#It is about at the limit of what the drone can carry. Even with this weight if i go to long the Drone will start to complain.
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Last year, I had the idea to make a Santa Sleigh I could fly beneath my drone. This ended up not happening as my computer was away for repairs. This year, I don't have that problem.
Here's the cad model, drawn up based on some clip art I found.
Everything needs to be outlines to minimise air resistance, and keep it as light as possible.
As you can see, this Santa is being made with an Australian twist.
Here's the Santa in print:
And the first "Boomer" (Kangaroo)
Several hours of printing later, and it was time to stick it together. Wanting strength, I used skewers, even though they were a little thicker than I originally planed for.
I'm balancing the roos on the back, to make sure
It must be wide enough to not confuse the drone's downward sensor.
The morning of Christmas Eve, I awoke to this weather forecast.
I proceeded with final assembly anyway. There were gaps in the clouds, it was only bucketing down some of the time.
The strings need to be equidistant from the balance point, and all the same length.
Launch has to be done very carefully. Going to have to fly very smoothly to prevent twisting.
It flies!
I took it down to the park.
Here is the view from the air:
Maybe if the weather holds, there'll be people in the park to see it.
Merry Christmas!
#Christmas#Aussie Christmas#Drones#drone#3d printing#3d printing adventures#mavic mini#santa sleigh#It is about at the limit of what the drone can carry. Even with this weight if i go to long the Drone will start to complain.#it handles tolerably but doesn't sit exactly right. It veers a little and the sleigh easily turns too much. Needs a steady hand#but the drone did cope with a little wind and the small amount of shaking. though the sleigh is about 2/5 of the drone's mass#Idk if anyone younger knows the song about the 6 white boomers. It feel out of favour when the songwriter fell into disgrace
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It's happening way too soon. My parents were always strict about not having a baby born before getting married. My sibling's have all done it. Each time earning a forceful reprimand that lasted years. The disappointment on their faces when we told them we were expecting nine months before pushed us to keep the wedding on the same day.
As we stand before our families, I can feel your body's tension through the grip you have on my hands. I've seen your bump enough times to know it's never looked so low or uneven. Sweat is beading of your brow and your expression flinches with increasing frequency. Your eyes are distinctly unfocused, and your breathing is starting to become a slight moan. Through this you keep resetting a smile.
But I can tell instinct is starting to hit you. You're clearly sinking into a slight squat. Your eyes tell me everything as the officiant drone on. I need to push
Don't push. Not now, please not now! I think as I stare into your eyes.
You seem to read my thoughts and straighten as best you can. But it won't last.
I need you to make it through another twenty minutes...please...
I was pretty sure at this point I’d been in labour for at least 10 hours; the contractions had started during the night and my water broke just before I put on my dress. But I couldn’t tell anyone, if I did the wedding would be cancelled as instead they’d rush me to the hospital. I knew how important it was to you, and your family, that this baby wasn’t born out of wedlock. So I gritted my teeth and carried on with the day, ignoring the increasing frequency and intensity of the contractions.
Standing in front of you, holding your hand, and I’m so glad I persevered. I couldn’t wait to marry you. But it seemed our baby was impatiently keen to join in on the union.
I grasp your hands tight as another contraction strikes and I’m sure my newly painted nails are digging into your palm. But it’s the only thing I can do against the onslaught of pain and pressure. I swayed my hips secretly underneath the full layers of petticoats, satin and tulle that was my wedding dress. The tightening of my belly paired with the pain in my pelvis made my eyes water. Anyone catching the glint of tears in my eyes would just think I was an emotional bride, but I knew you knew what was happening.
The baby’s head was way beyond my cervix, I could feel it filling my birth canal and bulging against the white lace of my underwear. I couldn’t help but widen my stance as it sank lower and lower, desperate to be born.
I wanted to push, my body needed to push. The baby was right there. Yet I panted as quietly as I could through the urges as the officiant started to recite the vows.
My hand trembled when you slipped the ring on my finger. I felt lost and unstable without your hands to grip, feeling like I would just collapse to my knees and push uncontrollably without having the strength of your touch.
We made it through the vows and the exchanging of rings, but I wasn’t sure how much longer I could keep the baby inside of me. The burning between my legs told me the head was starting to come out, even without my active pushing. The weight was pressing and stretching me open, the crown getting bigger and bigger in my underwear. I couldn’t handle the fullness, it was too much, I had to find some relief. Little pushes, I told myself, just give little pushes to ease the pressure. I grunted, quietly under my breath, but you’d obviously heard from the whites that flashed around your panicked eyes.
I can’t help it… I have to push, I tried to say to you. My knees squatted slightly under my dress, my legs wide apart with the baby’s head bulging obscenely between them. It was almost certainly approaching a full crown.
“I now pronounce you - married.” The officiant said loudly.
You cupped my face and brought me in for a kiss and I grunted deeply into your mouth as my body pushed again. The head was so big, I was stretched to my limits, my knees sank again with a bounce as I gave in fully to the instinctual need to push. You pulled away from the kiss and hugged me tightly, your breath tickled my ear as you whispered “You did it; we’re married. Let’s go have our baby.”
I whispered back “The head’s already out.”
[THIS!!!! More asks like this please! It’s perfect, glorious and oh the wonderful birth denial. Thank you thank you anon!!!]
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Augusnippets Day 27: Chronic Pain
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tw: chronic pain, brainwashing, drugging, involuntary surgery, intrusive thoughts
Zach knew it was going to be a bad knee day as soon as he woke up.
It was the first time it'd happened on the ship, probably because he spent so much time sleeping, being "trained" in pods, or being carried around in tentacles. The alien "medication" also dulled his senses enough that his usual knee pain was distant and bearable. But all that sedentary time had caught up to him, causing his knee to grow stiff. Now, even moving it a millimeter caused pain to shoot up his leg, bringing tears to his eyes.
He'd been injured not long after the apocalypse began, running from his superiors on a mission to get supplies. His friends in the human resistance had patched him up as best as possible, but he couldn't afford to sit around and let it properly heal. They were already looking to Zach to be a leader. And so he dealt with his injury as best as he could, took painkillers whenever they could be spared, and tried to avoid strenuous missions on the days when things were really bad.
Zach could remember all of this, but it seemed strange and faraway, like something that happened in a movie. He'd risked so much just because he'd been convinced that his superiors were the enemy. If he'd known then what he knew now…
The training pod opened, and one of the trainers greeted him.
How are you feeling, human?
Zach should know the correct answer, given that he'd just had it hypnotically drilled into his brain, but he went blank. All he could think about was the radiating pain from his knee.
"Obedient…?" he guessed. Shit. It was going to be able to tell the training didn't take and make him do another round in the pod, which would only make his knee more stiff and sore. Or worse -- his superiors might not even want to deal with a human with an injury like his. After all, they had so many able-bodied humans to choose from, the entirety of humanity.
You're injured.
It didn't carry judgement. It was a simple statement of fact. But Zach tensed.
You're really gonna cry over that? Suck it up, said a voice from a long time ago, back when aliens were just a sci-fi concept, back when he was a child. I know that didn't hurt. Quit being a drama queen.
"It's nothing," said Zach reflexively. "It's an old injury that flares up sometimes. If I could just be allowed to stretch it…"
Now he felt actual judgement. I can feel your pain, human. It drowns out everything else. Your training was not absorbed.
Oh, right, it could read minds. At least it believed he was actually in pain, then, which was more than he could say for a lot of humans.
He was scooped up into tentacles before he could respond, and they were swiftly moving out of the training area and through the labyrinthine corridors of the ship. Zach couldn't tell what the trainer was thinking. Hopefully he wasn't being taken to be disposed of.
"Where are we going?" he asked, wondering if he even should.
The infirmary.
"Oh." He probably should have guessed that. He was still getting used to the fact that the infirmary on the ship had a seemingly endless amount of supplies. He'd spent too long at the resistance base making sure their extremely limited supplies were prioritized to those who needed them most, and that meant there was rarely anything left for his chronic pain.
But here, he was swept into the infirmary and placed in a medical pod, with two more of his superiors coming over to fuss over him. They were chattering to each other in their own language, which sounded like a low, melodic drone in his head when they were near. It was… comforting, in a way.
Tentacles reached out and manipulated his knee gently, so very gently, but he still winced at it. "It doesn't hurt that bad," he said on instinct before remembering they could feel his pain.
His trainer was in front of him, now, its eyes blooming into radiant colors and quieting his thoughts. You will tell the truth.
"I will tell the truth," he said helplessly.
Why didn't you inform your superiors about this problem?
He didn't even know what his answer was going to be until "I didn't want to be in trouble" spilled out of his mouth. "I didn't want you to think I was faking or being dramatic or trying to get out of responsibilities. Or so weak that I can't handle a little pain."
More chatter amongst themselves as Zach stared into the eye, losing himself.
Humans will not be in trouble for experiencing pain. Its tone made it sound like something obvious.
"That's not always the case where I'm from."
This is your home now. You will report to your superiors when there is a problem. You will not be in trouble for making this report.
"That's… good to know…"
Zach was vaguely aware of strange instruments brushing against his knee very gently, an action that still caused pain to travel up his leg and into his hips, even with his mind occupied by the hypnotic eye. A tentacle pulled on his arm and stung his inner elbow. More medication, but this felt different from the usual, cold and numb.
Unaware.
"Unaware…?" said Zach, confused.
Unaware.
"What are you…?" He felt so strange, almost like he was falling and the room was fading away. He needed to shut his eyes just a moment to get rid of the sensation.
He opened his eyes again. "What are you doing?"
The superiors in front of him beamed amusement into his head. It has been finished, little human. Your confusion is endearing.
"Finished? What do you mean?"
We have replaced your defective joint.
"Replaced?" He felt strangely woozy and out of it. Tentatively, he moved his knee. It didn't hurt any more. It wasn't just the sharp pains that were gone, but the background radiation of pain that had accompanied him for years had vanished.
It was impossible. He'd just closed his eyes for a second, he'd thought. "How long was I out?"
Three cycles, little one. We measured your joint. Produced the replacement. Installed the replacement. All while you were unaware.
"I… see." His superiors had knocked him out and replaced his knee without even consulting him on it. Not that he would have objected to having his knee fixed, but he still felt strange about it, even as it was settling in that he might not have to experience that pain ever again. Even as he thought this, the programming that had been drilled into his mind began to wash over him, encouraging him to be docile and agreeable and obedient.
It was good that he had been fixed. He would be a better human.
The trainer picked him up again. You have been asleep. You will eat. You will then redo your previous training until it absorbs.
"Until it absorbs… yeah, okay."
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Kotoko's ideology
(Also Known As: Kotoko has fascist ideals and I read way too many wikipedia pages for this.) (CWs: Discussion centered around Prejudice, ableism, sexism, and other topics that are associated with right winged/fascist concepts)
(Note: I went on this rabbit hole because of This post from Gunsli that covers things I don't cover here. Go read it! Plus this post exists because of a lot of conversations from friends out of fandom, and in fandom, like 74n5n and the affermentioned Gunsli who also helped in proofreading!)
So Kotoko is one of my personal favorites of the cast. There's a lot of things I find interesting and intriguing about her and her characterization and her place in the story.
One of those things is her worldview. I'm obsessed with it to say the least. It's one of my favorite things about her characterization. I find it to be a complex and emphatic look at a specific worldview:
Fascism.
Vigilante Justice
Okay so, fascism as an ideology is something we tend to associate with conservative right-wingers and powerful political parties. In our stories, there's a bit of a mythical edge to the image of fascist dystopia. Something strong and uniform.
Like, a lot of cartoons and shows and comics have the alternate nazi dimension where fascism reigns supreme over the populace, for example. We got many films and shows of the heroes standing up against faceless images of Evil Nazis or Nazi-likes, with leaders who are powerful scientists or soldiers hiding somewhere scheming something.
We can tell if someone is a fascist, we say to ourselves. The aesthetic qualities of fascism are something we can all recognize. Right?
Kotoko Yuzuhira is a (notably afab, put a pin in this) college dropout vigilante.
