Alexander at stonecrest apartments lithonia ga

I’ll be moving to an apartment in Savannah at the end of the month, and the apartment I’m moving to says they use is GA power. I looked up the reviews and they are TERRIBLE!! Like every review is saying how they scam you and make your electric bill 400$, and the power is always going out etc. I really don’t want to deal with that especially since I won’t have a roommate to help pay.
Are there any good options for electricity? Please help

hi guys! i just wanted to share my experience with this app since i know it gets a lot of doubt. it absolutely does work. here are responses i’ve gotten that were accurate and freaked me out.
after my father died
“i seen u sucking d*ck in the morning for that norco”
i absolutely did do that. my husband and i left our phones in the bathroom when that occurred so it couldn’t hear us talking ab it (joking around, i had an injury and my husband was jk, i’m not a drug addict lmao)
my husbands grandfather opened the door to his back door and i had it on, immediately without him saying anything
“that’s the old man, man that n**ga talks too much!” he does, lol. my dad used to hide in his car not to pass him on the way upstairs to my apartment lol.
my mom was in a nursing home, i had to pull the plug
“you promised you wouldn’t take mom off, but i forgive you.”
he did make me promise, i didn’t even have the same phone when he said that.
there’s more with him but you guys get the point. it also calls me a brat all the time which was my dads fave thing to call me.
mom dies
“my beautiful big red, i’m sorry i didn’t show you enough love”
never talked about that out loud. or texted about it. only my mom called me that.
husband just died by suicide
“babe i love you, i’m sorry, i though it would break with my fatass”
he hung himself…
“please tell our son i love him, never let him forget dada loves him”
it calls me “babe” all the time now, never did before.
“baby i miss you, i’m sorry i left you guys, i made a mistake, you have to be strong, remember we talked about this”
it says “i’m sorry” like 50 times per session now.
“i made a mistake” a bunch of times now.
“thank you for playing my song at my funeral, you kept your promise baby” (me asking what song to test it) “electric feel” which is correct. i left my phone in the car bc i can’t silence it. i used my MIL’s phone to play the song.
“this is fucking awesome! can you hear me baby?”
“that was me that touched your head last night, i laughed when you smacked your head. it’s just me” this did happen, i smacked my head thinking it was a bug or something.
“i lay down with you and (sons name) every night. he stole my favorite pillow” which he did lol.
“nice spider-man doll” i didn’t know wtf this meant until my MIL came home with my son. she bought him a spider man doll.
i’ve also tested it while driving. the person in front of me had a pineapple on their license plate, i asked them what it was and it said pineapple. phone was face down on my seat and i never picked it up while that person had just turned in front of me. sometimes i’ll hold up a random ass object and ask what i’m holding, it’s correct every single time.
so, despite some doubt at first i just can’t explain the really specific responses i’ve gotten. it does repeat some random words i’ve noticed like blood and demon but i can’t explain the other stuff. i’d love to hear other peoples experience!
edit: my terrible formatting

I am The Bard, who taught men their first magics, which to this day endure when all others have. It is written into the blood and bones of all you have built, and so I shall never die.
I did not teach you how to dream. I only taught how to tell a dream to another who you would never know.
The phone rang. Karna didn’t bother to pick it up. The message machine clicked for a moment, tape starting to turn backwards as new words were written onto it. It clicked again, stopping dead. Karna didn’t look up from his meal of leftover takeout. He finished his noodles, checked again to see if there was any shrimp left, and sighed as he threw the box at the bin. It bounced off the others already filling it up.
He sighed, rubbing his head and eyes. Healing magic could cure a hangover. It couldn’t do anything about dehydration. He needed to get up and get a drink. He went over to his cabinet and looked around for a glass. When he didn’t find a clean one, he grabbed a coffee mug instead. It was the last one. He was also out of coffee. Irritating. No matter how much of it he drank, he was still tired. It just meant he couldn’t sleep.
Sex helped, a bit, but when it didn’t, things were worse. Lying alone in his own bed, at least he could toss and turn and work his sheets into tangles trying to find some position that would let him finally fall asleep. He could slip out of bed for a nightcap, a strong one, to try and help. With another, there was nothing to do but lie there, still and silent, trying not to wake the man or woman next to him.
Trying not to think.
Impossible to sleep, then suddenly too much sleep. Blink and it was three-thirty in the afternoon. He stood at the sink, filling up the mug and draining it repeatedly. The call was probably from work. Worse, it might be his mother.
