#samsung new service

[inkbotkowalski]

Absolutely losing my mind over how it's been YEARS since phone companies made small, lightweight smartphones, and how they don't even come with a fucking headphone jack! YOUR PHONES ARE ALREADY GIGANTIC HOW CAN THEY NOT FIT A HEADPHONE JACK, ARGHHHH

[toytulini]

wish the little listicles and articles reccomending google alternatives didnt like, mention ios. like no offense but do you think i dont know what an iphone is. you think im looking into google alternatives but i dont know that apple exists? you really think that? if i was going to buy a fucking apple product id already be doing that?

[whisperofthewaves]

oh god. I bought a new phone. now I'm staring down the concept of transfering the cumulated five years of my life onto it.

[tecdisha]

OpenAI's ChatGPT Voice Mode Finally Arrives—But Why Is Everyone Talking About It?​

OpenAI has unveiled a game-changing update—"ChatGPT’s advanced voice mode". This much-awaited feature allows users to have natural, real-time conversations with the AI, almost as if they were speaking with a person. But while many are excited, the update has raised eyebrows about "privacy", "security", and the ethics of giving AI a voice. Here's a deep dive into everything you need to know about "ChatGPT’s voice feature", how it will transform your experience, and why it's causing such a stir.

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[knitting-with-pinhead]

i love that i avoid like half of the tech things people complain about just by virtue of being poor

[brightsuzaku]

tagging this @lucinata

There are two configurations available: one with 6GB of RAM and 128GB of storage for $599 and another with 8GB of RAM and 256GB of storage for $679. The storage of both models can be expanded via microSD, and the phone features a modular design that can be easily disassembled using a standard Phillips #00 screwdriver to replace broken components. It also has an IP54 rating, meaning the device is protected against dust and water sprays.

The Murena Fairphone 4 will ship to US customers with 5G and dual SIM support, a removable 3905mAh battery, a 48-megapixel main camera, a 48-megapixel ultrawide, and a 25-megapixel selfie camera. The phones will be available to order exclusively from Murena’s webstore starting today. 

[manleycollins]

Journal Entry #73 - End of Year Two (2) out of Nine (9) in Massachusetts - Decisions, Decisions, Decisions - Gym, Run, Gym, Run - International Travel versus Criminal Court Ordered Deduction - Sitting and Patiently Waiting

JOURNAL ENTRY #73 Name: Manley M Collins Social Security Number: 5 7 9 – * * – 6 5 4 1 Date of Birth: 06/21 Place of Birth: Washington, District of Columbia Country of Birth: United States of America Date: December 31, 2022

TOPIC: End of Year Two (2) out of Nine (9) in Massachusetts - Decisions, Decisions, Decisions - Gym, Run, Gym, Run - International Travel versus Criminal Court Ordered Deduction - Sitting and Patiently Waiting

Yes, this has been an interesting ramping up and winding down settling in two and a half years in Massachusetts. I am grateful and thankful for all the variety of life experiences. Communication maybe over the top, but that was me from the beginning when the doctor smacked my newborn bottom to cry and yell. I have not stopped communicating ever since that day.

It has been a good reflection of how much one person or at least I went through, and have no specific regrets for moving forward. My work routine has wind down to just the gym, lawsuit paperwork, renewal paperwork, track and field, learning French, simplified travel, and learning the free options around Linux and Oracle. These are the same things mentioned on the front page of my website. As I sit on the money (never ever did that) until I decide what to repay. Technology and business app or service subscriptions are coming, but it is not necessary at the moment.

The New Year is here. Happy New Year to everyone. Thank God or the higher being for another day of life. It is an interesting crossroads when so much reality and education happens to visit the crossroads of debunking biblical stories that happened to survive the test of time. People may try to classify me on what I do, but I am truly happy with who I am, what I have been blessed with, ability to age well and accept it, and self-defend/self-protect me.

The original change in physical behavior was setting the boundaries on how people touch or assault me has become easier to do. Not even cultural norms will ever happen until something gives way or comes out right. Thus, my topic suggests sitting and patiently waiting.

Another change in physical behavior was the ability to send mail directly back to the ones that send it, whether it is the bill collectors or charity organizations. Yes, normally it would be trash, but let the owner or sender trash it.

With WellSense (MassHealth) public insurance, I did attempt to change my old medication, Zyprexa (olanzapine) to the new medication, Caplyta (lumateperone), but learned that through the appeal process and my MGH psychiatrist that I needed to go through four (4) of the old medication before getting approved for a new medication including Latuda. It is very interesting if I had private insurance I can the new medication, but for public insurance they commit to the duty of just sufficient enough care. It is bureaucracy for me. However, BMC psychiatrist states that I no longer have any mental health conditions, which was slap in the face, but I knew some type of logic like that was coming after the losses. I told BMC psychiatrist that I am not coming off my medications, but maybe in Europe I will try to manage without medications. McInnis Health Center (Boston HealthCare for the Homeless Program) stated see my primary care physician for care. MGH psychiatrist saw that I was seeing BMC for care and suggested to see BMC for all my care because the insurance is not going to do double billing for the same service. However, Adia Solutions LLC and Adecco Staffing provided health, medical, dental, vision, life, and other group benefits, which included United Healthcare, but I canceled and denied all those benefits because I do not work enough to pay the premiums. Then comes in the postal mail, United Healthcare unveils it has a contractual obligation with the Massachusetts hospitals to pay for a portion of care and I pay the balance. The Adecco-Adia new type of United Healthcare package provides a stripped down version of HMO-PPO plans, which limits PCP visits to two per year, limits ER visits, and other manageable care.

I ate Christmas breakfast and lunch at St. Francis House and made a donation to St. Francis House. I saw the email promotion which featured me eating with others. I was very much in the Christmas spirit at the beginning of December. I also did Thanksgiving breakfast and lunch at St. Francis House.

I was apart of the group that Biden Administration and United States Department of Education tried to help with the student loan burden…again tried to help.

Joel Osteen's Sunday messages have been pretty uplifting and good.

I am still getting Washington, DC, South Carolina, and New York notifications for most government services that I signed up for, but do not plan to correct them no time soon.

I went through Dorchester County District Two (South Carolina Public Schools) SafeSchools certification.

I attended the NASM AFAA Optima Virtual Conference 2022. I did not sign up for credits. It was a great conference from developing and maintaining the business. The fitness gurus were doctors in their related fields. I learned of other muscle groups more defined than just general biology. I learned about how to create a format for certain classes. I learned how to speak and treat those with obesity, diabetes, and menopause. I forgot the conference was available until 12/22/2022, then I clicked on the link 12/23/2022 and was so disappointed…my brain said, "Damn!" I did speak to NASM AFAA for other ways to great credit for renewal and they take credits from IFBB and other groups. I was impressed.

