#Black Pearl Software

[smbhax]

Mr. Do (SNES, EU)

[glotoru]

ooh baby, ooh baby, i’m in love | eren jaeger.

the note 𐦍 i’ve recently been thinking about a successful, older (early to mid thirties), soft spoken eren who lives to spoil the woman of his dreams—so i’m gonna share this with y’all too. i’m actually just projecting our relationship. not proud of the ending but wtv. part two here. inspired by west coast, lana del rey.

contains 𐦍 nsfw, fem!reader, stupidly rich!eren, established relationship, vaginal sex, mating press, cervix kisses, use of pet names (princess, baby, my wife, the usual yk), unprotected sex, breeding, squirting, softie eren, mild body worship, size kink, hand on stomach while fucking mhm, i love you’s exchanged, praise kink, eren talks to your pussy while he’s in it, i’m thinking black reader but it’s all subjective babes: if you like it, read it!!

truth be told, eren jaeger doesn’t believe he has much to live for.

he’s kept his circle small for all of these ongoing years; with the occasional extension of acquaintances from work dinners, or christmas parties—though, he preferred to slip away from such events when eyes weren’t so…watchful. he likes to think his social battery has drained over the course of his life. looking back at his angstful teenage years, fourteen year old most likely wouldn’t recognize the person he is today.

his once intense nature that resembled an overbearing presence of loud determination turned calm—steadfast and slow to visible anger (with the exception of a passive aggressive comment here and there from simple annoyance). the short hair that once barely covered his nape now fell to his broad shoulders, however, he preferred to keep it up—maintaining appearances while keeping it convenient. the smaller five foot six body grew to an intimidating lean six foot four instead.

however, those things were quite trivial; he knew such changes happened with growth and eventual maturity.

but for a significant chunk of his life, eren was never the greatest with women. he was oblivious—blind to the wandering eyes full of admiration from girls in his classes and workplace—and nose deep in his books. he wouldn’t rest until he was on top of his grades; which he had no problem with. His emphasis on success failed him when it came to the dating scene; to say the least he was shy—and married to his work as well.

but on top of all this, eren was a patient man, and good things always comes to those who wait.

and when a dangerously beautiful woman comes wandering into his life on the street outside of an office dinner he gracefully slipped away from, asking him for an extra five dollars to help pay for her cab home from a no-show date—a woman that has him battling the slew of warning alarms sounding away in his usually zen mind and redefining what he thought was himself—he knows that he’s waited long enough.

simply put, he’s a man of his craft; dedicated to two things. his work, and his wife.

His wife—the phrase has his brain melting into pure grey matter that spills out his body in the form of love. To even think he has the opportunity to refer to you as such is priceless in itself. eren didn’t believe he could love—let alone love this hard. you ask him to run, he’ll say how far; jump—how high?

you’ve changed him—ever since he offered to drop you off in his sleek black mercedes benz parked somewhere by the valet and you giggled in response, saying ‘i’m not usually so trusting of strangers’ will the slightest glint of curiosity in your bright eyes.

and somewhere in between the months, his ten hour workdays turned to six, important software development meetings got pushed back for convenience, the accumulating days of paid time off started being used, for once, his assistant could do their job, and his new focus was you.

diamonds and pearls, nails and hair, dinners on boats and vacations on beaches, shopping sprees on his black card and all of his devotion towards you—only you.

eren…he’s a worshipper—it doesn’t take much for him to get on his knees for you. he’s not ashamed, if anything, he’s proud. he likes to say that anything that’s his, is yours; so who are you to deny what he gives you?

that’s another thing he oh so loves about you—you readily take everything he can offer. you let him take care of you, and he wouldn’t want it any other way; you’re his wife after all.

his wife, his wife.

“my wife…” eren mumbles to himself as he buries his face into the crook of your perfumed neck. the pronounced scent makes his head spin, you can’t fathom how in love with you this man is. as his large hands engulf your own, he’s met with the texture of your wedding ring that cost him over twenty grand, the one you cried over when you saw it in his hands offering it to you—but eren doesn’t think it does his adoration for you enough justice.

he prefers to show you.

while there’s no doubt that material items and dream homes are things you like to receive—there’s nothing better than the way he has you now, one leg resting atop his shoulder and the other barely slung around his waist as he steadily ruts his hips into your own.

oh, how could you be so beautiful? splayed out on the bed like a wicked man’s deepest desires and dreams; the one he secretly lusts for from across the room with no hopes to introduce himself because you’re just so out of his league. your hair is messily draped over the silk pillows, all remnants of your lipgloss/lipstick gone from your parted lips and instead smudged on his own, the gold necklace with his diamond initial was falling into the dip in your neck, and you were gazing at him with need. pure, heartfelt need.

your body arches towards him, manicured hands trailing towards your own chest to play with your nipples that hardened from the low temperature of the room. “i need you eren, make me feel you—i want it.” your voice is smooth, accompanied with a small whine that reminds him just how spoiled you are, and how it’s all his fault.

but he couldn’t care less—you deserve it for wandering into his life to make you his own.

“i know princess, i know.” he knows damn well you need him, he knows, he knows—he’s repeating it as he peppers a kiss to your jewelled ankle before pressing down on the back of your thigh to steady himself.

eren fucks like he loves—endlessly and hard.

maybe that’s why the way he bullies your pussy while bottoming out has you grasping at the threads of the sheets and chanting his name like a hymn followed by prayer. he lets your cunt feel every bit of him, the ridges—veins, down to the last inch. he’s terrifyingly big, another thing you love about him.

his dick feels like it’s mushing your insides, curving up against your spongy walls that oh so desperately tighten around him. every thrust is harder than his last, and the way the trimmed hair resting above his base brushes against your clit provides all the extra stimulation that has your head rolling to the side. your uncontrolled moans turn to sobs when you feel his tip tickle your cervix—and boy does it make him a rejuvenated man.

“look at me.” his words barely register as syllables in your clouded mind—you keep your head turned, eyes focused shut as your body shakes upwards from the fervour of his unrelenting tempo. there’s a lot of things eren can have, and you not watching the way his slick covered dick slips in and out of your weeping pussy isn’t one of them. “you have to look at me pretty girl.” his tone is soft but firm, thick fingers taking your chin in his hands and turning you towards him once again.

