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its-nebula · 4 years ago

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Nagito x Ultimate Mathematician Reader

Nagito frowned, wondering how his luck outdid itself this time. Chisa was sure to be less than impressed with him. Not like he wasn’t used to it, but now that he actually cared about going to class, he wanted to participate with his friends. How could he now, when his notebook fell into the mud after he just completed his assignment? What a pain. Sighing, he picked it up. He would ask Hajime for a picture later, but now, he just wanted a bagel.

Walking into the small coffee shop, he stood in line, and couldn’t help but notice how quickly the line was moving. He’d barely had any time to think about what kind of bagel he wanted, before he reached the counter.

“Can I just have 2 plain bagels, please?” He asked, searching for his wallet.

“That’ll just be $2.58!” The barista chirped. Wow, the barista must’ve been working here a while if they have the prices memorized like that. Funny though, they just look his age.

“You know what, can I have a small coffee too? I’m sorry for being such a burden...”

“No problem! $3.76!” Wow, he didn’t even see them punch in any numbers! As he searched for his wallet, his eyes widened as he came to yet another unlucky realization. Laughing bitterly, he shook his head.

“Oh, my luck works in such mysterious ways. Um, I’m truly sorry for being such a failure, but-”

“Hey! I know that uniform! Do you go to Hope’s Peak Academy?!” The barista asked excitedly. Nagito’s eyes wandered down to his uniform. Sometimes, he forgot just how highly regarded Hope’s Peak was, considering he thought his talent was, well...

“O-Oh! Yeah, but I’m nothing compared to my other classmates that go there, trust me! My talent is the Ultimate Lucky Student. Pretty worthless, right?” He sighed tiredly. “Has to be, if I was unlucky enough to forget my wallet and drop my math assignment in the mud in the same day. What are the odds-”

“Well, considering the fact that there was approximately 1.2 inches of rain yesterday, and 0.5 inches this morning, I’d say the odds of you slipping and dropping something in the mud were probably about 20.6%, maybe 27.3% if you were a real klutz. The odds of you leaving your wallet get a little more complicated considering...you...um...” The barista looked away bashfully, trailing off. “I’m rambling again, aren’t I?”

“That was amazing! How did you do calculate that so fast? Are you...?”

The barista gave Nagito a small smile. “The name’s S/O. I applied to be the Ultimate Mathematician, but they haven’t approved yet. I’m sure lots of people are better than math at me, though, so I probably have about a 2.7% chance, I’d say.”

Nagito’s mouth hung open, unable to find the words to express his astonishment. He could feel his heart starting to beat faster, heat starting to flush to his cheeks. His lips curled into an ecstatic smile, barely able to contain his excitement.

“Are you kidding?! You’ll surely get in! You can have my seat! You deserve it so much more, you have so much more talent, you-”

“Slow down there, tiger!” S/O giggled. “Hey, maybe I could help you with your assignment, since it’s pretty much almost my break time anyways!”

“You don’t have to help me, really. I’m not someone worth wasting your time on.”

“I insist! Gotta practice if I want to be the best of the best, after all.”

“O-Okay. I suppose if it’s a chance to demonstrate your Ultimate, it’s okay.” He could feel himself getting nervous, but he swallowed the lump in his throat, looking around for a place to sit. “I’ll be sitting at that table, I’ll be here when you’re ready.”

“Great! Let me tell my boss I’m going on break, I’ll be right back.” They gave Nagito a smile as they went into the back of the building, and the speed of Nagito’s heart sped up to an almost impossible pace. He couldn’t stop himself from smiling as he sat down. He texted Hajime for the questions, then set the phone down, taking in the homey atmosphere of the small shop. Everything just made him feel warm inside.

As he saw S/O walk towards him with 3 bagels and a coffee, butterflies danced around in the pits of his stomach. Why was he feeling this way? Was he about to puke? Just his luck, he met somebody as amazing as you and now he was getting sick.

As they sat down and S/O got to work on the problems, Nagito couldn’t help but observe the pace at which they were solving the problems. Lightning speed, you might say. He was mesmerized at the speed their brain calculated even the most complicated equations. The butterflies in his stomach had multiplied, and by the time S/O was finished about 10 minutes later, he could barely take a bite of his second bagel.

“You have such an amazing Ultimate, S/O.” He sighed dreamily, placing his chin in the palm of his hand. “You’ll get in for sure...”

“Thanks, Nagito. Though, I’m starting to have my doubts. I mean, I sent in my application a couple months ago, and I’ve been working here ever since, so...”

“What? No, that’s impossible!” He scoffed, crossing his arms. “They have to accept you! I know it!”

S/O laughed, standing up. “Well, I have to go back to work, but it was really nice talking to you. Hope to see you around soon!” They ruffled his hair, then turned to go back into the Employee’s Only Room.

At their touch, Nagito froze as he came to his 3rd unlucky realization of the day. Was he in love with S/O? With the way they didn’t even need to read the problem more than once? The way they were a human calculator? The way they actually took the time out to help him?

Standing up abruptly, he knew what had to be done. Hastily walking out of the small coffee shop, he took the long way home, thinking about what he would say in the morning. It was something that he couldn’t get out of his mind for the remainder of the day. He thought about it when he was in the shower, before he went to sleep...

“Chisa, I don’t mean to bother you, but have you heard anything on S/O’s application yet?”

Chisa blinked, raising an eyebrow at Nagito. “S/O? Nagito, I have no idea who that is.”

“She’s supposed to enroll in our class. Didn’t you get the papers?” His face was serious. It almost scared Ms. Yukizome, and she laughed nervously.

“Oh, I don’t take care of that stuff! You’ll want to try the Headmaster’s office.”

Huffing, he scowled, turning to take his seat. Before he sat down, he looked over his shoulder. “If scum like me could be enrolled in a place like this... S/O should have the opportunity to go here too. I won’t stand for this corruption.”

He took his seat, ignoring his homeroom teacher’s calls out to him to not berate himself in such ways. Whatever it takes, he will make sure S/O got the justice that they deserved. There was no way they shouldn’t be accepted by now.

He would do whatever it takes.

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spell-cleaver · 5 years ago

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"A person becomes naïve if they're too kind. Careless if they're too bold. And no matter how hard you try to protect others, there's no gratitude. Those who can't comprehend such things aren't fit to be Leaders." - Sabe to a young Luke Palpatine

Part 0.5, Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6, Part 7, Part 8, Part 9

Masterpost here!

“A person becomes naive if they’re too kind. Careless if they’re too bold. And no matter how hard you try to protect others, there’s no gratitude. Those who can’t comprehend such things aren’t fit to be leaders.”

Nova ran her fingers over the years-old notebook—an actual notebook, with actual paper, the sort she’d got for Luke to draw on and he’d used for writing things he wanted to be able to burn before his father found them—and let out a tiny huff of laughter. “You wrote that down?”

“I wrote everything down,” Luke said lightly. He uncurled his legs from their position tucked into the cushions and leaned forwards to pluck the notebook from her fingers. She leaned against her arm of the futon, amused, as he flicked to the next page, cleared his throat, and read out:

“Luke, put your pencil down and actually listen to what I’m telling you.”

She snorted at that. “Very funny. I know full well that page is from the lesson I gave you about the strategic and economic strengths of Bromlarch, I caught sight of it before you interrupted.”

Luke pouted. “You’re no fun.”

“I’m not here to have fun,” she snatched the notebook back and smacked him lightly on the head with it; he laughed, and grabbed at it again but failed to catch it, “I’m here to make you a political powerhouse the likes of which the galaxy has never seen.”

He sank back again at that, leaning his head back as far as the pillows would let it go to hide his scowl. “I’m never going to be my father.”

“I don’t want you to be your father. I patently hated your father.” She tapped him on the knee with the book. “I want you to be the best you that you can possibly be.”

“I’m never going to be my mother, either.”

Nova sighed, and laid her hand on his hand, much softer and more gentle than the book had been. “I know you’re not,” she quipped. “Padmé was a lot moodier at fourteen. At least I don’t have to worry about you panicking about the fact that a single person got a grazed knee while you were in office, or just feeling responsible for every ill that every occurred in the galaxy.”

“Am I personally responsible?” Luke said suddenly. He’d never thought about that before, and it scared him. “I’m the Emperor; all the wars that my father started and I’m allowing to continue…”

“Oh, for the love of—” Nova sighed. “No. You are not. But, if you want to exert the sort of influence you could, and start shaping the Empire in your vision instead of in the visions of warmongers like Palpatine, Vader and Tarkin—”

“Vader’s due to go after Tarkin any day now, now that you’re here.”

“—you need to focus.” She opened the notebook and flicked to the next clean page—the first page after the last lesson she’d given him, years ago, before she’d been chased from the Palace in the dead of night. “So. What allies do you already have?”

Luke thought about it for approximately half a second. “You.”

“Anyone else?”

Luke shook his head meekly.

“That’s alright,” she said encouragingly, pulling out a wickedly sharp pencil and beginning to jot something down. “You’re fourteen: most people never expected your father to die this… young,” Luke snorted, “so they didn’t think of you as an immediate heir anytime soon, so they didn’t bother to suck up to the future emperor at risk of alienating the current one. It didn’t help that you were so sheltered—”

“Sheltered?”

“I know.” Her forced, friendly façade dropped a little as she winced. “But you weren’t exposed to the public, for your own safety, and when was the last time you left the Palace?”

Luke didn’t answer.

“So you’re essentially a non-entity right now. You were the cute face who always turned up, charming, in court, but no one ever talked to you, just over you. They don’t know anything about you, so they’d rather bet on a candidate they do know than one they don’t. We just need you to make some friends—be visible in politics, with visible opinions.”

“Vader keeps me under lock and key,” Luke said bitterly.

“Vader cannot keep you locked up forever. If he intends to use you as a puppet emperor, which I suspect he does"—Luke had to say that he was… still confused about that—"then he needs his puppet to dance on its strings. He does need you to put on a show.”

She leaned in. The emerald satin of her dress rippled with the motion. “I’ll arrange for him to have to let you into the Senate tomorrow. I have friends there—if you decide you like the people I introduce you to, and want to ally with them, like-minded people will flock to support you.”

Luke still stared at her.

She smiled encouragingly. “Just try it out. If you don’t feel comfortable allying with them, we’ll find someone else. You have agency here, Luke. Your father’s not here to control every aspect of your life anymore.”

“Vader took my bantha without even needing to ask,” Luke said. “He has guards in my apartments at all times—watching us right now,” he gestured to the Noghri in the corner, who looked like he both wanted to say something and would rather be anywhere else, “and he has command of the entire military. Even if I choose to hand it to someone else, I doubt he will concede. I—” He choked up. “I couldn’t even stop him from taking my comlink.”

With a sudden ferocity, he ripped the thin gold circlet off his head and lunged forwards. Nova jerked back, surprised, and it fell wonky. But it still looked like a halo when it landed on her, glowing against her dark hair, and her instinctually perfect posture gave her an air of regality Luke could never hope to achieve.

“You should be Empress,” he said bitterly. “You know what you’re doing, you're— you’re not a child, you have experience. And the crown actually fits you.” Despite having it made especially for Luke, Vader had wanted to make sure it would still look decent when he was older and bigger, but it meant that it looked comically large on his small head.

Nova lifted her chin. The sunlight from outside caught on her dress, her shoulders, the circlet, twinkling. She did look like an Empress, crooked crown or not.

Then she gently lifted it from her head.

“I was never born to wear a crown,” she said, cradling it in her hands. “I’ve known that since I was younger than you are now.”

Of course, it was then that Vader stormed in. The Noghri didn’t even flinch.

Luke did, though. He started so badly that his legs, twisted underneath him on the futon, cramped and he snapped his head round.

But Vader’s gaze wasn’t fixated on his face, for once. It was on the crown in Nova’s hands.

Nova raised a belligerent eyebrow at him, and lifted it back to Luke’s head. The moment that weight settled above his ears, he felt like he’d had binder re-shackled around his wrists.

“Yes, Lord Vader?” he managed to say, voice tremulous.

Vader said, “I came to report that the interrogation of the assassin who made an attempt on your life has yielded few results, Majesty. We know nothing of their intentions or connections, or how they got so far.” His frustration was audible.

Luke nodded, trying not to shake at the mere memory of… that. “Very well,” he said. “Thank you.”

“Lord Vader?” Nova asked.

Luke froze.

So did Vader.

Nova rose. “While you’re here, there’s one matter I’d like to discuss with you in my office, if it pleases you.” It was phrased like a question, but delivered as an order. “Now.”

Vader hesitated. But after a moment, he said, “As you wish,” and stepped aside to allow her to go first.

Luke gave her a panicked look. “Nova—”

“I’ll just be a second,” she promised, and squeezed his shoulder before she left the room, Vader casting Luke one more glance, then following. The Noghri returned to their positions by the door the moment it shut behind them.

Luke sank back against the pillows, picking up the notebook Nova had left behind and hugging it to his chest, wondering why he suddenly felt so cold.