Alpha Phi Alpha Fraternity, Inc. sent me communication regarding Fraternity's House of Alpha in Ithaca, New York on the Founder's Day - December 4th. I am still getting reminders for donations, etc.

Shutterfly may delete all the uploads of photos for storage if I do not make a purchase every 18 months. I do not mind that policy that would help me narrow down who to purchase subscription services from because AT&T, VistaPrint, and Flickr provides the same service.

I did obtain my United States Large Passport Book and Passport Card, again, from the United States Department of State. I was surprised and grateful. USATF thoughts lit up on possibilities on World Athletics Track and Field Meets. I am in another dilemma that Paris, France is hosting the Olympics in 2024. I signed up to purchase tickets, but the United States and everyone knows if I leave I am not coming back. However, the criminal court ordered deduction still needs to be paid and I do not want the United States to do me in Europe. I have never been an irresponsible human. I updated American Airlines, United Airlines, and Delta Airlines with my new passport information. The United Airlines app was able to scan the passport book to place the information in the app.

One of my banks I was able to make a deposit through a CVS Pharmacy. I got notified and the money was there.

I had to escalate TSA Enrollment Pre-Check after the 60 days expired from notification, but the customer service representative mentioned that it was overwhelmed with enrollment. I was stuck in the security assessment process. I do remember getting the extra security pat down with Boston Logan TSA staff and laptop bag was searched. I hope they do not expect to get something different that my education, experience, and daily life of telling.

I attended some workshops with Massachusetts Vocational Rehabilitation Center. From the orientation, I went to pull my first iCORI background screening report.

Samsung was on point when ordering a phone directly from them, and the follow up after delivery. Samsung trade-in program is superb and impressed the heck out of me for how much I got for a 3G phone. I still did not upgrade to the latest phone after learning how 3G, 4G, 5G, and 6G works is not really those specific networks. I am in the Samsung Galaxy S-class, which makes feel like a Mercedes. Apple was okay during their ordering process, but lighting up personalized email and texting during the ordering, shipping, delivery, and follow up process could spice up enthusiasm getting an Apple phone. Apple trade-in program sucks as technology gets older so decreases the trade-in value. I do not understand what Samsung does with an impeccable trade-in phone.

I got my Internal Revenue Service refund, which informed me that all the holds were removed from the account.

Boston Medical Center In-Person (through the Bridge Clinic - Psychiatry Department) (Previous Journal topics - I just was repeating them to new people verbally)

Topics Cognitive Behavior Therapy or Cognitive Processing Therapy (homework on myself)

I started ABC Worksheets. I had to write/type out Activating Event (A) "Something Happens", Belief (B) "I tell myself something", Consequence (C) "I feel something"

Since this is ongoing therapy, I am going to only write the Activating Event (A) "Something happens"

1 - Birth 2 - Trusting People 3 - Death 4 - Giving 5 - Arrests 6 - Working Out / Physical / Fitness/ Running / Cycling / Group Fitness 7 - Schizophrenia 8 - Anxiety / Panic Attacks 9 - Depression 10 - Post Traumatic Stress Disorder (PTSD) 11 - Bipolar Disorder 12 - Obsessive Compulsive Disorder (OCD) 13 - Eating 14 - Spiritual Uplifting 15 - Act My Wage or Role in the World (Boundaries) 16 - Loss of Time 17 - Sleep, Resting, Dreams 18 - Slips, Falls, Accidents, Injuries 19 - The Secrete Book by Rhonda Byrne comes alive - Laws of Attraction with New People, New Situations, and New Things 20 - Attended a doctor's visit with Dr. Edwards in the BMC Department of Otolaryngology for a follow up from the Screening on the Green for head, neck, and ear cancers or symptoms. 21 - Viewing the imagery of a wedding and marriage between me (a male - he/him/his) and a woman (a natural born female - she/her/hers). 22 - Calming of emotions and steady state of behavior. Not around friends to act abnormally. 23 - Disconnect from office work and gig work. First orientation meeting with Massachusetts Vocational Rehabilitation Commission to attempt new job roles, industries, letter of interest, and resumes. 24 - My first colonoscopy at Boston Medical Center in the Center of Digestive Disorders. 25 - I attended MGH Sexual Health Clinic for update on Sexual Transmitted Diseases and/Sexual Transmitted Infections. 26 - Major week of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder flashbacks on families I was close to growing up. 27 - Unexpected income or scheduled income is the trigger of my anxiety and post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) 28 - I got assaulted twice with the security wand at Pine Street Inn by Jet Security officers.

Along with the ABC Worksheets, I started Dialectical Behavior Therapy (DBT) Emotional Regulation to associate a feeling I need to change.

Other Topics from Summer, Fall, and Winter 2022:

Pine Street Inn still have everyone in place regarding touching and assaulting. A homeless community member deemed himself good, but kept assaulting me from the security gate to my locker. I gave him the warning talk three times and I grabbed his dick and balls. He got upset and stated not to do that, then I yelled to him, "I told you not to touch me three times so I grab whatever the h*ll I want!" Others who committed similar acts heard me and fled. Everyone on the entire first floor who heard was angry at me that evening ("cause they heard the public speaking, deep bass, commanding leader voice").

I had my Busuu French lesson on the day before New Year's Eve. I still have to book some more lessons into the new year.

I ran in the USATF New England Indoor Season at the Track at New Balance. It was a mix of high school, open, college, and masters in all the events. I did the 60m to see my time. The track was banked on both ends. I almost got thrown off balance running in the sixth lane for the 200m, but it was fun. I did all six (6) of my long jumps. See photo blog and albums.

I made it to the end of the University of Phoenix Dissertation to Publication Workshop. I sent my summarized dissertation to my first publication. It is the holidays so we will see what happens in the Spring.

I got my American Red Cross Adult/Child/Pediatric/Infant First Aid/CPR/AED certification. The skills session was informative and fun.

Pine Street Inn housing program had appointments for updates, and notifications on the 1st and 15th with paystubs to continue to receive the benefit of late night admittance after 8pm. I stopped sending the notifications and making the appointments after my employment was taken by the New York situation and Winter began to settle in. Pine Street Inn provided more housing applications to Peabody Properties, and I applied to two of their properties - 25 Amory and Roxse.

I attended another Hey Siri, Meetup event with ice skating at the Warriors Ice Arena. It was a good hour of fun and conversation. We ate a nearby restaurant.

I attended an in-person United States Census Bureau recruitment event for the upcoming Housing Survey period. I gave a copy of my mailed application and assessment with letter of confirmation that it is in active status.

