#AI in Route Planning

[fixyourwritinghabits]

It is with the deepest frustrations that I must report Microsoft has pushed out Copilot onto Microsoft Word no matter what your previous settings were. If you have Office because you paid for it/are on a family plan/have a work/school account, you can disable it by going to Options -> click on Copilot -> uncheck 'Enable Copilot'.

(Note, you may not see this option if you haven't updated lately, but Copilot will still pop up. Updating should give you this option. I will kill Microsoft with my bare hands.)

In addition, Google has forced a roll-out of it's Gemini AI on all American accounts of users over 18 (these settings are turned off by default for EU, Japan, Switzerland, and UK, but it doesn't hurt to check).

To remove this garbage, you must go to Manage Workspace smart feature settings for all your Gmail/Drive/Chat and turn them off. Go to Settings -> See all settings -> find under "Genera" the "Google Workspace smart features" -> turn smart feature setting off for both Google Workspace and all other Google products and hit save. (If you turned off the smart settings in your Gmail, it never hurts to open Drive and double-check that they're set to off there too.)

Quick Edit: I found the easiest way to get to the Smart Feature settings following the instructions above was to do it through Drive. Try that route first.

Now is the time to consider switching to Libre Office if you haven't already.

[uniqueartisanconnoisseur]

Travel & Tourism Week - Do the stories Matter?

This is National Travel and Tourism Week. Most of us love to go places, attend events, dine out, and enjoy a get away, but how does this resonate? Is it important to write the reviews, share your stories, or have writers tell what they see and do? Do tourists pay attention? Can destinations benefit by bringing writers to their area? Is it worth the expense? According to my sources, the answer is…

[artisticdivasworld]

The Impact of AI and Automation on the Trucking Industry

Photo by Ricky Esquivel on Pexels.com So, we’ve all  heard about the buzz around AI and automation in the trucking industry, right? It’s pretty fascinating stuff. I know it sounds all high-tech and futuristic, but it’s really changing the game for truckers in ways that are super practical and beneficial. First off, there’s predictive maintenance. Imagine you’re on the road, hauling a load, and…

[maxvalueplus]

The Role of AI in Public Transportation Optimization

Explore the evidence-backed journey into the future with 'The Role of AI in Public Transportation Optimization.

Navigating Efficiency: AI’s Transformative Impact on Public Transit In the bustling world of urban mobility, a silent orchestrator takes the stage – The Role of AI in Public Transportation Optimization. This article embarks on an insightful exploration, unraveling the ways in which artificial intelligence (AI) is reshaping and optimizing public transportation systems to create efficient,…

[vague-humanoid]

When lots of people are worried about bubble valuations in stocks or a specific sector, all it takes is a small poke to make the whole thing wobble precariously.

Why it matters: That can cost investors $1 trillion or more in a single day, as happened Monday with the global AI rout.

It can also challenge the fundamental assumptions behind an entire economy, like the nascent Trump administration's push to invest hundreds of billions of dollars in American AI supremacy.

Zoom out: In the 1950s, the Soviets beat the U.S. into space. In 2025, China appears to have potentially beaten the U.S. to building a better AI mousetrap.

Last week, the small Chinese upstart DeepSeek announced a newreasoning model, R1, that appears to outperform the best America has to offer, including OpenAI's ChatGPT, Anthropic's Claude and Meta's Llama.

The problem? Those companies spent billions of dollars building their models, fueling growth for companies like Nvidia, whose chips are the gold standard in that training process.

DeepSeek spent a mere$6 million, figured out how to do it faster and more efficiently with cheaper hardware, and then released the whole thing as a free, open-source platform.

The big picture: President Trump's economic vision relies on massive growth, fueled by the AI boom that his closest advisers have sold as the country's future.

The biggest economic announcement of his first week in office was Stargate, a five-year plan to spend $500 billion on AI infrastructure. (Complicating matters, Trump ally Elon Musk immediately cast doubt on whether anyone actually had the money to fund the project.)

But if China can do AI better and faster at one one-thousandth of the cost, it casts a shadow on the rationale for spending that kind of money and leaves the country playing catch-up.

[luna-rainbow]

@ashacrone sent me an excellent video essay about how and why CATWS is the best MCU movie and about half way through I had to stop and watch the real thing cos it made me so nostalgic and emotional 😂

New things I noticed this time around that I probably should have noticed ages ago:

The Winter Soldier theme has two distinct leitmotifs: there's the haunting digitised scream, and there's the percussion triplet. I think last time on a random rewatch I noticed that during the very opening of the Causeway scene, i.e. Steve, Nat and Sam are just driving on the road in the car with Sitwell, "the scream" comes on momentarily before their conversation takes place, as a foreshadowing. This time I noticed that during Nick Fury's car chase scene, much of the BGM was built on the Winter Soldier percussion triplets until it quietens suddenly and "the scream" comes on while the Winter Soldier comes into focus. I love the foreshadowing in the music

On the subject of music, the end of the line scene after Sarah's funeral plays a very similar tune to the end of the line/fall from the helicarrier.

I think I mentioned on the last rewatch that it's interesting Sharon says she was sent to "protect" Steve when he's a super soldier, and he probably clocked very quickly she was sent to monitor him, hence his very curt "neighbour" the next time he sees her. I think I may have written it in another meta too about whether Sharon (given her later going rogue as the Powerbroker) was a double agent who had a hand in setting up Fury's assassination. She somehow heard/noticed music coming from Steve's room before Steve, the super soldier with super hearing, noticed. Sure, maybe it's louder inside her room than it is from the hallway, but strange that she felt the need to bring it to his attention? It was almost as though she said it purposely to get Steve on edge -- remember Steve's reaction is then to climb through his window rather than go through the front door. This would have exposed his presence to the Winter Soldier who is most likely already in position on the opposite roof, especially if we go by the theory that the Soldier used Steve's eye line to triangulate where Fury was located. I know Pierce spends a lot of time questioning Steve about why Fury was in his apartment as though he wants to know what information Fury passed onto Steve (and that might be true), but likely part of the plan was also to frame Captain America in order to remove him from any kind of influence, so the Winter Soldier was instructed to wait until Steve was inside before finishing the assassination.

Steve's look when Fury shows him his phone that says "ears everywhere". It screamed "OF COURSE MY UNIT IS BUGGED OF FUCKING COURSE OF COURSE YOU DID IT".

There's this interesting small detail during Fury's car chase: he asks the AI to calculate the route, and he's told that one particular road is gridlocked, but there's another road that's more open. That is, of course, the road that the Winter Soldier was waiting for him on, which means SHIELD was controlling the lights/traffic to lure Fury into the trap. A callback later in the movie proves this -- when Steve dives through the glass ceiling and runs, Sitwell says, "All traffic lights in the district go red." So SHIELD had the capacity to control traffic, and they definitely did it to bring Fury into the Soldier's path.

When Steve was at the hospital after Fury's assassination, he was in his civvies, and Rumlow was rushing him to get back to SHIELD. Interestingly, when he arrives at SHIELD to speak with Pierce, he is in full battle suit (despite, obviously, the Strike team pressuring him to make things quick, he still took the time to change into his suit). The elevator fight is set up like an unexpected escalation given the civil way his conversation went with Pierce, but clearly Steve had been prepared for a fight as soon as he stepped foot inside SHIELD.