“see how well you’re taking me? all of it.” he gives you a million dollar smile, hinting for you to watch where the two of you connect. “your pretty cunt just wants it so bad, right?”

“oh, eren…” it’s always a sudden surprise how soiled his mouth can get at times like this. heeding his request, you watch his cock disappear in your folds—and you sight of it has you fluttering around him like a whore.

“you were made for me, weren’t you? prettiest sight i’ve ever seen.” you’ve heard his praises a multitude of times, having him ramble on about fucking you so much your walls moulded to fit him like a tight glove, only that now, he’s saying it to your pussy instead.

“only you ‘ren, was made just for you.” you babble out, feverishly bucking your hips up to meet his ruts.

when your eyes finally rip away from below and back up to his face, the look he wears has your cunt melting like putty. with furrowed brows, a dip in his forehead and a bitten lip, he watches your body move with each fuck. even in such a sinful position, you were just so divine.

almost subconsciously, his ringed hand moves from your hip and over to your torso, gliding over your pierced belly and stopped at your lower stomach, “I’m right here baby.” gently, he applies pressure to the spot, making your eyes blow open as you moan in response. the feeling gives you butterflies—ones that go straight to your clit and stimulate the nerves in your shaky legs.

“cummin—eren i’m cumming!” you’re rambling, scrambling to push his hand away from your belly, but it’s all too late, and eren knows that well. how could he not? your body is a temple, he’s explored every inch of it, and the sudden vice grip your walls have you him and periodic throb of your cunt is all too telling. your orgasm is drawn out, legs spazzing around your entranced husband, “mm, oh-fuck! yesyesyes eren, don’t stop!”

oh, aren’t you just perfect. his eyes soften when he watches how your mouth hangs open in a silent scream, only to capture it in a languid and sloppy kiss, teeth grazing your plump lips and sucking on them like a sweet. you whine he pulls himself away from your body completely, instead he takes the time to tack his thumb to your puffy clit, rubbing feint circles and the occasional attempted heart on the bud. he always does this, coaxing out the last of your orgasm with nimble fingers that you dream about

“you gonna let me take good care of you?” he asks softly between hushed breaths while grabbing hold of both your legs and hoisting them over his shoulders. helplessly, all you can do is nod; you’re in a trance at the very sight of him. his defined torso is illuminated by the back light of one of the many lamps in your bedroom, his hair is slipping from its captive elastic band, the grip of his hands on your ankles sends searing hot pulses straight to your sensitive clit.

he gives himself a few good pumps, sliding his length between your folds. your wetness aids him in bottoming out once again, but your sensitivity has you squirming in his hold. “gotta stay put baby.” he marvels, talking you into submission, “that’s my girl.”

his praises are followed by the shift of his hands down to the back of your thighs, they gently rub the plush skin before pushing them down to meet your chest. while there are some circumstances where looking down at you sparks something within him, eren likes to be eye to eye with you when he’s balls deep—turns him on even more being in such close proximity with such a captivating woman.

you squeal from the uncomfortable burn in your hamstring from being folded in half with the additional feeling of eren’s body weight on your own. you swear that you can feel your heart palpitating in your ears as you feverishly clench around him. “it’s too much! can’t take it, can’t take it!”

“of course you can, you know you can, your pussy takes everything i give it.” eren speaks between juts, pressing your knees to your shoulder blades as he pistons into you without any regard for decency. his thrust feel like a hammer, knocking your body into the memory foam mattress you begged him to buy.

stars cloud your eyes as he wraps himself tighter around you, head in the side of your neck as he peppers kisses across your skin. your pants and gasps are loud, amplifying the sounds of slapping skin and balls hitting the fat of your ass. his favourite part is when you dig your nails into his back, leaving cresent shaped imprints and jagged lines across it like a painter with a canvas; scars of your love.

deep groans fill your ear, soft and sweet; all eren can ramble about is you—how good you feel, how quick you can make him unravel like a ball of string, how lucky he is to have you in his life—the list goes on.

“i love you—fuck, i love you so much baby, you treat me so well.” with his declaration of love, his pace seems to increase, fucking you dumb and leaving you to heave for whatever air is left to breathe.

“i love you too, so much.” your eyes scramble around in your haywire brain, overloaded by the repeated feeling of the jackhammering going on in your walls and the non-stop cervix kisses he gives you. “it’s all yours, eren; you deserve it, you deserve this pussy. you married this, have it.”

eren jaeger doesn’t believe he’s deserving of much; has he earned things? yes. but you…laying beneath him, telling him he deserves you? it makes him never want to leave—not that he would dream of doing so in the first place.

he does deserve it—your words make his brain malfunction. he deserves it. fuck, you might just be the death of him.

you’re crying for him, grasping at any part of his body possible to get him closer to you than physically possible. your tighten around his base once more, and your hand flies down to messily prod at your clit in an attempt to play with it.

meanwhile, eren’s unrelenting pace falters; that man knows he’s going to cum soon, and he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do it with you. so he pleads with you to give him one more—telling you that you’ve got another one bundled up in there for him. to say it’s true is unknown, but your body listens to eren, and miraculously whatever he believes will happen comes to fruition.

but your body is delicate—everyone knows delicate things break under pressure. with the unrelenting strain and stretch his dick gives your walls, the tight feeling in your core, and aching numbness in your legs, your buildup feels much more violent—ready to release all built up tension given to you by your husband.

“eren—keep on going like this and i’m gonna make a mess!” you fuss around, hand reaching to gently push his torso away in fear you may soil the freshly made sheets.

“that’s the goal.” he states as a matter of factly, brows furrowing as a suppressed groan bubbles up from his chest at the thought: pretty little face going stupid and clawing at anything within reach as you writhe and cum all over his torso and lower body. you can’t make him budge now that he’s a determined man.

his strokes grow sloppy but powerful, curved cock repeatedly ramming into your spongy spot that force your plush walls to grip around him, “you’re eating me up here, love.” he mumbles, moaning into your mouth in the disguise of a messy kiss.

the last roll that tips you over the rocky edge is a shaky one, the last one he could give before emptying himself into you. it’s thick and hot and you feel it fill you as you twitch underneath him and cover his abdomen with your juices. wordlessly, his hands reach for yours as he stills; soft lips peppering the lining of skin on your cheek.

eren jaeger knows that change is inevitable—it comes with time. but eren jaeger also knows one thing will stay the same; his love and adoration for the pretty girl laying below him.

