#alien Freon

[ammiiiiiii]

Coral and cabbage doodles!!

We love Freons!!

(Ignore there is write cleon and not coral)

There is an even a doodle for the fuitilica island!( Freons island)

As it, it’s only a concept for now maybe some things will change!

[quirkle2]

hi who wants excerpts from my wip fic recondite. don't answer that ur getting them anyway

Tome tuts, juts her lip out a bit into a pout as she stares at the rusted ceiling, arms crossed over her chest. Shigeo watches her watch the leaves sway there, hanging onto vines with skinny stems that the breeze pecks at. “Of course I’m a genius, I know this. It’s just… frustrating. It’s like I don’t even know what I don’t know.” Shigeo feels something in him pause, and he finds himself understanding those words in a visceral, molecular way, but he feels he’s linking them to unrelated things. Things that have nothing to do with math.

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The energy in the room coils and bursts out like a water balloon, hard-hitting and sharp. Reigen yelps from behind him over the ear-splitting whine. Shigeo can feel an odd prickling of static along his skin in little dots, like acid spraying out from the fissures in the spirit’s bloated soulskin. Somehow he tastes every splatter even when none of it reaches his tongue—it’s a motley of sparkling water and freon, cold against his skin until the aftertaste gets uncomfortably warm and sweltering in his joints. His palms feel like dry ice. He hears Reigen make an odd noise, something between a whine and a gasp, as the rustling of clothing spells out one of his strange, quick squirms. “Holy hell, Mob—you didn’t have to go that hard!” One of the cardboard boxes in front of him sizzle and crack at the edges, some unknown chemical interaction between corrugate and psychic mana. A flap along the top falls off and hits the ground pathetically, smoking from pure heat and making a low crumble sound in his ears that sounds quite alien. He didn’t. And judging by the ever-so-slight tremor of the building, he’d say he shouldn’t have. He hadn’t even meant to, is the concerning thing.

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“I just mean my powers… I didn’t mean for that to… ya’know,” Shigeo explains, and Teruki’s goofy persona softens into something more genuine, “They’ve been kinda weird today. I don’t know why.” His partner hums, sitting in the quiet music for a while. His fingers drum against Shigeo’s knee to the beat. “You have seemed… preoccupied, lately.” Shigeo cannot help but notice that he says it carefully. Like he’s afraid of using the wrong word. He can’t think of a synonym for preoccupied that could possibly offend him—he’s heard it all before, anyway, from other people. From people who didn’t care nearly as much as Teruki. No, Teruki isn’t like that. Teruki doesn’t think he’s oblivious. Something ugly pierces his gut there, at the thought, at the idea that Shigeo could think so lowly of his partner like that. Not everyone is out to get you.

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“Are you doin’ alright?” Ritsu utters slowly, softly, and Shigeo thinks back to a few weeks ago, on Teruki’s (Reigen’s) couch, and how the answer he’d given to a very similar question had apparently been the wrong one. Ritsu asks this question a lot, though. And Shigeo never answers with anything but affirmatives. “Yeah,” he gives, because it feels impossible to say anything else. This feels like a ritual to him—Ritsu asks, Shigeo lies, they part ways. He doesn’t have it in him today to disturb the peace. “I’m fine.” He lets the answer hang in the air between them for a moment, lets it settle atop their shoulders like it always does, because the answer is light and made of helium and Shigeo wants it to retain that nothingness. It’s a nothing answer. It’s a nothing answer to a question about a nothing problem. Simple, really. He counts the seconds it takes Ritsu to say it. He makes it to seven and a half before his brother opens his mouth. “If you’re sure… but I’m always h—” —ere if you need me, Shigeo finishes in his head, recites it by heart. He knows. He knows Ritsu is here if he needs him. He appreciates it, he really does. But it’s a nothing problem, and it therefore needs a nothing solution.

[thehubby]

If you still have the opportunity, go see Godzilla Minus One in the theaters. Right now, most theaters are playing it are showing the Minus Color version of the movie, which is an added bonus. Reasons you should see this:

• It's a good movie. This isn't just a good Godzilla movie, it's a good movie overall. You could swap Godzilla out with an invading army, a natural disaster, or some other sort of applicable crisis and it would still be good watching. There's a real plot here with real people who have real problems outside of just a big monster. They are often flawed, especially our protagonist (who demonstrates PTSD in an uncomfortably believable way), but they're trying and they are generally likable. I wanted almost every human in King of the Monsters to die; they were that stupid and arrogant and unrelatable that it made humanity seem like it deserved extinction. Here, you want the characters to overcome their own problems -- and not all of them do. It's not a perfect plot, and I think the movie fumbles the ball at literally the very end, but it's a good story, and for a giant monster movie? This is a great story.

• Godzilla is terrifying. This may be the scariest Godzilla we've ever seen. Even if he's not as bizarre as Shin Godzilla or possibly not as strong as the Godzilla of the Monsterverse, his presence and strength compared to the world he exists in is overwhelming. Remember the opening of Evangelion with the third angel, Sachiel, an unstoppable, incomprehensible force attacking Tokyo-3, a city built to fight its kind with Evangelions in reserve and a confident military? Remember how that went? (It went very badly.) Now imagine that a creature like it instead attacks a Japan still reeling from its defeat during World War II, with a neutered military and a public with no shelters to flee to, no safety protocols. This Godzilla is massive, strong, resilient, and its breath weapon literally causes miniature atomic explosions to occur. In many Godzilla movies of the past 30-40 years, people are scared of Godzilla, sure, but here they are panicked, with good reason.