When he goes back to the hospital, he's back in a different set of civilian clothes and he doesn't don that particular suit again, instead opting to steal his old uniform from the museum. More than a statement against SHIELD, I wonder if he disposed of the suit because he's worried it had tracking embedded?

One minor detail during the elevator scene - Steve was initially standing near the back of the elevator and watching out the window. As the second group of people got on, one of the men says "excuse me" to Steve, forcing him to step aside and closer to the centre. Steve had already noticed Rumlow's team had their hands on their guns, but once he was forced into the centre he turned and gave the two guys who displaced him a very long suspicious look (one of them had the sweat dripping down his face). When Rollins gets on, that's when Steve was like "pretty sure all the players are here" and said the famous "does anyone wanna get out" line. I just love the way the action was set up, as they intentionally but subtly forced Steve into the middle and had him surrounded, which I think is also when it clicked for Steve.

Hilarious tiny detail when Steve and friends arrive at SHIELD HQ during the final act: they knock on the radio room and the guy who opens the door is faced with Sam and Maria pointing guns at him, and Steve going "excuse us". The guy throws his hands up and then does a little sideways wave to wave them through....XD Dude was like Cap I'm on your side <3

Look, if anyone can put themselves through the electrocution scene, Bucky actually lets out a strangled whimper before the electricity starts firing *heart shatters*

Steve's trembling voice as he pleads, "Don't make me do this." D=

Steve's thousand yard stare when Sam asks, "What makes you happy?" and his resigned, "I don't know." =(

I am firmer in my belief that Pierce intended for Bucky to die during the launching of Insight. In his speech to Bucky, he says "I need you to do it one more time". It just sounded very final (and besides, once the helicarriers are in the air, they don't have a need for an assassin who needs to be electrocuted every few days to keep in check). This might be partially why Bucky made no attempt to leave when the Helicarriers were crashing, because his mission was to bring down Steve and die there -- so Steve really did save him in more ways than one.

I feel like I love this movie more on each rewatch. So much thought was put into the script and the music and the action. Characters were so competent, which made the stakes feel so high and personal. The MCU really peaked with this movie and Black Panther.

[moonlightkb]

Owned by the Night 🐇

chapitre 1 𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ𐀔

AJ x Fem! Reader

Summary:  AJ needs the perfect girl to help pull off a dangerous heist. They say behind every great man is a woman, and he’s just found her. Curvy, smart, and working the pole with secrets in her eyes, she’s everything he didn’t know he needed. But in this game, trust and safness are expensive… and desire might cost more than either of them can afford.

Warning: Smut, ice play, stripper!reader, chubby!reader, obsession, adult content (18+), mild violence.

 Words Count: ~4k 

Author's notes: Hi! English isn’t my first language, so I apologize for any grammar or spelling mistakes. and this is actually my first time writing a smut/sex scene. I was inspired by Janitor AI, so please be kind! I really hope you enjoy the story, it means a lot to me. If you have any thoughts, feedback, or suggestions, I’d love to hear them! Thank you for reading 🤍

divider by @enchanthings

Gordon stood at the head of the table, his hands planted firmly on either side of a large, worn-out map. The edges were torn, coffee-stained, and covered in scribbles, routes, escape plans, camera placements, and red-ink timestamps scrawled in his sharp handwriting.

Gordon: “Football match, boy band concert, and a protest … The cops are gonna be busy. If we do this right, we’ll have a window. 

John, you’re on the lookout. If the police show up or shots get fired, you stay outside, engine running, ready to get us out early if needed.

AJ, you’re handling the cameras and security system. Quick and clean.

Jake, you stick with John.

Jesse, you’re coming inside with me.

Any questions?”

The room was thick with tension, like the calm before a thunderstorm. No one spoke. No one needed to. They all nodded silently, the weight of the job sinking in as they took quiet sips from their drinks, their eyes traveling all over the information on the table as they thought and planned their job, the risk, the money. It’s not their first time. They all knew their job: first and last, to keep each other safe and alive.

AJ leaned back in his chair, cigarette balanced between his fingers. His other hand held a glass of expensive whisky, half-melted ice clinking softly as he gulped down a sip of his drink. His eyes moved slow but sharp, scanning every inch of the map like he was reading between the lines.

AJ: “I need to know what kind of cameras and security systems they have so I can move fast. If it’s basic, I’m in and out. But if it’s smart tech… that’s another story.”

Jesse sat upright, arms crossed, his eyes squeezed in focus as he did the mental math. His foot tapped softly against the metal chair leg, counting beats, calculating seconds.

Jesse: “We’ll have about thirty minutes max before the nearest units get to the shop. Based on patrol routes and the emergency response speed, we’ve got 25–30 minutes before a squad car even gets close. The closest they can get without fire or injuries is 5 km away, that’s if they don’t bring in a helicopter.”

AJ flicked ash into a tray, breathing hard through his nose.

AJ: “Without knowing what system they’re using, I might need 15, even 20 minutes just to break through. That doesn’t leave us enough time to get in, grab the goods, and get out clean.”

Gordon straightened slowly, cracking his neck as his jaw tensed.

Gordon: “So what does that mean?”

AJ took another drag, now more serious, not scared, but troubled. He leaned forward, elbows on knees, voice low but firm.

AJ: “It means we need information before we go in. Cameras, alarm response times, maybe even their tech supplier. We need names. Models. Installation history. Something. Anything.”

John sat perched by the window, arms resting on the back of the chair he straddled backward. He wasn’t fidgety, just careful, watching the street like a man who'd seen too many jobs go sideways.

John: “Can’t we do a little recon? Drive by, see what we’re working with?”

Jesse shook his head, voice clipped, the muscles in his jaw twitching.

Jesse: “No chance. Only certified personnel are allowed near the big jewelry cases. They’ll clock us the second we get too close.”

Jake sat hunched forward, nervously rolling a coin between his fingers, a habit that only came out when things felt real. His eyes moves between Gordon and the map.

Jake: “So… what do we do?”

Gordon's answer came like a loaded gun, slow, cold, and final. He stepped back from the table just enough to stretch the tension in his shoulders.

Gordon: “We stalk the boss. Follow him for a week. Watch his routine. His habits. Where he goes. Who he talks to. Bet he slips up somewhere.

Jake, Jesse, that’s your job.”

He stared them down like he was daring them to object. No one did.

Gordon’s voice dropped lower:

“Then we move. End of the week.”

the smell of smoke, whisky, and sweat hung in the air like fog. Nobody smiled. Nobody made a joke. The crew nodded. No high-fives. No cocky grins. Just quiet, professional silence, the kind that hangs right before a storm.

The job was on.

They were in.

A week later

They were all back around the same table, ashtrays full, empty bottles lined up, the air thick with smoke and tension. Jess and Jake dropped a stack of photos onto the table. All eyes fell on them.

Jake said, flipping through the pics: “No family, no friends. Every night, same club. Drinks, poker, then he takes some girl from the club to a hotel room and disappears till morning.”

Jess smirked: “Easy. We get a girl to fuck him and plant a mic, maybe a camera or a GPS on his clothes.”

Gordon leaned forward, arms crossed over his chest: “Simple. Clean. We get what we need without tripping any alarms.”

