#also the new one has a “battery free pen.” what the fuck does that mean. WHAT THE FUCK DOES THAT MEAN.

[bobcat-pie]

you can tell when your tablet needs a senior discount by how much time you spend actually using the penholder vs knocking it off the desk regularly while your pen is constantly charging

[hellishvu]

Jungkook: 0504 Love Bot

— where jungkook is the last A.I found at the university, the thing is you found him and he's living with you.

a/n: a double!! upload i am the definition of insane, i wrote this story a long time ago so if it seems... off or grammar sucks i’m sorry! if the ending seems a bit undone it’s because there’s like another section, but i really don’t like it so i didn’t add it. if you want the entire 6,000 word story. visit my old wattpad! have a good day/evening/night

You were walking down the halls of your university. You were in a university that didn't have the best reputation but did have the best program for your major. You lived near the science department of the College. The weekly walks by it and hears saws and sometimes small explosions. You gotten used to it, and sometimes they would hold an open house for the major of science. Your university opened a new one, called A.I. Where students that care study the Artificial Intelligence of robots and soon enough they would create a robot smart enough and human enough that will be reachable to the public.

The program had reached an end once accidents happened to some of the students, some were hurt and some were even killed. You had heard and you would stay away from walking near it. It's always been secretive besides the open house. The program was being shut down for the accidents and the conservancy of A.I. They were told to get rid of their creations or else the police will take action. Your friend was in the program and you worried for him most of the time hearing about it. He was furious about it, he wanted to creativity to make and create an robot.

"Like what the fuck?! We have been working there for at least an year and we made so much progress?!" Jimin yelled at you as you sat on the couch of his dorm room, he was pacing back and forth as he was trying to save his data somehow without the police knowing.

"There has been so much shit we already have accomplished in such little time!" Jimin yelled as he put away his glasses in the front of his lab coat.

"Is there another university that you could go to?" You asked as Jimin pulled his hair being stressed.

"No there isn't. Most of them have .1% acceptance rate even though the programs in the world are barely being introduced." Jimin explained with his wild hand gestures that he always does when he's mad.

"So you cant do anything? What are the university going to make you do?" You asked Jimin as he sat down typing at his keyboard. Seeing through different A.I programs.

"They said I could chose a new major for free." Jimin clicked his pen as he wrote some scribbles on his notepad.

"What?! A full ride?" You swear you felt your soda through your nose.

"Yeah, tell your future children that being the top of your high school don't mean shit when they shut down your major." Jimin bickered as he put the pen in his mouth as he showed you a sketch of the A.I.

"Here is one of them, their name was Yoonsung." You grabbed the notepad seeing the label parts and the brief drawing of the wires.

"Yoonsung? Is he still like attached?" You asked as you drew a happy face on Jimin's notepad.

"Nope, he was the first one to go." Jimin frowned as he laid on his couch.

"Life is so boring, why can't we advance in technology." Jimin took off his lab coat and set it on the end table. You got up and cooked cheap ramen.

"Like imagine if we had A.I that they would cook for us you know? Or they could teach us recipes." Jimin got up and leaned on the counter.

"Won't that make us more lazy?" You asked as Jimin frowned his eyebrows. You could tell you woke up a dragon.

"No? It would make us use time to do more effective stuff, I mean we can't stop people from being lazy but imagine if Steve Jobs had a A.I that made meals for him! How much he could accomplish!" Jimin explained as you pour the noodles into the bowls.

"Yeah, I guess you're right." You nodded towards Jimin as you gave him his bowl.

Hours went by and you and Jimin hung out. The fun movies you two watched made him focus on something that stressed him out to the core. You were always there for Jimin and you two found eachother hanging out with eachother more than you were alone. Jimin saw the time where it was about 11:32pm and saw you cuddling with the blankets.

"Don't you have to go? It's almost 12am." Jimin yawned as you looked at the clock sighing. You got up from your couch and grabbed your coat realizing it's raining.

"Don't get sick." Jimin said as he guided you to the exit. Hugging each other you left and walked through the dark. You walked pass the A.I major seeing caution tape and you walked passed an alley. You were sleepy so you didn't notice that you tripped over something.

You looked down and saw it was a leg, a human leg but it had wires coming from it. You almost ran away but you looked down the alley to see more glowing parts.

"What the fuck?" You asked as you saw a chest and only one arm connected to it. You looked at your phone seeing it was low on battery.

"Jimin!" You called and he answered.

"What is it? Are you home?" Jimin asked as you grabbed the pieces of the A.I.

"Jimin there's a fucking robot in this alleyway. What do I do??" You asked Jimin through the phone seeing that no one was out this late. You tried to hide more in the dark.

"Huh?? Is it wired together?" Jimin asked through the one as you could hear he was getting ready to go out.

"No? What do I do? It's raining also, what if he breaks?" You asked Jimin as you tried to cover the parts with your jacket.

"Just stay there, I'm coming with my tools. Try to find everything if there's little pieces grab them anyway they could be important." Jimin explained as you heard him speed down the stairs.

"Jimin what the fuck I am getting myself into?" You asked as Jimin just ended the phone call. Leaving you on your knees searching through the rain for parts. Sometimes you would pick up garbage thinking it's a part.

Jimin ran into the alley you were in and you saw him carrying a toolbox and his headlight due to it being dark. You tried to watch over if anyone was there. You looked back to see Jimin weld parts together.

"Fuck." You heard Jimin whisper under his breath. You turned around and saw the A.I's face open like brain surgery.

"What is it?" You asked as Jimin searches through his things looking for something.

"His memory chip, where we recorded our experiment. It's gone." Jimin said as you turned your head.

"It's gone, that means he doesn't know anything. Obviously his personality that we created just for him is there but everything else is completely wiped out." Jimin scoffed as he put everything back into it's place. The legs and arms were back and the face was now not exposed.

"So what do we do with him?" You asked as Jimin looked through the window of the A.I building.

"It seemed someone threw him out, probably because they were destroying our project. It seems like he wanted to save something." Jimin said as he looked at the fall of the open window and where the A.I is.

"So should he stay with one of us?" You asked as you saw Jimin turn to look at you excited.

"You." Jimin said.

"What?" You asked as Jimin got closer to you.

"You! They won't expect your major to have this robot! Plus you don't live in dorms anymore. It's perfect!" Jimin grabbed your shoulders and shook you as his plan was being explained.

"Uh, how do I take care of it?" You asked as Jimin glared at you.

"It's an A.I, it's probably smarter than you are! You don't need to take care of it." Jimin grabbed the robot, due to it being dead on battery it was relaxed.

