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ivan-fyodorovich-k · 9 months ago

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Here are the parts that make it sound like you think they are inferior to you:

almost every conversation topic revolved around gossip. Not necessarily the mean kind, but two-thirds of their discussions were about other people - mainly other kids at school - whom I didn't know. The remaining third was pop culture and complaining about homework. public schoolers seemed to dismiss socializing with kids who couldn't relate to the things immediately relevant to their personal lives (if you couldn't gossip or talk pop culture, what else was there to talk about with you?) Public schoolers were by far the most exclusionary in their social habits on average, in my experience. many public school kids have only surface-level conversation skills, but their social shortcomings are instead blamed on homeschooled kids' "inability to relate" Not everyone agrees that having your individuality crushed by relentless peer pressure for the sake of relating better to peers is a good trade-off. they had no idea how to talk to someone they didn't know and existed outside the school hivemind

Now maybe I am projecting, but if I were being accused personally of almost only being able to gossip, unable to relate to anyone outside my immediate existence, being exclusionary, only having surface-level conversation skills, allowing my individuality to crushed, and having no clue how to talk to someone outside my "hivemind," I struggle to see how I would take any of that as neutral or non-judgmental. I also cannot imagine how I would think that the person saying these things--who apparently did not see any of these attributes in themselves--would not see themselves as superior for lacking these attributes. But perhaps these failures in my imagination are themselves because I went to a public high school? If I had been homeschooled longer than I was, would I have the intellectual power to see how this is not condescending?

In addition to all that, consider the simple fact that you are saying that you were made to feel socially dysfunctional, and being made to feel socially dysfunctional has had a negative impact on you, and you are now arguing that actually it is the others who are socially dysfunctional, and you don't see how framing other people as socially dysfunctional, which caused you pain, would cause them pain?

If someone telling you that you are bad at socializing made you feel bad, how would you flipping the tables not be seen in exactly the same way by the people you are framing in the very way that hurt you?

And finally, public school kids are "standard" in the way that any majority is "standard." It doesn't mean better. Think of it like a distribution curve, maybe you and your homeschooled peers are on the advanced outskirts of that bell curve and your superior talents have rendered the ignorant masses disappointing and inaccessible to you, and they themselves fear and hate what they cannot understand, but for your superiority you'd still be a couple standards of deviation outside "normal." Maybe in the conversations you're having "normal" means "ideal" but it certainly doesn't have to mean that.

Whether it is feasible or even possible to raise the entire society to your standard is another conversation entirely.

I've also recently seen comments from conventionally schooled people who felt like the homeschoolers they met were socially ill-adept because they were not good at "relating to their peers."

Allow me to share some inside perspective as someone who was home schooled, and what that looked like from my side:

I had a great social circle in high school with friends from different schooling backgrounds, but I routinely found publicly schooled kids to be the hardest to socialize with in unfamiliar situations (e.g. a family friend's party, church youth group, etc.).

I'm sure it seemed to them like I had nothing to say and was overly quiet, but from my perspective, almost every conversation topic revolved around gossip. Not necessarily the mean kind, but two-thirds of their discussions were about other people - mainly other kids at school - whom I didn't know. The remaining third was pop culture and complaining about homework. It made it difficult for me to contribute to conversations, and they would quickly lose interest in talking to me once they realized that.

I don't know why, but many of the public schoolers seemed to dismiss socializing with kids who couldn't relate to the things immediately relevant to their personal lives (if you couldn't gossip or talk pop culture, what else was there to talk about with you?). I didn't have that issue with most private school or homeschool kids. Public schoolers were by far the most exclusionary in their social habits on average, in my experience.

Maybe I'm just on crack with this theory, but sometimes I wonder if the "socially awkward homeschooler" stereotype that's so prevalent in public school circles, isn't at least partially because many public school kids have only surface-level conversation skills, but their social shortcomings are instead blamed on homeschooled kids' "inability to relate".

#i somewhat doubt if it is all as you say that you've lost much not being able to socialize with them anyway #i am curious though I fear to learn who thinks public schooling is 'ideal'#my wife is a public school teacher and i've known a few public school teachers #everyone i've ever known who has anything to do with public school thinks it's a nightmare #but also #by virtue of the things they see #they often do not trust parents to homeschool #here is a defect in homeschoolers' imaginations that I think I detect #because your parents love you enough to invest in you like that #and because they have the resources to do it #you think it's normal #it's not normal #you're not normal #it is rare and so are you #most peoples' parents can't and won't do it #a lot of public school teachers see it as a question of public school or starvation #public school or prison #there are no good options #how to 'fix it' so everyone is in a home with the love and material resources to homeschool #however ideal such a system would be #very difficult to imagine how to implement that #in this any many other things there is what is and what should be #you probably are better than they are in every measurable way and good luck doing anything about it

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headspace-hotel · 1 year ago

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Researching herbicide resistance in weeds.

A decade ago, everyone said rotating applications of different herbicides was key to stopping herbicide resistance.

Then, around 2015, evidence from a large study emerged saying that this actually causes weeds to be MORE resistant, so the best thing to do is to spray a combination of multiple herbicides mixed together at once.

Now that is being called into question too. Whoda thunk it...

Herbicide resistance among weeds is only getting stronger. Recently, scientists found an annual bluegrass (Poa annua) on a golf course that was resistant to seven herbicide modes of action at once. Seven. SEVEN. Amaranth plants been found with resistance to six herbicide modes of action at once. Twenty years ago, the narrative was that resistance to glyphosate (Roundup) was unlikely to become widespread; today it's the second-most common type of resistance.

What's more, plants are developing types of herbicide resistance that are effective against multiple herbicides at once and harder to detect. Instead of changing the chemical processes within them that are affected by the herbicides so the herbicides don't work as well, they're changing the way they absorb chemicals in the first place. Resistant plants are producing enzymes that detoxify the herbicides before they even enter the plants' cells.

It took Monsanto ten years to develop crop varieties resistant to Dicamba (after weeds made 'Roundup Ready' crops pointless). Palmer amaranth evolved Dicamba resistance in five years.