Apple still send me offerings for Apple Learning Coach and Apple Teacher. I am still sour about losing my brand new Mac mini with all my data along with my storage drives, April 3, 2016. There was no AppleCare Theft and Loss with that technological device.

I started my new gym membership with Beacon Hill Athletic Clubs. It is the small franchise of gyms I ever been a member. It is small, quaint community. Trade offs - I got the whole gym myself at downtimes. I do not have 2,000+ locations not even 300+ locations. I got seven (7) locations and only can make it to six (6) locations on a regular basis and only in Greater Boston area. Each location is uniquely different vibe and artistic environment. It has a mix of old school and new school equipment. Group fitness is little to none except Combat/Boxing, which I have to upgrade for that option and they recruit heavily for that program. I am a regular, everyday member to meet my fitness, training, weight loss, and athletic conditioning goals. Due to locations of some gyms, you have to drop weights with care.

Morgan and Morgan/Simon and Simon dropped me as a client for the pedestrian accident getting hit by an SUV.

Google had changed the process on YouTube handles. I had make sure to secure all my handles.

From an Adia co-worker, he stated he needed a roommate for an East Boston location because his sister was leaving. I told him sure I can do the process. He gave me the links and the photos. He told me how much it was. I was ready, and submit the application. The landlord disapproved the application because of the work history or job history even though I worked with my Adia co-worker. He vouched for me, but I told him I stated government money was guaranteed and on the application. No credit check, but denied on application.

I made an end-of-the-year donation to the Boston Public Library for the use of its resources.

From my Nokia first cellphone to current Apple iPhone and Samsung Galaxy Smartphone Apps:

I discovered a new app called Fax.Plus for faxing capabilities across the globe.

Walmart app was cool to scan in store and make payment.

Amazon Shopping app was great to be able to get notifications about orders and deliveries. I am able to use my In-Store code in Whole Foods Market. I used it in New York Whole Foods Market stores and got email notifications about sales.

Airbnb app is great. It took a while to update and configure with all my updated information.

BodySpace is awesome. My bodybuilding programs are working great. The summaries can be off sometimes when all the data is not captured. It is how I plan my gym workouts. For the exercises not covered, I take a day to get those body parts. See my photo album.

Nike Run Club app is lifelong running for days, weeks, and years. It is awesome to get notifications regarding orders along with the Nike app. I have not gotten much use out of the Nike Training Club yet, but it does retrieve the cross data from the Nike Run Club.

Expedia app is good for travel research. I updated my passport information. We been together since 2000s.

FaceBook app got smart and upgraded my multi-factor authentication. It is still a good relevant social media app. I am very impressed on how much Europe (France) and PSG is running through my newsfeed. My group is small so I do not see so much crazy.

Netflix app is a default app installed by manufacturer. It will remain dormant. I do not have subscription. I am watching less television other than the shows I can see for free.

Samsung Global Goals is very awareness app about climate change. I like it, but I do not want it to overtake phone by reminding me everyday to help the climate.

Mortal Kombat 11 app was available from the Google Play Store. Unfortunately, I could not backup or restore my data from my Apple iPhone. I am starting over and kind of fun getting new characters.

Marriott Bonvoy app is awesome. I was able to book, cancel, and do research in this app. I was able to get a doorkey and it worked over the Wi-Fi Marriott system. Five stars for this app.

Happy New Year everyone!

[kitten4sannie]

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pairing: seasoned model! seonghwa x newcomer model! reader (fem) x models! woosan feat. director! hongjoong

genres: modeling au, smut

summary: walking for this season’s collection means everything to you, and you’re not about to let anyone get in the way, especially not a man who’s dead set on taking your place, no matter how insanely pretty he may be.

w.c: 4.8k

warnings: everyone’s an asshole here lol, use of drugs/alcohol, dom! seonghwa, bratty sub! reader, dom-ish poly! woosan, usage of the word ‘mommy’, mutual masturbation in the back of a limo, handjobs, tension, name calling/pet names, degradation/praise, brat taming, manhandling, choking, thigh grinding, kissing, brief spit play, hair pulling, marking, nasty hate sex in a club bathroom, creampie, brief breeding/bulge kink

a/n: i wanted to write like 10k words for this fic bc modeling aus just make me lose it fsr esp when ateez is involved 🧎🏻‍♀️maybe i will one day <3 i had sm fun with this one arrghhh!! alsoooo i can’t believe there’s only one more story left to share with you all like huhh ??? 😺time flies man ;~; anyways please enjoy xx

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Modeling, for some, was about being a part of something bigger than them — the head-turning brands, the constant development of fashion and what was considered to be hot and new, the runways, the avant-garde collections, the hazy after parties that supplied them with drugs, alcohol, and sex. All the excess, the gaudiness of it all, kept your cohorts going, kept them content, kept them chained to the modeling world, all the while they scratched at their pearl-adorned necks and begged for more. 

All of that was fun, sure, but what kept you on your hands and knees, what fueled you to continue dragging yourself up through the ranks, what gave you the strength to bow down and service executive after executive, what propelled you to treat your body like the ultimate temple, was the glory. The moment you were up on that stage, basking in the blood and tear soaked limelight, cameras flashing, rendering you blind, your dear director’s arm hooked securely around your waist, your perfect face ready to be displayed on every magazine cover; that’s why you sacrificed everything. That’s why you gave all of yourself to the fashion beast — let it consume you whole, spit you out, and mold you into something they wanted. And you weren’t about to let anyone get in the way. 

On the way to your esteemed director’s latest show, you let your mind go blank in the back of the spacious limousine, resting your half-empty glass of champagne in between your legs, not paying any mind to the boisterous conversation your modeling friends were having from either side of you until one of them suddenly grabbed onto your arm and tugged on it.

“Hey, baby, you’re gonna want to hold onto your tits…” San, your best friend since your first real shoot, warned you, before popping a few pills into his mouth and downing them with some sparkling champagne. 

“Why? What’s going on?” you asked concernedly, not ready for anything bad to happen on your big night. 

“Look at this…” Wooyoung, your ride-or-die, who was a part of the package deal when you initially met San, spoke up beside you, leaning across the padded seat to show you something on his phone. 

You took a slow sip from your glass, your eyes studying the large, obnoxious headline that sat at the top of the celebrity news article, having to cover your mouth to keep yourself from spraying champagne all over.

Fashion Icon Park Seonghwa Joins Kim Hongjoong’s Spring Collection Due to Last Minute Inspiration 

You started to read more of the article but you felt sick to your stomach with the way they were giving Seonghwa that Samsung spin cycle sloppy toppy 9000 through their embellished wording. “This cannot be happening…Tell me this is a joke!” you gasped, grabbing onto Wooyoung’s silk sleeve and San’s leather-bound pants, pleading with both of them with your teary eyes. “If he’s going to be there, everything will be fucked. Completely and utterly fucked.” 

