#shadaan

[chirecinternationalschool]

Shadaan Ali Kahan from Grade 3 recently represented CHIREC in the Final Round of the International Math Olympiad Exam held in Singapore and displayed exemplary skills, earning a silver medal in the 'Math Olympiad.' Furthermore, he secured a gold medal for his exceptional contributions during the team event 'Math Warrior' at the same competition.

He continued his winning streak by participating in the International Maths Junior Olympiad Contest (IJMO) held in Bali, Indonesia. In this esteemed competition, Shadaan was awarded the Overall Runner-Up, a testament to his exceptional mathematical prowess.

[corporal-nobbs]

Shadaan is doing Inktober as well, and doing a Malazan themed pic every day.

So far Brys, Fiddler and Baudin.

Check him out and give a follow if you want.

[autumntavern]

inktober day 1: Kalam's Knives

From Shadaan's “Malaztober” List on IG!

[farmand-shadaan]

‘Dur’ Factor

Recent apparent attempt to magnify self-image and/or boosting party’s stance, a former finance minister of Pakistan was found sweating and nervously shagging during a BBC TV interview.

Ishaq Dar was the Finance Minister of Pakistan more than once during PML (N) Nawaz Sharif’s three incomplete Government tenures. His interview to BBC’s Hard Talk show backfired. The outcome is seen widely as a disaster for him and his party. Almost all politicians are big mouth but this man chose wrong medium to clarify his (and Party’s) position on corruption. It’s hard to decipher any positive conclusion from it. In fact it gave opponents, the present PTI Govt. Media utilize the backfire debris of any remaining good image of Party profoundly. PTV showed Urdu translation of this show following a hugely successful technique to influence masses — the Turkish Drama *Artughral

Such blunders on boasting personal or party image is also common in present PTI Government. Ministers and party officials were found disclosing and making claims (false or true) on social and common media and eventually it damaged their reputation and eventually the country’s goodwill

Social media is in the hands of masses. It is storming fast and hugely impactful. Its like a tiny Mike with Loud-speaking outputs reaches the world (whole world virtually). Few mouths behind the mike have full grasp of the banging sound on the receiving end

Pehlay Tolo phir Bolo — An old Urdu adage saying Think before talking

Discipline is often missing in any walk of life in Pakistan and is an oxymoron in our political party’s media handling. People now know almost all Politicians talk impromptu and use emotional strings of the thoughts instead of being rational or factual. Anyway, it was a gracious Christmas gift to PTI as a gain against a loss of reputation to the PML (N) which is already in hot waters

WRITTEN BY Farmand Shadaan

[lupine-publishers-lojms]

Lupine Publishers | Defining Satellite Robotics Surgery using IOT

Opinion

Now days Internet of Things (IoT) is making everything, remote control and remote operating possible and change imagination of objects communication into reality using Satellite based USN (Ubiquitous Sensing Network). IoT is all ultimate communication technology where not only living but also all non-living things can communicate, command, control, process using their unique RFIDs and USN. Hence it would be possible what I hypothesis “Satellite Robotic Surgery using IoT”. I have drawing one model to explain how this happen will possible in near future labeled as “Satellite Robotics Surgery Model (SRSM)”. Let me explain you how it would be engineer and functional (Figure 1).

Figure 1: Satellite Robotics Surgery Model (SRSM).

To implement Satellite based robotics surgery using IoT very first requirement is Various Medical Surgeries Subroutine/ Programs/Templates which passes through Medical Intelligence System to decide which surgery procedure requested from client hospital from which country and what surgical method is efficient from the alternatives subroutines and what are seriousness, complication and nature of surgery. After medical intelligence decision support system decision commands prepared and send to command processing unit. The function of command processing to caliber command with precise control, time management, signal conditioning and data acquisitions. At next level whole process included its RFID and streaming through transmission unit to client’s hospitals from 1, 2, 3 … Nth using USN and IoT with satellite-based communication worldwide with granting to requests of number of client’s hospital who requested for satellite based robotic surgery using IoT.

Conclusion

I have discussed how Satellite Robotic Surgery possible using IoT and USN with the help of Satellite Robotics Surgery Model (SRSM)”. The big advantage of this technology surgical operation possible from expert programs with absence of doctors but one big disadvantage would be if data streaming command communication failure or break at any point become cause of stop remote surgery or obstacle because of distortion in signal reception at client’s hospitals.

Acknowledgment

I really thankful to my wife Safeena Shaikh for her moral support my sons Md. Nameer Shaikh & Md. Shadaan Shaikh for their love which keeps me fresh with new ideas and my close friend Tanvir Sayyed for her positive support with me. I acknowledge this work to my friends Jyoti Firke and Ritashri Cahudhari for encouragement and equally to Dr. BN Gupta who inspired me.

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[giridharihomesblog]

Proximity & Vicinity | Giridhari homes

Proximity and Vicinity are the two words that are mostly heard when we talk about purchasing a property. How true it is !! Both are interconnected and introduce the word ‘location’ to us. Location of a property should be a prominent criteria in the selection of a real estate asset. A good location pockets both proximity to amenities, facilities and various places and the vicinity of social infrastructure and other important locations.

1. Location is Important

Location as we all know plays a major role in selecting a property, be it an apartment, a villa or a plot. One should be able to read between the lines and understand the information in depth. Many a times a buyer just gets contented with the make and design of the house without giving much importance to location. Later after the purchase when he faces difficulties, he will regret and realize his mistake. He comes to know that not much is there for him in the proximity and vicinity. It gets too late then and nothing could be done about the location.

Giridhari Homes, one of the top leading real estate developers in Hyderabad takes a lot of precautions in selecting a location for their ventures. One of their ventures, the best in town is ‘The ART’ which is said to be the fourth generation homes. ‘The ART’ meets your vision of unhindered luxury. With 270 luxurious apartments and ample amenities, ‘The ART’ is located at Kismatpur in Hyderabad. Let’s highlight on the proximities and vicinities of this project. We will also see the other factors that make a perfect location for ‘The ART’.

1.1. Proximity

Giridhari Homes have been very particular about the proximity of ‘The ART’. It is just 10 min. from Financial District and 15 min from Rajiv Gandhi International Airport.  One hardly needs 20 min to reach the top localities in the core of the city.

