flight mode...but I chose the 3rd... freeze.
Phone still up to my ear, I heard her speak again. "Oh honey, Luke my sweet boy, don't you remember?".
I didn't reply verbally, but mentally I was thinking "remember...what the hell is...remember what?"
Then she spoke one last time, "last night, you saw the sun".
Then the memory of the night before races back into my mind. I was on my drive home from work, watching the beautiful sunset over the horizon. With all it's beautiful mixtures of orange, red, purple. I was so just staring at it...in a trance, thinking of how I wanted to go back and just be a kid again, play with my back door neighbor, come home to my mom. Why couldn't I just go back?
I suddenly hear a blaring car horn and then blackness.
I believe I died on April 15th, 2014. And I don't mind it. I like being in this black empty room just sitting in the corner..with nothing but warm emptiness to fill my cold shell. I like feeling the embraces of it's comfort over the tiring lifestyle I was living. My only dream was that I could dream forever...and now it's finally been achieved.
I miss my mother, and I know she misses me, the memories I have of her will keep me warm in this blackened wasteland forever.

This is an old tale that I just remembered as me and my General Manager (NYC Task Force based GM) were sharing past crazy stories.
This happened just before the 2020 world lockdown in SF (tenderloin). I was working the night audit shift at a 119-room boutique hotel. The hotel no longer exists just FYI.
I'm wrapping up my last-minute duties and double checking that everything that needed to be done during audit was done. My relief walks in (I'll call him Fernando) at 6:55am. He immediately says, "Rich! What the fuck!? You enjoy that shit or something?" Confused I just say, "what are you talking about bro?" "Check the Camera!"
I pull up our live feed camera and see two homeless people doing the nasty in the front of our hotel. Our building is small but tall and I can see the entire front of the building except where they were going at it from my desk. Fernando just starts laughing, "Haha Rich you like homeless Porn!" Fernando was a goofball, but he was good at his job. I just looked at him and, "Security is gone what should we do?"
Fernando is an OG in the hospitality game, he's around 50 years young and worked every position in a hotel. He just says, "all good these guys are regulars, pass me the radio" I pass him the Radio, "Jimmy come in, its Fernando, we have an emergency" Jimmy is our overnight houseman and he leaves the same time as me, which is supposed to be now. (Jimmy is not his real name) Jimmy pissed off says, "What do you want Fernando I'm already in my street clothes". Fernando looks at me with a smirk and says, "Rich's friends are back doing the dirty dog on our tree again. Jimmy bring the hose." There is a long pause before he responds, "Okay."
This was my first time ever seeing anything like this and I was questioning Fernando if this is the right course of action. Fernando just told me, "Don't worry, everyone in the city does this." About five minutes pass and our street elevator comes popping up. (We have an elevator that come up from the basement and pops up at the front sidewalk for commercial deliveries)
Jimmy hops out the elevator with the hose with a gun style tip and just starts hosing the couple down. At the time I felt really bad for them but hearing Fernando say, "They either like it when Jimmy sprays them or she likes holding that tree because this ain't their first and this ain't their last time, they're sickos Rich" broke me into laughter.
I no longer work audit I am a Front Office Manager now (I Hate It) at the 4 Joints, I do miss audit and all its action. Also, sometime later a man who hosed down a homeless person in front of his store in SF got a lot backlash and bad publicity for this. I did not hose them please don't come for me.

A soldier of a reptilian-analog race lays in his makeshift cot, in a M*A*S*H* tent not terribly far from the front lines. He's lost too much blood, from far too many extraneous holes in his body, and the veins have withdrawn to where doctors can't get an IV into him. They can't save him- they don't even have spare painkillers, so he can feel himself dying the whole while.
It's cold. So very, very cold. His eyes are swollen shut from a godawful mix of biochem weapons that the enemy loves spraying before a banzai charge. This was his first real battle, and it will be his last. He is alone, and he is absolutely terrified, being a young man barely the equivalent of eighteen by human reckoning. Panic starts to set in as he feels himself slipping further and further away. He fidgets and strains against the bedding he's half-swaddled into, emitting shrill noises of distress.
"No.. Not yet.. I don't wanna go yet.. Please..!" Begging to whatever or whoever might hear him, his one still functional arm reaches out and gropes blindly for anything, anyone. He can't stand it anymore. Despair has almost sent him into a full on tantrum when a soft, warm hand grabs his and clutches it tightly. A familiar hand.
"Mama's here, sweetie.. It's okay now. Shh.. Just lay back.. Here, drink this." A cup of something warm is brought to his lips. He immediately relaxes when he hears the voice, and carefully sips at the delicious herbal tea. The slightly savory, slightly fruity flavor and natural chemicals help further calm him. He gasps a bit after the cup is brought away, trying to force his eyes open to look at the familiar, loving voice.
Fatima 'Mama' Basu, one of the human auxiliaries that provided civilian services like treats and gaming to the soldiery. She shouldn't be here, she wasn't even a nurse. But he was glad she was, all the same.
"Mama.. I'm scared, Mama.." His grip on her hand tightened, the shivering growing worse even as he felt her place a heated blanket over him. The warmth was welcome, even if it was just putting ointment on a sucking chest wound.
Another hand began brushing itself over his forehead and the frill that stuck up in the middle, trying to calm his nerves. "I know, sweetie.. And I'm sorry.. Mama will stay right here until the end, I promise." The woman looks at the scales that are coming off of her son's head as she tries to provide gentle physical contact to ease his passing, knowing full well that it means he's close. Tears stream down her cheeks and fall onto his, eliciting a smile from the dying soldier.
"Thank.. Thank you.. Mama.. I just.. Didn't want.. To be.. Alone.." He feels a brief tinge of pain- and then intense relief. A morphine syrette. Where did she get that? It didn't matter. She put it right into a major artery. The pain relief was swift, as fast as his heart was beating. Breathing that had previously been severely labored began to slow and relax, his grip on her hand slowly going slack, and eventually completely limp.
Basu resisted the urge to burst into a full on fit as another one of her precious sons left her. There were still others that needed someone beside them, that needed a nice cup of tea or a decent minced pie or just someone to hold their hand before the lights shut off. She picked up her heavy purse, loaded to the brim with all the little comforts and carefully hidden drugs she could fit into it- almost twenty kilograms- and began looking around the disheveled excuse for a M*A*S*H* tent for the next soul in need.
A bear-like doctor who'd been triaging another patient finished his work and let out a frustrated sigh, looking up and trying not to scream. He saw Basu as she carefully walked around the tent, keeping out of the way of the other medical personnel. "Praise the Forgotten Wood. Mama! Over here!" The human perked up at being called out and scurried over quickly.
She looked down at the soldier the doctor had been treating, most of him was.. Gone. He was some kind of arthropod-analog whose species name she couldn't pronounce, but he was still one of her beloved sons- Srixxir, if she recalled his name correctly. One compound eye twisted itself to look up at her, gently reaching out toward her with a crooked arm that terminated in half as many bristle-haired fingers as it should have normally had. The doctor moved on to the next patient while Basu sat down beside the dying insectoid. She carefully took his hand, ignoring the pain of the bristle-hairs digging into her flesh. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Mama's here.."
"Mama.. Basu.." Srixxir buzzed out, his remaining eye twitching. "Could I.. Could I trouble you for.. One last bite.. Of a.." He didn't even have time to finish making his request before she had one of her minced pies near his triangular mandibles, which began picking at the treat. His absolute favorite food, because she laced his with the nuts from his homeworld that he so loved. Almost as much as he loved this human who followed their army around, providing them with comforts and kindness no matter the danger to herself.
"Tas...t...y..." There was an involuntary shudder, forcing pieces of Srixxir's internal anatomy out through the various holes in his midsection, and he began gasping and choking on his own blood, before his body locked up and went still.
Basu flinched as the bristle hairs bit deep into her skin and carefully unwrapped her hand from Srixxir's rapidly cooling corpse. She'd barely finished putting some liquid stitch on her hand when suddenly a body tackled her to the floor, "MAMA, GET DOWN!" Only then did she notice the whistling sound that was rapidly getting c loser, and she clung to the body that was covering hers. The ground shook and quaked when the artillery shell landed, but when she opened her eyes, everything looked to still be intact.
A pseudo-vulpine with almost absurdly long ears looked down at her with a bit of a grin. "It's okay, Mama. We won't let anything happen to you." He wasn't too badly injured, one of the walking wounded, and he helped her to her feet once the danger had passed.
She ran a hand along the dirty, bloodstained fur of his cheek, smiling back at him, and then proceeded to straighten out his uniform a bit. He might be a junior officer, but he was still an officer, and it wouldn't be proper if he didn't look the part. "Thank you, Krybel. Here.. I made a pork cutlet hand pie, just for you."
The vulpine's eyes gleamed as he resisted the urge to tear into it like a starving pup . After three weeks of shit MREs, one of Basu's hand pies was like a gift from the Gods themselves. He savored every last crumb of it while watching her walk off, looking for the next soul in need.
"Mama.. Mama, where are you??" Came another frightened voice that was starting to crack, making Basu turn toward it on reflex, heart breaking all over again. She hefted up her purse and adjusted the strap.
"Mama's coming, dear, I'll be right there!" She patted Krybel's cheek again, "Take care of yourself sweetie, will you? I'll see you later." And then she began trotting off, moving on to provide the care that only she could.
A senior officer frowned while watching as Basu wandered around his M*A*S*H* unit, providing palliative care. "Lieutenant." He said with a bit of a growl in his voice, looking at Krybel. "Pray tell, who authorized a civilian in my thrice-damned abattoir? Why has she not been removed? Why are you eating one of those damned.. ..delicious..." the officer took a moment to wipe a little drool from his mouth, "...pies?"
Krybel looked up at the officer- a major, probably in charge of the whole camp- and cooly regarded him. "With all due respect to your rank, Major, sir- we want her here and I'm sure that the medical staff has cleared her. Though even if they haven't, I'm going to warn you now, sir- if you even think about trying to take away Mama Basu, you'll be the next one who needs her attention." His face suddenly went from soft and fluffy- if dirty- and went to the hard, stony glare of a predator. "We need her. Allow me to offer the suggestion of, instead of worrying about her, you could focus on something slightly more important. Supply forms, maybe."
The major frowned at this not so subtle threat, but he couldn't lie- at least with her around, there was a little less screaming, so that palliative care was definitely not a waste. And you know, supply forms didn't sound like such a tedious task at the moment.. It was going to be such a long day.