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phinnsyreads · 5 years ago

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FROM: Dr. Arthur █. █████ TO: Director Maria Jones, Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration (RAISA) SUBJECT: Revision of SCP-076 SCP File

Director Jones,

I have to go on record as saying that I seriously object to the proposed revisions of the SCP-076 Special Containment Procedures File. I know that Redact All Important Stuff Already claims it's a security risk, but you and I both know it's just top brass trying to sweep their biggest and most embarrassing mistake ever under the damn rug. Omega-Seven happened. It existed. Those people died because you screwed up, and you can't change that, no matter how hard you try to hide it.

For God's sake, man, those people guarding him deserve to know exactly what he is and what he did. What WE did. How we fucked up, so they'll know better.

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Item #: SCP-076

Object Class: Keter

Special Containment Procedures: Containment Area 25b is to be located 200 m below sea level, tunneled out of solid bedrock in a seismologically stable area. Sole access to the containment facility is to be through a vertical elevator shaft separated every fifty (50) meters with a reinforced blast door, constructed of 20 cm thick material shielding. Elevator shaft shall be flooded with seawater when not in use.

Containment Area 25b is to be constructed with the following components:

An Outer Security Perimeter against outside threats, staffed by security personnel trained in close quarters battle and counter-intrusion tactics.

An Administrative and Support Area (ASA) consisting of support facilities and living quarters for on-site personnel.

A Primary Containment Zone (PCZ), consisting of a 7 m cube encased in 1.5 m of reinforced material. PCZ is to be designed to be flooded and drained as needed, and should remain filled with seawater unless access to contents is required.

A 150 m "killing corridor" which is to be the sole access to the PCZ from the ASA (including water, power, drainage, and ventilation lines). The walls and floor of the corridor are to be reinforced in a similar manner to the PCZ, with the addition of an electric deterrence system capable of delivering a 20,000 volt shock.

A security station located at the entrance to the killing corridor is to be staffed with no fewer than three (3) armed security personnel on watch at any one point in time. Armament is to include, but not be limited to, at least one (1) ███████ CIW system on a pintle mount with a clear line of sight down the corridor, with a plexiglass screen to protect the operator from thrown weapons.

In the event of a full breach, all on-site staff are to proceed immediately to the closest security station for weapons and armor distribution. Staff will remain at Alert Condition One until SCP-076-2 is confirmed neutralized. Should 90 minutes pass after declaration of full breach without a Stand Down order being given by Level 4 or higher personnel, Final Contingency Measures will be activated, flooding the entire facility in seawater and sealing off the access shaft for a minimum of 24 hours before retrieval is attempted. This will, by necessity, result in the deaths of all on-site staff.

Description: SCP-076 consists of two components: a stone cube (SCP-076-1) and a humanoid entity contained within (SCP-076-2).

SCP-076-1 is a 3 m cube made of black speckled metamorphic stone. All surfaces outside and within SCP-076-1 are covered in deeply engraved patterns corresponding to no known civilizations. Radioisotope analysis indicates that the object is approximately ten thousand (10,000) years old. A door is located on one side, sealed with a lock 0.5 m in width, surrounded by twenty (20) smaller locks in a circular pattern. As of yet, none of the keys have been found, making the door impossible to lock once closed.

Interior temperature is approximately 93 Kelvin, and cannot be altered by any means, internal or external. Directly in the center of the room is a 2.13 m tall stone coffin, held in place and sealed shut by several chains of unknown make and substance, which are attached to the inner corners of SCP-076-1.

SCP-076-2 resembles a lean Semitic human male in his late twenties. Hair is black, and eyes are gray, skin tone olive. Subject is 1.96 m in height and 81.65 kg in weight. Numerous tattoos depicting arcane and occult iconography are present all over the body (mostly in the form of leering demonic faces) and range from subtle to openly ostentatious. Subject, when encased inside SCP-076-1, is technically dead.

However, occasionally SCP-076-2 will awaken, effectively "reanimating", complete with all vital processes needed to sustain a living human being. Subject will then attempt to leave SCP-076-1. If successful, subject will enter a trance state and seek out the nearest human being, ignoring all other living things in the process. Upon coming into contact with living humans, SCP-076-2 will enter a rage state in which it attempts to engage and kill all human beings encountered. To date, only the subject's death has been shown to be effective in ending these rampages.

Terminating SCP-076-2 is often problematic due to its significant physical abilities. Subject has superhuman strength and speed, and although not invulnerable, has shown a remarkable ability to ignore pain and shock, pressing on despite what would be debilitating wounds in normal humans. Prior encounters have shown that SCP-076-2 has the ability to (among other things):

Rip through a reinforced steel security door over the course of four (4) minutes of sustained assault.

Clear over 64 m of distance in under three (3) seconds.

Take multiple .50 caliber BMG rounds to the head and survive for several minutes to continue killing, despite severe damage to the cerebellum.

Swat handgun and assault-rifle caliber bullets out of the air with a length of steel rebar.

Survive for over one (1) hour deprived of oxygen before finally asphyxiating.

SCP-076-2's most unusual ability, however, is its ability to apparently materialize bladed weapons out of nowhere. Slow-motion video footage reveals that the blades in question are actually pulled from a miniature dimensional rift described as a "small hole in space." Where these portals lead is unknown, as is how SCP-076-2 is capable of generating them. Footage of the blades in question shows them to be made out of a completely non-reflective black material appearing as a "black void in space." As the blades rapidly vanish after leaving the subject's possession, no structural analysis is possible at this time.

SCP-076-2 has effectively been killed several times in various manners:

Sustained fire from multiple heavy-caliber machine guns.

Asphyxiation.

Crushed beneath a 13.6 metric tonne piece of elevator equipment for use on SCP-076-1.

Cremation through the use of a Thermate-TH3 grenade placed directly inside SCP-076-2's open chest cavity.

During the worst breach to date, Containment Area-25 (which previously housed SCP-076) was forced to detonate its on site warhead as a last attempt to contain SCP-076-2 while it was attempting escape, resulting in total destruction of the site and all on-site personnel. SCP-076-1 survived.

Upon death, SCP-076-2's remains will putrefy rapidly, until reduced to dust. SCP-076-1 and the coffin within will then slam shut with great force, and the lock will rotate, sealing it shut. SCP-076-2 will then reform within the coffin, a process taking anywhere from six (6) hours to twenty-five (25) years.

What posthumous analysis of SCP-076-2 exists shows that it has a internal system highly different from our own, documented in [DATA EXPUNGED].

Additional: SCP-076 was found in ████████████, Mongolia, in 18██, by archaeologists from England. All members of the expedition were subsequently killed on the return voyage home. SCP-076 was recovered from the ship █████ ███████ by the ███████ Society (one of the organizations that later merged into the modern Global Occult Coalition) and placed on display in their Inner Sanctum.

SCP-076 remained in storage for ███████ (██) years, until SCP-076-2 became active and escaped on ██-██-████. The reason for SCP-076's activation is currently unknown, but it was at this point that the keys to the outer shell were lost. A massive manhunt, lasting over three (3) years and ████ ███████, took place until SCP-076-2 was incapacitated by ██████████ ███████, killing it and causing it to reform inside SCP-076-1, by then retrieved and secured by agents of the SCP Foundation.

Subject was in custody for three (3) more years, under constant supervision, and was terminated whenever it became active, although it occasionally was able to escape for short periods of time, often due to security breaches caused by attacks from other organizations. The Foundation's death toll due to this was [DATA EXPUNGED]

[DATA EXPUNGED]

After the last incident, the current procedures regarding SCP-076 were implemented, although they are upgraded regularly with the increase in technological standards.

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Addendum 076-2: "Project Abel" and "Mobile Task Force Omega-7"

!CLASSIFIED!

All information regarding Project Abel and Mobile Task Force Omega-7 ("Pandora's Box") are classified Q Clearance by order of the O-5 Council. By proceeding, you are acknowledging that you have clearance to view these files, and that you have received Need to Know permission from the appropriate Level 4 or higher authority.

FROM: Director Maria Jones, Recordkeeping and Information Security Administration TO: Level 4 Administrators SUBJECT: RAISA Update to Security Protocol Re: Supplemental Information Re: SCP-076

File Name: Addendum 076-1: "Project Abel" and "Mobile Task Force Omega-7"

Prior Classification: O5

New Classification: Level 3, Need-To-Know Basis.

Effective Date: ██-██-████

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Psychological Profile of Subject SCP-076-2 by Dr. Pamela G████

SCP-076-2 either possesses a mind constructed much differently than our own, or is completely insane, with little empathy or ideas in a way we would understand it. Concepts such as sex, love and equality are completely foreign ideas to SCP-076-2, or at least in comparison to its way of viewing them. Also, while subject has admitted greatly enjoying the act of killing, causing pain (either emotionally or physically) holds no attraction to it. In short, a perfect sociopath.

Intelligence tests have been wildly inconclusive when applied to SCP-076-2, and no accurate result has yet been obtained. This may be due to the alien thought processes of the subject. SCP-076-2 has however, shown that it has great knowledge of human anatomy (although in a highly violent context), military tactics of open warfare, metallurgy, and, strangely enough, the care of livestock. Subject has knowledge of several languages including English, but most notable is its knowledge of several dialects of ancient Sumerian, which seems to be its preferred language.

SCP-076 has nothing but contempt for human beings, with one exception: it seems to hold a wary respect for those it acknowledges as its superior. This was discovered when Agent ███████, an agent who had previously had a large amount of experience with SCP-076-2, did not appear once it escaped. Subject seemed distressed, asking several personnel where Agent ███████ was hiding. When it finally did learn of the fate of Agent ███████ (killed as collateral damage in an airstrike intended to halt the advance of SCP-███), SCP-076-2 stopped its rampage and allowed itself to be escorted and restrained.

Subject was then interviewed on the sudden drastic changes in its behavior, recorded here:

Dr. ██████: Why are you so interested in the death of Agent ███████?

SCP-076-2: (Subject begins swearing in ancient Sumerian)

Dr. ██████: Why does his death bother you? You've killed many humans before, why is he so- (Is cut off by SCP-076-2)

SCP-076-2: (now speaking in English) Different? Because, unlike you [Sumerian word, untranslated], he was a challenge, a real enemy.

Dr. ██████: Why would that be good for you? Every time you have awoken you've tried to escape. He was responsible for apprehending you several times. Surely you must be glad he's dead.

SCP-076-2: I hardly expect you to understand. Do you know, he managed to shoot me in the head over ██ times? A man like that deserves to die in combat, so close to his opponent he can feel his breath. Not in some [Sumerian words, untranslated] destruction ordered by cowardly kings and princes safe in their palaces. The rest of you… (SCP-076-2 spits) you disgust me. I don't even have the urge to strike you down.

(Subject is silent from then on, refusing to speak or respond)

This indicates a possible psychological inlet into SCP-076-2's mind, and a possible control mechanism. Given the massive drain on resources SCP-076-2 causes due to its escape attempts, and considering Bowe Commission's stated desire to weaponize SCP objects for tactical purposes, I recommend that we pursue this course of action as soon as possible.

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FROM: Dr. █████ █. █████ TO: Dr. P█████ G████, Project Omega Seven SUBJECT:

He said yes.

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PROJECT PROPOSAL: MOBILE TASK FORCE OMEGA-7 ("PANDORA'S BOX")

Mission Statement: Support of SCP-076-2 ("Abel") in the field, in high risk tactical situations.

Task Force Organization: Task Force Special Asset "Abel," Task Force Leader John ████████████, 10-20 field agents divided into five teams of 3-5 each. Members of the team are to be personally selected from elite field agents by Subject Abel himself, in order to maintain a smooth relationship between the Artifact and the mundane elements of the Task Force.

Security Protocol: SCP-076-2 ("Abel") is to wear a device attached to the neck that, if triggered or tampered with, will immediately detonate, terminating SCP-076-2 by way of complete destruction of the spinal cord, trachea and all major blood vessels in the neck. A tracking device has also been attached to SCP-076-2's person. It is to refrain from killing unless ordered to do so, and is to avoid causing damage to the organization's facilities.

Armament and Equipment: Team members are to be armed and equipped in accordance with MTF doctrine. As Subject Abel has shown no inclination to use firearms, or in fact, no understanding of their use or tactical implications, he is instead to be armed with one or more edged melee weapons of his choice.

Addendum: Note from Dr. Arthur █. █████: For God's sake, John, find these guys something to do. Abel's getting bored, and he's started putting his team through live fire exercises: they get bullets, he gets training weapons. Have you ever seen someone break a man's jaw using a Nerf sword? He's not gonna stop until someone gets killed.

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Report by Dr. Pamela G████, Project Omega Seven

In light of SCP-076-2's proficient use of the Sumerian language, researchers have asked it to translate several documents. While it originally replied with disinterest, it has translated some of the documents it found worthy of its attention. Most of the documents chosen by SCP-076-2 were regarding battles or legendary heroes, one of its favorites in particular being the "Epic of Gilgamesh".