‘The ART’ has a number of renowned schools and colleges in its proximity. T.I.M.E lies just adjacent to this luxurious venture. Shadaan Medical College and Shadan College of Engineering & Technology is just 4 min away. One needs only 10-15 min to reach the following educational institutions: Glendale Academy, Sreenidhi International School, Vasavi College of Engineering and J B Institute of Engineering & Technology. Major hospitals are also in the proximity of this project. So there is no dearth of educational institutions if you live in ‘The ART’.

1.2. In the Lap Of Mother Nature

Life in ‘The ART’ is like living in the lap of Mother Nature.  Giridhari Homes believe that a house should be an amalgamation of nature, environment and luxury. Built on this concept, ‘The ART’, is a home, deep within the arms of nature. Set in a picturesque beauty, ‘The ART’ exhibits art of architecture in every nook of ‘THE ART’. Sprawling landscaped gardens will ensure the unity with nature that one always craves for. This is a luxurious and elite project constructed in the lap of Mother Nature. You can relish your eyes with vertical plants, greenery and flowers that are present all over the place.

1.3. Vicinity

This factor speaks about the neighbourhood of ‘The ART’. First priority is given to safety and security. This area is considered to be safe as it lies in the vicinity of AP Police Academy. Most of the other ventures of Giridhari Homes, like Isola, Avighna, Ishta, Rajakshetra, Villa Onyx and Murari lie in the vicinity of ‘The ART’. Key Destinations, leisure and entertainment spots that lie in the vicinity are Himayat Sagar Lake, Osman Sagar Lake, Mrugavani National Deer Park and Taramati Baradari. One can have cool evenings with his family at M Cube Mall which is just a 15 min drive form ‘The ART’. Places of worship like Chilur Balaji Temple and Kali Temple lie in close vicinity. Peace, Truth and Ahimsa Museum @ Bapu Ghat is also at a distance of 10 min drive. Gachi Bowli via ORR lies in close vicinity.

‘The ART’ is a perfect destination and a fountain of cheerfulness that forces everything in its vicinity to refresh and smile. Life blooms at ‘The ART’.

[lupine-publishers-arme]

Lupine Publishers |  Pivotal of Artificial Intelligence for Next Level Medical Practices

Lupine Publishers | Advances In Robotics & Mechanical Engineering

Abstract

Now a Days Artificial Intelligence (A.I) Science, technology and Engineering near to peak point with spreading lot of new opportunities, facilities, and possibilities to make human life more to most comfortable and easy. Hence same also applicable in medical researches and practices zone. Below I have showcased one informative model to discuss what are the possibilities, Opportunities and openings of A.I in the medical fields.

Keywords: Deep Mind, AI, USN, SAI, UAI, loT, RFID

Abbreviations: AI: Artificial Intelligence; USN: Ubiquitous Serving Networks; IoT: Internet of Things; RFID: Radio Frequency Identifications; NLP: Natural Languages Processing; DSS: Decision Support System

Short Communication

It is really correct to say manmade AI become more advanced from God made Natural Intelligence (NI) because of high degree of sensation, accuracy and task with high speed, calibration and precise control with time management, therefore not now, but from very beginning stage A.I widely used and implemented in medical practices and healthcare related diagnosis and treatment but scope was limited [1-3]. Hence now a days due to next level advancement in A.I with high speed processors, U.A.I, S.A.I, Bionic processors, Deep Mind learning, machine learning advanced natural languages processing (NLP), Image processing, speech / smell scanning and recognition it’s became most useful in medical practices and researches and acting as backbone of it as display in model like A.I based body organs implant like Artificial heart, lungs, kidney, eyes, etc. Another Useful domain is cyborgs/ cybernetics or simply “cybermatics organs” where disabled human body parts replaced with A.I based parts or sometime replacement for the reason to boost power like cyborg hand, legs etc. next one domain to focus robotics surgery and external body operation of patients with precise control and accuracy in less time [4].

Now days instead of manual or semi-automatic control fully A.I control life support system engineered for precise monitoring and save lives. Not only A.I based hardware’s, but also A.I based medical software are engineered like medical diagnosis support system to examine various parameters and symptoms of patients like viral infection, root causes of diseases, blood pressure , heart beats monitoring as well as same system has inbuilt decision support system(DSS) to provide alternative treatment decisions to doctors after examine /checkups [5-7]. At several places where lack of physical doctors availability A.I based artificial doctors possible to engineer with various specialist like, nephrologist, gynecologist, cardiologist etc. which are the prototype of successful doctors with their natural intelligence (N.I) mapped and engineered with Artificial Intelligence which function exactly same like original one , hence availability of single one successful doctors skills / expertise of several places artificially . It is also possible and happened to A.I based Nano robots which insert inside the body for complicated scanning/ tracing and diagnosis where external mechanism fails to do so [8]. In last I would like to switch your attention towards the field in which you can refer my papers available online, using A.I and IoT in this concept A.I based software through IoT can perform same surgical operation around the world hospital stations with commands and controls successfully using RFIDs and USN Connected with satellite and IoT [9] (Figure 1).

Figure 1:

Acknowledgement

I would specially acknowledge this work to my Sister Azra Sadiya who helped me while I am preparing script for typing help due to my busy schedule. I would like to credit this work to my loving wife Safeena Khan, my angels Md. Nameer Shaikh, Md. Shadaan Shaikh and my loving friend Tanveer Sayyed.

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[saintheartwing]

May the Force Be With You, Pt. 4

Han and Leia were, as it turned out, currently shacked up in a hotel five blocks away from the Dyad’s headquarters. With the holographic disguises they had, it was easy for them to get a room, especially because, in general, Nar Shadaa’s businessmen didn’t ask questions of those that solicited their services. Better for everyone that way.

Now they were in the soft-painted hotel room as Han sat on a chair, looking over a datapad as Leia sat on the bed with Kendall. Both of them were sitting with legs crossed, hands resting on their knees as Leia tried to impart some basic breathing techniques and meditation on to Kendall. Besides feeling calmer though, Kendall didn’t appear to be getting anything out of it.

“Be with me...be with me...be with me…”

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

“Try...I am one with the Force, the Force is with me.” Leia offered gently.