You two walked to your house and saw multiple people stare very weirdly at you too. You put clothes on the A.I to make sure it doesn't look suspicious. You made it to your little house near the river and saw Taehyung set down the A.I on your bed. You yawned as you collapsed on the bed almost passing out.

"Ok, if we get in trouble don't rat me please!" Jimin joked around as you just wrapped yourself in blankets.

"I'm kidding if you need something or something goes wrong with the A.I please call me and i'll be right over." Jimin said as you waved at him and saw a little glowing thing on the A.I's back. It looked like a Lotus Flower. You glided your finger across the symbol.

You were guessing that the Lotus Flower represented that he was charging or being prepared to help. You fell asleep right nex to a robot but in the end you were too tired to care.

"Hello! I am Jungkook! I am here to help you!" You woke up to a loud voice at early in the morning. The birds were barely out and you barely opened your eyes.

"Jungkook is it?" You asked as you forgot about your situation last night.

"Yes! I am Jungkook!" You rubbed your eyes as your vision became more clear. Seeing the familiar Lotus Flower symbol.

"Oh shit-" You responded to Jungkook as you saw that he was recharged.

"Huh? Oh shit? That is a profanity meaning a condition is bad." Jungkook explained as he was still in dirty clothes from last night. You rolled over on your bed.

Hours passed by and you tried to walk to your kitchen but you saw that Jungkook followed you. I mean really followed you, everywhere you went Jungkook would smile at you and follow you. To the bathroom, to the sofa, to the kitchen sink and to your bedroom. You would see him still in his dirty clothes. You would try to give him some of your clothes being a bit big on him, it suited him.

"Jungkook? Why don't you sit down?" You said to him as he tilted his head.

"Because you're my human and I follow your commands." Jungkook said as you awkwardly stared at him.

"Jungkook, you don't have to call me your human. I'm just your friend, you can be your own person." You smiled at him as he looked down at his shoes.

"I'm not used to that, but if that's what you want I will do!" Jungkook smiled.

You and Jungkook sat down on the couch; you got comfortable in your house but Jungkook sat straight up and stiff. Causing you to think that he was uncomfortable, you saw that he sat like that for a whole movie. You coughed to see if he would take note.

"Jungkook?" You asked as you got another blanket.

"Huh?" Jungkook turned his head.

"Why don't you lay down? You don't have to sit up so stiff." You said as you tapped near you causing Jungkook to open his eyes in a big doll like way.

Jungkook got up from his spot and laid down right next to you, like his head was resting on your hand. You didn't expect him to be this close to you but here you were.

"Like this? I hope I'm not causing you to be uncomfortable." Jungkook frowned as you nodded no making sure Jungkook doesn't feel at fault at all. You shared the blanket with Jungkook seeing him cuddle with it, you felt your heart burst just a little bit.

Jungkook soon pass out due to overworking himself. When you woke up, your entire house was cleaned, laundry was done, and breakfast was cooked and he had organized your work office. You could see the lotus flower change color to a bright pink to a darker shade of black each hour of the day. By the time Jungkook passed out his flower was black. Meaning he ran out of energy and needed more, you continued to get more tired as you could hear Jungkook's lil snores and you wrapped him more up with the blanket. You soon tried to stay awake but passed out, right next to Jungkook.

You woke up and saw you were cuddling with Jungkook. Your hand wrapped around his waist. You were flustered and tried to replace your hand with a pillow. The lotus was a light shade of pink. You looked at the time to see it was barely light outside. Your hand must have woken you up due to it being cut off circulation for a long time. You hissed as you felt your blood going back to your hand. You saw Jungkook flutter his eyes open to see you two were cuddling.

"I'm sorry! I didn't mean for this to happen, I'm sorry if I made you uncomfortable!" Jungkook got up from the couch and bowed trying to apologize.

"Jungkook, your flower it's still not fully charged. Come back so you can go to bed." You reached out to Jungkook as he hesitant a bit.

"But, I shouldn't." Jungkook thought as he climbed back into the couch with you. He grabbed the pillow and scooted a little bit away from you. You could see on his ears that he was blushing.

"Goodnight Jungkook."

"Goodnight...”

[necropsittacus]

1, 3, 7, 8, 25, 28, 35, 40, 43, 50? for the ask game. feel free to ignore some of these bc i kind of just went "oh look how many interesting questions" lol

1.  Do you prefer writing with black or blue pen?

black; i kind of accumulate “weird” ink colors though. i took most of my notes last semester in gold glitter gel pen. 

3. If you could learn a new skill, what would it be?

hh lots of things. i’d like to learn to code if/when i get the energy+could find a class for it. also more like hands-on crafts stuff, sewing or something; that’s historically been hard to get into with my motor issues but The Concept is good 

7. If you could be a mythical creature, which would you choose?

ah. lots. depends how we’re defining mythical. dragon? vampire? some sort of primordial sea monster? the usual go-to is “idk eldritch horror bird thing” but that’s not Mythical 

8. Do you prefer reading paper or electronic books?

depends? i normally use ebooks at this point in my life but paper ones can be nice if i have a headache or need to save battery

25. Do you prefer to use pen or pencil?

uhh. i like pen better sensorily+aesthetically, pencil makes weird noises if it isn’t sharp enough and also ink is just Nice and Fun, but sometimes my handwriting looks better in pencil? (especially in cyrillic for some reason?) also i always draw in pencil. 

28. What would you want your legacy to be?

i don’t have a good answer to this anymore; a few years ago it would have been power, glory, diplomatic success, but i’ve been so focused on like...just getting through college. that i haven’t really thought about it realistically. i do want to be remembered fondly, and to do something with my life that will make a meaningful contribution to the world (either in terms of scientific discovery or like. people’s welfare) 

35. If money was not a factor, how would you live your life?

don’t know honestly? i might still want to stay in academia as long as possible, and just like...take it slow. if i didn’t have to worry about needing to graduate in four years. so i can have the Learning Things I Think Are Cool and Living Within Systems I Know How To Operate stuff without stressing myself to the degree i do. i really wouldn’t like actually not having work and/or school, even with financial pressures out of the picture. 

also i really want to be able to just throw money at my loved ones+people who need it. like. you want to buy this thing and i care about you? whoops guess it’s yours now. you need money for a place to stay? i will deal with this. i’m aware that’s not realistic but isn’t this the point of the question? (and also the first one of those i kind of will do for people as is if it feels permitted but like. on a grander scale.)

also i’m over-fond of like. pretty clothes and like jewelry from local shops and things of that nature, and going out for tea all the time. and swords. oh and also given this question has to do with the removal of financial obstacles not social ones it feels too unrealistic to say i’d like more of a social support system and all that, which you’ve heard too many times already lmao, but i honestly would probably have paid companions if i had that kind of money to throw at things. just for the attention and social need fulfillment. 