So I asked, "Why are all the proposed solutions dependent on using more herbicides, when we know damn well that this is going to do nothing but make the weeds evolve faster?"

The answer is that chemical companies have the world in a death grip. They can't make money off non-chemical solutions, so chemical solutions get all the funding, research, and outreach to farmers.

But why do chemical companies have so much power?

One of the biggest reasons is the U.S. military.

In the Vietnam war, all of Vietnam was sprayed with toxic herbicides like Agent Orange, which was incredibly toxic to humans and affected the Vietnamese population with horrible illnesses and birth defects. Monsanto, the company that made the herbicides, knew that it did this, but didn't tell anyone. The US government didn't admit that they'd poisoned humans on a mass scale until Vietnam veterans started dying and coming down with horrible illnesses, and even then, it took them 40 years. (My Papaw died at 60 because of that stuff.) And the soldiers weren't there for very long. As for the Vietnamese people, the soil and water where they live is contaminated.

Similarly, during the "war on drugs," the US military sprayed Roundup and other chemicals on fields to destroy coca plants and other plants used in the manufacturing of drugs. This killed a lot of crops that farmers needed to live, and caused major health problems in places such as Columbia. The US government said that people getting sick were lying and that Roundup was just as safe as table salt. (A statement that did not age well.)

So chemical companies make money off arming the USA military. The American lawn care industry, and the agricultural system, therefore originates in more than one way from the United States's war-mongering.

The other major way is described in this article (which I highly recommend), which describes how after WW2, chemical plants used for manufacturing explosives were changed into fertilizer producing plants, but chemical companies couldn't market all that fertilizer to farmers, so they invented the lawn care industry. No exaggeration, that's literally what happened.

This really changes my perspective on all the writings about fixing the agricultural system. The resources are biased towards the use of chemicals in agriculture because the companies are so powerful as to make outreach and research for non-chemical methods of agriculture really hard to fund. All the funding is in finding new ways to spray chemicals or spraying slightly different chemicals, because that's what you can actually get ahold of money to look into. It is like the research has to negotiate a truce with the chemical companies, suggesting only solutions that won't cause lower profits.

Meanwhile my respect for Amaranth is skyrocketing.

Who would win: The USA military-industrial complex or one leafy boi

#military industrial complex #plants #agriculture #environment

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thatswhywelovegermany · 29 days ago

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Fire in Stadtallendorf: The fire station, of all houses, has neither fire detectors nor a sprinkler system

A fire that destroyed the entire fire station of the city of Stadtallendorf, Hesse, caused more than 20 million Euro. More than 10 vehicles were totally destroyed. The brand new fire station, which had opened in January 2024, was considered to be the most modern of its kind in the district of Marburg-Biedenkopf. It featured a 23 m high training tower, a laundry shop, a hose care station, and a gym.

Crucially, however, in the vehicle hall, there was no sprinkler system, not even common household fire detectors. That's why a fire that had apparently started in one of the new vehicles due to a technical defect, remained undetected and untackled for long enough to set the entire complex on fire. Although firefighters from a neighboring station were at the scene three minutes after the fire was detected, it was too late to prevent total destruction. At one time, the flames were up to 15 meters high.

Ironically, fire safety equipment is not required by law for buildings of the fire department. It is at the discretion of the municipality whether they prefer to spend the additional money to protect their building and equipment or leave it to the risk of fire.

The president of the state organization of firefighters expressed hope that this incident would change the minds of the responsible politician, particularly because more and more firefighting equipment is powered by flamable lithium ion batteries. Although sprinkler and fire alarm systems are expensive, perhaps the cost-benefit ratio will be assessed differently in future after this incident.

The mayor of the neighboring municipality of Neuhaus, who was present as a firefighter on the scene, had made up his mind already. He will make sure that the planned new fire station in his town will be equipped with a fire detection system.

#improbable news from germany

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blueiscoool · 29 days ago

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Restored 'Apollo Belvedere' Marble Statue Back in the Vatican

The Vatican Museums on Tuesday unveiled the restoration of the celebrated second-century "Apollo Belvedere" sculpture following five years of work.

Once considered to epitomise classical Western ideals of beauty, the 2.24-metre-high (seven-feet-tall) marble statue shows the Greek god of medicine and poetry in motion, his left arm having just let fly an arrow from his bow.

Its around 260,000-euro ($280,000) restoration aimed to fix serious structural defects detected late in 2019, the restorers said.

Those notably included fragilities in the legs and an overall lack of balance in the structure, they told a press conference.

Thanks to the introduction of a carbon-fibre rod fixed to the back of the base, the "Apollo Belvedere" was successfully stabilised and presented to public applause at the Vatican's Pio-Clementine Museum.

The most difficult thing was "not to touch anything on the sculpture" and avoid having to move and dismantle it, the restoration workshop's head Guy Devreux told AFP.

"We found this new system, which is a dynamic structural system based on the use of carbon fibre… and which, used in the right way, can give extraordinary results," he added.

For the Vatican Museums' director Barbara Jatta, "the main challenge was to have the courage to close access to such an important icon for our museums".

Discovered in 1489 among the ruins of an ancient Roman house, the "Apollo Belvedere" was brought to the Vatican by Pope Julius II.

Besides the carbon-fibre rod, the restorers also replaced the statue's left hand with a cast taken from a fragment of a plaster copy of the original Greek statue made in Roman times.

The "Apollo Belvedere" is in fact considered to be a marble copy of a bronze from around 330 BC attributed to Leochares, one of the foremost sculptors of his time.

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pmpmyread · 3 months ago

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Desiderium

Geto Suguru x f!reader, a bit angsty.

Geto Suguru had never asked you to join him.

This held true now, just as it did on the day you showed up on the doorstep of the near-empty building that had previously served as Time Vessel Association headquarters, a mere few weeks after he did, fueled by disillusionment and armed only with a desperate attachment to the prospect of contributing to a system superior to the one that had killed your fellow classmate and pushed your beloved tutor to defection.

