#Also I couldn't do my research because due to corona everything just states what is cancelled not what hosts what festivals

[fandom-necromancer]

Old-school surprises

First of all I’m sorry this is so late anon, I hope you see this somehow XD Also you made two mistakes: indtroducing me to new music I now love and not giving me an upper level for the sappyness. Enjoy!

Fandom: Detroit become human | Ship: Reed900

‘So… Is this your biological father? You never talked a lot about your family’, Nines broke the comfortable silence in their car. Gavin was driving at a relaxed pace from their long journey and Nines had spent most of it looking out of the window. In all of his life he had never really left Detroit and as soon as they had driven through foreign streets and past unknown territories, he had realised just how much was out there. The overwhelming feeling got even worse as they left the area the android network of Detroit covered. Nines was truly left to himself and just his normal internet connection. As Gavin next to him started singing along to the songs from the radio every now and again, it made it all a bit better, though. As always, the human surprised him knowing exactly when he felt down.

Gavin showed him a sorry smile and coughed. ‘Yeah, you’re right, we never really talked about that shit-show. I won’t go too much into detail for you, don’t wanna spoil the good mood. And you know I get riled up pretty easily about this.’ He turned down the volume of the radio and smiled. ‘Elijah an me, we have the same dad. We’re from different mothers. My biological mom apparently was a huge asshole, my dad had to fight her for custody of me. I don’t know, I only ever remember staying with my dad. But it makes sense’, he laughed and took one hand from the wheel to point himself up and down. ‘I mean, this asshole attitude has to come from somewhere, right?’ ‘That’s not how genetics work’, Nines commented more from hating Gavin talking about himself like that and less to really correct him over a joke. ‘Sure it does.’ ‘Hm.’

‘He moved and met my mom at his new job. They got Elijah a year later. We grew up in this small town, you know? We later moved again up to Detroit, but dad never liked it there. So, when he retired, he moved back there, even managed to find a house in the same neighbourhood we lived in back then. He is the only part of the family I still have any connection to. He never did anything to us both and I think he is the only one I love, too. He also never gave me shit for being gay. I mean, mom didn’t either, at least not openly. But she always favoured Elijah afterwards. I guess she really just longed for that classic belief of settling down, getting kids, you know? Anyways, ever since I told dad I had a boyfriend, he wanted to meet you. I think it was about time. Besides, there is something I want to show you there.’ ‘Something you want to show me?’, Nines inquired, frowning. ‘Yeah. It’s a surprise. I hope you like it. Though it is a bit… old-school? Ah, we’ll see.’ Nines nodded, smiling contently and maybe a bit excited. Old school? He knew Gavin liked old tech, maybe something like that? He loved his old-timer motorbike. Maybe he had one he had left with his father? ‘Just… one question, Gavin.’ ‘Shoot!’ ‘Your father, is he… you know.’ Nines sighed. ‘Is he anti-android?’ ‘What? No. Not that I know of. He knows you are an android. He never spoke of it. Don’t worry. Even if he is, he will have the courtesy not to show it. Believe me. He’s an honest, nice guy.’ ‘That is good to hear’, Nines said, relaxing into his seat. ‘Cheer up Nines. Once we’re there, you’ll be back online. You’ll feel better then. We’ll just meet my old man and spent some days there. It will be fun, believe me.’ ‘Does he have cats?’ Gavin laughed loudly at that and nodded. ‘Yeah, he has two, tin-can.’

-

A few hours later, they parked their car in front of a little house surrounded by garden. It was neat and even from outside looked cosy and welcoming. Gavin exited the car and waited for Nines to meet him, before he hugged the anxious robot and stole a kiss. ‘Relax Nines’, he whispered in his ear. ‘Just be yourself, it will be fine.’ Nines nodded, Gavin’s smile at least a bit contagious. They walked up to the door and rang the bell. Time stretched as they waited, but it couldn’t have been more than a minute, until the door opened and an old man with grey but full hear dressed in a comfortable sweater, corduroys and slippers appeared. As soon as his eyes met the pair, he smiled a big, open grin and opened is arms to encase Gavin in a strong hug. ‘Gavin!’ Gavin winced at the pressure but grinned too. ‘Hi, dad.’ They got some space in between them again and the older man turned to the android. ‘And you must be Nines! Gavin told me a lot about you!’ Nines held out his hand, wanting to offer a formal “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Mr. Kamski”, but only got to the ‘It’s a pleasu-‘, as the man pulled him into a hug, too.