This is immediately incompatible with how we tend to view it. She's not a faceless drone or general. She's someone working with limited resources trying to hunt down evil because The Law can't do it.
A Underdog Revolutionary, that's how she thinks of herself.
Kotoko: Yes. I hate evil. Hurting innocent people with violence, taking away from others, killing people… I hate all this evil behaviour! The law being unable to judge some sins, there's too many of these cases in this world. Having clearly bullied and torturing the weak, but exploiting loopholes in laws, there's so many sinners who still live in such a carefree manner! Even though I want to change this world, I alone only have this much power.
Kershaw argues that the difference between fascism and other forms of right-wing authoritarianism in the Interwar period is that the latter generally aimed "to conserve the existing social order", whereas fascism was "revolutionary", seeking to change society and obtain "total commitment" from the population.[47]
Robert O. Paxton finds that even though fascism "maintained the existing regime of property and social hierarchy", it cannot be considered "simply a more muscular form of conservatism" because "fascism in power did carry out some changes profound enough to be called 'revolutionary.'"[228] These transformations "often set fascists into conflict with conservatives rooted in families, churches, social rank, and property."
And that's what she...is. I'm not going to say Kotoko is part of a secret evil organization or anything like that. She is an underdog, at least at the start of Milgram. She's a single individual up against society and social order. A Heroic individual standing up against erroneous social structures.
Really, Kotoko presents as very classically heroic, she's directly acting to save people, confident, doing real research, actually finding those who deserve punishment and bringing it upon them.
She's determined, she's strong willed, even when she's suffering she doesn't stop.
T2Q6: Don’t you feel scared of killing people? A: If it’s for the world. How I feel about it is completely irrelevant.
It's sad and tragic, but she knows that if no one does it then nothing will actually change.
Kotoko: If you brag about hating evil, act against it! Carry on the belief that your actions can change this world! If you only brag about it from afar, the world will just continue to rot no matter how many of you are there!
She holds no attachment, no qualms, no second guesses. She does what is good at the cost of her own self, she's a heroic ideal in that sense. A hero so willing to do what is right even at the cost of their own self.
T2Q14: Don’t you feel a sense of isolation in your current situation? A: It feels like nothings changed. If the world gets even a little better just by me undertaking this isolation, then that is the role the strong play.
Someone who actually has the strength and intelligence to do the things that no one else can do.
T2Q7: Why did you choose law school? A: Because I have my suspicions. That’s the majority of my reason to why I chose to study it. Cause it’s unsightly to spout complaints without having proper knowledge T1Q4: When did you start learning martial arts? A: In elementary school, perhaps. Without enough power, you can't enforce justice and do the right thing, can you?
Who actually acts instead of just waiting around for the world to fix itself.
Kotoko: You keep asking for it, but as soon as it happens near you by your own choice, you all start complaining and evading your responsibility... You're always like this... Always such idiots!
Able to actually handle the problems thrown at her, instead of running away like a coward.
T2Q20: What would you have done if you weren’t forgiven? A: I’d despise it all. To compromise justice just because you’re unable to withstand the pain that comes with it is unbelievable
Fascism supports the creation of a New Man who is a strong-willed, dynamic archetype, a figure of direct action and bellicose violence. An anti-individualist, he is characterized by a sense of confidence and masculinity, quiet dignity and self-worth, determination, and authoritativeness. With a detachment from romantic love, family background and schooling, his worldview is romanticized, passionate, serious and realist, preoccupied with the honoring of fallen heroes, a strong belief in personal responsibility, national rebirth and renewal.
And there's something genuinely admirable about that intent of hers. It's sincere. She's disgusted at the state of the world, at how horrible it's become. Even implying that this isn't the Normal version of the world, but a distorted, corrupted one.
Becoming light-headed again, it all becomes crazy The normalcy sought for, Fading away, Everytime death comes The soul moves forward
1. The mythical past—used to invoke a nostalgia for a fictional time when the nation was great as it was not yet sullied by the “Other.”
Kotoko's ideology is built on an idea of the world's Unnatural Impurity. The idea that there is something corrupting and poisoning it. That Whatever is causing harm to the world is an External Thing. One that can be beaten if she puts enough pressure on it. At least for a while.
T2Q5: How do you deal with evil that can’t be bested by strength? A: Force it so that it can. No matter how long it takes, no matter what means I’ll need to use.
So I ask the question, what Does she consider evil?
Sinners
Okay, so she already answered this question, in her T1 interrogations she describes evil as:
T1Q20: What do you think is evil? A: Oppressing innocent weaklings.
Which is a pretty cut and dry answer that she elaborates on in her VDs:
Kotoko: Yes. I hate evil. Hurting innocent people with violence, taking away from others, killing people… I hate all this evil behaviour! The law being unable to judge some sins, there's too many of these cases in this world. Having clearly bullied and torturing the weak, but exploiting loopholes in laws, there's so many sinners who still live in such a carefree manner!
Case Closed! We don't have to think more about this! Everyone go home! The post is done!
... Okay so it's not as simple as that. It's pretty clear that Kotoko's opinions on evil and how it should be treated is a bit...
Kotoko: Treat you like a child? Hah, you’ve got to be kidding. Back when I was your age, I was already the person I am today. I don’t have any plans to let you get away with something just “because you’re a child.” ……remember that.
Extreme, to say the least. She's very "Violence First." Because:
T2Q16: Do you think there are the ‘weak’ among the other prisoners? A: I’m sure there’s a lot. Those with weak wills will easily turn to evil. The only thing we can do is firmly instil the risk of turning to it.
Which- There's another contradiction! She just defined evil as the ones who oppress weaklings, yet right here she shows her disdain for the weak for so easily turning to evil.
And again, in the same trial, she refers to the prisoners as:
T2Q11: Is there really no chance to start anew for wrongdoers? A: No way. Once a beast gets a taste for human flesh, it will always come back for seconds.
And continues to discuss the matters of the strong, and how there oppressing the weak.
T2Q10: What is your ideal image of a hero? A: An ally of the weak. Someone who helps the weak and crushes the strong.
These are two very conflicting ideas. It's almost like:
Fascist societies rhetorically cast their enemies as "at the same time too strong and too weak". On the one hand, fascists play up the power of certain disfavored elites to encourage in their followers a sense of grievance and humiliation. On the other hand, fascist leaders point to the decadence of those elites as proof of their ultimate feebleness in the face of an overwhelming popular will.
And not only that- Kotoko casts herself as an underdog, and the assumption of that role is presuming one as "weaker than" or "having less opportunity/power/skill" than the one above, the elites above her who are stronger and more powerful than her. The Beasts who roam the land. Who will always win, because, in her own words.
T2Q18: What would you do if evil disappeared from the world? A: I see where you’re getting at. But I believe it will never truly disappear.
"Pacifism is trafficking with the enemy" because "life is permanent warfare" – there must always be an enemy to fight. Both fascist Germany under Hitler and Italy under Mussolini worked first to organize and clean up their respective countries and then build the war machines that they later intended to and did use, despite Germany being under restrictions of the Versailles treaty to not build a military force. This principle leads to a fundamental contradiction within fascism: the incompatibility of ultimate triumph with perpetual war.
Kotoko: How amusing! Are you really a warden? Es: Shut up... Kotoko: You let their sins off just because they're close to you? You're making the punishment less severe just because they get along with you? What's next? Going to give them leniency for their looks? For their personality? For how long have you known them? Es: I told you... to shut up... Kotoko: Why would I? I'm trying to tell you the truth. In MILGRAM, a warden with mindset of yours is just usele- Es: Shut the hell up! [slaps] Kotoko: [catching breath] "Violence"... you call it? Being angry at hurting your precious prisoners... [laughs] Ha... It's not even violence at all. Es: ?.. Kotoko: Weak... You're too weak. With that fragile body of yours, you can't stop anyone. You can't protect anyone. You can't even do your justice. All imperfect. Es: Imperfect?.. Kotoko: In order to stop someone, you have to squeeze their throat. Without mercy.
There's this sort of...self victimization to it? If that makes sense.
6. Victimhood—casting “Us” as victims of “Them”, who are taking resources from “Us” and demanding special rights.
A sense of frustration and anger at herself and the world for being so weak and pathetic.
A form of political behavior marked by obsessive preoccupation with community decline, humiliation or victimhood
And that these feelings of weakness and shame are real reasons to attack who she views as enemies. No matter if they are strong.
the belief that one’s group is a victim, a sentiment that justifies any action, without legal or moral limits, against its enemies, both internal and external;
Or weak.
Because Kotoko holds a lot of genuine anger at who she considers "weak." As shown above and in Many other instances. She literally calls them "Useless weaklings" in her T2 voiceline. She has this Deep Anger and Bitterness at those who she considers not doing enough to help. To those who are failing to actually do anything of actual substance.
Kotoko: How ridiculous... It's always like this... All of you weaklings always act like this... All of you enjoy seeing someone getting hurt... (...) Kotoko: You keep asking for it, but as soon as it happens near you by your own choice, you all start complaining and evading your responsibility... You're always like this... Always such idiots! Es: I acknowledge it. You're the strong one, and we're weak. You're right. But that's how we are. Kotoko: You have no power, and yet you make no effort to gain it! You're talking about justice, but it just doesn't make sense! You're invested in people's disasters, yet you take a position of "I have nothing to do with it"! You can't even face your true selves!
"Contempt for the weak", which is uncomfortably married to a chauvinistic popular elitism, in which every member of society is superior to outsiders by virtue of belonging to the in-group. Eco sees in these attitudes the root of a deep tension in the fundamentally hierarchical structure of fascist polities, as they encourage leaders to despise their underlings, up to the ultimate leader, who holds the whole country in contempt for having allowed him to overtake it by force.
So, if the words strong and weak just refer to the enemy, and those descriptors of the enemy can change depending on which one is more suitable for the situation. Thus making the idea of the evil that are "oppressing innocent weaklings" be more a subjective concept.
Then...what else can we search for when it comes to determining how Kotoko views who is "evil."
Cause, it's not just because they don't agree with her. It wouldn't have mattered if they agreed with her or not really. Yuno says it outright:
Yuno: Really? If you ask me, Kotoko is someone I would never want to make my friend, though. She’s the type who picks a conclusion from the very beginning and won’t actually talk with you.
Kotoko has stated that she has been tracking Mikoto Kayano since the start. Even though at the time she was semi-amicable with everyone. With Mikoto even being rather insistent that he did nothing wrong at all.
Kotoko: Like me being suspicious of Kayano Mikoto’s actions, carefully tracking his actions, it's all under your permission.
And she's said this again in the interrogation! Saying that she had "her suspicions."
T2Q17: Why did you choose law school? A: Because I have my suspicions. That’s the majority of my reason to why I chose to study it. Cause it’s unsightly to spout complaints without having proper knowledge
Suspicious about what? About who? She says it's the evil, the sinners, but who is this? Who is this evil? Criminals? That's just the terminology she uses. If it really was just criminals shouldn't she be against MILGRAM? Es? They did kidnap her and she has no Knowledge of their true intentions, and yet she doesn't trust her fellow prisoners but the Guard who locked them up.
"Obsession with a plot" and the hyping-up of an enemy threat. This often combines an appeal to xenophobia with a fear of disloyalty and sabotage from marginalized groups living within the society (such as the German elite's "fear" of the 1930s Jewish populace's businesses and well-doings; see also antisemitism). Eco also cites Pat Robertson's book The New World Order as a prominent example of a plot obsession.
And so, I ask again. Who does Kotoko believe to be evil?
"Your Existence is a Crime"
Chauvinism (/ˈʃoʊvɪnɪzəm/ SHOH-vih-nih-zəm) is the unreasonable belief in the superiority or dominance of one's own group or people, who are seen as strong and virtuous, while others are considered weak, unworthy, or inferior.
Kotoko Canonically Holds Ableist Beliefs.
This isn't up for debate.
22/12/15 (Kotoko’s Birthday)
Kotoko: Hm. The border between the two is getting a lot vaguer. Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it. That is what Milgram, and Es, and I have chosen.