Kendall took in another deep breath, in, then breathing out. In, and out. “I am one with the Force, the Force is with me. I am one with the Force, the Force is with me. I am one with the Force, the Force is with me…”

She waited about five minutes, Han watching on as he raised an eyebrow slowly up. Truth be told, he sympathized with the lad. He wasn’t exactly a Force sensitive type either, the twenty-something before him was obviously barely connected to the Force and struggling to grab hold of something real. Han had been a bit saddened himself to know that he couldn’t really feel the Force the way Luke or Leia did, there were times when it would have been nice, to feel what they felt…

“Ohhh. Doesn’t look like its working.” Kendall sighed. “Let’s try and focus on the Dyad. What have you found out?” He wanted to know.

“We’ve been going around to people across Nar Shadaa’s capital, but it’s difficult to get them to talk. People were loath to speak to us about the two when they were younger and more common sights on the streets of Nar Shadaa, but when they became Sith, few, if any, knew what they were doing behind the scenes. I doubt there’s anyone who knows as much about them though based on what we have learned...well, except themselves.” Leia confessed.

Han held up the datapad, tapping on it, as a holographic display popped up from it, showing off what the contents were as Kendall looked at pictures of Furiosa and Raize. “The army is almost completely their own. There’s barely any remnants from the previous one, all of those were mostly older guard who just keep their heads down and don’t ask questions. The same goes for the planet’s fleet. Frankly, if you did ask questions or objected, unpleasant things tended to happen to them. People found their homes trashed, or their loved ones threatened, and in the worst cases, their bodies would get flung out of the top of the tower and they’d have to call in a cleanup crew. Always, of course, at a...less conspicuous time.”

“The average person on Nar Shadaa barely trusts them. They were disappointed that the Republic didn’t do enough, so they put their trust in the populist promises of the Dyad, only to find that the Dyad were actively oppressive, as opposed to the indirectly oppressive and red-taped-up Republic.” Kendall grumbled. “Look, I’m glad the Republic is DOING something now, but if your government hadn’t wet the bed years back, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

“It isn’t that easy.” Leia insisted. “The Republic has to oversee and care for literally hundreds of worlds. Do you have any idea how difficult it is to manage that? It’s hard enough for one country’s senate to agree on what has to be done, imagine that...but ten times worse for a senate overseeing almost a whole galaxy.” She told Kendall. “We have to make sure we absolutely get it right or the consequences turn out catastrophic. We can’t move too quickly or it’ll be a dumb, knee-jerk reaction that will only exacerbate the problem.”

“But if you move too slow, the problem festers and then explodes.” Kendall reasoned.

“Look, the Republic should have done more, but it ain’t like this is totally their fault. The government represents you, buddy. How many Nar Shadaans actually vote?” Han asked.

Kendall blinked. “...I dunno, 40 percent? 50?” He asked.

Han smirked. “...26.”

Kendall gaped. “...NO WAY.” He murmured.

“Until the election of the Dyad and the election after that, it was 26%.” Han laughed. “We checked. It went up to around 70 percent when the Dyad announced they wanted to be the representatives of Nar Shaddaa, and only dropped about 10 percent the next election. Only one other guy ran against them. He got DESTROYED.”

“Yeah, I remember…” Kendall rubbed his chin. He remembered VERY well. Someone had swiped the letterhead of Candidate Kendee, a rather charming, though somewhat stupid, human candidate. The prankster had sent out invitations that promised “free beer, free food, girls, and a good time for all” to homeless shelters. He’d found a few sent to the very clinic he’d worked at, and these fake invitations had hurt Kendee in the polls.

Kendee had managed to bounce back though, at the debates. You could only do one on one, so first Darth Raize had tried to take him down, but Kendee had actually outsmarted her. It had been shortly after Nar Shadaa had endured an attack from Mandalorian extremists who had not gotten the memo that the war was over and they’d lost. Darth Raize and Furiosa had said it was the Republic’s fault because it hadn’t been NAR SHADAA that had been keeping the Mandalorian people down on their planet, it was the Republic, and Nar Shadaa was just an easy target because it was closer to Mandalore than Coruscant was, and less well-protected. So they’d used the attack as an excuse to further increase their military power, AND they’d spent months and months railing at how the Republic poisoned everything it touched.

And so when the debate happened, Raize put a hand over her chest, speaking solemnly and calmly. “I would never want to commit troops to military action. I never dreamed I’d be doing such a thing. But the enemy attacked us, and I have a solemn duty to protect Nar Shadaa, to do ALL I can. That’s why I’ve committed more troops to bases on Nar Shadaa’s moons to act as a bulwark.”

Kendee saw an opening.

“Mrs. Raize just said something frankly extraordinary.” He said in his response, his grey eyes looking right into her own. “And something very revealing. The enemy attacked us? The Republic didn’t attack us. Mandalorians attacked us, and even then, Mandalorian extremists, not the Mandalorian people. But I’ve read through all of your speeches in the past months since that attack happened, you mentioned the Republic and Coruscant 1214 times, you mentioned Mandalorians or Mandalore...102 times. You’ve spent more time attacking the Republic than actually attacking the people who blew up 4000 people three months ago.”

He began to dissect her arguments, methodically and quickly, cutting into her like a knife. Raize looked stunned, her mouth slightly agape. When it was finally time for her to respond, she let out an irritated, peevish “First of all, I know Mandalorian extremists attacked us. I KNOW that!”

It made her look bad. Really bad. It also didn’t help that in the next debate, Furiosa tried to connect with the audience by invoking her relationship with Raize, and how close they were. But this had been overplayed in the ads, the people of Nar Shadaa didn’t really find it adorable and cute anymore. It was just a normal relationship they’d seen again and again in the media, so what?

Perhaps they should have spent less money hyping up human interest stories about themselves, and more money devoted to basic needs like ensuring the staff who ran such stories at the media companies had their pensions. Kendee, meanwhile, touted his work as a judge. He’d served on the bench as a juvenile and family court judge, developing a strong interest in aiding abused children. He’d helped to start the “Nar Shadaa Trust Fund”, a private, nonprofit organization dedicated to providing money for kids who had nothing, along with being president of Nar Shadaa’s National Committee to Prevent Child Abuse and Neglect.

Kendall had been impressed. He’d actually thought Kendee would be able to win by trumpeting his heroic work advocating on behalf of the powerless. In fact, some of his campaign commercials showed him at his volunteer work, including one showing him shaking and holding hands with children.

That’s when the bad thought entered Kendall’s mind as he saw those images. “Wait. They WOULDN’T.”