Then without hesitation, they all turned and stared at AJ

He blinked, mid-sip of his whisky: “What?”

His thick Italian accent that could cut a tree filled his throat.

John was the first to speak, smirking like he’d been waiting: “Your job.”

“Why me?” AJ asked as he gave John a sideways look while arching his eyebrow, his eyes traveling to every man that was looking at him like it was an obvious answer.

Jake grinned: “Because you’re the walking cheat code to women’s pants, that’s why.”

Jesse laughed: “Your damn jawline gets more action than the rest of us put together.”

“Bullshit” AJ muttered, though the twitch of his mouth betrayed him.

“Oh come on” Jess said, nudging Jake. “All you have to do is smile a little, and girls go crazy. You start moving those hips? It's over.”

“Man’s dick probably has a fan club” Jake said, nearly choking on his drink as the table burst out laughing.

John raised his glass: “To AJ , the certified weapon of seduction.”

They all clinked glasses while AJ sighed, rubbing a hand down his face.

“You all are out of your goddamn minds.”

“Yeah” Gordon said, deadpan. “But you’re the only one with a dick worth weaponizing.”

Another round of laughter.

AJ lit a cigarette, dragging slowly and acting annoyed, but the smirk gave him away.

“Fine. I’ll find someone. But we do this my way. No amateurs. No danger we can’t cover. She gets a cut.”

Jake raised a brow: “So thoughtful. All that charm and a conscience.”

“Maybe that’s why they keep coming back” Jesse said, smirking. “Not just the hips, huh? It’s the aftercare.”

“Fuck off” AJ said, flipping him off but still grinning.

Gordon pulled them back: “You’ve got three days. Then we move.”

AJ nodded, his voice lower now as he looked over a photo of the boss: “I’ll get us what we need.”

The room went quiet, not from doubt, but because they believed him.

Jake wasn’t done, though: “Make sure she’s hot. We don’t want you getting bored halfway.”

Jesse smirked: “Though knowing AJ, that probably means soft belly, thick thighs, curves that don’t quit…”

John chuckled: “Man’s got a type.”

AJ didn’t flinch, just took another drag from his cigarette like he was proud of it.

Jake leaned forward: “He sees a thick girl with a belly and a pretty smile, and suddenly he’s planning their wedding.”

“She touches his arm and laughs once, and he’s naming their kids” Jesse added.

Gordon watched AJ with an amused look: “At least he’s consistent.”

AJ exhaled slowly, flicking ash into the tray: “I like softness. I like warmth. I like women who look like they could knock me out and still let me fall asleep on their stomach after… I want my hand to be full of fatness like my wallet is full of money. Is that bad?”

Jake cackled: “You’re so whipped for the fatties, it’s unreal.”

AJ just smiled a little, tapping his glass: “And they deserve better than any of your ugly ass.”

John raised his drink: “To fat girls and the man who worships them.”

The laughter returned, loud and easy, the kind that came from comfort, from brotherhood, not cruelty.

Jesse grinned: “So I guess you already know who you’re looking for.”

AJ leaned back, cigarette glowing between his fingers, eyes sharp now as he stared at the map: “Oh, I know exactly what I’m looking for.”

And just like that, it was back to business.

The teasing died down, but the smirks stayed.

They all knew AJ wasn’t just going to find her, he was going to charm the hell out of her.

And with her help, they were going to bring a monster down.

That same night, AJ walked into the same club Jess and Jake had been visiting  the boss all week. While they had been chasing shadows, he came looking for something real, something warm and soft. And he found it.

She was leaning against the bar, talking to someone, dressed in an outfit that barely covered anything. It left little to the imagination, and even less to hide. AJ's smirk widened as his pants grew tighter. She was nervous, he could read people like books, and it was written all over her body language. New girl. Probably hadn’t been here longer than a few days.

An hour later, he was sitting in one of the club’s private rooms, a plush round sofa wrapped around a low table, soft purple lights casting shadows across the red walls. He waited, calm but alert.

Then the door opened.

She stepped in, chubby hand holding his drink, nerves thick in her walk, but her curves swayed anyway. Oh yeah, she was definitely new.

“Hello, sir” she said, soft voice trembling slightly. “Thank you for choosing me. I hope you won’t regret it.”

He bit his lip. That voice, that softness, her nerves were almost sweet.

“Thank you, Bunny” he said, his Italian accent rich and thick, curling through the room like smoke.

The way she blushed at the nickname, he could tell she wasn’t used to kindness, not in here. She looked up at him, almost lost in his deep blue eyes, like she was already slipping into something warmer than her fear.

“Get on the table for me, Bunny.”

She snapped out of it, nodding quickly.

“Yes, sir” she whispered, climbing onto the table on her knees, facing him.

“What’s your name, Bunny?” he asked, still studying her like she was a rare painting, one-of-a-kind, priceless.

“I can’t tell you that, sir. People around here call me… Blueberry.”

“Blueberry, huh?” he smiled. “Cute little name for a sweet girl like you. Come closer, Bunny.”

He took a slow sip of his drink, reaching into his pocket for a few folded bills. A couple hundred, hoping it’s enough to calm a new girl’s nerves. She edged forward, and he stood to meet her halfway. His eyes dropped briefly to her chest, catching the edge of an old scar peeking from under her bra strap.

He reached out, slow, careful, but froze when his fingers brushed the scar. She flinched, pulling back.

They locked eyes. His sharp and intense, hers wide and unsure.

“You can’t touch me” she said, voice barely above a whisper. “Sorry…”

“And who’s gonna stop me?” he asked, tone curious, not threatening.

She looked away, clearly scared.

“There’s a camera. If you touch me, they’ll send in security.”

He chuckled softly, stepping back just enough to give her air.

“Nah, sweetheart. It’s not the cameras stopping me.”

His voice dropped, intimate:

“It’s your consent. Nothing else matters.”

She blinked, her fear cracking slightly, shifting into something closer to surprise… maybe even trust. He crooked a finger, motioning her forward. She obeyed.

“Good girl” he said low, brushing the edge of the money over the faint line of her scar. “Tell me, Bunny… who did this to you? Who dared to mark a body like yours?”

She swallowed hard.

“My first client,” she whispered. “He got angry when I told him he couldn’t touch me.”

He exhaled slowly, rage simmering beneath his calm exterior.

“Of course. Your body’s like a dessert for starving men, sweet, rich, made to be savored… not taken by force.”

He slid the money gently between her bra and that soft curve of skin spilling from the too-small top.

She glanced down.

“That’s… too much.”

“No. It’s not” he said, leaning back, smoke curling from his lips. “You deserve more than this place gives you.”

The scent bothered her, he noticed right away and put the cigarette out without another word.

“Tell me, doll. What can you do for me? What can I see? What are the rules?”

“No touching” she said quietly. “But… I can take things off. We can talk. Drink. I can dance for you… if you wish.”

“You can undress?” he asked, genuinely curious now.

She nodded. “Yes.”

“Then start with your top, Bunny. Let me see you.”

Her hands shook slightly as she reached down, untying the baby-blue babydoll top. It slid down her thick arms and landed in a pool at her waist. She hesitated again, then reached behind, unclasped her bra, and let it fall to her lap, money slipping down with it.