“UNDER” Doltish “001 Parasite”
Kotoko: “Fufufu, fufufufufu.You’re thinking some outrageous things.To be frank, it’s abnormal. But I don’t dislike it. If only all sinners were like you.”
Kotoko Also Canonically Holds Sexist Beliefs.
This also isn't up for debate.
Futa: Isn’t that obvious? What a stupid question. There’s no way a girl could win in a fight against a man. This is real life, not a manga. There’s too big a difference in body size. And that’s what determines the weight of your attacks. Kotoko: ……Futa’s not entirely wrong there In a lot of martial arts, they specifically split up divisions based on body weight for that reason. I’m bantam, and he’d probably be either cruiser or heavy.
“UNDER” Obscene “002 Slut”
Now, as much as the phrases "Obscene Slut" and "Your entire existence is a crime" is Loaded. Let's pretend, for a second, that this doesn't necessarily mean that Kotoko, to some extent, believes that mentally ill people are evil/wrong and that women are weaker than men.
For a moment, let us pretend that Kotoko didn't just tell us and go into the finer details of how she views strong and weak.
Cause, there is a bit of consistent framing Kotoko uses when she's talking about "the enemy." Those who contribute something meaningful to society (in her eyes) are ones who "contribute" something meaningful to society mainly through the usage of direct action, physical strength, and physical/mental durability.
T1Q4: When did you start learning martial arts? A: In elementary school, perhaps. Without enough power, you can't enforce justice and do the right thing, can you?
Kotoko: Es, look. Someone who committed a crime can only realise its severity through losing something. I've seen many criminals, but none of them would give way without pain.
Kotoko: Weak... You're too weak. With that fragile body of yours, you can't stop anyone. You can't protect anyone. You can't even do your justice. All imperfect.
Kotoko: You have no power, and yet you make no effort to gain it! You're talking about justice, but it just doesn't make sense! You're invested in people's disasters, yet you take a position of "I have nothing to do with it"! You can't even face your true selves! Es: Whatever you say. Kotoko: If you brag about hating evil, act against it! Carry on the belief that your actions can change this world! If you only brag about it from afar, the world will just continue to rot no matter how many of you are there! If you don't have strength on your own, let me take care of it, Es! I can do it in MILGRAM!
T1Q: What is your ideal image of a hero? A: An ally of the weak. Someone who helps the weak and crushes the strong.
T2Q14: Don’t you feel a sense of isolation in your current situation? A: It feels like nothings changed. If the world gets even a little better just by me undertaking this isolation, then that is the role the strong play.
Those who cannot do that and are "unable to contribute" or somehow disrupt the stable world, thus causing it's normalcy to "fade away" are parasites.
“UNDER” Doltish “001 Parasite”
Obscene
“UNDER” Obscene “002 Slut”
An existence that is disruptive to the world at large.
Kotoko: Your entire existence is a crime. And I will see you’re punished for it.
Who are Weak due to a issue in there mental state and need to be warned against the consequences of "turning to evil."
T2Q16: Do you think there are the ‘weak’ among the other prisoners? A: I’m sure there’s a lot. Those with weak wills will easily turn to evil. The only thing we can do is firmly instil the risk of turning to it.
Or be treated as irrational beasts that need to be firmly put down because nothing else will get through to them.
T2Q11: Is there really no chance to start anew for wrongdoers? A: No way. Once a beast gets a taste for human flesh, it will always come back for seconds.
Fascism emphasizes direct action, including supporting the legitimacy of political violence, as a core part of its politics.[264] Fascism views violent action as a necessity in politics that fascism identifies as being an "endless struggle";[265] this emphasis on the use of political violence means that most fascist parties have also created their own private militias (e.g. the Nazi Party's Brown shirts and Fascist Italy's Blackshirts). The basis of fascism's support of violent action in politics is connected to social Darwinism.[265] Fascist movements have commonly held social Darwinist views of nations, races and societies.[266] They say that nations and races must purge themselves of socially and biologically weak or degenerate people, while simultaneously promoting the creation of strong people, in order to survive in a world defined by perpetual national and racial conflict.[267]
Social Darwinism is the study and implementation of various pseudoscientific theories and societal practices that purport to apply biological concepts of natural selection and survival of the fittest to sociology, economics and politics.[1][2] Social Darwinists believe that the strong should see their wealth and power increase, while the weak should see their wealth and power decrease.
"The only thing we can do is firmly instil the risk of turning to it."
Kotoko's ideological view is, at the very best, biased against those of marginalized groups or of "degenerate" thoughts and actions, and at the very worst, actively targets them because she personally believes that they Do Not Contribute to Society.
But we aren't done there yet.
Werewolves
Let's take that pin out now.
Kotoko has gone on record that she views Femininity as:
T1Q10: What do you think about the word 'feminimity'? A: It's one of the means you can take. It's something you can freely choose depending on the scene, so it's not something to cling onto.
Now, as I have shown. She's kinda sexist. Which throws into question how she perceives herself.
Since, I have just asserted the idea that Kotoko does, at the very least, hold some concerning ideas about Women, and I think most people would notice that this is a bit contradictory when she herself isn't really the feminine ideal as decreed by the patriarchy either.
Now, just to be clear here, no, I do not think women should be baby machines. I am a cat who cannot perceive it properly.
However, if we are going by the strict gender binary and the stereotypes associated with it. Kotoko is pretty masculine. She puts focus on physical strength, she's mentally strong in the face of ills, she doesn't show much emotion, so on.
However, as Utena and also The World has proven to us. Just because you present or act in "non-traditional manners" doesn't mean You've Deconstructed the Gender Binary and the Patriarchal View of the World we Learn from the Society around us.
You can be the butchest girl the prison can handle and still hold traditional gender roles.
And the way Kotoko interacts with the world indicates that she still Holds these ideas, even if she has deconstructed them a bit, and since we are talking about her ideology...
Fascist Italy promoted what it considered normal sexual behaviour in youth while denouncing what it considered deviant sexual behaviour.[271] It condemned pornography, most forms of birth control and contraceptive devices (with the exception of the condom), homosexuality and prostitution as deviant sexual behaviour,
Sexual anxiety��as the “Other” embraces non-traditional approaches to sexuality,
But, going further into the way she views masculinity specifically...
"Machismo", which sublimates the difficult work of permanent war and heroism into the sexual sphere. Fascists thus hold "both disdain for women and intolerance and condemnation of nonstandard sexual habits, from chastity to homosexuality".
Machismo, Exaggerated pride in masculinity, perceived as power, often coupled with a minimal sense of responsibility and disregard of consequences. In machismo there is supreme valuation of characteristics culturally associated with the masculine and a denigration of characteristics associated with the feminine.
Futa: Isn’t that obvious? What a stupid question. There’s no way a girl could win in a fight against a man. This is real life, not a manga. There’s too big a difference in body size. And that’s what determines the weight of your attacks. Kotoko: ……Futa’s not entirely wrong there
"Without enough power, you can't enforce justice" is what she said, isn't it?
Road to Hell
Okay, there was 700 more things I wanted to talk about but because I haven't even gotten into:
Through all of that, there would be one great leader who would battle the representatives of the old system with grassroots support.[1][2] In the fascist utopia, one mass of people will supposedly appear who have only one goal: to create their new future.[1][2] Such a fascist movement would ideally have infinite faith in its mythical hero who would stand for everything the movement believes in.[1][2] According to this utopian ideology, under the guidance of their leader the country would then rise like a phoenix from the ashes of corruption and decadence.[1][2]
Or her ideals of heroism or her view of violence in detail or-
But I think I can leave that to the people reading this. This post is getting really long and I'm trying to still keep it structured. I know all my links are Wikipedia and one Britannica. I had the energy to transcribe my dad's books on this I would.
However, we also do need to ask, where does this leave us?
Y'know, since Kotoko is the Audience Parallel and Milgram is a Social Commentary Webseries.
Well, Kotoko is a character in fiction, and fiction is the safest place to explore this. Kotoko Yuzuriha is a familiar character in the sense that a lot of people are like her actually.
Gunsli has brought up the idea that Kotoko was radicalized by news, and I personally think All the characters in Milgram have underlying right wing ideas and violent views on the world. It's not something...unique to them even. We call them conservative and traditional because to a lot of people it's "just the way the world works." Kotoko’s not special or unique for believing in these things.
She’s asserted multiple times that she’s had a “normal life” and whether or not you doubt the validity of that statement. There is nothing inherent about Kotoko that makes her more susceptible to this.
And I think those are themes that are worth exploring.
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regarding your piece “outlaws” is it intended to be like an apartment or a spaceship? until corrected, and probably still after, i’m choosing to believe that swindle is doing the equivalent of living in his van
that being said, where *do* the other (they don’t let him inside 💔) decepticons live? I don’t think it’s been shown thus far
hey, that’s a great question!
the “outlaws” piece you see is from an earlier point in the war, and the location is Swindle’s passenger ship, The Knave. It isn’t meant to be a living space, but he’s converted it and uses it a bit like an RV/motor home. Since he spent most of his time (and kept a lot of his stuff) in there, it was one of his prized possessions. In the Outlaws pic he has it parked in a mostly Autobot occupied part of downtown Protihex, where he operates it like a caravan to sell weapons and things to patrolling soldiers.
This actually brings up a great opportunity to talk a bit more about locations, specifically airships and spaceships (I promise it’s relevant to the main Cons);
So, there are many different types of aircraft (beyond the Bots who can physically fly, obviously). On the smallest side you get tactical drones and fighter craft, which are either remotely manned or manned by one Bot, who physically controls the ship by hooking up to a sensory chamber-style pod. These are much less ideal than having a flightforme, but were developed out of necessity, given the central Cybertronian government and fliers have tended to be on opposite sides at different points of history (this trend remains true for the Autobots, who are at a severe deficiency).
Next up are scout ships, which fit a small squadron of Cybertronians (think the size of the X wing in starwars).
After that you get into passenger ship territory, where aircraft have multiple rooms. Swindle’s ship fits this category. They aren’t intended as mobile residences and moreso exist to carry large quantities of ‘Bots over a longer distance, like a train or a cruise ship with basic amenities, but as the war progressed it was hard not to find different uses for them.
Passenger ships can be very specialized, and the only major difference between the larger varieties and true warships is that passenger ships aren’t outfitted with guns or any other involved defenses. Ferry ships are extremely massive passenger ships designed in Nova’s expansion era with the intent of carrying nearly a city’s worth of people across space, to populate new colonies. As suggested, most of these ships were built well before the war, so their defense capabilities weren’t geared for conflict.
The last category, as suggested, are warships. Most warships were manufactured during the war, but there are some that were recovered from pre-Quintesson era. These can range in size from the capacity of a small hotel to an entire military base, or even a city. Their scope is only limited by the ability to fuel them, and many warships were designed to act as mobile camps in the event of crisis and exodus.
As of the current day, the Decepticons have essentially been exiled. The last major conflict on Cybertron put the Autobots in control of most major territories and left both sides materially decimated. Until they can regroup and establish resource control again, the only real strategy the Decepticons have is to lay low and survive.
This leaves Megatron, Starscream, Soundwave, Lockdown, Ravage, and Knockout on the Determination, which is a small scale warship. Like many slapdash offensive craft, it is flimsy and unreliable, but currently their only real option.
You haven’t seen most of it, but I can give you some sneak peeks:
you’ll see what these are for very soon…
As of right now, that’s all I have for you on spacecraft! I hope that answered your question :) thanks!
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Over and Over (MV x CS)
Chapter 2. Do you know?
Max has always known, he wonders does Carlos know too?
It’s late February, with a typical seaside chill in the air, but nothing compares to the cold atmosphere surrounding Toro Rosso’s newest driver. Max can feel it—the skepticism. He’s not even eighteen yet, and he understands why. If it weren’t for his ability to drag that shitbox of a car to pole more times than it deserved in F3, maybe it would get to him. So, he stands tall—awkwardly, as any seventeen-year-old would—no choice, really, with the shadow of his father constantly looming behind him, ready to steer him like the cherished project he’s become.