Years later, you’d added quite a few tools to this threadbare arsenal, one of them being the point of your current contention.

“Instrumental to our operations” is how Geto had referred to your impeccable vetting process during a cult leadership meeting one day, commending your unmatched capability to read people and to quickly detect any ulterior motives, thanks, in part, to a particular side effect of your Cursed Technique that granted you a unique ability to read body language and micro-expressions.

Today, when you decided to finally broach the unspoken topic that was his recent multi-day seclusion, it became clear that Geto’s appreciation for your skillset that he’d relied on so heavily over the years, for everything from standardizing his clan recruitment efforts to scrutinizing the tight-knit circle he kept around him, was contingent upon it not being used against him.

After days of attempts to get through to him, your worry and frustration melded together into a simmering ticking time bomb that finally went off today. You barely let the previous attendee cross the threshold out of Geto’s office before you shoved past him to enter it, eager to finally be able to catch the first moment you’d have with him in nearly three days.

As soon as you shut the door behind you, the grievances you levied against him spilled out in quick succession, each one a new arrow in your quiver; you lamented his lack of sleep and how he was gambling his health away, you called him out on his isolationist tendencies and you verbalized what had been gnawing at you for weeks now, that he just wasn’t as good at hiding the fact that he was hiding his true emotions as he was as hiding those emotions, that it was clear as day to you that despite years of partnering in every way possible, that he still mistrusted you, only letting you see what he wanted you to see.

As soon as you'd begun your tirade, you'd known that this conversation wouldn't go anywhere. At least not at the moment. And yet, you still paused to offer Geto the space to formulate a response, hoping against hope to get a different reaction from him this time.

Instead, a charged silence settled between the two of you, finding you on opposing sides of his ornate hinoki hardwood desk that served as the physical manifestation of the border that delineated your mindsets.

The unreadable expression he gave you before he stood up and made his way to the door, mumbling something about being “just fine” and having “urgent matters to attend to” made it clear that he wasn’t even going to endeavor to appease you. At least not at the moment.

Geto had never asked you to join him.

He’d never asked you for anything.

And sometimes, you desperately wished he would.

Years prior, it was only during the cab ride that took you away from your recently emptied dorm at Jujutsu Tech in the dead of a caliginous fall night that you’d first truly given a serious thought about the line you were about to cross.

You’d been in light correspondence with Geto over text messaging, something which you learned, after discreetly querying Gojo, Shoko, and Nanami, was unique to you. He’d kept his conversations brief and vague, reaching out to you punctually, each time via a different number, and strictly maintaining the topic on you and your wellbeing.

It was difficult for you to reconcile the young upperclassman you’d grown to see as a mentor figure, who had dedicated countless hours training alongside you, Nanami, and Haibara not out of imposed duty but simply out of goodwill, with the criminal that was now being depicted everywhere.

And so you didn’t.

After weeks of sleepless nights, the grief of losing your close friend let way for something more intense. A sentiment of frustration and helplessness you’d originally recognized as familiar, reminiscent of one you’d felt years ago, as you grappled with what were, at the time, inexplicable powers that were manifesting within you.

Your sudden departure was equally as evocative of the one that had occurred four years earlier, when you’d left your parents' house, also in the concealment brought by the night, after forging your mother’s signature to join Jujutsu Tech as a student, leaving only a long note behind.

You wondered what Nanami would think about your exit. The two of you had just started to grow closer, but now with the person that served as the buffer between your friendship gone, it had felt difficult to naturally reach out to him. You knew that his pain had to be acute, given that he and Haibara had joined together and had a longer history. He’d remained the most outwardly neutral about Geto’s defection.

Your thoughts then flitted to Shoko, and of how she would take the news. In the few conversations you’d had with her after Geto left, you’d gathered that she was operating in a much greyer area. Some of the things she’d said even made you wonder if she’d also consider joining Geto.

You absentmindedly opened your flip phone and were met with your wallpaper image, a picture comprising the first and second-year students huddled almost uncomfortably tightly together in the back so as to fit the tiny frame, at the instruction of Gojo who was the one taking the shot as a selfie. It’s what forced you to face the prospect of the devastating blow your withdrawal would be on him.

You were just around the hallway corner, when Yaga delivered him the news about Geto’s crimes, and you’d observed firsthand how utterly demolished he’d been upon learning of them. You’d then witnessed firsthand how he seamlessly moved from shock to action, graduating early and taking on more responsibilities at the school all while burying himself into work and missions until he all but disappeared.

But he too, had started doing frequent check-ins on your wellbeing.

Gojo. Shoko. Nanami. Your parents. As you tilted your head up to gaze out the window, letting your eyes follow the lights that slipped by at a quickening pace as the cab embarked onto the freeway, you wondered if you’d ever experience a proper goodbye.

As Geto’s operations rapidly grew larger, you attempted to find your place in his world. When you’d first joined him, you’d found that he already had some ardent adherents who were organically doing the bulk of the recruitment work through word of mouth. A few other embittered sorcerers joined after you, some even trying to politic their way into the coveted number two spot you occupied. If you weren’t the one to halt them, Geto would be quick to indicate to them what time it was.

Your bond only grew stronger over time.

One day, after you’d deemed that enough time had passed for you to do so, you’d unsuccessfully tried to worm the details of his final conversation with Gojo out of him. He’d made it clear that it was in his past and that he had no desire to revisit it whatsoever.

On the increasingly rare occasion, he’d spoken of anything remotely related to Jujutsu Tech, it was strictly when it was only you in his presence and always with quiet emotion.

There was so much the two of you had in common; there had to be for you to follow him into this dark world. That said, you learned over time that what differentiated you from the yes-people he surrounded himself with was that as supportive as you were, you’d also kept him somewhat grounded. In the first few years, you’d slipped into the comfort that you’d defined the part that you’d take on in this enterprise.

As time went on and Geto became increasingly intense in his aspirations, you found yourself struggling to maintain your role as a counterbalance, holding yourself to a standard you ultimately knew would forever be beyond your reach.