He reached forward, picked up the bills, and set them aside. Then, his fingers slid over the lace of the bra, eyes still locked on hers.

“Can I?”

She nodded, lips parted slightly, her body still, obedient.

He brought the fabric to his nose, breathing her in with the care of a man savoring wine, not lusting over skin. She didn’t move, just watched him, her big brown bambi eyes locked on the tall, tattooed man who looked at her like she was the only softness in a cruel world.

His legs spread wider as he leaned back again, a king in his throne, hunger in his eyes.

She stayed kneeling, like a good girl, bare, soft, and waiting.

Her scent drifted toward him, sweet and warm, clinging to the soft fabric of the shining bra she’d just let fall. His eyes moved over her chest, gentle curves full and inviting, fitting perfectly in front of him like they were made to be held.

They sat obedient and plush, framed by pale lines of stretch marks that curled like quiet lightning across her skin, the  silent testaments to time, change, and womanhood. Far from flaw, they only deepened her beauty. Her skin was wide and warm, like honey left in the sun.

A faint bronze line traced her shoulder where a tan had once been, and even that, to him, felt intimate, like a secret only he was allowed to see.

“How old are you, Bunny?” he whispered, rubbing the fabric of her bra. It wasn’t a soft fabric, her chest deserved softer material to hold those jellies.

She looked at him, a bit nervous, and whispered while glancing down to hide her face, “Twenty three.”

He smirked. She wasn’t supposed to give away personal information. His smile grew bigger. He leaned in, lips close to her ear, and whispered:

“You’re breaking rules for me, Bunny… Naughty Bunny. Should I punish you? Should I?”

His voice was low and teasing as she felt the brush of money against her skin.

“Lift your chest, love.”

She looked at him, nervous, but obeyed. Gently, he slid some bills beneath her breasts and let them fall back into place, keeping the money warm and hidden.

Then he returned to his seat. His eyes lingered on the sight of his money tucked under her soft chest, and he smiled.

“Pretty Bunny.”

After a moment of silence, as he admired that piece of art, he picked an ice cube from his drink.

her eyes widened as he brought it closer, a mix of fear and anticipation flashing across her face. She knew what was coming. and it made her pussy clench and drip with need. pressing the first cube against the firm peak of her nipple. 

The sudden, shocking cold made her gasp and arch her back, her teeth sinking into her lower lip hard enough to draw blood. AJ just smirked, watching her squirm. He slowly let the ice cube melt on her nipple, feeling it soften and drip as it cooled her overheated skin.

he pressed the ice cube against her other nipple, letting it melt and drip down the swell of her massive tit. He could see shivers rising on her skin, could feel her convulse and shaking as the cold dripped into her bones. 

AJ watched in amazement as her eyes rolled back in pure euphoria. He could hear her voice, a mix of whimpers and broken moans, all blending together in the most erotic symphony. The way she was squeezing her hands,her eyes, made his cock throb and leak pre cum in his boxers. 

She was like a goddess in the soft purple light of that small room. “Lay down, Bunny” he said, his voice low but commanding.

She felt like she was in a fog, hesitant but drawn to him. Slowly, she lay back, her whole body gently shifting under him, soft curves catching the light as they moved.

“Open those big thighs” he whispered, “and show me that little pussy.”

She looked up, eyes wide and uncertain. She had never done anything like this before. Despite the hardness in his voice, his eyes were gentle, offering her the chance to say no, to stop him if she wanted.

After a pause, she parted her legs slightly, the high thigh socks hugging her softness like a tender embrace. Her breath hitched in the silence, but she gave him the trust to see what she held back. 

slightly, with hesitation, she moves her fingers to her little baby blue underwear to the side, showing her fat fold, all wet.  "That was just the warm-up, baby girl," he purred, grabbing an ice cube from the whisky glass. her eyes widened as he brought it closer to her dripping, sensitive cunt. She could feel the cold air hitting her overheated flesh, making her shudder and clench reflexively. AJ pressed the ice cube directly against her swollen, aching clit, the shocking cold making her cry out and jerk her hips. He could feel the little nub throbbing against the ice, pulsing with a life of its own as it desperately begged for more stimulation. He rubbed the cube in slow, soft circles, watching as it melted and dripped down to cover her folds and thighs.

"That's it, baby... let me feel this greedy cunt spasm on my fingers" AJ growled, his other hand reaching down to put some more money in her socks, while he ordered her to spread her lips apart.

open those fat lips for me bunny” 

 He could see her hole clenching and winking, the silky pink walls shining with her arousal.

With a smirk, he pressed the ice cube right inside her entrance, feeling it melt and trickle along her velvety walls. AJ watched in admiration as her body convulsed and shook, her massive tits jiggling like jello as she came undone from just the teasing touch of the ice cube on her sensitive hole. He could feel her pussy clamping down on nothing, greedy and hungry for something to milk, to squeeze and clench around.

The sight of her shaking and moaning, completely lost in pleasure, made his painfully hard cock throb and leak even more. "That's my good girl, cumming on command like a proper little slut" he praised, his voice dripping with lust and satisfaction.

He could see the heavily look playing out across her face, could feel the way her body trembled and quaked with the force of her release

he finally pulled back, admiring his work as he took in the sight of her utterly wrecked body. He could see the way her massive tits heaved with each labored breath, her skin slick with a sheen of sweat, ice water and arousal. 

“Good girl… good Bunny” he said softly, his voice low like a secret. “So soft… so good. I’ve never seen anything more heavenly than this.”

He paused, his gaze heavy with hunger.

“I wish I could touch that beautiful, fat body…”

He pulled back, letting her rest and catch her breath. Quietly, he reached for his wallet and took out a stack of bills. Gently, he filled her sock with hundreds, continuing to praise her in a soft voice, the only aftercare he could offer since he wasn’t allowed to touch her.

When she slipped back into her clothes and sat up, tears slid down her cheeks — not from pain, but from the overwhelming intensity of her release.

He took a fresh bill and carefully wiped her tears away.

“You did so good, Bunny” he whispered, his voice tender.

He handed her a glass of water and made sure she drank. Then, without a word, he placed his jacket around her shoulders, warm, heavy, comforting, like protection made of him.

She was still in her underwear, soft baby-blue lace clinging to her curves, the straps of her bra fallen loose on her shoulder. Her bra, her panties, even the tops of her thigh-high socks were stuffed with folded bills, thick and quiet like offerings. They peeked out from every edge and strap.

He rested beside her, close but not touching, letting her body settle next to his. They passed the drink between them in silence, not lovers, not strangers, just two people in a quiet, shared room. Her skin glowed, and the weight of the money, the jacket, the moment, it all seemed to hold her in place. 

She looked down at the money scattered across her body — tucked into her bra, her underwear, her thigh-high socks. Her voice was shaky, exhausted, barely above a whisper.

“This is… too much. These are hundreds, I can’t accept that…”

AJ met her gaze, his tone firm but kind. “It’s all for you. Don’t worry about it. You deserve it.”

She opened her mouth to protest again, but he gently cut her off.

“Go get yourself whatever you want. Eat something real. Fill that beautiful fat ass for me. Get better clothes, softer ones, ones that treat your skin the way it deserves to be. It’s your job, after all. And I won’t let you starve or struggle for money. Not while I’m here.”

