«Calls»
Two weeks after Vayt had moved in with Farz. It had been pretty good, except for the third person, who kept showing his disrespect with barbed phrases that Vayt silently tolerated. What else was there to do?
He and Farz had agreed that Vayt would buy groceries and cook, the second depending on the situation, and Farz would pay the utilities. That was the only thing they had to do. The rest they decided to sort out later, as they went along.
The time was already after supper. Sid wasn't home, Vayt was washing dishes, and Farz just sat silently at the table. The sound of water from the faucet was the only thing that filled the room. However, that atmosphere was interrupted when Vayt's phone lying on the countertop rang.
He had to buy a new one, since the old one had broken completely due to the incident with Darren, and it was cheaper to buy a new one than to carry what was already almost just a piece of metal and plastic to repair.
Vayt turned his attention to the ringing phone.
- Bitch. - he swore as he quickly turned off the water and began searching for a towel.
His harsh scolding caught Farz's attention, and he looked up at him.
- What's wrong? - He asked when he noticed Vayt's fussing, as if he was getting ready for a date with the girl of his dreams and was terribly nervous.
- Lavrin. - Vayt almost shouted back, wiping his hands quickly. Without even putting the towel away, he answered the phone and went straight to rudeness. - What the fuck do you want?!
While the caller answered him, Black looked at Murphy, his expression was very annoyed and that look burned through. Farz knew the irritation wasn't directed at him, but those eyes still made him uncomfortable.
- No, I won't come back! - shouted Vayt to the person on the line, before quickly turning back to the tabletop to not yell in Farz's direction. - Stop calling me!
Then Black ended the call and rubbed the bridge of his nose with a heavy groan, not daring to look at Murphy again. He felt slightly ashamed. He put the phone down on the countertop and covered his eyes with his hands.
Farz stood up and walked over to Vayt.
- Why don't you just block his number? - He asked.
Vayt hadn't locked his phone, so now Farz could safely take his phone and rummage through it. Purely out of curiosity, Murphy decided to look at the recent calls. For the past two weeks, all the calls were from the contact “Scumbag 1”, most likely Lavrin. Before them, there was only one call from Anthony from a century ago.
- I keep forgetting, getting distracted by something and completely forgetting. - Vayt replied. - I sometimes forget he exists at all.
Farz was about to say something when he was interrupted by the bold entrance of a man into the apartment.
- А-а-а-а-а-а-а-а-а-а-аh, - an annoying voice groaned as its owner walked into the kitchen. - I'm insanely hungry, is there any food in here?
- I have no idea, look for something yourself. - Vayt answered a little roughly...
- How could you not know?! You're in charge of the fridge. - Sid replied sharply. - And anyway, you're the cook in this house.
- I don't have to keep everything in my head, and I didn't agree on anything with you, so I don't owe you anything. - Black snarled in response.
Punk was offended by that reply.
- Are you serious now?! - he shouted, getting angry.
- Yes, seriously! - Vayt kept up the volume. - There is food, hands are not from the ass, cook yourself! Go!
At the end of his sentence, he waved his hand and walked out of the kitchen.
- Argh! - Sid hissed, following the white's leaving, and then turned his attention to the other. - Farz, say something to him!
In response, Farz spread his hands and shrugged, then left the kitchen too.
Sid snorted unhappily. He had no choice but to do it himself.
At this time, Vayt and Farz had just sat down on the couch. Vayt was on the edge as he decided to avoid rude comments if the bastard touched him.
- I'm not sure it was a good idea to leave him there. - Vayt stretched out quietly, seeming to realize his mistake.
- I don't think he'll turn the stove on at all. - Farz assured him. Of course, they've known each other for so long... he smiled weakly at Black. - It's alright.
- Can you not talk about me in there! - shouted Sid unhappily, having overheard their discussion again. Are they talking that loud?
Vayt was about to answer, but he shut his mouth when he noticed Farz's frown.
The ringtone came from the kitchen again. Vayt had left his phone on the countertop in the kitchen.
- Fucking hell. - Black whispered, rolling his eyes. He stood up and walked back into the kitchen.
Sid was already leaning over the phone with a sandwich in his hands, reading the contact.
- Who's that? Your ex? - He asked tactlessly.
- Shut your mouth. - Vayt replied sharply.
He took his thing and headed out of the kitchen, answering the phone in the doorway.