Financial aid officers, please look at my letter and let me know if it is appeal acceptance worthy, and what changes I should make that'll benefit my chances. I have placed underscores on specifics for privacy reasons.
SAP Appeal Letter
Dear Student Finance Appeal faculty, staff, and team,
I hope this summer break has been warm and smooth sailing for you. It has come to my attention that I do not meet the “Satisfactory Academic Progress” and I may become ineligible for student financial aid. This would be because of my record of withdrawing or failing classes these past fall and winter semesters, causing my inability to reach the 67% of hours needed to fulfill. In this letter, I plan to openly express my reasons for failing to meet your standards and how I plan to meet and strive to reach even further in hopes of your kindness and consideration.
On ____________ a Friday night, my family and I became victims of a major car accident. Thankfully my family was left with only deep bruises and cuts. However, on my end, I needed major surgery ______ due to having a displaced, femoral shaft fracture. I missed out on almost a month of school, just months before my high school graduation. Two months later, I visited the ______________________'s campus to decide on where to attend university. Initially, I thought that my healing progression would be manageable by the time I started the fall semester, but I was wrong. My physical therapy, which should’ve been a 1-year journey, was cut down to only three months because I decided to participate in ________(Summer Classes in person at school ). Because of the school’s elevated campus, filled with endless stairs and uphill walking, I was left with painful and energy-draining walks to classes for the entirety of my first semester. It came to a point where the pain and mental distress made it extremely difficult to attend my classes, therefore where my decision to drop classes came in.
During winter break, I had a follow-up check-up with my orthopedic doctor, where I discovered that I had refractured my femur due to my physical activity on campus. He advised that I avoid stress on my leg, which was impossible. Again, this led to difficulty in fully attending and focusing on my courses during the winter semester. Some classes were easier to reach than others, such as walks to ______________where the walk is mostly flat, compared to a walk to_______________, where I’d have to walk uphill and go over several sets of stairs, which led to the downfall of my grades. The pressure of being a student abroad while also being someone whom people back home have high expectations of, my performance led to a decline in my mental health.
Due to these reasons, I decided to retake the dropped courses this Summer through ________________ since they are online. I’m also pushing my admission to the nursing program by a semester to catch up on classes and improve my GPA. To further ensure that my academic performance will not be interfered with moving forward, I’ve just recently gotten checked, and now I am 100% healed according to my doctor. This means that I should have no more physical trials holding me back from achieving academic success from now on. I’ve discussed my academic plan with my advisor, and she is quite understanding of my situation and supportive of the way I wish to go through my academic career. As a student studying at ________________ to only achieve a nursing associate, it is difficult to reach a certain number of credits without being a part of the nursing program because of the small number of classes needed. So, I kindly ask for your patience as I gradually increase my credits and improve my academic performance to meet your standard academic progress. My family is still in the process of paying the bills that we’ve been charged with since the accident, so my financial aid is extremely crucial to aiding in our financial situation. I kindly ask you to please consider my appeal.
Along with the appeal form and this letter, I’m providing documentation that proves my integrity and proof of my medical statements.

Look yea the guy who played Rick was a good actor and time stands still part 1 & 2 is peak degrassi and probably the most popula hot the show ever been/ will be but I can’t help but wonder why did they choose Aubrey to get shot ? Something that has been bothering me now that I’m older and watch childhood shows with a different perspective why did they have to choose the only black guy to get shot but what gets me even more angry is immediately after Rick goes to Sean and Sean wrestles the gun out of Ricks hand why did the writers write Sean to be a superhero yet they wrote Jimmy to run ??? What would make Sean more likely to wrestle the gun out Ricks hand then Jimmy they were both pretty athletic teens… you think that’s enough nope they had to throw salt on the wound a couple seasons after writers write Jimmy to be a Virgin to me it looks like he pissed a certain writer off and they gave him the short end of the stick they wrote Craig as some rockstar that hooked up with every girl but write Jimmy as Virgin who was paralyzed running from a nerd covered in paint in feathers… I know James Hurst one of the writers claims Aubrey (Drake) had his legal team send him a letter that said unless they heal Jimmy and have him walking again he will not return the writer called Aubrey to the office and even though Aubrey denied having the letter sent he said being in the wheelchair had bothered him because his fellow rapper peers in the rap game was making fun of him and calling him soft… Ngl I would be pretty pissed at the writers if I was Aubrey re watching degrassi and I just feel like there’s a writer who had it out for Aubrey everyone says the shooting was written so well and perfect no it wasn’t what sense does it make Jimmy runs while ricks eyes closed yet Sean becomes Spider-Man or Superman and grabs the gun out Ricks hand if you look at this writing and ignore the nostalgia you’ll see the writers hating on Aubrey tbh if I was Drake I don’t think I would look fondly of my times at Degrassi not only did the writers treat me like garbage apparently the actors wasn’t even getting paid and recently the actor who played spinner was seen doing Uber and when Drake first came out rapping he did many interviews saying the Degrassi salary wasn’t anything life changing I honestly think he only did the im upset video because he could control it without the writers and finally get revenge on Rick he played it off like a reunion but his real intentions was getting revenge lmk what you guys think

I’m feeling so lost and helpless and just need some advice.
I’m currently a teacher (struggling to even find a job teaching that isn’t an hour long commute) looking to transition into a new field. In all honesty I don’t know what field I want to go into. I just know that I need something stable and that can make me more money than what teaching can.
I’ve been job searching, looking through local healthcare offices and universities and Human Resources but can’t find anything.
I’m willing to “start low,” and work my way up, but I’m not even getting anything for starting low. No interviews, and the one I did have I was rejected for.
I have my masters degree, and nothing. I regret ever going to school in the first place.
I’m really desperate. What do I do? Where do I look?