• The filmmakers understand less is more. Remember when Jedi were cool because they were rare and mysterious, and lightsabers only came out when stuff was really about to go down? Or how in the first movie Jaws only showed up occasionally and that's when it hit the fan? That's how it is here. Unlike in recent times, Godzilla is only a small portion of the film, an occasional force of nature that shows up, wrecks house and is then driven off or leaves. You don't get a chance to become tired of him or inured to his presence as a result. This sets up a palpable tension as you have no idea when Godzilla will next appear, and I admit I was somewhat false-started a few times from a thudding sound in the theater next to me that I thought could have been it approaching.

• It's practical and understandable. Modern Godzilla movies often use pseudo-futuristic technology like genetic cross-manipulation of alien species, cybernetic mind-transplanation, vocal analysis replication, oxygen destroyer bombs and other such nonsense to fight the giant monsters. The people of post-WWII Japan use real equipment and techniques to battle -- conventional weapons like guns and bombs, known gases like freon and carbon dioxide, underwater speakers. They use human ingenuity to form tactics that match the known science of the time and seem like rational leaps to make. They don't know if it's going to work! They are just desperate. The ships and planes featured are authentic and real. The suspension of disbelief is very easy to achieve here, which only accentuates how scary it would be to fight Godzilla when you don't have, like, military grade nuclear powered lasers or something.

• The Minus Color version looks astounding. Don't get me wrong, the color version looks great too (although like most modern kaiju movies, the color especially during energy and breath attacks is oversaturated), but they really put in an extra effort to give it the feel of the early black and white Godzilla movies. The resolution is toned down ever so slightly instead of the crispness of 4k; the light and dark contrast is balanced properly. You get more clarity into what you're watching and the subdued tones really match the despair and fear that people are going through. It really feels like, if we filmed the very first Godzilla movie in 1954 with modern cinematic techniques and CGI but black and white film, this is what we would have ended up with.

Ultimately, this is easily my favorite Godzilla reboot, and probably my favorite Godzilla movie. The original Godzilla of 1954 has a special place in my heart, and just as people should still appreciate Pac-Man even though Ms. Pac-Man made it obsolete, we should still appreciate that first movie. I just think this is, frankly, better in just about every way (although they deviate from the original creature design in a couple ways I'm not thrilled on). If you must have monster-on-monster action, then either Destroy All Monsters from 1968 or King of the Monsters from 2019 are what you're looking for, but you'll have to sit through ridiculous plots (and sometimes infuriating people) in both cases to get your fix. I'll hope for a sequel from these folks.

[spacenutspod]

Yesterday I presented a rather pessimistic view about our chances of finding evidence of alien civilizations. That work focused on detecting physical structures on an alien planet, which would take an optical telescope array the size of Saturn’s orbit. Today I’ll talk about a more optimistic view, one which focuses not on physical structures, but the fingerprint of molecules in an alien atmosphere. It’s a task that is not only much easier, it’s something we could do now using the James Webb Space Telescope (JWST). If we’re going to look for life on other worlds, why not start with the one planet we know has life? Earth’s atmosphere is rich with oxygen and molecules such as methane, which strongly suggest the presence of life. It also has traces of molecules such as nitrogen dioxide and CFCs (commonly known as freon) which are strong indicators of an industrial civilization. As a recent study shows, if Earth were an exoplanet, JWST could identify these molecules in our atmosphere. The study starts with real observations of Earth’s atmosphere. The Canadian satellite SCISAT took high-resolution spectra of sunlight passing through a cloudless region of Earth’s atmosphere, and from this identified a range of natural and synthetic molecules. Using an averaging of the data across different atmospheric depths, an earlier study simulated the possible spectra as it would appear when Earth transits the Sun seen from the outer solar system. This provides a good baseline for what exoplanet data could be obtained. Transmission spectrum of Earth’s atmosphere. Credit: Lustig-Yaeger, et al The authors then took this to the next level by “roughing up” the data, adding simulated noise to the signal, and then sampling it at lower resolutions. This is similar to the kind of observations JWST would make on an exoplanet light-years away. The goal was to determine if enough data could still be captured to identify atmospheric models, even when the observations are faint and noisy. Sure enough, the signal-to-noise ratio was strong enough to identify many of the molecules for an Earth-like exoplanet within 50 light-years of Earth. The team then took the idea a step further and considered the exoplanet system known as Trappist-1. It’s a system 40 light-years away with 7 known planets, two or three of which are potentially habitable. By introducing molecular spectra into the simulated spectra of Trappist worlds, the team showed that JWST could identify both biological signatures and technological signatures should they exist on a Trappist exoplanet. We still wouldn’t be able to identify alien structures on this world, but we don’t need to go that far to prove the existence of aliens. If JWST can identify oxygen, organic molecules, and synthetic molecules such as CFCs in the atmosphere of a nearby exoplanet, then we know an intelligent civilization either is or was present there. That would be a tremendous step forward in our understanding of life in the universe. Reference: Lustig-Yaeger, Jacob, et al. “Earth as a Transiting Exoplanet: A Validation of Transmission Spectroscopy and Atmospheric Retrieval Methodologies for Terrestrial Exoplanets.” arXiv preprint arXiv:2308.14804 (2023). The post If Earth Was an Exoplanet, JWST Would Know There's an Intelligent Civilization Here appeared first on Universe Today.