There was no substituting for Gojo Satoru.

Your position provided you with a unique vantage point. You saw the cult adherents for what they were; lost people who yearned for something different from the cruel closed loops of corruption that ruled the modern world and who found solace under Geto's guidance and through his philosophy. You could somewhat relate to this sentiment.

You saw the members of Geto’s close circle for what they were; disenchanted sorcerers who had also lost hope in the current configuration of Jujutsu Society and who saw their place within Geto’s powerful sphere of influence. To this as well, you could relate.

As for Geto’s true purpose, that was a riddle you had yet to solve, one you desperately wanted to, if only for the selfish purpose of the key it would yield as a reward.

Almost half a decade out from leaving Jujutsu Tech on that fateful night, you were a different person from the young frustrated girl who’d anchored her life’s purpose to that of a man you admired, having now been exposed to his complexity and his flaws and, in the process, forced to embark on your own journey of self-discovery.

Over that same period, Geto had assuredly lived through a transformation of his own. You still perceived the rage that had once bound you to his cause, latent and simmering right beneath his surface.

But it took a different form.

There was an unplaceable sentiment in the intimate moments you shared some evenings, long after he’d shed the veneer he wore every morning in his capacity as a cult leader, expressed through the inflection of his words and the tone of his voice that transported you back to the early Jujutsu training sessions he’d led for you and Haibara when the world still looked promising.

It’s the same feeling you experienced when you perceived a hint of what his smile once was, during his interactions with Nanako and Mimiko, the twin girls he’d adopted in what was likely his most earnest act post-defection.

You felt it now, hours out from your earlier confrontation, after he’d surprised you by wordlessly and reverently taking his place on your shared bed by your side, immediately burying his face firmly against the side of your chest as though to physically prevent himself from verbalizing his thoughts. The juxtaposition of the uncertainty that plagued you and of his firm hold threw you back to the first time he’d held you like this, promising you the world, and to every similar moment since, when you’d allowed yourself to believe that he was entirely yours.

Somewhere along the way, life had become what occurred between these small pockets of hope, the ones that you cling to as proof that all was decidedly not lost. Just as you were going to break the silence that you’d held since vocalizing your frustrations in his office earlier, you heard Geto’s breaths evening out into a regular cadence, indicating that he’d finally ended his multi-day insomnia. Your whisper fell onto his sleeping figure.

“Let’s talk in the morning.”

#geto suguru #geto suguru x reader #geto x reader #pmpmyread

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intsofttech · 4 months ago

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Intsoft Tech machine vision inspection equipment, vial appearance information detection

#print inspection system #defect detection in manufacturing #acquire image #machine vision integrator ohio #surface inspection systems

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fulcrumredeemed · 1 month ago

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@ontheticktick

[2026, XX Xonth: The Activation of the Interplanar Travel Device, (I.T.D.) @ XX:15pm: Before Activation]

The Homo superior, a subspecies to the Homo sapien species, sometimes called Homo sapien superior or more simply put a Human being with super human abilities through the activation of the X-gene usually by some event that put the individual in danger, caused a great amount of stress, or trauma. Some mutations were subtle, while others were fully visible to the public. Which wouldn't be an issue if it were not for the virulent, hateful, bigoted people who were anti-mutant. Always someone to hate. Always someone to other, or exclude. They keep breeding these hate filled ideas of one group being superior to another, that someone who is not blonde haired and blue-eyed is lesser or defective in someway and the further someone gets from looking like that blonde hair and blue-eyes, the more defective they are. Creating this nasty little social hierarchal system of who is important, not based on their actual worth, or what they can bring to the table, but they are judged by their appearance and their genetics. Some of Ahsoka's mutations were very noticeable, having horns and tendrils in place of her hair, along with an organ that works to sense sounds and vibrations and turn them into sight, or at the very least knowledge. While others were less noticeable, like her also having the abilities of Apathy, Astral Premonition, Aura Reading, Ecological Empathy, Emotional Detection, Empathy, Empathic Mimicry, Inter-dimensional travel, Pathokinesis, Power Mimicry, Precognition, Telekinesis, and Telepathy. Now we are going to be focusing on the [Inter-dimensional travel] of Ahsoka Tano's list of mutations. It's the one mutation that the monks of Kamar Taj couldn't help her fully control, but where the monks failed, a chance encounter with a kind soul. His name was Forge, he was a kind mutant with a very unique mutation, and one that Ahsoka still didn't fully understand, yet. The Native American mutant knew how to make anything that his mind could conceive, and boy could it image and dream a lot. It was the X-men, Forge, that made Ahsoka's [I.T.D.] to help her better control her [Inter-dimensional travel], or at the very least allowed her the ability to chose when she goes traversing the multiverse. Now the thing is, once she had this [I.T.D.] it didn't just give her control to chose when to go or stay but it allowed her to go to a place that was in between worlds. The World Between Worlds, as is were. Ahsoka adjusted the [I.T.D.] that was fastened to the back of her left, forearm, near her wrist. A touch screen the size of a cellphone, strapped with a matte black mesh cloth sleeve between her arm and a gunmetal black metal clasp with two fang like restraints that wrap around the mesh cloth and Ahsoka's arm, latching the [I.T.D.] into place on the back of her forearm. The screen lite up Ahsoka's face as she tapped the screen of the [I.T.D.] causing it to wake up. A very Sci-Fi humming sound began winding up, coming from the device on her arm. Pointing her arm at the nearby blank wall with her hand balled into a fist and her wrist angled so that Ahsoka's fist was pointing downward and out of the way of the device. Ahsoka tapped a digital button on the screen and then slid the indicator button to the right. A bright light aqua-blue light with neon-green flecks periodically swirled around within the aqua-blue hologram-looking light that is now projected on the blank wall. The light swirled and formed into a very, large triangle with a ring of, what appears to be carvings of wolves, that moved around the ring in a circle, with the appearance of the wolves running as they moved around the ring. Within the ring of wolves, is two concentric rings, that was the frame for the event horizon of the portal to the World Between Worlds. Ahsoka Stepped Into the Portal.