40. If you had to have a tattoo, what would it be and where would you get it?

lmao i keep meaning to get a tattoo it just keeps getting put off because like picking a place to do it and all that is scary and i’m busy with school. maybe it’ll be something i actually commit to doing as a birthday present. i know i want turin turambar’s grave inscription somewhere on my meat puppet at some point; also maybe some bird and sword imagery? and if my thing about starscream continues to be Of Lasting Significance i have had “decepticon insignia tramp stamp” suggested to me before and it is Not Out of the Question. 

43. What is one thing you want to overcome/conquer?

my own damn brain, mostly, tbh. also: if my mental health wasn’t a load of garbage i would be fucking unstoppable academically and i Would Like To Be Better Than My Classmates and Peers and Have Everyone Know It. 

50. Invent your own word. What does it mean?

this isn’t invention so much as me sticking roots together in fairly intuitive ways but uhh i think autohybristophilia should be a concept 

[imaginesethrollins]

Explode

A/N: This is could be seen as sorta a part 2 of Wires. But also you don’t need to read it to understand this...so...yeah. Read what you want. :D

Pairings: Negan X Reader

Summary: You’re fixing a computer in hopes of getting something off it, Negan is there and doesn’t think what you’re doing is safe.

Warnings: Swearing

Word Count: 1400+

Negan was leaning against the table, watching you, while you were leaning over a cluster of wires, gloves on and a pair of safety glasses. 

“You need to take a step back, because once I connect these wires, one of two things are going to happen.” Negan raised an eyebrow. “What are those two things?”

“One, it’ll spark. Two, it’s going to pop, set on fire and then explode.” Negan pushed off the table and stared at you. “Explode?” You nodded your head. 

“Yep.” Negan’s eyes went wide. “You do realize how fucking crazy that sounds, right?!” You glanced at him from under the glasses. “And you do realize you’re still in the blast zone?”  Negan quickly took a few steps back.

You smirk. “This is all for a fucking fuckery computer….That you don’t even have mother fucking internet for?!” Sighing you look up to the ceiling. 

“You do know you don’t have to be in here right?” Negan squinted his eyes. “And you do fucking know you don’t need to be fucking doing this?!”

You slammed your hands down on the table. “If you don’t like the chance of having a bunch of fucking wires catch fire and blow, then walk out then door you came in! I didn’t ask you to be in here!”

He stared at you. You took a deep breath, you were so close to connecting the wires when Negan spoke up. “I don’t want you to get hurt doing this. It isn’t safe.”

 You look over your shoulder. “I have gloves on…I’m not going to get hurt.” Negan threw his hands in the air. “That’s not going to stop you from getting your hands blow off!”

“Jesus! Will you shut the fuck up for ten fucking seconds!?” Negan snapped his mouth closed and moved forwards, folding his arms over his chest. 

You moved them closer again, mere inches from touching. Negan cringed and clenched his hands. “Jesus fuck!” He shouted as the wires sparked.

You watched with happiness as the computer booted up. Negan watched as you fiddled around with the wires for a few more moments. 

You pulled your gloves off and pushed your glasses up on your head. “Did…Did it just fucking…work?” Negan asked, dumbfounded. You watched the computer boot up with a large smile on your face. “Yeah it fucking did.”

Negan stepped behind you and watched the desktop flicker on. “Holy fuck balls…” The background was a nothing more than a generic forest setting, but the desktop was filled with files and applications.

 “Where did you find this?” You bite your lip. “It was mine.” Negan looked down at you.

“I went to my…house on a run a few weeks ago. It was just a quick drop in…to see it, ya know? I found it still sitting on my desk where I left it, so I took it with the charger. Only that charger was fucking broken so I thought I could find a way to jump the battery…Just for a few minutes of use so I could look at something on here. I just got around to looking at the thing now.”

Negan stepped closer to you, looking over your shoulder. You clicked open a folder and a bunch of documents showed up. 

You quickly flicked through the documents until found the one you were looking for. “Hand me that notebook and pen.” Negan reached out and grabbed it. You took it from him and began writing a bunch of things down on the page.

“What the fuck is all this for? And what the fuck does any of that mean?” You turned the page on the notebook and then clicked open another document. Negan watched as the percent went down on the battery.

“You only got 7% left…” You quickly wrote and clicked open another document. “Here. Write this down for me…” You shoved the pen at Negan and pointed to the paragraphs that you wanted him to write.

You pulled your gloves back on and flicked your glasses down, pulling the broken charger towards you. “What are you doing?” Negan asked, looking up from the book. “Just keep writing. I’ll tell you after. “

You plugged the charger into an extension cord. “You got 1%.” You then quickly plugged the charger into the computer and watched with anxious eyes. 

The little light on the charger flicked on and your computer becoming the slightest of bits brighter. You fixed the charger. Negan smiled at you smiling. You were so happy with yourself.

“Fuck…This is going to be helpful.” You said, tossing you gloves down on the table. You walked across the workshop over your personal corner. 

You opened your mini fridge, grabbing a can of soda and a water bottle. Walking back over to Negan you handed him the water.

“Why don’t I fucking get the soda?” You opened the can and slurped loudly. “Cause I bought it with my points. Water is free, you can have that.”

Negan reached out a took the soda can from your hand. “Hey!” He took a long drink from it. “I’ll get you a fucking another, shut the fuck up and share it.” 

You chuckled and leaned against the table with a happy sigh. “So what the fuck are you going to do with this? It’s not like you have the fucking internet.”

You nodded your head. “True. I don’t. But I do have all my files which are helpful. I already know what file has what I need to fix Simon’s truck.” 

Negan handed you the can back. “This was all for Simon’s fucking truck?” You nodded your head as you sipped from the can. “Yeah…What did you think it was for?”

“Well, you said it was yours…So I fucking thought you were trying to fix the fucker to look at photos.” You look away from Negan. “No…This was my school and work laptop. I had a personal one but���It was smashed beyond repair…” 

Negan frowned. “Anyway…I have my photos on the wall over there…So I don’t need any other ones…All it would do is make this worse.”

Negan just stayed silent. “You can go now…You don’t gotta hang around me. I’m just clean all this up and look through these files and see what else I can find for the truck.” 