They would. They initiated a whisper campaign that Kendee was a pedophile. They would use the local universities and colleges of Nar Shadaa to disseminate whisper campaign information. The students would go to the classes, hear the info, then return home, and word would get out. That way the lie would come across as common knowledge. It didn’t help that Kendee could barely stomach such an assault. He wasn’t the sort of person where this was water off a duck’s back, he had his own family to think of, and the somewhat small, well-groomed family man had seen his poll numbers plummeting, and ultimately decided to drop out to spare his family more shame.

So the Dyad had taken his greatest strength, touching the lives of kids, and turned it against him, saying he was touching kids.

Kendall knew about this because the clinic was a frequent stop not merely for the average worker on the street who couldn’t afford a better physician, but also for college students, and Kendall was a good listener to the patients. They’d found it surprisingly easy to get stuff off their chest, and to talk about things they’d heard whispered through the halls. Including the stuff about poor Candidate Kendee.

“What we really need to do is to encourage more people to openly revolt and rebel against the Dyad.” Han said. “AND we need eyes and ears inside their building as well. If we ever want to break in, that’s what we need above all else, and luckily, we do have someone who can help with that.”

“We’ve found several sympathetic electricians who specifically do work only for the tower. I was able to read their minds easily when Han and I were at a bar, they were practically screaming inside on how much they hated working for the two. Evidently they watched them force choke a captain of the guard for falling asleep at his post and they’d been terrified of their employers ever since.” Leia admitted.

“Well if you’re the sort of person who’ll casually kill your employees for minor offenses…” Kendall reasoned. “So they agreed to help?”

“They set up a way for us to hack into the tower’s camera system. We can’t get into the security system, that’s too well protected at the moment, but its a start. The next task would be to try and approach their boots on the ground, to see if we can gain allies there.”

Kendall cleared his throat. “Actually, I may be able to help with that.” He confessed. “Because a lot of protesters AND soldiers went to the clinic I worked at, and I know where they enjoyed going after. They’d invite me there for drinks and the like as thanks.” The Logosian told Han and Leia. “I may be able to get some of them to open up.”

“Good idea. We’re going to go out and get some dinner, we’ll bring it back here. You’d best lay low. You’re still recovering...and you can practice your mantras.” Leia suggested as Kendall smiled slightly back, though inwardly, he groaned. As Han and Leia left the room, he flopped onto the nearby couch, covering his face.

He couldn’t connect to the Force through mantas. He couldn’t just reach out through the ether and touch it. None of those methods were working. But...he had faintly felt SOMETHING before. When he’d just openly tried to speak to it out loud. He had to try and approach the Force in a different way.

So Kendall headed to the bathroom, closing the door, getting out his lightsaber as he held it up, focusing, taking in some deep breaths. “Okay. I’m listening. I know I’m not the best Force user this planet has. But I really want to try to talk to you. Tell me what I’m missing. Tell me how I can become better. I’ll try anything.”

“Do or do not. There is no try.” Kendall turned, seeing Leia standing there in the bathroom doorway, chuckling a bit as Kendall sighed, hanging his head.

“I must look stupid.”

“You don’t look stupid. You are simply not used to any of this, so you’re floundering and confused.” Leia told him. “Just think about exactly what you want, and open your mind to the possibility that it can happen.”

Kendall took in another deep breath. He tried to picture what the Force would look like if it could speak to him, but he kept seeing Leia over and over. Every time he tried to make a new face for the Force, it just became Leia. He couldn’t focus.

“Sorry, its just you over and over. I guess because you’re the Jedi here.” Kendall admitted as Leia walked back to the bed with him as he looked down at the lightsaber, turning it on as the red light hummed softly. “Sometimes though, I almost feel like the lightsaber talks to me.”

“A Jedi weapon has its own connection to the Force.” Leia said softly. “Maybe that’s how you can connect better to it. This weapon is your first, your first step towards becoming a Force user, it unlocked the potential within. It has a power all its own. But above all, you must remember a lightsaber should always be used in defense, either of yourself, or others.”

Kendall nodded. “You’re right, you’re right. But why can’t I “hear” the Force or “sense” it the way you can? The way the legends all say Jedi or Sith can? I can’t move rocks, I can’t get into people’s minds, normal Jedi and Sith can, why can’t I?”

“Everyone’s connection with the Force is different. All you need to do is find a way to make your connection work for you. But in truth, you don’t need to get into people’s minds. You have a way of getting into people’s hearts. It is your empathy and concern for others that is your greatest strength, and that, above all, is what makes a Jedi. Compassion.” Leia explained.

“That’s a nice idea.” Kendall said with a small smile growing on his face. “That actually sounds really beautiful.”

“I know you would like to speak to your Father. Maybe in time, as your connection grows, you’ll find the answers you desire.” Leia said. “But you must open the door and walk through it. Others won’t do it for you. They can only show you the right door, nothing more.”

Kendall suddenly felt something tingle his spine, and he sat up, blinking slowly before his blue, deep eyes gazed at Leia.

“I’m not speaking to Leia, am I?” He inquired.

“Leia” smiled. “No. No you are not.”

“...is this form you’re taking...so I’m more comfortable with you?”

“You’re only able to comprehend me as something you know. So...yes.” The Force told him. “Not everyone believes in me the same way. It is not such a difficult thing at all for me to take this form.”

“Are...are you actually God?”

The Force chuckled. “You don’t really think I am, and I won’t tell you I am, Kendall. But I understand why you’d ask that, I am, after all, immensely powerful, and connected to all living things. Probably as close to God as you can believe in.”

“Where did I come from? Could my Dad tell me? Was I...was I created by him? From you?”

“We can’t really answer, Kendall. It isn’t our answer to give, it is his. And you aren’t ready to speak to him.” The Force admitted. “Your mind is reaching out to me. It wants to understand. Your goal is clear. But you can’t focus on your Father without immense pain and sorrow filling you. If you tried to speak to him as you are now, you wouldn’t see your Father. You’d see not even a pale imitation, not an echo. Just a twisted shard of what he was. You don’t want that.”

For the brief flicker of a moment, he was not looking at Leia, but at something horrifying, terrible and enormous that only wore his Father’s face like a cheap dollar store mask and Kendall shuddered, shaking his head back and forth. “I get it. I get it.”

“Perhaps, soon, you will be ready. But you must be at true peace. For now...help the people of Nar Shadaa. And discover the truth of what Furiosa and Raize have done. Doing this will benefit you as well, Kendall. You will find they’ve opened a door...a door your Father also opened.”