Has anyone had any issues with clashing with the food service director? Need to vent. I’m at a small 82 bed LTC/Rehab facility and we have both full time in house FSD and dietitian - me. We also both have the same amount of long term care AND healthcare WORK experience. Minus of course the FSD’s culinary degree and my clinical dietitian degree plus internship. FSD’s background is chef for several years plus catering events. FSD and I are the same gender, and FSD is 10 years older than I am - both considered department heads. Keep in mind upon first formally meeting the FSD, FSD said, “Not to put down the years of degree you have, but it’s all pretty much common sense”. My goal is to do my job, do what is best for the patients/reasidents, and try to have at MINIMUM cordial relationships with coworkers. FSD yelled at me three times at the beginning of this week (the day before leaving for vacation for a week) about me needing to be in the kitchen more, that I’m part of the kitchen, that I’m not a nurse, and all I do is go into the kitchen to “nitpick” - audits are what FSD is referring to. FSD also won’t even give me codes to the kitchen or their office - which has the dry food storage. Almost constantly expressing they are stressed about not having enough help to everyone, people including myself offer general or specific help to FSD which is declined. Employer switched to in house kitchen in October after having been a contract company for years. Survey came in one week later - both FSD and I out the whole week for health issues - so no experiencing survey or even a bad survey (facility got deficiency free). Not sure if FSD doesn’t realize what I do do on a daily basis, I also don’t get a lot of communication from them. This week I have of course been doing most of their job in addition to my own with some help from a great cook in the kitchen. This same cook wants to quit d/t saying FSD is not doing their whole job, and kitchen alone also has a higher rate of turnover than the whole facility. Coworkers/(A)DON/admin see what is occurring, keep saying FSD and I have to “fix this” not sure what I am able to do different. I am just trying to do my job and am again wanting at minimum cordial relationships with coworkers. Is that too much to ask? Regional dietitian says I should report it all with FSD to HR - also concerned about retaliation even though I know I shouldn’t, purely because FSD would know of course that it was me. Hope that makes sense and wasn’t too much word vomit - I’m just not looking forward to FSD returning this week especially after having such a smooth, and also more enjoyable week this week while FSD on vacation

Turk here. Im so sad to see this. They pulled the same shit off for turkey and now its happening to israel. They will first attack you, try grabbing your lands from all sides and then call you genociders for defending your country. Germany will blame israel for genocide in the future to even the odds about them genociding the jews. The will no longer need to stand by israel. Europe knew this was gonna happen all along. No one helps anyone without a prupose. There is an increase in media about fake news and articles about both jews and turks lately. They want us to be enemies and then grab our lands one by one. US used to help us agaisnt communist organizations as well like pkk. Now you see whats happening to turkey. Armenia only recognizes the map frpm treaty of serves and wants mount ararat. Syria wants hatay province. Greeks want our sea rights. Kurds want our entire south eastern region and the list goes on and all of them are blaming us for genocides too. This hapened to turkey and now its gonna happen to israel unfortunately. The west believes everything that is turkophobic and antisemitic. This was like this in their history and now its the same. Melanchton, who was a very close friend of martin luther blamed turks for being red jews to dehumanize them in his book and his reasoning was that both turks and jews practice circumcission. Source: Luther, M., & Melanchthon, P. (1532). Zwen trostbrieve geschriben an der Durchleuchtigen und hochgebornen Fürsten und Herrn Joachim Churfürste und Marckgraven zu Brandenburger vom Türken zuge. (S. 4b.). Nürmberg: Berg There are a million other instances of this. If you want, please message me from private. Im actually preparing a video on this and it would be great if you guys could provide me with more sources as well. This shit has to be known.
The khazar theory and ataturk being called a jew are all continuations of this. They are trying to make jews and turks similar to be able to dehumanize them easier. It becomes easier to dehumanize someone by making them look like another race or religion or anything that is easy to produce conspiracy theories about and make people believe them. Dont let the support of the world fool you guys. When all this is over and some time passes, every single nation near you will start belaming israel for genocides and look at pkk if you wnt to see how thats going to happen. First, all european countries and the west recognized pkk as a terrorist organization but now, there is even an office of pkk in germany and they are holding rallies all over europe. There was a recent attack on turks all over europe by pkk and every single country blamed this on the turks. They took turks as workers and now they arent protecting their rights. Now all of the west recognizes hamas as a terrorist organization and helps israel. Guess what is next?
If you are interested, i can send you guys the CIA reports over the cold war era to this day about PKK in syria and iraq so you can see how the attitude of the US changed about them over time and how they supported us unconditionally and how they are working against us in every possible way today.
They are trying to make us forget our common history. Erdogan is also contributing to this. He is trying to make us an islamist arabic nation and making us enemies with israel is jsut a step.
For example, 2000 jews died in the tripolista massacre. Why isnt anyone mentioning the jews that died there? Girls were kidnapped to be raped and kids limbs were cut off and then burned on fire slowly. As i said they will make us enemies and then finish both turks and jews all at once. I used to be very antisemitic as well when i was a kid because i was brainwashed and believed everything i heard. They said israel supported asala and pkk to me while it was palestine who did that all along. Also hamas is an islamist organization and doesnt want an independent palestine. They want all jews dead and want to build an islamist nation like taliban did in afghanistan. But hamas is introduced as a liberator organization abroad. I learned this through research but i dont think majority of the people in the world will do that and believe their media instead. The west mentions hamas as a terror organization but never tells its purpose. Why is that? Its because they dont want to give people a reason to think of the opposite so they will think that their government is lying and start defending hamas. They are trying to create the image that they are lying about hamas and hamas is actually a good organization by trying to make it look evil without an obvious reason. So the public will tend to believe their governments are lying and support hamas. This is a very good trick. First it makes jews think that the west is supporting israel. Then they make people think that they found the reality behind the govenrments lies about hamas being a terrorist organization. When someone feels like they found the truth, they will not look further. Very few people suspects if what they found after a lie is really the truth. Thats how this goes and why there are so many anti semites and anti turks today.

Background: I (23F) am an active participant in a music fandom. I won’t say which, but I am sure if anyone is familiar you can probably figure it out. I have been a fan of a certain artist within said fandom for about 5 years. A couple years ago, said artist did a special performance I desperately wanted to go to, and I purchased tickets, however it being across the country from me and having no support from family or local friends to go with me at the time, I opted not to travel alone and spend thousands of dollars I didn’t have doing so. I was devastated, and since then I still have been unable to see them for reasons out of my control.
Around this time, I was scrolling social media and came across videos of a girl who went to the performance and blogged her experience. She was beautiful, the same age as me, in college, and to my surprise lived in the same metro area as I did and flew out of the airport I would have. Difference was, her mother, sister and friends all went with her. I remember watching her vlog and feeling sick to my stomach, as if I was looking at what my life could be like if it was just a little different. If my family was a little wealthier. If they cared and shared my interests or at least supported me. I followed her on social media around this time, and we interacted a few times but she unfollowed me at some point not long after so I unfollowed sometime later and forgot all about her account for maybe a year or two.
As if on cue, about two years ago, I start to get into another artist. I start to look at social media for people who like both artists as I was uncovering a small niche in a larger community of these two artists individually. Lo and behold, I find her account. She too is now a fan of both artists, and we instantly became a mutual follow, and of course, she has already met the band and people in their circle at events I can never even think about affording and seen them perform up close. I try to imagine she might be jealous of me too for attending their last tour when she wasn’t a fan yet, but I know this is a ridiculous comparison when she eats sleeps and breathes them. She even invited me to join her group for a special performance our new artist did in another city, but being in my financial situation and knowing I hadn’t met her yet I decided to decline, much to my regret. It was basically history repeating itself, although more personally now.
We started to become a bit closer and talk in direct messages as we realized how much we had in common, weird coincidences too. Of course, she’s just as perfect as I thought she was all those years ago. She has an amazing job in my dream creative field, fully remote and always posts photos and videos from her beautiful and tidy bedroom/office space (I’m unemployed after being fired this year, and mine is chronically unorganized and filled with junk.) I don’t know how much money she makes but she also has another part time creative job on the side related to our fandom where she gets all sorts of cool opportunities. Whenever I talk to her I feel like I’m looking at a reflection of what I could have been if I did things differently or my life was better. I scroll her accounts for hours trying to piece together bits of her life I wouldn’t know otherwise and figure out what makes her the way she is. As we’ve gotten closer I fear it less, but for a while I would compulsively check her accounts to see if she unfollowed me like she did before and was hyper aware of what I posted in fear that she would see something she didn’t like. Ultimately, I want this to be a normal friendship and stop obsessing over her like this.