You turned away from him and began putting your tools away. “I’ll see you the fuck around. Don’t stay up too late.”

You were sitting in your bed, cutting an apple and reading over a few different files when your door opened. 

You titled your wrist and looked at the time. It was well past midnight. The curtain that separated your personal room from the workshop, was pulled aside. Negan walked in.

“Hey.” You said, moving your legs so Negan could sit. He set Lucille down, along with a backpack. “Going somewhere?” He shook his head. “No. Just came to see what the fuck you were doing.” 

You gestured towards the computer. “Still looking through some of these. Moving documents to a new folder that will hold everything I need for the truck.”

Negan opened the backpack. “Well, you’re fucking down with that for tonight. I got something else in fucking mind.” You watched as he pulled out a stack of DVDs, soda cans, and small snack bags. 

“Negan, what the fuck?” He smiled at you as he kicked his boots off. “Have some fucking fun for once. I don’t know the last time I saw you fucking do anything outside of this workshop.”

“Because I don’t need to do anything outside of this workshop. My job is in here, or out by a car. There isn’t time for fun anymore.” 

Negan stood up and took the computer from your lap. “Shut the fuck up and move over.” You sigh. “Negan, let’s be adults about this.” Negan tilted his head, waiting. “We shouldn’t be watching movies…It’s not right.”

 Negan let out a breath of annoyance. “Shut up and move the fuck over. Who gives a hot fucking damn about what’s right and what’s fucking wrong anymore?”

You sighed and scooted over. He dropped down on the bed, kicking his feet up. “So, what do you want to watch? Romance? Drama? Action? Thriller?”

[paranoid-fighter]

Chapter 7: Gabe teaches | Jesse learns

And Jack laments

Author’s notes: 1) My apologies for the delay - between work and my own health, it’s been hard to sit and write.  2) Feedback is welcome and appreciated 3) I hope you enjoy this chapter. 

Update: Here is the table of contents for the Gabriel Reyes stories: http://paranoid-fighter.tumblr.com/overwatchReyes

Word count: 4840-ish Overwatch and all its characters and settings are property of Blizzard. Original characters belong to me. 

Reyes nodded calmly. In truth, he wanted nothing more than to scream. He wanted to tell Jesse to run far away from the base and to never look back. He wanted to keep him safe from the disaster that he and Jack were about to unleash. He wanted to spare him from the fate that he had just brought upon himself. He knew that Jesse had just signed his life away...

...and he had given him the pen.

   "Good man," Gabe said; his voice was filled with a resolve that he himself did not have. "May I see your phone, Jesse?" "My phone?" Jesse raised an eyebrow as he pulled his phone out of his pocket. He handed it over to his commander without question but sputtered in surprise as Gabe quickly took the case apart and removed the battery. "Boss! What're you doing?" "Now we can talk freely." Gabriel met Jesse's gaze. "Jesse, Jack, take note of the time. Ten thirty seven on Tuesday the 24th. If anyone asks, we were discussing a drill that will be conducted upon the Blackwatch base. It will be a security drill where a red team will infiltrate the base, with the end goal of breaking into my office. Do we all understand?" "Yes." Jack nodded. "Boss, I don't--" "Jesse, memorize what I just told you. In case anyone asks what we just discussed at this time, we all need to keep to the same story." He ran a hand down his face. "What Jack and I are planning is treason, on a global scale. We're trying to keep to a specific story for now, to avoid any and all suspicion if we start getting questioned.” He gestured down to the disassembled phone. “At this point, I don't trust our phones to not be bugged." He watched as Jesse stared in horror at his phone. "If we're caught," Gabe continued, "we'll be lucky if all they do is kill us." The commander ran a hand down his tired face. "Jack will be buying us new phones - they will have only two numbers in it. We will be able to communicate with each other on those phones. Anything related to this," he waved a hand between himself and Jack, "will only be discussed on those phones. If someone sees the phone we will give you, you must let us know and then confiscate the phone. It will be used to only communicate with us or anyone else that we explicitly involve." "It should go without saying," Jack met Jesse's gaze, "that no one else knows about this, nor will they. Do not tell anyone about this unless we both tell you to involve them. This is to be handled with the utmost secrecy--" "What?!" Jesse spluttered as he looked between them. "What the fuck are you two goin' on about? Look at you! You're talkin' like spies! I don't get it. What's hap--" "Jesse," Gabe sat up in bed as he looked to the young soldier, "you know exactly what this is about. You have seen the reports on my desk, I know you have. I made sure you saw them." "Well, yeah, but..." He sat back in his chair as he tried to get his thoughts to stop spiraling. "I went from agreein' to helpin' you to findin' out about treason. I mean, I ain't a stranger to that, but..." He shook his head. "You're sayin' that all the shit Overwatch has done, that we've done, hasn't been for, y'know, the benefit of the world?" Jesse blinked at the naivety of his own words before shaking his head again. "Ain't no one free from corruption, huh?"

  "No, no they are not." Jack sighed. "I had my suspicions, but Gabriel's research just confirmed it. I was in denial, I'll admit," he did not look to his lover, "but I cannot refute it anymore. Overwatch does do some work for the betterment and protection of the world, but it also works to the favor of the men and women who ordered its creation. Blackwatch is the exact same way." He met Jesse's gaze. "I--no, we--are tired of being used. We signed our lives away to become soldiers to protect the world in which we live. We did not go through the horrors of the SEP to become pawns, nor will we continue to risk the lives of our soldiers or ourselves for anything but protecting the innocent. We did this for the betterment of the world - not to line the pockets of politicians." Jesse frowned up at Jack, thinking that the man's words sounded perfect for a press release - or an omission of guilt. "You're talkin' like you've already been caught." He looked over to Gabe. "So what're we going to do?" "For now, exactly what we have been. This isn't something that we can hastily act upon. We need proof. More proof. Completely undeniable proof. We're going to keep doing what we have been, documenting everything along the way. When we have a case that cannot be refuted, we will act." "And do... what?" "We'll release the information to the world right after we disband our armies. We will not have our forces in place when we release this information - soldiers will be scattered across the world on different 'missions' that we'll order them to go on. As soon as that information is released, we'll go into hiding. All of us." Gabe fought to keep his expression as neutral as he could; he did not want Jesse to see the fear in his eyes. "And I am afraid that we may have to spend the rest of our lives in hiding."