[animeman08]

Iron Man

Iron Man is a fictional superhero appearing in American comic books published by Marvel Comics. The character was co-created by writer and editor Stan Lee, developed by scripter Larry Lieber, and designed by artists Don Heck and Jack Kirby. The character made his first appearance in Tales of Suspense #39 (cover dated March 1963), and received his own title in Iron Man #1 (May 1968). Also in 1963, the character founded the Avengers alongside Thor, Ant-Man, Wasp and the Hulk.

A wealthy American business magnate, playboy, philanthropist, inventor and ingenious scientist, Anthony Edward "Tony" Stark suffers a severe chest injury during a kidnapping. When his captors attempt to force him to build a weapon of mass destruction, he instead creates a mechanized suit of armor to save his life and escape captivity. Later, Stark develops his suit, adding weapons and other technological devices he designed through his company, Stark Industries. He uses the suit and successive versions to protect the world as Iron Man. Although at first concealing his true identity, Stark eventually publicly reveals himself to be Iron Man.

Initially, Iron Man was a vehicle for Stan Lee to explore Cold War themes, particularly the role of American technology and industry in the fight against communism. Subsequent re-imaginings of Iron Man have transitioned from Cold War motifs to contemporary matters of the time.

Throughout most of the character's publication history, Iron Man has been a founding member of the superhero team the Avengers and has been featured in several incarnations of his own various comic book series. Iron Man has been adapted for several animated TV shows and films. In the Marvel Cinematic Universe, the character was portrayed by Robert Downey Jr., appearing in the films Iron Man (2008), The Incredible Hulk (2008) in a cameo, Iron Man 2 (2010), The Avengers (2012), Iron Man 3 (2013), Avengers: Age of Ultron (2015), Captain America: Civil War (2016), Spider-Man: Homecoming (2017), Avengers: Infinity War (2018) and Avengers: Endgame (2019). The character also appeared in Spider-Man: Far From Home (2019) and in the upcoming Black Widow (2021) through archive footage.

Iron Man was ranked 12th on IGN's "Top 100 Comic Book Heroes" in 2011 and third in their list of "The Top 50 Avengers" in 2012.

> Powers, abilities, and equipment

Armor

Iron Man possesses powered armor that gives him superhuman strength and durability, flight, and an array of weapons. The armor is invented and worn by Stark (with occasional short-term exceptions). Other people who have assumed the Iron Man identity include Stark's long-time partner and best friend James Rhodes; close associates Harold "Happy" Hogan; Eddie March; (briefly) Michael O'Brien and Riri Williams.

The weapons systems of the suit have changed over the years, but Iron Man's standard offensive weapons have always been the repulsor rays that are fired from the palms of his gauntlets. Other weapons built into various incarnations of the armor include: the uni-beam projector in its chest; pulse bolts (that pick up kinetic energy along the way; so the farther they travel, the harder they hit); an electromagnetic pulse generator; and a defensive energy shield that can be extended up to 360 degrees. Other capabilities include: generating ultra-freon (i.e., a freeze-beam); creating and manipulating magnetic fields; emitting sonic blasts; and projecting 3-dimensional holograms (to create decoys).

In addition to the general-purpose model he wears, Stark has developed several specialized suits for space travel, deep-sea diving, stealth, and other special purposes. Stark has modified suits, like the Hulkbuster heavy armor. The Hulkbuster armor is composed of add-ons to his so-called modular armor, designed to enhance its strength and durability enough to engage the Hulk in a fight. A later model, created with the help of Odin and the Asgardian metal Uru, is similar to the Destroyer. Stark develops an electronics pack during the Armor Wars that, when attached to armors that use Stark technologies, will burn out those components, rendering the suit useless. This pack is ineffective on later models. While it is typically associated with James Rhodes, the War Machine armor began as one of Stark's specialty armors.

The most recent models of Stark's armor, beginning with the Extremis armor, are now stored in the hollow portions of Stark's bones, and the personal area networking implement used to control it is implanted into his forearm, and connected directly to his central nervous system.

The Extremis has since been removed, and he now uses more conventional armors. Some armors still take a liquid form, but are not stored within his body. His Endo-Sym Armor incorporates a combination of the liquid smart-metal with the alien Venom symbiote, psionically controlled by Stark.

Post-Secret Wars, Stark uses a more streamlined suit of armor that uses nanotechnology to shape shift into other armors or weapons.

Powers

After being critically injured during a battle with the Extremis-enhanced Mallen, Stark injects his nervous system with modified techno-organic virus-like body restructuring machines (the Extremis process). By rewriting his own biology, Stark is able to save his life, gain an enhanced healing factor, and partially merge with the Iron Man armor, superseding the need for bulky, AI-controlled armors in favor of lighter designs, technopathically controlled by his own brain. His enhanced technopathy extends to every piece of technology, limitless and effortlessly due to his ability to interface with communication satellites and wireless connections to increase his "range". Some components of the armor-sheath are now stored in Tony's body, able to be recalled, and extruded from his own skin, at will.