And with that, it was gone, just as a knock came at the door. “We’re back. Hope you like noodles!” Han’s voice rang out from the other end as Kendall rose up to let them in.

“We’ve got a lot of work to do.” He told them as they all sat down to eat. “Hopefully I can reach some of the Dyad’s people. Maybe there’s others like those electricians that are scared off them too, and just looking for a chance to escape…” He mused aloud as he, Leia and Han began to heartily house down their noodles. Tomorrow would be a big day indeed...there was much to do, and so little time...

[krixwell-liveblogs]

First row: YunYunHakusho Second and third row: Ionsheep Fourth row: Shadaan Fifth row: Cosplay by @rattonic The remaining three: Unknown. If you have sources for these, let me know and I’ll edit this post.

Lots of awesome fanart submitted by thats-rough-buddy!

I really like all the styles here. The Worm fandom may not be that big, but it certainly has some very good artists in its midst. :)

[lyricsocean]

Ho Ainve Launda Phirein Mitran Khilaf Kyon Tu Bautiyan Scheme-An Vairiya,

Vair Pauna Je Jattan De Putt Naal, Tu Karake Aayin Beema Vairiya,

Vair Pauna Je Jattan De Putt Nal, Tu Karaake Aayin Beema Vairiya.

Ho Dukki Tikki Da Hisab Nai, Dagabazi Maaf Nai, Yaariyan Nibhawaan Gall Sakeyan Khilaf Nai,

Ho Dukki Tikki Da Hisab Nai, Dagabazi Maaf Nayi, Yaariyan Nibhawaan Gall Sakeyan Khilaf Nayi,

Ho Rav Hanjra De Sabraan De Kite Tu Tapaa Dayi Naa O Seema Variya.

Vair Pauna Je Jattan De Putt Naal, Tu Karake Aayin Beema Vairiya,

Vair Pauna Je Jattan De Putt Naal, Tu Karake Aayin Beema Vairiya.

Ho Maaran Jhutheyan Da Pakh Naa, Chhadaan Kade Haq Naa Tati Ae Taseer Ainve Teda-Teda Tak Naa,

Ho Maaran Jhutheyan Da Pakh Naa, Shadaan Kade Haq Naa Tati Ae Taseer Ainve Teda-Teda Tak Naa,

Ho Gippy Grewal Moore Naiyo Khad’diyan Khabbi-Khan Team-An Vairiya,

Vair Pauna Je Jattan De Putt Naal, Tu Karake Aayin Beema Vairiya,

Vair Pauna Je Jattan De Putt Nal, Tu Karaake Aayin Beema Vairiya.

The post Vair Lyrics – Gippy Grewal | Punjabi Song appeared first on Lyrics Ocean.

[corporal-nobbs]

‘Curses for everyone’

The is a collab between Shadaan and me

Amid his epic Inktober run he managed to do this sketch which I then coloured in :)

You might recognise a similar theme to one of my other Advent Calendar pics. When we started talking about doing a collab, turns out we were working on the same scene. Decided to do them both anyway.

[metalicats]

Imperial Warren Concept by Shadaan

[lupine-publishers-lojms]

Lupine Publishers | Defining Satellite Robotics Surgery using IOT

Lupine Publishers | LOJ Medical Sciences

Opinion

Now days Internet of Things (IoT) is making everything, remote control and remote operating possible and change imagination of objects communication into reality using Satellite based USN (Ubiquitous Sensing Network). IoT is all ultimate communication technology where not only living but also all non-living things can communicate, command, control, process using their unique RFIDs and USN. Hence it would be possible what I hypothesis “Satellite Robotic Surgery using IoT”. I have drawing one model to explain how this happen will possible in near future labeled as “Satellite Robotics Surgery Model (SRSM)”. Let me explain you how it would be engineer and functional (Figure 1).

To implement Satellite based robotics surgery using IoT very first requirement is Various Medical Surgeries Subroutine/ Programs/Templates which passes through Medical Intelligence System to decide which surgery procedure requested from client hospital from which country and what surgical method is efficient from the alternatives subroutines and what are seriousness, complication and nature of surgery. After medical intelligence decision support system decision commands prepared and send to command processing unit. The function of command processing to caliber command with precise control, time management, signal conditioning and data acquisitions. At next level whole process included its RFID and streaming through transmission unit to client’s hospitals from 1, 2, 3 … Nth using USN and IoT with satellite-based communication worldwide with granting to requests of number of client’s hospital who requested for satellite based robotic surgery using IoT.

Conclusion

I have discussed how Satellite Robotic Surgery possible using IoT and USN with the help of Satellite Robotics Surgery Model (SRSM)”. The big advantage of this technology surgical operation possible from expert programs with absence of doctors but one big disadvantage would be if data streaming command communication failure or break at any point become cause of stop remote surgery or obstacle because of distortion in signal reception at client’s hospitals.

Acknowledgment

I really thankful to my wife Safeena Shaikh for her moral support my sons Md. Nameer Shaikh & Md. Shadaan Shaikh for their love which keeps me fresh with new ideas and my close friend Tanvir Sayyed for her positive support with me. I acknowledge this work to my friends Jyoti Firke and Ritashri Cahudhari for encouragement and equally to Dr. BN Gupta who inspired me.

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[corporal-nobbs]

Shadaan has made a prompt list for a Malazan themed Inktober.

Draw the thing, draw a scene with the thing, draw a character using the thing... thing!

[saintheartwing]

May the Force Be With You, Pt. 3

Darth Raize had been sure of only a few things in her life when she was younger. The Force was awesome. She wanted to do what Sith and Jedi could do. And she loved her parents. A cute girl with her hair tied into an adorable bun that had lived on Tattooine, she’d yearned to do what Force users could. 

Darth Furiosa had lived a fairly normal enough life...for a child of the Sith. Her people were from a different galaxy where the Sith reigned, or at least, an offshoot of them who had developed a slightly more “liberal” view on what it meant to be a Sith. It was in essence, more about hedonism and feelings and freely enjoying oneself without tying yourself down to strict rules and moral codes. 

Everything went wrong with their parents, though. That was a shared trauma they could speak up. For Raize, she’d found her parents had taken off, because in order to pay for the home she had, they had taken on immense amounts of debt.  But now it had come time to collect, and they had to run. They left behind a datapad for Raize to find when she came back home from a day at the local community school, urging her to meet them on the outskirts of the territory, just grab what she could and run, and destroy the datapad too so nobody knew where they’d gone.