”Karna, what the fuck are you doing with your life you useless bastard. You’re not immortal, it’s all slipping away, one day, one minute at a time, and here you are doing nothing with it.” He said to himself. “Because you’re too tired to anything and still can’t sleep.” Of course, he knew why. His mind, treacherous as a serpent, betrayed him then, in the dark, in the solitude. Every wound he had suffered, every scar erased by healing magic, those were nothing. He was a paladin, the training had gotten him used to the sight of his own blood a long time ago.
”Practice for healing magic. Isn’t that what the old sister called it?” He wondered aloud. “Tch. She was kind of a bitch. Still is. I wonder if she’s calling me to yell at me too? Of course, I suppose I deserve it. I-“Then he stopped himself, and slammed the mug down, forcefully. It hit one of the plates in the sink, and it cracked. Karna swore and picked up the mess, picking the shards of metal out of his sink and throwing them in the boxes in the bin.
He sat back down in the one seat he used at his four-person table. It was covered in books, loose change, an unopened letter from some survey, a candle, a mug, miscellaneous bits of stationary, a comically large six sided die with red and black patterns, and off directly to his left a stick of deodorant and bottle of cologne. Those last two were the only things he’d used on this table in a while.
He sat back in his chair and sighed. “Yeah, you know exactly what you’re doing with your life. Nothing of any use to anyone. Well. Useless is better than detrimental, so hey, at least there’s that improvement.”
He hit the button to play back the latest message from his telephone, and picked it up, placing the receiver to his ear. At least he could listen to his messages. That would be something for the day.
”Hey, Karna. It’s Bas.” Karna’s head slumped forwards. He hadn’t expected him to be calling to call him an idiot. “I’ve tried coming by your place a couple of times to visit, seem to have missed you both times.” Or he was asleep, or drunk, or otherwise being a bad cousin. “So, I figured I’d give you a call and leave you a message. Just checking in to see how you’re doing. I know… things have been rough, for all of us, and I know you were taking things hard.” I know you’re weak. “I hope you’re doing well, and hope you understand, if you’re not, then, well, you’ve got my number, and you know where I live. Even though my apartment’s not exactly stellar.” I know you could reach out. But you won’t. You’ve been given everything, inherited power, your house, your money, and you still do nothing with it. I have nothing our society considers important, but I am still a better man than you. “Hope to talk to you soon. Adonai watch over you.”
That last bit was a bit odd. Adonai. The old invisible god, or God, as those that believed in such a thing insisted. Karna wasn’t entirely certain that this wasn’t just a clever way of disguising atheism, given that philosophy’s associations. Why in the world would Basil mention it now? As far as he knew… well he really actually didn’t know anything about Basil’s beliefs. He presumed, given his training, he was a follower of the western philosophies, which were philosophies more so than religions. They were fairly popular these days, a sort of secular spirituality, a substitute for the holes growing in Ordani religious life.
When you’ve fought and killed a god in living memory, it becomes harder to worship them. Beyond that, the old rites simply that, old rites. A series of rituals nobody really believed in anymore. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a cleric. He paused. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d seen a cleric he hadn’t been fighting to the death with. The gods really didn’t seem to have much of a place in a modern society. It was probably arrogant, but part of the point of the gods was meant to be that they were something so much bigger than oneself, that there was nothing that could compare. They were monumental figures, but when the monuments can be torn down by mere men, was it a monument worth believing in?
It was that way then. Some people turned to the western philosophies, realizing that their religious needs, the desire for mystery, for reverence, for prayer, meditation, moral laws and sacred communities were met there, without gods. Some, Basil included, turned their gaze towards an invisible, supposedly omnipotent, God. Well, the gods were supposed to be omnipotent, but if nobody could even prove your God existed, well, then there wasn’t any fear that anyone could kill Him. And then, there was the other kind. The kind which were kind of a bad joke.
He remembered his days in the warm sun, under the abbot’s orchard in Hearthfire Abbey, amid the warm red walls, the golden light of the day filtering through the green leaves, the bright red apples highlighted against a blue sky. Quite literally simpler times. He remembered the grave beneath the tree. Senket Zarathustra. Of course, that wasn’t really where she was. She was a few miles up the road, in a chapel nobody paid any mind to, next to six other graves, two empty. How much a contrast that was, compared with what was in the abbey. Her image, glaring down from tapestry, immortalized in statuary, and everywhere revered. Saint, they called her, but what was the difference between a saint and a god, when you treated one like the other.