- You fucking cannabis farm customer, you call me again and I'll shove your “houseplant” down your throat, don't fucking call me!
Vayt's voice sounded aggressive as he looked toward the front door. He ended the call and was about to do something else, but he stopped and looked at Farz.
Murphy covered his mouth with his hand, but his cheeks gave away a smile.
- Are you fucking laughing? - Vayt asked sharply, dropping his hands and turning to Farz. A smile appeared involuntarily on his face.
It wasn't clear if Vayt was laughing, or if it was just nerves.
Farz couldn't help but laugh softly, moving his hand from his mouth to his eyes, and when the laughter subsided, he covered his temple with his palm.
- No, I'm sorry please. - he replied. - You're right, intrusive phone calls aren't funny. Sit back down.
Vayt took a deep breath. He rubbed the bridge of his nose and put the phone in his pocket and sat back down. He looked upset and even guilty. But guilty why? Black huddled against the back of the couch, crossing his arms and clutching his palms. They sat in silence and only the faint sounds of slurping from the kitchen took away the possibility of feeling the coffin-like silence like in a graveyard.
After a moment's silence, Farz spoke again, but calmly and sympathetically:
- Do you want to talk about it?
- About what? - The other asked.
Murphy hesitated for a moment.
- Well, about this obsessive behavior on the part of... on HIS part. - He awkwardly stretched out the sentence, hoping Black wouldn't think he was being pushy, too.
Vayt sighed and looked at him with sad eyes.
- No, thanks, I can handle myself. - he replied, looking away.
Farz understood Black's reluctance and backed away.
- So why did you two break up? - Sid asked, standing in the doorway.
A rude reply flew back to him immediately:
- Fuck you!
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VISUALISING AI by Google Deepmind x Twistedpoly
Biology:
Visualisation of an imaginary protein shape which gets formed with the help of AI. First, the amino acid data is shown as a bunch of "information" floating around represented as various objects. These then get gathered together and compressed into strings of information, which get processed and form a structure, representing an imaginary simplified protein shape.
Sound by Marko Lavrin
About Visualising AI
Visualising AI aims to open up conversations around AI. By commissioning a wide range of artists to create open-source imagery, the project seeks to make AI more accessible. It explores the roles and responsibilities of the technology, weighing up concerns and societal benefits in a highly original collection of artist works.
The ongoing project invites cutting-edge artists to spend time with scientists, engineers, researchers, ethicists and more, discussing key themes in AI, before using those conversations as a catalyst to create new artworks. Crucially, each artist is given complete creative freedom, explicitly briefed to interpret the shared knowledge in whichever way they choose.
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Google DeepMind | Visualising AI - AI for biology from Twistedpoly on Vimeo.
VISUALISING AI by Google Deepmind x Twistedpoly
Biology:
Visualisation of an imaginary protein shape which gets formed with the help of AI. First, the amino acid data is shown as a bunch of "information" floating around represented as various objects. These then get gathered together and compressed into strings of information, which get processed and form a structure, representing an imaginary simplified protein shape.
Sound by Marko Lavrin
About Visualising AI
Visualising AI aims to open up conversations around AI. By commissioning a wide range of artists to create open-source imagery, the project seeks to make AI more accessible. It explores the roles and responsibilities of the technology, weighing up concerns and societal benefits in a highly original collection of artist works.
The ongoing project invites cutting-edge artists to spend time with scientists, engineers, researchers, ethicists and more, discussing key themes in AI, before using those conversations as a catalyst to create new artworks. Crucially, each artist is given complete creative freedom, explicitly briefed to interpret the shared knowledge in whichever way they choose.
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Hello there!
I've been missing lately, I know, my bad. Even though my work on AO3 keeps going, Tumblr has been a bit neglected… I haven't had the energy to draw lately, BUT MAYBE I'll draw something….. after all, Vayt, Lavrin and his company aren't my only characters. I have ideas, but a little shame stops me… lack of energy, too.
But I was drawing bookmarks.
Pride month ended last week, perhaps it encouraged me to color this…. but I'm not complaining.
I also have a couple of bookmarks without flags. The last one is the oldest and even made with slightly different materials…. but I still like it.
I'll probably be bookmarking the themes of the books. Of course, I might have to reread them...
At least I have a gay fan!
one day my parents will give up on me....
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