‘Now, come, let’s go inside! Put your things somewhere in the hallway and join me in the living room! I made cake and coffee. Oh, and it was difficult to find here, but I got some Thirium and Thirium-pastries, too. I hope that’s okay? You err… I hope this isn’t something inappropriate?’ Gavin giggled and looked at Nines as if to say: see? Your worries are ridiculous. Nines relaxed more, nodding to himself. He really had been overthinking the whole affair.

The day had been really nice. Gavin’s dad had been happy to see his son again, had asked about work and how they met, although he most likely had known that from Gavin already. Still, he wanted to hear it from Nines and overall was really curious about everything. They had made quick work of the cake and the pastries, Nines had to confirm multiple times tasted wonderful, as the man himself couldn’t try them first. Later they had played some games and watched TV together, Nines again proving that no matter what, cats always loved him.

Before Gavin fell asleep on the couch, resting against Nines, his dad snapped his fingers in front of him. ‘Hey, Gav, no drooling on my cushions. You two go upstairs and get some real sleep! You wanted to go to the festival tomorrow, right?’ ‘Dad!’ ‘A damn, surprise, right? Sorry. I’ll prepare something for breakfast then!’

‘A festival?’, Nines asked as Gavin led him upstairs. ‘Aw come on. It should have been a surprise’, Gavin whined. ‘It still is. I don’t know what it is about.’ ‘It’s for country music?’, Gavin said, looking up to him as if expecting divine judgement. ‘I mean it is a fair that is supposed to resemble theses typical old wild west type town festivals, but there is something nice to eat and in the evening there is live music and a dance and I thought it would be fun to show you around town a bit? I always went with Eli as we were younger. But over time his tastes changed, and he didn’t like country music anymore. Also, it’s a long way from Detroit and with his whole oh-let-me-create-life-real-quick-thing, it was difficult to find time. I thought, now that we’re here… We don’t have to go if you don’t want to!’ Nines laid a hand on his human’s shoulder and shot him a reassuring smile. ‘Oh, no, I would like to. It sounds fun. And I would like to see what you enjoyed as a child. It is a very… human experience.’ ‘Heh, yeah, I guess. Then let’s go to bed, tomorrow will be a busy day!’

-

Gavin didn’t lie about it getting busy. They had woken up early in the morning – a taboo to Gavin normally when he didn’t have to work. His father had prepared breakfast as promised and they ate together, talking about the fair. ‘Ah, well, don’t be too disappointed, son. It is getting smaller and smaller each year. Remember how you got lost once? Wouldn’t happen now, the whole street isn’t used for it anymore.’ ‘But they still do the dance, right? And the music?’, Gavin asked. ‘Yeah. They still got that. But less vendors and more foodstuffs.’ ‘Hmm. That’s okay I guess.’

Afterwards they got dressed and were about to head out, Gavin’s dad hurried over with two cowboy-hats. He handed one to Gavin but hesitated with Nines. ‘Listen, err… This town didn’t see many androids here. Not many able to afford them and more old fucks like me who saw no reason to. This is not meant to hide your identity, okay? Just… I don’t know, maybe you can avoid some curious people asking questions all the time. You don’t have to wear it, just an offer.’ Nines took the hat and put it on, grinning toward Gavin. ‘Thank you, Mr. Reed. I don’t think I can let Gavin make a fool of himself alone.’ The man laughed at that and patted his arm. ‘I see why he loves you. Now go have some fun!’

