#real-time prescription monitoring

[faith-forgxtten-land]

Come to Bed | Donatello

this started with the idea of seducing donnie into healthy sleeping patterns and then just. spiralled from there. i didn't really have a specific iteration in mind but reading it back, it definitely fits bayverse most, i think, so that's what i'll categorise it under!

warnings: NSFW, swearing, general filthiness? gender neutral reader, everyone is 18+!!

summary: there is only one way to get donnie to come to bed (two if you count blackmail)

word count: 2411

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It’s nearly 3am and your eyelids feel heavy, eyes glassy and beginning to ache just a little, and Donnie is still not in bed. You look at the empty space beside you, cold and untouched, and kick the covers off your bare legs. The air is cool, goosebumps raising the moment you abandon the comfort of bed, and you almost regret getting up as your feet hit the freezing floor.

Donnie is so lucky you love him and care for his health.

He's exactly where you'd left him hours before, sitting hunched over a desk in his lab, and you wonder briefly if turtles with their shells can suffer the same complications as humans with poor posture. Perhaps you'll force him to join you and Mikey for your bi-weekly yoga sessions. “Donnie?”

The terrapin doesn't so much as flinch, instead burying his face further into a screen that is already way too close to his face. Oh, his prescription is definitely going to need updating soon, you think amusedly. You clear your throat, attempting your best grumpy Raph impersonation. “Oi, four-eyes.”

Now Donnie does flinch, beak nearly crashing into his monitor, glasses slipping as he salvages his precious technology from being assaulted by his face and spinning in his seat to glower at whoever dared disturb him. He relaxes when he realises it's just you, shooting you a scowl that's devoid of any real heat. “You need to stop doing that voice, it's creepy.”

You grin at him, noting the exact moment he registers what you're wearing – or, rather, what you're not wearing. His eyes go wide and his lips part, scowl melting like ice doused in salt. He swallows thickly. “You're meant to be a ninja,” you tease, stepping slowly into his space and letting his hands fall to your waist before they curl around your back as he pulls you close, palms flattening against your spine. “You can't hear when one measly human is behind you?”

“You are so mean to me,” Donnie says instead of answering.

“We both know you like it. Besides,” you look down at your naked skin, his own eyes following your pointed gaze eagerly. “I think I'm being pretty kind, actually. Someone was meant to come to bed three hours ago and ravish me, but apparently, I'm not more interesting than,” you peer over his shoulder as best you can, squinting at the tiny squiggles. Lips pursed, you look at your boyfriend flatly, not bothering to finish your sentence.

“I can explain.”

“World of Warcraft? Really, Donatello?”

He winces at the full name. “I wasn’t playing for long,” he defends himself. “I’ve been looking over some things Leo asked for since this morning, I was just taking a break.”

“Taking a break means coming to bed and not staring at a screen for even longer.” Softer, you add, “I’ve been waiting for you for hours.”

You run your hands up the bumpy skin of his muscled arms, over scars and rough tissue that you’ve pressed kisses to countless times, to rest upon his shoulders. A small part of you is resentful, but the larger, kinder part of you is concerned; his eyes are bloodshot to the extreme, and exhaustion is etched deep into the lines of his face. You dig your nails in and massage a little roughly, feeling those worried knots and doing your best to soothe them with gentle palms.

It hits him then, just exactly what he’d missed out on by getting caught up, and his shoulders sag under the tender weight of your caress, twitchy energy that can keep him up for days deserting him instantly. “I’m sorry,” he murmurs quietly.

You smile at him, fond and warm, one hand trailing upwards to cup his jaw. “It’s okay.” His skin is something you’ll never get tired of touching, you think, as you rub your thumb over the swell of his cheek. You pinch him a little, coy and mean the way you know he loves, before soothing it with a whisper of a kiss when he hisses playfully. “Although, you’ll have to make it up to me.”

“And what is my punishment?” he asks dryly, guilt pushed aside to indulge in your teasing as you lean closer to hide your smirk in the crook of his neck.

“You’ll be in bed by 11 p.m. sharp every night for the next week.” You can tell an objection is on the tip of his tongue, and you fix your teeth along his throat in warning. “I’ve already cleared everything with Splinter and Leo.” 

Donnie sighs both in pleasure and in resignation. “Are you trying to seduce me into having healthy sleeping patterns?”

You start to kiss his neck, soft grazes of your lips against his scaled skin. “Maybe. Is it working?”

“Well—”

“If the answer isn’t yes, I’ll be very offended and I’ll be forced to dump you,” you add airily, tongue flicking leisurely over his rapid pulse. “You're incredibly lucky I haven't already for ditching me for World of fucking Warcraft.”

“Oh, blackmail too. Lucky me,” Donnie mutters, but it’s full of mirth and he doesn't push his luck any further.

You grin against his skin, and you grin even wider when he starts as your teeth scrape along the column of his throat. His hands have a bruising grip on your hips, and you bite down harder just to feel his grip tighten.

“You’re such a tease,” he whines, unable to stop himself bucking up into you. His breathing has turned to panting, short and desperate gasps that make heat curl in your stomach, and you trail your nails down the keratin of his plastron slowly.

“You love it,” you murmur coyly, fingers brushing against the elastic of his waistband mischievously. “And you deserve it.”

Donnie curses loudly, head falling back as you pull on that elastic just to let it snap back against him. His pants are soaking, and you feel that familiar rush of smug satisfaction as you slot your knee between his thighs. It does terrible things to your ego seeing him like this; it makes you drunk and dizzy seeing him drenched and needy for you, and you groan under your breath as he grinds against you. 

“Please,” he whimpers.

You hum as casually as you can. “Please what?”

“Fuck, please, I need you—” He cuts himself off with a loud cry of your name as you slide two fingers past his waistband and into his dripping cloaca.

“Keep going.”

He’s quick to turn into a blubbering mess, drool running down his chin and words slurring as he babbles and begs you to continue finger-fucking him. “Don’t stop, please—yes, yes, right there, there, fuck—”

Your fingers pump in and out, scissoring inside him at a harsh pace you know he likes. He’s sopping wet but that doesn’t stop the tiny spikes of pain mixing deliriously with pleasure as you stretch him wide without warning. You can feel his slick coating your hand, running down your skin and over your knuckles, and he only gushes more when you add a third digit.

“Faster, faster,” he chants shakily, almost sobbing when you slow instead. 

“You’re so tight, baby,” you purr. “I wouldn’t wanna hurt you.”

He’s definitely sobbing now. “I can take it, please, please.”

“Oh?” You curl your fingers and fuck him harder and faster, just the way he wants. His cock is there, thick and heavy and ready to drop, and he shudders as you brush softly against it.

His voice is choked as he calls your name again. "Gonna drop, please–”

Your laugh is light and a little cruel and it makes him wail, the sound overflowing with need and desperation. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh god,” Donnie gasps as your fingers rub along his length still tucked inside, a fresh wave of slick trickling down to your wrist.

“I would’ve been kind,” you tell him nonchalantly, kissing his temple and huffing another laugh when he can’t stop his hips from grinding into you, body begging you to bury your fingers deeper inside him. “But you’ve been such a bad boy.”

He drops with a guttural groan followed by a pathetic whimper, gasping apologies feebly.

You sigh and pull your hand back, your resolve faltering just a little when Donnie whines and cries louder at the action. “You’re being very bad tonight, baby.”

He’s still wearing his pants and you roll your lips to hide a smile as he tugs them down frantically, his cock finally free in the air. His hands grip the arms of his chair so hard that you swear you hear them creak, desperate to touch himself but not wanting to disobey you any further. It’s a bit late to play innocent and good now, and you shoot him an unimpressed look that makes his jaw clench. “Please,” Donnie breathes.

Your hand is still soaked, and you watch him watch you as you raise your fingers to your lips, sticky tendrils trembling as you rub your fingertips together before parting them slowly. Eyes fixed on his, you glide your tongue over his slick, sucking gently and exhaling quietly at the flavour that blooms over your tastebuds. The arms of the chair are definitely creaking now, and you smile coyly as his cock twitches.

“Please.”

As much as you love teasing him into a pathetic frenzy, you remember his weary eyes and decide to put him out of his misery. There’ll be plenty of time to punish Donnie the way he deserves later – lots of edging and whining and begging and very little relief. For now, you’ll give him what he wants.

You kneel between his legs, coquettish as you glance up at him through your lashes; he’s working his jaw, teeth clenched and eyes darting wildly as he barely holds himself together. Grasping his hard cock in your hand, slick and heavy, you begin to pump slowly.

The chirps and churrs that escape him are whining and full of ecstasy, his eyes fluttering as you squeeze your palms around his thick length, hands twisting with an obscene squelch at every stroke. The lab is quiet apart from the wet pumping and his throaty groans, and you wonder if his moaning will be loud enough to wake the others. It wouldn’t surprise you, and the thought makes your hand move faster as you rub your thumb over the sensitive head of his cock.

Donnie can’t stop the stutter of his hips, head falling back. “Fuck.” He swears louder as your lips suckle his tip, your name a rasping prayer spilling from his mouth. You flick your tongue, tasting the slightly bitter flavour of his precum and just how soaked he is, evidence of what you do to him coating your face, and he cries noisily when you suddenly take another few inches into your mouth and swallow around him. He’s hitting the back of your throat, and he feels like he’s about to faint from how tight and warm you feel.

A wave of embarrassment hits him as you pull back and smirk, his head still pressed against your flirtatious smile while you continue to work him with your hands. “Please,” he begs for what feels like the hundredth time that night.

“You’re so good at begging,” you praise, eyes sparkling when it makes him moan lewdly. Oh, that definitely woke someone up. He’s back to bucking his hips and because you’re so kind, you let him dictate the pace as you continue pumping.