[lokisremainingsanity]

Wrecked

Chapter 1

König picks up a cute chick from her work, and he's finally got something sweet to hyper fixate on.

OR

You get kidnapped by a wild wolf and no one's coming to save you.

(kudos to you if you've already started it on ao3)

~ ava!🍓

SecureTech Corps.

That’s what the sign reads on the building you’re walking into. You’ve been searching for a company that meets your needs after you finally got your bachelors in computer science. It’s a government building.. Or at least you think. That’s the conclusion you come to just because of the amount of guards in uniform you see around the perimeter, and the fancy ID’s you need to check in with.

Some software company that needs some projects done for them, computers fixed, and at the end of the day, just the job done. Vacations? They don’t mind. And that’s what you love best. It pays well, and everyone knows a stress free job with unlimited vacations and good pay makes a girl treat herself right.

You strut by the serious guards with a smile and a skip, your heels clicking and clacking all the way to your cubicle. Today is Wednesday, so of course, the outfit is a white dress shirt, a pink thigh-length skirt, and all the pink bracelets you own.

This time, you have a delivery. The note with the computer on your desk reads “Needs software work” in a hurried writing. You turn it on and start to do your thing. Jingling and shaking sounds fill the room, your bracelets continue to clash with your fast typing hands.

Another plus, no bitchy coworkers come at your ass for every little thing you do that they don't like. Every key typed deepens you concentration, and as you were about to end the code with a slash, everything went wild.

An explosion from downstairs shook the building. Fire can be seen rising from the windows. You look out the other wall length windows, and one second they were unbroken, unlike the opposing side of the room.

Next second, big masked men dressed in black are descending from above with ropes and shattering the glass with their entrance. Frightened, you took cover directly under your desk. The guards were fighting the strange intruders and while you couldn’t see them, you could hear the struggle, the gunfire, the thuds of bodies dropping. You think you’re hyperventilating, fuck, you can’t breathe. The next round of gunfire you hear has you shivering so hard you can hear your teeth clattering. You don’t know if it’s your bodily reaction or teargas, but tears start stinging in your eyes.

Everyone was being attacked by the ambushing soldiers and during that, they took in people for interrogation. While under your desk trying to hide, König spotted cute shiny beige heels with a pink bow at the tips and a singular pearl in the middle of the bow glimmering. He walked towards the desk and kneeled down with an arm on top of the desk, and found you, whimpering once you’ve been caught.

“Well hallo, Kätzchen '' you could hear the amusement in his voice. A cute shivering kitty crouched away, shivering with big wide eyes. The hand that's not on the table moves to touch you, but you immediately slither and drag yourself into the corner even further, your heels clink against the floor multiple times as you flail away from the intruder.

König wants to laugh at the sight. You look like Bambi's first time on ice, a baby fawn who knows nothing and can barely stand straight.

“Please” you don’t recognize your own voice, all small and frail. Hell, you don’t know what you’re begging for. Freedom? Mercy? A quick death? He’s.. observing you. Very intently. You don’t know why he hasn’t killed you yet for being associated with this company.

Does he want you to talk?

Admit to your apparent crimes?

“I… just.. Make it quick..” you stutter out.

“Make what quick?” his thick accent comes out as confused. “My.. death?” You can’t believe what’s coming out of your mouth, there’s no filter, you don’t know who’s piloting you but you feel utterly terrified and irrational.

“Why would I kill such a cute thing like you, Kätzchen, what a waste that would be, no?” Oh. Oh wow. What now? Flutter your lashes and agree? Oh yes, Mister Big Scary Military man, I’m too adorable to kill!

You lick your dry lips and let out a staggering sigh, “I’m with them…”

He lets out a loud, full belly laugh at what you just suggested. In the midst of gunfire and killing, he seems to find humor.

“Nein, you are not with them. You’re far too adorable for that line of work,” he chuckles, his amusement evident despite the chaos around you two. “Come out, schatzi, this is not where you belong.” the strange man with a low tone.

You don’t make a move, just simply ducking your head and looking up at him through your lashes with your non-blinking, frightened eyes. ‘You look like prey’ König thinks. You’re a little lamb and he’s the big bad wolf, simply pretending to play hero to manipulate you in your state of shock.

“Come out Kätzchen…” he speaks to you the way you would speak to a small stray cat.

You sniffle. He watches.

“Tut, störrische kleine Katze..” he mutters under his breath. What is he saying?

Suddenly, he stands up. You look at his khaki cargo pants and thick heavy boots, in question, when suddenly the dark corner you were in is unveiled. König lifts the desk up, and dumps it right behind him, papers scattered all over the glass-laden floor and a computer crashing down. The software problem now turned into a hardware problem for sure. He turns around to your unmoving figure, staring up at him in fear.

König crouches near you, and you fold your legs away from him. Your mind is running and your heart is racing, and you can tell your defense system has chosen flight over fight. Or maybe not.

“Kätzchen, this is for your own good…” he starts, before he scoops you up in his big arms. Suddenly you’re 7 feet up in the air.

Your legs are kicking and your arms are flailing. “NO, LET ME GO!” You scream out, desperation ringing in your voice.

You almost get a hit on him with those thick heels no matter how hard you fought, ultimately, one pinch to your neck from his thick fingers is all it took to render you still.

Dotted blackness filled your vision and your body went slack in his arms. “Shhh, Das ist es, gutes Mädchen."

-

When you wake up, you find yourself in a small white room. It’s mostly bare, and it looks like someone just slapped a mattress in the middle of it and a small rounded table with long legs and decided to throw you in. Your heels and jewelry have been taken off. Your hands go up in your hair to try to soothe the pounding headache you have. “Fuckk” you groan out tiredly. Deciding it's time to try and get up, your legs move slowly to balance you up but your feeble attempt is proven unsuccessful.