During the "Secret Invasion" storyline the Extremis package is catastrophically shut down by a virus, forcing him again to rely on the previous iteration of his armor, and restoring his previous limitations. Furthermore, Osborn's takeover of most of the few remaining Starktech factories, with Ezekiel Stane systematically crippling the others, limits Tony to the use of lesser, older and weaker armors.

After being forced to "wipe out" his brain to prevent Norman Osborn from gaining his information, Tony Stark is forced to have a new arc reactor, of Rand design installed in his chest. The process greatly improves his strength, stamina and intellect. The procedure left him with virtually no autonomic functions: as his brain was stripped of every biological function, Tony is forced to rely on a digital backup of his memories (leaving him with severe gaps and lapses in his long-term memory) and on software routine in the arc reactor for basic stimuli reaction, such as blinking and breathing. The Bleeding Edge package of armor and physical enhancement is now equal in power, if not a more advanced, version of the old Extremis tech.

Skills

Tony Stark is an inventive genius whose expertise in the fields of mathematics, physics, chemistry, and computer science rivals that of Reed Richards, Hank Pym, and Bruce Banner, and his expertise in electrical engineering and mechanical engineering surpasses even theirs. He is regarded as one of the most intelligent characters in the Marvel Universe. He graduated with advanced degrees in physics and engineering at the age of 17 from Massachusetts Institute of Technology (MIT) and further developed his knowledge ranging from artificial intelligence to quantum mechanics as time progressed. His expertise extends to his ingenuity in dealing with difficult situations, such as difficult foes and deathtraps, in which he is capable of using available tools, including his suit, in unorthodox but effective ways. For instance, in Stark's final confrontation with Obadiah Stane, the villain managed to have Stark's companions in an unconscious state in a room with motion sensors; when Stark entered the room, Stane warned him that the slightest move would trigger a fatal electrical current to his hostages, thus forcing Stark to stay still and slowly die of dehydration lest he wants his friends to die. However, while Stane was confident that such a trap was inescapable, Stark is able to outwit and defeat its mechanism in seconds, thus freeing the hostages and allowing him to continue the battle against Stane.

He is well respected in the business world, able to command people's attention when he speaks on economic matters, having over the years built up several multimillion-dollar companies from virtually nothing. He is noted for the loyalty he commands from and returns to those who work for him, as well as for his business ethics. Thus he immediately fired an employee who made profitable, but illegal, sales to Doctor Doom. He strives to be environmentally responsible in his businesses.

At a time when Stark was unable to use his armor for a period, he received some combat training from Captain America and has become physically formidable on his own when the situation demands it. In addition, Stark possesses great business and political acumen. On multiple occasions he reacquired control of his companies after losing them amid corporate takeovers.

Due to his membership in the Illuminati, Iron Man was given the Space Infinity Gem to safeguard. It allows the user to exist in any location (or all locations), move any object anywhere throughout the universe and warp or rearrange space.

[softnow]

country road whatever

msr | s4 | general | words: 1k

fictober day 8!

better late than never! this is based on a prompt from @sunflowerseedsandscience, who wanted early msr broken down by the side of the road and mulder coaxing scully into dancing with him to the radio. sorry it took me approximately ten years to fill it! early s4, pre-cancer arc, when everything was beautiful and mulder’s hair was floppy. tagging @fictober and @today-in-fic.

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“Three hours,” Mulder says, dropping back into the driver’s seat. He leaves the door open and tosses his cellphone onto the dash.

Scully blinks. “You’re kidding.”

“‘Fraid not.” He digs a sunflower seed out of the cupholder and worries it between his teeth. “Big wreck on the interstate. Eighteen wheeler. Coupla broken-down Feds on the side of country road whatever don’t exactly make top priority.”

She groans and tilts her head back against her seat. Her door is open too, an invitation for a cross breeze that hasn’t yet been accepted. The trees around them blaze orange, the only hint that it might be mid-October. The stagnant afternoon air is July-hot and stifling. Another three hours sounds like hell.

“Think cool thoughts,” he says, as if reading hers. He’s stripped to his undershirt, arms bare and tawny in the sun. “Antarctica. Ben & Jerry’s. Coca-Cola.”

She closes her eyes against the sweaty flop of hair on his forehead. It is too warm for that.

“Dry ice,” she says.

“Egg salad.”

“Freon.”

“Grape juice.”

“Mm.” She nods, imagining a tall, crisp glass. “Grape juice.”

“No cheating, Scully. H.”

She thinks for a moment. The heat is making her sluggish, sleepy. Three hours.

“Hiver,” she says.

“Show-off.”

“That’s an S-word, Mulder.”

He gives her a half-smile in acknowledgement and the game loses its appeal. It’s too hot to do much for long.

She swipes sweat from her collarbones and takes a deep breath. Her nylons are balled up with her suit jacket in the backseat, but it’s done little good. She roots through the glovebox until she finds a rubber band for her hair. It’ll hurt like hell when she takes it out, but the pain’s worth a degree or two of coolness.

Beside her, Mulder fiddles with the radio. There aren’t many stations to choose from this far into rural Kentucky, but he eventually finds one playing Bob Seger and only a little bit of static.