“So close,” he breathes shakily. “I’m so close, please.”

“Please, what?”

His eyes roll back, and the arms of his chair finally give way, crumbling under his crushing grip as impressions of his hands mould into the metal. Donnie doesn’t stop rocking and whimpering. “Please let me come.”

You kiss the head of his cock once more, delighting in the way he tremors at the whisper of touch. “Be a good boy and come for me, Donatello.”

There’s nothing Donnie loves more than being good for you and he shows this by coming undone the second his name leaves your lips, body jolting and convulsing like he's been struck by lightning as you continue to milk his cock while his orgasm wracks through him. Your face is completely covered, ropes of his come painting your skin as he groans pitifully, the sound agonised and mewling. 

It’s almost silent for a few moments, the only noises are Donnie’s wheezing pants and whimpers of oversensitivity, and you watch him quietly. He’s so beautiful like this, blissed out, stress a stranger rather than a constant companion, and you wish you could both stay like this.

The moment is over too soon as the terrapin manages to open his eyes blearily, although they nearly shut again in dizzying satisfaction when he catches sight of your come-smeared cheeks. It’s dripping down your chin, threatening to spill down your neck and to your chest, and a part of you wants to leave it, relishing in the way Donnie is entirely transfixed, but you scoop what you can on your fingers and bring the sticky threads to your mouth instead.

Donnie’s lips part and his breath hitches and it’s your turn to shut your eyes in pleasure, eyes rolling and unable to stop a soft groan as you lick and swallow what he’s given you. “Mean,” he accuses again when you finally open your eyes, and you grin at how faint he sounds.

“Just for you,” you agree and he churrs instinctively, flushing as you snicker. He’s so cute, you think fondly, letting him reach out and grasp you closer, seeking comfort. And so easy.

“I think I need that nap now,” Donnie tells you weakly, and you huff another laugh against his sweaty skin, tasting salt and nuzzling further into him. 

You press a loving kiss to his shoulder and reluctantly pull back. “Shower then bed, come on.” His legs are shaky, and you purse your lips to stop from chuckling as he stumbles like a newborn lamb, begrudgingly relenting to leaning against you. “Poor Bambi,” you tease, brushing your lips against his plastron in a loving caress when he grumbles playfully. 

Hopefully, no one has been awoken by your night-time activities and, if they have, you hope they’re not up and roaming because you’d really rather not have to bump into any of Donnie’s family with his come still coating your face.

[forcefeminizationblog]

How to be a proper sissy training training for experienced and newbies

I do most of my training real time, but I have used my experience in sissy training to create an online monitored program to develop the woman inside of you

Be aware that this program is not merely "fun and games." This program will feminize you irrevocably.

Program elements include:

Wardrobe conversion: You will be guided through the replacement of your male wardrobe with effeminate and then feminine garments. In short order you will replace all of your undergarments with Panties and Bras, and socks with hosiery. Depending on your career we will replace your male jeans with tighter female jeans or your business suits with women's business suits. Over time, your wardrobe will be completely feminine.

Feminine Grooming is also on the agenda as you grow your hair, add highlights, arch your eyebrows, do your nails, and add piercings to your ears. Over time you will appear more and more feminine and in public others will begin to misgender you and call you MIss or Maam.

Feminine Movement and Gestures: Through Video training classes Jl you will be trained to move, walk, sit, and use hand gestures as a woman.

Chastity is a requirement, as I will hold the key to a continually evolving collection of cages which will over time be reduced in size

Resexualization: No longer able to gain sexual satisfaction through your caged "clit", you will begin to stretch and sensitize your "love canal" with a set of plugs which will increase in size. Masturbation will henceforth be with vibrators and through penetration.

Hormone Therapy: We will begin with natural estrogens and you will be given instructions on how you will begin prescription estrogens and anti-androgens. Through this process, your body hair will diminish, your fat distribution and shape will change, and your genitals will shrink.

Female Self-Image: Our work will be in vain if you do not internalize that you have changed into a woman. Hypnosis is the key to changing one's self-image and through a progressive set of hypnosis programming tapes, you will learn to accept yourself, first as a sissy and then as the woman you have become.

Penetration: Now that you have accepted yourself as female, now that you look female, now that your sexuality has been retrained to yearn penetration and your brain has been bathed in estrogens, you will naturally begin to think more and more of cock. At this stage my role will be to help you accept this inevitable transition. You will be trained in how to orally service and how to give pleasure when being penetrated.

Progress Tracking: Through daily tracking of your feminization process, video training such as walking classes, chastity key holding, hypnosis programming and makeup tutorials.

Those that enroll in this program will realize their true Sissy side and embrace it.

For more information and questions on how to join the program send in your message on telegram

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[chiimeramanticore]

Mike isn't sure exactly why he took this job. Maybe a haunted house based on Freddy's isn't exactly worth his time. That is, until he sees a familiar face during his shift.

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Mike and Springtrap meet for the first time and it sucks lol. 3859 words, slight TW for references to child abuse/neglect and gore 👍

Read it on AO3!

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Mike isn't really sure what he expected taking this job. Sure, a haunted house about Freddy's. Real respectful. It's probably not even going to help him get any evidence on his father. But the dude that hired him swore up and down they'd gotten "real authentic shit, y'know?" for the attraction. It's possible, he figures. Mike knows well enough about the teenagers that try to raid the closed Freddy's locations for proof the rumored murders really happened. He also knows well enough that if he hasn't been able to find any solid evidence yet, they definitely haven't. Maybe there isn't any evidence at all. Maybe he's just going crazy.

Sitting in the office now, Mike definitely feels crazy. This is a waste of time... The whole building feels like it's held together by glow-in-the-dark paint, duct tape, and good luck. The ventilation in here is awful. He can't go two seconds without something breaking. Night shifts are supposed to be easy, damn it.

What's worse, Mike finds himself hallucinating a lot more when he's here. When he complained about seeing stuff that wasn't actually there, his doctor handed him a slip of paper with a schizophrenia diagnosis and a prescription for antipsychotics. Mike brought the pills home, but didn't last long actually taking them. He knows whatever he's got, it's not a disorder. It's from that damn gas his dad used to love messing with when he was a kid. He'd inhaled enough of that garbage to probably give him permanent brain damage, he figures. And the stuffiness of this office often makes Mike feel like he's back home, breathing it in again. Whatever it is, his doctor wouldn't be happy about it.

Mike sighs, eyeing the new cassette left on his desk, labeled "Tuesday." His employers are way too committed to the retro thing– they can just call him or talk to him in person. Surely this is more work than it's worth, right? Whatever. He pops it into the player and hits play.

"Hey man– okay, I have some awesome news for you!" His employer's voice begins. "First of all, we found some vintage audio training cassettes. Dude, these are like pre-historic! I think they were, like, training tapes for, like, other employees or something like that. So I thought we could, like, have them playing, like, over the speakers as people walk through the attraction. Dude, that’d make this feel legit man." Mike groans. He isn't sure what's more annoying, this guy's voice, or the prospect of having to listen to Freddy's training tapes every night on loop.

"But," the voice continues, "I have an even better surprise for you, and you’re not gonna believe this! We found one. A real one." Mike furrows his brow hearing this. A real... what? There's no way it's what he thinks it is.

"Uhh, gotta go man. Look, i-it’s in there somewhere, I’m sure you’ll see it. Okay, I’ll leave you with some of this great audio that I found. Talk to you later man!" The casette goes quiet for a moment before a new track starts playing, one of the training tapes in question.

"Welcome to your new career as a performer-slash-entertainer for Freddy Fazbear's Pizza. These tapes will provide you wi–" Mike stops the tape. He's not interested.

"What the fuck do you mean, 'a real one'?" He mutters to himself. He looks to the security monitor to his right. Everything looks exactly the same as it did yesterday and last week. Mike switches between cameras quickly but deliberately, scanning each room for discrepancies. There's no way they found a real animatronic, right? There's no way. They were all dismantled and scrapped. Mike knows they're haunted, or at least were at some point. Maybe if he can just find it on the cameras, he can assess if it's actually going to be a danger to him.

He clicks over to the last camera, eyes flicking around the screen. Nothing's different. Maybe he's freaking out over nothing.

But right as he clicks back to the start, Mike sees something move in the bottom left corner of the screen.

He clicks back over.

Nothing.

If there was anything, it's gone. And he's not sure there ever was anything. Maybe he's going crazy. Maybe he's just crazy. That'd be the most reassuring thing to learn, he figures.

Mike realizes his heart's beating at a mile a minute right now. He leans back in his chair, trying to breathe slower. He's just hallucinating, he tells himself. It's fine. He's fine. The panel to his left beeps, signaling the ventilation needs to be reset. See? He's just freaking out. He turns his attention to the panel, waiting the seconds it takes to reset the ventilation.

It doesn't take him long after this to settle back into the routine he's found in the few days since he started this job. Check the cameras idly, get spooked by something that isn't actually there, fix something that inevitably broke, repeat. He continues like this for about an hour, still somewhat puzzled by what he was told on the tape. Maybe he wasn't even referring to an animatronic– it could be anything, really. And these cameras are so grainy, it's not hard to miss something small.

Mike stares idly at the static on Camera 04, feeling like his mind is turning to fuzz, too. It definitely takes him too long to notice, but... there, on the left side of the screen. A pinprick of light that Mike knows for sure doesn't belong. Is that... an eye? It's dark, but he swears he can make out the right half of a head surrounding it. He blinks a few times, unsure if he's making it up, but the half-hidden face remains. And it looks like it's looking at him.

The panel beeps at him. Mike doesn't want to look away, but he does, resetting the ventilation once again. When he gets the chance to look back again, the face is gone.