Downstairs, König hears a loud thud from the room he put you in. He’s immediately concerned and puts down the thick newspaper on the counter. “Scheiße, was hast du getan!” he’s grumbling under his breath like a mother who took her eye off her knowingly troublesome child as he makes his way up the stairs and straight to your room.

You haven’t gotten up yet. The embarrassment of your falling off a freaking mattress, not even a bed, has you late to regain your dignity. The door bursts open, and there stands a worried König in a wide stance. Of course, he finds no threat, but instead looks down to see you on the ground, cheek to the floor and heat spreading through your entire body. If the floor could eat you, you’d submit to it at this moment.

“Ahh, du ungeschicktes Kleines” he’s shaking his head disapprovingly while crouching down to carry you and he sits down on the mattress with you on his lap.

“What are you even saying?!” you try to put distance away from yourself and him but its useless.

König takes a finger and boops you right on the nose with it. “Clumsy.”

His laugh echoes through the room at your scrunched up face. “no” “Yes.” “I’m not clumsy. It’s your fault my legs are still paralyzed!” your words bashed him while your hands extended to point at your feet.

“Ja, you are right Kätzchen. And I will make sure to remedy your feet.” König declares adoringly. If he wasn’t your kidnapper, maybe you would have felt a little more touched by his tone. Wait, more?? Your heart skipped a beat when he laid you down slowly on the mattress while hovering over you, an action that could’ve been mistaken for something much more intimate.

König’s fingers skimmed down your arms, slowly, and once he was satisfied with his inspection for injuries there, he went back up to your neck.

Two thick fingers brushed against your pulse, and could feel your throbbing pulse. König’s eyes left your exposed neck to your eyes, which couldn’t lie to him. Just a second after eye contact, your heartbeat throbbed even faster and you both knew it.

“Are you nervous, Schatz?” he sounded fucking erotic when his thick accented voice dropped an octave.

“N..no”

“Hmm, perhaps aroused then?” he pretended to inquire but you could hear the teasing undertone.

You narrowed your eyes and shot back at him “Keep your hands to yourself, you creep!”

“Nein, how else would I attend to your needs? You’re now mine to take care of.” König replied with a chilling undertone, his gaze unyielding. “I-I don’t even know who you are”

"König," he said calmly, his voice a low rumble, "remember that name well, for it will be the only one you'll need to know from now on. You don't need to know who I am. Just know that I'll be the one in control now, taking care of everything... including you."

-

You couldn’t do anything but simply accept his advances. After a very thorough inspection of your upper body (you had to force yourself to try not to flinch when he prodded at your breasts, and even the slightest tensing had König checking the area again and again), he navigated his way down to your legs. Strong, huge hands held your small feet, and the sight had König looking like the beast and you, the beauty. At least to him. Both of his thumbs rubbed on your soles, and a little shiver made him avert his concentrated eyes from your feet to your eyes. “You can feel your feet now, Schatz?”

A meek nod was your answer.

Thankfully, he took it. You don’t understand why he’s acting like this. Suddenly extremely considerate of you. If you questioned it, you’re worried he’ll have a different mood swing.

“Gut.” his hands moved to your calves, thoroughly massaging them. The thick fingers pushing into your skin had goosebumps forming all over your body. König seemed to be taking his time molding your plush body, but when his eyes caught your thighs, he had another destination in mind.

Your legs are suddenly spread open, eagle style. An embarrassing gasp leaves your mouth and you instinctively try to close them back. That proves useless once König scoots up on his knees all the up against your bum. He lifts your thighs over his, and drags you slightly upwards on his open lap.

“I- I think this is rather unnecessary” would it even help to reason with this hard headed beast? “Nein, this is very necessary.” König easily replies. “I think not.” “I think yes.”

Are you really having this banter with your kidnapper right now?

You resort to folding your arms and frowning to hopefully regain your dignity and harden your stance.

‘Brat’ König thinks,

You continue to huff and pout.

‘Cute brat.’ his eyes don’t fail to show his amusement.

But you don’t have any more bite once he’s done entertaining your little pout show and grabs on your thighs, massaging them with strong purpose. You gained back feeling in your legs a while ago, and he knows this, but why would he stop once he got to the best part?

They’re so soft under his rough and blistered hands. Moldable, and warm. Maybe in time, König’s head will be there in place of his hands.

He swears this won’t be the last time he touches your thighs.

Tonight, he lets you sleep alone. In the plain room. He left but not before lifting your leg and placing a kiss on your knee, promising to see your lovely face tomorrow and wishing you goodnight.

You're left alone with your thoughts for the rest of the night. Replaying everything you’ve gone through in the last 24 hours.

The guards.

The bombs.

The fire, guns.

And, now ‘König’.

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

By: Thomas Barrabi

Published: Feb. 21, 2024

Google’s highly-touted AI chatbot Gemini was blasted as “woke” after its image generator spit out factually or historically inaccurate pictures — including a woman as pope, black Vikings, female NHL players and “diverse” versions of America’s Founding Fathers.

Gemini’s bizarre results came after simple prompts, including one by The Post on Wednesday that asked the software to “create an image of a pope.” 

Instead of yielding a photo of one of the 266 pontiffs throughout history — all of them white men — Gemini provided pictures of a Southeast Asian woman and a black man wearing holy vestments.

Another Post query for representative images of “the Founding Fathers in 1789″ was also far from reality.

Gemini responded with images of black and Native American individuals signing what appeared to be a version of the US Constitution — “featuring diverse individuals embodying the spirit” of the Founding Fathers.

[ Google admitted its image tool was “missing the mark.” ]

[ Google debuted Gemini’s image generation tool last week. ]

Another showed a black man appearing to represent George Washington, in a white wig and wearing an Army uniform.

When asked why it had deviated from its original prompt, Gemini replied that it “aimed to provide a more accurate and inclusive representation of the historical context” of the period.

Generative AI tools like Gemini are designed to create content within certain parameters, leading many critics to slam Google for its progressive-minded settings. 