“Everything will be fine, doll.” Wooyoung pressed his plump, glossy lips to your cheek and lips, trying to calm you down, running his fingers through your hair. “Just relax for me…”

Your rigid body slowly began to relax, leaning further into the kisses he gave you, almost forgetting around your second counterpart, until he placed a gloved hand around your upper thigh and squeezed it, causing you to face him. “Sannie…” 

“I’m sure you’ll still be the center of attention, baby.” San continued to rub your thigh, his hand moving further and further up your bare leg, compelling you to look down at the logo engraved on his expensive glove until it disappeared underneath your tiny skirt. “I mean, look at you,” he continued in a low tone, giving you a perverse smile, motioning to the tight, sleek black designer dress you were wearing, one that Director Kim himself created for you, his star pupil. 

“He’s right, doll,” Wooyoung agreed, bringing his pinky up to his nose to snort something powdery, before leaning over to kiss you on the neck, his own hand making its way to your other thigh, pulling it open just as San did, their fingers slipping up and down your bare cunt from underneath your skirt. “You’ll always be everyone’s favorite…Our favorite too.” 

You basked in your modeling friends’ depraved attentiveness like you always seemed to do, all three of you just drinking in the pleasing sight of one another, your hands rubbing over their hardening cocks through their expensive clothing, eventually finding your way underneath it, much to their enjoyment. 

With one hand around each of their cocks, you jerked them off with frightening accuracy, knowing when to squeeze around their glistening cockheads and what vein to rub at with your thumbs to make them whimper and whine in your ears, using their leaking pre-cum to lube them up. “Aww, does that feel good? Are you two going to cum just for me?” 

“Yes, Mommy,” Wooyoung let slip out in a shaky breath, his wrist starting to cramp up from how hard he was finger-fucking you, leaving messy kisses across your collarbone. 

“Gonna cum for my favorite girl,” San exhaled into your pierced ear, pinching his gloved fingers tightly around your clit, watching you spasm with a smirk on his flushed face, his pretty pink lips forming an ‘o’ as soon as his cock began to throb. 

All three of you began to shudder and jolt against each other and the leather seats behind you, finishing your typical pre-modeling ritual with a much needed, drug-enhanced orgasm. 

Once San and Wooyoung began to fix their clothes and hair using their phone cameras, taking a few pictures of themselves to capture their alluring afterglows, you reached forward to knock on the partition that separated you and the driver.

The window slowly rolled down, bringing you face to face with the seasoned driver. “We’re just around the corner to the venue, Miss.” His eyes widened slightly when you held your hands up in front of him, his soft, jovial expression forming one of shock. 

“Napkins, please,” you requested softly with a cordial smile, as if you didn’t have your friends’ cum dripping along your manicured fingers down to your 24k gold bracelets. 

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“If Director Kim gives the final walk to Seonghwa, I’m going to kill him…” you hissed through gritted teeth, not able to look directly at Wooyoung or San when you spoke, instead having to look upwards so that the makeup artist could properly run their brush along your lash line. 

“Director Kim or Seonghwa?” San perused, immediately sucking in his cheeks a bit, the person in front of him brushing more contour along his already sharpened cheekbones. 

“Seonghwa…that beautiful prick…” Your eyebrows furrowed together, picturing the irritatingly gorgeous man in your mind’s eye with your eyes closed shut. “I swear to god if he takes what’s mine, I’ll…” 

“You’ll what?” you heard someone say in a silky smooth voice, one that made your heart just about burst out of your chest. “What is the pretty little new girl going to do, besides talk shit behind my back, hm?” 

You opened your eyes just in time to see Seonghwa standing behind you in the mirror with one hand on his hip and the other swishing around some bubbly alcohol inside a champagne flute, his infamously piercing gaze settled entirely on you, your jaw practically on the floor. 

“Face crack of the century…” Wooyoung whispered to San, the both of them grabbing onto each other and flipping out, waiting impatiently to witness what was about to go down between two of Director Kim’s most prized possessions. 

Seonghwa carefully ran his ringed fingers through his hair, taking a few steps closer to you, placing a hand on your shoulder, squeezing it somewhat roughly, looking down at you like you were the mouse he had just pinned underneath his claws. “Is this what they consider to be hot these days?” he grimaced, eyeing you up and down, running a finger along your jaw, knowing exactly how he’d get under your skin. “Times certainly have changed…” 

You suddenly stood up and got in Seonghwa’s face, your stilettos giving you enough leverage to almost meet your sworn enemy at eye-level, pressing a finger into his chest plate through his perfectly tailored, button-up blouse. “You may be one of the hottest people in here, but you’re old news, Seonghwa. The only reason you’re considered an icon is because of Director Kim’s influence, okay? Let’s not kid ourselves.” Noticing the way Seonghwa’s face flinched, you knew you struck a nerve. Now it was time to deliver the final blow. 

Seonghwa’s hand clenched tightly around his glass, his bottom lip trapped between his teeth. He took a step closer to you, so close now that his breath hit your chin. “You better watch your fucking mouth…” 

Your friends let out silent screams, hardly able to let the makeup artists do their jobs with the way they were shaking each other. A few other models had stopped in their places to figure out why there was suddenly so much tension in their beloved workplace, their eyes on the both of you, whispering amongst one another. 

You crossed your arms over your chest, tilting your head to the side, ready to project your own insecurities onto Seonghwa for the sake of making him look so bad, he would hopefully decide to just storm out. “Why are you so mad, Seonghwa?” You reached up to run your fingers through his silky, wavy hair, giving him a fake pout. “Is it because everyone knows that the only reason you got into this show is because you let the director fuck you like all those times before? We’ve all seen the photos, you know. They got leaked everywhere.” 

It wasn’t until Seonghwa threw a full glass of champagne on you, that everyone around you let out an even bigger gasp. Your hair was wet and sticky, your mascara began to trickle down your contorted face, and worst of all, the outfit you were going to wear down the runway in a few minutes was completely ruined. Filled with a sudden sense of hatred that bordered arousal, you grabbed Seonghwa by the collar, tugging him toward you, your lips almost touching. “You…fucking…cu–” 

“Oh, sweetie…” Seonghwa reached his hand up to caress your cheek with an odd gentleness, smearing his thumb down your cheek just to ruin you a little more. “There’s no need to be jealous of me. It’s okay that you’ll never be Hongjoong’s favorite.” He gave you a sweet smile, one that was so angelic, you almost missed the devilish look in his eyes, his thumb now pressing into your bottom lip. “No matter what you do, no matter how much executive cock you suck, you’ll never be me. Accept it and you’ll be less angry…You’ll have less wrinkles too.”