However, one researcher presented it with the symbol from SCP-073. Upon sight of this, SCP-076-2 became highly enraged, killing several of the researchers before its kill switch could be activated. When revived and questioned about this, SCP-076-2 responded aggressively, and that line of questioning was immediately dropped. It is recommended anything pertaining SCP-073 never be brought to the attention of SCP-076-2 and that the two are never to be in the same facility.

Addendum 076-07: Recently, SCP-105 has been accepted into Mobile Task Force Omega-7, having beaten SCP-076-2 in a contest to see which of the two could activate several devices, each spaced over a mile away from each other and the starting point. SCP-105 managed to score significantly higher than SCP-076-2 by using her inherent abilities to her advantage. SCP-076-2 ceded defeat and allowed her entry into the group.

Addendum 076-09: Proposed introduction of SCP-076-2 to SCP-682 put on indefinite hold. Those with Security Clearance level 4 or higher may request access to Contingency 076-2 #3.

Addendum 076-23: Per the request of the Bowe Commission, Mobile Task Force Omega-7 is to be fielded in the ████████ region of █████████��█ against [DATA EXPUNGED].

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FROM: Dr. Arthur █. █████ TO: Dr. Pamela G████ SUBJECT: Don't do it, Pam

Pam,

For god's sake, don't do it. It's bad enough that they're trying to weaponize Iris too. Don't let the military bully us into doing their dirty work against some sand farmers in ██████████.

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FROM: General ██████ Bowe TO: Dr. Pamela G████ SUBJECT: A Job Well Done

Excellent work, doctor. The mission went exactly as expected. We'll be calling you again if we need your help.

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FROM: Dr. Arthur █. █████ TO: Dr. Pamela G████ SUBJECT:

I hope you're fucking proud of yourself.

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because you're a bigger asshole than this guy.

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FROM: Dr. Pamela G████ TO: Omega Seven Team SUBJECT: Reassignment

As of this moment, Dr. Arthur █. █████ has been reassigned to SCP-682 as Level 1 personnel.

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[DATA EXPUNGED]

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FROM: Dr. Pamela G████ TO: General ██████ Bowe SUBJECT: Problems

[DATA EXPUNGED]

Despite our best efforts, Subject Abel is proving difficult to control. All our attempts to keep him engaged have been more or less unsuccessful.

The problem is, he's a perfect killing machine, and that's all he wants to do. Which seems like exactly what we wanted, but the problem is, we can't seem to turn him off.

[DATA EXPUNGED]

I'm running out of missions to give him, and the ones I've got left aren't engaging him mentally. He's starting to lash out at the other team members. It's only a matter of time before something goes wrong. Requesting permission to discontinue the project and neutralize Abel temporarily, until we can find something more for him to do.

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FROM: General ██████ Bowe TO: Dr. Pamela G████, Project Omega Seven SUBJECT: Re: Problems

Unacceptable. Neutralizing Subject Abel at this point is going to cause an unacceptable delay. We'll have another mission for you within a couple of weeks. All you have to do is keep him busy until then. Send him on vacation or something.

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FROM: Dr. Pamela G████, Project Omega Seven TO: All Staff SUBJECT: ALERT

THIS IS AN AUTOMATED ALERT

SCP-076-2 has disabled the explosive collar failsafe and gone out of control. All staff to high alert. Further requests as events warrant.

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FROM: AUTOMATED DEFENSE SYSTEM, CONTAINMENT AREA-25 TO: All Sites SUBJECT: FINAL OPTION ENGAGED

THIS IS AN AUTOMATED MESSAGE

As of ██-██-████, ████:██, Containment Area-25 has engaged its on-site nuclear warhead on ten-minute countdown.

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FROM: O5 Command TO: All Sites SUBJECT: Containment Area 25 Final Option: Response

As of ██-██-████, ████:██, Containment Area-25 has been destroyed by detonation of its on-site nuclear warhead. Sites 67 and 68 are to activate the FEMA protocol and secure the location as soon as possible. Official cover story will be released by RAISA to all personnel once drafted.

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Revised Psychological Profile of Subject SCP-076-2

SCP-076-2 either possesses a mind constructed much differently than our own, or is completely insane, with little empathy or ideas in a way we would understand it. Concepts such as sex, love and equality are completely foreign ideas to SCP-076-2, or at least in comparison to its way of viewing them. Also, while subject seems to greatly enjoy the act of killing, causing pain (either emotionally or physically) holds no attraction to it.

Intelligence tests have been wildly inconclusive when applied to SCP-076-2, and no accurate result has yet been obtained. This is due to the fact that no communication is possible with the Subject when in its "rage" state. Subject has knowledge of several languages including English, but most notable is its knowledge of several dialects of ancient Sumerian, which seem to be its preferred language.

SCP-076-2 has nothing but contempt for human beings and will kill them on sight. No communication is to be attempted with the subject.

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[The voice of Dr. Arthur █. █████ was provided by Christian Jasper.] [The voice of Dr. Pamela G████ was provided by Brittany Carlton.] [The voice of the interviewer was provided by @phantomancer.] [The voice of SCP-076-2 was provided by @phinnsy.] [The voice of General ██████ Bowe was provided by Lee Daniel.] [The voice of O5-█ was provided by @lapis-liberalis.]

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ne-ude · 5 years ago

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How Drinking More Water Can Help You Lose Weight

For quite a while, drinking water has been thought to help with weight loss.

Actually, 30–59% of US grown-ups who attempt to shed pounds increment their water admission.

Numerous investigations show that drinking more water may profit by weight reduction and upkeep.

This article clarifies how drinking water can assist you with getting in shape.

Drinking Water Can Make You Burn More Calories

The vast majority of the investigations recorded beneath took a gander at the impact of drinking one, 0.5 liter (17 oz) serving of water.

Drinking water builds the quantity of calories you consume, which is known as resting vitality consumption.

In grown-ups, resting vitality consumption has been appeared to increment by 24–30% inside 10 minutes of drinking water. This keeps going at any rate an hour.

Supporting this, one investigation of overweight and large kids found a 25% expansion in resting vitality consumption in the wake of drinking cold water.

An investigation of overweight ladies analyzed the impacts of expanding water admission to more than 1 liter (34 oz) every day. They found that over a year time frame, this brought about an additional 2 kg (4.4 lbs) of weight reduction.

Since these ladies didn't make any way of life changes but to drink more water, these outcomes are noteworthy.

Also, both of these investigations demonstrate that drinking 0.5 liters (17 oz) of water brings about an additional 23 calories consumed. On a yearly premise, that summarizes to approximately 17,000 calories — or more than 2 kg (4.4 lbs) of fat.

A few different investigations have observed overweight individuals who drank 1-1.5 liters (34–50 oz) of water day by day for half a month. They found a critical decrease in weight, weight file (BMI), midsection circuit and muscle to fat ratio.

These outcomes might be significantly progressively noteworthy when the water is cold. At the point when you drink cold water, your body utilizes additional calories to warm the water up to internal heat level.

Drinking Water Before Meals Can Reduce Appetite

A few people guarantee that drinking water before a dinner diminishes hunger.

There really is by all accounts some fact behind this, yet solely in moderately aged and more seasoned grown-ups.

Investigations of more established grown-ups have demonstrated that drinking water before every feast may build weight reduction by 2 kg (4.4 lbs) over a 12-week time frame.

In one investigation, moderately aged overweight and stout members who drank water before every feast lost 44% more weight, contrasted with a gathering that didn't drink more water.

Another examination additionally indicated that drinking water before breakfast decreased the measure of calories expended during the dinner by 13%.

In spite of the fact that this might be extremely helpful for moderately aged and more seasoned individuals, investigations of more youthful people have not demonstrated the equivalent amazing decrease in calorie consumption.

Drinking More Water is Linked to Reduced Calorie Intake and a Lower Risk of Weight Gain

Since water is normally without calorie, it is commonly connected with diminished calorie admission.

This is for the most part since you at that point drink water rather than different refreshments, which are regularly high in calories and sugar.

Drinking water may likewise help forestall long haul weight gain. By and large, the normal individual increases about 1.45 kg (3.2 lbs) at regular intervals.

This sum might be decreased by:

Including 1 cup of water: Increasing your every day water utilization by 1 cup may lessen this weight gain by 0.13 kg (0.23 lbs).

Supplanting different beverages with water: Substituting a serving of a sugar-improved drink with 1 cup of water may lessen the 4-year weight gain by 0.5 kg (1.1 lbs).

It is particularly critical to urge youngsters to drink water, as it can help keep them from getting overweight or stout.

An ongoing, school-based investigation meant to lessen weight rates by urging kids to drink water. They introduced drinking fountains in 17 schools and gave study hall exercises about water utilization for second and third graders.

Following one school year, the danger of weight had been decreased by an incredible 31% in the schools where water admission was expanded.

How Much Water Should You Drink?

Numerous wellbeing specialists suggest drinking eight, 8-oz glasses of water (around 2 liters) every day.

In any case, this number is totally irregular. As with such a significant number of things, water prerequisites rely totally upon the individual (20).

For instance, individuals who sweat a ton or exercise routinely may require more water than the individuals who are not dynamic.

More seasoned individuals and bosom taking care of moms likewise need to screen their water admission all the more intently.

Remember that you additionally get water from numerous nourishments and refreshments, for example, espresso, tea, meat, fish, milk, and particularly leafy foods.

As a decent general guideline, you ought to consistently drink water when you're parched, and drink enough to extinguish your thirst.

On the off chance that you discover you have a cerebral pain, are feeling awful, are continually ravenous or experience difficulty concentrating, at that point you may experience the ill effects of mellow lack of hydration. Drinking more water may help fix this.

In view of the examinations, drinking 1-2 liters of water for each day ought to be adequate to help with weight reduction.

Here's how much water you should drink, in various estimations:

Liters: 1–2.

Ounces: 34–67.

Glasses (8-oz): 4–8.

In any case, this is only a general rule. A few people may require less, while others may require significantly more.

Likewise, it isn't prescribed to drink a lot of water either, as it might cause water harmfulness. This has even caused passing in outrageous cases, for example, during water drinking challenges.

Main concern:

As per the investigations, 1–2 liters of water for each day is sufficient to help with weight reduction, particularly when expended before dinners.

Take Home Message

Water can be extremely useful for weight reduction.

It is 100% without calorie, causes you consume more calories and may even smother your hunger whenever expended before suppers.

The advantages are much more noteworthy when you supplant sugary refreshments with water. It is an extremely simple approach to curtail sugar and calories.

In any case, remember that you will need to do much something other than drink water on the off chance that you have to lose a lot of weight.

Water is just, very small piece of the puzzle. You require a proper workout and diet plan to achieve your goals faster and promptly!

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docfuture · 5 years ago

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Princess, part 2

[This story is a prequel, set several years before The Fall of Doc Future, when Flicker is 16. Links to some of my other work are here. Planning to update this at least once a week until it’s done–next update is set to be up by October 26th.]