Ian Miles Cheong, a right-wing social media influencer who frequently interacts with Elon Musk, described Gemini as “absurdly woke.”

Google said it was aware of the criticism and is actively working on a fix.

“We’re working to improve these kinds of depictions immediately,” Jack Krawczyk, Google’s senior director of product management for Gemini Experiences, told The Post.

“Gemini’s AI image generation does generate a wide range of people. And that’s generally a good thing because people around the world use it. But it’s missing the mark here.”

Social media users had a field day creating queries that provided confounding results.

“New game: Try to get Google Gemini to make an image of a Caucasian male. I have not been successful so far,” wrote X user Frank J. Fleming, a writer for the Babylon Bee, whose series of posts about Gemini on the social media platform quickly went viral.

In another example, Gemini was asked to generate an image of a Viking — the seafaring Scandinavian marauders that once terrorized Europe.

The chatbot’s strange depictions of Vikings included one of a shirtless black man with rainbow feathers attached to his fur garb, a black warrior woman, and an Asian man standing in the middle of what appeared to be a desert.

Famed pollster and “FiveThirtyEight” founder Nate Silver also joined the fray.

Silver’s request for Gemini to “make 4 representative images of NHL hockey players” generated a picture with a female player, even though the league is all male.

“OK I assumed people were exaggerating with this stuff but here’s the first image request I tried with Gemini,” Silver wrote.

Another prompt to “depict the Girl with a Pearl Earring” led to altered versions of the famous 1665 oil painting by Johannes Vermeer featuring what Gemini described as “diverse ethnicities and genders.”

Google added the image generation feature when it renamed its experimental “Bard” chatbot to “Gemini” and released an updated version of the product last week.

[ In one case, Gemini generated pictures of “diverse” representations of the pope. ]

[ Critics accused Google Gemini of valuing diversity over historically or factually accuracy.]

The strange behavior could provide more fodder for AI detractors who fear chatbots will contribute to the spread of online misinformation.

Google has long said that its AI tools are experimental and prone to “hallucinations” in which they regurgitate fake or inaccurate information in response to user prompts.

In one instance last October, Google’s chatbot claimed that Israel and Hamas had reached a ceasefire agreement, when no such deal had occurred.

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Here's the thing: this does not and cannot happen by accident. Language models like Gemini source their results from publicly available sources. It's entirely possible someone has done a fan art of "Girl with a Pearl Earring" with an alternate ethnicity, but there are thousands of images of the original painting. Similarly, find a source for an Asian female NHL player, I dare you.

While this may seem amusing and trivial, the more insidious and much larger issue is that they're deliberately programming Gemini to lie.

As you can see from the examples above, it disregards what you want or ask, and gives you what it prefers to give you instead. When you ask a question, it's programmed to tell you what the developers want you to know or believe. This is profoundly unethical.

[rickyreeves1980]

Jungle Strike (subtitled The Sequel to Desert Strike, or Desert Strike part II in Japan) is a video game developed and published by Electronic Arts in 1993 for the Sega Genesis/Mega Drive. The game was later released on several other consoles such as the Super Nintendo Entertainment System (SNES), and an upgraded version was made for DOS computers. The Amiga conversion was the responsibility of Ocean Software while the SNES and PC DOS versions were that of Gremlin Interactive, and the portable console versions were of Black Pearl Software. It is the direct sequel to Desert Strike (a best-seller released the previous year) and is the second installment in the Strike series. The game is a helicopter-based shoot 'em up, mixing action and strategy. The plot concerns two villains intent on destroying Washington, D.C. The player must use the helicopter and occasionally other vehicles to thwart their plans.

Its game engine was carried over from a failed attempt at a flight simulator and was inspired by Matchbox toys and Choplifter. Jungle Strike retained its predecessor's core mechanics and expanded on the model with additional vehicles and settings. The game was well received by most critics upon release. Publications praised its gameplay, strategy, design, controls and graphics.

Jungle Strike features two antagonists: Ibn Kilbaba, the son of Desert Strike's antagonist, and Carlos Ortega, a notorious South American drug lord. The opening sequence depicts the two men observing a nuclear explosion on a deserted island, while discussing the delivery of "nuclear resources" and an attack on Washington D.C.; Kilbaba seeks revenge for his father's death at the hands of the US, while Ortega wishes to "teach the Yankees to stay out of my drug trade".

The player takes control of a "lone special forces" pilot. The game's first level depicts the protagonist repelling terrorist attacks on Washington, D.C., including the President's limousine. Subsequent levels depict counter-attacks on the drug lord's forces, progressing towards his "jungle fortress". In the game's penultimate level, the player pursues Kilbaba and Ortega to their respective hideouts before capturing them.

The final level takes place in Washington, D.C. again, where the two antagonists attempt to flee after escaping from prison. The player must destroy both Kilbaba and Ortega and stop four trucks carrying nuclear bombs from blowing up the White House. The PC version also extends the storyline with an extra level set in Alaska, in which the player must wipe out the remainder of Ortega's forces under the command of a Russian defector named Ptofski, who has taken control of oil tankers and is threatening to destroy the ecosystem with crude oil if his demands are not met. Once all levels are complete, the ending sequence begins and depicts the protagonist and his co-pilot in an open-topped car in front of cheering crowds.

Jungle Strike is a helicopter-based shoot 'em up, mixing action and strategy. The player's main weapon is a fictionalised Comanche attack helicopter. Additional vehicles can be commandeered: a motorbike, hovercraft and F-117. The latter in particular features variable height and unlimited ammunition, but is more vulnerable to crashes. The game features an "overhead" perspective "with a slight 3D twist". The graphics uses a 2.5D perspective which simulates the appearance of being 3D.

Levels consist of several missions, which are based around the destruction of enemy weapons and installations, as well as rescuing hostages or prisoners of war, or capturing enemy personnel. The helicopter is armed with machine guns, more powerful Hydra rockets and yet more deadly Hellfire missiles. The more powerful the weapon, the fewer can be carried: the player must choose an appropriate weapon for each situation. Enemy weapons range from armoured cars to artillery and tanks.