Unfortunately, that was when the debtors hired muscle had shown up. Raize had only just smashed the pad across the room and had raced for her room to grab a pack when hired goons with guns had smashed their way into her home. The good news was she’d learned that day she HAD force powers. She COULD do what they did. Truly, the force WAS awesome. 

But she never saw her parents again, and all the love she’d had for them turned into hate for not telling her about the danger they’d been in, for not WAITING for her, for just taking off and assuming that she’d find them. 

Furiosa’s mother and grandmother had taken her to the galaxy that Raize had called home, and they’d gone right to Coruscant upon hearing it was the “hub” of commerce and industry and politics, the center world of the galaxy, where the government ruled. What they hadn’t counted on was having Jedi there. 

Luke Skywalker may have been more willing to go easy on them had Furiosa’s mother not casually tried to use a powerful Jedi mind trick to force the assembled senate to leap from their balconies to their deaths when they’d refused to give her a position of power. It also hadn’t helped that Leia was there too, and though she was still learning how to be a full Jedi, she was surprisingly a good match for Furiosa. 

Furiosa couldn’t believe a newbie who’d barely swung a lightsaber was matching her skills as Luke fought off her grandmother and mother. And the more Furiosa fought, the more angrier and more furious she got, and unfortunately, she got sloppy. Leia had told her to give up, she was only making it worse, her and her family were going to prison for what they’d just tried to do. Yelling furiously at Leia to shut up, Furiosa had swung her saber, only for Leia to slash at just the right angle, breaking Furiosa’s saber apart just as Luke blew Furiosa’s mother up against a wall with a Force push, guards rushing to pin her down as he turned on Furiosa’s grandmother.

He’d ordered her to stand down. It was over. Come quietly and peacefully, and you wouldn’t be harmed any more. Leia had been grateful to see such compassion from her brother even now, after all, this was the same person who’d tried to talk down not only Jabba the Hutt, but Darth Vader himself, even the Emperor to an extent. Furiosa’s grandmother had not taken this well. She’d spat at him, and lunged at him, lightning crackling from her fingers.

This had not ended well, because that had been when Han had appeared, having come back from the bathroom, and his blast shot soared through the air, striking the side of the woman’s head, and she’d slumped to the floor, dead. Furiosa’s mother had screamed, sending guards flying, Leia had dived for several, using the Force to keep them from cascading down, down the large abyss below as the Coruscant senate decided they should take action too. 

Those who had weapons began firing them at Furiosa’s mother, Han joining in, Furiosa trying to keep a Force shield up, but she was being steadily knocked back, further and further towards the edge. Luke had called out for them to stop, she was about to topple over, but too late. She fell back. NOW the shooting stopped.

Luke raced forward, arm stretched out. He reached out with the Force, trying to pull Furiosa’s mother up...and she’d slashed at his hand with her saber, angrily snapping at him, and he’d lost his concentration. This time she fell...and nobody caught her as she finally hit the far-off floor below with a sickening, wet CRUNCHING noise that echoed through the air as Furiosa screamed, and barreled out of the room as fast as she could before anyone could stop her. 

She had forcibly taken over a ship in the dockyard, killing the guards who were on duty, and headed to its pre-programmed destination...Nar Shadaa. A place known for lawlessness. A place where she could build herself up.

But she wasn’t the only one going. Raize had decided to go there as well. She’d read from her parents datapad that they’d once LIVED on Nar Shadaa. They’d even left behind a little keycard to their old home but they’d moved to avoid debtors and to give birth to Raize in a slightly safer place. If anything was still there though...Raize would take it.

In a matter of months, the two would find each other. Raize had taken a new identity, she’d set up home in her parents old, tiny apartment and had met Furiosa when she’d tried to steal her credits from her pocket. She’d taken her fellow teenager home, and they’d struck up a conversation...and then she’d been staying over. 

Soon they were eating meals together, and sharing one another’s secrets, and showing off how they could use the Force, and Furiosa had taught Raize the Sith Code. 

“Peace is a lie. There is only Passion. Through Passion I gain Strength. Through Strength I gain Power. Through Power I gain Victory. Through Victory my chains are Broken. The Force shall free me.”

“I dunno...I think you’d look good in chains...and maybe a ball gag?” 

“Oh, you naughty girl!” THWUMPH. And a pillow right to the face!

Yes, it had been a pretty good life, but they’d wanted more. And that was when they found...perhaps even created...what led them doing so well. 

The apartment complex was the largest building in Nar Shadaa’s capitol, and Raize had been looking out the window, talking about how much she yearned for a more beautiful, better place for them to live. That had been when they’d both felt a strange tugging sensation, pulling them to the top of the building, to the roof. They’d gone to the top of Nar Shadaa’s tallest tower, and had reached out with the Force, and had stepped through what appeared, to them...to be a rip in the very air before them, and they’d vanished for what seemed like only a day.

When they’d returned, they’d aged a year. But they’d brought back quite a lot, backpacks filled with items from far, far away indeed. Items they intended to make use of...and to reverse engineer, and to exploit. And the best item of all…

Was a slightly dusty black binder filled with discs. Discs loaded up with music. Hundreds, if not thousands of songs and they intended to hear what was on them. It was hard to find a disc player that worked on those particularly odd, alien ones, but Raize was skilled in the tech department, she’d been tinkering for years, she had a keen mind for engineering and her efforts bore fruit as they heard the music of another world. Clearly what they had found was a rip in space. The Force had given them a way to go to another realm just by stepping through this rip, and as long as nobody else found it...they could exploit it. 

Exploit it they did. They passed the music off as their own. Nobody could call up the artists themselves and disprove that the two weren’t making their own music. They sold the songs to the masses of Nar Shadaa, then across the Outer Rim. Soon it was spreading through the galaxy, song after song stolen by Raize and Furiosa. They were quickly becoming insanely rich, and within just a month, they’d bought the entire apartment complex, forced everyone else out, and had ordered renovations to make it into what they REALLY wanted.

More and more money flowing in meant more power. They set up meetings with the Hutts, who were very, very interested in the relaxing jazzy music they’d uncovered. They liked the slow, methodical beatworks and rhythm, the deep, soulful singing. The two women spent weeks cozying up to the Hutts and learning the inner workings of Nar Shadaa, and soon, they’d gained contacts...powerful contacts. Criminal contacts. 