It was just then that the director himself came strolling up with a few members of his frantic entourage, gasping in horror at your disheveled appearance. “Y/N, jesus, what on earth have you done to yourself, darling?” Hongjoong pulled at your sleeves and parts of your garments, tsking every now and then, absolutely appalled with your appearance. “There’s no way in hell you’re walking down my runway like that.” 

“Director, please, I haven’t even gotten a chance to walk in tonight’s collection yet!” You shook your head adamantly, getting drops of water onto Hongjoong’s pristine clothes, causing him to grab your shoulders and squeeze them, giving you a look that made you shut up and accept defeat. For now. 

Hongjoong turned to Seonghwa, his grimace being replaced by a radiant smile, reaching up to twirl a lock of the model’s shiny hair in between two fingers. “I can’t have problems like these in the middle of my show…Take over Y/N’s place for me, will you, sweetheart?” 

Seonghwa gently grabbed Hongjoong’s wrist and pressed a kiss onto his knuckles, leaving a lipstick print behind. “Anything for you, darling.” 

Hongjoong blushed and walked away with Seonghwa, his entourage following close behind them, fawning over them in a way that made your blood boil. That should’ve been you, not Seonghwa, not someone who already had their chance in the limelight. 

“Y/N, are you okay after… all that?” Wooyoung asked softly, rubbing your shoulder, frowning a bit at the small nod you gave him.

“Yeah, that was brutal to watch…” San mentioned, getting smacked in the shoulder by Wooyoung, pausing to give him a look, before bringing up a cloth to dab it against your dripping face. “You’ll bounce back from this, baby, don’t worry.” 

After a few moments of silence, you suddenly pulled the both of them closer to you. “I’m going to be the final one walking down that runway, if it’s the last thing I do.” You leaned in to press a kiss onto both of their lips, looking up at them with big, teary eyes, your bottom lip jutting out.  “You’ll help me, won’t you?” 

Your friends gulped and looked at each other for the consensus, then back at you, their pretty faces full of the same mischievous tenacity you displayed. 

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Seonghwa never felt more alive than when he walked down the long, lit-up runway, sashaying his way to the end of it and doing a small elegant turn to the side, smiling ever so softly at the sounds of cheers and clapping coming from the vast crowd, their phones flashing as they eagerly captured the moment and posted it to their socials, most definitely gushing over Seonghwa’s beauty combined with his director’s creative vision, his body swathed in form-fitting, eye-catching cloth. Knowing he took that moment from the bratty newcomer and got to savor it all to himself was simply the cherry on top. 

Even when he made his way backstage and sat down to have his hair and makeup redone, the buzz didn’t seem to leave him. The attention didn’t seem to either, his eyes flitting to the side when he began to tune into Wooyoung and San’s conversation as soon as he became the topic. 

“Talk to him already,” Wooyoung encouraged, pushing on San’s broad shoulder to get him to move. “You wanna fuck him or not?” 

“I’m too shyyy,” San whined obnoxiously, giving his best friend a pout, before covering his face. 

“Oh my god, I’ll fuck him then.” Wooyoung casually moved his chair over to Seonghwa, draping one of his hands over the seasoned model’s thighs once he sat down again. “I couldn’t help but notice how incredibly hot you were when you put Y/N in her place earlier…It made me want a turn.” 

“Is that so?” Seonghwa studied Wooyoung’s enticing features, his gaze settling on the mole that graced his glossy lips. “What exactly got you all hot and bothered?” 

Meanwhile, San meekly sat down on the other side of Seonghwa, gently pressing one hand into the older man’s thigh like he was making biscuits. “For me, it was when you threw the champagne in her face…That got me hard…” 

Seonghwa turned to look at San, nodding at his pretty, feline-like face with approval, before his chin was grabbed by Wooyoung, his fingers pressing into his cheeks. “For me, it was when you called her out for being a whore…All I could think about was you making me your whore instead…” 

“Me first,” San whined, leaning on Seonghwa’s shoulder, trying to pull Seonghwa’s attention from Wooyoung, who gave him the evil eye. 

“You cum too fast, San. He should fuck me first,” Wooyoung countered, smiling smugly, wrapping a lock of Seonghwa’s hair around his finger. “I’m versatile, by the way. We can do whatever you want to, baby.” 

“Mm, tell me more…” Seonghwa requested, bringing his arms back and around both of their shoulders, enjoying the feeling of being fawned over by two extremely attractive models who seemed to be competing over his attention. Of course they would be. He was an icon. 

At this point, the makeup and hair stylist had wandered off to take care of the other models, not having nearly enough time to care about Seonghwa’s current quest in getting his dick wet. 

Your plan had all been riding on whether Seonghwa would be self-serving or not, and much to your relief, you spotted him whispering things into the ears of your friends from across the large room, taking the opportunity to fit yourself into the black form-fitting blazer that was matched with a simple black trouser, a few silver necklaces hanging from your exposed collarbone. As it was made for Seonghwa at the last second, the blazer had nothing underneath it, leaving virtually nothing to the imagination. It was explicit, to say the least. You already knew in your heart that your director would love it. 

And, just like that, Hongjoong came back around the corner with a coffee cup in hand. Upon seeing you, he gasped loudly, stopping dramatically in his tracks, taking a long swig from his cup and handing it off to one of the nameless people next to him, causing everyone around him to look at you, including Seonghwa and your partners in crime. “Darling. Look. At. You.” 

“Do you like it, Director?” you asked softly, running one of your fingers along the perfectly stitched lining of your breast pocket. 

Hongjoong stood in front of you, placing his hands on your shoulders, letting them slowly slide down the sides of your arms, his eyes surveying your perfect form, unable to take his eyes off of your exposed chest. “This is going to turn heads…This is…going to change everything,” Hongjoong sighed out, dollar signs in his eyes and inspiration pouring out of his very soul. He suddenly turned you to face the crowd of people, clutching your shoulders, ready to shed a tear. “Do you see this, everyone? We are witnessing a new era in fashion occur in front of our very eyes. Out with the old, in with the new.” 

Your director continued on with his inspiring, soul-gripping speech, which resulted in a sea of tears and a wave of applause from your roused colleagues — yet you couldn’t hear a single thing. All you could focus on was the way Seonghwa’s dark eyes bored into you, his lips screwed into a deep grimace, his fingers gripping his chair so tightly he left indents. He was just waiting for the moment he could tear you apart. And for some odd reason, you welcomed it with open arms as you walked past him with your dear director’s arm hooked around your waist, blowing him a kiss on your way to the main stage to be on display for everyone to see the collection’s final jaw-dropping look. 