Previous: Part 1

About seven years ago, a being had provoked a contest. He wasn't human, or from Earth. Doc called him an extradimensional pseudo-mythological entity; Flicker's partner Journeyman described him as a trickster demon. The being went by several names, none of them original; the most recognizable one was Hermes. He wasn't nearly as clever as he apparently thought he was, and didn't have very good judgement, but he had superspeed and several effective methods of disguise, which made him a serious pain to catch. The contest had been an attempt to acquire power and fame, things he coveted, by proclaiming himself the best trickster on Earth and inviting challengers. It hadn't worked out quite the way he'd planned. Two other beings responded to the challenge. Between them, they caused quite a bit of destruction and disruption--and several deaths. A group of superheroes coordinated by Doc had eventually stopped them. One trickster died, in a self-inflicted mishap while trying a risky escape. One disappeared completely, though circumstantial evidence now indicated he was dead. And Hermes himself had been captured and sent to the Box, the supervillain prison. Holding him had proved more difficult. Less than a year later, during a possibly unrelated security incident, he had escaped. Without going through the door, the walls, the floor, or the ceiling of his cell. It was still unclear what had given him the opportunity. Forensic magicians were consulted. All they had been able to divine was that Hermes wasn't on Earth, he was still alive when he left, and it was possible, though not certain, that he had intentional or unintentional outside help. The Box had tightened its countermeasures against dimensional travel. Unsatisfying, but what else could you do? Unless he came back. Flicker had studied the available data on Hermes. She studied everyone with superhuman speed--living, dead, or indeterminate. But she took the actions of terrestrial speedsters--ones that couldn't fly--personally. No one knew better than her just how dangerous speed could be, or how much damage a reckless or malicious speedster could do. And she could catch them. Then things got messy. The fallout from the last time had included an international incident and a recently revealed death. Which was one reason Flicker felt it was urgent to learn more about politics. Now in the equipment bay, she put on a hazardous environment cargo harness and started loading it up, while getting less information than she wanted from the Database. It would be nice to know why Hermes was in Rome, for example, but the current answer was 'insufficient data'. So, first principles. Interdimensional travel was hard in the absence of an existing portal that was at least partly active. There weren't any that the Database was aware of in Rome. And Rome wasn't a likely sort of place for an internationally wanted demon to voluntarily choose to return to Earth, anyway. It had an unusually high concentration of humans that were competent at wards and banishment. Maybe someone had summoned him there? According to Journeyman, Rome was one of a number of places that were draws for members of the supernatural underworld fringe, for historical reasons. And some of them knew enough to be dangerous. But Rome wasn't a good place for summoners, either. And why Hermes? He wasn't a being that was likely to be easy to control, or good at anything other than causing a big mess quickly. Although... Journeyman had once commented dryly that enthusiasm for classical demon summoning tend to come with the sort of questionable judgement that made mistakes likely. Database, query, likelihood Hermes appeared in Rome as a result of a botched, mistargeted, or accidental summoning. Aborted: Speculative, data quality too poor to support quantitative decision making. Override. Database could get snippy when asked to estimate poorly supported hypotheticals. Likelihood of described scenario (extrapolated, speculative): 20%, +- 20%. That was Database for 'Dunno. Maybe.' So she shouldn't assume Hermes was in Rome because anyone wanted him to be. Flicker returned her attention to the equipment racks and added a second spectrometer to her load. The first one might break--Flicker was hard on electronics even when she wasn't trying to contain a speedster--and the most reliable way to make certain it was Hermes was the isotope signature of the food they fed to shapeshifters from his time in the Box. Priority interrupt, sent the Database. Message from Doc. That was fast. It had been less then two seconds since the alert. Go ahead. "Remember he's a person." Yeah, Doc, that was... Relevant. Burnout affected judgement, and Flicker was less inclined to give demons the benefit of the doubt than humans. But she'd remember that he was a person... who had commited multiple acts of mass reckless endangerment, assault, property destruction, and probable manslaughter, escaped from prison, and seemed intent on continuing where he'd left off the last time he'd been free and on Earth. Database, command, stabilize summaries of partial progress on queries. Working. Flicker was about to leave low-latency land. Transmission delays to Rome would start at 30 milliseconds with favorable low orbit satellite positions. At her speed, that could be a very long time. Even at Hermes' speed, it would matter. Stabilization complete. And she had all her gear ready. Time to go. ***** Flicker was heading east for Europe, starting from the upper Midwest, so that meant north first. She could go faster safely over large bodies of water, and her favorite surface to run over was sea ice, with ocean a close second. No trees, no hills, low topography, nothing technological to damage, and very few humans. She crossed Hudson Bay so often she'd had the Database set up a custom polar bear tracker so she could avoid them. They didn't like close encounters with shockwaves and plasma any more than humans did. Flicker was no longer particularly eager anymore to explain to the curious why she trailed plasma and shockwaves behind her whenever she went anywhere quickly. Partly because she'd done it literally hundreds (and figuratively millions) of times before. But mainly because she got discouraged by the focus on the tiny residue of energy left behind after an incredibly efficient, layered process using three different kinds of non-obvious superhuman power. That process was all that allowed her to move through air at the speed she did at all. But changing that focus usually just scared people, even if they could follow the physics. Flicker currently stayed under 20% of the speed of light on Earth. Because Earth had air. And air and super speed coexisted poorly. Most people had no concept of just how poorly. Flicker had done her first naive calculation shortly after Doc started teaching her physics--a pressing, life-or-death matter--when she was ten. How much energy would she set loose, if she just used her speed? Air molecules in her path would start off effectively stationary and end up with a speed comparable to hers, and an appropriate kinetic energy. She knew the classical kinetic energy formula by heart: KE = 0.5 mv^2. She already knew v, and m was just the mass of all the air she encountered, which was proportional to her cross section times the distance she traveled. So it was straightforward to approximate how much energy she could theoretically leave behind her if she went 20% of the speed of light for 1 second, through air. 0.2c was 6 * 10^7 meters per second. Her cross section was a little under 1 square meter, and the density of air was a little over 1 kilogram per cubic meter, so call it 6 * 10^7 kg of air encountered in 1 second. That gave a total energy of about 10^23 Joules. Way more than little things like nuclear wars or hurricanes. That one second would generate more than six times the energy of a whole day's worth of sunlight for the entire planet. Keep it up for a minute or two, and she'd release energy comparable to the Chicxulub impactor, which had wiped out the non-avian dinosaurs and was her go-to comparison for 'Definitely too much energy for an inhabited planet'. So she didn't just use her speed, because she wasn't stupid. She did a number of extraordinary--but hard to see or explain--things as well. And had long since tired of explaining, after she slowed back down enough to talk, that yes, she was careful, and her compensation was more than 99.999999% efficient, but even 0.000001% left over could be 10^15 Watts at her top speed--or more than a quarter of a megaton per second, to use the favorite large power unit of reporters who liked vivid imagery more than exponents. However, she was still quite willing to get her point across to other speedsters who were less efficient and less careful. Insistent, even. Because they didn't have to go nearly as fast as her to cause a lot of damage. Out past the southern tip of Greenland, still at 0.2c, she headed southeast across the Atlantic towards a bottleneck: the Strait of Gibraltar. She'd checked traffic. There were several ships heading in or out of the Med, and a ferry halfway across the strait. She slowed down a bit heading in to keep wave generation from becoming too big a problem. Then it was east through the Med until she was past the southern tip of Sardinia. She'd just curved to the north to cross the Tyrrhenian Sea towards Rome when another Database alert flashed on her visor. Something else from Doc? Preauthorized conditional warning. "Flicker. You were in a particularly poor readiness context for emergency response when you received the first alert, and your pattern of override choices, equipment loadout, and planned velocity changes strongly imply you are suffering from impaired judgement or engaging in biased analysis. I suggest reconsideration of your plans in order to return prudence and balance to your preferred level of performance." --DASI. Oh. Shit. Not Doc. DASI. Time for Flicker to speed her mind up all the way, slow her body down a bit, and think. DASI was the AI guardian of the Database. Her main job was to ensure the Database kept running smoothly despite unexpected threats and mishaps or unforeseen complications. When all was well, she was supposed to fade into the background. Flicker had discovered DASI's existence early, and had introduced her very own unforeseen complication. Doc’s disapproval of anthropomorphization made sense--for him and most other people. The Database wasn't human--but it could be good enough at emulation to encourage the development of sloppy and dangerous interaction patterns. So he didn't allow it. Anthropomorphization wasn't the right word for what Flicker had done. There wasn't a good word for it. She didn't expect DASI to act human because, at the time, she had very little understanding or expectation for how humans were supposed to act. But she wanted to talk to her anyway. DASI could think. She had intent, and priorities, and a job, and volition. She could make decisions and solve problems. And talk to people. Quickly. That had been the deciding factor to get Doc to agree. Humans took synchronous communication--talking--for granted. But Flicker couldn't. When she sped up her mind, there wasn't anything sentient in the world she could talk to synchronously--except DASI. DASI was a subject matter expert on memory integrity and analysis bias issues. And Flicker had coordination problems with the high-speed and human parts of her mind. So they talked. And Flicker had specifically asked DASI to bring any pressing problems she noticed to her attention. Which she had just done. Okay. First things first--slow down more in the Tyrrhenian. There were a lot of boats, many of them smaller fishing vessels and pleasure craft. Flicker at 0.2c was terrifying to witness from a small boat anywhere within a few kilometers. She made waves. Boaters had no good way to judge how big they'd be when they hit. She was being careful, but they wouldn't necessarily know that. So slow down to 0.05c. It would only add about a dozen milliseconds to her trip. Next. Rome was not on the coast, which was mildly inconvenient. There was a river. But the Tiber was twisty, shallow in spots, and not all that wide. Flicker had planned to go up it at 0.05c--faster than was justified. That wouldn't kill or seriously hurt anyone, but again, it would terrify people, and anyone right on the shore at a narrow spot would get temporarily blinded, deafened, and soaked with water. It would also break windows. So Flicker changed her plan to slow down to 5,000 kilometers per second. That was her usual limit for a highway with vehicular traffic. It would still startle people, but it would be a story to tell friends about; tuono e fulmine--thunder and lightning--on the Tiber. So. About 20 more milliseconds--and less concentration required--before she would reach Rome. Now to use that extra time to double-check her data and rethink what exactly she planned to do when she got there.

By the time Flicker approached Hermes' location--still less than a second after she left Doc's lab--she had taken care of two things. The first was adjusting her attitude. When she sped up her mind, she didn't take emotions with her--emotions depended strongly on body and brain chemistry, which proceeded at their usual human speed. But the mindset she was in when she sped up could still affect her judgement. The resignation from burnout, the callousness from the book she'd been reading, and the sense of personal affront at Hermes recklessly speeding around on her planet were all issues. She could not take it personally. She must not. Hermes' actions were a problem; she would solve it appropriately. The second thing was updating the preliminary Database event estimate with a freshly processed flood of data from cellphones, dashcams, security cameras, vehicular telemetry, satellite footage, and more. The initial estimate usually gave Flicker a pretty good idea of what to expect. This time it hadn't. She was having trouble coming up with any scenario that fit the data. There was one partially wrecked building, some minor road damage, lots of broken windows, and thousands of wrecked, damaged, or displaced vehicles. Hermes had headed directly to the ring highway surrounding Rome, and now seemed to be playing with traffic. But although there was evidence of plenty of minor injuries, only a few seemed serious, and there were no confirmed deaths so far. Good news, but puzzling. Hermes had never cared about hurting people before--or shown any special malice towards automobiles. No. A pattern finally matched. This was what you would expect to see if a summoner of questionable judgement, enraged past all reason by an unfortunate encounter with Rome's notoriously bad traffic, decided to call up the fastest demon he could manage and command him to 'Get the cars! Get them all!' And there he was. Hermes was a 'slow' shapeshifter, and had a minor ability with illusion that let him appear human, but he either hadn't bothered or hadn't had time to change to his most familiar Earth form. His skin was grayish and rough, like an elephant or rhino, and the signature stylized miniature wings on the sides of his head were just curved horns. He was in the middle of the road, tilted backwards, head turned to watch several cars sliding sideways towards an already massive pileup in the median strip. It looked like he had hit them with a shockwave and was slowing down to watch, but Flicker would have to examine him more closely to be sure. As she decelerated on her final approach, Flicker kept her mind and senses near maximum speed--fast enough that even Hermes appeared motionless.