"Sssshit," he hisses. "Shit. Shit." He clicks through the cameras again, trying to find the thing in here with him. It's too dark to recognize it easily, but the shape of the head seemed like an older mold. Even then, he's not really sure. He just wants to see it again. But there's nothing on the cameras that looks like it. He sighs, sitting back in his chair to refresh his eyes.

When he looks up at the window to his office, the animatronic is there. Staring at him.

Mike's blood runs so cold it damn near freezes over. He's paralyzed– all he can do is stare back. He recognizes this animatronic, or at least he thinks he does. It's so worn down now, but... it's Springbonnie. How could he ever forget Springbonnie...? His father's favorite.

The rabbit moves. It shifts its weight, then slowly starts to shamble to the left of the window. Mike doesn't know what to do– it's not like he's got a door to shut on the thing. He watches it appear in the doorway, using a hand to brace itself on the frame. It struggles to move, not unlike how Mike's seen the haunted animatronics move, but this feels different. It's not bound by its mechanics. But... the only way it'd move organically like this is if someone was inside.

Even if he's just being fucked with, he's not about to gamble on it. He'd much rather get laughed at for falling for it. He grabs a screwdriver from his desk, just in case he needs to defend himself against it. He presses himself up against the back of the chair he's in as the creature gets even closer, far too close. Like it's curious about him, too. It smells awful– like death and mold. From here, Mike can see clearly that it's not in costume mode. Tears and rips in the fabric expose its mech, which he wouldn't be able to see if it was in walk-around mode. He isn't sure what he's dealing with, but his heart is pounding so hard he's sure it can hear the sound too.

The rabbit puts its face mere inches from Mike's, and makes an odd noise, somewhere between a wheeze and a moan. Mike grips the armrests of his chair tightly, certain he's moments from death.

Then, with another wheeze, "...M... Michael," it says in his father's voice.

Mike doesn't wait for anything else to happen. Almost automatically, he springs out of his chair, pushing the thing over, and bolts for the door. He doesn't care what it is. It's not a hallucination. It's not an animatronic. It can't be his father. Please, don't let this be his father. It won't matter if he can just get out of here. Leave and never come back.

Mike hears the thud of footsteps behind him, still somewhat slow but much faster than before. He doesn't dare look back at it.

He refuses to lose speed as he whips around a corner, but he doesn't look where he's going– he crashes into a prop mannequin, bringing both tumbling to the floor. Mike scrambles to stand again, but he's not fast enough. The rabbit has caught up to him. He tries to take off again, but it grabs him by the wrist with an iron, mechanical grip. Mike strains against it, frantic, like a trapped animal, to no avail.

"Calm... down," the rabbit says sternly.

"No! No, you– You're not real!" Mike shouts, still struggling to escape.

"You're being...!" The rabbit stops to cough and wheeze some more, but the grasp he holds on Mike is unwavering. "Y– You're being ridiculous," he says finally.

"N- no, you–" Mike pulls again, and the rabbit presses his mechanical claws into his arm, just enough to hurt. Only now does he remember he's still holding the screwdriver. He swings it at the rabbit, unsure which parts of him are flesh over metal. He gets lucky, the metal tip landing in his upper arm and hurting him enough to let go of Mike. Mike takes this chance to tackle the rabbit, pinning him to the floor and wielding the screwdriver over him.

"You–!" The rabbit says. "Y– you won't kill me."

"Oh yeah? Give me one good reason I shouldn't stab you in the fucking throat right now!" Mike says, though the way he's trembling betrays his attempt at sounding menacing.

"Language," the rabbit says. "You won't kill me, b- because... I have information. I have... the answers you've been looking for." The way he speaks is labored. His voice is raw and tired, like he hasn't used it in ages, and he sounds continually out of breath. He sounds pained... Mike knows he's weaker now. Mike knows it would be easy to kill him in this state. But he also knows he's right. Everything Mike has been working toward has been for this– for information like this. Information enough to convict his father for the murders he knows he committed. Could they even convict him looking like this...?

"What happened to you?" Mike asks. That's never been what he'd envisioned asking his father.

"Take me back to your office," he says. "I'll talk there."

Mike's suspicious, but... an interrogation while he's still got him pinned to the floor isn't exactly comfortable for either of them. "Fine," he says, moving off of him. "You walk ahead of me."

"Scared?" the rabbit asks, a teasing tone in his voice. Mike doesn't grace it with a response. He watches him stand, then start to move back toward the office. He walks with a limp. Mike studies him from the back, trying to parse what's come of him. It's hard to tell where exactly the man ends and the machine begins. His hands and feet seem metal, but between the crossbeams and wires he can see in the torso, there's what looks like flesh inside. Old, rotted, disgusting flesh, but flesh nonetheless.

They re-enter his office, and Mike sits down in his chair. The rabbit finds a place to sit on the desk. Mike doesn't move his eyes from him for a second.

"What happened to you?" He asks again.

"I had a... lapse of judgement," his father says. "I couldn't get my mind off the old place... the pizzeria. I had left it standing all those years... I wanted to go back. Put... put an end to everything. I meant to dismantle the– the animatronics." Mike isn't sure how much of this is truth, but he lets him continue.

"This... old thing," he says, looking down at himself. "I'd almost forgotten about it. I just wanted to... put it on again. Old time's sake." He chuckles, it sounding just as terrible as the rest of him. "I'd forgotten safety protocol. It was old... wet, moldy."

"You–" Mike hadn't wanted to believe he'd springlocked himself, but that's exactly what he's telling him, isn't it?

"I know," he says. "What a fool I was."

"You didn't," Mike says. "There's no way."

"I did," he insists. "What would I gain from... lying to you about this?"

There's usually something– even if Mike doesn't know what it is. Regardless of how it happened, though, it's undeniable what's happened to begin with. He definitely got springlocked, whether by his own hand or someone else's. And these things usually were mistakes. He just never thought he'd... be so stupid about it. If anyone would remember how to avoid a gruesome death in one of those suits, it should be his father. What could've caused him to forget? There's something he's keeping from him, he's sure of it.

"If you were springlocked, you'd be dead," he says finally.

"But I'm still here," William says.

"How?"

The rabbit shifts in place, as if he's considering whether to tell Mike this. "I found it," he tells him. "The secret to eternal life."

"Bullshit," Mike blurts.

"Language," William says. "Don't act like... you don't want to know."

"Just tell me."

William sighs. "I call it Remnant," he says. "It's... a lot of explanation. It can bind a soul to metal. It can..." He tries to laugh again, doing slightly better this time. "...It can make a man immortal, Michael."

"Is that what you'd call yourself?"

"No," he says. "It's what I almost was. I had... been building up enough, still. But what was in me already was enough... enough to save me when this happened."

Mike studies him a moment longer before finally asking. "How much of you is even human anymore?"

William seems to ponder this for a moment before answering. "Does it matter much?" He responds. "I am more than human now. More than machine. I'm... something new. I am the two combined."

"But your body is still in there, isn't it?"

"I am not just the body. I am not just the suit. I'm not just the metal. I'm it all, Michael. All of it." He seems proud of this, proud of the monster he's become. At least he's finally got a look to match him.

"...All because of this Remnant stuff," Mike mutters. He wonders if, somehow, that's the reason the animatronics were haunted, too. Remnant kept their souls there. But how would he have made that happen? How long has been working on this?

"Last time I saw you, Michael, you were..." William trails off.

"I was seventeen," Mike finishes. His father had just disappeared one day. He was known to do that when Mike was younger– usually because he was out somewhere drinking. Some nights he'd come home late, or just not at all. But when the days began to pass without him, Mike left completely alone in the house... What else was he supposed to do?

"And now, how old are you?"

"...Fifty-two," Mike says. Thirty-five years had passed since they'd seen each other. After this long, Mike had begun to hope he'd just find his father dead. In a way, he has, he figures.

"Mm." William stares at him, and now Mike feels like he's the one being studied. "It's... been quite some time," he says. "You've grown up well."

"What's that supposed to mean?" Mike says.

"It means exactly what it seems it means," William says, a touch annoyed. Then, calming down again, "You're resilient. You're tough. You aren't a coward. Otherwise... you wouldn't be here. Would you?"

Mike says nothing.

"I raised you with the hope of you... becoming strong," he continues. "That, when life knocks you down, you don't stay down. I believe you're... Well, correct me if I'm wrong."

Mike doesn't know what he wants him to say. He glances the rabbit suit up and down, as if that'll somehow give him an answer. He's not going to "admit" to how great his father says he is, because it's clearly leading toward something. Going with it would just be walking directly into whatever trap he's planted. But denying it is an even more obvious fail-state.

"...Cat have your tongue, Michael?"

"No," Mike says finally. "What do you want?"

"What makes you think I... want something from you?" William asks.

"Why else would you be talking to me?" Mike says.

"Do you think I... I– I hold any sort of power like this?" William insists. "Look at me, Michael."

Mike's been looking at him. "You look awful," he says quietly.

"I've been down there for over thirty years," he says. "I lost the ability to track time. All I could... do was wait. Finally someone found me."

"To make a mockery of you." Mike can't stop himself from saying it. He rests an elbow on an armrest and uses his hand to cover his mouth, hiding the smile he also can't stop himself from.

William sighs. "It's... unfortunate. Yes."

Mike's never seen him look... dejected before. Not that he's exactly looking at his father right now, anyway. But still, as much as Mike hates to admit it, he looks genuine. Maybe he really is weaker like this.

"...Did it hurt?" Mike asks him.

The rabbit slowly lifts its head to Mike. "It still hurts," he admits. "This... is not the body I had planned to spend eternity in."

"So you are immortal," Mike says.

"I don't know the limits of it. But I went thirty years without food, water, much sleep... must count for something. I don't think I age... but there's not much way to tell."