[World Between Worlds.......................] [.........................ERROR..........................] [Dreamscape: Wade Wilson.................] [.........................ERROr..........................] [World Between Worlds: Dreamscape: ] [.......Enter_Addendum_Wade_Wilson]

Something was wrong.

Was that an error code on the event horizon of the portal, right before she walked in? The tunnel within the portal seemed different as well, crimson red rectangluar streaks flashed in various places all around Ahsoka, within the tunnel walls. That was not normal at all. The tunnel broke, flecked and flashed as though it was a glitch in a program on a computer screen. Ahsoka was thrown out, of the recieving end of the portal that she opened, into a seemingly endless expanse, with only but a few transparent and translucent pathways and walkways criscrossing through the expanse, other doorways and portals dotted along the celestial roads, in the World Between Worlds.

Placing one knee up, and pushing upward from that knee with the coresponding arm to help help stand up. Shaky and wobbly. Weak. Ahsoka placed her hand over her eyes, closing them in the process, taking a deep breath in through her nostrils and out though her mouth. Trying to get her eyes to refocus her eyes, hopefully making it so that her vision was no longer blurry. Shaking her head, to maybe knock some of those cobwebs out of her head. As Ahsoka opened her eyes, something felt off.......

but she wasn't sure what it was.

#wade wilson #deadpool #ahsoka tano #fulcrumredeemed #ontheticktick #closed starter #dreamscape #world between worlds #long post #threads

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freetheshit-outofyou · 6 months ago

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The Paris Gun

The Krupp arms-making dynasty was founded in Essen upon the fortune amassed by Arndt Krupp, who settled in that city in 1587. His son Anton expanded the family’s endeavors into making firearms during the Thirty Years’ War of 1618-1648, and the family progressively expanded its operations over the ensuing decades. In 1811, Friedrich Krupp (1787-1826) established a steel casting facility, and, although he successfully began casting steel in 1816, he expended considerable funds in the process. His son, Alfried (1812- 1887), continued his father’s work and eventually re-established the family fortune. By its nature steel was very difficult to cast, and internal faults were often impossible to detect through existing testing procedures. Defective cast steel pieces were also much more dangerous to crews than iron cannons, as the softer iron tended to split or burst with less energy than the harder steel, which more often ruptured with deadly violence. The Krupp firm’s success in casting steel was considered one of the major metallurgical achievements of its day.

Beginning in 1844, Alfried Krupp began experimenting in machining guns from solid cast steel blanks and in 1847 produced his first steel cannon. That same year he presented a steel gun to the King of Prussia, Frederick Wilhelm IV (1795-1861)-an act of entrepreneurial generosity that later won an order for 300 field guns. He went on to display a 6-pounder muzzleloading gun at the Great Exhibition of 1851 and began experiments in developing breechloading weapons. In 1856, Krupp introduced a 90mm field gun fitted with a transverse sliding breechblock that fit through a corresponding slot in the rear of the barrel.

Germany subsequently made the transition to rifled breechloaders during the 1860s, a move that gave it a distinct artillery advantage during the 1870-1871 Franco-Prussian War. Shortly after the war it adopted 78.5mm guns for its horse artillery and 88mm pieces for field use. The logistical difficulties associated with supplying two sizes of ammunition in the field and recent advances in metallurgy and gun design then led to the Model 73/88 system, which used the 88mm caliber for both horse artillery and field use and the later Model 73/91 system, utilizing nickel steel barrels. The Model 73/91 was finally superseded by Germany’s answer to the French 75-the Model 96 or Feldkanone 96 neur Art.

The development of specialized antiaircraft artillery also intensified during the war. The first documented use of antiaircraft artillery occurred as early as the siege of Paris during the Franco-Prussian War in 1870. At Paris, the Prussian commander von Moltke ordered weapons from Krupp in order to shoot down balloons in which the French were trying to sail over the Prussian lines. Krupp eventually delivered a number of single-shot, caliber 1-inch rifles that were mounted on pedestals bolted to the beds of two-horse wagons; they theoretically could follow the balloons on the ground while maintaining a steady firing rate. The Krupp pieces were relatively ineffective, yet at least one French balloon was apparently downed by their fire.

The rapid proliferation of powered military aircraft at the turn of the century, however, spurred an equally dedicated effort to neutralize the threat of air attacks. During the 1909 Frankfurt International Exhibition, Krupp unveiled three antiaircraft guns in a bid to monopolize the emerging market. These included a caliber 65mm 9-pounder and a 75mm 12-pounder. Krupp claimed that the largest, a pedestal-mounted 105mm gun intended for shipboard use, achieved a maximum ceiling of 37,730 feet. The caliber 65mm gun had an 18,700-foot range, could elevate 75 degrees, and its carriage had unique hinged axles that allowed the wheels to be pivoted to a position perpendicular to their traveling position. With the trail spade acting as its axis, this arrangement enabled the crew to traverse the piece 360 degrees to track enemy aircraft. With a claimed maximum ceiling of 21,326 feet, the caliber 75mm gun was mounted on a truck bed, thus giving it a high degree of mobility. Not to be outdone, Erhardt, Krupp’s closest domestic competitor, also exhibited a 50mm quick-firing antiaircraft gun mounted in an armored car’s turret.

The period also witnessed considerable experimentation in antiaircraft shells and fuses. Krupp introduced a high-explosive shell for its 3-pounder equipped with a “smoke-trail” fuse, an early tracer round that both aided the crews in sighting and was an effective incendiary against the hydrogen-filled airships of the period.

During World War I the Germans continued to experiment in antiaircraft weaponry, beginning in 1914 with the 77mm Ballonen-AK. The Ballonen-AK was then, in turn, followed in 1915 by the 77mm Luftkanone, a basic 77mm field cannon barrel mounted on a rotating scaffolding. The more effective Krupp 88mm FlaK entered service in 1918 and eventually became the inspiration for the famous World War II German “Eighty-Eight.”