“Risky Business, Scully,” he says, flicking a sunflower seed onto the pavement.

“Mm.”

They lapse into silence. It would be almost nice if she couldn’t feel herself actively dehydrating. Sweat pools along the waistband of her skirt and beneath her thighs, dampening the cloth seat. It will be a marsh before the tow truck finds them. She grimaces in advance.

When Bob Seger’s had enough of reminiscing about the days of old, the song changes, something slower this time, piano and strings, almost country. That Tom Waits cover, she realizes. Bill had this album in high school. She hasn’t heard it in as many years.

Mulder tosses down another sunflower seed and gets out of the car. She doesn’t pay much attention, used to his restlessness, until he’s leaning in through her open door, one hand on the roof of the car, the other extended to her like he’s trying to help her over a puddle.

She arches an eyebrow and stares at him.

“What?”

“Come here,” he says. “Dance with me.”

Of all the possible things he could have said—let’s stretch our legs, Scully or maybe there’s a diner within walking distance or I think there might be aliens over that ridge there, let’s go see—this is the one she’d never expect. They haven’t—they never—they don’t do things like this. She wonders if the heat has gotten to him so much already.

“Mulder—”

“Not much of a dancer? That’s fine. You can stand on my feet.” His eyes are sparkling with good humor and he looks lucid, not like his brain is boiling in his skull.

“It’s hot,” she says, a lame excuse, but a valid one.

“It is,” he agrees, “and beautiful. Look at that sky. How many more days are we going to have like this? You’re going to be all bundled up in your little coat, complaining about your dry skin before you know it. Come on. Dance with me.”

The sky is beautiful, crystal-blue and boundless. And he looks so sweet there, sweating through his t-shirt, grinning down at her in that boyish way of his, that she can’t help it.

She pushes her feet back into her heels and lets him help her stand. He leans back in for a moment to turn the radio up, then tugs her around to the front of the car. She steps stiffly into his embrace, one hand folded into his, the other on his shoulder like they’re at a high school dance.

Mulder grins. “Leaving room for Jesus, Scully?”

“It’s hot,” she repeats, though that’s only half the truth. The other half is that she feels awkward. The last time she slow-danced was—oh god, Bill and Tara’s wedding? Has it really been that long? And at least then it wasn’t with her work partner, not on the side of some forgotten Kentucky backroad.

“C’mere,” he says and pulls her closer with his hand at the small of her back. His belt buckle presses gently against her belly. He brings their clasped hands to his chest and sways. “See? Not too bad.”

The heat of him is deafening. It blots out all other senses until there is just his hand through her blouse, Don Henley’s rough voice on the radio, the over-quick thrum of her pulse in her throat.

“That’s us, isn’t it?” he says. “Freeway, cars and trucks.”

It takes her a minute to realize he’s talking about the song. She’s preoccupied with his hands. How has she never noticed how soft they are?

“And country road whatever.” She lets herself lean against him just a little bit, just to see how it feels.

Mulder laughs and it rumbles in his chest. “And country road whatever, yeah.”

“Too bad you don’t have Lady Luck along for the ride, though.”

“Hmm.” He shifts, brings his arm more solidly around her waist. It’s so, so hot, but she doesn’t complain. “Who says I don’t?”

“Mulder…” But she can’t think of anything else to say.

He squeezes her hand and rests his chin on the top of her head. Her eyes slip closed and she breathes his humid scent, sweat and dirt and sun.

They’re still dancing half an hour later when a farmer in a pickup truck slows to a crawl and asks if they need a ride.

[stone-man-warrior]

April 6, 2021: 4:59 pm:

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A walk to the mailbox was painful.

It’s a beautiful spring day outside, and is completely ruined by the Canadian terror army occupation of the area.

Lately, I can plainly see that all of the inhabitants in the area behave as an army. It has not always been so obvious as it is now, but with the absence of Richard Chartrand and his family terror cell, and the subsequent terror occupation of his house at 376 Jackpine, it’s very clear that the people who are at 376 from time to time are terror soldiers, they rotate on duty there, they are jockey vehicles from 376 Jackpine to other addresses such as the Strong terror cell at 3747 Russell Road and the Sunflower terror cell next door to Strong’s, they switch cars, then return to go to 598 Jackpine and/or 601 Jackpine.

There purpose on Jackpine is two-fold, is to keep me contained inside my home and to make continuous attempts to kill me to take my property and my Identification.

I saw activity of different vehicles at Chartrand’s 376 address, and I saw someone driving the Cynthia Manning Red Toyota Rav-4, old original model. The woman who was driving may or may not have been Cynthia Manning, she got out of the car to check her mail, and I had a look to see who was driving, but, sometimes the person who is driving that Rav-4 has long red hair down to the waist, and other times the long red hair is much shorter only to mid-back length, as was the case today, Cynthia Manning’s hair is sometimes one foot shorter than it is other times, and today she is a foot short of hair.