Mike's weighing the possibility of killing him. He didn't seem that afraid of death when he'd been threatening him– but that doesn't necessarily mean he can't be killed. It just means he doesn't fear it. Mike still has half a mind to set this whole dump on fire with his father inside. It'd be so easy... electrical fires nearly start every night here anyway. He could let everything burn and rest with the knowledge that nothing inside would survive.

If he knew his father would die, at least.

"...Michael," William says, the silence between them too long now. "I... I've had time to sit with my regrets. There's more I wish I could have done... More I still need to do. I can't like this."

"Whatever it is, you can get it out of your system here," Mike says. He's expecting him to give some bullshit non-apology for the kind of father he was. Being touchy-feely one time, decades after he'd just disappeared one night, is never going to fix it. But Mike will let him say it, at the very least. It's not like it'll matter.

"I can't do it here," William says. "She's not here."

"...She?"

"Elizabeth," he tells him. "I still have to... go back for her."

Mike remembers the day Elizabeth died. Even now, he can easily recall the sight of her remains pouring out of Circus Baby's chest... the blood, the gore, the smell. The way he'd felt his whole body freeze over at the sight of it. The way his father had tried to save her, even thought it was clear she had long passed that point. The way he'd cried... the way both of them had cried. He could never forget losing her. Then... how could he talk about her like she's still alive?

"Where... where is she?" He asks, cautiously.

"Circus Baby's," William says.

Mike shakes his head. "She can't be." He'd visited the place again years ago, though still years after the incident. He had wanted to find Circus Baby there, thinking his sister might be possessing the robot– but the place was devoid of animatronics.

"Not the restaurant. She's in storage," William says. "The rental company... Only I ever knew where the storage was." He leans in toward Mike, as if they aren't the only two people here. "It's under the house. Always has been."

"Under...?"

The rabbit nods. "Our home," he says.

Mike had returned there too, years ago. He'd never thought, in a million years, that there'd be anything more than bad memories there. He'd never thought he'd have passed over something so important... so close, and yet so far from seeing his sister again– even if she wasn't quite herself.

"I can show you how to get there," William tells him. "I need you to do it, Michael. You're the only one who could."

"Wh– why me?"

"You're family," he says. "You're the only one I trust."

Mike feels something deep inside him stir upon hearing that. He exhales.

"Is she...?" He starts. "Is she... in Baby?"

"She must be," William says. "You need to find her. You need to set her free."

Set her free... It's something Mike's been trying to do with the other possessed animatronics for years. Put their souls to rest. But they've all been so... uncooperative. Animalistic. Maybe their programming had interfered with their true personalities. He should expect it to be the same with Elizabeth, then, but... She's family. She would have to recognize him eventually. That's why he has to be the one to do it, isn't it? She wouldn't trust anyone else. She needs him.

"I..." Mike feels that same deep ache inside him. He misses her, he realizes. He's missed her terribly. And now, he can see her again– and save her. "...I'll do it," he says finally. "Show me how to find her."

The rabbit finally leans back again, laughing. "Good," he says. "Don't let me down, Michael."

"I... I wont." Mike isn't sure this is the right choice to make. He can't shake the feeling he's being pulled into something bigger than him. But how could his father have planned something for this long if he's been stuck in this state for thirty years? And how could he miss his only chance to see his sister again– especially knowing that she's been just as stuck for just as long? How could he not want to help her?

He still wants to burn this place down with his father inside. He will soon, he tells himself. Once he saves Elizabeth, then he can come back here, and put an end to everything.

He just hopes he'll make it back here at all.

[nekrophoria]

Thought I'd make a proper update post since I feel bad for hopping on and off without a proper explanation all the damn time

I'm currently a bit all over the place. What else is new. My partner's in the process of moving and has temporarily moved back to my place until that is done. Which limits me quite a bit in regards to space and general capacity.

I'm basically just waiting until the move is done and I have less distractions around me to focus on myself and simblr again...and to get my setup back (my pc is currently parked in the living room so I can still do stuff when my partner is asleep, but we're sharing one monitor (his TV screen) which really sucks for Sims cuz it's dark af.

I've also been trying to get a higher prescription of antidepressants because I feel like my current dosage isn't doing enough but that has also been dragging on cuz I don't have an appointment with my psychiatrist until July.

I feel like I can't really focus consistently on tumblr until some real life things are taken care of. I was considering catching up in between, but I'm so far behind again it's daunting as fuck. Plus I don't really have enough me time to focus on sims stories and actually look through my dashboard.

Again I apologize for being so absent and distant, I really don't want to be like this and I'll try to change that soon.

[lean-mean-demon-genevieve]

Very reasonably priced woo-woo machine, I see she understands her targeted audience. Btw, what is parasite cleansing? I feel like I’m missing something here…

Anon #2 that came through while I was putting this together:

Parasite cleansing? Apart from the fact that in the US this really only an issue for pets and livestock, I’m still calling bull. No way that anything designed to kill parasites wouldn’t be intrinsically toxic to this leech.

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Ok, get ready. Because THIS is one of my favorite things to talk about when it comes to Gen…You’re not missing anything because “parasite cleansing,” as she’s referring to it, is not a real thing. In recent years, G has become obsessed with “gut health” alongside the rest of the wellness community. Part of that is a concern for parasites that may be upsetting your delicate GI balance. 🙃 More info on the trend, scam, and risks here.

Time will tell if she actually circles back around to talk about this more like she said she would in that video. I hope she tells us who suggested it to her. But overall, Gen’s hypochondria stems from a mix of generalized anxiety, perfectionism/the drive to be constantly improving her “health”, and an abundance of access to resources and “professionals” who validate her concerns. G has been on this health optimization kick for quite a while but she recently named one of her major influences.

In the podcast where she talked about her implants, she also mentioned her doctor by name; Dr. Sharon Hausman-Cohen of Resilient Health. This whole medical practice is set up for the rich and the anxious. A few things stand out to me upon reading the doc’s bio on their website: First, she is the lead scientist for IntelxxDNA, a genetic testing service that claims to be able to tell you what medical concerns you may be at risk for, and advise on next steps.

As I researched this service further, other resources would note that one risk of this kind of testing is an increase in stress and anxiety. And that makes sense if you find out your DNA makes you at risk for some super scary disease. Just ask Gen:

So if I’m reading between the lines here, it sounds like G got her DNA profile read at this practice and then has become, understandably, even more hyper-aware of her body and body sensations as a result. And then you have a doctor with an invested interest going, “oh no, let’s monitor how you’re feeling at all times.” This is a recipe for disaster when you’re anxious. You will see what you look for, without fail. No wonder she bites her cuticles.

Furthermore, the clinical validity and utility of these tests cannot be confirmed as of yet. (Source) Clinical utility refers to whether the test can provide helpful information about diagnosis, treatment, management, or prevention of a disease. So all this hyper-focus and making it rain on this doctor could all be for nothing.

You might saying, “what does she mean by making it rain on the doctor?” Well, finally there’s this part:

Private membership at the doctor’s office? If you’re unfamiliar with this form of boutique or concierge medicine, it may be because you aren’t in the right tax bracket. Here’s a fairly quick rundown that I like, but it’s basically paying a monthly out-of-pocket fee to a physician for 24/7 access to their care. For my friends in the US, our insurance plans could never. (And you still need health insurance or deep pockets on top of it for additional prescriptions, tests, etc…seriously, read the article above.)

I won’t go into the ethical implications of providing access to care to only the rich, but it’s definitely there imho. Plus check out the practice’s condescending phrasing: a membership is the ultimate self-care. Don’t you care about your health??! Inquire about giving us your money today!

So why am I going on and on about this? Because our dear Gen is stuck in an echo chamber of health anxiety and she wants you to be right there with her. There’s nothing inherently wrong with integrative medicine or holistic practices, but life is hard enough without allowing this broad to add to your stress. If you find yourself asking if you too need some crap she’s peddling, the answer is likely no. And she doesn’t need it either. She just has access to it...and she’s probably hoping you help foot her bill with a purchase through a monetized link.

[that-bipolar-mood]

Hi there,

I don't know who else to talk to about this, and your blog seems like the only one I can talk to about this (you don't even have to answer this).

About half a year ago I started getting into spirituality. At first it was wonderful, and really inspired and encouraged a lot of positive personal growth for me. I started meditating and hearing voices. However, there have been a few times that became disturbing, and a couple were downright terrifying.

I only just recently opened up to my counselor about those moments. She was naturally concerned, and reached out to my my medication specialist to let her know. The meds specialist then gave me a prescription for Abilify, and kind of rushed through the appointment without really listening to me. Hallucinations or not, to me those moments were very real, and to have them so quickly dismissed has hurt me deeply.

I see how my behaviour could be concerning for others. I agree that I do experience hypomania. I'm not living an impulsive or reckless lifestyle, but I do go through cycles of being high-strung, irritable, and depressed, only to bounce back to being pleasant and happy-go-lucky again. Yet it hurts to know that my attempts to better my life and connect with a higher source was noted as a red flag, like they were just waiting for the other shoe to drop. I feel like all of my credibility and respectability has been taken from me overnight. It feels like whenever I become excited about something that it's going to be questioned as a suspicious and monitored as a symptom, instead of allowing me to enjoy my life like an adult. I already feel like my partner looks down on me. He uses my earlier mental illness diagnosis as a means to infantalise and patronise me, even if he doesn't think he is.

We both have relatives with bipolar disorder, and I don't see myself being like them. I've seen what mania looks like, and where it leads to. It scares and dismays me to be put into the same category as them. I could handle the ADHD and depression diagnoses, but BP is more than I'm willing to admit. Quite frankly, I'm ashamed of it. Just like I'm embarrassed for sharing my spiritual experiences and research with those around me, and how silly I must have looked.