Popularly named after Alfred Krupp’s daughter, the 41.3-ton, 420mm “Big Bertha” had a horizontal sliding block and fired a 1,719-pound shell up to 10,253 yards. Big Bertha required five tractors to transport its components, and it had to be assembled on site. In conjunction with a number of Austrian Skoda 305mm howitzers, the L/14 was first used with devastating effect against Liege in August 1914; it saw other action on both the Western and Eastern fronts. Owing to its relatively short range and vulnerability to Allied fire, Big Bertha was obsolete by 1917. Another heavy piece, the 211mm Mörser was adopted in 1916. It weighed 14,727 pounds and fired a 250-pound shell up to 12,139 yards.

Designed by Krupp engineers and adopted in 1918, the Paris Gun used the basic 380mm Max railroad gun barrel fitted with a barrel liner and lengthened 20 feet. The 210mm Paris Gun weighed 1,653,470 pounds and mounted a 2,550-inch barrel with a horizontal sliding block. It fired a 264-pound shell up to 82 miles. Crewed by naval personnel, the Paris Gun was so powerful that it fired its shells into the stratosphere, where the thinner atmosphere exerted less resistance, allowing such long ranges. The stress on the bore, however, wore the barrel significantly, and each succeeding projectile had to have progressively larger driving bands and heavier powder charges to compensate for the increasing windage. Although hugely inefficient in the final analysis, the Paris Gun’s greatest value lay in its use as a propaganda tool rather than an artillery piece. Source

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Solving long-standing challenge in semiconductor manufacturing—a refined algorithm for detecting wafer defects

Research published in the International Journal of Information and Communication Technology may soon help solve a long-standing challenge in semiconductor manufacture: the accurate detection of surface defects on silicon wafers. Crystalline silicon is the critical material used in the production of integrated circuits and in order to provide the computing power for everyday electronics and advanced automotive systems needs to be as pristine as possible prior to printing of the microscopic features of the circuit on the silicon surface. Of course, no manufacturing technology is perfect and the intricate process of fabricating semiconductor chips inevitably leads to some defects on the silicon wafers. This reduces the number of working chips in a batch and leads to a small, but significant proportion of the production line output failing. The usual way to spot defects on silicon wafers has been done manually, with human operators examining each wafer by eye. This is both time-consuming and error-prone due to the fine attention to detail required. As wafer production has ramped up globally to meet demand and the defects themselves have become harder to detect by eye, the limitations of this approach have become more apparent.

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In recent weeks, as so-called cheapfake videoclips suggesting President Joe Biden is unfit for office have gone viral on social media, a Kremlin-affiliated disinformation network has been promoting a parody music video featuring Biden wearing a diaper and being pushed around in a wheelchair.

The video is called “Bye, Bye Biden” and has been viewed more than 5 million times on X since it was first promoted in the middle of May. It depicts Biden as senile, wearing a hearing aid, and taking a lot of medication. It also shows him giving money to a character who seems to represent illegal migrants while denying money to US citizens until they change their costume to mimic the Ukrainian flag. Another scene shows Biden opening the front door of a family home that features a Confederate flag on the wall and allowing migrants to come in and take over. Finally, the video contains references to stolen election conspiracies pushed by former president Donald Trump.

The video was created by Little Bug, a group that mimics the style of Little Big, a real Russian band that fled the country in 2022 following Russia’s invasion of Ukraine. The video features several Moscow-based actors—who spoke with Russian media outlet Agency.Media—but also appears to use artificial intelligence technology to make the actors resemble Biden and Trump, as well as Ilya Prusikin, the lead singer of Little Big.

“Biden and Trump appear to be the same actor, with deepfake video-editing changing his facial features until he resembles Biden in one case and Trump in the other case,” says Alex Fink, an AI and machine-vision expert who analyzed the video for WIRED. “The editing is inconsistent, so you can see that in some cases he resembles Biden more and in others less. The facial features keep changing.”

An analysis by True Media, a nonprofit that was founded to tackle the spread of election-related deepfakes, found with 100 percent confidence that there was AI-generated audio used in the video. It also assessed with 78 percent confidence that some AI technology was used to manipulate the faces of the actors.

Fink says the obvious nature of the deepfake technology on display here suggests that the video was created in a rush, using a small number of iterations of a generative adversarial network in order to create the characters of Biden and Trump.

It is unclear who is behind the video, but “Bye, Bye Biden” has been promoted by the Kremlin-aligned network known as Doppelganger. The campaign posted tens of thousands of times on X and was uncovered by Antibot4Navalny, an anonymous collective of Russian researchers who have been tracking Doppelganger’s activity for the past six months.

The campaign first began on May 21, and there have been almost 4,000 posts on X promoting the video in 13 languages that were promoted by a network of almost 25,000 accounts. The Antibot4Navalny researchers concluded that the posts were written with the help of generative AI technology. The video has been shared 6.5 million times on X and has been viewed almost 5 million times.

Among the prominent accounts sharing the video was Russian Market, which has 330,000 followers and is operated by the Swiss social media personality Vadim Loskutov, who is known for praising Russia and criticizing the West. The video was also shared by Tara Reade, who defected to Russia in 2023 in a bid for citizenship. Reade also accused Biden of sexually assaulting her in 1993.

The video, researchers tell WIRED, was also manipulated in a bid to avoid detection online. “Doppelganger operators trimmed the video at arbitrary points, so they are technically different in milliseconds and therefore are likely considered as distinct unique videos by abuse-protection systems,” the Antibot4Navalny researchers tell WIRED.

“This one is unique in its ambiguity,” Fink said. “It's maybe a known Russian band, but maybe not, maybe a deepfake, but maybe not, maybe has reference to other politicians but maybe not. In other words, it is a distinctly Soviet style of propaganda video. The ambiguity allows for multiple competing versions, which means hundreds or articles and arguments online, which leads to more people seeing it eventually.”