-

The fair was filled with people. Nines looked around trying to take everything in, as Gavin took his hand and led him through the entrance. The streets sported rows of little huts built to resemble wooden wild-west buildings, most just going for the aesthetic and selling cowboy-clothes, all sorts of leather-goods, knifes and - as Gavin’s father had told them: a lot of food stalls. They ambled from shop to shop, stopping here and there for a further look or something to eat. Nines enjoyed it more than expected. It was something he had never experienced, and he liked to just drown in all these new experiences. Gavin next to him all excited hurrying from one shop to the next and sharing stories about him and his brother. ‘You know, we could never leave the fair without Elijah getting a hotdog from this particular vendor’, he just told him between two bites. ‘Apparently it is the best one he’s ever eaten and well, it’s not bad.’ ‘He was always pouting when I beat him in that’, he laughed as they passed a shooting booth. ‘But he also always knew when I was bad on purpose to let him win. Guess he has the last laugh now with you having perfect aim.’ ‘Oh, he used to hate these things!’, Gavin told him, pointing at one of these picture-displays you could put your head through. ‘Funny how it all turned. He hated people and I was more open back then, now it’s the opposite way. ‘Do you want to take a picture?’, Nines asked. ‘Hell no! That changed. I mean, unless you want to?’ ‘Not really.’

They ended up at the “town square” in the late afternoon. There were bigger huts, a makeshift Sherriff office, a jail and a saloon. People dressed up in clothing of the time wandered to and fro and taking pictures with the visitors. But what had Gavin pulled in was the sound of music getting louder. They followed the sounds and ended up in front of a band playing life music on a stage behind a dancefloor. They stood there for a while, just listening until Nines detected movement next to him. Gavin was tapping his foot to the beat and humming along. ‘You never told me you liked this music’, he simply stated, and Gavin stopped. ‘Yeah, well, I don’t know. I don’t listen to it all the time and god forbid I ever told someone at work. But hell, I don’t only like it, I love it. Just gives you good vibes? I think it is really uplifting.’ ‘It is.’ Nines watched the people on the dancefloor laughing and grinning and swirling around. It really seemed to make people happy.

‘So, you wanna dance?’ ‘What? I don’t think this would be a good-‘ ‘Come on, Nines, what do you have to lose?’ ‘I don’t think I know how to dance to this and-‘ ‘No one here knows either of us and most likely will never see us again. Come on, let’s be silly!’ He didn’t wait for an answer this time and pulled Nines up the stairs, who stumbled behind. If he really didn’t want to, he could have stopped and tell Gavin, but with that smile on his human’s face, he couldn’t really bring himself to it. Besides, he was right: Whatever happened here would never reach Detroit.

Gavin stopped in midst the other people dancing around them and Nines quickly scanned their movements for patterns. It wouldn’t be so difficult, especially with Gavin guiding him. In the end he was proved wrong: Gavin had a much faster pace and didn’t always use the same steps the others did. It was a fast change from circling each other to one spinning the other around and then just stepping close and back again. It was quite the workout for the human who was sweating the second song in already, but he didn’t slow down or gave indication to stop pulling Nines around, who mostly tried to keep up with any semblance of order and failed, stumbling after Gavin. ‘Loosen up, Nines. Don’t worry for doing the right technique. Feel the music, use the beat and follow me.’ The android nodded, mirroring Gavin for a while and it helped him learn. Still, it was confusing. This was just movement, what did it mean? It didn’t follow any rules and maybe, he thought, that was what made it fun. Gavin seemed to relax then too, laughing and singing along, dancing time away until the sun was setting, and chains of little lights illuminated the platform. They took little breaks to drink something, but Gavin always pulled him back up on the platform soon afterwards.

It was then, that Nines focussed solely on Gavin. In that soft glow from above and velvet darkness all around, he didn’t see the other guests. He just had eyes for his human, spinning him around and grinning and singing along. He had smiled more today than in a month back in Detroit and Nines treasured every second of it. As the last, fast-paced song slowly came to an end, Nines had an idea and smirked, before taking initiative. He closed in on Gavin guiding him to lean into his arm as he bowed down to kiss him in this hold. ‘I love you’, he whispered, audible only for them, as the crowd cheered the musicians and dispersed to go home. He helped the man back up and pretended not to see the mad blush on his face. ‘I love you too, tin-can.’ ‘Come on, let’s go home.’