The Manning terror cell has occupied the 598 Jackpine address for a few years now, the gate is made of wrought iron and has a wrought iron name plate welded into the gate, it says “Dr Eoff” on the gate. Dr. Janet Eoff is a hard core terror general who works as an emergency room doctor at the Asante Health Three Rivers Medical Center at 500 Ramsey Ave in Grants Pass since the terror take over of Asante Health took place. In the time the Manning’s have occupied the 598 address, I have never been able to get a look a Cynthia Manning’s face. She always covers her face with her long hair, hands, or objects, even when she follows me to the Walmart and I see her lurking around, she covers her face and leaves the store when I see her following me around in there. I think it’s possible that Cynthia Manning and Janet Eoff are the same person, a big red wig of hair is all there is that is much different to the appearance of the two women, and sometimes the wig is longer than other times.

US citizens are lured there to the Asante Three Rivers Medical Center with injuries that are resultant of other terror attack they are subject to, such as the poison leg attack I experienced in my home a few weeks ago. The citizen go to the hospital unaware that the medical facilities have all been hijacked by the Canadian/SAG/Britain terror army, they are tortured there, forced to give assets access information, and contact information of family members at the hospital. The victims are killed there, while the hospital pretends to do medical procedures, they bill the victims insurance, and kill the victim, make a profit as a side effect of the murders, then SAG arranges a look-a-like to take the victims place in their homes. The murders happen invisibly, no death reports are generated, just billing for the procedures that never happened. The look-a-likes take the place of the victims, and they vote as they are instructed to for the shills that SAG arranges on the voting ballots.

The local terror soldiers use the word: “Trake” when the want to talk about the Asante Three Rivers Medical Center, the term: “Trake” is derived of the older name of the hospital as it was about ten years ago: “Three Rivers Community Hospital” and that was abbreviated to “TRCH” for nursing classes offered at the Rogue Community Collage (RCC). The nursing classes there are sponsored and supported by the Asante Hospital, so all of those classes are called: “TRCH” classes, and that is why the local terror soldiers say: “Trake” when they speak of the Asante Three Rivers Medical Center Hospital.

I am confident to say that the entire area on Russell Road and Jackpine has all been taken over and is occupied by smaller MedDems terror cells of the Asante Health, giant terror cell. That change has been slowly taking shape over the past five years or so, and I would mark the beginning of the MedDems terror takeover of this area as the day that the Monroe terror cell took possession of the 434 Jackpine address, a house that was willed to me by my friend who was killed by the terror army, and then stolen by the Josephine County Courts, I was never allowed to take possession, and the probate hearing was manipulated, I was not invited, was unaware of the hearing until after it took place. I was willed both 434 and 520 Jackpine by James Nicholas Watson and his wife Kathy Watson who also was killed by the terror army, they owned both 434 and 520 Jackpine.

There are no signs of any help.

There are no helpful people anywhere around here, only murderous terror army soldiers who happen to look like innocent church goers, because that kind of uniform works real good for terror take over of USA.

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6:20 pm:

The Horrible Poison Attack on my leg update:

There is not much healing going on. As the wound heals in one place, it opens back up in a different place.

This injection wound here is the slowest, it started out as two tiny red dots, and has a strange, alien wound look to it. It grows slowly in size over time, and it has gained a lot of other satellite sores around it, as well as a lot of that red skin color like the other side has so much of.

I have found that when I am able to massage the swelling out of my foot by manually trying to move the blood or liquid out of the foot and up into the leg, that is when the red color surrounds the wounds the most. I can see that the result is the swelling goes down, the fluid goes to this area on the ankle, and also at the other side of the ankle. Those satellite sores begin to form when I do the massage to move the fluid from the foot to the leg. I am trying to get the poison to circulate with the blood, to let my body filter it out, otherwise the fluid that makes my foot look so swollen just stays in my toes and hurts too bad to leave it there.

Here, my foot is not so swollen, I have been massaging the liquid out towards the leg quite a lot, I spend a lot of time just trying to move that poison out of where it’s pooled up and to get the stuff to circulate. When it does circulate, I get chest pain, and my other leg gets sores on it from where the poison is somehow drawn to the ankle/shin areas, and stays there.

This is what it looks like after I clean the wounds, then take a walk for five to ten minutes, and wait a half hour before taking the photo.

Those small sores at the top of the shin are getting bigger. There are about five little puncture wounds from the attack that won’t heal. All of those have a hole in the center where the poison liquid pools up, and that hole is about one-eighth inch radius and about the same in depth. Those five little puncture wounds are more painful than the bigger wounds by far, those tiny little sores hurt so much that they prevent me from sleeping, and, prevent me from even trying to sleep. I have to get up  to try anything at all to make the pain stop.

This below is the other leg, it gets the sores on it when I do the manual massage to move he fluids around, trying to get the poison to circulate. The poison is some kind of harsh acid, I suspect I was injected with automotive battery acid, and the stuff in the toes is a different poison, I think it could be Freon that is used in air-conditioning units.

I have been doing a lot of manual massage to make the poisons circulate with the blood, and when I do, these small dots happen on the other leg, and it makes chest pain that lasts about an hour. My hands get real cold when the chest pain is happening.

I cannot get medical help in Oregon.

The only reason for that is because I am a US Citizen, and the hospitals and clinics, medical facilities of all kinds were hijacked by the Canadian terror army. They don’t treat US citizens for health conditions anymore, they only treat the conditions of the Canadian terror army and the Screen Actor Guild leaders of the terror army.

US Citizens are killed when the seek medical help in Oregon.