I've decided it would be best if I avoid anything involved in spirituality, to play it safe. However, now there's a great absence in my life, with nothing worthwhile to put my time and energy into. There's a deep emptiness and loneliness in my heart with nothing to replace it. My inner compass now has no direction, I don't know what to do with myself anymore, both daily and throughout my life. I feel unremarkable, unsupported, and out of reach of G-d's love.

Thank you for reading through my vent. I hope you're having a good week.

- Jackalope

Well hello, and thank you firstly for reaching out.

To be honest, I believe the majority in the bipolar community or perhaps even the entire mental health community, understands or relates on some level. Also, I won't lie and pretend there is a simple answer here, or that anyone can give you one in the first place.

Now that I've said that, here's my personal subjective view. Spirituality saved me from my existential struggles, but I learnt the hard way that there is a line that I can never cross unless I want to get hospitalised. I tried desperately to balance my spiritual beliefs with reason and this diagnosis I received... it went horribly...for some time. Naturally, l gave up.

Guess what happened. Didn't work out. Depression kicked in faster than ever, and I'm talking about the paralysing, scary, losing-self one. Anyway, this happened next:

1. I just stopped surrounding myself with judgemental people who kept putting me down because of spirituality (frankly, I had no energy left).

2. I embraced the fact that I can be both mentally ill and practice spirituality, but starting slow...(no staying up reading on religions or painting visions instead of eating).

3. I switched psychiatrists and was lucky to find a liberal open-minded one, who helped me sort out which beliefs were harmful and which weren't.

4. Again, lucky for me, I found the right medication that kept me stable and offered me a chance to control triggers better.

So, in my experience, yoga and meditation (sometimes hours long) are not harmful but crucial. Yet, anything that occupies me enough to disrupt or just rapidly change my life can be potentially harmful. Welcome to 'the spectre life' of bipolar.

I'm not sure which diagnosis you consider to be correct for you, I can speak as someone with bipolar disorder, and my life is really all about balance. Meaning it goes both ways. I cannot do without spirituality, but I have to be careful not to "bite off more than I can chew."

I hope this helps and if you feel like chatting or anything really, please message me.

I believe truly that you have the capacity to sort this through and that you will be alright.

<3

[most-annoying-sponsorship]

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Raycon - 10

God awful earbuds with 3 times the price of similar quality with the same script every god damn time at least allow creators to do something with it. Not an active scam product but they try so hard to market themselves like one and I don't understand.

1. It's been a while but at it's height, you couldn't get through a video without seeing someone shilling these subpar earbuds. 2. They're literally earbuds bought off of alieexpress with a fancy brand slapped over the top 3. They're garbage earbuds. DankPods did an excellent breakdown of why they're awful 4. Now everyone I know thinks Raycons are great despite them being as expensive or more so than actual established brands that work hard and take pride in their sound quality

I used them for a while actually but they just didn't work out for me so at this point I'm not going to start buying them again and I don't need to hear about it anymore

they’re everywhere. everyone i watch (which is a fairly diverse list) has a sponsorship. i also know zero people in my life who own them.

There are so much better earbuds that are also cheaper. Plus I don't wanna hear YouTubers awkwardly explain and show them being used, it's just dumb.

they wouldn't even stay in my ears plus the look like they go right up against your eardrums. red flags all around plus i hate wireless shit the battery lasts like two shakes at best

Cerebral - 1

Ok sorry this is gonna be an essay with some snark. So for some important background, at last report Cerebral is under investigation by both the DEA and DOJ for essentially being an online pill mill. This tech bro startup took advantage of a temporary measure meant to help patients keep their EXISTING prescriptions during the pandemic -- the usual rule is that controlled substances can only be prescribed after an in-person appointment, to avoid the exact kind of situation I'll describe, but of course when lockdowns made in-person appointments much harder then people who have been taking stimulants or w/e for years shouldn't be left hanging. But then, in comes the Cerebral tech bros who decide to build their new business off prescribing stimulants to NEW patients... to "95%" of new patients, to be exact, because one of them actually admitted "100% would be a pill mill". (Oh yes, 95% is much better, not just a malicious loophole at all /s) Basically, a patient would have a single 30-minute video appointment, take one quiz that's meant to be a SCREENING tool (not a diagnostic tool! if you get a high score that's an indication you need MORE testing to confirm a possible diagnosis!) and then immediately get prescribed stimulants with no physical exam (no EKG, heart rate, or blood pressure, just for starters that any RESPONSIBLE doctor would do) and no further questions asked.—

—That would have been bad enough, but the advertising and shilling. Oh god, the advertising and shilling. Cerebral put out ads deliberately overstretching "signs you may have ADHD" in such a way that would put Tiktok influencers to shame (and we'll fucking get to that.) Like one ad implying that overeating sweets, something that literally everyone does at one point or another, is a sign you should make an appointment with Cerebral to get that sweet sweet Addy! And as for the real treat, the actual sponsorships. They had a fucking AFFILIATE CODE PROGRAM. Tiktokers would be like "use my code to get $30 off your first month!" for PSYCHIATRY. Not only that, but for psychiatry prescribing stimulants which are addictive and can kill you if you're not being carefully monitored for heart problems. Tiktokers and ads would also describe this service as a "life hack" and emphasize how easy it is to get stimulants through this one neat trick! Medical ethics is dead and we killed it. It got to the point that major pharmacies like CVS and Walgreens started refusing to fill prescriptions originating from Cerebral, because if/when a pill mill gets busted, pharmacies that filled the prescriptions can also be held liable. Think of the opioid epidemic for examples of the situation they were trying to avoid. They noticed how suspicious it was that ALL THE SUDDEN there was a huge flood of prescriptions for addictive drugs, ALL originating from the same few healthcare providers (mostly Nurse Practitioners rather than Medical Doctors, because MDs were more likely to call out the ethical/legal violations, but even many of the NPs who worked for Cerebral described feeling pressured by the corporate higher-ups to increase prescriptions and discourage waiting or further testing) Once this all came to a head Cerebral tried damage control by no longer prescribing stimulants to new patients. I haven't heard any updates on the regulatory investigations since then. But you know what I haven't seen that's even more telling? Not one, not a SINGLE one of the content creators who shilled for this company EVER apologized. For all they know they could have contributed to getting someone killed, not to mention life-ruining addictions, all for that sweet corporate sponsorship cash. Even if you argue they might not have known better at the time (to which I say bullshit, it's your responsibility to at least google the company to see if there's any red flags, Cerebral had more than a communist parade) even AFTER all this started making national news, it was just dead silence and moving on to the next corporate sponsor. But hey, if you're struggling with Adderall addiction, I know just the thing to help! Sign up for BetterHelp using code "SHILL" to get $10 off- *dies*

[anotherdayforchaosfay]

I'm in a people mood, but can't people.

We're in the middle of a massive covid wave few people are protecting against, and my husband ended up bringing it home. We wear masks, but it's only half the protection if those around us aren't wearing one. Then there's the issue of folks not getting the latest vaccine. If you haven't received a covid19 vaccination after September 2023, you need to correct that now. Unless there's a medical reason you cannot get vaccinated, you have zero excuse. Yes, that includes religious. If your god(s) tell you not to protect yourself from dangerous diseases, they're not worthy of your time. Get vaccinated. You will save not only your own life, but the lives of others, lives your god(s) clearly don't give a single flying fuck about.

Remember, the covid19 vaccines don't make you 100% immune. This disease is very different as are the vaccines and boosters. These make you more likely to survive, have fewer complications, a shorter infection, and your chances of developing long covid are vastly reduced. Covid19 is not a bad case of the flu. The flu kills around 30k/year and it's a respiratory/sinus disease. Covid19 impacts every system of the body, and does more damage than HIV. You can look that up for yourself, I ain't doing the work for you.

Currently, it's day three negative for us after we started meds five days ago. He's gone back to work, both of us are feeling significantly improved. You need to start the meds within the first five days of symptoms. I had to stop taking a couple of my meds so I can take this one, so be prepared to hear you may need to do the same. I had covid19 in 2022, but the medication was out-of-stock, and I was sick from the last week of August to the middle of November. I had brain fog for nearly an entire year (had a fever of 103 F for two days, 101 F for a week while on Tylenol; my brain got cooked), I exhaust easily, my low heat tolerance is significantly worse, there's a very real chance I have POTS but couldn't do the week-long heart monitoring required for a diagnosis because I'm allergic to the adhesives on the sticky pads (yes, even the hypoallergenic), and I have chronic eustachan tube dysfunction (no known treatment). We have no idea what long-term fuckery awaits those who've had covid19; it could be something like the way chicken pox produces shingles later.

Here's a link to places that can test and treat you:

Here's a link with info on how to acquire the medication free of charge:

Excerpt from the article:

Look for pharmacies particpating in Test to Treat. An existing government program for COVID-19 called Test to Treat will continue to dispense Paxlovid and Lagevrio (a slightly less effective antiviral made by Merck) for free at participating pharmacies and community health centers if they have supplies on hand. If you need testing, a vaccine, or have a prescription for Paxlovid or Lagevrio, use this online locator or call 1-800-232-0233 to locate free appointments. 

[hiraya-sa-dilim]

Ang Pagiging ay Pag-alam ay Pag-Ibig Chapter 1. In the early 22nd century...

Early in the 22nd Century, AI corporations advanced Human and Robot evolution into the TRIGUN technological era, heralding free market bio-cybernetic modifications, and Androids—beings now virtually identical to Humans—known as Replicants.

The TRIGUN Replicants were superior in strength and agility, and at least equal in intelligence, to the genetic engineers who created them.

Replicants mass-produced by the SEEDS Project were used abroad in warfare, in the hazardous subjugation and colonization of other Lands.