-

Gavin laid in bed after complaining how sore he would be tomorrow morning from dancing all night. Nines had chuckled and went to bring him a glass of water. Gavin could hear his voice from downstairs now, a soft, perfect tune, as he sang to himself:

I swear, by the moon and the stars in the sky, I’ll be there

I swear, Like the shadow that’s by your side I’ll be there

Maybe he wasn’t the only one liking country music now.

[janadaniel4grassroots]

THE DIRTIEST DATA

TARGET FOR TORTURE

A TRUE ACCOUNT OF

DOMESTIC VIOLENCE VICTIM

September 2020

Contributor: Jana Daniel

Grassroots Guardians of Truth

UPROOT a DV Movement

The goal was to torture me through my own account that way no trace.. I did it to myself because I'm insane. Covert ops in a time where technology is impressive but vulnerable to data corruptions and lack of understanding especially in the legal arena where a firm understanding is needed the most. I was researching and running pilot programs to discover ways to truly keep women who make it out safe without cutting them off from society. This experience has proven that I'm a textbook case with tenure. Everything happens for a reason and my advocacy and philanthropy pursuits are far from over. The following is a percent of what occured and what I saw, technology throughputs allowed manipulative imagery and allowed changes to text photos before sent. The need is abundant whether we are ready or not.

Amazing what a year can do. I've learned an excessive amount of information now that I've acclimated to the happenings. By now, everyone has heard of predictive text and I'm sure it comes in handy. However, my experience was quite different. The global keyboard uploaded without my prompt, by a second individual who accessed my account on a seperate device and through the Google Play Store selected and downloaded the app. As my phone updated around 3 am the keyboard app uploaded and would change automatically while typing. I write a lot, so this became problematic and prevented me from continuing my endeavors until a solution is found. It would be another 7 months little did I know, before my life was my own again. A virtual kidnapping essentially the best way to describe this systematic, continual abuse and crime against a person. It's killing me faster than the physical abuse because I couldn't identify the perpetrators.

Deep-thinking and clear understanding of what is occuring and where protections and oversight will be needed. Automated decision making isn't a human function and nor what we're accustomed to. In less than a year due to the reality that someone or something is communicating data to me, i began to rely on the predictive guideline set before me just as an officer would be able to predictively policy enforce. But that in fact is exactly the point, there is a violation of human, civil, and individual rights to not be infringed upon. For my own pursuits in life I try to maintain a secure system and in doing so through my ordinary course of business I conduct certain procedures. One being, data mining, another being continued education, pilot programs when available, etc. I had experienced a different breach around December and I began seeking the identity of the criminal.

Initially, unsupervised or monitored only, (permission not given for either) coded script played out on my screen. After I reported, the game changed. Suddenly, an advasarial context is all that I'm receiving and I'm suddenly the victim of targeted surveillance that I'm very well aware of. Let's face it, you normally wouldn't know that you are being placed under surveillance. I now know that this in fact was, an example of Deep learning of general advasarial Neuro network a GAN with a generator and a discriminator being put against each other. Understanding that what your brain fires on it wires on as well. They fed the deepfake scenarios to me each with enough truth or probability that I had no choice but to seek the remaining info that they failed to disclose and that is described as (mask) words. It took a lot of time initially but I became more efficient as I continued to learn.