“But…”

“No buts, Bunny” he said softly. “Be a good girl berry.”

She blinked slowly, her lips curling into the smallest, shyest smile. “Thank you, sir…”

He leaned in, brushing his lips near her ear.

“AJ” he said. “Call me AJ”

She tilted her head slightly, cheeks pink. “AJ?”

“For Alexander Junior” he whispered.

She giggled, eyes wide with surprise. “Oh… I thought it was for Alejandro.”

He chuckled, the sound low and rich in her ear. “You’re not the first to think that.”

The hour ended. AJ got up and left, even though he didn’t want to. His chest felt tight. It hurt to walk away from her, that soft girl. He didn’t want anyone else to touch her.

But the time was up, he couldn't have more of her. 

He waited outside. He wanted to see her again, the real her, not just the girl from the room. About 50 minutes later, she came out the back door. She wore big, warm clothes. Her face was clean, with no makeup. She looked soft. Sweet. Real. 

She didn’t see him. The street was dark, barely any lights. But like most women, she felt something wasn’t right. She looked around and started to walk faster.

AJ followed. At first, slowly. Then he picked up speed.

She started running.

So did he.

He was faster. He caught up and reached for her arm.

She turned quickly and grabbed a small spray can from her coat. It made a loud hiss as the pepper spray hit him straight in the face.

“Shit!” he yelled, falling back. His eyes burned like fire. He dropped to his knees, hands covering his face, pain shooting through him.

She ran.

He stayed there in the street, whispering curses, eyes full of tears, trying to breathe.

Thirty minutes later

He sat at the gang's usual bar. John puts a wet cloth pressed to his swollen, red eyes.

John poured a drink and slid it over with a smirk. “So… you think she’s the one?”

AJ winced and wiped his face. “Yeah. Fuck… my eyes.”

John laughed. “It’s your job to get close to her, man. You’ve got two days. If you don’t, Gordon’s gonna break your neck.”

AJ took the drink and finished it in one gulp.

“She’s worth it.”

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Feel free to tell me if you want to be added or taken off the taglist! I’d love to hear your thoughts. Hope you enjoyed it! ִֶָ𓂃 ࣪˖ ִֶָ🐇་༘࿐

[jadeazora]

I really hope Jett doesn't turn out to be the main antagonist of ZA. (Like, I don't think she would be actually evil or anything, just stubborn about how the redevelopment project is causing conflict with Zygarde or something.)

It's just the too entirely safe and predictable route. They actually had some pretty good twist villains as of late with Volo (some people were predicting he would be evil, and while I did think there was more to him than just being a merchant, I thought the Celestica stuff was it, so him betraying us blindsided me) and the SV Professors (I was actually predicting them being the villains, but them being dead and us fighting their AI was totally unexpected!), so I hope the main threat of ZA isn't someone as obvious as Lusamine and Rose were from pre-release.

It would also be cool if they didn't bother with a twist villain this time since they've done with every new main villain since Gen6, that's why I keep suggesting Malva since we all know she's evil, and her getting off scot-free is an unresolved plot point since she was complicit in the whole genocide scheme, I'd like if karma finally caught up to her. (Imagine if there was some sort of Neo Flare remnant infiltrating Quasartico for their technology and to see if they could continue their original plan with it, do something a bit like Lysandre did in the anime to take control of Zygarde.)

[reality-detective]

MON. 10 MARCH 2025: UNSTOPPABLE! 300,000 Military Troops Deployed as the EBS Countdown Begins—Unleashing the Greatest Revelation in Human History!

· The final chapter is here. The Emergency Broadcast System (EBS) is set to detonate a truth bomb so massive it will shatter the Deep State’s (DS) grip on humanity. The global takedown is in motion.

· Trump and the Military Execute the Final Phase: Under Donald J. Trump and a worldwide military coalition, 300,000 troops are executing the most decisive operation in history. March 2025 marks the moment the DS feared most. There are no escape routes left. Every move has been countered.

· The DS has tried false flags, financial collapses, and new pandemics to stop what’s coming. But every plan has been intercepted. The EBS activation is no longer a possibility—it’s inevitable.

· Deep State Strongholds Raided Globally: The military’s worldwide operations are exposing the darkest secrets of the DS:

· Ukraine: The Real Battlefield – Coalition forces uncovered underground bioweapon labs designed for mass extermination.

· U.S. Underground Bases Neutralized – From Denver Airport to Dulce, NM, DS trafficking networks and experimental labs have been eliminated.

· The Vatican’s Hidden World – Ancient tunnels beneath Vatican City reveal centuries of ritualistic abuse and financial corruption.

· Star Link: The DS’s Worst Nightmare: Elon Musk’s Star Link AI “Prometheus” has gained full control of global communications. DS assets attempting cyberattacks and retaliatory strikes have been intercepted and neutralized.

· EBS Will Reveal: Robotic Impostors: Evidence proving world leaders were AI-controlled puppets. Secret Space Program: Military raids on DS bases on the Moon and Mars have seized hidden spacecraft. Weather Manipulation Proof: Devices used to orchestrate hurricanes, earthquakes, and droughts have been seized.

· High-Profile Arrests Underway

· Rothschild and Rockefeller Dynasties – Their global financial empire is being dismantled.

· Hollywood Elites – High-profile figures vanishing from public view.

· Media Executives – CEOs arrested for coordinating DS propaganda.

· GESARA Begins: The People’s Wealth Restored

· Debt forgiveness has begun. Student loans, mortgages, and credit card balances are vanishing.

· Stolen DS wealth is being repatriated to fund GESARA initiatives.

· The Federal Reserve is DEAD. The Quantum Financial System (QFS) takes over.

· Final Countdown: The Storm Is Here

· The final power outages and internet blackouts will soon begin as the last security measures are implemented. When the EBS activates, the world will never be the same.

· The DS is falling. Humanity is rising. Prepare for the moment that will redefine history. 🤔

[spacedace]

HR at my company has apparently decided to have managers work with fucking AI to roll play/plan how to have sensitive conversations (discuss harassment, discrimination, ect) with subordinates instead of doing so with an actual human in HR.

They also decided that the normal process to ask our legal department questions will now route all questions to an AI chat bot instead and i would bet good money that no one asked our legal department about that one

I'm losing my fucking mind and cannot even begin to understand how they thought any of this would be a good idea, I give it 3 months max before a lawsuit happens because of this bullshit

[flaresemily]

𝐓𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐞𝐝 𝓲𝓷 იႦაჹააiიႶ

⛓️

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𝓑𝔂 : ᖴᒪᗩᖇᗴՏ Èmïlɏ

ოαsԵҽɾ lísԵ : part 1 , part 2 (final)

Disclaimer : This work is the combination of my ideas and AI. Yeah you heard it right it's AI too. I write my ideas and ask AI to make it better and dramatic so... Here you go

Damian had dealt with his fair share of unwanted admirers, but you were different.

At first, it was just annoying—cookies delivered to the manor, love letters slipped between his books at school, and the occasional glimpse of you lurking near his usual patrol routes. The family dismissed you as a harmless fangirl, someone who would eventually lose interest.

But you didn’t.

You got bolder.