But Max doesn’t care, not about the yelling, the spittle, or whatever his father has thrown at him through karting, the feeder series, and now here. He loves racing—he’s good at it—and driving a car to its limit feels almost effortless. Yet, that’s not what excites him now—not even the STR10 his father has been endlessly droning on about, going over the changes and improvements from last year to suit Max’s driving style.
None of it matters. Not the relentless coaching or the advice he barely listens to anymore, nodding only to keep his father off his back. Because Max knows what's waiting for him on the other side. He’s always been aware of it—the other half of himself, walking somewhere in the world, always nearby, ever since his consciousness first blinked into being. He’s carried this deep knowing that he’s following someone else’s tracks, trying to find them. He’s sensed them, at times, throughout his life, enough to know who it is. But he’s never been sure whether they felt it too.
Now, though, they’re teammates.
With each step Max takes toward their garage, he can’t help but wonder how they’ll react to the bond. Will there be that soulmate spark like in the movies—two magnets snapping together—or will they embrace, unable to let go, like in the books Victoria reads? There’s a heady thrill in knowing what awaits him: his soulmate. His boyish excitement is obvious, and he quickens his pace. His father, mistaking his urgency, comments on how much he likes Max’s sudden enthusiasm for seeing the car.
Finally, Max rounds the garage, stepping inside with little fanfare, enduring the slaps on his back while his father takes charge, gloating on his behalf. Max is distracted, his attention fixed on one person. He moves toward him: Carlos, deep in thought, his gaze distant as he listens to his father speak. Max wonders idly if overbearing fathers come with the soulmate package in this life, because whatever Carlos is hearing is making his shoulders rise higher and higher until they’re nearly at his ears.
Suddenly, Carlos turns toward him. Max notices the shift—the way Carlos’s lost stare sharpens in recognition, then something more. They lock eyes, and Max watches as the tension in Carlos’s shoulders eases, a wave of calm settling over him. Carlos’s cheeks and nose are flushed red, but they hold each other’s gaze. When Max continues forward, he sees Carlos’s body sway slightly in his direction.
“Hi, Max.” Max extends his hand for a handshake, aware of all the eyes on them in the garage, especially their fathers’.
“Hello, Max, I’m Carlos,” comes the belated introduction as Carlos clasps his hand. A sense of peace, bliss, and home hums where their palms meet, fingers curling together.
“Nice to finally meet you, Carlos,” Max replies, a smile breaking across his face. Carlos feels warm, alive, and Max can’t help but zero in on the space where they stand. For a moment, he’s pulled into the past, catching a glimpse of another meeting where he kissed this same hand, centuries ago—names and places lost to time. Then, he’s back in the garage, squeezing Carlos’s hand to confirm the present. Max wonders if Carlos remembers too, if he saw the same vision, because Carlos wears that same sweet smile he gave Max all those years ago.
Just then, a hand claps onto each of their shoulders—their fathers. Carlos tries to pull away from their prolonged handshake, but Max holds on, letting their palms slide apart slowly, fingers tangling one last time before he steps back.
“I see you boys have met already. Sainz, how are you?” Jos asks, failing to hide his smug smile as he claps Max, his prized trophy, on the shoulder.
“Good, good. Winning championships, you know, Jos?” Sainz Sr. replies, a jeering smile of his own, making Max’s father scowl.
While their fathers posture, Max keeps his gaze locked on Carlos, and Carlos on him. Max wants to reach out again, every part of him alive with the pull of their connection. A deeper part of him aches to hold Carlos against his chest, to feel the softness of his hair and the stubble he’s growing in this life. He wants to walk, sit, run, dance—whatever Carlos desires—by his side. He wants to ask, Do you remember? Do you know? Are you happy? Did you dream of me like I dreamed of you? I’ve been waiting… waiting for so long. Were you waiting for me too?
He snaps out of it when he sees Carlos being steered away toward his engineers by his father. Max’s own dad is angrily muttering under his breath about something Sainz Sr. said, but Max doesn’t care. All that matters is the small glance Carlos gives over his shoulder, like he can’t bear to look away either. And with that, something settles deep within Max— you were waiting too .
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Give me a Reason: Chapter 18 - "Unofficial Adoption'
N caught Uzi on the way down; looping his hands under her arms and her limp body resting against his chest, worry wracking his entire being as he glimpsed the small amount of blood on the back of her hand.
“Uzi!?” She was completely unresponsive, limbs all limp and head lolling to the side… was she supposed to be this light? It felt as though Cyn was in his arms, and she was six!
Tessa was at his side in a split second, voice hurried and urgent. “Need to get her in the car, she just spewed red.” She wrapped an arm around his back, the other lifting Uzi gently forwards so that she could help carry her.
“O-okay, yeah.” He stuttered “I-I got it, she's not heavy.” Tessa nodded, opening the back door to the car so that he could get her into the rear passenger seat, he held her in a princess carry, catching the attention of the few students that were still waiting either for busses to pick them up or their parents to. A murmur of snickers followed.
Did they not just see her pass out? Or unleash her guts out into a bush, flecks of red shining through? Whatever, they weren't important right now.
He sat her gently into the seat, buckling up her seat belt much like he would for his own little sister and adjusting it so it wouldn't rub into her neck, he threw her long forgotten backpack in too, thankfully not forgetting it like he would his own.
“Sit in the back, we're taking her into my office. I can patch her up.” He did as he was told, finding a place beside her and looking at her worriedly. He knew she'd been in pain, he knew! If only he'd pushed a little harder, maybe he could've convinced her to get help sooner.
Tessa broke the speed limit, heading into the opposite direction of the manor, deeper into town. N didn't know what to do, seeing a freind suddenly puke blood and pass out on top of him wasn't exactly something he knew how to deal with.
So he did the only thing he could think of, he took her very small hand and squeezed it gently, letting her know that someone was there, even if she was knocked out.
Tessa peeled into a small clinic, parking in an employees only spot in front of the white brick building, where she pulled the girl out of the back seat, N following close behind her with her stuff.
This was one of those moments where she was glad to have been to medical school, yeah, it was a little dissapointing when she landed a job here instead of in the big hospital in the next town (she suspected her parents had something to do with that…) but right now that was working in her favor.
N was right, she was light, like, a hundred pounds soaking wet kind of light that made her several times more worried about the girl. She pushed open the clinic doors, ignored her startled receptionist and made her way to her office, N trying to follow.
“Sorry buddy. You can't be in here, I've gotta do an exam.” N's eyes were worried, form trembling slightly, gripping onto Uzi's backpack like a stressball.
“B-But, I wanna help!” He whined, making his older sister smile breifly.
“You are, you've done super well so far, but now you gotta let me do my thing alright?” She put a hand on his shoulder and he whined before sighing, nodding softly as he sat right outside her office, in one on the weirdly uncomfortable waiting chairs.
“O-okay.” He mumbled, and Tessa ruffled his hair before closing her office door, Uzi propped up on the exam table, she was starting to stir now, hand pressed over her side as her eyes fluttered open, a low grown escaping her lips.
“Mmm… Huh? Wha…?” She lifted herself up a little, eyes darting around suddenly, fear gripping her features before they made a moment of eye contact.
“Tessa? What happened? Where am I?” At least she seemed perfectly aware now, but scared wasn't optimal either, Tessa put both her hands up in a placating gesture.
“You're in my clinic, you spewed red and passed out, so I brought you here.” She explained, and Uzi seemed to calm down slightly, but she didn't seem keen to stay, trying to get up though being stopped by both her height and a wince that had her going back down onto the exam chair.
“Hey, if there's blood in your bile that's not good. Let me try an patch you up.” The young doctor came a few steps closer, Uzi glared at her, if looks could kill, she'd be buried, but another wince, this one paired with a light hiss, and the girl seemed to admit defeat, nodding once in her direction.
Tessa was filled with relief, good, she'd cooperate, no need for a sedative.
“Can you tell me what happened? I will remind you that starting now I am your doctor, and nothing said here will leave this room.” That speech was practiced at this point, but it felt more poignant when it was N’s freind she was treating. The goth girl pouted for a moment, before grumbling;
“Got kicked in the stomach.” Uzi wouldn't meet her eyes again, but Tessa nodded carefully, hovering over the girl delicately.
“May I?” Tessa asked, gesturing to her, and at this she heard the girl give a small growl, Uzi herself lifting up her hoodie with a dusting of pink on her cheeks, giving the older woman a clear view of the now deep purple and black bruise on the goths side. Tessa winced.
“Ooh, got you good.” She whistled, putting on gloves before gently proding the wound, Uzi grunted in pain above her, but didn't give any more indication that it hurt at all.
“I've gotten worse.” She deadpanned, and Tessa really didn’t like the casual way she said it, but held that unprofessional feeling down for the time being.
“Right, mind if I take a quick flash of your insides, make sure you aren't bleeding?” She didn't wait for the answer, getting out the equipment for an Ultrasound.
“Uh… I guess.” Uzi replied, and Tessa went right to work, pushing up Uzi's hoodie a bit more before putting a dollop of clear goo on her stomach, trying to ignore the fact she could see the kids ribs poking through her chest, did no one feed her!?
Maybe she should start making even more extra food for N, just for her.
“Fuck! That's cold!” Uzi yelped. Tessa laughed at the reaction, smiling gently.
“Yep, that's pretty much the concensus, hold still yeah?” Tessa pressed the ultrasound gently into the skin, Uzi shivered and winced.
“Isn't this for looking at babies?” Uzi asked, gripping the side of the chair hard enough for her knuckles to go white.
“Yup! But it's the least intrusive way to take a peek in ya. Aaaand, there we are!” Tessa looked up at the imaging screen, looking for any particularly dark spots, thankfully, there weren’t many, some yes, but not nearly enough to be considered severe, or a reason to operate,
But she could see, vaguely, where her intestine had been pinched, which was probably what was causing most of her issues, the young doctor sighed in relief, but was also incredibly impressed, a pinched intestine would be enough to put anyone on the floor in agony, and Uzi was still walking, talking, and broody. Her pain tolerance much be off the charts!
“Right, nothing leaking, but your intestines been pinched, I can send you home with some painkillers and advice to not eat anything too crazy for a bit. Sound good?” Uzi nodded, before seemingly getting sheepish, rubbing her arm.
“I… don’t have any money to pay for anything…”
“Don’t worry about that. You’re friends with my brother, it’s alright.” The reply came automatically, Tessa waving it off with a smile. “It’s just ibuprofen anyway.”
“I don’t wanna owe you anything.” She murmured, and Tessa put a hand on her shoulder, giving her a radiant smile and a small laugh. “Girl you are a teenager, you got nothing I want. Just keep keeping my little brother company yeah?”
“W-where is N?” Uzi asked, a little more softly, and the young doctor could barely keep the smile off her face.
“Just outside, he was really worried about you, you pretty much collapsed on top of him.” Uzi went a little red, coughing into her sleeve awkwardly.
“In fact… N, you can come in now, I know you have your ear pressed to the door.” Tessa's voice was marginally louder, and within the next moment the door swung open, N racing to her side and wrapping her in a bone crushing hug.
“Oh my god are you okay!? Why did you keep saying you were fine when you weren't!? What happened?!” He asked so many questions at once she was having trouble keeping up, but it was his crushing hug that had her floundering more, when was the last time she'd been hugged? She couldn't even remember, she was trembling slightly now, very much not used to any kind of gentle touch.
“I-I'm fine! Get off N!” She yelped, instinctively trying to throw him off, but he was way too strong. She groaned outwardly as she crossed her arms, forced to accept his worried affections with a light blush.
Still… It was nice he cared so much…
“Alright, lay off little bro, don't want to suffocate her.” Tessa gently peeled him off handing Uzi a little baggy, a shake confirmed that a pill bottle was inside.
“I probably don't need to tell you how to take ibuprofen right? Every six hours, no more then four per day?” Uzi nodded, looking back up at N, who looked like a kicked puppy.