It was amazing, really, what money could buy. Including, perhaps, an election. The Galactic Republic still had representatives on the planet who were TECHNICALLY in charge, even though the Hutts were the ones who really ran everything. The Representatives were more figureheads, it wasn’t like the laws they tried to pass really got followed. But Raize and Furiosa had decided they wanted to kick them off the planet. They had the money to buy advertisements and support in various media stations, they could astroturf supporters for rallies, they’d even begun buying their own fleet now, a fact that people were becoming increasingly aware of because all of a sudden a LOT more ships with the “Dyad’s” logo on them were soaring around Nar Shadda’s skies.

All of it was a show of soft power. And it appeared to work. The Galactic Republic were forced to leave Nar Shadaa, exiting the race for Representatives, and the women held a triumphant press conference. 

“We are really looking forward to making sure Nar Shadaa is represented by actual Nar Shadaans.” Raize had insisted. “My own parents were from here, and they had to leave because the system just didn’t do enough to protect them. Now we ARE the system, and that changes. It ALL changes.” Reporters murmured and whispered, others shouting out questions, photos being taken of the women as holo-vid cameras recorded their every movement and word from their lips as Furiosa spoke up.

“We’re going to be improving the docking yards for ships, for one thing. And we’re going to completely get rid of the current police department and put in some more competent cops, and we’re going to do the same to the military if it won’t adhere to our stricter rules. No more slacking off. No more messing up. No more listening to rules shackled in red tape! Without the Galactic Republic holding us back, Nar Shadaa will be more bright and beautiful than ever!” Furiosa said. 

They began calling on reporters, who asked various questions, including very easy softballs, like the fact the reporters noticed a wedding ring, one of them asking “when did you get that”?. There was a lovely “Awww” moment as the couple kissed, explaining how they’d finally gotten engaged, and were going to have their wedding soon. But then another reporter spoke up, a Trandoshan in a soft white suit, wearing thick goggles and looking disturbed.

“You’ve dismantled the police department, the army, AND you’ve begun developing an increasingly large fleet. You own most of the media companies here on the planet, and you’ve kicked off the only outside influence the planet had, meaning all that’s left in terms of people in power, are you and the Hutts, who run the Underworld, and you’ve made it no secret that you’re on good terms with them. How is what you’ve done not just replaced one type of authoritarian rule with another that’s even more fascistic? What exactly is to stop you from deciding “You all don’t get to vote because you don’t vote the way we like”, or to create a standing army that’ll stomp out any opposition to you, or from passing laws that say criticizing you is punishable by death? Why should the people trust you to do the right thing when it doesn’t appear that anyone could stand up to you if you chose to cross the line?”

There was dead silence reigning. Nobody said a word. They slowly turned to look at the reporter, then at Furiosa and Raize. The two women stared back at the Trandoshan, looking faintly as though they’d been whacked in the face.  

“Look dipshit, you got a real shallow view of “the line” if you ask me, a real shallow way of thinking indeed. I don’t care about “looking like the good guy” to sheltered people. Grow up.” Raize remarked.

“You didn’t actually answer my question.” The reporter said. “What’s to stop you from doing any of the stuff I just mentioned?” “Next question? Any other questions?” Furiosa inquired, ignoring him. But none of the other reporters said anything, all of them were beginning to look uncomfortable as Furiosa gave the reporter an irritated look. “What is WITH you? You don’t care about the people of Nar Shadaa? You only care about the stupid assholes from the Galactic Republic being kicked out, is that it? The only reason they got their position is because they’re from wealthy families. Why do you only care about rich people? What about the common man that deserves to have a say in how things are run, the people who actually live here, are FROM here, having a say?” “But you weren’t even born here. You’ve said as much.” The reporter remarked, looking stunned. “And YOU’RE both rich. What are you talking about?” “That’ll be all for today. Thank you for coming.” Furiosa said as Raize gave the reporter a very dirty look, the Trandoshan blinking back at her as they walked off. 

Slowly but surely, things began to change. Very wealthy people on Nar Shadaa who hadn’t pledged loyalty to the Hutts or to the Dyad began to die. A very mysterious string of suicides. All of them conveniently leaping out the windows, them AND their families to boot. And then, there’d been the incident on Coruscant. As Nar Shadaa’s representatives to the Senate now, they’d been invited to join in on sessions there when it came to passing galactic law. At first, people found it slightly odd...they dressed rather darkly, they were clear Force users, but nobody objected openly to the two, or really cared that they were often more busy making out in their senate seats, or whispering amongst each other, or reading books rather than listening to other Congressmen and women. 

But then IT happened. Raize had been complaining about the influence of the rich on Coruscant. “It’s disgusting, really. It’s almost like they’ve bought the police and treat them as their own private security force. Look at how much money they give to the police authorities here,  it’s blatant what they’re doing, buying preferential treatment!” She’d been telling a gaggle of reporters as Furiosa nodded.

“But you have your own enormous fleet YOU bought, and your own private army and everything, isn’t that hypocr-” One of the reporters began to say as Luke Skywalker, now in his thirties, took notice of a guard who was angrily accosting a small group of twi’lek refugees who’d set up a tent.

“You can’t stay here, there’s strict regulations that say no domiciles are to be set up within one mile of the Galactic senate. Where are your papers? Show me your papers right now!” The guard demanded.

Furiosa frowned over at this. Luke was about to walk on over, he was taking a few steps towards the guard when Raize angrily grunted, and then the guard’s neck twisted, and he flopped down dead.

“Good lord!” The reporter who’d spoken up gasped as people shrieked, others staring on in horror at this cold-blooded murder.

“I’m surprised you didn’t torture him first.” Furiosa chuckled as Luke gaped in astonishment and shock and horror before he angrily turned, wheeling towards Raize.

“Raize, you shouldn’t have done that!” “What?! What was I supposed to do? Just let him harass that innocent refugee?!” Raize angrily inquired. “Maybe if your stupid planet didn’t have so lousy a system, this sort of thing wouldn’t happen!” “It’s not up to YOU to decide who lives and who dies!” Luke told her. “If you don’t like how something gets done, you change it from within. You force the system to be held to account, that’s how Democracy works.” “Your senate’s proof Democracy DOESN’T work, how well did they do in stopping Darth Vader from coming to power, or the Empire itself?” Furiosa snorted. “If you’ve got more power than the other side, that’s really all that matters. Laws mean nothing if they’re not good enough.” “You murdered that man. It doesn’t matter if you think it was justified, you murdered him, and you’re going to stand trial.” Luke told her.