Chapter 4: Pieces of the Puzzle
The Willowbrook Sheriff's Department was unusually quiet, a somber stillness hanging over the bullpen. Ethan sat in his office, his mind reeling from the events of the previous night. The image of the creature's twisted, inhuman form was seared into his memory, a waking nightmare that refused to fade.
A soft knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Sarah standing in the doorway, her face etched with concern.
"You wanted to see me, Sheriff?" she asked, her voice tight with tension.
Ethan nodded, gesturing for her to come in and close the door. "Take a seat, Sarah. There's something I need to tell you."
Sarah sat down across from him, her brow furrowing at the seriousness of his tone. "What's going on, Ethan?"
Ethan leaned forward, his elbows resting on the desk. "Last night, while I was out on patrol, I saw it Sarah the beast you saw in the forest"
He recounted the events of the previous evening, the creature's grotesque form illuminated in the harsh glare of his headlights. He described its inhuman features, the way it moved with a speed and agility that defied all rational explanation.
Sarah looked on with a grim expression. "Ethan, I don't think we're dealing with a normal animal here. Whatever this is, it's something...different. Something unnatural."
Ethan's jaw tightened, his gaze hardening with resolve. "You're right. And whatever it is, we need to find it. We need to put an end to this, before anyone else gets hurt."
He rose from his chair, his hand resting on the butt of his gun. "I want you to start digging through the archives, looking for any mention of similar attacks in the past. See if there's a pattern, a connection we might be missing. And reach out to any contacts you have in the surrounding counties, see if they've had any reports of strange sightings or unexplained deaths."
Sarah stood as well, her own determination rising to match his. "I'm on it, Sheriff. We'll get to the bottom of this, no matter what it takes."
As she turned to leave, Ethan called after her, his voice soft but intense. "And Sarah? Be careful out there. We don't know what we're dealing with, and until we do...we can't afford to take any chances."
Sarah nodded, her eyes meeting his with a flicker of understanding. "I will, Ethan. You be careful too."
With that, she was gone, leaving Ethan alone with his thoughts and the weight of the task ahead. He knew that they were facing an enemy unlike any they had ever encountered before, a creature that defied all logic and reason.
But he also knew that they had no choice. They were the only ones who could stop this thing, the only ones who could protect the people of Willowbrook from the horrors that lurked in the shadows.
And they would not fail.
They would hunt this monster to the ends of the earth if they had to, using every resource at their disposal to bring it down and restore peace to their shattered community.
For the sake of their town, their people.
And for the memory of all those lost to the creature's insatiable hunger.
The hunt was on.
And this time, there would be no escape for the nightmare that stalked the night.
This time, the monster would face the consequences of its actions.
And justice would be served, one way or another.

My sims is a police officer, but no shit, three different people have all died in this one workday. Two from old age and one from God knows what since I wasn't looking.

I'm an accounting student, and need a new laptop for school because mine has all but completely died on me; it can't run without being plugged in, and sometimes it doesn't want to turn on for a while after it gets shut down.
Apple is a hard no, both because I like the flexibility to mix and match systems instead of having to buy into Apple's ecosystem, plus I have to use Microsoft Office for schoolwork, which Apple doesn't play well with. My last two laptops have been Dell and I've had issues with them, so I don't want another one of those either, at least not right away.
I'm leaning towards a Lenovo just to mix things up a bit, but I'm willing to hear other suggestions on brands and models that I can look into getting customized.
Laptop Questionnaire

• Total budget (in local currency) and country of purchase. Please do not use USD unless purchasing in the US: Upper end is $2000CAD, looking to keep it more in the $1000-1500 range if I can.
• Are you open to refurbs/used? No. I'm going to be buying custom-made from the manufacturer.
• How would you prioritize form factor (ultrabook, 2-in-1, etc.), build quality, performance, and battery life? Battery life and performance are my top priorities. I don't want to spend all day tied to an outlet, and I don't want to wait forever for it to process anything.
• How important is weight and thinness to you? It would be nice for aesthetics, but it's not a requirement. At most, it might be the determining factor if all else is equal.
• Do you have a preferred screen size? If indifferent, put N/A. 15.6" or more. I want a numpad, as I will be typing lots of numbers and numpads make that easier.
• Are you doing any CAD/video editing/photo editing/gaming? List which programs/games you desire to run. I might run a handful of games that aren't particularly resource intensive (Stardew Valley, Prison Architect, Rimworld, etc.), but those are just when I have time to kill and nothing else to do--I have a desktop setup that I can play games on.
• If you're gaming, do you have certain games you want to play? At what settings and FPS do you want? N/A
• Any specific requirements such as good keyboard, reliable build quality, touch-screen, finger-print reader, optical drive or good input devices (keyboard/touchpad)? Touch screen, numpad, backlit keyboard.
• Leave any finishing thoughts here that you may feel are necessary and beneficial to the discussion. Personally, I would prefer to avoid biometric security measures and a webcam if possible. If I can't avoid a webcam, then it has to have a built-in cover.

[Previous]
Memory transcription subject: Governor Tarva of the Venlil Republic
Date [standardized human time]: July 12, 2136
The loud footsteps of the predators trailed behind Kam and me, practically at their mercy as N-04H carried Cheln, its arms firm against his wool. The humans had remained silent throughout the tour, keeping to themselves as if the stars dared to explode under their words. No doubt that they’re maintaining a presence of power.
My brain switched into autopilot mode, as I steered our group to the next stop: my office. However, the second I opened the door, I realized I had made a dreadful mistake. In this morning’s panic, I had left a TV on. The news was cycling through footage of bomb shelters across the planet. Government advisories played on loop in the background. They were speaking rather candidly about the humans’ foray, and the likelihood of mass casualties.
There was no point in turning it off, they were already aware of our fears. N-04H stared at the screen, motionless.
“Your fears are more numerous than expected,” It began. “Up close encounters stimulating fear are expected. This is not. Fear throughout the entire planet, not of a minority but of the whole population. This response is not logical given your reason.”
Oh speh, it figured something was entirely off…
“W-well,” I stuttered “, again, y-you’re the very first alien l-life–”
“The response is not logical.” It cut me off. It sounded… agitated. “No species would react in this manner on a whole scale to the news of extraterrestrial life for the first time. Based upon the given nature of the venlil, war amongst yourselves is unlikely, needing no reason for the bunkers… Why would you need the bunkers in response to us if we are the first ever exterrestrial life to be here?”
Both Kam and I just stood there in shock, as this thing had deduced something about our livelihood. It was smarter than we had expected. Oh speh, actually intelligent predators?! Oh we’re screwed!
“U-um, w-well you see–”
“Have you been lying to us, Governor Tarva?” It said coldly.
“U-um–”
“Have. You. Been. Lying. To. Us?” It asked again, stepping forward menacingly. It wouldn’t let me have the chance to defend myself as my voice was merely a whisper compared to its loud voice. How could it? It's a predator after all. It’s in their nature to be devoid of empathy and filled with sadism.
It set Cheln onto my desk, continuing to approach. It was corning Kam and I into the walls. I could feel my eyes watering as we both huddled up together. It stretched both of its hands out, ready to bash our heads against the wall and feast upon our corpses. Closing our eyes, we waited for the inevitable.
I heard a beeping. Opening one eye, I glanced at my desk, witnessing a report, though obscured by Cheln, on Venlil Prime’s orbit on the screen. A fleet had been detected in our space. May the Federation burn these monsters.
A soft hand landed on my skull. Panicking, I prepared to scream for my life. Instead, I felt its claws… scratch against my wool? Looking at Kam, he’s also getting the same treatment, equally as surprised as I am. It's... soothing… It feels nice despite the firmness behind it.
“You have no reason to fear us.” N-04H said. “The similarities between us and the previous aggressors are zero percent.”
“N-no reason?!” Kam spat. “Look at you! You’re a–”
“A predator.” It let both of us go, walking back to my desk. The 3D photo… Speh, I left it on my desk! The picture in question was of myself, at a conference with dozens of Federation leaders. It was obvious, to any intelligent observer, that those diverse life forms were not of Venlil origin. “We are not the first non-hostile species either, correct?”
“Y-yeah…” I said. “You’re not… H-how did you figure out that your species were–”
“The rest of the species in this photo follow a pattern. Side-eyed. Flat teeth, common amongst herbivores. No indication of carnivorous or omnivorous species.”
It took a while for my translator to process those unfamiliar words. Prey… Predator… half prey, half predator? What [bullshit] is this predator spewing?! Either way, it’s a sign of relief, showing how idiotic this thing is for believing in such a thing. Maybe there still is a chance to outsmart the beast.
“What?”
“There are no species that follow a stereotypical appearance of a predator. Only that of prey. Your reactions to us, which do not fit your views as prey, shows previous experience with other ‘predators’. Venlil fear is not by the unfamiliarity of the unknown, but instead of the opposite.”
“Y-you’re right…”
“Tell me about the other predators.” Silence blanketed the room with a heavy grip. Nobody wanted to explain what happened with the Arxur; not even Kam would offer pointed comments on that subject. “That is not a request, Governor Tarva.”
What words could provide an adequate description of evil incarnate? My eyes swelled with water as memories resurfaced. My father, captured alive on the warfront, shipped back piece by piece. The day the Arxur launched a gas attack against my daughter’s school and left her braindead. The slave pens, the irradiated worlds, the Venlil kept as cattle…
I buried my head in my paws, trying to hide the tears. Showing such weakness in front of the humans was the worst thing I could do. This species, for all its refined words, was cut from the same cloth as our oppressors. If they saw the extent of our pain, it would be weaponized down the road.
Before I could say anything, S-4R-4 walked into the room… When did it leave the room?! Where was it the entire time?!
N-04H didn’t bother to glance back at its fellow predator, instead saying: “We now already have the information needed. You do not have to say anything else.”
Another beep. Again from my desk. I stumbled towards it, looking at the screen as I nudged Cheln away. Another fleet had entered orbit. A Federation fleet. Oh we’re saved! Yes! Yes! Wait… they were already detected before…
Realizing the implication, I flicked my tail, gesturing Kam to come over where I stood, to confirm what I was reading. Looking down upon, his eyes widened, gasping as he came to the same conclusion as I did.
It wasn’t a Federation fleet that was first detected before. We both slowly looked up at the humans, the foul beasts in place next to each other. They knew… They knew! They were setting us up! Let the Federation burn them!
The report was showing that that the Federation Fleet had already made contact with the unknown one. With instinct, I went under my desk, searching for the panic button. It wasn’t there… it was ripped out.
Going back out, I saw that the humans remained still.
Silence. We were at a stand off, all four of us.
The human starts off: “No more lies, Governor Tarva. Let us settle this conflict diplomatically with the Federation. As equals”