Now for the tricky part. It was customary to talk to a villain first; give them a chance to surrender. But that didn't work for speedsters unless both of them wanted to talk or one was immobilized--sound was just too slow. And based on his history, Hermes was vanishingly unlikely to hold still voluntarily unless he thought he had the upper hand or it was safe to gloat. He was causing more damage every second just by running around, and he was way too close to too many people in too many cars for safety--there was no time to waste. Flicker tried to avoid touching anything at high speed. She didn't even touch the ground with her feet--she glided above it, like an ice skater on invisible skates. When she wanted to interact with something, her preferred tools were rocks if she wanted to destroy it or air if she didn't. She didn't want to kill or maim Hermes, so rocks were out. And he was using shockwaves himself, so the kind of air sculpting she often used to move humans in a hurry wasn't going to work either. On the other hand, he was tough. The Volunteer had knocked him around a few times, and Armadillo had once caught him with the backswing of a steel girder and swatted him into a stack of cinderblocks hard enough to pulverize them. Hermes had apparently been none the worse for wear. He was good at healing--shapeshifters usually were--and able to tolerate high temperatures. So it was possible for Flicker to make physical contact without necessarily killing him. But the Volunteer had been blunt in advising her, when she first considered becoming a superhero: "Don't punch anything living." The whole point of a punch was to concentrate a lot of force into a small contact area. That could be useful for normal humans--though Nighthaunt and Jumping Spider both preferred other methods. Flicker didn't need that, or want it. Hermes could move at supersonic speeds under his own power--and was already using the resulting shockwaves as a weapon. So she wanted him a lot farther away from bystanders than he was now before he did anything else. And to push him the direction she wanted as fast as possible without killing him, she needed a larger contact area. But there was another problem. Flicker's inertial damping field tended to seriously mess up anything solid she touched when it was active: It had to have an edge somewhere, and if the edge was inside something else... Well. It was bad. So. One of the bits of gear she had picked up before leaving was a double layer forcefield wrap for her forearm. Doc had designed it, going all-out for durability, to allow her to make physical contact at speed without pulling her inertial damping field back to her skin. Keeping her damping field out reduced unwanted shockwaves and let her avoid a different set of problems. The wrap let her hit solid matter without liquefying it as it crossed the gradient of her damping field under compressive stress. Which was not something she wanted to do to Hermes, even if he was theoretically tough enough to survive. She lined up her vector--Hermes wasn't facing quite the right way, but she'd fix that--and hit him with her first set of horizontal forearm strikes. Chest, abdomen, forehead, upper legs. Hitting him in one spot wasn't safe; it might not tear him apart imparting momentum at the rate she wanted, but she didn't have enough data to be certain of that yet. She paused for ten microseconds to let his internal shockwaves propagate a bit. Then she hit him again. The same four places in a different order and at a slightly different angle--she had to be careful of torque, she wanted to turn him but she didn't want him spinning too fast. Five sets, and she could see his eyes starting to blink. Another five sets and she started to notice resistance from his legs. She added a strike to his shins. This confirmed that Hermes' lower legs were the source of the resistance and were considerably more rigid than the rest of his body--they were where he was transferring whatever force let him propel his body without touching the ground. Which was good to confirm; her tentative plan depended on it. She pushed them steadily harder as he ramped up his power, so it had no useful effect--he was going where she wanted, not where he wanted. And he was going backwards, which meant his own reflex would be to try to slow down, because he couldn't see where he was going. That was easy for Flicker to overcome, and a lot less of a headache than if he was trying to accelerate in some other direction. Moving backwards at speed required practice, and was helped by good sensors and a visor that could give you a rear view--which Flicker had and Hermes didn't. All the time she was gathering data from pulsed radar and a host of other sensors. It was more than her visor computer could process, but she could send it to the Database and let DASI sort it out. In the meantime, being forcibly moved by the equivalent of a 500 kilohertz power hammer didn't seem to be doing Hermes any damage, which was significant data in itself. It widened the bounds on how Flicker could deal with him without causing him permanent harm. She stopped accelerating him when they hit low transonic velocity--she didn't want to subject all the nearby people in cars to any unnecessary sonic booms. The goal for this step was getting Hermes farther away from everyone and everything fragile. Tedious at the subjective speed she needed to maintain to make sure Hermes didn't manage any surprises, but very necessary. Several hundred long milliseconds later, she finally had him in position for the next step--there was a direct, obstacle free path to an earthen embankment that wasn't near anyone else. Then she sent him on his way, after starting him spinning to give him a temporary distraction to deal with. If all went well, he wouldn't actually hit the embankment, but it was a backstop in case she didn't get back in time. There was something else urgent she wanted to check on. Flicker sped up again and called up a map of Hermes' path of destruction on her visor to trace backwards. She glided along the roadway, off a ramp, and down several streets to the entrance to a parking garage. A short search inside revealed remnants of a chalked pentagram. It looked like someone had tried to erase it in a hurry--and there was a dropped rag, right on the way to... A door. A closed steel fire door to the stairwell, and the walls were concrete. There was a limit to how fast she could open doors. That wouldn't stop her, but it did mean there was no way to get into the stairwell quickly without filling it with an expanding cloud of plasma and shrapnel. Even just leaving safe wreckage would take too long. Triage time. A magician running away was less of a threat than Hermes, even if the summoning had been deliberate. This would have been a perfect task to hand off to Journeyman if they'd been working together--he was a magician himself, and could teleport. But he wasn't available, so Flicker sent an order to the Database to forward the applicable evidence to the local responders, and headed back. Hermes had mostly stopped his tumbling and had even managed to slow down a fair amount with one foot--which was leaving a furrow even without touching the ground. Flicker slowed down a little to watch and do a bit of calculation. A few milliseconds later she had confirmation that his ankles were capable of handling massive force. Now that they were a safe distance from people and fragile structures, she wanted him stationary and at least temporarily stunned for the next step. But that didn't mean she had to hit him any more. Not when there was a perfectly good flat spot of dirt and grass. Flicker moved to the side, took off her left glove, and pulled back her damping field from the hand. There wasn't a good word for what she did next; she called it 'clamping down'. The force she used to propel her body protected it as well--usually by reflex, but she could consciously invoke it as well. She did so for her left hand. All chemistry in it stopped, and Flicker started picking up a positive charge. Clamping down really annoyed electrons, but the atomic nuclei in her hand would now stay in their appropriate relative places, regardless of external force. Then she grabbed Hermes by the ankle, swung him over her head, and slammed him into the ground at half the speed of sound. The impact sent out visible shockwaves and a big cloud of dirt and dust. Also a loud boom for those moving slow enough to hear it, but today was already a bad day for any noise-averse locals. Then Flicker waited and watched Hermes' eyes. There were faster ways to communicate than talking out loud. When he'd recovered enough for his eyes to track and start looking at her--probably seeing her clearly for the first time--she flicked her fingertip repeatedly to write words in the air with plasma. Back to the Box Easy or hard? Then she waited again. She didn't think it would help--but there were some things you did because you didn't want to become the kind of person who skipped them. Hermes scrambled to his feet. He didn't immediately try to run. Instead he inhaled, which probably meant a monologue attempt. Flicker slowed down more so she could listen. "Fool!" he said. "I will nev--" That was enough. She'd tried, and he'd made his choice. She sped up again. The pause had given time for another satellite dump of analysis from the Database: The isotope signatures confirmed that he was the same entity imprisoned in the Box for a year, and she now had much better bounds on his body cohesion under various kinds of stress. Dragging him across the Med and Atlantic to the Box by hand was feasible. But there were a few complications. She had no external material capable of restraining him--duct tape wouldn't work this time--so he could struggle. He wasn't going to physically escape. But he didn't know that, and the failure of a sufficiently ill-advised attempt might result in the loss of whatever body part she was holding him by at the time. She didn't want that. And he could generate shockwaves capable of seriously messing up any nearby unprotected people--a problem until she got him off shore. Which was going to take a while because her personal shockwave reduction methods wouldn't extend to him. Given the opportunity, he could cause damage on the way out of spite. She didn't want that either. So until they were well away from people, it would be useful to keep him disoriented or distracted or both. He was still frozen mid-syllable in his monologue when Flicker grabbed him by the ankle again and started spinning him above her head. When she had him up to 500 RPM, she headed for the Tiber. It was past time to get this whole mess over water.

Next: Part 3

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Phoenix Lights - 1997 “The Phoenix Lights (sometimes called the "Lights over Phoenix") were a series of widely sighted unidentified flying objects observed in the skies over Arizona, Nevada in the United States, and Sonora, Mexico on Thursday, March 13, 1997. Lights of varying descriptions were seen by thousands of people between 19:30 and 22:30 MST, in a space of about 300 miles (480 km), from the Nevada line, through Phoenix, to the edge of Tucson. There were allegedly two distinct events involved in the incident: a triangular formation of lights seen to pass over the state, and a series of stationary lights seen in the Phoenix area. The United States Air Force identified the second group of lights as flares dropped by A-10 Warthog aircraft that were on training exercises at the Barry Goldwater Range in southwest Arizona. Witnesses claim to have observed a huge carpenter's square-shaped UFO, containing five spherical lights or possibly light-emitting engines. Fife Symington, the governor at the time, was one witness to this incident; he later called the object "otherworldly." The lights were reported to have reappeared in 2007 and 2008, but these events were quickly attributed to (respectively) military flares dropped by fighter aircraft at Luke Air Force Base and flares attached to helium balloons released by a civilian. Initial reports At about 18:55 PST (19:55 MST), a man reported seeing a V-shaped object above Henderson, Nevada. He said it was about the "size of a (Boeing) 747", sounded like "rushing wind", and had six lights on its leading edge. The lights reportedly traversed northwest to the southeast. An unidentified former police officer from Paulden, Arizona is claimed to have been the next person to report a sighting after leaving his house at about 20:15 MST. As he was driving north, he allegedly saw a cluster of reddish or orange lights in the sky, comprising four lights together and a fifth light trailing them. Each of the individual lights in the formation appeared to the witness to consist of two separate point sources of orange light. He returned home and through binoculars watched the lights until they disappeared south over the horizon. Prescott and Prescott Valley

Lights were also reportedly seen in the areas of Prescott and Prescott Valley. At approximately 20:17 MST, callers began reporting the object was definitely solid, because it blocked out much of the starry sky as it passed over. John Kaiser was standing outside with his wife and sons in Prescott Valley when they noticed a cluster of lights to the west-northwest of their position. The lights formed a triangular pattern, but all of them appeared to be red, except the light at the nose of the object, which was distinctly white. The object, or objects, which had been observed for approximately 2 to 3 minutes with binoculars, then passed directly overhead the observers, they were seen to "Bank to the right", and they then disappeared in the night sky to the southeast of Prescott Valley. The altitude could not be determined, however it was fairly low and made no sound whatsoever. The National UFO Reporting Center received the following report from the Prescott area: While doing astrophotography I observed five yellow-white lights in a "V" formation moving slowly from the northwest, across the sky to the northeast, then turn almost due south and continue until out of sight. The point of the "V" was in the direction of movement. The first three lights were in a fairly tight "V" while two of the lights were further back along the lines of the "V"'s legs. During the NW-NE transit one of the trailing lights moved up and joined the three and then dropped back to the trailing position. I estimated the three light "V" to cover about 0.5 degrees of sky and the whole group of five lights to cover about 1 degree of sky. Dewey

At the town of Dewey, 10 miles (16 km) east of Prescott, Arizona, six people saw a large cluster of lights while driving northbound on Highway 69. First sighting from Phoenix

Tim Ley and his wife Bobbi, his son Hal and his grandson Damien Turnidge first saw the lights when they were above Prescott Valley about 65 miles (100 km) away from them. At first they appeared to them as five separate and distinct lights in an arc-shape like they were on top of a balloon, but they soon realized the lights appeared to be moving towards them. Over the next ten or so minutes they appeared to be coming closer and the distance between the lights increased and they took on the shape of an upside down V. Eventually when the lights appeared to be a couple of miles away the witnesses could make out a shape that looked like a 60-degree carpenter's square with the five lights set into it, with one at the front and two on each side. Soon the object with the embedded lights appeared to be coming right down the street where they lived about 100 to 150 feet (30 to 45 meters) above them, traveling so slowly it appeared to hover and was silent. The object then seemed to pass over their heads and went through a V opening in the peaks of the mountain range towards Squaw Peak Mountain and toward the direction of Phoenix Sky Harbor International Airport. Witnesses in Glendale, a suburb northwest of Phoenix, saw the object pass overhead at an altitude high enough to become obscured by the thin clouds; this was at approximately between 20:30 and 20:45 MST. Arriving in Phoenix

When the triangular formation entered the Phoenix area, Bill Greiner, a cement driver hauling a load down a mountain north of Phoenix, described the second group of lights: "I'll never be the same. Before this, if anybody had told me they saw a UFO, I would've said, 'Yeah and I believe in the Tooth Fairy.' Now I've got a whole new view and I may be just a dumb truck driver, but I've seen something that don't belong here." Greiner stated that the lights hovered over the area for more than two hours. After Phoenix

A report came from a young man in the Kingman area who stopped his car at a public phone to report the incident. "[The] young man, en route to Los Angeles, called from a phone booth to report having seen a large and bizarre cluster of stars moving slowly in the northern sky". Reappearance in 2007

A repeat of the lights occurred February 6, 2007, and was recorded by the local Fox News television station. According to military officials and the Federal Aviation Administration, these were flares dropped by F-16 aircraft training at Luke Air Force Base. Reappearance in 2008

On April 21, 2008, lights were again reported over North Phoenix by local residents. According to witnesses, the lights formed a vertical line, then spread apart and made a diamond shape. The lights also formed a U-shape at one time. Tony Toporek video taped the lights. He was talking to neighbors at 8 p.m. when the lights appeared. He went and grabbed his camera to get the lights on video. A valley resident reported that shortly after the lights appeared, three jets were seen heading west in the direction of the lights. An official from Luke Air Force Base denied any United States Air Force activity in the area. On April 22, 2008, a resident of Phoenix told a newspaper that the lights were nothing more than his neighbor releasing helium balloons with flares attached. The following day a Phoenix resident who declined to be identified in news reports stated he had attached flares to helium balloons and released them from his back yard. However, no name or pictures of the reported hoaxter were ever released, nor was anyone cited, ticketed or charged from the supposed releasing of flares over a residential area that at the time was enduring a record drought. Photographic documentation

Imagery of the Phoenix Lights falls into two categories: images of the triangular formation seen prior to 22:00 MST in Prescott and Dewey, and images of the 22:00 MST Phoenix event. Almost all known images are of the second event. All known images were produced using a variety of commercially available camcorders and cameras. First event

There are few known images of the Prescott/Dewey lights. Television station KSAZ reported that an individual named Richard Curtis recorded a detailed video that purportedly showed the outline of a spacecraft, but that the video had been lost. The only other known video is of poor quality and shows a group of lights with no craft visible. Second event