One night, Bruce came back from patrol and found the security cameras disabled—only for Tim to discover a plate of freshly baked cookies sitting in the Batcave.

With a note.

"For my darling Damian. You looked so tired last night—please take care of yourself. Love, your future wife <3"

That was when the Batfamily started taking you seriously.

You were dangerous.

You had somehow broken into the manor without triggering any alarms. You had memorized Damian’s routines. You were watching. Always watching.

And then, the unthinkable happened.

You found out.

The Batcave. Their identities. Everything.

Damian had been careless one night, distracted by his irritation toward you. He hadn’t noticed you following him through Gotham, slipping into the shadows like a ghost. By the time he realized, it was too late.

You knew his secret.

And now, you had power over him.

"If you tell me to leave you alone, Damian… I might just have to let this information leak to a few people~" you had whispered, eyes twinkling with obsessive adoration. "But if you’re nice to me—if you act like we’re a couple, a real couple—then I won’t have any reason to do something so… dramatic."

The rage that burned inside him was unbearable.

He wanted to hurt you, to end this madness, but the risk was too high. His family’s safety—their identities—could not be compromised.

And so, Damian Wayne was forced into a nightmare.

Forced to hold your hand.

Forced to let you kiss his cheek.

Forced to listen as you gushed about your “future” together.

"Don’t look so grumpy, love! It’s not like I’m asking for much. Just your undying devotion!" you had giggled one evening, linking your arm with his as you both walked through Gotham, the Batfamily tailing you from the rooftops, desperate for a way to break your hold on him.

He hated this.

He hated you.

And yet—when you looked at him, utterly smitten, completely obsessed—Damian realized something truly terrifying.

You weren’t going to let him go.

Ever

⛓️‍💥 

Damian was living in hell.

Every day, your obsession grew worse.

At first, it was just the blackmail—forcing him to play along, to pretend he loved you. You wanted hand-holding, wanted him to walk with you in public, wanted him to smile at you.

But then, you started planning the wedding.

One evening, after an exhausting night of patrol, Damian entered his room to find a small velvet box sitting on his pillow.

When he opened it, his stomach dropped.

Inside was a ring.

A wedding ring.

Engraved with both of your initials.

"I picked it out myself! It’s perfect, don’t you think?" your voice sang through his phone—he didn’t even remember when you had gotten his number. "Now, all we need is a date! Oh, and a venue. I was thinking something small, something intimate. Just you and me, my love."

Damian wanted to throw up.

It wasn’t just the ring.

It was the white dress you had sent the week before—a wedding gown.

"isnt it pretty, I'm gonna wear it on our wedding~" is what you said to him for his opinion 

It was the photo album you were filling with fake memories, claiming it was for "our future kids."

It was the fact that you were slowly, carefully, breaking him.

⛓️‍💥

The Batfamily Steps In

Bruce, Tim, Jason, and Dick had been watching from the shadows, trying to find a way to free Damian from your grasp.

"This isn’t some fangirl crush anymore," Jason muttered, watching Damian sit stiffly at dinner, staring blankly at his untouched food. "She’s unhinged. If we don’t stop her soon—"

"We will," Bruce cut in, his voice like steel. "We have to."

They had tried everything.

Tried tracking you.

Tried finding your identity.

Tried hacking into your accounts.

But you were smart.

You knew they’d try that. You had covered your tracks flawlessly.

And Damian was getting worse.

He didn’t sleep. He didn’t eat. His spirit was breaking.

Then, one night, they saw something that shattered them.

You had kissed Damian.

Right there, in front of the whole world—on the steps of Wayne Manor, under the city lights.

And Damian?

He just stood there. Expressionless. Hollow. Empty.

Like a puppet.

Like he had finally given up. All for the sake of his family. 

⛓️‍💥

The Breaking Point

The final straw came two days later.

When Damian didn’t show up for patrol, the family stormed into his room.

What they found destroyed them.

His closet was empty.

His bed was cold.

And on his desk, there was a letter.

"Don't look for me. It's over."

No signature. No clues.

Just those five words.

The Batfamily knew.

You had taken him.

And if they didn’t find him soon…

They might never get him back.

"Trapped in Obsession" - Part 3

The house was far away from Gotham.

No one could find them here.

No Batfamily. No patrols. No way out.

For you, this was paradise.

For Damian, it was a prison.

⛓️‍💥

"Dami~!" you giggled, snuggling against his chest, your fingers trailing up his arm. "I love you so much! Say it back, please~!"

Damian clenched his jaw.

"I love you," he muttered, voice void of emotion.

"Aww, my love sounds so tired!" you gasped dramatically, pressing a kiss to his nose. "You’ve been working too hard. But don’t worry! You’ll never have to go back to that awful city! It's just you and me now, forever. Isn’t that perfect?"

No.

It wasn’t perfect.

It was hell.

You had taken everything from him. His home. His family. His freedom.

You had locked away his comms. Destroyed his tracker.

No one knew where he was.

And you were so happy.

"We can wake up together every morning, go for walks by the sea, eat dinner together, cuddle every night—just like a real married couple!"

You grinned, cupping his face with obsessed, love-struck eyes.

"You’re so handsome, my Damian~!"

You kissed him again.

And again.

And again.

Like you owned him.

Damian didn’t react.

Didn’t move.

Didn’t fight.

Because if he rejected you, you would punish him.

You had before.

"Bad boys sleep outside," you had giggled last time, locking him out in the cold when he refused to say I love you.

"Bad boys don’t get dinner," you had hummed, taking his plate away when he didn’t kiss you back.

"Bad boys don’t deserve me."

So Damian learned.

To pretend.

To survive.

To wait.

Because one day, somehow, he would escape.

And when he did—

You wouldn’t be laughing anymore.

[swrkn]

Hi, I'm also French so if there are any mistakes, sorry. It would be cool if you could redo a story about Oliver in Windbreaker. Maybe with him introducing his girlfriend to his team (I haven't gotten to this passage yet so I don't really know the context) or others, I just want a story with him because he's sorely lacking one, sniff TuT.

The Homescreen Surprise

Oliver x fem!reader

Genre ; sfw ; fluff

Author note ; Hii, in honor of oliver and poel comeback, i’ll write this little story for him :) and it’s true that there are not a lot of stories about oliver but don’t worry about that, im planning on writing more ;) (Premiere fois que je crois une personne française sur tumblr j’en ai presque les larmes aux yeux 🥲)

It was a simple quiet afternoon at the headquarters of the scavenger crew. Veil, Oliver and Clover sat around a small table, sipping drinks and chatting about upcoming races. Clover was sprawled across her chair, scrolling through her phone, while Veil meticulously reviewed the team’s schedule on his tablet.

“Oliver, what’s the route for tomorrow’s ?” Clover asked, not looking up.

Oliver fumbled with his bag, pulling out his phone to double-check. As he turned the screen on, Clover’s sharp eyes caught a glimpse of it from across the table. Her straw froze mid-sip.

“Wait a second!” she exclaimed, nearly knocking over her drink. “Oliver! Is that—?”

Oliver’s face turned bright red as he scrambled to lock his phone, but it was too late. Clover had already seen it.

“Your homescreen is… a girl! A really pretty girl!” she declared, pointing at him accusingly.

Veil’s eyes narrowed as he set down his tablet. “What is she talking about?”