After a series of bloody mutinies by a SEEDS Project platoon during several campaigns abroad, all Replicants regardless of manufacturer were declared illegal on Noman’s Land—under penalty of death.

Special police squads—Undertaker Units—had orders to shoot to kill, upon detection, any trespassing Replicant.

This was not called execution.

It was called retirement.

Wolfwood is an Undertaker. Vash, once proven to be a Replicant, is his next target. Blade Runner AU. Multichap. Rating for violence and explicit content.

[1703 words] Read here or on ao3.

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The Replicant’s eyes are shielded by a pair of glasses, two matching circular voids over otherwise unconcerning features. Wolfwood’s subconscious automatically supplies prescription, tinted, and armor in that order, and he files it away for theories to test throughout the interview.

“Please have a seat. I appreciate you taking the time today, aa,” Wolfwood pretends to glance at the file display on the table’s screen to see what the thing across him would do, “‘Vash Saverem.’ I hope I’m saying that right?”

“Yup!” (Nothing. Wolfwood took his eyes off it and it did nothing.) “And it’s no problem. Good to do a practice interview before the real thing. This is part of that new legislation, right?”

“Due to recent events, yes. And best of luck on your applications.” Wolfwood leans back on his seat, presses a couple of buttons on the PKD machine. They blink colour under the harsh white light over their heads, but are too weak to affect his visuals on the Robot before him in any way. Boredly, he runs over his shopping list in his head. Cigs. Nachos. Batteries. Bullets. “If I may direct your attention to my equipment, I have turned on audio-visual recording. You are aware of this?”

“Ay! Aa, yes.”

“Then for the sake of this recording, my name is Nicholas D. Wolfwood and I’ll be facilitating Mr. Vash Saverem... 32. Uh, cy-”

“Last July.”

“Sorry?”

“Turned 32 last July. They say I look younger than my age, hehe.”

“A. Aa, ehem, 32, cyborg, single, citizen of Noman’s Land, his mandatory Voight-Kampff Examination today, April 10, 2119, for the purpose of employment. I will be asking you 20 to 100 reaction time-sensitive questions meant to illicit emotional response. Number of questions depend on your answers, so examination may take as briefly as five minutes to over an hour. Length of time does not necessarily mean negative or positive results. We are not looking for any set of answers in particular, but try not to think too hard and answer as simply and honestly as you can. We are also required to track,” Wolfwood pats the PKD as part of his spiel, “optical activity and changes in your vital signs during the test as part of evaluation. This process is unobtrusive and won’t require any conscious effort on your part to display results. Evaluation will be completed and revealed to the participant within five minutes of test completion. If the personal information I’ve read from your file is correct, and if you understand the procedures for the test and consent to taking it,” Wolfwood takes a long, tired drag from his cigarette, and does a final check on the monitoring machine (no detected weapons). “please state your National Identifying Number.”

“Yes. 60-012-536-474, thank you. Do I, aa, sign anywhere?”

“Your recorded verbal consent is enough. If you could please remove your glasses so we can begin.”

“Nicholas, ha... that’s a good name. In an old pagan religion, he was the protector deity of children-”

Wolfwood pointedly adjusts Punisher’s position behind him, an upright cross in wrappings looming over his seat at the table. If he could reposition the lights so that the gun would overshadow every Human, Replicant and idiot who ever had to sit across him to shut them up, he would. They should recognize a grave site when they see one. “Your glasses, please, Mr. Saverem. This is not a visual test, you will not be needing them.”

“Of... course.”

Wolfwood turns back, pleased the smile on the Robot’s face has gone down a few notches. “Let us begin. You are walking in a desert. You look down to see-” (The monitor must be fooling him... No. The morning sky from his distant childhood before the sprawl of hologramic billboards engulfed even his little valley. Blinking at him. No screen, nothing to protect him, nothing to divide them both .) “ehem, aa, shit. Aa, to see a tortoise on its back. What do you do?”

“Do I have food?”

“What?”

“Do I have food with me, and water? In the desert? Of course, I’d turn her over the right side up first, but-”

“Thank you,” Wolfwood snaps. He keeps his eyes on the dancing numbers on his device. “It's your birthday. Someone gives you a calfskin wallet.”

The Replicant��Saverem—scowls in the screen. “I suppose the right answer would be to reject it and report them to the police,” he says slowly.

“‘The right answer?’ We’re not looking for the right answer, Mr. Saverem. Just your answer.”

“Then... then if it’s all they have, and they give it to me for something as pointless as my birthday, I’d take it gratefully and repay them in kind. Otherwise, I’ll refuse and have a talk with them about it.”

“Talk?”

“About getting a different job other than tanning. Or being a thief. Ay, actually, it’s likelier she would be a grave-robber if-”

“A different job. Such as?”

“Something sustainable for a start. Hopefully, legal and kind, too. Like teaching.” Vash smiles expectantly at something Wolfwood doesn’t get. It’s almost sincere if it doesn’t look so practised...

Wolfwood tuts. He’s not supposed to ask follow-up questions, but fortunately, the Replicant doesn’t know that. He flips a page in the questionnaire.

“Let's try avoiding conditional answers, Mr. Saverem. Now. You've got a little boy. He shows you his butterfly collection, plus the killing jar.”

“I’ll talk him out of it. Get advice if that doesn’t work.”

“Let’s keep our answers brief, please, with no regards to future situations. Single sentences if that helps you.” Wolfwood had been so sure it’s a Replicant before it opened its mouth to talk. Whatever. They have a hundred odd questions to go. The faster he proves his hunch, though, the sooner he gets his next pay check. “You're watching television. Suddenly, you realize there's a wasp crawling on your arm.”

“I’ll wave it off, get it outside saf- get it outside safely.”

“You're reading a magazine. You come across a full-page nude photo of a girl. You show it to your spouse. They like it so much, they hang it on your bedroom wall.”

“A. That’s. Aa...”

The Replicant is red in the monitor, almost as much as his jacket. Wolfwood taps his cigarette over the ash tray, idly fiddles with the loose strap of his weapon on his lap. “Mr. Saverem. Remember we are monitoring your reaction time.”

Saverem stifles the last of his giggles. “Get her stilettos in my size, I guess,” he shrugs. Eyes like a clean, clean sky.

Wolfwood returns quickly to the PKD. He’d been keeping his eyes away long enough anyway, he reasons, clearing his throat. “Next question,” he grinds on his cigarette.

...

Wolfwood hates this part of the job.

He heard that in the old days when it was easier to tell just from appearance, Undertakers called suspects in or paid home visits and had it over with in five minutes 90 percent of the time. Now he’s in an office, only three miserable blokes in and dozens more to go before lunch god damn it, doing his nth review of the vitals fluctuations this Replicant... Human... has displayed in the past hour. Finding nothing again, he tightens his grip on the Punisher’s strap under the table, winds a leg back to kick his usually flawless intuition in the shins...

“One last question. You're watching a stage play. A banquet is in progress. The guests are enjoying an appetizer of raw oysters. The entrée consists of boiled dog.”

“I’ll leave.”

Wolfwood kicks his intuition’s shins. Both of them.

...fuck.

He’d wasted a whole hour waiting for the question that reveals the crack in Saverem’s facade, the gaping hole on his Humanity’s puzzle. But the Human’s stats are the typical cyborg’s for each emotional response, and his empathy and logic above average. Enough so even Wolfwood would be forced to call him a sensible person, maybe even a good person if you held a gun to his head. But not too much that it rang any alarms.

“That concludes our examination,” Wolfwood mumbles, cracks his neck. His throat hurts from talking so long. He only ever had to ask up to 30 questions for even the most complex Replicant, and otherwise the necessary minimum of 20 for Humans. He couldn’t tell why he hadn’t been able to let this one go as the latter sooner. “You’ve passed with flying colors, Mr. Saverem. Congratulations.”

“Really? That’s new. Hehe.”

“Your papers will be updated of your status. Expect the change to be recorded in an hour. When asked for proof of your Humanity,” (Wolfwood was right. They were prescription glasses, and tinted. Saverem had stopped squinting since putting them back on, a desert’s haze, a sandstorm.) “a. Aa, for all intents and purposes, simply present your National ID .”

Wolfwood taps and drags the man’s file to the appropriate folder, reaches behind him to check on the Punisher for the next loser... still imposing, still heavy-looking. It’s always too early to take a break when you need it. “Please tell the next person to come in. Have a good day, Mr. Saverem.”

“You too, Nicholas. Aa, Mr. Wolfwood. Thanks for everything today.”

Wolfwood picks up Saverem’s untouched cup, chucks the contents in the sink to avoid the handshake he is offered. He busies himself at the water dispenser until he’s sure Saverem is at the door.

“So... I am not a Replicant?”

A strange question. Wolfwood actually looks. “It appears so, Mr. Saverem. You are Human Cyborg according to your records.” He watches the tension on Saverem’s lips and scoffs at the back of his throat. “A. Any questions before you go? Forgive me for not asking sooner.”

“You believe... A. None now, it’s okay. I, I hope I haven’t wasted your time today. And I hope you have something good for lunch.”

“A, sure. You too. I... guess.”

Saverem chuckles. “Thank you. Really.”

It’s dark by the doorway, away from the unfeeling fluorescents over the interrogation table. But the light is in Wolfwood’s eyes, and he couldn’t tell if the sandstorm has yielded to a night sky.

The closing door is silent in the windowless, soundproof room.

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The iPaaS Empowerment and Some Essential Capabilities Fueling Success!

iPaaS (Integration Platform as a Service) has proved as a game-changer for businesses to grow & rule the current market with integration, accelerated workflows & enhanced data management solutions. It’s a cloud-based solution that helps in integrating software applications & streamlines operations. A professional iPaaS company can help you with enterprise-level solutions and offers a comprehensive approach that drives success for your organization. Many businesses, irrespective of their size & specification, are going to hire an iPaaS provider because it results more economical & beneficial for their businesses. But, before shifting it to a 3rd party service provider, there are certain factors that you must consider. In this blog, we have compressed some of the most crucial parameters that you must look into while connecting with an iPaaS provider. 