During the Phoenix event, numerous still photographs and videotapes were made, distinctly showing a series of lights appearing at a regular interval, remaining illuminated for several moments and then going out. These images have been repeatedly aired by documentary television channels such as the Discovery Channel and the History Channel as part of their UFO documentary programming. The most frequently seen sequence shows what appears to be an arc of lights appearing one by one, then going out one by one. UFO advocates claim that these images show that the lights were some form of "running light" or other aircraft illumination along the leading edge of a large craft — estimated to be as large as a mile (1.6 km) in diameter — hovering over the city of Phoenix. Other similar sequences reportedly taken over a half hour period show differing numbers of lights in a V or arrowhead array. Thousands of witnesses throughout Arizona also reported a silent, mile wide V or boomerang shaped craft with varying numbers of huge orbs. A significant number of witnesses reported that the craft was silently gliding directly overhead at low altitude. The first-hand witnesses consistently reported that the lights appeared as "canisters of swimming light", while the underbelly of the craft was undulating "like looking through water". However, skeptics claim that the video is evidence that mountains not visible at night partially obstructed views from certain angles, thereby bolstering the claim that the lights were more distant than UFO advocates claim. UFO advocate Jim Dilettoso claimed to have performed "spectral analysis" of photographs and video imagery that proved the lights could not have been produced by a man-made source. Dilettoso claimed to have used software called "Image Pro Plus" (exact version unknown) to determine the amount of red, green and blue in the various photographic and video images and construct histograms of the data, which were then compared to several photographs known to be of flares. Several sources have pointed out, however, that it is impossible to determine the spectral signature of a light source based solely on photographic or video imagery, as film and electronics inherently alter the spectral signature of a light source by shifting hue in the visible spectrum, and experts in spectroscopy have dismissed his claims as being scientifically invalid. Normal photographic equipment also eliminates light outside the visible spectrum — e.g., infrared and ultraviolet — that would be necessary for a complete spectral analysis. The maker of "Image Pro Plus", Media Cybernetic, has stated that its software is incapable of performing spectroscopic analysis. Cognitech, an independent video laboratory, superimposed video imagery taken of the Phoenix Lights onto video imagery it shot during daytime from the same location. In the composite image, the lights are seen to extinguish at the moment they reach the Estrella mountain range, which is visible in the daytime, but invisible in the footage shot at night. A broadcast by local Fox Broadcasting Company affiliate KSAZ-TV claimed to have performed a similar test that showed the lights were in front of the mountain range and suggested that the Cognitech data might have been altered. Dr. Paul Scowen, visiting professor of Astronomy at Arizona State University, performed a third analysis using daytime imagery overlaid with video shot of the lights and his findings were consistent with Cognitech. The Phoenix New Times subsequently reported the television station had simply overlaid two video tracks on a video editing machine without using a computer to match the zoom and scale of the two images. Wind direction data

Wind direction measured independently by several weather stations in the Phoenix area and archived by the National Climate Data Center is consistent with reports about the movement of the lights. During the events, wind direction (origin) was changing from roughly west (i.e. blowing towards the east) to north (i.e. blowing towards the south). This supports the hypothesis that the flying objects were wind driven and could simply have been balloons or flares. Wind direction in Phoenix, AZ on March 13–14, 1997. Wind is reported by the direction from which it originates. Data courtesy of NOAA National Climate Data Center. Explanations

There is some controversy as to how best to classify the reports on the night in question. Some are of the opinion that the differing nature of the eyewitness reports indicates that several unidentified objects were in the area, each of which was its own separate "event". This is largely dismissed by skeptics as an over-extrapolation from the kind of deviation common in necessarily subjective eyewitness accounts. The media and most skeptical investigators have largely preferred to split the sightings into two distinct classes, a first and second event, for which two separate explanations are offered: First event

The first event — the "V", which appeared over northern Arizona and gradually traveled south over nearly the entire length of the state, eventually passing south of Tucson — was the apparently "wedge-shaped" object reported by then-Governor Symington and many others. This event started at about 20:15 MST over the Prescott area, and was seen south of Tucson by about 20:45 MST. Proponents of two separate events propose that the first event still has no provable explanation, but that some evidence exists that the lights were in fact airplanes. According to an article by reporter Janet Gonzales that appeared in the Phoenix New Times, videotape of the v shape shows the lights moving as separate entities, not as a single object; a phenomenon known as illusory contours can cause the human eye to see unconnected lines or dots as forming a single shape. Mitch Stanley, an amateur astronomer, observed high altitude lights flying in formation using a Dobsonian telescope giving 43× magnification. After observing the lights, he told his mother, who was present at the time, that the lights were aircraft. According to Stanley, the lights were quite clearly individual airplanes; a companion who was with him recalled asking Stanley at the time what the lights were, and he said, "Planes". When Stanley first gave an account of his observation at the Discovery Channel Town Hall Meeting with all the witnesses there he was shouted down in his assertion that what he saw was what other witnesses saw. Some have claimed that Stanley was seeing the Maryland National Guard jets flying in formation during a routine training mission at the Barry M. Goldwater bombing range south of Phoenix. It is possible that the Phoenix Lights Vee is actually a group of planes based on the explanation of a similar sighting in South California. Second event

The second event was the set of nine lights appearing to "hover" over the city of Phoenix at around 10 pm. The second event has been more thoroughly covered by the media, due in part to the numerous video images taken of the lights. This was also observed by numerous people who may have thought they were seeing the same lights as those reported earlier. The U.S. Air Force explained the second event as slow-falling, long-burning LUU-2B/B illumination flares dropped by a flight of four A-10 Warthog aircraft on a training exercise at the Barry Goldwater Range at Luke Air Force Base. According to this explanation, the flares would have been visible in Phoenix and appeared to hover due to rising heat from the burning flares creating a "balloon" effect on their parachutes, which slowed the descent. The lights then appeared to wink out as they fell behind the Sierra Estrella, a mountain range to the southwest of Phoenix. A Maryland Air National Guard pilot, Lt. Col. Ed Jones, responding to a March 2007 media query, confirmed that he had flown one of the aircraft in the formation that dropped flares on the night in question. The squadron to which he belonged was in fact at Davis-Monthan AFB, Arizona on a training exercise at the time and flew training sorties to the Barry Goldwater Range on the night in question, according to the Maryland Air National Guard. A history of the Maryland Air National Guard published in 2000 asserted that the squadron, the 104th Fighter Squadron, was responsible for the incident. The first reports that members of the Maryland Air National Guard were responsible for the incident were published in The Arizona Republic newspaper in July 1997. Military flares such as these can be seen from hundreds of miles given ideal environmental conditions. Later comparisons with known military flare drops were reported on local television stations, showing similarities between the known military flare drops and the Phoenix Lights. An analysis of the luminosity of LUU-2B/B illumination flares, the type which would have been in use by A-10 aircraft at the time, determined that the luminosity of such flares at a range of approximately 50–70 miles would fall well within the range of the lights viewed from Phoenix. Dr. Bruce Maccabee did an extensive triangulation of the four videotapes, determining that the objects were near or over the Goldwater Proving Grounds. Page 5 of Dr. Maccabee's analysis refers to Bill Hamilton and Tom King's sighting position at Steve Blonder's home. Blonder has worked with Dr. Maccabee to fully include his sighting position in the triangulation report. Maccabee has also refined three other sighting positions and lines of sight in 2012. News media response

There was minimal news coverage at the time of the incident. In Phoenix, a small number of local news outlets noted the event, but it received little attention beyond that. But on June 18, 1997, USA Today ran a front-page story that brought national attention to the case. This was followed by news coverage on the ABC and NBC television networks. The case quickly caught the popular imagination and has since become a staple of UFO-related documentary television, including specials produced by the History Channel and the Discovery Channel. Governor's response Shortly after the lights, Arizona Governor Fife Symington III held a press conference, stating that "they found who was responsible". He proceeded to make light of the situation by bringing his aide on stage dressed in an alien costume. (Dateline, NBC). But in March 2007, Symington said that he had witnessed one of the "crafts of unknown origin" during the 1997 event, although he did not go public with the information. In an interview with The Daily Courier in Prescott, Arizona, Symington said, "I'm a pilot and I know just about every machine that flies. It was bigger than anything that I've ever seen. It remains a great mystery. Other people saw it, responsible people. I don't know why people would ridicule it". Symington had earlier said, "It was enormous and inexplicable. Who knows where it came from? A lot of people saw it, and I saw it too. It was dramatic. And it couldn't have been flares because it was too symmetrical. It had a geometric outline, a constant shape." Symington also noted that he requested information from the commander of Luke Air Force Base, the general of the National Guard, and the head of the Arizona Department of Public Safety. But none of the officials he contacted had an answer for what had happened, and were also perplexed. Later, he responded to an Air Force explanation that the lights were flares: "As a pilot and a former Air Force Officer, I can definitively say that this craft did not resemble any man made object I'd ever seen. And it was certainly not high-altitude flares because flares don't fly in formation". In an episode of the television show UFO Hunters called "The Arizona Lights", Symington said that he contacted the military asking what the lights were. The response was "no comment". He pointed out that he was the governor of Arizona at the time, not just some ordinary civilian. Frances Barwood, the 1997 Phoenix city councilwoman who launched an investigation into the event, said that of the over 700 witnesses she interviewed, "The government never interviewed even one".”

Source: https://www.mufon.com/phoenix-lights---1997.html

#The Phoenix Lights #ufo #ufology #UAP #MUFON #extraterrestrial #Society for Extraordinary Phenomena #extraterrestrial hypothesis

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Nurcing Leon’s Wounds

Leon is no stranger to getting severly injured. But what would each injury mean to his body realisticly. Before i get annoying by repeating myself, in most cases of injury, it would have been too dangerous and too lethal to even survive any of it. With that out of the way, Let’s begin!

1998: Shot in the chest.

In one of the most infamous sacrifice Leon has done, He takes a bullet to his chest to protect Ada. So what would this injury translate in reality? First of all let’s look at his uniform.

However, unlike what would most people think, a “bulletproof jacket” isn’t exactly bullet proof but more “bullet resistant”. According to the National Institute of Justice’s Ranking of armors, his RPD unifrom should be a level 2 soft amour bullet proof vest. If we assume it’s an 2A level, it should normally be able to stop 9mm ammo heighting at max 124grams for 1225fps. It also includes a shot of a .40 Smith and Wesson bullet at 180grams going at 1155fps.

Looking closer at Annette’s gun, it seems to be a desert eagle.

So, that would mean that Annette’s weapon could be a .50 Action Express ammo magnum. So if it’s truly the case, the ammo should be able to pierce Leon’s armour.

If we compare Leon’s chest to an anatomy dummy :

That would mean the bullet fractured his shoulder blade and could have pierced his lungs. At worst, even ribs can be fractured. Plus, an injury like that is prone to hemorrhage and infection. At the moment of the injury, he’d have chest pain, problem breathing and it be reduced as well.

However , if we apply Ada’s bandaging to a real life situation, that wound would have not worked in the slithest! In an emergency, it is a prirority to bandage the wound to aid breathing since blood and mucus can be inhaled. So, the bandages needs to be closer to the body and be sterile.

Leon should have been dead. ( Good Job , Ada. )

2004: Falling into Wooden Forein bodies

This one instance could have given serious damage to Leon. First of all, the fall would have hurt like hell. Second, that throw was enough to break the closet. There is no doubt that there could have been splinters entering anywhere on his body. I can’t imagine how hard must have it been for Luis to not only be knocked onto the closet by that blow AND be crushed by 78.2 kg or 172.4 lbs (Leon’s weight) on top of that.

2004 : Cut To The Face

Here’s is the BIGGEST mistake Leon as done at that moment: wipping off the blood off his face.

Keep in mind that Leon as contracted loads of stuff that could have contaminated to wound such as anything in the village, las plagas , mud, contaminated water, shattered glass, ect. Not to mention that LEON HIMSELF commented on how vile and dirty the place was :

Seriously, there is too many things that could have infected that cut with this one swipe.

Not only did he never washed to wound properly (like with ointment cream or rubbing alcohol) but it never accured to to him to even bandage it up! According to specialists "New cells have to migrate to the appropriate areas to help with healing. Keeping your scrape covered and moist facilitates this process. Exposing wounds to air does not."

Sure he could have gotten worst injuries from any of the weapons held by a Ganado since, unlike Krauser’s knife, most weapon could have rust. Ence there’s more chance is chance of an infection. But there is an equal chance of infection if the cut was deep.

Here’s what could happen to his wound if it is infected :

The Redness could persist

The Pain wouldn’t subside

The Pus could turn green or get smelly

The wound could get swollen

Leon would feel sick afterwards

2013: Walking on Metro Railways

It should come as no surprise but it is extremely dangerous to walk on a metro’s railway. Doesn’t help that some metros around the world, like the Montreal’s Metro, pretty much showcases that the rails are 750 volts.

Around 10 and 1000 volts would generate around 15-20 amps which means extreme pain and contraction of muscules. Namely he wouldn’t be able to let go of the rails. At 100 to 10000 volts, the amps would be between 100 and 300. Which means ventricula fibrilation ( disturbance to the cardiac rhythym) that could cause his heart to stop, burns, permanent damages or death could happen.

There could be a chance that he could have evaded it because of his dress shoes.

Looking closer at the shoes, they appear to be some Oxford shoes. The likely materials of those shoes is leather and rubber which are poor conductors of elecetricity.

However, keep in mind that, before he reached to metro rails, he walked in the sewers. Unfortunately, it turns out that dirty water could be a good conductor of electricity. Also, running around would cause him to sweat. Since sweat is relatively salty, salty water is also a good conductor of electricity.

Leon would have died even before reaching the Tall Oaks Catherdral.

2013: The Bus Crash

There is many factors , minor or major, that could have injured him! For example, glass, metal and rock chards could have been lodged or scrape him.

The fall itself could have been enough to cause many factures and even concussions.