As protected individuals by order of a domestic violence protective order, to have the Thomas Co Sheriff Dept. And the Pelham PD testing my ability to decipher the information, realizing that I see what is happening and being further disrespected and even asked to park and contact an ambulance to let them know that I need help finding the right person, who at the time someone was insinuating that my deceased father was alive. The cops didn't even investigate.. couldn't get more obvious they violated my constitutional rights and mine and my children's rights as victims of DV. My children, by the way, utilize the phone as well, the constant changes to the screen and location of the apps was noticed first by my son. No matter what I did they had control of the content in the phone. Using face recognition to identify if I'm telling the truth and constantly surveilling me. My vehicle too, equiped to note my every move. Taunted by my home devices such as the ring light that would switch off when I needed the lights on. I haven't had moment's peace since the leave. I'm to blame according to the Sheriff Dept. Odd doesn't seem reasonable but okay, I have to use the healing process to investigate.

I wish I could say that is where it ended, far from it actually. Social engineered to stop trusting in everything, creating discord with people I'd just began to connect with after years of isolation. Then in state of grieving the loss only father, vulnerabilities exploited, cognitive dissonance attempted to create an unstable demeanor because who could possibly explain that cards- Google search pages- are leading to videos that contain AI image alterations so that what you see is familiar. Someone was available twenty four hours a day and when I wasn't seeking the information, someone was threatening me predictively and also implemented sounds that at first I didn't distinguish as just sounds. This would occur throughout the night sometimes. I honestly believed that we were in danger. I fell from the healthy state that I had just had a glimpse of into a sickened, deregulated state that would continue for months. Words uncommonly used by myself such as Tactically, vie, omniscient, etc. would flash and storyline would clearly be laid before me. Other tactics were used such as Fuzzing, quasi-imperceptible, emotional extortion at it's finest. It will be blamed on AI technology, but they failed to understand the identifying bits of info that I detected and categorized chronologically and per device or paper that they derived from.

I will be blamed for not seeing my children who were removed due to DV. I'll take the blame because it was a decision I was able to make due to the fact that I was being encouraged to have all four of the children together in order to get the money. Seemed like a ploy so I went alone to Rundown the people who had become increasingly more than I expected. Conspirators, bribe takers, and there's us… Collateral damage. It seemed to have turned into a game where death was the intent. I held on because I knew that someone has been made aware and I had reported to different agencies and to my trusted friends. Time lingered, and three months became six and suddenly they were threatening to arrest someone else. Realizing that they've violated our rights and worked diligently to destroy the security that I had worked so hard to establish after escaping DV with the belongings in my vehicle. They still were far from done. I had been forced to live without AC and the plumbing problematic after an attempted repair by the landlord left my room flooded. The Corona Pandemic began the same time, also the first and last time that my spouse had paid child support. After three months, they came to collect the rent. It now June, I demanded the air be fixed to no avail. I then had all repairs done myself. I spoke with him expecting a negotiation and then received an eviction notice. Upon filing a response and counterclaim, I was ordered an extra month rent above the amount petitioned for… I received no credit for the repairs that I had just had made, and I had seven days to vacate. I did not mention that the entire three months of No child support, no AC, no response from the landlord, that I had been receiving predictive context stating… “We built a prison just for you” forced to sleep with our windows open, remain outside during the day.. in a matter of no time, our happy home had become our misery. I offered the landlord the full judgement amount cash in hand, he denied to take it , he said he prefered that I move out. I didn't get my appeal in because I had confirmed that our family land has been sold under the premise of an invalid will and just as ten years before, heritage stolen from us all. Seven days came quickly and I didn't have but one who I still trusted at that point. I was granted a couple days and demeaned in the process. On that last day I left with my children who were unaware that we no longer has a home. We hadn't enjoyed any of the summer so I took my children on what they knew as a vacation. I was a nervous wreck managing them and their little hands, don't touch, don't breath, the virus! As I searched for options within my budget and tried to predict the next time that he networks and deprives. I decided that I will use the land that I own and homestead. No one can ever put us in that situation again. Now how can I make this work? I haven't built the house yet due to the lengthy divorce and the other intentionally created variables. Without revealing everything, I made it work and the house will be built soon.