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“Y/N, baby, you’re trending!” San exclaimed loudly, having to raise his voice so you could hear him over the loud, thumping music that was blasting through the club’s speakers, repositioning himself on the large leather couch you all sat on. He kept his arm securely around Wooyoung’s waist, leaning across him to show you countless posts that showcased you strutting down the runway.

Wooyoung squeezed your shoulder, taking a drink from his glass, giggling to himself. “I think at least five million people have seen your tits already.” 

“And, here’s to five million more,” you mused, holding your own glass up to clink it against Wooyoung’s and San’s, and a couple other drunk models that sat around the VIP lounge. After you downed your drink, you got up, wobbling a bit. “I have to piss. I’ll be right back.” 

“Hurry back, okay? We have to take more celebratory shots!” San shouted at you as he watched you give him an ‘okay’ sign, before you disappeared into the large, sweaty crowd. 

Little did you know, a cat and mouse game had begun inside that overcrowded club, your trek to a bathroom that didn’t already have someone pissing or fucking inside it no longer a solo adventure. Seonghwa weaved in between patrons, following close behind you, his dark gaze alone deterring anyone from trying to stop him and get in his pants. 

It was when you found a lone, empty bathroom that he knew it was his time to strike, to teach you a much needed lesson, to show you who was really on top. 

You barely had a chance to check the current state of your makeup when Seonghwa came barging in, pinning you to one of the sinks before you could catch your breath. “S-Seonghwa? What are you doing here?” 

“Don’t act surprised now, you slut,” Seonghwa spat, shoving one of his thighs in between yours, his high heel clicking lightly against the tile floor below. He leaned in so close you could smell the alcohol on his breath. “You thought you could beat me, yeah? Thought you could parade around like a whore and take my place? Take what’s rightfully mine?” 

The more you tried to resist him, the more he shoved his thigh into your barely clothed core, the friction causing a small gasp to leave your lips. Not wanting to give in, you reached up to caress the huffing man’s cheek, smiling sweetly up at him. “Oh, sweetie, is this about Hongjoong? Are you upset that you can taste my wet cunt on his cock when you suck him off?” 

Seonghwa suddenly grabbed you by the throat, his grip just tight enough to make your head go fuzzy, leaning in just close enough that his lips ghosted over yours, chuckling lightly at the strained moan that escaped your parted lips. “You’re such a goddamn brat…Why is that? Is it because you want me to put you in your place, Y/N?” 

At this point in time, you were so wet, you were actively leaving a wet patch on Seonghwa’s expensive suede pants, unable to keep more sounds of pleasure from bubbling out of your tight throat when Seonghwa grabbed your hip with his free hand and began to actively drag your cunt across his thigh, able to feel his straining cock pressing into your heat.

“Answer my question, whore…Or are you that empty-headed already? Got cock on the brain?” Seonghwa questioned, hooking his fingers into the hem of your pants and pulling them off of you, not surprised to see your cunt in all its glistening glory, positioning you back onto his thigh so that you could eagerly grind yourself along it.

“Please fuck me. Fuck me like you hate me, Seonghwa,” you asked in between breaths, holding desperately onto his shoulders, incidentally pulling his thin blazer from his shoulders, revealing his perfect, glowing skin underneath. 

“I do hate you. I hate your fucking guts,” Seonghwa growled, suddenly ripping your blouse completely open, grabbing and groping at your tits, squeezing your nipples roughly between his ringed fingers. 

“Then rearrange them,” you growled back, grabbing either side of his jaw, the both of you meeting in the middle, your heated kiss consisting more of teeth and tongue than anything else. 

Seonghwa lifted you up onto the sink, fumbling with his designer belt, encouraging you to reach down and help him pull it off for him, feeling his heavy cock drop into your hands. He groaned into your open mouth when you began to jerk him off, breaking the rough kiss to begin attacking your neck, making sure he left you with pretty purple bruises on your sensitive skin. 

“Fuck, Seonghwa…” you moaned, hooking your thighs around his impossibly slim waist, feeling him starting to rub the length of his cock across your aching cunt, the pronounced ridge of his cockhead repeatedly hooking onto your clit. “Do you have a condom?”  

Seonghwa shook his head, cementing one hand around your waist, guiding the head of his cock into your tight entrance, your inner walls straining to take someone of his size inside. “You’re going to take my cock like a good slut, yeah? Going to let me fuck you raw, aren’t you?” 

“Nnngh, n-no one fucks me raw, not even Hongjoong,” you whimpered pathetically, wrapping your arms around his neck, holding him impossibly close, unable to do anything but take Seonghwa’s hot, pulsing length inside you inch by inch, about to melt into a puddle by the time he was fully sheathed inside you. 

“Well, aren’t I a lucky man?” Seonghwa purred softly into your ear, just as he began bucking his hips up into you, reaching up to create a makeshift ponytail with your hair, tugging it each time he brought you down onto his cock, unable to keep himself from letting out a few breathy laughs of pure satisfaction, due to watching you completely fall apart inside his arms. “You like this, brat? No one’s fucked you on their cock like this, have they? No one’s ever treated you like the shameless cum dump you are. What a shame…” 

“S-eong-hwa…!” you gasped, unable to speak with the way your breath was getting punched out of you each time the furious model slammed himself back into you, swearing he was going to bruise your cervix with such rough treatment — and you couldn’t have been wetter. “Please…!”

“Please, what? No, you know what? I don’t even want to hear what you have to say. Now, open your fucking mouth,” Seonghwa grunted in between brutal thrusts, reaching up in between your sweaty, disheveled bodies to force your jaw open, sending a wad of spit directly down your throat, feeling your cunt clench around him when he did. “Oh, you like that? Of course you do.” 

“Aaah,” you whined, letting your tongue hang out of your mouth, feeling almost completely blissed out when Seonghwa sent another wad of saliva onto your tongue, the both of you watching it drip down, before you swallowed it. “Gonna cum…” 

“Course you are, you pathetic little cock slut…” Seonghwa reached down to rub his thumb roughly against your clit, still pounding into you with so much vigor, he had to time his breathing so that he didn’t get too lightheaded, routinely blowing wet locks of hair out of his focused eyes. “I’m going to cum too…going to fill this whore cunt with my load. Fill you up so deep, I’ll knock you up…I’ll own you…” 

It was then that you began to cry, holding onto Seonghwa so tightly your fingers cramped up, your lower half cramping up in a similar fashion, feeling your warm arousal soak the both of you, allowing Seonghwa to slip in and out of you even easier than before. “Cum…inside…make me yours, Seonghwa…” you whispered, finally submitting to the man that you had been fighting with for who knows how long, about to willingly let him pump a baby into you.