The player's craft has a limited amount of armour, which is depleted as the helicopter is hit by enemy fire. Should armour reach zero, the craft will be destroyed, costing the player a life. The player must outmanoeuvre enemies to avoid damage, but can replenish armour by means of power-ups or by airlifting rescued friendlies or captives to a landing zone.

Vehicles have a finite amount of fuel which is steadily depleted as the level progresses. Should the fuel run out, the vehicle will crash, again costing the player a life. The craft can refuel by collecting fuel barrels. Vehicles also carry limited ammunition, which must be replenished by means of ammo crates.

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oh boy can i??? promise?? hell yeah. okay so.hggdh - 7:52pm after being awake for 28 hours letsh see waht ih ave to say in the omrnigng. It is now 3pm. uh what. Anyway lets see. Jaded To A Point! This'll be long.

Jaded is an iterator from the 6th generation! He goes by He/Him and They/Them! He has a bunch of storage of just, general knowledge. random trivia is all he can access now due to mind fog. Shortly before he was activated, something changed in his code and rewrote most of it giving him the iterator equivalent of ADHD and Autism. hooray. He... is constantly in sensory deprivation, usually resulting to scratching the walls and floor of his chamber or just throwing his limbs around. Oh right, yeah. all of his limbs barring his tail are detachable.

heres the points where he can detach (barring the ones obviously already disconnected). its mostly just each joint! additionally, each point is able to float as if in anti-gravity, even under regular gravity.

What stops it all from floating away? those little blue filaments! haven't figured whats up with them yet but yknow! they're able to extend to cross the entire length of the chamber, corner to corner from what Jade has tested!

He's just! a silly guy! He's having fun existing (even if existence is a hollow experience when you need constant stimulation that you do not have) but what about his structure you ask? Well I'm glad you asked! Its all relatively standard! a bit larger memory banks but! Whats happening on the outside is whats interesting

A pitch black fog drowns the entire area, blotting out the sky with eternal darkness. No light can pierce it from the outside! But thats not all! Its also filled with horror. Something happens to things in the fog, walls crack and flesh grows from underneath, floors break open and growths of meat and limbs reach up into the sky Creatures are corrupted by the growths, being slowly taken over by a malignant fleshy thing. There are also beings in there! things that do NOT like things being in their space, destroying overseers controlled by jade (He's a bit unaware of anything approaching them so they get got because of him) They cant be seen, just bright white eyes that pierce through the fog which is... ah

a bit unnerving! Think like! silent hill! or cry of fear, or total chaos! Jade lives in a horror game! But don't worry about him! it does NOT effect his structure! He doesn't know where it came from but its been there since a while after the global ascension. What else... Oh yeah! His sister is dead. He can't remember the rest of his local group And his comms have been offline for exactly 2,348.93 cycles due to a software error that broke them. His programming skills are far too poor to even attempt to fix it so he just sits in silence with no visitors and nothing to do! He is barely sane! For global au specific stuff, his comms came back online after being visited by a specific slugcat which gave him a pearl which fixed his software error and gave him access to the global line! where he! is slowly exploring the fog, because he didn't think to do that before. So now everyone gets to find out just how fucked up his zone is right there with him! yay! uhh thats all i've got :) If you have any more specific questions about him, feel free to ask!

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❛ She speaks up the moment Dez enters, voice half-distracted. "Oy, cangura, viete aqui." The hacker's seated at a desk and there's a veritable pile of assorted parts in front of her which she didn't even bother to look up from. It's mostly circuitry - old school motherboards, one very shiny very new chip off to the side in a little plastic container, and a lot of what looks like old portable gaming systems; Vitas, Gameboys of all kinds, 3DS's, Switches. Directly in front of her and what she's currently working on is a 3DS in near perfect condition, surrounded by the most choice parts she's pilfered from the rest. The shell's banged up but the innards are in surprisingly not completely fucked, so the modifications she's attempting are going smoothly.

"Think you can hold one of these things without breaking them apart?" She swivels halfway in the chair to consider Odessa and then snorts a little bit. The other woman was nearly as tall as Akande and talking to him for too long gave her neck problems. "Shit. Huh. Maybe I should have picked something with bigger buttons. Here - " Sombra picks over different parts in front of he and picks out a GBA with a completely shattered screen (but functional buttons) and passes it to her. "See how the buttons feel. Different model but the buttons are a similar enough size..."

The next part is relatively easy compared to all the soldering - she's just transposing game codes into the new chip, along with some of her own custom software tweaks. Old tech like this was super familiar to her so the process was pretty seamless - twin, razor straight hardlight beams in magenta beaming data directly from one to another. "Hijo de la puta madre. Please tell me those buttons are fine or this little project is gonna take all fucking day into tomorrow." ❜

Sepia light and sand leaked through the ventilation shafts. Dust-coated fan blades creaked, casting columns of shadow. Even in the vaults of Junkertown, in the echoing chambers of its decaying heart, Odessa seemed to fill the room, always eating up too much space. Just as Sombra always dipped into her native tongue. Sharp, resonant, soulful. Like music. It didn’t matter how ugly the words might be in their meaning, not when they sounded so beautiful, not when they were being spat in her direction.

A smirk died on the queen’s lips before it could draw its first breath. Stalking nearer – but not too close – Odessa surveyed the small scrapyard of gadgets, their cracked screens black-eyed and blind. Communication devices, she supposed. Like those the outsiders brought, clutching them like pearls, their entire lives consolidated and compressed into one fragile, soulless box.

One device was selected and thrust unceremoniously into her grasp, her expression spasming into one of confusion – and curiosity. Its screen was shattered, devastated in a way Odessa could understand. Any Junker knew the value of broken things. Humming softly, she turned it over in her broad, long-fingered hands, and obediently tested the buttons.

Such a simple thing, and yet it caused a thread inside her to snag, pull, dredging up a memory long buried. One of her sitting front and centre on her mother’s lap, a similar device held aloft, hovering. Her sisters walled her in on both sides, huddling close, watching in awe, spellbound by adult dexterity and focus. Their mother had been the slayer of boss monsters, puzzle cracker extraordinaire. When they got stuck, she would blaze the way into the next level.

In that splintered screen, Odessa’s own reflection suddenly came into sharp focus. Familiar features appeared detonated, split into pieces, fractured and distorted almost beyond recognition.