  Jesse saw Jack flinch but he himself only shrugged. "Not like I've not done that before." He looked between the two commanders again. "So, for now it's just business as usual?" "Yes." Jack nodded. "Gabriel and I will be discussing this more at length during the rest of his recovery. We will determine the proper course of action for us to take." "Jack, go ahead and get the phones. It’s late enough that no one should question you leaving the base for a while. Do you have enough cash on you to get them?" "Yes." He pushed himself away from the wall. "I will see you two soon." He gave a curt nod before leaving the room.

    Gabriel remained motionless until the sound of Jack's retreating feet had faded into silence.

 He reached out to his soldier. "Jesse," his voice was as unsteady as his hands, "why did you agree to this?" "Because you asked me for help. You're my commander," Jesse held Gabe's hands. "You're my boss." "You've just followed me into hell..." "At least I'll be in good company." He gave his commander a small, crooked smile. Gabriel, despite the situation, returned the smile. "Indeed." He squeezed the man's hands once more before leaning back. "I'm going to call Lori in here. There's something that I need to do and I do not want to let it wait any more. You can take your phone back, but don't put the battery back in until after Jack returns with the new phones." "Alright." He returned the pieces to his pocket as Gabe pressed the call button.

 It took only three minutes for Lori arrive.

 She threw open the door and rushed inside, followed by two other scrub-clad men. Security guards, Jesse figured, judging by the outlines of the concealed guns. He watched as Lori came to Gabe's side before shifting his gaze back to the guards. They were standing between themselves and the doorway; both men looked like they were ready to jump into action at the slightest provocation. "Gabe, what's wrong?" Lori asked as she checked his vitals. "Nothing; I'd like to leave." "You ripped your stitches just a few hours ago!" "Yes, I know." Gabe's lips quirked into a grin. "But I'd like to leave now. Is there any real reason for me to stay here?" "Yeah - for rest and recovery!" "I'd rather do that in my own bed." Lori sighed. "Pain in my ass, I swear." She shook her head. "Gabe, I don't think you should leave just yet. You need to rest. At the very least, let that course of antibiotics," she gestured to a mostly-empty IV bag, "finish up, okay?" "There's about ten minutes left in it, yeah?" "Yeah. When that's empty, give me a call and I'll discharge you. But!" She poked his chest. "You better get your ass back in here bright and early! We gotta keep those antibiotics in you if we want to cure that infection, alright?" "I'll be back here at 7 am, sharp." "Fine." She looked to the two guards. "Go on; go back to your stations." They hesitated, not moving until she began to shoo them out of the room.

  Lori looked to the commander as she stood in the doorway. "Give me a call when the bag empties and I'll unhook you, okay? I shouldn't, but I know Jesse'll bring you back here if you get worse." Jesse gave a playful salute to the nurse as she closed the door.

  When the two could only hear the silence of the mostly-empty bay, Jesse looked up to his commander. "What are you gonna do?" "I want to change your duties. I want you with me at all times now. I have the feeling that I am going to be needing a body guard and I trust you more than I do anyone else." He gave a half smile. "I hope you aren't upset that we won't be announcing your new rank to the rest of the forces, though. "New rank?" "It wouldn't be right to have a sergeant standing at the side of a General, now would it?" "No...?" "Exactly. Congratulations, Major Jesse Gabriel McCree." Gabe's smile reached his eyes. Jesse mouthed the words in disbelief as he stared to his commander--no, his General. He knew Gabe hated the title, but it's what he was; Gabe wasn't just his commander...

  He was General Reyes of Blackwatch - one of the most powerful men in the world.

  Gabe watched Jesse processing this new development, all but laughing at the way he was blinking owlishly in confusion. "Jesse, when you find your feet, can you return to my room and bring me a change of clothes? I don't want to walk through the base in scrubs." "Yessir, Gener--" "Don't fucking call me that." "Sure thing, boss." "Much better." Gabe smiled as he settled himself down into the uncomfortable bed.

  His smile vanished the moment the door closed...

  Gabriel stared into the dark room as worry and guilt filled his heart; he had known that Jesse would agree to help him, had known that the kid would do anything he asked. He had held onto the vain hope that Jesse, for once in his life, would have told him no.

  He carefully drew his legs up to his chest and sighed. None of this was what he had signed up for when he had enlisted into Overwatch. He had thought he was simply going to be another grunt soldier, a standard Joe with a gun and a rucksack. He had not expected to ever rise to the point of leading troops, let alone to the point of commanding Blackwatch. And yet, he wasn't surprised that this had happened.

  He had dedicated himself to Overwatch all those years ago, just as he still did. Overwatch kept a roof over his head and food in his stomach. Hector's home had long since been sold and his mother refused to speak to him. His cousins, too, were not fond of him - he couldn't prove it, but he was certain it was because of his estranged mother. Overwatch was all that he had and he did everything he could to ensure that he wouldn't lose it.

  And yet, he chuckled darkly, funny how fast things change...

    Jesse passed Lori in the hallway and gave the frazzled woman a grin. "Take care of him," she grumbled as she gave Jesse a quick hug, "he's as ornery as they come right now." "How's that a change from the usual?" Lori gave him a half-smile as she went to go check on her other patients.

  Jesse stepped into Gabriel's room and closed the door behind him. He placed a change of clothes down on the bed and stepped back. "Want me to leave the room so you can change?" "I don't care." Gabe said as he pulled off the hospital gown. "Thanks for bringin--Jesse, what the fuck?" "What?" "These are not mine. Where the fuck did you find these?" "What?" Jesse asked, trying and failing to sound innocent. "Mijo, one of these days, I swear I'm gonna kick your ass." Reyes found himself staring down at a pair of black sweat pants with the word 'JUICY' emblazoned across the seat. He grumbled as he pulled on the pants and the shirt before sliding out of bed.

  Gabe hurried out of the infirmary, grateful that Lori was with a patient and couldn't see him. He knew that she'd demand pictures and the last thing he wanted was to have his pant-clad ass be the background on her cellphone again.

  Jesse followed behind him, grinning from ear to ear as he followed his commander - it took every ounce of willpower he didn't know he had to not wolf-whistle. Gabe might be his boss, but he could still appreciate a nice ass when he saw one...

    After a blessedly uneventful walk through the base, the pair found themselves frowning as they stood within Reyes' room. The blood had dried on the floor and the papers were still scattered across the entire room.   "Jesse, clean up the documents." He sighed as he went to fetch a towel. "Don't worry about putting them back in order right now. I'll take care of the blood." "Yessir."

  They worked quickly and silently to put Reyes' room back together. Jesse gathered the sheets and righted the upended chair as Gabriel cleaned up the dried puddle of his own blood. He did not comment on the way Reyes' hands were shaking as he saw the man's tight-lipped expression. He knew Gabe well enough to know that the man was fighting to keep his composure and he wasn't about to press the issue. If Gabe wanted to talk, he would do it on his own time.