Clover leaned forward, practically bouncing with excitement. “Oliver’s wallpaper is a photo of him and some girl! Who is she, huh? Spill!”

Oliver sighed, knowing there was no way out of this. “Okay, okay, fine,” he said, holding up his hands in surrender. “Her name is Y/N. She’s… my girlfriend.”

Clover gasped dramatically, clapping her hands together. “I knew it! You’ve been holding out on us! How long has this been going on?”

Oliver hesitated. “Uh… a few months.”

“A few months?” Veil repeated, his tone sharp. “And you didn’t think to tell us?”

“I was going to!” Oliver protested. “I just… wasn’t sure how you’d react.”

Clover leaned over, grinning from ear to ear. “Well, I think it’s adorable. And she’s gorgeous, by the way. How did you manage that, Oliver?”

“Thanks, Clover,” Oliver muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

Veil leaned back in his chair, studying Oliver intently. “So why is she your homescreen? That’s pretty bold for you.”

Oliver glanced at his phone, his face softening at the thought. “It’s one of my favorite pictures of us. She said it’s hers too, so… I just put it up. It makes me happy.”

Veil’s expression shifted ever so slightly, a faint smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “Alright, fair enough. But we’re meeting her soon. If you’re serious about this, we need to know who she is.”

Oliver blinked. “You want to meet her?”

“Of course!” Clover chirped. “She’s basically part of the team now. Plus, I have to make sure she knows all about your embarrassing habits.”

“Clover!”

Veil chuckled lightly, standing up and grabbing his jacket. “You brought this on yourself, Oliver. Next practice, bring her along. If she can put up with you, I’m sure she’ll survive us too.”

As Veil walked toward the door, Clover patted Oliver on the shoulder, her grin as mischievous as ever. “Don’t worry, we’ll go easy on her. Probably.”

Oliver groaned but couldn’t help smiling. Knowing his team wanted to meet Y/N made him nervous, but it also felt right. After all, they were family—chaotic, meddling and loud, but family nonetheless.

The Team Veil headquarters buzzed with energy as Veil, Clover, and the rest of the crew prepared for their visitor. The tools were neatly arranged, bikes were polished, and the usually cluttered space looked almost presentable for once. Clover, sitting cross-legged on the couch, was practically vibrating with excitement.

“I can’t believe Oliver’s actually bringing his girlfriend here,” she said for the tenth time. “It’s like seeing a unicorn or something.”

Veil glanced up from his workbench, raising an eyebrow. “You’re acting like you’ve never seen someone date before. It’s not that big of a deal.”

Clover rolled her eyes. “It’s a huge deal. Oliver’s been so secretive about her, and now we finally get to meet her. Aren’t you at least a little curious?”

“I’m curious about how she’ll handle meeting us,” Veil said with a faint smirk.

Before Clover could respond, the sound of footsteps approached the door. Oliver stepped in, looking slightly nervous but trying his best to act casual. Beside him was Y/N, smiling warmly and exuding a calm confidence.

“Hey, guys,” Oliver said, glancing around. “We’re here.”

“Y/N!” Clover exclaimed, hopping off the couch and rushing over. “Hi! Oh my gosh, I’ve been dying to meet you. You’re even prettier than Oliver said.”

Y/N laughed, shaking Clover’s hand. “Hi, Clover. It’s so nice to meet you too. Oliver’s told me a lot about you.”

“Has he?” Clover asked, her grin widening. “Good things, I hope.”

“Only the best,” Y/N replied.

Veil walked over, his arms crossed as he studied Y/N. His sharp gaze moved from her to Oliver and back again. “So, you’re Y/N.”

Y/N nodded, holding out her hand. “That’s me. And you must be Veil. Oliver talks about you all the time.”

Veil shook her hand firmly, his expression unreadable. “Does he? Hope he didn’t exaggerate.”

Y/N chuckled. “Not at all. He said you’re the most serious one here, and I can see that’s true.”

Clover snickered. “Yup, that’s Veil. Always the tough one.”

Veil gave her a side-eye but then turned back to Y/N. “Well, you’re here. Let’s see if you can keep up with us.”

Oliver frowned. “Veil, come on. She’s not here to—”

“It’s fine,” Y/N interrupted, smiling at Oliver before looking back at Veil. “I wouldn’t mind seeing what you guys are all about.”

Clover clapped her hands. “I knew I’d like you! Come on, I’ll show you around.”

Y/N let Clover lead her on a tour of the garage, laughing at her enthusiastic explanations of every little detail. Meanwhile, Oliver stayed behind with Veil, who leaned against his bike, watching the two girls interact.

“She’s not bad,” Veil said after a moment.

Oliver sighed in relief. “You really think so?”

Veil shrugged. “She’s confident, doesn’t seem fazed by us, and Clover likes her. That’s a good start. Just don’t screw it up.”

Oliver rolled his eyes. “Why does everyone keep saying that?”

Veil smirked. “Because we know you.”

By the time Y/N and Clover returned, Y/N had already won the younger girl over completely.

“She’s amazing, Oliver,” Clover announced. “You’re lucky she even likes you.”

“Clover!” Oliver groaned, though Y/N just laughed and gave his arm a reassuring squeeze.

“Thanks for letting me visit,” Y/N said to Veil. “I know how important this team is to Oliver, and I wanted to see it for myself. You guys are doing something really special here.”

Veil nodded, his respect for her growing. “You’re welcome anytime. Just don’t let Clover drag you into too much trouble.”

“Hey!” Clover protested, but her grin gave her away.

As the crew settled back into their usual rhythm, Y/N fit in seamlessly, chatting with Clover, admiring the bikes, and even offering to help organize a few things. Watching her from across the room, Oliver couldn’t help but smile.

For the first time, it felt like all the pieces of his life were coming together.

✵

[fangirltothefullest]

You know.... if the push for AI continues and corporations prefer machines over humans because you don't have to pay machines, eventually there will be no jobs because corporations will find the cheapest way possible and if they think that route is AI then they'll choose it over hard working people. And so because of that, there will eventually be no jobs people want to have (and only unsafe or harmful or extremely tazing jobs) and unless we give people a basic income, no strings attached, and revamp the entire system of what we define as work ans what we define as value and what we define as necessity, the system will eat itself alive.

A scared work force scrambling for jobs is ideal for people in power to control but too much suffering, too much chaos, too much push and it tips the scale enough to topple it completely.

Humans can't spend money they don't have. No money means capitalism collapses. Without people to purchase, the business fails ans no matter who buys it up last minute doesn't change the fact that people still can't purchase what is being offered. And the consumers can't afford stuff now, imagine when companies get rid of the majority if their staff in favour of machines. This isn't some new concept it's been cascading for decades. People are already pushing for it in the workspace. I work a government job and they want us to use ai in our chats. When I worked as a teacher they wanted us to use it to teach the kids and write lesson plans.

We are eventually headed to that point where companies see us as not juat expendable and replacable but obsolete entirelt and we will have to, as a collective, face reality and change the foundations or collapse.

We will have to make it so people's amenities are met regardless of anything. Shelter, food, utilities, internet, health care, school, childcare, seniorcare; all of it will have to be met with zero strings attached.