If only your friends could see you now. They’d probably livestream it and give the audience a play by play from the sidelines, those sick fucks. You loved them for it. 

“Hey, eyes on me. Don’t fade out just yet, not while your tight little slut hole is milking me dry,” Seonghwa mumbled against your lips, nipping at your bottom lip to catch your attention. He slid out fully and slipped back in one more time, holding you completely still, letting out groan after groan as he pumped his cum into you, not stopping until every last drop made it into your womb. He grabbed your hand and pressed it to your heaving abdomen, making you feel the pouch he created inside you, giving you butterflies from the sensation. “Feel that, Y/N? That’s the proof of my ownership. You’re no longer a mindless slut for just anyone’s cock, are you?” 

“No…” you murmured, shaking your head, so dizzy from being fucked into submission that you simply leaned forward and rested your head against his heated shoulder. “I’m yours, Seonghwa…” 

Seonghwa felt a sudden swell of pride inside his chest, his brain and body tingling with pleasure, like he was back on stage again, surrounded by a crowd of people that praised him, that so desperately wanted what he had to offer. He hugged you close, pressing his lips against your ear, his lips forming a soft smile. “Say that again.” 

You smiled into Seonghwa’s neck, almost not wanting to let go of him, an unfamiliar warmth that rudely accompanied your hatred now present within your chest. “Now, let’s not get carried away.” 

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[sweetfirebird]

ANYWAY. re: Verizon drama, if you are looking for a "new" (used) phone, do not go through Verizon. They lie and their customer service is all horrors AND their trade-in offers are nonsense. I went to the Samsung website for a used phone. It costs the same or less there, and their trade in offers (for a Samsung phone) were way, way more. And shopping took like less than ten minutes, and the ten is only because I waffle about spending money.

All corporations are evil yes yes yes but the difference in experience was MARKED.

($150-$350 dollar trade in for most older phones in good condition compared to the $0-$19 Verizon was offering.)

[bunnyb34r]

Something I'll never understand is how apple elitists will find ANY excuse to bring up how they have [apple product] and you have [not apple product]

Like that annoying new guy that was in the breakroom and would not shut up (I get you're bored but it's 7am and we don't care), had walked past me and saw how small my phone is. It's not SMALL but it's not like the length and width of my hand, iPhones are like at least 1.5 the size now.

Anyway he was like "damn what kinda phone is that??" (Meaning what iphone is that) *sees the big SAMSUNG on the top "oh you got samsung. But I bet you USED to have an iphone before right?"

Why would you assume that?? That's such a fucking weird thing to say like unprompted to someone. And I was like no??? I've always had androids?? (And LG before smartphones lol) And it's like they always assume you didn't have a choice, and only got an android bc you couldnt get an iphone. Like no I think iPhones are pieces of garbage, I hate the way the app store works, and the only apple products I've ever had were ipod touches. I like being able to choose where my apps go and can download "non-approved" apps and shit. Bitch I CHOSE this phone bc I LIKE it. I only got my other phone (which IS iphone size) bc this one no longer gets service from the network I use. I use this one for everything but calls and texts, and my actual phone-phone for calls, texts, and sometimes youtube. I paid like $100 max for each phone, I ain't paying more than $150 for a phone that's gonna be slowed down by the company I bought it from in a planned obsolescence scheme to get me to drop another $500-$1000+ in a year or two.

But yeah apple superior you're right 🙄

[wolfliving]

Meanwhile, in Brickland

Cory Doctorow:

Analog companies can raise their prices, or worsen next year's model of their products. *Digital* businesses can *travel back in time* and raise the price of something you already own, but need to pay a "subscription" fee for. They can reach back in time and remove features you've already paid for. They can even go back in time and take away things you already own. The omniflexible, omnipresent digital tether between a device and its manufacturer creates *so many* urges that they can't resist:

Are you one of 4,000,000 people who built "smart home" products from Wink into your walls, ceiling and foundation slab at any time since they started shipping in 2014? Surprise! Now you have to pay a "subscription" for all of those gadgets or they'll *brick your fucking house*:

Did you buy a "Mellow Sous Vide" gadget? Surprise, it now costs $48/year to use that gadget!

Did you buy an Exogen ultrasound device to stimulate bone growth after a fracture? Surprise, it bricks itself after you've used it 343 times! Enjoy your e-waste, Hopalong!

Did you *buy a Ferrari performance sports-car*? Surprise, it bricks itself if it detects "tampering" - and the only way to un-brick it is to connect it to the internet, so you'd better hope it doesn't brick itself deep in an underground parking garage. Oops!

Did you buy a Peloton treadmill? Surprise, your $3,000 "smart" treadmill no longer works in standalone mode - unless you pay $480/year, that treadmill is now a clothes-drying rack:

Did you buy an Epson printer? Surprise! It will brick itself after you print a certain number of pages, *for your own good*, because otherwise its ink-sponges might leak:

Did you get - no, wait for it - *did you get a neural implant?* Surprise. The company's new owners don't want to continue supporting your implant, and they won't let anyone else do so either. So now, *part of your brain* has been bricked:

This is like a lifetime money-back guarantee - *for companies*. Any company that experience's seller's remorse can cancel or alter the transaction, retroactively. It's as if Darth Vader opened an MBA program whose only lesson was *I am altering the deal. Pray I don't alter it further":

Darth Vader has the Force. Corporate enshittifiers have something even more powerful: IP law. Companies can cleverly arrange overlapping layers of IP - anticircumvention, trademark, patent, trade secrecy, terms of service, cybersecurity law, contracts - to criminalize otherwise legal activity, like reverse-engineering, jailbreaking, creating alternative clients or third-party parts:

That means that companies know that they can enshittify to their heart's content without fearing a competitor's disenshittification products. Raise the price of ink all you want, because you've figured out how to criminalize generic ink cartridges:

That's a lesson Spotify took to heart. Aaaallll the way back in 2022, Spotify started selling $90 "Car Thing" tablets - little car-vent-mounted gadgets that made it slightly easier to connect your car stereo to your Spotify account. Now that a suitable interval has gone by, Spotify has decided to remotely brick every one of these solid-state devices, no later than December of 2024:

Now, this may seem like a loss to all those Car Thing owners, who are out $90. But consider this: our descendants are *gaining* thousands of pieces of immortal, infinitely toxic e-waste.

So there's that.