  "He nearly killed me, Jesse."

  He just hadn't expected Gabe to talk about it now.

  "He nearly killed me." He said again. "He admitted it. He admitted he shoved me on purpose. He admitted he nearly killed me because I knew too much." Reyes was sitting on the floor, right next to the cleaned tile and the bloodied towel. "The man I love nearly killed me. I wanted to have my life with him, and he with me, and he nearly killed me." Reyes stared down at the blood on his hands - his own blood. "Jesse, I don't--I mean," he sighed, "that isn't Jack. The man you saw today? That's not Jack. I don't even know who that is, but I know that's not my Jack." He closed his eyes. "Just as I'm not his Gabriel anymore." "Boss?" Jesse's tone was low, eerily calm. "Are you honestly telling me he tried to murder you?" "Mijo, you are not allowed to leave my side right now." "What?" "For all of our sakes, you are not allowed to leave my side." "...Fine." "You're not allowed to lay a hand on him, either. Not yet." "Com--" "No, Jesse. No. Not yet." Reyes slowly pushed himself to his feet and picked up the towel. "When all this is said and done, and we're all safe, then I'll give him a ten second head start before I let you go after him. But, for now, we need him. He needs me, I need him. I need you. I need everyone to work together, because if we have any sort of rift between us, we'll all swing from the gallows." "...Fine." Jesse huffed. "Fine. But you better promise me that I'll get my licks in one day." "One day, yes. But not now." Jesse nodded, seemingly placated. "So what now?"

  "Now, I'm going to change out of these fucking sweats and we're going to go to my office." Gabe said as he made his way to his small dresser. He pulled out a pair of nondescript pants before pushing the sweats off of his hips. He went to step out of them, only to bite back a scream as he felt his newly-stitched incisions pulling. Jesse ran to his side and grabbed him, holding him steady as Gabe tried to clear the stars from his vision. He guided Gabe back to the bed and helped him sit, his young face contorted with worry as he saw Gabe paling from the pain. "Boss? Do I need to get some oxy?" "No." He hissed. "I need my wits about me. I'll take some ibuprofen, though. Eight hundred milligrams." "Sure thing." Jesse hurried into the small bathroom and began sorting through the pill bottles.

  He rejoined Gabe a moment later and handed him a large pill and a cup of water. He watched as Gabe swallowed the pill with only a sip of water before he closed his eyes. "We'll go to my office in a few minutes." His voice was thin. "At your leisure, boss."

   The two men made their way through the base, neither talking as they walked to Gabe's office. Most of the soldiers had settled in for the night, with only a few men and women milling about the halls. Jesse watched as Gabe unlocked the door to his office and followed him inside. He blinked at the alien sight of Mrs. Ramanaja's empty desk; he had half-expected her to still be there. "So, where does Mrs. Ramanaja live?" "On base." "What? Really? I never see her." "That's because she doesn't want to be seen." Gabe smiled wryly. "She's going to be a part of this too, Jesse. No way for her not to be. She sees everything we do." "But she's just a secreta--" "Before you finish that statement, do you want to know why it took me so long to find a replacement for Andrew?" "Yeah." "Because I wanted someone with a background in the Special Forces. Mrs. Ramanaja was a career soldier, but I'm not at liberty to disclose the full details or what army she served in. All you need to know is that she's a force of nature," his smile grew, "and she also makes a good cup of tea." "...understood." Jesse threw one final look over his shoulder as he followed Gabe into his office. He swore he saw the butt of a rifle strapped to the underside of the desk.

  Gabe sat at his desk and drummed his fingers on his knee as he waited for his computer to wake up. "The password changes every week," Gabe said without looking to the soldier, "every Monday morning. I'll tell you how to find the password later. For now, come here." He looked up to Jesse. "Follow what I do. If something happens to me and our operation is blown before we're ready, I want you to delete the records of this entire base. I'll show you how to do it. And I'll keep showing you until you can do it with your eyes closed." "O-okay," Jesse swallowed as he stood next to Gabe, watching as the man pulled up a terminal window and began to type. "I can't get to all of the backup copies from here," Gabe continued typing, "but I've got a contingency plan to take care of them. We'll go over that later and I'll tell you what you need to do to set that plan in motion." "Understood." Jesse's voice shook slightly. "If you can't do this, Mrs. Ramanaja can. She knows how and she knows when she'll need to do it." "Good." His tone grew a little stronger with the reassurance that he wouldn't be the only person saddled with this responsibility. He watched as Gabe began to walk him through the databases and how to navigate the tables...

   The next three days passed without much fanfare. Reyes began a new course of antibiotics and spent most of his days sick to his stomach and knitting in an attempt to keep his blood pressure down. Jesse spent his time sitting next to Reyes, talking with his commander as Reyes relayed everything he knew. Jack spent his time doing work within Reyes' office, managing both Overwatch and Blackwatch with the help of Mrs. Ramanaja.

The only interesting thing that had happened was the one thing that Jesse wasn't privy to.

  Gabe and Jack had changed their sleeping arrangements on the night they received their new phones. After plenty of arguing and a stern hand on his back, Jesse left the pair as he went to go get Reyes' medications from the clinic. When he had come back, he noticed that Reyes' room was nowhere near as crowded as it had been before. "Jack is taking a room elsewhere in the base." Gabe did not look up from his knitting. "Good." Jesse sat on the edge of the bed. "It's safer that way." "Indeed..." Gabe's tone was firm as his eyes were dour. "I am considering moving your room to be adjacent to mine. I will talk with the agents in the morning to see what we can do." "Alright." Jesse looked to the hat. "Y'really want me close, don't you?" "You do me no good as a bodyguard if you aren't here." "Yeah..."

  Gabe glanced up at the young man, his expression softening as he saw Jesse's glum face. "It's more than that, you know. I want you around me - now, more than ever." He lowered his needles. "This is a stressful time and we don't know who our enemies are. We need our allies and our family and we need them close." He nudged Jesse's leg with his foot. "Smile, mijo. We're fine for now." "How can I, boss? I mean, look at what happened! Jack nearly killed you and we're plottin' to overthrow Overwatch. Shit, next you're gonna tell me we're gonna go capture the president of England!" "England doesn't have a president." Gabe returned his gaze to his knitting. "And yes, it's bad, but right now, everything's fine." He shook his head. "Enjoy it while you can, mijo. I don't know how much longer it'll last..."