That is what the Corona Virus fake disease is all about, it’s a ploy and set of shell language for use to kill as many US Citizens as is possible. news media personalities are the people who do much of the coded terror command marching orders.

Please send US Military to Oregon to stop the terror take over of USA.

Please send medical services to Oregon.

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7:26 pm:

Worth a mention:

I have been wearing a yellow sweatshirt for quite awhile during this difficult time with the poison symptoms. When I wear my yellow sweatshirt, I notice that the current Deb Monroe also wears a sweater that is the same color yellow as is my sweatshirt, I also have noticed that the Deb Monroe yellow sweatshirts is borrowed by others who wear the current Deb Monroe’s yellow sweater, but I have noticed that the current Deb Monroe’s yellow sweater is only worn at Monroe’s terror cell at times when I am wearing my yellow sweatshirt.

The Monroe’s are fooling the people I need to speak with, and they are using a yellow sweater to do the foolery, that suggests that the Monroe’s have camera contact with the people I have been trying to reach to get some help, for decades.

Yesterday I saw two different people wearing the current Deb Monroe’s yellow sweater, one was the current Deb Monroe, and the other was a female that I did not recognize, someone who had a small two year old child at Monroe’s terror cell.

One of the fake stories told by local authorities to fool federal officers who insist on being fooled all of the time, is that the Current Deb Monroe is my daughter and is also my caregiver nurse person.

My daughter is either dead or is thousands of miles away, or is held captive by the terror army, and I do not require a care giver, the terror army simply uses that caregiver story whenever they are attacking a disabled Medicare beneficiary.

Meanwhile, the federal officers look on, observing the terror take over of USA a they are watching it happen, it’s a fools folly, and no one gets any help.

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9:08 pm:

Out of desperation and need for life saving medical help, I ask anyone who can read this to please contact US Military to ask them to read this account, and to send help to stop the terror army from advancing farther.

Just find an Officer of a US Military base, give them this link:

https://stone-man-warrior.tumblr.com/archive

Please mention that the 911 Emergency Phone is not working, is controlled by terror army special operators, they send assassins to people when terror activities or murder is reported. People in need of help are killed when 911 Emergency Phone service is used, so that is important. If the 911 system was functional, I would not need to ask for help this way.

Please send help. There is no other way for me to get a message out of Oregon, this account is the only means I have. I have a phone, but the phone systems and cellular companies are hijacked, calls don‘t go to the places dialed.

Please send help.

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9:26 pm:

I want to explain how the poison attack on my leg with injection of two different poisons was done in two separate layered ways, I suspect the layering is part of a universally used method, a sort of blanket way that the SAG/Canadian terror army operates in duplicate and in layers, to make a situation that is extremely difficult to understand, solve, recognize, and in the case of poison attack, is very difficult to diagnose if a real doctor were available to make a diagnosis.

It’s important that if some people were to come to Oregon to try to offer help, or even if such persons read this account, they would need to understand the duplicity, the multi-layered way that I was attacked and poisoned, so, please be advised of these conditions:

About five years ago, the Monroe terror cell took possession of the address at 434 Jackpine Drive, is next door to my property.

The Monroe terror cell has a A-1 Exterminators Pest Control Van parked at the address 434 Jackpine much of the time, evenings and weekends mostly is when that A-1 Exterminators Van is there. The Monroe’s have access to poisons used by a Pest Control company. Even if the poisons on board the A-1 Exterminators Van are not the kind used for Pest Control, it would be difficult to know the difference between Pest Control poisons and other kinds of poisonous substances.

Bottom line on that A-1 Exterminators Van (A-1′s address is on 7th Street in Grants Pass)  is that there is a van with poisons in it at Monroe terror cell, and the people who operate the A-1 Van are “Licensed” to have, transport, use poisons, and the van with the poisons has been parked next to my house for a few years.

About at the same time that the Monroe terror cell took possession of 434 Jackpine, that is the same time that I began to see symptoms of an itchy rash on my ankle. That itchy rash is not the rash that I have now, and that is why I am spending this time and energy to say that the terrorism is layered, it’s important, and the layering is practiced in all forms of the terrorism, not just limited to introduction of skin rash poisons.

So, for five years I lived next to where terrorists who have a van licensed to transport poisons is at, and I developed an itchy rash as a result over a long period of time, and the itchy rash grew big.

My only complaints were that the rash was itchy and the rash bleed easily with even a light touch of scratching at it.

I began to complain to the fake doctor at Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon about the itchy rash that bleeds easily. I was offered no help and told that the rash was poison oak, and I was billed extra for the doctor visit having been escalated to a “Moderate” time in the exam room, and billed for a “Moderate Complexity” appointment. I asked for help with each regularly scheduled visit to Pain Specialists of Southern Oregon, and no help was ever offered to remedy that itchy rash that bleeds easily when scratched at.

Then, in around the second week of February, terror soldiers came into my house, I believe one of them was Juseph Myers, a neighbor terror soldier that I have reported much about in this account. Myers lives at 560 Jackpine, and is a General of the terror army, is close friend of David Letterman, who has been known to visit the Myers and stay there for up to a week at a time. Juseph Myers is part of Green Jello Terror leadership, and is part of NBC/Universal/Comcast terror cells.