They had made gods for themselves, gods born of and midwives to, their own people. A god that was distant enough to be worshipped, but near enough to be known. Something understood, something relatable, and something that had bested other gods before. Gods borne of the people of godslayers, for what else could they be? Of course, every pantheon needed its devil, its fallen angel. And now here he stood, a useless bastard, but also the same kind of thing as their gods and their devil. What a bad joke.
But at the same time, a joke they had believed in. A joke he felt the obligation to make a truth. A joke he had failed to make true. Up on a pedestal, and down in the dirt. That was what paladin of Order Undivided meant now. A hero, until people had no more need of them. Good, he wasn’t even a hero in the first place.
He shook his head. It was going to be a few hours before any clubs opened. He was going back to bed until then. It didn’t do him any good to sit awake stewing.
Basil was getting worried. He’d tried paying visits and making calls, but there was no contact. He quietly sat through office hours, grading the first assignments of the year. He was starting to regret assigning an essay, particularly to his 101 class. Fortunately, it was early in the year, so he was able to work through his office hours without being further disturbed. He finished his last paper, capped the red pen, and stood up. It wasn’t that far out of his way to visit Karna again, and this time he wouldn’t be ignored.
He made his way through the city, until he came to the Red Street. It had another name, but people remembered not what was given, but what was done. Fifty years ago, the blood of black and red lions flowed, as Elsior faced down her old mentor during the height of the black rebellion. The street’s architecture was eclectic, a mix of the old buildings which had survived the battle, and newer designs built up out of the ruins left from a clash of titans.
There were alleys off the street where you could still see the gashes left in the ground by arcane blades. It was a street where history lay heavy in the mortar and the air. It was also a decently affordable neighborhood, as the old houses, while historical, were also old, small, and lacked modern amenities. He was still never going to afford any of them on a teacher’s salary, even with his stipend as a paladin. Of course, Karna would have had a bitch of a time paying for his house as well, but he had simply inherited it.
Basil shook his head, as if to throw the jealous thought out of his mind. “You’re a grey-eyed monster already. Let’s not add green to the mix.” He growled at himself, as he kept walking up to Karna’s door and knocked. No response. He sighed, looking through the door. Only two of his eyes saw the normal spectrum of light. The others varied from arcane, ultraviolet, infrared, and a curious ability to see electrical signals. The end result was an overlapping view of information, an in-depth view of the world that saw the surface and the depths of everything. It had been a bit of a rude surprise for his parents to find out their son saw their brains at the same time he saw their faces. The practical upshot of this at the moment was that he saw Karna was clearly not at home, and had left a trail of lingering celestial energy behind him.
Well, Karna or another aasimar, but they were fairly rare. Even with the increasing numbers of extraplanar citizens in the union, there weren’t many descended from angels. Basil wryly considered that it might be the former keeping out the later. Baatorites weren’t strictly speaking enemies with most angels, but the distaste between the two species was deep, ancient, and mutual. As such, there was only one trail to follow.
Basil sighed when he found the end of the trail. It was a club, and of a particular sort. He didn’t need his enhanced vision to tell that. Technically speaking, strip clubs and even prostitution were legal. Practically speaking, everyone in any of them used pseudonyms. He sighed and headed for the entrance. The bouncer at the door, a towering ogre, raised a hand. “If you’re carrying, head around to the side entrance. They’ll check your swords there. No weapons in the club.”
”Not planning on starting a fight. Just looking to meet someone.”
”Yeah, well check em anyway. We’ve had boyfriends throwing hands with one another because they were looking at the guy on stage a little too hard, we don’t want em doing it with swords. That’s the kind of domestic dispute that doesn’t just get the cops involved, it’s also a bitch to get out of the floors.”
”Well, I’ll keep that in mind.” Basil replied, and headed around the side. He stepped in, greeted by another bouncer, a dragonborn. He always found it amusing how it was always one of the larger races as a bouncer. Given their job, it made a certain degree of sense, but it occurred to him he’d never seen a gnome as a bouncer. Then again, he didn’t go to many clubs. He checked his sword in, and left a pseudonym.
The dragonborn looked down at the paper, and narrowed his eyes slightly. “What’s the T.D. stand for, Mr. Law?” He asked curiously.
Basil shrugged. “Hells if I know, it’s an alias, same as everyone else is using here. I mean, look at the guy above me on that list, when was the last time you ever met somebody actually named Flamingo?”
”The guy kinda looked like a flamingo. Aasimar type, maybe his wings are pink.” The bouncer replied.
”If he’s the person I’m thinking of, no. Let’s hope they don’t start changing.” Basil replied.