“Thanks for catching me…” She mumbled, opening the bag and popping open the pill bottle, shaking a pill into her hand and swallowing unaided. N beamed, but also looked slightly grossed out. Pill without water? Ew.
“Gotta say, you're a tough one, anyone else woulda come in here for that and they would've been writhing in pain.” Tessa complemented, making Uzi smirk.
“Told ya, I've been through worse.” She squirmed off the chair, legs at first unsteady, N holding his arms out to catch her before she batted his arms away, steadying herself with a deep breath.
“Am I free to go ooor?” She asked awkwardly, noticing that N had her backpack clutched in his hand.
“Oh you are absolutely not walking home like that. I'll drive you.” Tessa stood up, dusting off her coat, Uzi was about to protest, but a stern glare from Tessa had her sighing.
“F-Fine.”
Next ->
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Character Analysis of V/ Timeline of her getting back her memories/ whatever else is in here
Rewatching Murder Drones for the 5th (6th? 7th? I lost count) time right now. Got a lot of thoughts about V that I haven't seen anyone else mention, so I'm throwing them down here Be warned, senseless word vomit ahead. Something I find particularly interesting is V's memory throughout the series as well as how she treats N in relation to it
So, an analysis of her and N's relationship in the first episode. The disassembly drones have absolutely no memory of their time in the mansion at the start of the series, as well as their previous relationships That being said, scraps seem to carry over, like N's crush on V, and I think scraps of that also carried over to V. (Not in the form of a full blown crush, but more like she senses she cares about N for a reason she doesn't quite understand) And how does V respond to these phantom memories? Push them away and don't think about it, hence, the dismissive/avoidant way she treats N in the scene pictured above. And the memories are only phantoms and barely present, which makes it easy for her to simply focus on her programed mission, including trying to kill N when he "rebels like an angsty teen" At least, that's my two cents on it.
On to episode 2! First thing I'd like to point out is that she broke the chain somewhere between the gap between the beginning and the end of the episode (2:34)
(16:54)
She probably had her first encounter with Lizzie while N & Uzi were out investigating the J-solver. Speaking of the Absolute Slover, V doesn't recognize it at this point in the story, which is interesting because she (seems to) fully remember what happened with Cyn by Cabin Fever.
As a side note, while her "wanna do an autopsy?" thing can be brushed off as simply V being V, it could also be that she does recognize the solver and wants to get rid of Uzi. Do I find this likely? no, this is 100% me overthinking. moving on
Okay, this scene This has a very high possibility of being V trying to intimidate Uzi, but she's also kind of right. Nori had the solver, she was dangerous. But the thing is, she wasn't dangerous to Cyn's, and by extension, the disassembly drone's, mission. My theory is that V simply got lucky when hitting the mark on the Uzi's mom thing, but some things regarding the solver are starting to leak through and she just happens to pin it on the Worker Drones due to Uzi being a Worker Drone. Additional notes on the V scene at the start of the episode:
I find her bubble wand funny Also, she seems very okay with this for being a prisoner(?) Probably just likes messing with Uzi, if I'm being honest
But then there's the fact that she keeps up the whole "prisoner" thing even though she's fully capable of escaping. This is at least partially so she can go through with her murder plan in episode 3, but also partially so she doesn't have to leave N behind (especially, after the incident with Uzi) showing the first signs of her actually caring about N (with the show having prepped us to look for it beforehand using the mansion flashback) On to episode 3, AKA the first episode where V actually does stuff!
Ptff, V's little glance away
"Oh no, emotions, what do I do?"
(War flashbacks)
So, V 100% has most of her memories of what happened with Cyn by now, at least enough to have a good view of the picture
This scene is actually the first time we've seen V be somewhat vulnerable. Neat! Also, just last week she was pretending N didn't exist, and now she's asking him to run away with her? slow clap V, slow clap/hj
V just walks into the prom and is immediately ready to murder
also, what happened to
LIES
ptff, her disgust at the prom queen crown
she is so out of her element it's hilarious
V: wtf is happening THIS WAS NOT THE PLAN
annnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnnd I have reached the image limit, this shall be continued through reblogs
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WITHIN TEMPTATION's SHARON DEN ADEL Guests On 'Labyrinth' Single From Ukraine's BLIND8
Ukrainian band BLIND8 has released a new song, "Labyrinth", featuring Sharon Den Adel of Dutch symphonic metallers WITHIN TEMPTATION.
This collaboration is a landmark moment for BLIND8, which formed just before the Russian invasion of Ukraine and has become a leading light for rock music in its homeland whenever circumstances allow. They will be joining WITHIN TEMPTATION as the opening act on their "Bleed Out 2024" European tour this autumn, playing arenas across mainland Europe and the U.K.
The song is also being released worldwide via WITHIN TEMPTATION's own record label Force Music Recordings.
Sharon comments: "'Labyrinth' is not just a song; it's a testament to the enduring power of music. And even with Roman, the singer, and Ihor, the bass player, currently having been mobilized and in training for the war, BLIND8 continue to defy the odds, proving that even in the most challenging times, art can shine a light in the darkness."
BLIND8 remain committed and hopeful of spreading their message of solidarity, perseverance and defiance across Europe at the end of this year, playing to their largest audiences yet in huge arenas, when they support WITHIN TEMPTATION. The musicians have said that this song is their testament to the fact that even in the darkest times, music has the power to inspire and unite people.
WITHIN TEMPTATION will embark on a huge arena tour of Europe in the autumn of 2024. Joining them on this tour will be both WITHIN TEMPTATION's recent collaborative artists and longtime friends: singer Tarja Turunen (on select dates),German metalcore band ANNISOKAY, BLIND8, GREEN LIZARD and Ukrainian producer and vocalist Alex Yarmak.
The tour starts in September with two shows in The Netherlands (that sold out within days) and will continue throughout Europe in an array of impressive arenas. A number of dates have already sold out, with tickets running low across Europe.
Last fall, WITHIN TEMPTATION co-sponsored the Ukraine Aid Operations boat fundraiser for the Ukrainian Marines. They donated 6,000 euros for 30 patches, which they packaged with a limited-edition box of their latest album, "Bleed Out"
Four months ago, Den Adel spoke to Metal Musikast about WITHIN TEMPTATION's music video for the band's "A Fool's Parade" single, featuring Ukrainian producer and vocalist Alex Yarmak. Recorded amidst the streets of Kyiv with renowned Ukrainian video director Indy Hait, the clip captures Sharon at important Ukrainian landmarks. Asked what it was like to make a music video in the capital city of a country at war, Den Adel said: "Well, I was never scared to go there, because I was in good hands, to my opinion. We were helped to do this video and to organize everything, what we wanted to do in Kyiv, by the organization called Music Saves Ukraine. And they told us about the app that you had need to have. For instance, if you go into Kiev, which we did by night train from Poland, because there's no commercial flights from Amsterdam to Kyiv anymore. So we had to go by night train from Poland to Kyiv. And they told us to download an air-alerts app because everyone in Ukraine has that, and you can select a region that you are in and any incoming dangerous drones or airplanes, like MiGs, who are carrying a supersonic bomb or anything, they will put that in the app and you know what the danger is and how much time you have to go to a shelter. And there's shelters everywhere, even in the hotel that I was. And we once had to go underneath the metro station, because there was a MiG on their way. And sometimes it has a bomb, sometimes it doesn't. It's sometimes just looking and scouting where they can do something with the next airplane. And this time it wasn't wearing any supersonic bomb, which was good for us because it can wipe out a complete area in a matter of seconds."
In March 2022, WITHIN TEMPTATION was one of the artists who took part in a telethon concert in support of Ukraine. "Save Ukraine - #StopWar" united more than 20 countries and bring together more than 50 participants. The marathon was broadcast from Warsaw on the Polish TV channel TVP. In addition, broadcasters from many countries around the world rebroadcasted the marathon on their local channels.The "Bleed Out" album was released last October.
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TW: "THE HOUSE FELL MARGINALS!"
"I killed so many bandits that I feel like Cabo Bruno."
Identification: Mr. Policeman
Lead Researcher: Dr. Öctavio Kalev
ANM #: ANM-911
Classification: Assistant 🔵 | In service 👮
Anomaly Type: Sentient, Military Entity
Damage Type: [Unidentified]
Control: ANM-911, or "Officer Hoyt," is authorized to operate within the designated perimeter of the Lisbon Natural Reserve (LNR), Portugal. The area, measuring 10 km², is monitored by a combination of the Institute's covert surveillance drones and undercover personnel. These assets are to observe but not interfere with ANM-911’s nighttime operations.
Due to ANM-911’s nature and its useful role in eliminating criminal elements, the entity should not be contained or antagonized unless it poses a direct threat to MOTHRA personnel or civilians. Any interaction with ANM-911 must be handled by personnel with Level 3 security clearance or higher and should be limited to verbal exchanges. Civilians who come into contact with ANM-911 should be amnesticized after encounters, with memories replaced by common folklore about a ghostly police officer haunting the LNR.
Although ANM-911 primarily acts against criminals, it is known to misinterpret undercover MOTHRA Foundation personnel as outlaws. All personnel must display special identification badges containing anti-recognition sigils to avoid hostile interactions with the anomaly.
Description: ANM-911 is the anomalous form of a former police officer named "Officer Hoyt," who was part of the now-dissolved "Eagles of Freedom" task force that operated in Lisbon, Portugal, in the late 19th century. This task force focused on combating anomalous criminal activity in the region, particularly within the Lisbon Natural Reserve. ANM-911 retains Officer Hoyt’s physical appearance, though heavily distorted.
The anomaly resembles a tall humanoid figure dressed in a torn, worn police uniform with a badge bearing the name "Hoyt" and an insignia from the now-defunct task force. ANM-911 carries a steel baton that is abnormally durable and covered in what appears to be dried blood. Its most striking feature is its glowing red eyes, and when agitated, the entity’s mouth stretches to an impossible width, grotesquely distorting its face.
ANM-911’s primary anomalous trait is its ability to identify individuals with criminal backgrounds. The exact mechanism is unknown, but Hoyt can instantly determine a person’s criminal history and intentions, even if concealed or encrypted. ANM-911 has been observed locating criminals within a 10 km radius, tracking their movements, and confronting them with extreme speed and precision. It is equipped with an anomalous vehicle: an old police car resembling a mid-20th-century model, with faded paint and rust. This car can travel at incalculable speeds regardless of road conditions and appears immune to physical damage.
When ANM-911 locates a criminal, it confronts the individual aggressively, resembling a caricature of an irate police chief. ANM-911 issues loud, sarcastic warnings, often laced with profanity, before demanding the criminal perform humiliating or exhausting tasks. Common orders include:
Performing 500 push-ups on the spot
Reciting the complete set of local police rules and regulations
Publicly confessing their crimes in detail
Crawling for 1 kilometer on all fours, barking like a dog while ANM-911 threatens to strike with its baton if they stop or slow down
Singing the national anthem while doing jumping jacks—ANM-911 insists it be sung loudly and in perfect pitch, hurling insults if they falter
Writing an apology on the ground with their nose—ANM-911 forces criminals to kneel and use only their nose to "write" an apology for their crimes on the ground
Counting every blade of grass in a 10-meter area—ANM-911 demands that criminals count and report each blade of grass, often interrupting them to restart if they seem to have missed any
Balancing on one foot while reciting the alphabet backward—The criminal must balance while ANM-911 patrols around, ready to strike with the baton if they lose balance or mispronounce a letter
Saluting and complimenting each tree in the area—ANM-911 orders the criminal to stop at every tree, salute it, and offer a flattering compliment as if addressing a superior officer
Performing 100 jumping jacks in the mud—ANM-911 forces criminals to perform exhausting jumping jacks in the mud, sometimes splashing more water on them while mocking their form
Cleaning its police car using only their tongue—ANM-911 orders criminals to use their tongues to clean its old, battered police car, pointing out missed spots or spreading more dirt to prolong the task
Pretending to be an airplane while running through the forest—The criminal must run through the forest with their arms outstretched, making engine noises while ANM-911 follows closely, mocking their "flying skills."