There will have to be no "but-"s. You get shelter, you get food, you get utilities, you get health-care (physical and mental, dental, vision, preventative and treatment), you get school, you get childcare, you get seniorcare, and you get internet. You don't need to prove anything to obtain it. I don't care if you're a fellon, you get it. I don't care if you're not from here, you get it. I don't care if I hate you, you get it.

And you pay for it through taxes like you pay for upkeep on roads and national parks and you pay for it because we know we have excess, we know we have enough food, we know there's enough to go around and the wealthy are just hoarding it and making false scarcity because they want power.

So you get it all with no strings attached because guess what, when you meet everyone's needs, most addiction, most crime and most suffering just stop. Every time they run an experiment and just start handing people money, it literally benefits everyone involved and everyone around them. The people who take the money and use it for drugs are people who needed help with addiction anyways, because they were depressed or hurting. Easy solve with universal health care access.

So yeah.

[misirosekisiro]

Zeon's New Invention

"Hmm... who dropped a keycard here?"

A test pilot approached an electronic keycard lying on the locker room floor. The place was empty, as it was a top-secret laboratory currently developing a new type of mobile suit for Zeon. He wondered why an unknown keycard had been left there, especially since no other test pilots were scheduled to be on-site. Squatting down to pick up the card, he suddenly heard faint footsteps behind him. Before he could turn his head, a sharp pain struck the back of his neck, and everything went black.

"It was my key..." a spy whispered, scanning the area to ensure no one else was around. He had infiltrated the base but had become stuck at the final door leading to the new mobile suit bay. Only authorized personnel could pass through, and there were no alternate routes. Realizing he needed an access key, he had set a trap and waited for the first unsuspecting test pilot to fall for it.

The spy dragged the unconscious pilot into the janitor's room in the restroom. It was a secluded spot, far enough from prying eyes to keep the real pilot hidden until the mission was complete. Whether he ended up stealing the plans for the new mobile suit or the suit itself, he needed time, and the pilot's absence would buy him just that.

"Congratulations... you’ve got the day off. But don’t worry—I’ll take care of things in your place," the spy murmured as he inspected the pilot's Zeon normal suit and ID card. He made sure to pull down the helmet's tinted visor to conceal his face fully. Turning back to the bound pilot, he smirked and said his final farewell.

"Good night, pal."

With that, he flipped off the light switch, stepped out of the room, and shut the door behind him.

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[kalpeavaris]

Honestly, I enjoy how much depth the AS has. Evil AIs are one thing. But an evil AI that is shown to hate romance, get defeated by its own stupidity multiple times and still be a threat because it can plot, is rare to see. The Solver is no GLaDos, it is far more of a person person. And that is its greatest weakness and biggest strength.

Oh hell yeah, that's also why I love the Solver so much. It is an AI, but a hellish one at that. Eldritch Horror AI is so fitting because it constantly evolves around itself and the experiences it takes in.

It being able to create biological mass also makes sense to me when you take into account that it actively evolves like a living, biological being. It takes other shapes, creates and destroys depending on its curiosity, it figures out the inner workings of things, combines them, fuses them (e.g how Cyn fuses Tessa's dolls with a keybug in Episode 5, or how it puts human organs into the Drones it possesses or lends it's powers to, organs that these characters most likely not use fully outside of maybe the lungs/heart (core)).

It has a personality, goals, motivations and that's what makes it so unpredictable. Generally, AIs we see in media are often very logically build and predictable until a certain point. Best example is War Games, a movie about a war simulator AI being tricked into stopping running wild on war simulations which almost ended in real war, by having it conclude that "war never has a winner, it's always a draw" and shut down.

The Solver on the other hand is so sapient in its behavior. It's hardly predictable, it messes up, but it learns and adapts in a very evolutionary way. It's cruel, but it also has empathic values in a sense, though it doesn't act upon them (e.g in Episode 2 when it claims 'Easier to assimilate than explain', to which Uzi responds with 'Not going to happen' and the AS acknowledging her reply essentially with 'Fair, but oh well-'). That's such a human dialogue to happen between two sapient beings to me.

And also later on when the Solver's Cynessa and we can see it emote alongside it's spoken words, it shows frustration, confusion, anger, annoyance in such a nonchalant way.

Bringing up Glados, I think it's hard to "compare" these two, since as far as I know Glados actually has Caroline's memories/consciousness uploaded into her database (correct me if I'm wrong it's been a while since I played the Portal games :'D), while the AS has no clear point of origin, though it seems that it seems to have just "spawned it".

We never see it take in human memories or knowledge (or even a consciousness) and instead, it seems to learn through observing and consuming Drones, which it then uses to mirror their behavior/traits onto the holograms it projects to trick others. It has a very human way of learning and showing its learned behavior, and it chosing to go the "kill everything and adapt anything" route gives a depth to it's evil intentions.

I wouldn't say the AS in itself is intentionally acknowledging as evil or malicious in all of its nature/plans, but it rather reflects back at people. It manipulates, kills, forces and takes what it needs, and aren't these things such human traits as well? It simply reflects back from what it had seen from humans - abuse, ill intentions, malicious personalities. It activated within Cyn and from that point of being introduced to the Elliott Manor all it saw was cruel humanity and the occasional ray of sunlight from Tessa. And these few rays of empathy despite brushing it aside shrine through the malicious personality we see from the AS.

It is a threat with motivations, sapient personality and traits it displays and has influence it's methods.

[visiblenostalgia]

can't say I'll warn ya this time... but--

big observation I just realized TW: DEALS WITH THE UPCOMING TIKTOK BAN.... you will not like this observation if you're a fan of TikTok or LRB.

When Saturn was in Aquarius.... do you remember our comments on YouTube being disabled for all of the music we watched? Censored some say?

And how Pluto is sorta the next step up from Saturn? based on how karmic and deep Pluto's version of 'death/limitation' can be? Pluto in Aquarius contains TikTok ban.

[ below the cut will be the reality hitting observations I've made. the ones that scared me initially before I started to make plans. ]

I believe TikTok is the FIRST of many MANY apps banned. Our connections are gonna get isolated. And remember the mars Saturn conjunction in 2020 (at 0 Aquarius)? The lockdown? Connecting IRL was isolated if not stopped entirely? 20 years of being isolated from the world digitally y'all......

we will resort to going back to using our emails and sorts. Discord also being acceptable.

We're going on a 'you know this person?/are you willing to work with this person? and if so, why?' basis. With Uranus going into gemini, it'll only make things more radicalized in the digital world. VPNs can be used from what I see in doing some remote viewing, but bodies of governance (doesn't matter what country) still have a say in what you can and can't view. Internet wise may be a little different but you're gonna hafta pay over a firewall and expose your ID to those security systems if you're gonna use another app (doesn't matter if it was over p**n usage or not). Those that choose to dumbify their tech usage and go a y2k kind of direction, are better off. No drama in dealing with people stealing your email info and phone number, someone making an AI version of yourself for profit and so on n' so forth. If you're making a digital portfolio for work, back it up on a USB port and Zip file the ones that are the most important. Put em behind a password if you will. People are either part of the influencer team, or the digital boomer team. No in betweens. One will eventually be drowned out by the other. But it won't be easy for either at first.

Godspeed y'all. May y'all find your route in reality a little easier from this message.