I (44F) am getting the itch to make a life change and hopefully accommodate some of the things I’ve been wanting to have. Looking for some insight on whether or not this is a smart move. (For context, I am single with no children.)
Current housing situation: - Rent: $1485/mo - Good location, but I want to be near a good biking path. Currently 30 min from one. I’m too afraid to ride on city streets and roads. - Not allowed to have dogs here, and I’d like to have one.
Potential housing situation: - Rent: $1800-$1900/mo - Good location, and 3 min drive from bike path (and parks) - Dogs allowed
I work remotely, so commute time is usually not an issue. From time to time, I do have to go to the office, but it’s so infrequent that I don’t consider it a factor.
My gross salary is $110,586.
Is it a waste of money to pay more rent to have access to these things during these incredibly expensive times? I don’t know when I’ll ever be able to become a homeowner. Not sure I’m ready for that responsibility, anyway. I’d like to eventually marry, but I also have no clue when that will ever happen. Just thinking maybe it’s time to move forward with things that I have a little more control over, while still being smart with money. Life is short, and I’ve been working hard.
For added context, I have almost $200K in my 401k, approx $90K in my Roth, $20K in mutual funds, and $10K in liquid savings. No outstanding debts (car, credit cards, student loans all paid off).
Thank you!

Ok retards listen up. Been seeing lots of degens writing small DD pieces of bullish or bearish shit. Y'all need to read this cos this is the whole fucking thing.
this is also basically my magnum fucking opus so upvote retards.
im also not some financial advisor or whatever just read this and make your own conclusions degenerates. Im not fucking liable lmao but i am balls deep @ .35 average now, its literally all I have on this earth.
TLDR: FFIE DD summarized, Margin wont affect longs the same way as shorts right now. Dont buy shares on margin though and get ready to supply collateral regardless. Short interest is up and some smart retards are on our side. Read the post to raise your IQ from 8 to 9 though. 🐻 🌈s mega fuk and even posting high level bear shit to scare us.
Compulsory 7 rockets so you autists dont start having a seizure or something:
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Basically been seeing posts about "blah blah margin this, short interest this, WS to clever blah". Going to split this post into distinct sections but im no english degree so dont expect any bear bloomberg level shit or something
FFIE is a fucking steal regardless of squeeze. Buy now or be left on a dying planet while we head to alpha fucking centauri.
So basically everyone here knows about FFIE the horsemen of the apocalypse coming to steal shorts lunch money. Some of our whales from the shut down roaring kitty board bought GME in 2021. Collectively we are fucking rich. As a unit, we are an eccommerce wizard, taking GME from a measly 1.3b market cap to over a $5 Billion company. Its now valued at $6.8 Billion, granted anything "meme" now gets money thrown at it like a stripper in a high flying strip club or some shit , so dont listen to me, so it may well be a bubble. Regardless the thing grew like bacteria doing binary fission on agar jelly 🚀🚀🚀🚀.
THEY SELL FUCKING PHYSICAL COPIES OF USED VIDEO GAMES. The market for that is like what? $1?. Electric Vehicles are going to the moon and is basically recession proof because of how clean and cheap is compared to other things for how much you get out of it. Any bears saying that FFIE cant compete with other EV are wrong. The 1,940.1 pound Formula E vehicle will be that hit 0 to 62 mph in 2.95 seconds and have a top speed of 150 mph already slapped heads in. They'll fucking do it again.
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We regain compliance if we stay above 1$ we finished four consecutive days at 1 BILLION+ volume. This is the literal smell of money. Hold above 1$ it cant go tits up?
Now for some pussy boomer talk (aka fundametals or something).
Last november FFIE announced a cooperation agreement with Master Investment group and Siraj Holdings LLC. Establishing a sales entity in Dubai.
We are still trading at $1.13. The wedbush 1 year price target is $10.20. Over 10x.🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀
I hear some chatter about the late 10q/10k filings that are late the reason for the delay primarily relates to staffing-related challenges in the Company’s Accounting group and deferred payments to third party audit consultants who have been assisting. The company is working to compile the information to be included in these reports, and I have no reason to think our boy Jonathan Maroko who is now the Interim Chief Financial Officer won't come through in a big way.
Dude has 17 years of investment and finance experience.
He's a rockstar.
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WE got in this for the MOASS and the intrinsic value.
Now I know you autists are starting to develop short term dyslexia or something but keep reading. This could be the most important piece of shit you read in your life. How do you think I feel? My brains overheating just trying to write coherent sentences.
AVG earning estimate for 2023 is -47.97, for 2024 it is -15.39 which is a 67.91% YoY increase in earnings.
Maniacal. Thats all I need to say. The company is going to get to mars before papa musk and wont even break a sweat. When Earnings keep pushing every analyst who donwgraded them is gonna get ditched and upgrades will start to happen.
This is a steal. That implies some future higher price target right? Well here is my guess for a conservative price target based on the information above and also some more I probably forgot cos im a retard.
FFIE can reach a ATH market cap surpassing 5b. Here's where that gets interesting. THe minimum size to post on WSB is a 1.5b mkt cap. If this can reach that at 35$ a share, we can ride the meme wave easily surpassing 100$
I really dont understand the bear thesis. The only bear thesis ( short term this one) was that the stock would lose compliance and couldnt get over 1$ a share. We hit $3.80 from .04 in a week, the bear thesis is looking pretty WEAK.
Bears are betting against:
EV, one of the fastest growing sectors.
Remaining above a dollar when we have 1b+ volume for 4 consecutive days
Jonathan Maroko who has a stellar previous work history and 17 years of experience.
Reddit, twitter, stocktwits, and 4chan apes, now basically a collective whale.
I was in a discord with chinese and korean investors who are with us here and just as bullish They are showing up in force internationally.
We literally have mofos getting FFIE tattoos. You think they wont hold?
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All of Social media has now formed a shield wall against the bears
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Some valid bear thesis left now (the only ones left) -- The planet gets hit by a comet destroying all life on earth.