The intruders came into my home, I was asleep, the door was locked, they had a key, the only people who have had possession of my keys is the County Sheriff. The keys came from the Sheriff for Juseph Myers and at least one other terror soldier to inject my leg with the poisons.

As I reported before, the thing I saw, the weapon with the poison in it, was a two-part stick of some kind. I saw two parallel lengths of some ridged material, could have been wood, I don‘t know. The two parallel stick-like objects were striking my leg in rapid succession when I woke up.

I suspect their was a fight, but my memory of those events that night are limited to seeing a silhouette of a mans figure in a dark room striking me repeatedly with an object. I recall some words that I spoke at the time I was awakened that way. I’ll save the words for a possibility of an interview with public safety persons. The fight was recorded by the Monroe terror cell, and I am aware of the existence of audio from that night’s events.

The layering that needs to be considered is that I already had that one itchy rash, and had asked for help from a so called doctor, and there is a medical record of that doctor diagnosing Poison Oak, when it was not poison oak, but was from repeated exposure to the poison gases that Monroe terror cell subjects me to over time.

The result of the injection is the rash I have now. The weapon was made of two parallel sticks, about 18″ to 24″ in length, was some kind of specially made syringe that makes two poison injections with each time it strikes the victim.

The injection attack was such that the itchy, easy to bleed rash that was present for about five years, all went away, is gone, while these other symptoms I have been explaining and photographing have completely made me immobile. unable to walk very far, not able to get food at the grocery store without great risk of further attack, as that is also a characteristic of the Canadian/SAG terror army attack scenarios, they do “Chip Away at the Stone” terror take downs, by weakening the marked victims with a series of ongoing attacks that are designed to make injury, until such time that compounded injuries overwhelm the intended victims.

Layered terrorism is important to understand as a universally used tactic of the Canadian/SAG terror army.

Please send help.

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SpaceX set to launch critical Dragon demonstration mission tonight

A pretty day at Kennedy Space Center on Friday, as remote cameras were set up. [credit: Trevor Mahlmann for Ars Technica. ]

It's finally go time. For the first time since 2011 and the space shuttle's retirement, a rocket and spacecraft stand on a launch pad in Florida capable of blasting humans into space. Launch time is set for 2:49am ET (07:49 UTC) Saturday from Kennedy Space Center. NASA and SpaceX have worked toward this goal for nine years. It hasn't always been easy, but now here we are.

This particular Dragon won't carry humans, just a single mannequin named Ripley as an homage to Sigourney Weaver's iconic character in the movie Alien. Ripley will wear a flight suit and be well instrumented in order to determine conditions inside the spacecraft. "The idea is to get an idea of how humans would feel in her place basically," Hans Koenigsmann, the vice president of build and flight reliability at SpaceX, said at a news briefing Thursday.

Critical flight

NASA is taking few chances for this critical flight. Although SpaceX has flown a cargo version of the Dragon spacecraft to the International Space Station since 2012, the crew variant of the spacecraft is entirely made over from the exterior solar panels to the interior life support system. When Dragon arrives at the space station, which it will on Sunday morning if the launch proceeds as scheduled, crew there will enter the vehicle with full oxygen masks. This is because Dragon's cooling system relies on freon, and there's presently no robust way to check for leaks.

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SpaceX set to launch critical Dragon demonstration mission tonight

A pretty day at Kennedy Space Center on Friday, as remote cameras were set up. [credit: Trevor Mahlmann for Ars Technica. ]

It's finally go time. For the first time since 2011 and the space shuttle's retirement, a rocket and spacecraft stand on a launch pad in Florida capable of blasting humans into space. Launch time is set for 2:49am ET (07:49 UTC) Saturday from Kennedy Space Center. NASA and SpaceX have worked toward this goal for nine years. It hasn't always been easy, but now here we are.

This particular Dragon won't carry humans, just a single mannequin named Ripley as an homage to Sigourney Weaver's iconic character in the movie Alien. Ripley will wear a flight suit and be well instrumented in order to determine conditions inside the spacecraft. "The idea is to get an idea of how humans would feel in her place basically," Hans Koenigsmann, the vice president of build and flight reliability at SpaceX, said at a news briefing Thursday.

Critical flight

NASA is taking few chances for this critical flight. Although SpaceX has flown a cargo version of the Dragon spacecraft to the International Space Station since 2012, the crew variant of the spacecraft is entirely made over from the exterior solar panels to the interior life support system. When Dragon arrives at the space station, which it will on Sunday morning if the launch proceeds as scheduled, crew there will enter the vehicle with full oxygen masks. This is because Dragon's cooling system relies on freon, and there's presently no robust way to check for leaks.

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The Latest Discovery of Organics in Space Is Nothing to Get Excited About

The Latest Discovery of Organics in Space Is Nothing to Get Excited About

Astronomers have detected traces of an organic compound known as methyl chloride around a group of young stars. The discovery comes as a complete surprise to scientists, but instead of signifying the presence of alien life, it’s forcing them to re-evaluate the source of this molecule and its role as a basic building block for habitability.

Methyl chloride, also known as Freon-40, is a colorless,…

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6-Thinking teeth 7-The original Monkees, before aliens took Peter Tork from us 8-What? What? Stop whistling! 9-Freon 10-The Trololo guy. https://t.co/jH4ZSVOVIY

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