As the Kremlin ramps up its efforts to undermine the US election in November, it is increasingly clear that Russia is willing to utilize emerging AI technologies. A new report published this week from threat intelligence company Recorded Future highlighted this trend by revealing that a campaign, which has been linked to the Kremlin, has been using generative AI tools to push pro-Trump content on a network of fake websites.

The report details how the campaign, dubbed CopyCop, used the AI tools to scrape content from real news websites, repurpose the content with a right-wing bias, and republish the content on a network of fake websites with names like Red State Report and Patriotic Review that purport to be staffed by over a 1,000 journalists—all of whom are fake and have also been invented by AI.

The topics pushed by the campaign include errors made by Biden during speeches, Biden’s age, poll results that show a lead for Trump, and claims that Trump’s recent criminal conviction and trial was “impactless” and “a total mess.”

It is still unclear how much impact these sites are having, and a review by WIRED of social media platforms found very few links to the network of fake websites CopyCop has created. But what the CopyCop campaign has proved is that AI can supercharge the dissemination of disinformation. And experts say this is likely just the first step in a broader strategy that will likely include networks like Doppelganger.

“Estimating the engagement with the websites themselves remains a difficult task,” Clément Briens, an analyst at Recorded Future, tells WIRED. “The AI-generated content is likely not garnering attention at all. However, it serves the purpose of helping establish these websites as credible assets for when they publish targeted content like deepfakes [which are] amplified by established Russian or pro-Russian influence actors with existing following and audiences.”

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YEAR 3XX7, 48TH DAY OF WINTER

this recording has been approved by the federation of mindful nourishment. it is to be used by approved personnel for the stated reasons of: educational and occupational purposes. should it be found that you are in possession of an unauthorised copy of this recording, you are to answer to the intergalactic alliance party's piracy elimination department. failure to do so will result in confiscation and damages to your financial properties.

a drone and feminine robotic voice of the speaker bounced off the walls of the room. the low, blueish light of the television screen flickering was the only illumination the room received, especially with all the windows and openings blacked out with flattened cardboard boxes and thick curtains. this author sincerely hopes that you will never have to step into this room, it's not the best place to be on a weekend. don't even come here because you're curious either. it's...

ugh.

it was hard to even describe the smell inside this room, let alone the goo and gunk and grime that pooled all over the floor. flies and maggots were eating out of the garbage bags thrown to a side of the room, there might be a dead rat buried under that tower of trash — which explains all of the ants and cockroaches scurrying around that area. there were books tied and stacked together on top of unopened boxes collecting dust and abandoned cobwebs. it really says a lot when even spiders refuse to live in this environment. the books weren't in that great of a condition either, with tattered edges and lizard droppings all over, was it a good thing that these were all publications of the unscrupulous kind? perhaps. at least the owner doesn't come home often, if the federation of mindful nourishment ever caught wind of this, let's say he won't be having a good time in questioning.

the following events depicted in this recording are deemed to be authentic. further information about this case can be found on the public archives of the intergalactic alliance party's justice department under the case file numbers Y32XX-SUM27-TO-Y3XX7-WIN48- [REDACTED] -XXXDPT.H#F4T5

THIS COURT HEARING IS FOR:

DEFENDANT

ALIAS: LEI - 雷

REAL NAME : [REDACTED]

FORMER CAPTAIN FOR THE INTERGALATIC ALLIANCE PARTY'S (I.G.A.P) SECURITY DEPARTMENT DIVISION FOUR. DEFECTED TEN YEARS AFTER THE SECOND MAGELLANIC CLOUDS WAR OF 30XX. REASONS UNKNOWN.

CURRENTLY AN OFFICER GONE ROGUE. NO RECOGNISED AFFILIATIONS TO ANY KNOWN REBELLION, TERRORISTS OR OPPOSITION MILITA GROUP. HAS PAST DEALINGS WITH THE ST.SKR GUILD, DETAILS UNKNOWN.

there was a loud booming voice that resounded throughout the courtroom shaped like the stands of an ancient colosseum, silencing the chatter. he reads off from the papers he was holding up, as the recording camera shakily zooms into the central person of this court hearing.

her hair was a mess, edges choppily cut off with no thought, perhaps to shame who they believed to be a vain and promiscuous woman. clearly, her captors hadn't done their due diligence to research about her. because if anything, she was looking as though she really enjoyed her chic new look. and amongst the loud boos and curses thrown at her way, she held her head high. a shameless gesture, some might say, and it looked that way if you were looking at her through the lens of this recording camera.

people have asked those who had been at the court hearing that day to describe to them the aura of the infamous and elusive criminal. most just shook their heads in a trance, there was never a straight answer. some would think of her as a beauty unbefitting of her heinous reputation. some thought that she wasn't all that. everyone did agree that she was someone you couldn't take your eyes off, a performer, an entertainer. she was someone who revelled in the limelight.

ON THE FIRST ACCUSATION TOWARDS THE DEFENDANT,

IN THE YEAR 3X77, YOU BROKE INTO THE LABS OF THE BRAUN'S SCHOOL OF SCIENCE TO WRECK HAVOC ON THEIR OVER MILLINEA-LONG HUMAN CONSCIOUS RESEARCH. CAUSING THEM AND THE GALACTIC SOCIETIES AS A WHOLE TO LOSE VALUABLE KNOWLEDGE THAT COULD PROPEL THE STATE OF HUMANITY FORWARD.

PRISONER [REDACTED] HOW DO YOU PLEAD?

the woman stares up ahead blankly. she chuckles, leaning back with her eyes closed, pondering or perhaps trying to recall the supposed incident. from the flickering grainy footage displayed on the dim screen, one could see the schemes forming in her eyes. though she dropped that, and instead replied, rather nonchalantly.

sure. i did it.

gasps were heard from the spectators. if you were living in this time, the burning of the labs belonging to the braun's school of science could be on par with what our world would know of as the burning of alexandria. you can probably piece together that this was a rather serious offence...

no wonder the I.G.A.P's justice department wanted this woman caught. if this was her headliner crime, one can only speculate what the others would be.