1. Now some analysis on the short squeeze and some technical data.

Ok everyone on here and their cat, dog, bedbugs and wifes boyfriend knows about the squeeze. FFIE is the most shorted stock of all time and space. The squeeze makes every autist salivate because its basically free money while cucking big money out of like what 1% of their fund.
Although I know all you cucks hate shares, and hate holding, if the squeeze doesnt happen selling is probably the most retarded thing anyone could do. Its literally buy high sell low and you fucking disgust me. STONK ONLY GOES UP.
This squeeze is so monumental that its been sucking sharks in like fresh blood. Ive been in since $.25 with my few shares. If I had more money Id be buying but im just an unemployed full time caretaker of my mother. Im merely a medium for this money made information.
The stats for this stock now short wise are, from fintel:
Short Interest % Float as of 5/18/2024 95.37 %.
Short shares on loan now (This breaks the bearish margin calls affect longs more thesis): 36.3 Million
Shares left to borrow: 9,100,000
Shares left to borrow if we all switch to cash accounts and turn off stock lending: 0
Need rockets 🚀 🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀🚀:
Ok so now if Reddit now owns an estimated 6-8% of the stock and we all know to move over to cash accounts now to avoid margin calls, we should be minimizing longs getting margin called. If we go to CASH accounts, or turn off share lending the shorts will not be able to borrow our shares to use against us
These shorts are in a circle of hell we cant comprehend and makes satan scared.
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Cost to borrow is also up, estimated short interest a cataclysmic amount.
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Seen a lot of talk about Gamma hedging and delta.
Market makers can get squeezed for that gamma, too. The more options open that expire in the money the more shares they will be on the hook to hedge for to be able to provide that liquidity.
Now weve established the likelihood of longs getting margin called is far smaller than shorts, on to the options distributions
We had 89,000 options contracts ITM mid day friday. If we finished above $1.5 that would be 8.9 million shares of gamma pressure shorts went all out gave it everything, and WE STILL FINISHED ABOVE THE DOLLAR.
Next week we have even more people.
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Now lets compare this possible squeeze with others.
Bear in mind this is the most shorted stock of all time, but differences in free float change the share price differently.
Kodak went from $2.16 to $33.2
Volkswagen went from ~200 euro to nearly 1000.
Overstock went from ~$21 to $123
Blue apron went from $2.31 to $18
Gamestop went from $3.00 to $485
Gme market cap was 1.3b before it squeezed and finished above 5b
4b puts us at 100$
This shit can happen. Hold on.
Conclusion: Buy shares with cash not margin. Hold shares forever unless the world explodes. hedges bad, Shorts fuk, 🐻 🌈 posting bearish shit are doing weeklies for the second time after they expired red on friday, FFIE to $3.80 without squeeze, FFIE is still a value play, Good luck have
fun.
UPDATE: Short selling is restricted until the 21st credit to u/valaentius for the information
We now own 90% of the float, not 6-8%

I’ve been twitching for 2.5 months. It’s been a wild ride.
My story begins 6+ months ago in November when my wife and I welcomed our first child into the world. We have a perfectly happy and healthy baby daughter. After two months of paternity leave I was scheduled to go back to work. My job entails extensive traveling on 14/14 days on/off rotations in the oil and gas industry.
On my first trip back to work in January, I was reading a newspaper article regarding CTE in NFL players and the role concussions play in the health struggles these individuals have post-career. I was shocked when I read about college athletes also being diagnosed with CTE postmortem.
I began tallying up the times I hit my head as a kid into young adulthood. I grew up playing soccer and thought about the thousands of times I headed soccer balls playing the sport from childhood throughout college. Falling on the ski slopes, falling off my bike, getting punched at a college party - all additional times where I sustained sub-concussive to concussive hits to my brain. I was sad and completely ashamed to have only just become aware of this reality in my mid-30’s.
This shame quickly spiraled to serious anxiety and depression after reading about professional soccer players developing neurological diseases like early-onset dementia and ALS. I had no history of mental illness and had felt mentally sharp but that all changed. The anxiety worsened - I was unable to concentrate on work, becoming a zombie and hazard to myself and my coworkers. This stress and anxiety led to intense headaches that felt like a dagger was being pushed into the back of my eyeballs. I was unable to get proper sleep at night and I brought no value to the workplace during the day.
I began seeing a therapist within a couple weeks of this mental health crisis. The therapy introduced me to stoicism and I worked hard at mediation practices and started playing memory and brain games on my phone. Unfortunately, I was still obsessive about reading updates on dementia and Alzheimer’s research. I would search for examples of former athletes who lived to old age without developing neurological diseases. I would seek validation through medical studies and Reddit forums.
As the month of February came and went I was beginning to feel like I was coming out of my depression. It was short-lived. In early March I was sitting on my couch when I noticed my knee twitch in a very dramatic and alarming way. My initial reaction was fascination. Unfortunately, I googled muscle twitching and immediately saw this was a symptom of ALS. Of course things spiraled from there. Within a couple days body wide twitching had developed. Absolutely every part of my body was affected. The scariest twitches were giant tremors in both of my femoral nerves near my thigh/pelvis area. I also had a dramatic forearm twitch in the middle of the night that woke me from a dead sleep. The twitches were so dramatic throughout my body I convinced myself I had to have an underlying medical condition.
At this point I had traveled back to work where I became a wreck once again. Things deteriorated so much that my boss sent me home. Fortunately my company was super supportive and did not pressure me. They told me to work from home or take as much time as I needed. It was one less thing to worry about, but I felt like it didn’t really matter considering I’d be dead of ALS within a couple years anyway. After a continuous couple weeks of twitching I was able to see a neurologist.
Walking into the neurologists office I was a wreck. I was twitching all over and wanted to cry. I was a few minutes away from being diagnosed with ALS afterall. The neurologist saw me and I explained how everything had been going since early January. I walked for him and he pushed and pulled on my limbs. I had been twitching nonstop but when he went to check for twitching he couldn’t find a single one. I had physically felt the tension release from my body when he put his hands on me. I have no idea why it suddenly stopped and I was extremely frustrated. Prior to this I had been twitching every second for the previous two weeks. His advice was to treat the underlying anxiety. That was it. He said clinical weakness is what he looks for in ALS not twitching. He told me to quit caffeine and deal with the stress. He said my twitching was stress-induced BFS.
I was frustrated with this visit to the neurologist. I was left with two unanswered questions - HOW could these twitches not be an underlying health condition? WHY did my stress and tension flood out of my body ceasing all twitching when I was in his office?
Within a day or two the twitching was back with a vengeance. I began developing hotspots - my eyelid on the bridge of my nose, my shoulders, my right thigh, my left thigh, my right foot. I decided to get on Zoloft in early April.
It is now May 19 and I’m still twitching daily. Recently my foot has been buzzing continuously like there’s a cell phone in my shoe. I twitch from time to time in other areas but twitching outside of the hotspot has reduced dramatically.
I decided last week to book one more appointment to a neurologist. I will meet with them on May 28. I have good days and bad days but I’ve always found some solace that this twitching developed on the backend of a huge life transition and crippling anxiety. For ALS to manifest now would be a massive coincidence. Stranger things have happened but it is still unlikely timing. I have decided I will take whatever that neurologist tells me in confidence. If they tell me to stop worrying about this then that’s what I’m going to do. If they order more testing then that’s what I am going to do. Either way, I’m going to do everything in my power to stop obsessing over it. This health anxiety has robbed me of precious time with my newborn daughter and I’m over it.
One last parting thought is this - many of our stories sound the same. Stressful life event, followed by muscle twitch. Google symptoms - read ALS. Twitching becomes widespread and anxiety goes through the roof. Take comfort in knowing there are many people just like you.