     The peace lasted for three days.

 Jesse stared down at the ball of yarn as he idly rolled it between his hands. This wasn't at all what he had expected when Reyes told him he'd be his new bodyguard, but he wasn't really complaining. He could hear the quiet hum of the ceiling fan, the gentle music that filled the room and the rhythmic clicking of Reyes' knitting needles. Jesse let his fingers comb through the unwound yarn as he exhaled. His head came to rest against the wall behind the bed. He found himself nodding off as he was soothed by the susurrus.

For right now, he knew, everything was safe.

  Here, in the quiet bedroom, there was no Blackwatch. There was no Overwatch. There were no unseen enemies, no fear and no threats of death. There were no monsters lurking in the shadows and there was nothing here that could jeopardize his life or the life of his commander.

  He glanced over to Reyes and found himself smiling. Reyes was focused on the hat he was knitting; his normally intense gaze had grown as soft as the cashmere yarn that wove between his needles.

  There was only peace here, he thought; peace and the steady sound of Reyes' knitting.

  Jesse's smile grew dewy as sleep settled itself onto his shoulders...

  He was pulled back to consciousness a moment later as a knitting needle poked his side.

  "Jesse," The young man bolted upright, his eyes wide and searching as his hand reached for the empty holster on his hip. "I did not officially change your duties so you could fall asleep beside me." "...sorry, boss," Jesse mumbled as he rubbed his eyes, "I just, uh..." He glanced down to the red yarn he still held. "I mean, can y'blame me?" Reyes chuckled as he resumed knitting. "Perhaps I should teach you how to knit. It might keep you occupied - and awake." "I dunno. I mean, if y'want me to be occupied, I could read--" "You fall asleep on your books on a regular basis." "--or I could help with the paperwork--" Reyes glanced over to him. "Are you telling me you want to do paperwork? Because that can easily be arranged." "...so, how 'bout that knitting?" Jesse turned to face Reyes, staring intently down at the needles he held. "How's this work? Hold two sticks, wiggle them a bit and then stuff appears?" "More or less." He smiled. "You're just wanting to learn so you can get away from paperwork, aren't you?" "Maybe." Reyes sat up a little straighter. "Do you really want to learn?" "Yeah." Jesse nodded. "I mean, you seem to enjoy it and I figure if you can do it for hours on end, it's gotta be pretty relaxing. Y'don't tolerate bullshit or tedious stuff for long." Gabe laughed at that. "Alright then. Go to the closet; there's a bag just inside the door. There's plenty of yarn in there and some extra needles - grab whatever yarn you want." "'kay." He did as Reyes told him and hummed to himself as he rummaged through the large bag. "Why do you have all this stuff, boss?" "Sandy gave it to me." "Did she know you knit?" "No. I didn't know how until about a week ago, actually. She gave me all of it and she taught me how to use it - she said it'd be something good for me to do while recovering." "Oh." Jesse picked up a ball of thick blue yarn and some needles before making his way back to the bed. "You're really good at it, especially since you just started." "Practice." Reyes yawned, "I can't sleep on these medications, so I knit." "Oh..." Jesse sat down beside his commander and looked up to him. "Y'know you can text me, right? I mean, I'd come keep you company if you can't sleep."  "I know, mijo, but I'll be fine." He glanced over at the yarn Jesse held and nodded. "Good, that'll be easy for you to work with. You ready?" "Yup." Jesse grinned.

    Jack ran a hand down his tired face as he made his way slowly to Reyes' room. It was only Friday, but he was utterly exhausted - he honestly didn't know how Gabe could manage the amount of drudgery with just himself and Mrs. Ramanaja. Yes, the woman was amazing at what she did, but she was just one person and Reyes was just another. How did they manage to have time to do anything besides paperwork? Hell, he had an entire clerical staff at his base and he still spent most of his day stuck behind his desk!

  He continued to grumble as he walked through the halls, his dark mood leaving him just long enough to return the salutes of the soldiers that he passed. They were respectful, at least, but Jack was still reeling from culture shock as he walked through the Blackwatch headquarters. This place was so very different from his own base. Everything at Zurich was done by the books and on a very set schedule. Here?

  He shook his head as he passed by the recreation room, trying to ignore the sounds of the Mockingbirds and the Hellcats. The Mockingbird unit was trying and apparently succeeding at defending their title of Foosball champions.

  For the tenth time that day, he swore that the Blackwatch base was nothing more than barely organized chaos...

  At long last, Jack reached Gabriel's room.

  He pushed open the door to Reyes' room and paused as he stared at the scene before him.

  Jesse and Reyes were both sitting on the bed, their backs against the headboard with knitting needles dangling from their limp hands. Jesse's head had fallen onto Reyes' shoulder; Reyes' head had come to rest on top of Jesse's. Both men were sleeping soundly with their laps covered by various balls of yarn and half-knitted pieces. Jack blinked at the sight of a poorly made blue hat on Reyes' head but remained silent as he pulled out his phone. He took a picture of the resting pair before he cleared his throat. "Look alive, gentlemen. We've got a mission to sabotage..."

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The present condition of styli and the iPad: does the stylus still blow it? While Apple has everything except overlooked stylus input, the new iPad might be the best.

Be that as it may, he was doing the gadget all off-base. It had a stylus. When you have a stylus, you're dead. This supper resembled the tenth time he conversed with me about it, and I was so tired of it that I returned home and stated, "Fuck it, we should demonstrate to him what a tablet can truly be."

Spurious supper story or not, Apple did to be sure show Microsoft how tablets are done, and endeavored to cover the stylus in doing as such. Be that as it may, after 10 years and soon after the dispatch of the new iPad, it turns out the stylus isn't dead in any way. Actually, it's improving.

Pen and Paper

The absence of styli at the Apple Store misrepresents the gigantic market of pens perfect with the iPad, by far most utilizing a straightforward capacitive nib made of elastic. Like the basic simple ballpoint pen, picking a capacitive stylus to a great extent boils down to individual inclination, however the Bamboo Stylus from Wacom is a well known decision, and in light of current circumstances.

At around $30 US, the Bamboo Stylus is not modest, and it doesn't feel shabby. Close by the pen is smooth, yet not elusive, wonderfully profound (20g) and all around adjusted. While the 120mm length may appear to be smallish, I think that its agreeable in my largish male hand. The nib is delicate elastic, smaller than numerous contenders (6mm), and effortlessly replaceable. When they can be found in stock, a 3-pack costs $5 from Wacom.