Then there's this: Jason Koebler just published a breakdown of a leaked sSamsung repair contract on 404 Media, revealing how Samsung requires its "independent" repair partners to trick you, abuse you, spy on you, and literally destroy your phone:

First: every time you bring a phone to an independent Samsung repair shop, the company has 24 hours to notify Samsung, providing your name, email, phone number, address, the IMEI of your phone, your warranty status and complaint.

Then, the technician is required to inspect your device for any evidence that you have had it serviced by unauthorized technicians or fixed with third-party replacement parts. If they believe you have failed to act in accord with Samsung's shareholders' interests, the technician is required to *immediately destroy your phone* and notify Samsung.

(This is radioactively illegal, and has been since 1975, when Congress passed the Magnuson-Moss Warranty Act, which protects your right to use third-party parts:)

Why does Samsung do this? They can't help themselves. It's in their nature.

[kakashisthickthighs]

i am thinking about if getou and gojo really did continue talking afterwards and like the tiny intricate details and logistics of their lives.

they part in 2007. they had flip phones.

getou dies in 2016. they had iphones, instagram, snapchat, and dog filters.

when getou first goes rogue, shoko and gojo probably still have his number and are blowing his shit up. he probably has his phone off for the first days of it and turns it back on after. there’s no need to trash it out of a want to stay hidden—he won’t die unless they send an army or gojo himself.

when he turns his cell back on, he’s half-tempted to delete all his photos of jujutsu tech, with shoko, with gojo, and he gets as far as deleting maybe 15 of them in a heavy-breathed rage before convincing himself that maybe he doesn’t need to delete these. these are mementos of the said pinnacle of jujutsu, and they’ll come in handy when there are no non-sorcerers left.

he’s about to put the cellphone away before it rings. it’s satoru. he sighs. he calls once every day. it’s relentless, six or seven calls at minute intervals. getou almost laughs at it—the world’s strongest, desperate.

a month after his disappearance, he calls every night at ten. sometimes the pixels on his cell read 10:04, 10:21, the latest was 10:42. it becomes a ritual, agonizing every night wanting to finally beat gojo at something, to make him lose. but suguru finds himself holding his breath as 10pm wanders by every day, breathing easy only when his phone stops buzzing.

maybe one night he’s yet again alone in his shoebox apartment, assorted belongings littered about, convincing himself this was the best path for him. not jujutsu tech, the horrible missions, the loneliness, the taste. it feels better here, where no one else is happy.

he’s lost in a daze when his phone rings. it’s been three months and satoru won’t let up. every night. he scoffs and flips his cell open just to sneer and make a point, to feel powerful in his own mind, but once the line connects, he’s silent, mouth agape and eyes wide that he actually picked up.

he hears static from the other side, a shift of fabric, a shaky inhale. “suguru, you fucking idiot,” gojo sneers, loud on the other end, “what’d ya pick up by accident?”

getou can’t help but laugh from the bottom of his heart. his abs are burning and tears are falling by the time he contains himself, and memories flood back. selfies, dumb finds, food pics, phone bills crazy all from hours on the phone together. there’s satoru’s voice, and then there’s lofi samsung static-lined satoru’s voice. both sound like home.

“suguru—“

“satoru,” he breathes, and this is what it feels like to talk again. he’s lived in this apartment in silence for the past three months, voices only coming from his saved videos.

“come home, suguru.” they both know it’s impossible.

getou chuckles again into the speaker. he can almost see it, satoru’s spindly form, one leg propped up on a chair, elbow resting on it as he holds the phone in distaste. or maybe he’s completely prone, jolted awake by a voice he hadn’t expected to hear.

“satoru, you’ll be fine,” he chimes, hanging up. he squeezes his eyes shut and swallows a sigh, and just like that, he’s left home again.

three years later the calls have stopped. the iphone 4 comes out, and the world is awash in touch screens, app stores, and missing charging cables. it’s time for an upgrade, and getou powers off his flip phone—his youth—one last time and tucks it gingerly into a shoebox. he starts completely anew with no data to transfer.

gojo meticulously transfers every contact and double checks only one number. it’s the first call he makes on his new phone.

the number you have dialed is not in service—

he hangs up and slows his breathing. he doesn’t delete the number. suguru, the contact reads.

you’ll be fine.

[razieltwelve]

Pour One Out For My Old Phone

After years of faithful service, I have finally retired my Samsung Galaxy S7. The old boy really gave it his all. Whether it was playing Pokemon Go, watching videos, playing music, sending emails, or surfing the web, he did everything.

Alas, recent changes in Australia's mobile networks have left him adrift, an old relic in a time of newer, shinier things. Let none say that he failed first. Nay! It was the 3G network and 4G protocols that failed him first!

Hold your head up high, my friend. Stand proud. Unbroken and unbowed, loyal to the last, a phone like no other. People will ask if you were a good phone, and I will tell them no. You were the best.

May my new Samsung A35 serve as faithfully as you.

Death before dishonour.

Loyalty without end.

A phone without compare.

May fair winds and following seas be ever at your side, old friend, a legend from your first day until your last.

P. S. I'm not trading in my old S7 or anything. He's earned a spot on the shelf.

[tecdisha]

Is Apple Quietly Looking to Acquire OpenAI?

In an exciting move, OpenAI and Apple have announced a partnership that will see ChatGPT, OpenAI’s highly advanced AI, integrated into Apple’s products and services. This collaboration has the potential to significantly transform how people interact with their Apple devices, bringing smarter, more intuitive experiences to everyday tasks.

Read more here

[inbabylontheywept]

The Defanging of FAANG

So taking this from the top.

Facebook's own prognosis is that their userbase has already peaked. Worse, their entire business model - harvesting user data in order to deliver targeted advertisements - has proven to be less effective than actual random ads. It's fucking magic beans.

Apple's problem is that their industrial base is in China. The US saw how bad Europe bled over its relationship with Russia and decided to pre-empt the problem. Bad news is that caused an inflation spike. Good news is that it did pre empt the problem. The next generation industrial country for the US is going to be Mexico, but the competition for their workers has already been won by Samsung. Apple is in for a rough twenty years.

Amazon makes most of its money from its server service, and it is looking down the barrel of an anti-trust lawsuit. It has no political allies and is very likely to lose.

Netflix is part of a supersatured hypercompetitive market over an increasingly small market share. Their entire model is not sustainable, and never has been.

Google makes their money in exactly the same way that Facebook does, and is looking at death by the same mechanism. It's a one-trillion dollar company whose main product is about to become worthless.

My suspicion is that this is why AI is getting so much money thrown at it. There are a lot of big players with shitloads of cash, but no long term future. If they were human beings, they'd take the money and bow out, but corporations don't actually care about cash - they care about living. And they only get to live as long as they can grow.