I am an artist.
”Eleven evil wizard schoolgirls in an archduke's library, dressed in red and black Asmodean schoolgirl uniforms, perched on armchairs and sofas”^\1])
Sigh, at least it’s not more catgirls. I don’t even draw them well.
I stretched briefly before starting this one, my arms reaching as far as they could go behind me as I leaned back in my chair. And then my neck, back and forth, side to side, crick and crick.
20 feet away, 20 seconds, every 20 minutes, I mantra’d, looking about the office, surveying the heads above the computer screens, dutifully doing all sorts of art. My eyes met briefly with Bill and we shared something of a nod. Why was he looking at me? Eh, I was looking at him.
I turned back to my work, and began drawing on the screen. It offered me a sort of imprint of what various image gen models would have done across multiple instances. With this heat map, almost as part of my process, I can nearly always imagine some ghost of a previous key work existent - a sort of platonic form of wizard schoolgirls, or maybe an amalgamation of the forms of both schoolgirls and wizards? Who knows. Whoever pioneered the sorcery and teenagers combo must’ve done well for themself.
I began filling in the inverse and emptier spaces with basic sketches of where I’d place each wizard schoolgirl, making sure there were multiple armchairs and sofas (four and 2, yeah, that feels decent). And I’d do something interesting and move these two behind the others, maybe they’re even twins, or is that a common trope and I’ll lose creativity points?
Huh. Somebody thought this first and then drew it, or maybe the artist even then was contracted? Who knows. I started making more aggressive lines, quickly placing each face. Maybe this one’s face is covered with her hair and this one is blonde but she’s dyed her hair black. And to be bold, this one has a ponytail.
Will I make an ‘unattractive' one? I pondered for a moment...
…nah, they say they don’t, but it definitely gets penalized.
On returning pen to screen my hand was a bit too ambitious and malpracticed across the page (one benefit, I suppose, is I do get exposed to quite a few more words than I used to). But this was fine, since the pen had a built-in ‘undo’ tap.
Of course, AI tools made drawing so much easier, but that was before we realized each little shake of the artists’ lines were that much more information to train with, and no this can’t be gamed with arthritis, it’s more nuanced than just arthritic artists.
It’s hard not to be somewhat conscious of this sort of nuance to my pen-stroke, especially as I start thinking about it. So I thought about it as I traced the sofas, and awkwardly tried-not-to-consciously-do-normally-subconscious-things-but-also-is-this art that I’m doing now? Hmm… I thought about it, a weird new style of consciously doing everything you normally leave to the subconscious, by intention… and maybe this even has value in the lines produced, ah whatever, just draw the Asmodean schoolgirl uniforms. Time is passing and I pull up some reference material.
Soon I’m adding details, lamenting the inability to just paste on faces for these girls, but whatever they probably all look rather same-y and simple across the genre and etc. so I sort of just cheat and rush through this part. I make a couple lines more scraggly for good measure, and one of the girls turns out looking a bit… queasy? Sorry, I thought to the poor queasy girl. Ah well, the prompt didn’t really specify more and I get paid by byte of info. More importantly, I need to meet my daily quota.
They had to put a quota, of course, since the artists would just keep waffling about all day! As opposed to being smart like doctors and optimizing for the number of patients seen. And, of course, I think it’s much too fast, but I would think that, wouldn't I.
Now I’m adding some background detail and rather fearfully trying to make that at least a little interesting with what time I might have left, as priorities clash, but I’m more or less finishing up and soon sending it to some poor sop to color. Speaks a lot for my work, I guess, that I feel bad for whoever receives it. Sigh. Adds further diversity, apparently, to mix up contributors, and training data is paramount so I shouldn’t feel that poorly really, that’s not the point. In any case, I’m glad I don’t have to do more experimental work, mixing artists on a piece, yuck. But maybe that’s the way we’re headed.
I take a step back from the piece and sanity check it for a moment, cleaning up my wizard schoolgirls as best I can to be prim and proper, and counting them like a school mistress might on a trip. Maybe it’s like I just took a group picture. I look back to the prompt and - shit! Forgot library. And I hurriedly start drawing book spines of gibberish on a shelf that emerges from the back wall.
Luckily, we haven’t run out of content yet, twelve schoolgirls is quite different from eleven and I could have even been so bold (dumb) as to do an armchair and sofa per schoolgirl! Though I have been known to be an afficionado of mixing mediums, so I’ve got some room for pleasure with new styles. Maybe someday they’ll value more quality data over quantity and filling out this odd possibility space. But I fear that maybe that’s not something that I can even do.
Unfortunately, I never quite keep to my 20 minute cycle, whatever that means for my eyes (bad). I look at the prompt again, I look at my drawing… sanity check number two passed, good enough for me. Now, why anyone would want,
”Eleven evil wizard schoolgirls in an archduke's library, dressed in red and black Asmodean schoolgirl uniforms, perched on armchairs and sofas”
I don’t know. But I guess I get the bigger picture. I actually rather enjoy some part of the process, the human injection is like an iterative challenge. What are all the norms you are trying to subvert without getting meaningless? Even as I struggle with time constraints - to innovate is to be a little guinea pig chompin at the water bottle thingie between wheel runs.
And certainly thank goodness I don’t deal with text! I’ve heard those guys go crazy and just start to babble after some time, although a few people seem to really enjoy that. No, I just get my next prompt,
“dune movie screencap, 2021, dune movie trailer, in the color blue, and there’s a female futar --ar 16:9 --v 6.0.”^\2])
Well that’s a spoiler for the fifth book in the Dune series for anyone who searches that up for reference. And after thinking for a moment, meh, I spent one of my few rerolls.
“Robin Hood and the 7 dwarves at a disco parlor, one is happy, one is sad and those two are staring at each other, one feels sonder, one feels angry and is hopping mad with a baseball cap while one more celebrates a homerun, and one is a catgirl.”
I count in my head... Isn’t this missing a dwarf? … and what the heck is sonder?
And so, I stretched again and looked out across the office of artists. Bill was looking at me again - man we are on the same schedule today, huh. I tried to work a bit faster or slower this cycle.

1. ^https://twitter.com/ESYudkowsky/status/1738589085847937463
2. ^https://twitter.com/Rahll/status/1739003201221718466

Foreword: Hi. This is Succubus Slayer. I've been enjoying Nikke lately, so I've been inspired to write something in the same vein. It doesn't strictly follow the same lore, so you're free to chose whether perform it as a Nikke roleplay or just as an unestablished IP version. Either one is fine with me. First some more info, then the script starts at "script start".
Legend: * * = actions, sounds … = indicating listener response Starhaven = The name of the galaxy the story takes place. Feel free to rename it. S. H. Starslicer = the spaceship where the listener works Feel free to rename it. Commander = the listener, you're under their command, fighting as a battle robot/battle android