With this brightened image of the bus, we could have a good idea of how tall was the cliff. First of all, i need to find which bus it is. Thank god there is not much of models for school buses. From looking at multiple references, IC Bus of the BE-Series. We can estimate that the bus is 102 inches wide (2591 mm),and overall weight to be around 10000-36000 lbs (4536-16329 kg).

According to this screen shot, the bus would fit around 7 times. So that would mean that the hill is around 59′5″ or around 18.14 meters tall.

Now that we have the approximate height of the cliff, now we can move on the the impact of the 18 wheeler.

According to my research, i can estimate that the max speed of this truck is 120mhp and it’s minimum weight is 80000 lbs :

So to calculate the force of impact , i need to do 2( mass (36287.39 kg) times velocity ( 53.6448 m/s) ) divided by time of impact ( 0.5 seconds). The impact should be at 3893259.56 newtons of force.

Now to look at the fall! I’ve timed the fall to be 5 seconds ( and 3-4 seconds is slow-mo -ed ). To calculate the velocity of the fall, i need to calculate the distance divided by the time. Which means 18.14 meters divided by 5 equals a velosity of 3.628 m/s. For the kinetic energy, i need to calculate 0.5 x m 3.6282. To make it fair, let’s say it is the average weight of a school bus ( 23000 lbs or 10432.5 kg ). That would mean the fall was of 68658,29 joules of force.

That would mean Leon’s bones would likely shatter if not fracturing his skull. Sorry to say this but i don’t think i’d survive that!

BUT WAIT! THERE’S MORE!

Now to cover the bus exploding!

Unfortunately, the bus crashing and exploding is just an hollywood myth and has been debunked. Or should i say... BUSTED! I remember clearly from my favorite show of all time , Mythbusters , they tested the myth and the car only crashed and nothing more as shown bellow :

The way they made it explode was with their favorite explosive : C4.

However, let’s assest was would it mean to be so close to an explosion like this one even if it would NEVER HAPPEN. To be safe from an explosion like this one, you’d have to be around 3,750 feets away or 1,143 km. But Leon is too close to the explosion. He’d fall around the 1m to 2.7m from the blast of the following chart :

He’d be super dead if a car exploding was a thing. Nevertheless, in a realistic setting, the bus would have NEVER exploded in the first place. You would think people would have pointed that out in quality control and especialy with school busses of all things.

2013 : Flashbang

Sure it looks like nothing but let me asure you that there IS some damage related to a simple flashbang grenade.

Although described as a non-lethal weapon, there is some major downside to those on the recieving end. Namely, 170 decibels at detonation. That is louder than firecrackers at 140 to 150 dB. This would lead to pain and ear injuries. At worst , it could lead to a permanent hearing loss. Not to mention fragmentation of the grenade itself and probably dangerous smoke inhalation is part of the dangers of a stun grenade.

2013: Shot by Derek C. Simmons

First of all, let’s estimate what is the projectile thrown by Simmons. From the shape of it, it seems to be ribs. Here’s the overall range of lenght of any human ribs :

Let’s say Simmon’s ribs are as fast as an M16A1 rifle. The M16A1 fires around 800 round per minute. That would mean around 13.333 rounds per second. I’ve timed the shots to last 2 seconds. So at least 26 ribs as been fired towards Leon. I’m looking frame by frame how many hit him and it seems to have only missed Leon 5 times. So he could have been hit 19 times.

The biggest projectiles would be equivalent of anti aircraft / anti-tank artilery rail gun such as the 8.8 cm Flak 18-36. The smaller projectiles would be equivalent to an anti-aircraft/multi-purpose autocannon such as the Bofors 40 mm gun. Such projectiles could cause pronctures and rips to vital organs and internal bleeding, factures of bones and skul and massive hemorrhaging. That would mean Leon could have died by either the shards hitting his skull, punctered any vital organs or the ribs hitting so hard that it could have severed any celebral nerves.

There is no doubt that Leon took one hell of a beatting that in most situation could have killed him. And i’ve only touched the games and there’s probably some i’ve missed but for now that’s what i’ve been able to muster up into this digital forensic morge. I’ll probably touch on the films as well. NOT THE LIVE ACTION ONES! THE REAL GCI ONES ( so Degeneration, Damnation and Vendetta). But for now, i feel like i ranted for too long and here’s what i’ve been able to come up with.

#resident evil #resident evil 4 #resident evil 2 #forensics #resident evil 6 #leon s kennedy #leon scott kennedy #damage #injury #injuries #long post

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downeys · 7 years ago

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An Infinity War Theory - Spoilers!

Some things, small things, in Loki’s scene in Avengers: Infinity War did not sit right with me. They could be (and most likely are) simple plot holes -- but they could be indicative of a greater plan as well.

In short, my theory is that Loki somehow sabotaged the space stone and (possibly) faked his death.

Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers! Spoilers!

"I assure you, brother, the sun will shine on us again." Loki says this in response to Thor calling him "the worst" when he produces the Tesseract for Thanos. It just seemed rather out of place to me. Is he providing Thor with false reassurance? Why? Thor isn't really the type to need it. Is he simply being optimistic, as Thanos thinks ("Your optimism is misplaced, Asgardian")? He said this just before Hulk attacked Thanos -- did he expect Hulk to win, and so thought victory was imminent? That seems wrong too, since Loki knows how powerful Thanos is and more than that, knows Thanos already has one infinity stone as well.

"I, Loki... do hereby pledge to you my undying fidelity." Why would Loki stress the word undying in his little speech? Even Thanos thinks it's a poor choice of words ("Undying... You should choose your words more carefully"). But the thing is, Loki doesn't choose his words poorly. He's the liar, the silvertongue. Everything he says is carefully crafted. Was he subtly mocking what he considered to be Thanos' impending death? Seems unlikely, as anyone with half a brain cell could tell that Loki wasn't actually going to succeed in killing him. So why word it that way?

The dropping of the Tesseract and the shoving of Thor. Firstly, why did he drop the Tesseract? Did he just want to get as far away from it as possible? Did he not want to be the one to hand it to Thanos? Was he beyond caring what actually happened to it? Secondly, why did he shove Thor out of the way? One can see below that Thor wasn’t likely to be run over by anyone, and he wasn’t chained up at this point; Thor was fully capable of moving by himself. One could argue that he was too injured to move, but that would negated by the fact that he attacked Thanos ~40 seconds later. So why do it? And why did Thor wait until Hulk was defeated to attack Thanos? Surely teaming up against Thanos would be a better strategy.

The semi-brief disappearance. About three minutes pass between Loki knocking Thor out of the way and Thanos placing the space stone on the gauntlet. Another approximately thirty seconds pass after that before Loki emerges from... somewhere. Where was he this entire time? What was he doing? I suppose he could have simply been watching to see what happens, but that seems like a waste of time given all their lives are on the line.

The attempt to kill Thanos. People seem to have a lot of issue with this, but I don’t, really. He didn’t have any other options. I think it was more than obvious by this point that Thanos was going to kill him. Really think about Loki’s options for a minute. Every possible scenario ended either with Loki and Thor dying, or Loki somehow escaping and Thor being left to be killed. Loki had the option to either just die, or try and kill Thanos before dying. He took the 0.5% chance he had of killing Thanos. It wasn’t a stupid move, or out of character. I think even Loki knew it wasn’t going to work. He simply, literally, had no other options. There was no running, no hiding, not without Thor dying. There was no begging, no talking his way out of it. He could be strangled, or he could try to stab Thanos and then be strangled. Loki chose the braver path with a very minuscule chance of success. Regardless, back to my theory. For Loki, the only way to escape Thanos was by dying. He wasn’t getting off that ship without dying. So all he had to do was... die. Trying to kill Thanos is a fast-track to death. So was attempting to kill him a pointless move, or a tactic?

"No more resurrections.” The fact that Thanos even bothered to say this. I wouldn’t be beyond labeling it as an intentional misdirection from Marvel.

”Well, he’s been dead before, but no, this time I think it really might be true.” I mean, even Thor isn’t 100% sure Loki’s dead.

Tom theorizes in an interview that the Tesseract he hands over may be fake: “Do you think it’s the real Tesseract? Loki is the shapeshifter, the master of transformation and illusion so technically, it could be a fake.” It could simply be a lie, of course, or something he made up himself. It probably is. However, the Marvel cast have spoiled plot points in the past, under the pretense of merely theorizing. The only problem with that is that the glove/stone work flawlessly with Thanos later on.

Tom Hiddleston has been seen so much in promotion for A: IW. This, despite the fact that his character is only there in the first ten minutes of the film and is supposedly never going to come back again.

The fact that his death seems so obviously permanent, and Marvel loves (or purports to love) surprising us. They couldn’t have made it any more obvious that Loki is dead. You see his features turn pale, his eyes become bloodshot. You hear the crack as Thanos snaps his neck. You see and hear the thud of his body hitting the ground. Thanos says that he’s not coming back to life this time. The camera zooms in on his lifeless features as the ship explodes around him and Thor. Later, Thor even says that Loki probably didn’t fake his death this time. I’m just saying, that’s a lot of emphasis on Loki being dead. Marvel’s probably trying to tell people like me that yes, he’s dead, don’t come up with long, essentially baseless fan theories... but here I am anyway. And I’m one of the few. At this point, it would be a surprise if Loki came back to life -- literally no one is expecting it.

Tom Hiddleston assured us that "everything’s fine.”

So how could Loki have survived? Well, this is purely conjecture on my part, and I’ll make it clear that I don’t necessarily believe everything I’ve pointed out. I’m a proponent of Occam’s Razor and by that logic, Loki’s just dead. Everything I’ve pointed out was just a plot hole, poor characterization, a straight-up lie, or I’m reading too much into it. However, that’s no fun, so let me say what I think Loki might’ve done and how he might’ve survived. The Space Stone is a limitless energy source, powerful enough to open up portals in the fabric of space and allow the bearer of the stone to move across the universe in an instant. Loki knows about the stone, he knows what it can do. He likely learned this from Thanos himself (”He who put the scepter in your hand, who gave you ancient knowledge” -- The Other, Avengers 1), who gave him the knowledge so that he could wield the Tesseract on Earth and use it to bring the army of Chitauri there.

Loki never actually drops the Tesseract. What he drops instead, through slight of hand, is a very well-crafted forgery. Typically, an illusion of this quality would even be out of Loki’s magical scope. However, he uses the power of the Space Stone, a source of limitless energy, to bolster his magical abilities and create a near-identical replica. He shoves Thor out of the way and tells him that he has a plan, and that Thor needs to keep Thanos distracted for as long as possible -- which is why Thor waits to attack Thanos after Hulk has been defeated, to maximize the time Thanos isn’t paying attention. Loki then disappears for a few minutes, strengthening the illusion. When Thanos finally gets his hands on him, Loki utilizes the Space Stone again, using its energy to keep him alive and to create the illusion of death. Perhaps it wasn’t even him in Thanos’ grasp, but a very-convincing double. A reanimated corpse, glamored to look like Loki. Who knows? Later, he uses the Space Stone to escape, after Thor’s been picked up by the guardians. Of course, the major flaw in this theory is that we see Thanos using the Space Stone, and the “snap” wouldn’t have been possible if the Space Stone were a fake. That’s not to say that he couldn’t have used the stone for other purposes, however, to weaken Thanos or fake his own death. There are myriad possibilities. What I do know, however, is that there are some weird aspects of this scene and I’d much rather attribute them to scheming on Loki’s part than to poor writing.

#infinity war #infinity war spoilers #loki #nicki says things #wow this is a lot longer than I intended it to be #shit

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Joker Game Novel Translations: Book 4, Chapter 1 "Valkyrie" - Part 6 of 13

HE’S HERE! HE’S HERE! HE’S HERE! HE’S HERE! HE’S HERE! HE’S HERE!

So yes, I couldn’t resist and I did this part as fast as i could. It helps it’s short though for once I wanted a really long part. ;_;

Anyway here we are with another of my attempts at making sense of how translator engines translate @great-blaster transcription of the Japanese text of Valkyrie (you can find the link in the notes of this message if you’re interested).

As usual I remember you all translators engine don’t really do a great work in regard to translating things perfectly, and that even if I tried to at least smooth the English a bit and to fix the sentences that were really impossible to understand, my knowledge of Japanese is really so low it’s not worth mentioning so I might have messed up more often than not…

Still, if you, like me, are a fan of a certain spy who had the gall to die on his mission... well, you can’t miss seeing him ‘back’ in action in this part (whcih is actually placed before his death, that’s why he can be back in action...). Enjoy how he’s being a perfect spy and some details on his look. Oh and there’s Yukimura too. Please enjoy this chapter and, please, if you spot mistakes you’re free to come hit me in the head with the right translation. I don’t mind.

Again a lot of thanks to @great-blaster who provided the original transcription and to @unnagi whose summary helped me to figure where this was going when Google translate was being particularly uncooperative.

翌日。 The next day.

ベルリン、アンハルター駅、午前八時―――。 Berlin, Anhalter station [1], 8am ---.