These tasks, though humiliating, are designed to break the criminal’s will without direct violence, allowing ANM-911 to exert control over their behavior through psychological pressure and embarrassment.
Officer Hoyt uses his baton in a threatening manner, though rarely follows through unless the criminal resists or attempts to flee. In cases of evasion or aggression, ANM-911’s anomalous abilities become more pronounced. It can stretch its limbs to inhuman lengths, enabling it to capture escaping individuals. Furthermore, ANM-911 has demonstrated a high degree of regenerative ability, recovering from gunshots, amputations, or other significant injuries in seconds.
The entity exhibits increasing aggression in response to the severity of the criminal’s record. Minor offenders are subjected to verbal abuse and forced to perform tasks, while those with violent criminal histories or records of anomalous activity are treated with greater hostility. In these cases, ANM-911’s physical distortions intensify, with its body contorting into unnatural shapes as it approaches its target. It can pursue these criminals relentlessly, showing no signs of fatigue or injury.
Once ANM-911 apprehends a criminal, their fate varies. Minor offenders are typically left incapacitated but alive, while serious criminals often disappear after their encounters with the anomaly. MOTHRA Foundation investigations have found no trace of these individuals post-encounter, leading to speculation that ANM-911 either transports them to an unknown location or exterminates them in an undisclosed manner.
History: Officer Hoyt was a highly decorated police officer within the Institution’s internal security division, tasked with overseeing anomalous investigations in urban areas. As part of the "Eagles of Freedom," Officer Hoyt was known for his unorthodox but effective policing methods, earning a reputation for being tough on crime, especially within anomalous communities. However, after an ambush by an organized crime syndicate involved in anomalous trafficking, the entire task force was killed in action, except for Officer Hoyt, whose body was never recovered.
It is unclear how Hoyt became ANM-911. However, his behavior, speech patterns, and choice of targets align with his pre-anomalous identity. ANM-911 still believes he is fulfilling his duty, though with extreme and distorted methods.
ANM-911 Addendum-1: Recent reports indicate that ANM-911 has expanded his patrol area within the Lisbon Nature Reserve. He has also begun targeting high-level anomalous criminals, some of whom are connected to the Institution’s ongoing investigations. The organization is debating classifying Hoyt as a "Helper" since his actions have aided in the apprehension of several anomalous threats and criminals.
The relationship between ANM-911 and MOTHRA remains tenuous. Although he does not recognize the current Institution personnel’s authority, he seems to have residual loyalty to the organization, particularly those who align with "law and order." Efforts to re-establish formal communication with ANM-911 are ongoing.
ANM-911-Beta Incident: During a routine investigation of a smuggling network in the LNR, two Institution agents were mistaken for criminals by ANM-911. Despite showing identification, ANM-911 aggressively pursued the agents in his police car, causing significant damage to the surveillance vehicle. Only by evacuating the area and using advanced amnestic grenades were the agents able to escape.
ANM-911-03 Audio Log – Lisbon Nature Reserve Patrol
Date: 03/14/2023
Time: 02:17 AM
Incident Type: ANM-911 Criminal Apprehension
Personnel Involved: N/A (secret recording device placed in the area)
[Sounds of an old police car skidding to a halt, gravel crunching under the tires. Faint nighttime sounds of the reserve in the background. A door slams open forcefully, heavy boots hitting the ground quickly.]
ANM-911: [Yelling] "STOP! You think you can outrun me?! YOU THINK YOU'RE FASTER THAN THE LAW, YOU FILTHY PIECE OF SHIT?!"
[A man's panicked breathing can be heard as footsteps drag through the dirt.]
ANM-911: "STOP RIGHT THERE! You're not getting away, you scumbag!"
[A wet thud is heard as ANM-911 grabs the man, throwing him to the ground. The man's groan of pain is audible.]
ANM-911: "HOW TALL ARE YOU, CITIZEN?! I DIDN'T KNOW YOU COULD STACK SHIT THAT HIGH! What are you, 5'7", or just a waste of space that learned to stand up?!"
[The man stammers, trying to respond.]
Man: "I—I don’t—"
ANM-911: [Shouting over him] "SPEAK UP! Where are you from, HUH?"
Man: I—I—I—I’m f—from—
ANM-911: YOU CAME OUT OF YOUR MOTHER'S CUNT! YOU HEARD THAT?! Yeah, I bet she’s real proud of the fine criminal specimen you turned into!"
[The man sighs and groans as ANM-911 moves closer. The sound of steel hitting the ground, presumably ANM-911’s baton, echoes in the audio.]
ANM-911: "You think you’re tough? YOU THINK YOU’RE SOME KIND OF BIG-SHOT HITTER? You rob people, huh?! You think the law doesn’t apply to you, huh?! WELL, GUESS WHAT—IT’S YOUR LUCKY DAY, BECAUSE I’M HERE TO REMIND YOU, YOU’RE NOTHING BUT A GODDAMN LOWLIFE!"
[ANM-911 kicks the man in the back. Heavy breathing from both can be heard. ANM-911’s tone becomes eerily calm, dripping with sarcasm.]
ANM-911: "Tell me, how long you been at this, citizen? Huh? I BET YOU THINK YOU’RE SOME KIND OF EXPERT THIEF. LOOK AT YOU. I bet you’re REALLY PROUD OF YOURSELF, breaking into homes like a sewer rat. What was it? A few wallets? Maybe a nice watch for mommy and daddy? I SERVED 28 YEARS IN THE MILITARY, CITIZEN, only got booted after I killed a few deserving punks like you… that’s why I joined the police… [ANM-911 smacks his baton against his palm.]
Man: [Gasping, trying to speak] "I-I didn’t—"
ANM-911: [Interrupting, mockingly] "OH, YOU DIDN’T KNOW? You didn’t know it was ILLEGAL to rob people? Or is that something you just forgot? JUST LIKE YOU FORGOT TO GROW A BRAIN?!"
[ANM-911 stands over the man, tapping the baton in his hand.]
ANM-911: "Alright, citizen. You know what’s coming next, don’t you? Get up. ON YOUR FEET. No? Too tired? GREAT! I LOVE seeing criminals suffer."
[The sound of the man coughing and struggling to stand is barely audible.]
ANM-911: "Now listen up, you piece of trash. You’re gonna drop down and give me 500 push-ups RIGHT NOW. And after that, you’re gonna recite every police rule in this area. If you miss a single one, I SWEAR I’LL MAKE YOU START OVER. GOT IT?!"
Man: [Stammering] "I-I can’t—"
ANM-911: "YOU CAN’T WHAT?! BREATHE? Oh, too bad, because I DON’T GIVE A DAMN IF YOU CAN’T BREATHE! YOU’RE GONNA DO THOSE PUSH-UPS UNTIL YOUR ARMS FALL OFF. And if they do? GUESS WHAT? I’LL BEAT YOU UNTIL YOU LEARN TO USE YOUR LEGS INSTEAD OF YOUR ARMS!"
[The man begins doing push-ups, wheezing and coughing between reps. ANM-911 paces back and forth.]
ANM-911: "LOOK AT YOU. Pathetic! My grandma could do better push-ups, and she’s been dead for 20 years! You’re EMBARRASSING YOURSELF, and frankly, YOU’RE EMBARRASSING ME! Is this what passes for criminals nowadays?! I’VE SEEN DEAD SQUIRRELS WITH MORE FIGHT!"
[The sound of the man gasping, his heavy breathing, as he continues trying to do push-ups.]
ANM-911: "Faster! You think prison’s gonna let you off easy, huh?! You’re lucky I found you first. Prison guards? They’d make you their personal puppet. Yeah, you’re getting off easy now!"
[The man collapses on the ground, panting.]
ANM-911: [Laughing] "Ah, tired already? That’s fine. You’ve got all night to become a REAL MAN, citizen. We’re gonna get REAL cozy. You, me, and my trusty baton. If you’re not doing push-ups, maybe I’ll just drag you behind my car for a while—SEE HOW LONG YOU CAN KEEP UP! HAHAHA!"
[The audio cuts off as ANM-911’s laughter echoes in the distance.]
[...]
End of Log
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[“The belief that the troubling circumstances we have come to tolerate are impervious to change can itself become an excuse for resignation. It can fuel the kind of apathy that prevailed among the “passive democrats” that Everett Hughes described in his Frankfurt diary. The resignation is unwarranted, because, like most aspects of the social order, dirty work is not immutable. It is a function of laws and policies, of funding decisions, and of other collective choices we have made that reflect our values and priorities. Among these choices is whether to recognize the immense harm it causes, not only to innocent people and the environment but also to the people who carry it out.
The anguish such workers experience may elicit little sympathy from those who feel that anyone who participates in a cruel or violent system must be held accountable for the suffering they cause, even if, afterward, they harbor shame or regret about what they have done. As Primo Levi affirmed in “The Gray Zone,” doubts and discomfort expressed after the fact by oppressors are “not enough to enroll them among the victims.” But Levi also called for judgment of the low-ranking functionaries in oppressive systems to be tempered by awareness of how susceptible we all are to collaborating with power, and by an appreciation of the circumstances that lead relatively powerless people to be pushed into such roles. In contemporary America, the chief circumstance to consider, I have suggested, is inequality, which has shaped the delegation of dirty work no less than the distribution of wealth and income. More privileged Americans are spared from any involvement in such work, knowing it can be outsourced and allotted to people with fewer choices and opportunities. The result of this moral inequality is to ensure that an array of hidden injuries—stigma, shame, trauma, moral injury—are concentrated among those who are comparatively disadvantaged. These moral and emotional burdens have barely factored into the debate about inequality, perhaps because economists cannot measure and quantify them. But their effects can be equally pernicious and debilitating, shaping people’s sense of self-worth, their place in the social order, and their capacity to hold on to their dignity and pride.
Inequality also shapes the geography of dirty work and who is held responsible for it. As we’ve seen, the blame is rarely directed at the companies that profit from it or the public officials who have passed laws and policies that perpetuate it. More typically, it falls on the least powerful people in the system, “bad apples” who are singled out after the periodic “scandals” that shock the public—the same public that spent the preceding months or years ignoring what was being done.
In fairness, one can hardly expect the public to register concern about conditions it rarely sees. Dirty work is obscured by structural invisibility: the walls and barriers that keep what happens inside prisons and industrial slaughterhouses hidden; the secrecy that envelops the drone program; the nondisclosure agreements that the middlemen overseeing the cobalt supply chain are required to sign. These arrangements have had a “civilizing” effect, pushing disturbing events “behind the scenes of social life.” Yet there are limits to what even the most elaborate mechanisms of concealment can hide. In spite of the isolation and impenetrability of institutions like prisons and industrial slaughterhouses, plenty of information about what transpires within them leaks out. The secrecy cloaking the drone campaign has not stopped writers and documentary filmmakers from producing illuminating work about it, nor have nondisclosure agreements prevented NGOs from issuing detailed reports about the cobalt supply chain. The problem is not a dearth of information but the fact that many choose to avert their eyes, not only from dirty work but also from those who get stuck doing it, people with whom they almost never interact and find easy to judge.
What do we owe these workers?”]
eyal press, from dirty work: essential labor and the hidden toll of inequality in america, 2021
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2 5 and 9 for rui!! bonus points for 5 if its not a pjsk song ksdjhgdfj
sorry this is a bit late!!! was quite busy today.
2) favourite thing about this character
many things come to mind when im asked this question but one of the most personal and touching aspects of rui's character is definitely the unthinkable amounts of love he has. for everything.
how despite it all, he chose to love. despite his suffering, he chose to love. he could never bring himself to have ill intent towards anybody who has ever wronged him. he carries so much love for this planet, for every living thing that breathes. he handles plants with such tender care it makes me want to curl up into a ball and cry a little. even for inanimate objects like his drones and robots, he treats with such gentleness as if they were his own children. his mechanical darlings. you've got to be kidding me
and oh, how deeply he loves his friends, those who have led him through the dark with such tender, firm hands. those who put their trust in him, in him and his eccentric ideas and imagination with no limits. those who gave him a chance, those whose company says "i love you, i love you for who you are and i love being with you" more than words could ever express. those who make him question whether he's living his own life or one of an incredibly fortunate fellow in a stage play.
in the end, rui chooses to love. rui loves deeply and loudly in his own special way. and i think there's something incredibly meaningful about that.