IN THE YEAR 3X81, YOU SHUT DOWN THE FIREWALLS OF THE I.G.A.P SERVERS CAUSING A MASSIVE DATA BREACH WHICH NOT ONLY CAUSED SIGNIFICANT FINANCIAL LOSS FOR THE PARTY BUT ALSO CAUSED HIGHLY SENSITIVE INFORMATION TO BE LEAKED TO UNAUTHORISED PERSONNEL, REVIVING THE DARK MARKET STRIP AND CAUSING THE NEAR COLLASPE OF THE FEDERATION OF MINDFUL NOURISHMENT — ALL TO ACCUIRE THE FULL VOLUMES OF SOME OUT-OF-PUBLICATION B-RATE NOVEL?

PRISONER [REDACTED] HOW DO YOU PLEAD?

a pause.

alright, but you have to admit that you would do it too if you were me. god, i swear i almost went crazy when i couldn't find the full series anywhere!

the attendees of the courtroom looked at each other nervously. was this the humour of a criminal? as expected, normal hardworking folk like them could never hope to understand the absurdity of wanting something you can't have when everything you've ever needed in life can be provided in a snap of a finger. they thought she was just greedy and a good-for-nothing that flew too close to the sun, and was now throwing a temper tantrum all because she can't have what she wants.

she never hoped they would understand her actions. nobody had to understand her reasons, so long as she didn't lose sight of her goal. this trial meant nothing in her grand scheme of things.

the loud booming voice kept reading off the list until he reached the last offence recorded. he looks over to see the woman sitting slumped back on the chair, looking bored of the trial. he looks over the words on the paper again.

he wonders quietly how she would react.

he clears his throat.

ON THE LAST ACCUSATION TOWARDS THE DEFENDANT,

DURING THE SECOND MAGELLANIC CLOUDS WAR OF 30XX, YOUR FELLOW CAPTAINS OF DIVISIONS THREE, FIVE, SEVEN AND NINE DIED FROM A COWARDLY, INTERNAL ATTACK PLOTTED AND CARRIED OUT BY YOU. THEIR BODIES RECOVERED IN WORSE SHAPE THEN THEY HAD LEFT BASE IN, ALL WHILE YOU HAD FEIGNED IGNORANCE TO THIS INCIDENT, EVEN GOING SO FAR AS TO PLEDGE YOUR LOYALTY TO THE I.G.A.P AND PROMISING TO FIND THE PERPETRATOR AND THEN FALSELY ACCUSING YOUR SUPERIOR OF THE MISDEED IN AN ATTEMPT TO COVER UP YOUR TRACKS.

PRISONER [REDACTED] HOW DO YOU PLEAD?

there was a low crackle that revved up in frequency before—

BOOM!

the sheer pressure of the crash caused the recording camera to shake violently, everyone flinched at the loud noise. a few brave ones peered to look at what was happening below. when the dust settled, everyone could see that the stand the announcer with the loud resounding voice was standing behind had been blown to smithereens, the wood all broken and splintered. the only indication of what might have happened was the smoking pile of ash at the point of impact.

everyone on the court shuddered.

they've forgotten, amongst all the ridiculous seemingly harmless nature of the crimes, that she was once the shining star of the I.G.A.P's security department. the prodigy who could wield the untameable element of lighting like it was nothing at the young age of fifteen, going on to achieve feats in battle no one ever could at her age, becoming the captain of her own special unit. in the short span of ten years, she reached her peak in the department.

and then, the war happened.

it was probably then that she began to fall from grace. the icarus that flew too close to the sun, the stray thunderbolt that you see before a hurricane, warning you of the disaster to come. she fell and she fell, deeper and deeper into the seedy underbelly of the illicit cosmic societies. she joined hands with former enemies and her current foes were those whom she rubbed shoulders with once upon a time.

right now, she stood in court, dirty and unkempt. a far cry from her glory days. how pitiful. the session should end now before she loses control and harms the innocent civilians.

prisoner [redacted] how do you plead?

the look of pure, liquid hatred dripping from her gaze at the new somewhat unfamiliar voice made everyone hold onto their beating heart rising in their throats. that voice. oh, that sickening voice. she would know that god-awful ear-grating, stomach-turning, nauseating voice anywhere in the universe, through the fabric of time in any life she was put into.

her eyes meet those of the superior she had so-called falsely accused all those years ago. he sits perched on his little throne up in the stands, ever so poised and elegant. his posture was impeccable even after all this time. how frustrating.

the superior only smiles, eyes crinkling up gently at her childish display. oh, she was as adorable as he remembered. he finds it sad that he couldn't tame this feral kitten he had picked up years ago. no matter though. there was always another chance in the near future. for now, he had to punish the wrong-doer.

the images flashing on the television screen stills. a sigh was heard as the metal legs of a stool scrapped on the floor, the figure residing in the corner of the room watching the video silently so far stood up stretching. with a few good slaps on the television hood, the record stirs and the camera soon pans over to show the image of the girl's superior.

a clean-looking fellow.

the figure scoffs, still not used to seeing his own face in the reflection of the screen. she's always hated that he looked flawless. and if that was one way to get her attention, he sure as hell was going to take that chance with both hands.

oh, his poor little girl, if only he had a higher standing in the I.G.A.P, he would have cleared all her charges and brought her back to the security department as captain of division four. he would have silenced any noise of her former defection, her supposed betrayal against her former allies. oh, they wouldn't understand your burning passion for justice. he did, he always did.

so he'll stay behind and work hard for her. as she goes off for her execution, he will stay behind and work hard so that when she finally comes back to him as the fresh face recruit with no memory of her sins, he would be ready to welcome her back with open arms.

he chuckles at his dreams, taking a sip out of the can he was swirling in his hands. the carbonated drink was sour, bland, flat and warm all at once. but he didn't care. his eyes were trained on one thing.

the television screen.

and it plays the recording of her court hearing.

again,

and again,

and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again, and again,

and again,

until the screen finally blacked out from short-circuiting.

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