“Yeah, good luck with all the paperwork arranging that. Furiosa and I are sick of this place. We’re not coming back. Bye bye.” She said with a sneer at Luke, she and Furiosa leaving the reporters behind as they shouted questions at the women’s backs, Luke shaking his head, going over to the refugees, trying to calm them down as they clung to each other in terror.

“Are you alright?” “Y-You’re not g-gonna snap our necks, are you?” The oldest of them asked.

“Why would I do…” Luke said at first. But then he trailed off, realizing why. No wonder they were so scared of Force users. People like them could do anything they felt like. It was probably terrifying to non-users to see the Force used like that, and so...casually. How many people probably walked on egghsells around Furiosa and Raize out of fear THEY’D get the same treatment? How many walked on eggshells around him out of the same type of fear?

“...why don’t I buy you all lunch?” He asked comfortingly. “And we can talk things over. And find you a better house than a tent in the street.” 

Well, with that incident, Nar Shadaa was kicked off the Senate. Raize and Furiosa were condemned by the Galactic Republic, but they couldn’t openly make a move. The Dyad’s fleet was now positively enormous, and any attempt to bring them in to face justice would mean open warfare. People whispered on the streets of Nar Shadaa about the power of the planet’s new, de-facto rulers...the Dyad…

Darth Raize and Darth Furiosa. Who could possibly stand up to them?

Well...the only one who had come closest had now been found passed out in an alley, some random schmuck with a marginal grip on the Force whom Leia was helping into her and Han’s vehicle as they headed to the room they would be staying in. Kendall awoke, yawning a bit, then gasping in surprise. He was in the backseat with Leia as she smiled at him, whilst a very clearly infuriated, bound-tightly-by-electromagnetic-ropes 8t88 the robot sat next to her. On top of that, his head was in his lap. He was still conscious, clearly, they’d removed the head but had ensured he didn’t shut off to make it clear he wasn’t going to try anything funny, but it was quite an odd sight.

“Whatever were you doing in that alleyway? You’re lucky I sensed you.” Leia told him as she looked him up and down. “Though I almost couldn’t, your grip on the Force is very…” She hesitated.

“I know, I know.” Kendall sighed as he covered his face with his hands, bending over a bit, groaning. “I’m not very good. What were you going to say? Minimal? Minor? Peripheral? Insignificant, maybe?”

“I would actually call it...sectional. Maybe...narrow.” Leia admitted. “All life has the faintest of connections to the force. Yours isn’t that faint compared to the average person in the street. It’s only a...small torch light compared to the larger flame that my own powers represent. It’d be like comparing a candle to a flashlight, then that flashlight to a flood light. It’s not bad, really, it just isn’t quite enough.” 

“I figured that out quick.” Kendall muttered. “Still, I’m very glad to meet you. I recognize your faces, you’re Leia and Han. I’ve heard so much about you.” 

“Once we get out of this car, we’ll need to change those faces.” Han held up a small pen-like thing. “This’ll cast a holographic image over us to change our looks. Nobody will know the difference.” He said with a grin. “They’re very handy. Perhaps we should make one for you.” “We actually saw your assault on the building. For a first time, and...for such a young Jedi, it wasn’t half bad.” Leia offered.

“I appreciate those kind words but…” Kendall trailed off. 

“I don’t even need the Force to read your mind, I can tell you may be at your lowest point.” Leia spoke softly. “But we’re here to try and investigate what the Dyad is doing, and you can help us. And we can help you.” Leia added. “You have real potential. I’d be happy to try and bring it out.”

Kendall glanced back at her, biting his lip before he sat up. “You know what?...okay. I’m willing to try anything.” He said with a nod. “Teach me. Teach me in the ways of the Force.” 

“The first thing you should know is the mantra.” Leia said with a smile. “There is no emotion, there is peace. There is no ignorance, there is knowledge. There is no passion, there is serenity. There is no chaos, there is harmony. There is no death, there is the Force.” 

Kendall quietly blinked, looking at Leia, then he took out his lightsaber, staring at it. Those were nice words. There was a comfort to them. But at the same time, it reminded him of the type of dogma he’d had to recite in Church. He thought of what Leia had said, and a new code came to mind, the words springing from his lips as if they’d always been buried inside him. 

“...Emotion, yet peace. Ignorance, yet knowledge. Passion, yet serenity. Chaos, yet harmony. Death, yet the Force.” 

Leia looked surprised. Her eyes went wide before she smiled softly. “Interesting. Do you come from any type of family with Force powers?” “I don’t know. But…” He trailed off. “...well, my Dad never told me who my mother was. He always said I was a gift from God. Well, I don’t believe in God, but I sure believe in the Force now. Maybe...maybe I was a gift somehow from the Force. If only I could talk to him again, make him...wait.”

His blue eyes went bulging wide. The legends about the Jedi...he’d heard whispers and possibilities. What if…?

“Is it true that the Jedi can talk to the dead?” Kendall asked, eyes wide, turning to Leia as she looked upon Kendall with clear pity in her eyes. “I heard how Jedi can...can become ghosts that linger on and talk to people, can...can they talk to the dead?” 

Leia quietly sighed. It was good he wasn’t asking if they could bring back the dead. That was often a very common request but the path down that was often one leading to the Dark Side. This was more understandable. It was natural to want to just talk to the ones you love just one more time.

“Yes...we can. Death means becoming one with the Force. Most sentients lose their ability to speak to the living, but if you master certain techniques, you can...get around this.” Leia confessed quietly. “I’m able to talk to the Force, to hear what it says. I may be able to help you learn this technique, and perhaps, if you continue down this path, you’ll be able to reach out to your Father. If he was a Force sensitive, it’ll be far easier to speak to him.”  

For the first time in a long time, real, genuine hope swelled in Kendall’s frame. A gleaming, bright smile came to his features. “...thank you.” He whispered, taking Leia’s hand, bowing his hand. “Thank you, thank you, THANK you. You’ve no idea how much it means to me.” “Believe me. I do.” She murmured quietly. “I really, really do.”

[madcat-world]

Throne of Shadow - Shadaan