5) first song that comes to mind
okinimesumama by eve :] his alt is my favourite rui alt in the entire game and it's just a very very ruicore song to me. iirc tokishun even said that it's a song that suits him very well BUT i may be wrong. don't quote me on that. I mean:
Waiting for the "1, 2..." signal Holding hands with you is An act of courage for me
Now, we form a circle and start to spin Bit by bit I come to hate it, but I come to like it Hey, hey, I don't even understand the meeting of my selves We steadily close the gap But we remain far apart
There's no meaning to being humble and respectful So bye-bye to my embarrassing dreams From now on, forever, let's get along
We now avert our eyes from each other Bit by bit I come to hate it, but I come to like it Hey, hey, I don't even understand the meeting of my selves I steadily become better But I'm crumbling to pieces Da-dum, you disappear before I can touch you
IT'S HIM!!! IT'S HIM! BUT ALSO i've been thinking my love mine all mine by mitski : )
'Cause my love is mine, all mine I love mine, mine, mine Nothing in the world belongs to me But my love mine, all mine, all mine
My baby, here on earth Showed me what my heart was worth So, when it comes to be my turn Could you shine it down here for her?
9) could you be roommates with this character
Absolutely Not. rui and i have many things in common, and not wanting to clean because we end up making a mess within a day is one of them. i don't think either of us would survive if you put us in an apartment for a month, actually. if you were to put two teenagers with an unbridled, hungry desire to create and the inability to take care of themselves, i do not think it would go all too well
maybe if there was like one other person who's very reliable, I'd consider it, but I'd just feel bad for them
on the other hand, we could really bond. fun times
THANKS SO MUCH FOR THE ASK :D i love thinking about this guy
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How to identify and track military aircraft in online applications
It is surprisingly easy to track what is flying above you, but there are limits - you will still see only what the military wants you to see.
Fernando Valduga By Fernando Valduga 12/24/2023 - 14:40 in Military
The system, known as ADS-B, allows you to quickly search for what is flying in your vicinity, or even on the other side of the world.
In the past, before the 2000s, people looked at the sky and saw the trail of condensation created by commercial and military jets at high altitudes and wondered what would be the aircraft that passed over our heads, where it was going, where it came from. Today, thanks to a worldwide transponder system, you can track even U.S. military aircraft.
About a decade later, it was already possible to follow commercial aircraft, knowing which airline, flight level, speed and route taken by the flights, being able to accurately follow the arrival of a plane at the airport.
Currently, equipped with a smartphone and with a particular app or website, we can find all this and much more.
Civil aviation authorities around the world began to implement Automatic Transmission of Dependent Surveillance (ADS-B) in the early years. The ADS-B is an aircraft-mounted transponder system that transmits a variety of information in real time, including the location, speed, direction of the aircraft and a unique transponder code for each aircraft. This information, plotted on a map, gives pilots and ground controllers the ability to quickly get a sense of the local airspace (or the airspace of most places on Earth).
Transponder signals can also be captured by cheap terrestrial receivers that amateurs, aviation enthusiasts and others can build for less than $100 using widely available hardware and software, some of which can be obtained on flight tracking sites.
Movement of aircraft tracked by the ADS-B Exchange around the world.
As of 2021, ADS-B transponders are mandatory in the USA, Europe, Australia, Colombia, India, Indonesia, Malaysia, New Zealand, Papua New Guinea, South Africa, Taiwan and Vietnam, and the system is being implemented in China, Canada and Saudi Arabia.
In the United States, almost every type of aircraft - from commercial aircraft and small private aircraft to military fighters, helicopters, bombers, tankers, information-collection aircraft, transport, special operations aircraft, drones and even VIP aircraft carrying the president and members of Congress - are required to transpose into controlled airspace.
A screenshot of the online flight tracking site ADS-B Exchange showing a snapshot of military flights in the United States on July 18 of this year on the ADS-B Exchange.
The information is not only available to the aviation community. The ADS-B Exchange website gathers aircraft tracking data and makes it available in real time, allowing anyone to track air traffic anywhere the system is working.
Unlike FlightRadar24.com or FlightAware.com - which rely on flight tracking data streams provided by the FAA and other international aviation authorities or obtained from Aireon's global ADS-B air traffic surveillance and tracking network, as well as ground-based ADS-B receivers - ADSBExchange.com relies on thousands of independently owned ground-based ADS-B receivers and multilayer devices, or MLAT.
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MLAT receivers in groups of three or four in a small geographical area use triangulation to track aircraft. In other words, if an aircraft is not using ADS-B for transponder as military aircraft sometimes do, MLAT receivers can still capture their S-Mode transponder signals and establish a position and tracking for an aircraft, as well as altitude and speed data.
The network of receivers of the ADSBExchange.com website includes 10,000 MLAT devices worldwide. As it does not collect flight tracking data from government or commercial sources, it may offer "unfiltered" flight tracking.
ADS-B Exchange merges ADS-B data with other publicly known data on military and civilian aircraft around the world. Individual aircraft are plotted on OpenStreetMap - a free geographical database of the world - represented by color-coded icons according to altitude. The icons range from individual autostos and Cessna 182 to four-engine Boeing 747 and Airbus A380 civil aircraft. Military icons include U-2, KC-135 Stratotankers, C-17 Globemaster III, C-5M Super Galaxy, V-22 Ospreys and so on, although fighters are often represented by a more generic icon model of swept wing and stuffy nose.
A click on the icon includes spatial information, including ground speed, altitude and location, ADS-B signal strength and other data. It also includes the registration of the aircraft, the country of registration and adds a photograph or thumbnail of the aircraft when possible.
All this means that, with the click of a button, you can instantly find out what is flying near you.
Although aircraft tracking has long been a niche hobby among aviation enthusiasts who like to catalog the comings and goings of aircraft, the public availability of transponder data in mid-air also offers journalists, researchers and other observers an effective means of tracking the movements and activities of the planes of the richest and most powerful in the world. The aggregation and analysis of public flight data shed light on the CIA's torture flights, the movements of the Russian oligarchs, and Google's friendly relationship with NASA.
Flights from ISR platforms tracked in the Ukraine region for a period of one month, at the end of last year.
More recently, these tracking techniques have gained international attention after attracting the wrath of Elon Musk, the richest man in the world. After buying social media giant Twitter, Musk banned an account that shared the movements of his private jet.
Despite repeated promises to protect freedom of expression - and a specific promise not to ban the @ElonJet account - on the platform, Musk censored anyone who shared the whereabouts of his plane, claiming that the data obtained entirely legally and totally public was equivalent to "murder coordinates".
A Global Hawk flown remotely with the indicater FORTE12 was the last aircraft tracked over Ukraine before the invasion of Russian forces and the closure of the country's airspace to civilian air traffic, according to the global flight tracking service Flightradar24.
Soon after the Russian invasion of Ukraine, a US Global Hawk, with the indication FORTE12, was followed almost daily by thousands of people on the Flighradar24 platform.
Publicly available flight tracking data is a growing problem for the U.S. military, a senior Pentagon official said recently.
Sites such as ADSBExchange.com, FlightRadar24.com and FlightAware.com aggregate flight data in the United States and abroad using a combination of commercial and citizen-owned sensors that capture the movements of commercial, civil and military aircraft in real time, 24 hours a day.
"The Department of Defense considers open source flight tracking and data aggregation on our aircraft a direct threat to our ability to conduct military air operations around the world," the U.S. Air Force said.
An F-35 fighter was tracked in the Flightradar 24 app earlier this year, during a flight near Phoenix, Arizona.
Aggregated by websites and retransmitted on social media accounts, the data can be a free source of intelligence for nation-states, terrorist groups or individuals, revealing everything from operational movements of aircraft, aviation units and troops to training standards, development test flights and the movements of government officials, experts said.
This image shows a Beechcraft King Air configured for intelligence, surveillance and reconnaissance missions in the military aviation field of Baledogle, Somalia, in 2021. The U.S. civil registration code on the side was not assigned to any specific aircraft at the time and its exact operator remains unknown. However, this is very much in line with the types of aircraft that JSOC allegedly operates clandestinely and that would be interested in hiding the activities through the proposed aircraft flight profile management database tool.
Therefore, military aircraft routinely transmit their ADS-B data, but have the option to turn it off when necessary. The Pentagon is well aware that aviation enthusiasts - and potential opponents - monitor ADS-B data and that aircraft turn off transponders when they do not want anyone to observe them. Often when following the aircraft they simply disappear abruptly from the map.
The U.S. military is also known to use fake hexadecimal codes, which identify a transponder as belonging to a specific aircraft, to help mask certain sensitive flights. For example, the U.S. Air Force VC-25A Air Force One jet that transported President Donald Trump to Afghanistan in 2019 electronically disguised itself for a time as a KC-10 Extender tanker in this way.
As a particularly notable and relevant example of tracking high-profile U.S. military flights, the U.S. Air Force C-40 Clipper aircraft that transported Nancy Pelosi, then a representative of the Democratic Party in California and mayor, to Taiwan last year was visible online, despite concerns that the Chinese military might try to forcibly prevent the flight from reaching the island or harassing it otherwise.
This flight, which used the SPAR19 indicative, was one of the most tracked of all time in terms of total simultaneous users monitoring it on the popular website FlightRadar24, and ended up taking down the app for a period of time.
The Ghostrider trail on the night between November 20 and 21, 2023, on Radarbox.com.
In mid-November, something new happened: a U.S. aircraft involved in combat apparently left its ADS-B on, and did so intentionally. An AC-130J Ghostrider attack aircraft carried out an airstrike against a target that had launched a missile attack against U.S. forces at Al Assad Air Base in Iraq. The AC-130 gunship has a variety of weapons, including 30mm and 105mm cannons, and precisely guided bombs and missiles, and usually flies in lazy circles above its target, pouring firepower on the targets below. In Al Assad's retaliatory air attack, according to The Aviationist website, the Ghostrider involved apparently kept his transponder on all the time, drawing large circles on the ADS-B map and it was possible to be seen on the Radar Box website.
In Brazil, it is possible to track several military aircraft in aircraft tracking applications, including the most widespread Flightradar24. Next, you can see the KC-390, C-130 Hercules transport aircraft or T-27 Tucano coaches in flight near the Air Force Academy. The FAB has hidden data from the presidential aircraft A319 (VC-1) and E190 (VC-2) on these sites.
FAB T-27 Tucano aircraft are often seen flying near Pirassununga, AFA headquarters.
More recently, it was possible to follow the flights of the Brazilian Air Force that went to seek refugees and Brazilian citizens who were and Israel and the Gaza Strip. The KC-30 and KC-390 aircraft could be tracked in real time on the tracking platforms.
If you are a fan of military aircraft or just like to know what is happening when you hear the noise of aircraft engines, ADS-B is a free and reliable tool that you should use to track and identify planes. Observing fighters, spy planes and transport coming and going can help you get to know your armed forces. Just keep in mind that, at least when it comes to military flights, you will only see what the military wants you to see.
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From Christmas Eve, the flight tracking site Flightradar24 will be keeping an eye on Santa Claus and his reindeer Rudolph, Dasher, Dancer, Prancer, Vixen, Comet, Cupid, Donner and Blitzen as they accelerate around the world.
Initially tracking Santa Claus was a challenge, but thanks to an ADS-B transponder installed a few years ago and the reindeer horns functioning as an additional antenna, Flightradar24 uses a mixture of terrestrial and satellite ADS-B coverage to track Santa Claus during his busiest night of the year.
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Fernando Valduga
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tell me about your rw ocs!!
:D sure!
The main ones I've been doodling are Three Rivers and the Administrator (AKA Mini), who basically spawned out of faffing around in a giant doc of iterator headcanons. (I was trying to work out how an "off the string" scenario could be done with my particular headcanon interpretations of iterators and their puppets, and brain basically made up a guy, lol.)