”Ah, ex-boyfriend?”
”Cousin, and why’d you assume ex?”
”The only people I’ve seen who’ve been drinking that much and going home with that many different blokes are the ones going through breakups, and you’re the only person I’ve seen go looking for him, so I know he’s not a whore.”
”Nah, just a dumbass. Thanks for the info. Here’s hoping you have a quiet night.”
”Yeah, try to keep it that way for me.”
”I’ll do my best. Believe it or not, I hate fighting.” Basil replied, and headed past the dragonborn into the club proper.
To give the club some credit, they had a pretty decent band going. A small number, playing as much with style as they did skill. That was to say, a decent if unspectacular amount. The rolling tones of the lead singer washed over an atmosphere of casual conversation and lewd humor. Basil cocked an ear at the sound. He would have sworn he’d heard the woman on the radio at least once. He watched her closely for a moment, along with the rest of the band, but didn’t recognize them. Then again, he didn’t go to many concerts.
As the double bass thrummed, the piano crooned, and the saxophone danced center stage, he made his way through smoke and other scents towards the bar. A teifling danced a lurid show in the center of the building, sweat glistening on blue skin from the lights. One of Basil’s eyes kept a lock on the man, tracing the electrical signals running under his skin to enact their sensual motions. It wasn’t exactly something he was looking to copy, but it was an interesting interplay to watch. Dancing wasn’t something often done alone, done for the show. It was interesting to compare the flow of signals of this to more traditional forms.
He kept most of his eyes forwards through. He had a job to do, and he preferred white to blue anyways. A brief thought entertained his mind of what Zeal might look like in such an outfit. He snapped it off immediately, jaw snapping shut in anger at himself. That was wrong, and a bad place to go. He couldn’t allow himself to think of her, think of anyone, that way, but especially her.
He focused himself. He had a job to do, and he was going to die alone. The only thing anyone would ever love of him would be an illusion. Any intimacy would have to be built on lies. Throw those thoughts out of his mind. They would only bring distraction, and disappointment.
He centered himself, and took a seat next to Karna, as the aasimar knocked back what was looking like probably the sixth shot tonight. How the hell was he even paying for all this? He rapped the bar twice with his knuckles. “First time here, got mezcal?” He asked.
”Mezcal coming up, though I can’t say it’s gonna be quite as good as home’s.” The barkeep replied.
”I am home, just grew up away from it.” Basil replied. For all his illusions, he always forgot to cover his chultan accent. Then again, recognizing his voice was part of the point for the man next to him.
”Basil?” Karna asked, turning slightly. “You’re straight, well, nearest to it, the fuck are you doing here?”
”Checking on you, and about to drink a theoretically decent mezcal.” Basil replied. “I’m worried about you.”
”Well fuck off, you don’t need to be.” Karna replied. “Another.” He requested. Another shot of strong absinthe filled his cup.
”Might want to slow down there hoss.” The barkeep warned. “The kind you’ve been having is a hundred thirty proof.”
”That so? Huh. Would have thought it was about a hundred twenty. Guess I’m getting better at drinking. Stands to reason, it’s all I’m good at or good for.” Karna replied, clearly about as drunk as someone on their seventh shot of one hundred thirty proof absinthe should be.
”Politely, bullshit.” Basil replied. “Though you are going to manage to be the first paladin to ever give yourself liver cirrhosis at the rate you’re going.”
”Paladin. What a bad joke.” Karna spat. “Paladins are heroes, we, we’re not fucking heroes. You got closer, and you’re, well, you. Me. I’m just a fool. So what if I ruin my liver. I’ve ruined everything else.”
Karna went for his glass, but Basil put his hand over it, stopping him. He looked his cousin in the eye, gentle, pitying, but firm. “Karna, we should go. Let’s find somewhere, a park or something, and talk.”
”We should, as in you should get your hand off my drink, and then pull that pole out of your ass. Dancer might need a spare.” Karna spat back. “I don’t need to talk, I need a damn drink.”
Basil didn’t move. “Cut the crap and calm down. You’re drunk already, and clearly not in a good place. If you’re going to be this way, at least we can do it at a safe distance from anyone else.”
”Oh fuck right off.” Karna replied. “What, am I embarrassing you? More so that I already have? I know I’m a fucking disgrace okay. I saw it with my own two eyes and can’t stop seeing it. The least you could let me do is drink myself to death in peace so I stop being a bother for all of you.”