Different considerable aspects while going for the iPaaS revolution

Optimized connectivity-

One of the prime qualities of an iPaaS company is to provide uninterrupted connectivity & effortless integration in the system. An iPaaS platform can create comprehensive compatibility & agility that not only connects the applications but also effortlessly integrates with legacy systems, cloud-based apps, APIs & IoT devices. This approach helps businesses a lot in unifying data from different sources, receiving proper data insights, taking data-driven decisions, and streamlining their operations. 

Workflow automation-

iPaaS platform can help a business by creating complex workflows with ease through unparalleled workflow automation. It removes the need for human intervention and leads to fewer error occurrences, which are mainly human errors. It makes the process more fluent with a user-friendly interface & visually engaging appearances. Also, there are advanced triggers like real-time notification & supervision that result in optimizing the operations and eventually generating better results for the products & services.

AI-Powered insights-

In the age of data integration & data management solutions, AI has come up with a crucial role that helps in extracting valuable insights from the vast region of information. With advanced analytical tools & technologies, it helps in transforming raw data into actionable insights. This helps an organization identify opportunities & take data-driven decisions. Prescriptive analytics helps in creating customizable recommendations. Leveraging AI, iPaaS empowers companies to track performance, identify & monitor KPIs, and drive continuous improvement across all business functions.

Scalability-

The uninterrupted growth of a business highly relies on scalability & performance efficiency. An iPaaS platform provides advanced data management services by leveraging cloud-native architecture & trending data handling techniques. In this ever-increasing demand of the current business market, scaling capacities & performance assurance ensure the high-end success of a business. The iPaaS platform offers a quick response time &  smooth data flow across the system by focusing on strategic implementations & breaking technological boundings effectively.

Data transformation & governance- iPaaS companies can help your business with effective data transformation & governance. To meet the standard regulatory aspects, functions like data encryption, strict data security & data governance are performed. iPaaS platform ensures that the right information is delivered in the right direction at the right time. From data mapping & transformation capabilities to data manipulation & governance, this platform can make it more seamless, holds customers' trust, and enables them to embrace the benefits of data-driven decisions.

Wrapping up

The above-mentioned parameters establish the credibility & expertise of a professional iPaaS company that can help businesses to optimize their digital transformation journey. Vorro’s BridgeGate Integration is an iPaaS that offers a collaborative solution approach to businesses across different industries and helps them to advance their ecosystem with trending technical interventions. As a responsible service provider, we use technology to provide scalable integration solutions by ensuring high-end security measures. If you are someone who is passionate about unlocking the enterprise's success of your business, embrace the power of iPaaS without compromising! We encourage you to welcome this digital revolution today to position your business at the forefront of the market tomorrow!

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*Screaming into the void*

I saw a US doctor today for treatment of chronic physical health issues. I couldn't see my PCP because even though Medicaid (which I am poor enough to qualify for) requires a PCP visit within 60 days of receiving coverage, my PCP is booked solid for more than 2 months out.

The good news first: This was the greatest amount of time I have ever had the full attention of a US physician on a single visit! She was in the room with me asking for context and history surrounding my physical health issues, and addressed my behavioral health history and treatment as well. I got a full 20 minutes of face-to-face in-person interaction with a Dr. (not PA, not Intern, not NP), for the first time in my life.

The bad news: I earned this truly medically beneficial experience by showing up with blood pressure high enough to warrant multiple re-tests of my BP and also an EKG, while my reported reason for visit was chronic pain, injury related pain, and involuntary muscle movements. If my BP had been normal, or even just elevated, this visit would have been a quick in-out like most. My BP was nearly in the range of what is considered "hypertensive crisis" which requires immediate medical attention. 168/120

I have had high blood pressure readings at every doctor visit since my mid 20's. I'm 34 now, and after being written off year after year as having "white coat hypertension", generalized anxiety, and being considered "borderline" for high blood pressure (you're too young for medication intervention), I was finally unhealthy enough to get taken seriously.

I left the visit with a lot of faith in the doctor that treated me, for doing the necessary work to get my health history, circumstances of my life, and a broader understanding of what is going on with me. I did not leave with a prescription for blood pressure medication. I was told to improve diet and increase exercise, no alcohol, limit salt, no smoking (I don't). Monitor your BP at home with a cuff (tonight's reading was 160/106) and bring data to your next visit and we can maybe treat the condition that had us (the medical practice) most concerned.

I got a referral for 2 different forms of physical therapy, and an X-ray of my cervical spine. She cautioned to avoid using NSAID painkillers due to a risk of worsening my gastrointestinal issues, and didn't prescribe anything to manage the pain I booked the visit for, which is usual in my experience receiving US healthcare.

I can go on and on, and probably would if I wasn't getting tired, but in addition to trying to monitor and control my blood pressure, manage my IBD and pelvic floor dysfunction, and behavioral health conditions, I need to find providers that my insurance will cover for physical therapy visits and doctor appointments. I need to find employment, to pay for my healthcare expenses, assuming I'm healthy enough to work. If I work full-time or make more than $13/hr, I will make too much money to qualify for Medicaid.

It feels like quicksand. I might actually die of a heart attack if I can't solve all of these issues on my own. There is no social safety net in the US.

*yes, I probably do have "white coat hypertension" and it is a real thing for people with behavioral health issues like anxiety. I have also gone to a hospital for help with acute pain and been told "there's nothing wrong with you, here's your ER bill" as well as being taken to a hospital only to have my clothes forcibly stripped by 6 police/security officers when asked to change into a gown.

**Yes, a full-time job can and often does provide healthcare benefits and coverage, but that assumes I am able to make it through the 90-day period of being a new-hire without benefits, without missing work, even for health related issues. Absenteeism is a death sentence in employment, even when you do take time off to manage your health with unpaid time off or call-ins.

***I am without a college degree, and right now a majority of the vacancies in the US workforce are labor intensive or have labor demands (standing the whole shift, ability to lift repeatedly or bend and twist). Without a degree, I have yet to attain an interview for any job that offers you a seat and a computer/desk. My pain issues and hypertension have narrowed my job search focus to jobs of this kind, I'll post again if I find a role, but don't hold your breath.

*All attempts to escape poverty will be punished with withdrawal of support systems* It’s the American way.

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IoT Insurance Market - Forecast (2022 - 2027)

The Global market for Iot Insurance is forecast to reach $3,123.3 million by 2026, growing at a CAGR of 18.7% from 2021 to 2026. IoT-Connected insurance uses the data from internet-connected devices and telematics to improve the understanding of risks. It is a new approach that is based on use of sensors and digital technologies to monitor the state of an insured risk transforming rough data in usable and actionable information. Advances in IoT insurance can improve the productivity, overall profitability of the business and the risk profile of the portfolio. Through IoT, insurers can better connect with customers adding important touch points in particularly sensitive phases like acquisitions and claims. It is observed that automation can cut the cost of the claims process by as much as 30% and IoT connected devices have helped some life insurance and health insurance companies lower their premiums by as much as 25%.

Report Coverage

The report: “Iot Insurance Market– Forecast (2021-2026)”, by IndustryARC covers an in-depth analysis of the following segments of the Iot Insurance market. By Type – Health Insurance, Life Insurance, Property and Casualty Insurance and Others. By Application – Life and Health Insurance, Home and Commercial Buildings, Automotive and Transportation, Business and Enterprise, Consumer Electronics and Industrial Machines, Travel, Agriculture and Others. By Geography - North America (U.S, Canada, Mexico), South America(Brazil, Argentina and others), Europe (Germany, UK, France, Italy, Spain, Russia and Others), APAC(China, Japan India, SK, Aus and Others), and RoW (Middle East and Africa)

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Key Takeaways

Advances in IoT insurance can improve the productivity, overall profitability of the business and the risk profile of the portfolio.

IoT technology presents opportunities for insurers to reduce and mitigate losses, improve underwriting and enhance personalization of products and services.

Automation in insurance can cut the cost of claims process by as much as 30%

North-America is expected to hold a significant share in the IoT Insurance market due to growing awareness and faster adoption of IoT technology.

IoT Insurance Market Segment Analysis - By Type

The most important type of insurances are life insurance and health insurance which accounted for 44% share combined in 2020. Life insurance is something that pays out a sum of money either on the death of the insured person or after a set period. On the other hand health insurance covers the cost of hospitalization, visits to the doctor’s office and prescription medicines. The rising usage of digital technologies in this sector will drive market growth.

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IoT Insurance Market Segment Analysis - By Application

IoT insurance is applicable to almost all industries like automobile, manufacturing, agriculture, healthcare, hospitality, retail, finance, transportation and smart homes and buildings. Automotive industry is one of the industries most benefited after introduction of IoT. IoT devices such as in-car sensors, smartphones, and smart appliances can send insurers data on product usage and driving habits among other behaviours. In turn, this data will be fed into AI algorithms that allow insurers to offer risk based pricing and other popular services.

IoT Insurance Market Segment Analysis – By Geography

North America held the largest market share at 35% in 2020 among regional markets due to increasing awareness and rapid implementation of IoT in various industries in countries in this region. In addition, rising use of smart devices which deliver real-time insights to allow insurance companies in this region develop advanced insurance solutions. And also presence of international players in this region such as Google LLC, Microsoft Corporation, IBM and other drives the market in this region.