Three Rivers is an iterator who manages to eventually remove their own taboos (and later goes off the string) via a very risky and roundabout plan:
Reassign abandoned citizen ID drones to a bunch of reasonably intelligent organisms
Do this enough times to establish the minimum number of "citizens" needed to revive a specific voting council
Have the "citizens" vote in a (rigged) election to promote one trusted organism (in this case, a personally selected and hand raised slugcat - that's Mini!) to the rank of Junior Administrator (Senior admin requires tougher credentials for approval, unfortunately)
Get your new Junior Administrator to disable the basic antivirus security and administer a homemade taboo-erasing retrovirus into your systems! Preferably foolproof this step as much as possible so even a slugcat with limited understanding of iterator technology can still carry it out effectively.
The security system flags your new administrator for "suspicious behavior" and "genetic ID mismatch" partway through the infection process, puts the rest of the facility into lockdown, and demands senior admin access to restore basic functionality
Uh
Whoops
That wasn't supposed to happen--
Ironically, TR wasn't even trying to get "off the string" at the time - she just wanted to be able to upgrade and maintain her own facility beyond what her own very limited system privileges allowed her, and the whole mobile puppet thing was kind of an afterthought? But once half the structure stopped cooperating and the inspectors kept trying to kill her little administrator, well... there were only so many options left.
So, using what limited resources they still had control over, they made a traveling puppet (yay self-modification!) and ditched their failing structure to set off out into the world, followed by a small entourage of slugcats and scavengers. The others don't have designs yet, but I feel like that would be a whole post all on its own, lol...
I'm still working on a design for the traveling puppet, but the idea is that it's basically derived/reconstructed from the same base organism used to create normal iterator puppets, just bigger, more robust, and generally capable of surviving independently of the superstructure! (The concept was loosely inspired by the likes of @/ikayblythe's reiterator AU, haha)
Due to the state of the facility, though, it's something of a rush job. It looks cool, but the mouth goes nowhere and is just for show, and it still has to manually flush slag by running a bunch of water through the pseudolymphatic system and directly dumping the Microbial Waste Goop out the back ports, and some of the other internal components are... not terribly efficient... and they had to ditch so much processing power to get this thing up and running before time ran out, but hey, it works, so cool proof of concept, right? Right??
anyway her nearest neighbor eventually catches this on an overseer and just about shits a brick lol
#thank you so much for giving me the excuse to ramble <333#rain world oc#rain world#oc: mini#oc: three rivers#my art#asks#my deranged mad scientist darling who gave a slugcat root access and then became a swamp creature...
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@nenestansunsthings I would absolutely love to talk about Deepcolor some more so thank you for giving me this prime opportunity. Although I'll preface everything I'm about to say with the classic 'I am not an expert or even particularly good at the video game Arknights'. I'm not doing big brain clears and I'm usually splashing around waves 1-4 of IS3 at the highest. I get through most new and old content with the classic winning strat of big fish with big numbers.
That being said, this is what you'll need to start off on the path of being a Squid Expert. A Squexpert, if you will. Now then:
This here is going to be your perfect Deepcolor.
Obviously she isn't going to be your go-to for DPS or serious tanking or anything like that, your general use for her is going to be as an opener. With her Module it costs 11 DP to get her and her first tentacle on the field (Yes that's the same amount you could use to put Mountain down instead but that's boring) so for most stages you pop her down asap right after your flagbearer and use her summons to block the early enemies around the map until you have DP to retreat them and set down your Big Boys. Easy, cost-effective, simple.
Aside from that, her summons are decently tanky for their cost so you can also use them to bait ranged attacks or the bomb drones or kill annoying spiders in the corner of the map. She can heal them back up too with her S1 if they survive, something none of the other summoners in the game can do so far (Though most of them have a way to refresh their summons, which Deepcolor can't do without retreating and redeploying). Basically you use the tentacles as mini-Gravels. With her module you'll have seven to work with, which is more than enough to get through most maps.
In SSS she's pretty much going to be a very cheap Supporter you can drop in and retreat immediately for free transfer permits, and in Reclamation Algorithm she's good for quickly scouting out around a new map with her summons. Nothing too fancy for those game modes.
The place I bring her out the most is as a starting pick for IS3, since in the early floors you'll usually have deployment slots to spare that she can fill right up with cheap blockers until you've built up your roster a bit more. You can use her S1 in situations where you need the summons to stay in place for longer, but her S2 can also come in clutch if Gopnik the One Punch or the invisible dog show up and you need to stall. For the cost of 3 whole hope you'll have 7 funny little tentacle guys with 35% dodge (50% at M3) that can keep the bear from hell in one spot for a surprisingly long time even with terrible RNG.
She's unfortunately useless against the duck, but you can't win them all.
You'll also find a whole lot of little spots in maps where you just need something that can safely kill a spider, or bait the stun snipers, etc etc. No she won't carry you past the third floor but she'll pull her weight very well while you're starting off.
Relics Deepcolor has good and/or funny synergy with are:
Glory Pack - Congrats you now have seven stun bombs ready to go anywhere on the map.
Sui's Wrath - And now you have seven random 3K damage airstrikes waiting to drop for 3DP a pop.
Glorious Kazimierz + The Return - 35-50% dodge on all allies in her range means she can really help these bad boys proc when you need them.
Timeworn Poetry Strips - Mostly self explanatory, but also: Unlike Ling, Deepcolor's summoning is only limited by your actual deployment slots. So she can put all 7 of her tentacles down at once with this, which is mostly just very funny to see.
Hand of Flowing Water/Stalwart Aid Books- I wouldn't recommend getting her just because you got these, there are other units that use them way better. Doesn't hurt to have them though.
There aren't any specific operators I can think of off the top of my head that she has unique synergy with, since the whole point of Summoners is just to fill in gaps when they're not soloing stages. But if you put her next to Andreana in your base or on a map I'll consider it a treat for me specifically.
#Arknights#My girl Deepcolor who I bring with me everywhere#this got long but I wanted to be thorough#If Hypergryph won't do anything with her#then by god the task falls to me and me alone#Also she straight up does a murder and I support women
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Charles interlaced his fingers, leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowed as he regarded the ongoing simulation in the Danger Room below. It's a deep focus, thoughts turning over each other, that furrows his brow. He glances, briefly, at Logan where he leans against the center console and stares through the glass of the window. Charles can see the tension in the other man's posture and the thin line of his mouth. He couldn't read Logan's thoughts but he could imagine them.
Misaka Mikoto was fifteen years old and the prodigal product of the MCP, a brutalistic program created by Academy City in Japan to train mutant children. Unlike any other program in the world, the MCP used a calculation based training. According to the studies that Charles had read about Mikoto, she was capable of producing electric charges as fine as miliamperes - with high precision. She knew how many columbs were in each of her shocks, could see and estimate the power of her fields, was actively solving high level equations in her head midst combat. Charles hadn't believed it. Hadn't believed a human mind, even with that level of training, would be capable of that level of precision. Until, he saw Mikoto for himself.
She had been at the Institute for three days, time enough for her to adjust from the time change and the jet lag, as well as acclimate to the new surroundings. Charles had hesitated, given her history, to run a full assessment of her but acquiesced when Scott pointed out that if she was going to be on the team - they would need to know what she was capable of. Every new student that hoped to start combat training underwent the entrance program: ten levels of increasing difficulty until failure. Mikoto had agreed and so, later in the afternoon, they ran the simulation.
She fought through a non-descript series of hallways, a maze populated by of drones and robots that worked as combatants. All of the 'enemies' were non-human, non-descript, winking out of existence as soon as they were defeated. A constant reminder that the fight wasn't real. It wasn't meant to be stressful or frightening, and to Charles increasing curiosity, Mikoto treated it as such. She ran through the levels, barely pausing to electrocute the hostiles before proceeding to the goal. She completed Levels 1-6 without breaking pace, or a sweat; so on they went, to more complex AIs, more durable and stronger enemies, and more difficult simulations. Charles wasn't sure what he was looking, or waiting, for. Yes, she had to slow down as the difficulty ramped-up, show strategic thinking instead of a blind charge but her reaction was functional and level headed. New students, even ones with combat experience, often panicked or became exhausted in their first Danger Room session. It was different, the constant escalation, the increasing demand on their powers and abilities, they reached breaking points quickly. Most did not pass Level 3 or 4. Mikoto however thrived and Charles knew why.
She was used to assessment.
What were they doing here? Waiting for her to reach some line of exertion and challenge, like every single student who had ever gone through this simulation had? Reaching Level 10 was supposed to be a graduation test. Except, Mikoto was not like their previous students, and this 'test' was feeling more like a formality the longer it went. Charles supposed they did need to know her upward limits, needed to know what would challenge her, to help her improve. Yet, this was far beyond what he'd expect of a student. He could see signs of exertion in Mikoto's form but she wasn't falling apart. She was working hard but not at her limit. Nowhere close.
"She's well trained," was Charles summation to Logan. Said with all the weight those words carried. She completed Level 9 and the Danger Room reconfigured for Level 10. "Dare I say, I think she's even having fun."
Level 10 was an intense simulation, a concentration of enemies using a variety of weaponry including rifles; using advanced and real tactics; and included aerial and ground drones. All of which were shock, impact, and heat resistant. She responded by ripping up sheets of metal to cleave them in half. Then, pulling coins from her shorts pockets to fire - streaks of gold and teeth shaking power - through the largest targets and clearing an entire hallway. She reached the end of the simulation and the planes of light faded into pale glimmers. Back in the plain space of the Danger Room, Mikoto gathered her hair off her sweat slicked neck, and rolled out her shoulders. Except for a couple scrapes, she looked as though she'd gone on a pleasant jog.
"Well, she's passed the student course with flying colors and in record time," Charles said to Logan. "I think you're going to have your hands full. Don't you agree?"
New students were always a challenge. Each one was something different. Some were homesick. Some were stubborn. Some wanted to make a splash day one.
Then there was her. Misaka Mikoto. The Railgun. She was different, and she knew it. Not just different in that she was better trained than any of her peers. Not just because she was an Omega level.
But because of what she'd been put through to get there.
Logan knew better than most. She didn't like conflating their experiences, but they'd both been experiments. Lab rats made to be poked and prodded, dissected and studied. Not people. Hardly even animals. Mostly just objects, just property. They didn't feel pain, they didn't get tired, they didn't get hungry, and if they did? Well, tough shit. That's just the price of scientific advancement.
It's worth it.
And this is what happened. If anyone ever made it out, they didn't know how to be a person. Sure, Mikoto wouldn't think that way. If you ask her, she's fine. She had a great life. Everything was absolutely perfect. Her school was great, the food was Michelin star, and she was perfectly happy. She was just fine.
Which is exactly why she was doing this to herself. Sure, she was good - hell, she was great - but that's the problem. A kid her age shouldn't be this good, especially not if she'd really grown up as cushy as she said. That was one of many hints that she was more like him than she was willing to admit.
Logan stood beside Charles, his arms crossed and his jaw working against nothing in particular. He wasn't allowed to smoke in the Danger Room - especially not the observation area. Fine. A rule he had to learn to grudgingly live with. But he could really use something to chew on right now. Helped him think - and he had a lot to think about.
"No kidding." He mutters. "That may just be the best time we've ever had from a recruit." He doesn't sound happy. He glances at Charles before looking back to the arena below. Kid barely broke a sweat. Her breathing had changed, but not nearly as much as was usually expected. Same with her heartrate. He'd been listening to both throughout her run, and her physical condition was far above what was expected. Logan took another breath and wrinkled his nose. The smell of burnt metal was getting too strong to tolerate. She'd totalled the place. Logan took a few steps closer to the window, until he was standing at the edge of the glass, staring down with that same troubled, thoughtful look on his face.
"What the hell did they do to her, Charles?"
#perditos#perditos ;; mikoto#perditos ;; charles#ic ;; trying to behave ;; asks#verse ;; leader of the pack ;; later xmen
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