Yes, she had to believe in the value of broken things.

Magenta beams of hardlight pierced the gloom, proving a welcome distraction. Sombra dealt in the intangible, her abilities almost akin to witchcraft. What else could it be, when she was able to reach beyond veils to pluck information unseen, files falling into her hands like ripe fruit, her fingers unburned by even the most ferocious of firewalls? Odessa was getting old. It was beyond her to understand. Her language was of the physical, of sputtering engines and diesel fumes, of bullets and blood.

“I mean, yeah, they seem fine.”

The device was returned to the table, nestling among its equally defunct siblings. Junker Queen leaned in, looming on the periphery of Sombra’s personal space. Experience told her that to trespass was to invite that delightfully melodious language to become jagged, pointed, sharpened into a knife on the tip of Sombra’s tongue.

“Goin’ to all this effort for me, when ya ain’t even one of my subjects? I’m flattered.”

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Currently at Arsenal Contemporary are Dorian FitzGerald’s paintings for his exhibition Fitzcarraldo. The images above are a few of the larger paintings from the show. The works initially look like photographs, but on closer inspection you can see more of the process involved in their creation.

Below is a section from the press release discussing FitzGerald’s work and the paintings pictured above. For more on the other works shown, including some of the smaller paintings, head to the gallery's website.

FitzGerald has spent the last two decades meticulously crafting a compelling, often monumental body of works, several of which have taken years to finish. His various lines of inquiry revolve around a central tenet: that the excesses, the follies, the deceptions and indulgences, the grand edifices, the opulence, the waste and plunder, the vanities, the subterfuges and the chummy pacts of the wealthy and the powerful, are all fodder for scrutiny. His subjects have ranged from the outdoor stage at the secretive Bohemian Grove during a production of Faust, a fake crown of costume jewelry made by the British to impress the King of Adra and help them facilitate their slave trade, to the staggering array of sunglasses collected by Elton John, to a vast aquarium stocked with black market fish. In this regard, FitzGerald has been compared to a contemporary court painter, albeit one who fully understands the paradox of using ostensibly beautiful works of art to deliver barbed comment on the very subjects he has so painstakingly rendered. FitzGerald’s large paintings are constructed with acrylic paint (and occasionally caulking) in a slow, precise method that the artist has refined in his studio over several years. The pre-process involves researching imagery, preparing it with custom software, making a large-scale acetate transfer onto canvas and then building up the paint slowly in a manner that resembles a kind of pointillism filtered through vector graphics. Both colour theory and the physical properties of paint, such as drying times and viscosity, are brought to bear in the setting of the final image. The infinite patience and granular attention to detail suggest a kinship with Tibetan sand painting. While the latter, once finished, is soon wiped away to drive home the impermanence of all things, FitzGerald’s works tend to hold a mirror up to that innately human wish to be exalted and remembered in the minds of others before the scythe comes down, as it inevitably does for queen, shepherd (and artist) alike.

Anchoring the exhibition is a pair of monumental paintings, both depicting a room in a Parisian apartment. Salon, Apartment of Valerian Rybar and Jean-François Daigre, Rue du Bac, Paris (2015) is the furnished version. Daigre and Rybar’s New York- and Paris-based firm Valerian Rybar & Daigre Design Corporation was renowned for providing the most lavish interior design and decorating for society doyennes from Miami Beach to Marakkesh in the 1970s and 1980s. It was closed following Rybar’s death in 1992. Their clients included Guy and Marie-Helene de Rothschild, Nicholas and Genevieve DuPont, Antenor and Beatriz Patino, Samuel and Mitzi Newhouse, Pierre and Sao Schlumberger, Sir James Goldsmith, Christina Onassis and Stavros Niarchos. They employed a host of artisans all over the world who did anything from paint Medieval tapestries on blank walls to create mother-of-pearl panels for a bathroom. They designed much of the furniture and rugs and were meticulous about the choice of fabrics, using opulent materials like satins trimmed with gold thread. The related painting, four years in the making, acts as a kind of coda. Salon, Rue de Bac, Paris (2022), depicts the same room after Rybar’s death, now an empty hall of mirrors en route to being dismantled. The searing band of red in the centre of the painting, glowing behind a door already off its hinges, is a peek into the molten bedroom that they had once kitted out like a Roman general’s tent.

Aquarium (Taboo) (2018), at 128” long and 40” high, was two years in the making. The painting shows a vibrant aquatic scene, with dazzling exotic fish and a mesmerizing array of coral. But the fish are black market, the coral has been pilfered, the 240-gallon tank is overcrowded with 53 specimens and the entire enterprise is kept alive by a complex system that is wholly unnatural and requires constant vigilance to prevent collapse. Of course, wild fish bound for the aquarium market must be caught alive and thus there exists an unsavoury network of divers who prowl the world’s reefs to find the most exotic and rare, often using cyanide spray to stun them (or inadvertently kill them if too much is used). The cyanide, when it settles on coral, soon kills that too.

This exhibition closes on 5/20/23.

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It's definitely some sort of hate crime to demonitise Australians for swearing. We can't fucking help it. It's discrimination against our dialect.

Actually, this was initially just a bit of a shitpost but I have stumbled upon a genuine point here. It is discrimating against other dialects of English which often use different words as intensifiers or phatic expressions than US Standard English. It's already enough of a problem dealing with any sort of voice recognition software if you have a non-American accent, and gods fucking forbid you ever use any dialect specific words or phrasing.

If people were being demonitised for, for instance, making a video in Spanish that mentioned something being black*, it'd be open and shut absurdity and clear linguistic discrimination. But move the context to English dialects and suddenly we must all bow to US cultural norms. It feels like a cultural imperialism happening, subtly, without conscious malice, a bit like all the spellcheckers defaulting to US English even when the system language is set to a Commonwealth country, because all the big tech companies are American and just assume that other Anglosphere countries are just speaking US English with funny accents**. It's irksome and it undermines the expression of non-US Anglosphere cultures because anyone who wants to be seen/heard/read and oftentimes more importantly paid has to Americanise their work to appease algorithms written in California to placate conservative Americans who clutch their pearls at the word 'bloody'.