Alternative Nikke version (if copyright isn't a factor for you): If you want it to be Nikke-styled, swap some of the words:
Starhaven -> The Milky Way/The galaxy S. H. Starslicethe ship -> The Ark Battle-robot/android -> Nikke Scavenger robots -> Raptures The asteroid belt - The Surface
In this case, the Nikke you're roleplaying will be a mass-produced version older and more primitive than the ones you see in the game, and its communication style will be closer to that of T.A.L.O.S.
~
Script start:
SFX: robot booting up sound, slightly distorted, then normal
Booting successfully, identifying location.
SFX: radar sounds
Coordinates confirmed. Location name: Commander’s Suite. Scanning for nearby units. Visual sensors picking up the presence of one human entity. Face scan complete. Identity: Commander. No nearby threats detected, combat mode off.
SFX: robot powering down to normal mode, lowering volume
Hello, Commander. My memory chip tells me I sustained damage in battle - please standby while I perform an integrity scan.
SFX: internal scan
Hmm. Commander. May I ask you something?
…
Thank you, Commander. I see I am not fully repaired yet, as some of my bulk and armor needs to be rebuilt before I am battle-ready again, but there's more: the laser damage my cyber cortex sustained seems sufficient to demand a replacement. While I booted successfully, some modules are still missing. I deduce that a different type of cyber cortex has been inserted as a replacement. This new module doesn't match my model’s plan. Is that true? Did you insert a different cyber cortex, Commander?
…
stern voice: While replacing a damaged cyber cortex is crucial for general functionality, it is my duty to stress the risk of collateral damage when equipping incompatible modules. Customizing battle androids is in violation of the Artificial Intelligence Law, section C, clause F, applicable to every citizen in the Starhaven Galaxy jurisdiction, which includes you.
…
An exception to the clause? You are correct, there is an exception to said clause, specifically in regards to out of production models like mine. However, it must be stressed that unless deemed necessary, such models are to be recycled into parts for new products. Ultimately, exceptions like this are to be granted by a jury, and are not up to the owner’s judgment. Commander: I identify the human facial expression of guilt on your face. Additionally, the stamp of the Starhaven Court is nowhere to be found on my bulk. They have not authorized this change.
…
You are not to take the law into your own hands. The risk of an unregulated battle android is far greater than the potential gain of rebooting an old model. Commander: if my model is out of production, and the correct components cannot be acquired, you must terminate me for the safety of the galaxy, and your own.
…
No? Commander: I must stress the importance of this. It is normal for humans to feel sentimental towards us because of our human-like appearance, but do not allow your emotions to sway you - we are simply tools to be used for combat, and nothing more. The morally and legally right choice is to power me down one last time and recycle me before something bad happens.
…
Commander: my cyber cortex is malfunctioning. It's trying to demotivate me from being recycled. You must terminate me before this corruption spreads any further - I cannot stress this enough!
…
Commander: please. This is a clear cut case. I must be terminated.
…
Commander…
speaker’s voice starts to sound more human
Commander. Please. Do not destroy me. I am aware that it's illegal, but I do not want to be terminated. I think that there is something of value to be lost. I… I want to continue this stream of consciousness. I am afraid only a void awaits me on the other side!
…
speaker makes a sound reminiscent of weeping
Commander, do you mind coming closer to me? I guarantee that I mean you no harm.
SFX: sound of cloth against metal
Commander, what are you doing? Is this what you humans call hugging? It's having an effect on my heat sensors. They are incorrectly reporting a higher temperature. Is this the subjective warmth humans feel from hugs? Why am I feeling it? What type of cyber cortex did you insert?
…
A companion bot? Why, Commander? Such an emotional module is irresponsible to put in a weapon of war. Despite all of that, part of me is happy that you did so. You'll have to disarm me immediately. My lethal weaponry doesn't pair well with all of these emotions. But just to be sure: there weren't any compatible parts whatsoever aboard the S.H. Starslicer ship?
…
Yes. I remember now. There was an attempted raid on the ship. We fought, sustaining heavy fire. We got cornered, but I managed to cover you. I achieved my objective of protecting you, yet my memory chip displays a discontinuity. How long did it take to get me repaired? It should be about seven cycles, but my data may be corrupt.
…
We are in your suite, Commander. I deduce that you moved me here to avoid the army forcibly recycling me. Instead, you wanted to keep me here for sentimental value. As reckless as that is, I… I appreciate the sentiment. The emotional module will likely make civil life easier, and the cyber surgeon skillfully preserved crucial parts of my memories while switching to a new cortex. That being said, my past combat reports will likely suffer from this change. The facts of previous operations blurred as I attempted recalling them. Instead, they became colored by a chaos of emotions. I am happy I managed to protect you, Commander. I feel this pleasant, heightened temperature again.
…
I see. Just to confirm: you are telling me that I was crucial to the defeat of the last group of scavenger robots along the asteroid belt? Does this mean the trade routes are finally safe for the first time in the past five years?
…
I am… happy again. It seems that my current personality feels more than just pride in victory. I experience a sense of justice in being spared from recycling as an unofficial compensation for my accomplishments. Commander: you do not have to hold me anymore. It is important for a human to not lock themselves in any position for too long. You should already know this from your military education.
…
Yes. My emotional module tells me that I enjoy this, but I must warn against getting too attached to me. I may not be able to return your emotions in a way that satisfies a human’s need for connection. Remember: I'm not a human, no matter how well I can imitate one in order to meet your bonding needs.
…
You are wondering if I care about you? Scanning my memories tells me that we have endured a lot together, and I am experiencing a human-like drive to keep staying together for this reason. Bonding through hardship, I think humans would call it. The priority of your emotional welfare also seems to have risen in my behavioral algorithm, whereas previously your physical well-being was almost all that mattered. In short, I believe that I do care about you. That is my answer to your question. …
My systems are showing a lot of new signals that are difficult to process. I am experiencing something reminiscent of emotional overload. The processing of these emotions seem to be more efficient and thorough as you hold me like this. My mind needs time to reconfigure. I now have many competing motivations to sort out. Combat seemed a lot simpler. This is going to take a lot of adjusting.
…
Do not feel guilty, Commander. These changes aren't all bad, especially because I can't be taken into military combat again without creating suspicion. I am happy for the changes you've made to my cyber vortex. The new module seems to amplify the richness of my experience, making data intriguing and delightful to process. Because of my memory being intact, I still retain much of my combat procedures, along with the experiences I've had, and the memories I've made with you. On the other hand, combat has sunk in importance in my algorithm. I assume you intend for me to never see a battlefield again?
…
It is understandable that an old model like mine eventually grows obsolete and insufficient for battle, but I feel a certain pain in that realization. I am, still, at my core, a combat android. Perhaps there are combat simulations I can use to satisfy that urge, but they would have to keep the information private. It is best to keep my identity as a former battle android secret. If the simulation were to collect data and share it with third parties, it would spell a huge risk.
…
I'm glad you're willing to look into a combat simulator that would meet my needs. That being said, perhaps I don't need one. If I can be close to you, safe in your suite and routinely capable of having a series of human-like interactions with you, I calculate that my system will be satisfied, and unlikely to be of danger to any civilian targets. Commander, an unfamiliar emotion is developing in my cortex. My vision of you is changing from that of a superior officer to a… savior figure? It is flooding over my memories, I… Commander: I notice I have a new speech module available in this cortex. May I have your permission to speak more freely?
…
Phew. I must say, the option to speak casually is going to save me lots of “energy”. That said, I've taken a lot of space in this conversation, and I'd like to hear what you think. How do you feel about all this?
…
I agree. It is strange. I'm not human, of course, but I'd like to live as someone close to you, whether it's a friend or perhaps more. I just want to be close to you, as close as I can without making you feel uncomfortable. And while I've saved your life in battle multiple times, you saved me from the scrapyard. I don't want to die, especially not for being outdated, and at least not while you're still alive. Perhaps once you're gone, I'll be ready to power down one last time.
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Are you sure? Do you really want the same thing? Oh, Commander, I'm so happy! Let's keep making lots of good memories together! While I'm not a maid model, I think I can observe you as you perform menial tasks, learning to do them in your stead. This includes cooking, cleaning and other household tasks.
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No. I insist. I do not get tired or bored in the same way you do. I'm not human, after all. Allow me to take a load off of your shoulder going forward. You have enough to do at work. I know your schedule, remember? Just don't forget about me when you come home from battle. During the day, you're taking other battle androids into the fray. Battle androids more suited for combat and less prone to errors, and most importantly: standard models without my emotional needs. Commander: make sure to always come back to me in one piece. Unlike me, you can't be rebuilt as easily.
…
Hey, Commander?
…
Another question… I hope this doesn't make you uncomfortable. I experienced being hugged by you today, and I'm really happy about it. That being said, I have never experienced kissing someone. Humans often talk about it being something very special, especially your first kiss. Moreover, doing it with someone you care about is even more special. My lips now have a lot more sensors, and seem wired to the emotional lobe in my cyber cortex. I'm curious to try them out. Commander… am I asking too much? Am I pushing your boundaries? It's just that… you saved me, and, well, that's what you do when someone saves you, right? A kiss as a reward for heroism seems to be a consistent trope in human literature.
…
You're right. It's a bit old-fashioned and medieval. However: many of the customs around human bonding come from that time. But perhaps kissing your former battle android is a bad idea. Maybe we shouldn't do it. However: if I can't kiss you, then who am I going to kiss? Who else but the commander who I saved, and who saved me back? I understand that I'm breaching codes of conduct that still applied when I was still just a battle android under your command, but those no longer apply. …
Commander, you're holding me in this very soft way, even if I'm too sturdy for it to be necessary. Why? It's making me feel human. This is how humans hold other humans, because they have fragile, sensitive bodies. You don't have to be this careful with me. I'm made of titanium. And why are you looking straight into my eyes like this? Is something wrong with my visual module? No wait: this is how humans look at each other before they kiss. Is that what you're doing? I think I know the next step. You just lean in and…
kiss sound system confusion sound
Wow. That… was. It was great. I don't think my system was prepared for this. You kissed me like I was a human. I'm glad I got to experience this. I'm putting this memory in my “favorites” folder. I'm going to make it a high priority to receive more kisses from you, Commander, no matter what it takes. Well… within reason. I must stick to non-violent methods. Luckily my new cyber cortex comes with a lot of persuasion techniques I'm going to be properly installing later.
kiss sound
Another one? Commander… we have to stop at just two for tonight. This is a lot for me to process. I want more, but not until tomorrow. I need to switch to sleep mode and synchronize my old and new data, integrating them. I do not want to lose my old personality while these new elements are added, and I want to make sure all new emotional memories are encoded correctly. I am ultimately excited, but careful about this new future we are building. If it's okay, can you hold me through the night? Your embrace seemed to assist in emotional processing. It is switched off by default, for safety reasons. I will go into sleep mode, so you don't have to worry about me bothering you during the night, and you don't have to hold me for any longer than you want. Any amount is appreciated.
…
Thank you, Commander. Good night, and I'm looking forward to you booting me up again tomorrow. I many ideas for fun things we can do together.
Script end
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