The main outline grievance I have with the Bamboo Stylus would be that the clasp is not a removable top for securing the sensitive nib. Other than that, Wacom has made an amazing showing with regards to in making an advanced pen that is the equivalent of more refined simple partners in look and feel. Tragically, not even 25 years of configuration involvement in advanced pens can defeat the iPad's inherent blemish as a bit of paper.

To be reasonable, iPads, and also Android tablets, speak to an enormous figurative headway over the great Windows Tablet PC, from earth tablets to papyrus as far as mass and weight. Likewise, papyrus has about twofold the battery life of dirt, however the iPad includes a noteworthy specialized issue of its own.

Palm Rejection

No note-taking application that uses a basic stylus, regardless of how all around coded, can conquer the natural information strategy for the iPad, multi-touch. Numerous purposes of contact unavoidably leave stray imprints from knuckles and the side of hand. Having said that, some note-taking applications are superior to others, both in palm dismissal and list of capabilities.

At the low end are free applications like Bamboo Paper (Free) from Wacom. It gives a solitary note pad, a couple of various foundations and pen decisions, and restricted sharing. For $1.99, an in-application overhaul includes numerous journals and distributed storage, yet it's still really lean.

Pixel Density of Paper

More costly applications like ($7.99) Notes Plus let you take notes by hand, console, and voice. Notes Plus additionally functions admirably to annotate PDFs, and including pictures and even website pages utilizing an implicit program. Alternatives for changing the pen stroke and shading are countless, and penmanship acknowledgment can be included as an in-application redesign for $1.99. Other than messaging or sending out pages or scratch pad as photographs, fare to iTunes or Google Docs as pictures and PDFs is upheld, as is Dropbox.

Notes Plus is a brilliantly rich and exquisitely composed application for taking notes on an iPad. What's more, similar to all the others, it bombs pitiably as a swap for pen and paper when utilized with a basic capacitive stylus. It resembles composing with a cracking crayon.It's not the blame of any application or stylus, however. Or maybe, this is on account of the iPad was composed because of a considerably blunter instrument: the finger. Notes Plus and different applications work around this constraint best by utilizing a zoom window that moves as you write in colossal, kid measured script that exchanges keeping in touch with the page. On the off chance that you need to compose between the lines, you'll require a superior apparatus, or for this situation a dongle.

Studio Pen I

The Studio Pen I from Byzero consolidates a capacitive stylus fueled by two watch batteries with a UART Dock Connector on the iPad in a smartpen framework. As the smaller, felt-shrouded, plastic tip infers, this outcomes in very precise situating and incredible palm dismissal when contrasted with a straightforward capacitive stylus.

The pen itself is plastic, without the weight of the Bamboo Stylus. The body is mysteriously formed like an adjusted square instead of being barrel shaped, and the top doesn't connect to the base when the pen is being used. So, the physical plan of the Studio Pen is discovered needing—it probably won't make any difference at all.

For the individuals who put the most elevated an incentive on free frame note taking, blending content with drawings, outlines, recipes, comment, or the syncopated musicality of experimental writing by hand, the Studio Pen is freeing. In any case, flexibility is not without a cost—effortlessly in abundance of $100 right now—and cost is not by any means the only issue with the Studio Pen.

The UART connector will require the expulsion of most iPad cases. Once associated, the Studio Pen will periodically should be adjusted, which takes around ten seconds. Adjustment depends on how you hold the pen. Change your hold and you may need to recalibrate.

Utilizing the Studio Pen requires a little weight, which brings about capable of being heard clicking. It's calmer than touch writing, and a great deal less recognizable with cursive over printing, yet there is sound. Some may locate the hard tip feels elusive on the glass surface of the iPad, while others might be diverted by a small circle, a virtual tip, demonstrating where the written work will be. With respect to slack, I saw none on an iPad 2, yet inquisitively had issues on the new iPad. Byzero item support rushed to react that a refresh tending to the issue will be inevitable.

On the off chance that this makes the Studio Pen appear to be unremarkable at the cost, it's simply because the Studio Pen is so near duplicating the simple experience of penmanship in the computerized medium, and the way that you are composing, yet not on paper, is an involvement in itself.

The product could be better, notwithstanding.

Ostensibly taking moderation somewhat far in both look and feel, Byzero's (Free) Studio Basic Plus is ordinary note programming, ailing in components and clean contrasted with applications like Notes Plus. For instance, the fix include just backpedals five strokes, not cool in a penmanship application. Studio Basic Plus has simple comment bolster for PDF records and Web pages. Fare and sharing is through email and Photos, Twitter, Facebook, and Dropbox.

On the off chance that Studio Basic Plus appears to be excessively austere or uncertain, the Studio Pen is bolstered by a few other phenomenal note applications, including ($3.99) GoodNotes and Ghostwriter Notes ($3.99), with support for Notes Plus and Noteshelf coming. Anybody owning an iPad or iPad 2 would do well to consider the Studio Pen, and also proprietors of the Android Galaxy Tab 10.1 and 8.9. Be that as it may, on the off chance that you have another iPad, you might need to hold up somewhat longer before purchasing a smartpen.Because the quantity of capacitive sensors in the new iPad is probably not going to have expanded, the Retina Display doesn't seem to enhance smartpen exactness, precisely. In any case, similarly as content looks better on a Retina Display, inking and smoothing of composing looks better in refreshed applications. Despite the fact that there's very little contrast between the A5 and A5X on figurative paper, on advanced paper the practically vague slack of the iPad 2 vanishes totally when composing with another iPad.

In any case, the greatest change will be Bluetooth 4.0. The low-control innovation will hinder the dongle, bring network without blending, consummate palm dismissal, and even include weight affectability. The code-named Blue Tiger from Ten One Design is a phenomenal case of cutting edge smartpens going to the new iPad. In the event that Bluetooth 4.0 is the greatest pick up for penmanship on the new iPad, there remains a particular missing feature.While OS X has had penmanship acknowledgment with Ink since 2002, it appears a sad expectation that iOS 6 will incorporate it. In the event that there is any expectation, it might return once more, amusingly, from Microsoft. Ten years after that critical supper party, Microsoft is planning to dispatch Windows 8 on another era of multi-touch tablets that are likewise penmanship amicable. The promotions contrasting the new iPad with W8 tablets could practically think of themselves, aside from not on another iPad without penmanship acknowledgment. All things being equal, Windows 8 tablets are probably not going to affect the market until 2013.

In 2012, the new iPad offering in the many millions will guarantee a 5,000 year old innovation stays fit as a fiddle in the computerized age, regardless of the possibility that Apple keeps on trusting the stylus is dead.