After all of that, if it were a LAN network and the neighborhood and city were to blame then it's over… The worst has yet to come. My lawyer dropped the ball, so there was no contempt hearing, meaning no support from the abusive spouse. The final divorce scheduled for Monday August 24th. On Thursday prior, I advised my attorney that I wasn't a lamb being led to slaughter and neither are my children. I am not impressed with her demeanor seemingly in defense of the opposing side and reiterated that she needs to advise me of what the correspondence is rather than knowing everything they're saying and leaving me in the dark. She said that was mailing a check for $1500 of the $5k he owes. I explained how I intended on explaining everything to the judge with physical example of two clean devices in which he could type a sentence structure and I across the room could in fact with acceptable accuracy through mining relay his message… I was placed on hold, then she was going to return my call. I received an email the next day stating the hearing had been cancelled. I guess I was close enough to cause cleanup on DiVorce-20. I couldn't make up the incompetcy if I tried… it's been over a year and she let my protective order expire when she let the scheduling fail the kids and I. She's knowingly prolonged everything working an agenda.

Meanwhile, I'm mining data, and see threatening communications about my mother being the price that I will pay. For two days and there was even a signature of 4umud:\3 I had seen threatening messages all the while through, they wanted me to harm myself, so I didn't realize the gravity of the situation until the morning of August 27th, when they told me she had passed away. I am trying to hold it together, my heart is broken into pieces. In the last year and a half I lost my father, escaped DV so I thought, pandemic, bought a household full of furniture, got evicted after being tormented, burned most if the furniture that I had bought just a year ago, and then have to accept my mother's passing after being told of it prior to. How? I write sometimes into the night… Only to wake up and see everything has been deleted or modified to look like jibberish.

The plan was to make me appear alone and unstable. Then with a signature they could get the rest of what I have. The Underwoods made everyone think that I had a big check, that's so they would attack me and funny how I said to him.. your plan isn't going to work… He said they have a new one and the two days before my mom died he didn't call.. he has and did call every single day but those two days. So no, I don't believe that anyone has been here to help there is no reason that I could. The full story would take forever to explain a hundred different things … Deep learning of how sick these people are. That statement is inclusive of some judges, some lawyers, some landowner, some banker, some ex's, some banker, and some evils.

Regarding the factual basis for my findings… an advasarial context targeted at DV Victim and At some point to gain a new level of trust an observer weighed in - ALL CAPS- it appeared to be but this is stalking and Harassment using the same protocol as a guideline. Being that I worked for the Baldwin's and the quantity of equipment, servers, and technology couples with security… I'd say that BYOD could have easily attached to any device that I've had especially if someone made the mistake of hacking the email that I had as a corporate address. Quasi-imperceptible as everything in convulsion is nearly impossible to figure out. Casual reasoning nearly out the window now that I've used the Ai tech inappropriately due to the advasarial context intended to disrupt and destabilize.

Disquis was an app that he or someone loaded to my account and I did go back and test most of the apps I saw because I needed to know what info was obtained and how to prevent in the future. Red team, that's me. ResGN to reinforce the learning and GPT-2 is quickly being replaced by GPT-3 a natural language system that whether forward or back will remember the context of the usage of the specific word. Cryptography circles implemented initially to create a trustless environment. Deepfake tech that I've lived for ten years without the fancy assigned label's. Ultimately the same as always… Doubt your reality and make sure everyone doubts your capabilities because how else can they suck the soul out if you. If you see me and don't recognize me… Know it's because he is wearing my reflection… If I take it back he is the one who looks like an empty shell. I am not empty.. I have a flicker.

I hope this helps you understand that I'm capable of handling the delivery of proof and facts that will assist others to understand that this is a very sophisticated form of technology and weaponry all the same when abused and causes one to harm another or one to harm themselves then I'd say the prosecution rate will increase significantly. Once recognized for the heinous malfunctioned personality that takes the time and devotion to harm another in such a way that is worth what I just endured teaching myself because the law and legal representation failed to do anything to help ... Oh except drop the contempt, postpone the final, and my protective order expired too.

"If you really have to do something ... Go alone!" generations of wisdom... William Kirby Daniel