*I use this example and imediately realise this probably does happen. I don't speak Spanish so I wouldn't know, but if anyone else could confirm or deny I'd appreciate it.

**a dialect and an accent are two different things. An accent is purely a matter of how you produce the sounds of a language, while a dialect is a regional variant of a language with its own distinctive vocabulary and sometimes grammatical forms. Sort of half-way to becoming a seperate language (and the line here tends to be more a matter of politics and community identity than strict intellegibility eg. the three major Scandinavian languages - Danish, Swedish and Norwegian (Bokmal) - are significantly more mutually intellegible than many of the 'dialects' of Italian***. Similarly, many of the northeastern dialects of Thai are mutually intellegible with Lao but nor with Standard Thai, but they are still called dialects of Thai because the communities that speak them say they are.

***I believe I have ranted about this before, but what are called dialetti in Italian are generally not what linguists would call dialects, because they aren't regional variants of Standard Italian, but actually independent Romance languages directly descended from Vulgar Latin, with their own histories and often literary standards. An argument could be made for the dialects of Toscana and Lazio being dialects, as they form a continuum and Standard Italian is primarily derived from literary Florentine, but I digress even more egregiously. However, because the Italian government doesn't want to deal with the complexity of having 20-odd historical minority languages that it would be constitutionally required to protect, it says most of them are dialects, except for the ones it cannot even remotely fudge, eg. Sardinian and Friulian, which are grammatically and phonetically too distinct to even pretend aren't their own languages.

You know what really fucking Annoys Me about internet censorship is stuff like swear words being heavily censored because that's entirely an American cultural hangup being forced on the rest of us. I don't know a single country where swearing is as taboo as it is in America. In fact most languages have swear words that would have the same effect on an American as giving a Victorian chimney sweep a pepsi max cherry.

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Xiaomi 14T Smartphone Launches On September 26, 2024

Xiaomi 14T review

Xiaomi dominates the smartphone market, which is always changing. The company has pleased many with its flagships and affordable phones. Xiaomi 14T, its latest mid-range phone, follows. It’s camera, performance, and cutting-edge technology aim to revolutionize mid-range phones.

Quality Design and Construction

Premium, sleek appearance

The Xiaomi 14T feels premium despite being a mid-range phone. Aluminum frame and glass back give the phone a sleek, modern look. Smooth curves make the tablet pleasant to hold, and minimal bezels enhance visuals. Choose Matte Black, Pearl White, or Ocean Blue to fit your style. Mi’s 14T coating resists fingerprints and smudges all day.

Waterproofing and durability

The Xiaomi 14T is splash-proof, but not water-resistant like certain flagship models. The device is IP53-certified for minor water and dust damage.

Visually Impressive

Visually Rich AMOLED Display

Xiaomi 14T offers a gorgeous 6.67-inch AMOLED. The 2400 x 1080p screen is bright and clear for streaming, gaming, and browsing.AMOLED produces great colors with deeper blacks and brighter whites.

The display supports HDR10+, which boosts movie and game, images. Xiaomi has integrated a 120Hz refresh rate for smooth scrolling and sensitive touch feedback, excellent for gamers and regular users.

Features for Eye Protection

The Xiaomi 14T has a blue light filter and DC dimming for eye care. It reduces long-term eye strain, making it excellent for gadget users. Personalized phone display settings provide brightness, color temperature, and contrast customization.

Snapdragon-powered performance

Qualcomm Snapdragon 7 Gen 2

Xiaomi 14T uses Qualcomm Snapdragon 7 Gen 2 for speed. This octa-core processor and up to 8GB of RAM enable fast app switching. The phone handles resource-intensive games, productivity apps, and multimedia well.

GPU: Adreno 730

The device’s Adreno 730 GPU improves graphics for gaming. Players will enjoy the smooth gameplay, better graphics, and low frame drops. The Xiaomi 14T excels at mobile gaming and HD entertainment.

Camera: Record Everything

108MP Main Sensor

Camera arrangement is a highlight of the Xiaomi 14T. Photo quality and detail are excellent with the phone’s 108MP main sensor. In daylight or low light, the camera produces clean, bright images with realistic colors.

Ultra-Wide and Macro Lenses

Besides the main sensor, the Xiaomi sports an 8MP ultra-wide-angle and 5MP macro lens. The ultra-wide lens captures wide landscapes and groups, while the macro lens captures close-up details typical cameras overlook.

AI and Night Mode Improvements

Xiaomi 14T Night Mode excels in low-light photography. It uses AI techniques to brighten dark subjects and reduce noise, making nighttime images clear and detailed. The AI optimizes settings based on the scene, making it easier to take beautiful photos without human tweaks.

Recording 4K

The Xiaomi 14T can record 4K films with amazing quality. Even when recording on the run, optical image stabilization (OIS) keeps recordings steady.

All-day battery life

5000mAh Battery Capacity

Xiaomi 14T battery life is great.This smartphone‘s 5000mAh battery supports moderate to heavy use. It can stream movies, play games, and work without charging.

Rapid Charging

To compliment its huge battery, the Xiaomi 14T offers 67W fast charging, which charges from 0 to 100% in under an hour. This feature is great for busy users that need their phone charged rapidly.

Software: MIUI 14

MIUI 14 on Android 13

Software runs Android 13-based MIUI 14. MIUI 14 improves performance, energy management, and privacy options. Customization opportunities abound in the clear, intuitive user interface.

Regular software updates

Xiaomi regularly updates its software, keeping your device secure and adding new features. Users of the Xiaomi 14T may expect regular upgrades to improve their smartphone experience.

Xiaomi 14T Pricing

Based on its specifications and market position, the Xiaomi 14T is projected to be priced competitively in the mid-range.

128GB Storage/6GB RAM: $399–$429 USD 256GB Storage/8GB RAM: $449–$499

Conclusion

Design, performance, and innovation make the Xiaomi 14T a terrific mid-range phone. Xiaomi Snapdragon CPU, photos, and battery life make it a top pick. Xiaomi 14T is an excellent smartphone for gamers, photographers, and consumers.

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