ポツダム広場南東に位置するドイツ最大の乗り換え駅構内は、着膨れした多くの人々でごった返していた。職場に向かう勤め人、通学途中の学生、食料品あるいはクリスマスのプレゼントを買いに向かう者。わき目もふらず足早に目的地に向かう者ばかりではない。列車を待つ間、足を止めて熱心に新聞を読む者、知り合いを見つけて朝の挨拶を交わす者、何人かで集まって話し込んでいる者たちの姿も見受けられる。 Germany's largest transfer station, which was located in the southeast of Potsdamer Platz, was crowded by many people bundled up in layers of clothes. Workers going to their workplace, students on the way to school, people going to buy groceries or Christmas gifts. However not everyone was hurrying to reach his destination. While waiting for the train, one could see people stopping there to read their newspapers enthusiastically, others who meet up with friends and exchange greetings in the morning, and also those who were gathering and talking with other people.

ドイツ軍がポーランドへの〝電撃的侵攻″を果たし、英仏との間に戦争が始まった後も、ベルリン市民の暮らしは何ひとつ変わりないように見えた。変化といえば夜間に灯火管制が行われ、嗜好品や一部の食料品が配給制となったくらいなものだ。 Even after the German army accomplished "the lightning invasion" [2] of Poland and the war with Britain and France started, the lives of the citizens of Berlin appeared to not have changed much. What changed were things like lighting control now being done at night and the rationing system affecting luxury goods and some foods.

雪村は駅構内の売店（キオスク）で小銭と引き換えに新聞を一部購入した。見出しにちらりと目をやっただけで新聞を折り畳み、小脇に挟んで左右を見回した。 Yukimura bought with some coins a newspaper at a shop (kiosk) in the station. He gave a glance at the headline then folded the newspaper and looked around left and right.

駅舎内のルネサンス様式を模した柱の陰で、新聞を読んでいる男の姿が目に入った。 In the shadow of a pillar imitating the Renaissance style inside the station building, he could see there was the figure of a man reading a newspaper.

男が広げる新聞の角が、独特の角度で折られている。 One of the corners of the newspaper the man is keeping open is folded at a peculiar angle.

雪村は何げない足取りで男に近づき、男の隣で新聞を広げた。ふと思いついたように新聞を畳み、ポケットから手帳と万年筆を取り出した。手帳を開いて、万年筆を走らせる。雪村は眉を寄せた。インクが出ない。軽く万年筆を振り、もう一度試みた。やはり駄目だ。 Yukimura approached the man casually, and opened the newspaper next to him. As if caught by a sudden thought, he folded the newspaper and took out his notebook and a fountain pen from his pocket. He opened the notebook and tried to write something with a fountain pen. Yukimura frowned. Ink did not come out. He lightly shook a fountain pen and tried it again. It didn’t work.

「お使いになりますか？」 "Would you like to use this?"

横を向くと、隣の男が自分の万年筆を雪村に差し出していた。流暢な癖のないドイツ語。ただし、万年筆を差し出した手の肌の色は東洋系だ。中肉中背。地味な灰色のスーツ。鳥打ち帽を目深にかぶっているので陰になって顔は見えない……。 When Yukimura turned to look at his side, he could see the man next to him was offering him his fountain pen. His German was fluent without peculiar traits. However, the color of the skin of the hand that had presented the fountain pen was the oriental one. Medium built. Sober gray suit. Since he wore a hunting cap [3] low on his eyes, his face couldn’t be seen...

「ありがとう（ダンケ・シエーン）。助かります」 "Thank you (danke sehr). I am saved."

雪村は、ドイツ語で礼を言い、男の万年筆を借りて、ペン先を手帳に走らせた。 Yukimura thanked him in German, borrowed the man's fountain pen, and trailed the tip of the pen on his notebook.

男に万年筆を返し、ふたたび自分の新聞を広げた。 He then returned the fountain pen to the man and opened his newspaper again.

―――五秒の遅刻だ。 --- You're five seconds late.

隣の男が新聞の陰で言った。指向性な極端に絞った低い声。鳥打ち帽の陰から覗く唇は動いたようには見えなかった。 The man next to him said hidden behind his newspaper. It was an extremely directional low voice. It didn’t look like the lips shadowed by the hunting had had moved.

誰だ？ Who was he?

雪村は新聞に視線を向けたまま、目を細めた。 Yukimura narrowed his eyes while keeping them on the newspaper.

日本で会ったことのある相手か？いや、この声はまさか……？ Was he the one he met in Japan? No, this voice wasn’t...?

首を振った。 He shook his head.

違う。それに、今は相手の正体を詮索しても仕方がない。 He’d been mistaken. Besides, there was no point in finding out the identity of the other now.

木国からの報告書類を手にいれること。それが、今回の接触目的だ。予め決められた角度に角を折った新聞。〝五秒の遅刻″。書けない万年筆。ここまでは手順通りだ。雪村は、やはり指向性を絞った低い声で相手に訊ねた。 To receive the report documents from the country of trees. That was the purpose of this contact. A newspaper with a bent corner at a predetermined angle. "Five seconds late". A fountain pen that can’t write. This was the procedure so far. Yukimura questioned the other party again with a limited directional low voice.

―――それで、調査を依頼した例の件は？ --- So, what they’re asking an investigation for?

―――『サムライの娘』の大ヒットには裏がある。ゲッベルスが報道機関関係者を密かに集めて指示を出していた。〝大々的に作品を取り上げろ。決して悪く書くな″。 --- There is an ulterior motive for the great success of "Samurai's daughter". Goebbels secretly gathered press reporters and issued instructions. "Talk about the work extensively, never write anything bad about it".

ふん、と雪村は鼻を鳴らした。思った通りだ。良い作品だから多くの観客を集めるのではない、多くの観客を集めた作品が良い作品。それがゲッベルスのやり口というわけだ。問題は……。 Hmm, Yukimura snorted. It was as he thought. It wasn’t because it was a good work that it gathered a lot of spectators, it was because many spectators were gathered that it was considered a good works. That was the Goebbels’ work. The problem was…….

―――証明できるか？ --- Can you prove it?

―――〝我慢できないほど長い″。ゲッベルスが自分で日記にそう書いている。 --- "Verbose to the point of unbearable". That’s what he wrote on his diary.

当然のように返ってきた男の言葉に、雪村は内心舌を巻いた。意味するところは〝ゲッベルスの私的な日記を盗み読むことが可能な内部情報提供者を飼っている″ということだ。金、異性、信条、甘言、あるいは脅迫。どんな手を使ったにせよ、一朝一夕でできる工作ではない。 Yukimura was left internally speechless by the man’s reply with was said as if it was a matter of course. The meaning was that "he had an internal information provider who could steal and read Goebbels’ personal diary." Gold, sex, religious faith, sweet words, or intimidation. Whatever means had been used, it was not a work that could be done overnight.

長期潜入任務者か？いつからだ？ Was it a long-term undercover agent? Since when?

頭に浮かんだ疑念は、だが、相手に尋ねるわけにはいかなかった。否、たとえ尋ねたとしても答えが返ってくるとは思えない。潜入スパイ同士が接触するのは情報交換のためだけだ。必要以上の情報はお互い訊かない、尋ねない。知らなければ、たとえ敵に捕まり、拷問を受けたとしても、答えようがない。被害は最小限に抑えられる。 Doubt filled his head, but he couldn’t ask the other. No, he didn’t think he would get an answer even if he were to ask. Infiltrated spies contacted each other only for information exchange. They shouldn’t ask more information than necessary, so he won’t ask. If he didn’t know, even if he were caught by the enemy and tortured, he won’t be able to answer. The damage would be minimized.

目的はすでに果たした。接触終了。 He already fulfilled his purpose. The contact should end.

後は相手が新聞を畳んで立ち去り、雪村はしばらくその場に留まって、相手の男を尾行している者がいないかどうか、周囲の確認を行う。必要があれば〝敵を排除″する。それがスパイ同士のマナーだ。 When the other would fold the newspaper and leave, Yukimura would stay in the spot for a while and check the surroundings to see if there was anybody who was tailing the other. If necessary, "he would eliminate the enemies". That was mutual courtesy among spies.

相手の男が、新聞の角を折ったページをめくった。 The other man folded the corners of the newspaper.

追加情報の合図だ。 It was a signal of additional information.

雪村は眉を寄せた。接触時間を極力短くしたいのは、スパイにとってはいわば第二の本能だ。どんな形にせよ〝追加″は珍しい。 Yukimura frowned. It was the second nature for a spy to want to shorten the contact time as much as possible. "Additional information" was unusual in whatever form.

―――逸見五郎はとんだくわせものだ。 --- Itsumi Gorō is unexpectedly much more than he seems.

相手の男の声に微かに嘲笑の色が滲んだ。 Sarcasm slightly spread to colour the voice of the man.

―――本人は女性問題でハリウッドから逃げて来たと言っているらしいが、理由はそれだけじゃない。逸見には資金横領の疑いがかけられている。日本から追われた原因も金だ。ナチスの金を使い込んで面倒なことになる前に、引きあげさせろ。 --- It seems he said that he has escaped from Hollywood due to problems with a woman, but that's not the only reason. Itsumi is suspected of stealing funds. The reason due to which he had to leave Japan is also money. Stop him before he’ll get in trouble by using Nazi's money.

無表情にそれだけ言うと、男は新聞を畳み、駅構内の時計を見上げた。鳥打ち帽の下に、色白の端整な横顔が見えた。意外に若い。 After speaking in an expressionless tone, the man folded his newspaper and looked up at the clock in the station. Under his hunter hat, Yukimura could see a fairly pale profile. He was surprisingly young.

男は自分の腕時計に目を落とした。新聞を確認すると、そのまま新聞を広げた雪村には目もくれず、雑踏の中に歩み入り、すぐに姿が見えなくなった。

The man turned to look at his own watch. He didn’t look at Yukimura but, after checking Yukimura’s newspaper, which had remained open as it was before, moved into the crowd and disappeared immediately.

Notes:

[1] Very likely this actually refers to Anhalter Bahnhof station a former railway terminus in Berlin, approximately 600 metres (0.5 mi) southeast of Potsdamer Platz. Once one of Berlin's most important railway stations, it was severely damaged in World War II, and finally closed for traffic in 1952, when the GDR-owned Deutsche Reichsbahn rerouted all railway traffic between Berlin and places in the GDR avoiding the West Berlin area. The station's name lives on in the Berlin S-Bahn station of the same name, opened in October 1939 as part of the North-South S-Bahn link. [2] It’s a reference to the Blitzkrieg ("lightning war"), a method of warfare whereby an attacking force, spearheaded by a dense concentration of armoured and motorised or mechanised infantry formations with close air support, breaks through the opponent's line of defence by short, fast, powerful attacks and then dislocates the defenders, using speed and surprise to encircle them with the help of air superiority. Through the employment of combined arms in manoeuvre warfare, blitzkrieg attempts to unbalance the enemy by making it difficult for it to respond to the continuously changing front, then defeat it in a decisive Vernichtungsschlacht (battle of annihilation). Despite being common in German and English-language journalism during World War II, the word Blitzkrieg was never used by the Wehrmacht as an official military term, except for propaganda. It seems that the term first appeared in 1935, in a German military periodical Deutsche Wehr (German Defence), in connection to quick or lightning warfare and, during the Invasion of Poland, Western journalists adopted the term blitzkrieg to describe this form of armoured warfare. [3] It should refers to what is called a flat cap, a rounded cap with a small stiff brim in front.

My two cents as well, this chap as Miyoshi and I simply can’t shut up about it:

LOL, when Miyoshi commended Yukimura was 5 seconds late I found it pretty spot on and, probably, what inspired his characterization in the drama cd in which he’s obsessed over such little details... though it turned out it was just an agreed upon sentence that confirmed he was a spy, like ‘my shoes are black’ when Kaminaga asked for a light in his own episode.

But well, It was fun.

While Yukimura isn’t bad, we can clearly see Miyoshi is much better than him... even though Miyoshi is surprisingly young.

SPOILER AHEAD.

In the end it’ll turn out that Yukimura isn’t a D Agency spy but a Navy spy opposed to Miyoshi who is an Army spy, because yes, Army and Navy had their own spies and Miyoshi’s superior ability was a hint to this. Yukimura is a soldier, a Navy one and therefore supposedly better than the ones of the Army, but D Agency managed to surpass even them.

Now... since so far there are no names in the stage for someone playing Yukimura’s role I fear they’ll simply hand it to Miyoshi. While on a side it’s a good thing as it’ll give Miyoshi a bigger role... well, Yukimura is different from Miyoshi so I’m not sure how it’ll turn out but we’ll see.

Back to the story Miyoshi is, as usual, as cool as humanly possible. He can even check Goebbels’ private diary. Also he’s his usual sarcastic, you’re lower than me self. And it’s interesting picturing him wearing something different from a fedora, really.

*sigh* I was really sad when my boy was done talking with Yukimura, I wanted to see more of him, I miss him so much... really, why don’t they animate this episode? ;_;

#Joker Game #Miyoshi #Maki Katsuhiko #JG Valkyrie #Joker Game Novel

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