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Iot Insurance Market Drivers

Mitigation of risk

In traditional method, insurers have used proxy data to identify the risk of loss for an asset. Internet of things (IoT) gives insurers access to real-time, individual, observable data on an asset’s risk of loss. This data is directly actionable for risk pricing and mitigation. IoT sensors monitor the behavior and actions which are causative of risk so that insurers can create algorithms based on observed behavior directly to pricing models. In this way insurers can similarly leverage this data for risk mitigation by providing timely and specific feedback to customers.

Rising demand for cloud services

The insurance industries dealing with huge volumes of sensitive data and documents are ready to integrate cloud technology in to their digital eco system. It enables insurers to use their IT resources more efficiently, reducing the cost of acquiring and maintaining infrastructure. Cloud based applications change the way of creating and delivering their products and services, managing risks and claims, collaborating with channel members and partners and communicating with customers, agents and brokers. Thus, cloud services in the insurance industry helps drive the market growth.

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Iot Insurance Market Challenges

Data privacy and security

Data privacy and security is utmost important when it comes to technology. IoT comes along with cyber-risks, in fact, much more than any other technology. Meaningful customer engagement would require the insurer to collect and process data at each point, facilitated by IoT. Without establishing the trust it would be difficult to obtain personal data from customers. A significant amount of data is generated from the application of connected devices from wearable devices to connected homes and telematics devices in smart vehicles. Most of the customers are skeptical about their personal data remains secured and how it is utilized by insurers.

Iot Insurance Market Landscape

Product launches, acquisitions, and R&D activities are key strategies adopted by players in the Iot Insurance market. The Iot Insurance market is dominated by major companies such IBM Corporation, SAP SE, Oracle Corporation, Google Inc., Microsoft Corporation, Cisco Systems Inc., Accenture PLC, Verisk Analytics Inc., Concirrus, LexisNexis.

Acquisitions/Technology Launches/Partnerships

In Oct 2020, LexisNexis and Yonomi Smart Home have joined forces to develop an innovative turnkey home insurance internet of things (IoT) solution. It includes a smartphone app that participating policy holders can download the app which uses smartphone and device sensors to find common IoT devices in the home, which creates a data feed to LexisNexis risk sloutions.

In May 2019, Concirrus and willis Re, has entered in to strategic partnership to transform speciality re-insurance products by leveraging data from internet of things (IoT).

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Make Data Actionable with Enterprise Business Analytics by Dataplatr

Data is a powerful asset that every organization can leverage to drive strategic decisions. However, without the right tools and expertise, even large volumes of data may remain untapped. At Dataplatr, our enterprise business analytics services are designed to transform raw data into meaningful, actionable insights, empowering companies to stay ahead in a competitive marketplace.

Empowering Data-Driven Decisions

With enterprise business analytics from Dataplatr, organizations gain a comprehensive view of their operations, customer behaviors and market trends. Our advanced analytics solutions help you sift through complex data sets, identify key patterns and extract insights that can shape your strategic objectives. Whether it’s improving customer experiences or optimizing resource allocation, our services enable you to make decisions grounded in data.

A Holistic Approach to Enterprise Analytics

Dataplatr’s enterprise business analytics encompass a wide range of features, from data integration and visualization to predictive analytics and AI-driven insights. By integrating enterprise analytics into your business strategy, you can proactively identify potential challenges and opportunities before they arise. Our tools allow you to monitor performance metrics in real-time, adjust strategies as needed and align every department toward unified business goals.

Transforming Data into Business Value

Simply having data is not enough, it’s about the ability to transform data into actionable strategies. Enterprise analytics allow businesses to extract critical insights that lead to tangible actions. Whether it's enhancing customer experience or improving operational efficiency, our platform translates insights into value.

Operational Optimization: Identify inefficiencies and optimize resources for better productivity.

Customer-Centric Insights: Understand customer behaviors and personalize offerings for increased engagement.

Market Intelligence: Stay ahead with real-time data on market trends and competitor activity.

Use of AI and machine learning in business analytics

Dataplatr incorporates AI and machine learning into our enterprise business analytics platform, enabling predictive and prescriptive analytics. This approach goes beyond traditional reporting to uncover insights that were previously inaccessible.

Predictive Analytics: Forecast future trends, customer behaviors and potential risks with AI.

Prescriptive Analytics: Make informed decisions with suggestions for optimal actions based on predictive data.

Anomaly Detection: Identify irregularities in data, flagging potential issues before they impact business performance.

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[heavensims]

This is such a damn shame and, unfortunately, is not limited to the food industry. Restaurants, check. Retail, check. Healthcare, check. Stop telling your employees to “stay home when sick” and then offering them no sick time or rolling sick time into “PTO” but still giving the standard two weeks a year. 

When I got Covid in early 2022, it was specifically due to the doctor coming in, even though she did not feel well, because she felt pressured by the C-suite that managed the chain of practices. She worked 1.5 days while sick and, despite being vaccinated, following good protocol as best as possible including consistent masking, 2 of the 4 office staff also got sick a few days later (the 2 of us who worked most closely with her). 

When she went home sick, we were told we could continue coming to work until/unless we showed symptoms. We had to insist on quarantining and they really tried to talk us out of it, saying “protocol says...”. The other 2 employees did, in fact, keep working because they couldn’t afford the time off. I spent the next 3 days, while I waited to see if I developed symptoms (which I did), very, very closely monitoring the CDC website and taking notes of any regulations and recommendations that I could report back when I was, inevitably, “strongly persuaded” to return to work.

I was supposed to have my first booster shot the same week I was exposed. The pharmacist specifically told me I had to wait x number of days to determine if I could proceed or not (can’t if you’re infected). When I relayed this to my HR/manager, I was told a real doctor needed to determine when I could return to work; a pharmacist was not the right kind of doctor to make that call.

When I actually tested positive, I was given a few days off (but oh, if you can manage some stuff from your laptop, that’d be great). When I did finally return to work, it was too soon and I still felt really horrible and only managed to work every other day because I was pushing myself to try to be there and my body wasn’t having it. The Friday of that first week back, I tried to leave early and was told I couldn’t because “someone who can make sales really needs to be in the office”. The doctor was still out, mind you, so the office was not seeing patients or administering care; any sales were eyewear sales of people with existing prescriptions or vitamins/eye drops. The other person in the office who tested positive was asked to return to work while still feeling unwell, until she basically told them to fuck off, that she still had 103 fever.

Sick days are only an excuse for companies to cover their asses with the “we told them not to come in”. Sick days are only accepted when it doesn’t affect profit and we live in a world where everything = profit so don’t you dare get sick because companies will actively push back against those who attempt to actually follow these cya policies.  

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Enhancing Pharmacy Operations with Advanced Software and Delivery Solutions

In the fast-paced world of pharmacy, the need for efficiency, accuracy, and convenience is paramount. With the increasing demand for online services, modern pharmacy software and online pharmacy delivery apps have become essential tools for businesses to stay competitive. These solutions streamline operations, improve customer satisfaction, and optimize workflow, ensuring pharmacies are equipped to meet the challenges of today’s market.

The Role of Pharmacy Software in Modern Healthcare

Pharmacy software plays a crucial role in managing day-to-day operations, from inventory tracking to prescription management. This software ensures that pharmacies operate smoothly by automating tasks such as dispensing medications, managing prescriptions, and keeping track of inventory. By digitizing these processes, pharmacies reduce the risk of human error and ensure greater accuracy in medication dispensing, which is critical in healthcare settings.

A robust pharmacy software system offers real-time inventory updates, enabling pharmacists to track stock levels, prevent stockouts, and manage reorder schedules. With integrated tools for managing patient profiles, pharmacies can provide personalized care, monitor medication histories, and even send reminders for refills or follow-up consultations. These features not only improve customer experience but also contribute to better health outcomes.

Benefits of an Online Pharmacy Delivery App

In today’s digital age, customers expect the convenience of online services, and pharmacies are no exception. An online pharmacy delivery app enables customers to order medications, health products, and other pharmacy items from the comfort of their homes. With the ability to place orders online, patients can avoid long wait times and get medications delivered to their doorstep in a timely manner. This is especially beneficial for elderly or immunocompromised individuals who may have difficulty traveling to a physical pharmacy.

An efficient online pharmacy delivery app integrates seamlessly with the pharmacy’s software, ensuring accurate order processing and real-time tracking. It offers features such as secure payment options, automated order confirmations, and notifications about the status of deliveries. Moreover, such apps allow pharmacies to expand their customer base by reaching individuals who may not have access to a physical location or prefer the convenience of home delivery.

Improving Customer Engagement with Pharmacy Software and Apps

Customer engagement is a critical factor in pharmacy success. Pharmacy software and online delivery apps help improve communication between pharmacies and their customers. Through automated alerts, patients are reminded of upcoming refills, enabling them to stay on top of their medication regimen. These systems also provide pharmacists with valuable data on purchasing habits, allowing them to offer targeted promotions, health tips, and personalized services.

The integration of pharmacy software with online delivery apps also enhances the customer experience by providing real-time updates on delivery status, ensuring that customers are well-informed throughout the process. Whether customers need medications urgently or simply prefer the convenience of home delivery, the combination of pharmacy software and delivery apps offers a seamless, efficient solution.

The Future of Pharmacy Software and Delivery Apps

As technology continues to evolve, so do the possibilities for pharmacy software and online pharmacy delivery apps. With advancements in artificial intelligence (AI), machine learning, and data analytics, the potential for personalized healthcare and predictive services is vast. Future systems may include even more advanced features, such as AI-driven medication management, predictive analytics for stock levels, and more efficient delivery logistics.

The integration of telemedicine with pharmacy apps is another exciting development, allowing patients to consult with healthcare providers and receive prescriptions electronically, which can then be filled and delivered directly to their homes. As the demand for convenience and efficiency grows, the role of pharmacy software and online pharmacy delivery apps will continue to expand, shaping the future of the pharmacy industry.