The bartender was steadily shifting away, looking towards the bouncer who sighed and began to approach. He briefly made eye contact with Basil, who tried to give him an apologetic smile and flicked his eyes back towards Karna. The bouncer nodded. This wasn’t the first time he’d seen this.
Karna continued. “But no, you can’t do that. Can’t just let me be a failure in peace. You’re not content just being the better man than me, being better in every way but looks than me. You have to prove it, have to rub it in. I already you’re better, okay, don’t need to slam my nose in it with this stupid pity schtick.”
”When did I say anything about that? I’m the weakest member of our party!” Basil protested. “And what the hells does that have to do with any of that. You’re my cousin, my family, and beyond that my friend. You clearly need help, so of course I’m going to try and help you.”
”I don’t need help.” Karna snarled back, green eyes glinting red with a dangerous, gleaming light. “LEAST OF ALL FROM YOU!” He roared. The red light flared. Basil flinched, covering his eyes as the roar slammed into his mind and ears at the same time. He focused, piercing through the growing crimson fog.
The music kept playing, a hidden tape rolling, but the band pretending to sing had stopped. The club had gone silent, save for that. The patron’s idle gossip and chatter was muted. The bar was silent, patrons slumped over on their chairs, the bartender and bouncer were on the ground, foaming at the mouth. Karna and Basil were the only two people conscious in that building.
Karna stared in stunned silence, quiet horror at the scene. Some part of him processed exactly what he had just done, rationality quietly ticking away behind a fog of alcohol and badly managed emotional issues. It only intensified the later, a combination of terror and guilt forming into a blossoming rage. Then he saw Basil’s face, saw realization peeling back and something shifting in how he looked at him, saw a cold fury, a hatred, spreading across his face.
Basil looked himself, horrified at what had just occurred, and mind flashing to the street in front of Zeal’s home. This was the exact same scene. The same power as Alexander, but now being used instinctually. He had no idea what had actually happened to these people, if Karna had meant it or not. One thing he did know for certain. He had to stop this. If Karna was out of control there was no telling how many people could be hurt so he had to end this now.
Karna opened his mouth, but it was too late. Basil whirled, placing a palm on the bar to leverage himself from a sitting position into a whirling kick. His heel hit Karna squarely in the face, with every ounce of strength he could muster. A sucker punch, meant to be a knockout blow so he could take the aasimar down, end this spell, and get him out of here before anything else went wrong.
Karna snapped back out of his chair, it tumbled to the ground, and the back of his head hit the floor hard. His headache roared, but he rolled over coming back up to his feet, coming to a ready stance. He might have been depressed and drunk, but he was still a paladin, better trained than most and tougher than pretty much everybody. It was going to take more than that to knock him out.
Basil kicked him squarely in the nuts.
Karna doubled over in pain, and Basil kicked him in the face again. Basil had trained under paladins and monks alike. His skill with his own limbs was on par with his swordsmanship. His training under the paladins in the tradition of Jort made him an expert at sneak attacks, sucker punches, and practical, dirty fighting. In other words, he was effectively an expert at kicking people in the nuts. He went for a chop to the throat, trying to finish the fight right then and there.
Karna caught his hand, and broke it by squeezing his fingers. He looked up, bloody eyed and berserk. “Ah. Fuck.” Basil swore. Then Karna threw him. Basil went flying, arm broken, and hit the wall shelves, covered in a hundred forms of expensive booze. The impact shattered his collar bone, and he kept going until he hit the solid wall on the other side of the bar. He landed hard on his face, shirt torn to ribbons and bleeding freely.
His hand and shoulder reset themselves, and shirt tore entirely as he burst his extra limbs out of it, and slammed them down to pick himself up. He drew in a breath, and Karna threw a chair at him. Basil dodged upwards, onto the ceiling as the chair smashed a hole in the wall behind him. He rushed his cousin, gathering shards of broken glass with his spare limbs and a bottle into either hand. He flung the glass before him, forcing Karna to cover his face. Then he hit him on top of the head with both bottles, dropped them, and hit him on both sides of the throat with a chop.
Karna struggled to breathe, nearly blacking out from the impact, and but threw a wild, blind punch. Basil evaded most of hit, but even a glancing hit was enough to send him flying. He caught his momentum on a support pillar, swinging around it with his tendrils. His ankle hit the side of a table and shattered. He wheezed in pain, falling to a knee on top of the table to mend it.
Karna roared and charged like a bull, giving Basil scant time. He palmed a lighter from one of the unconscious men lying next to him, and jumped clear. Karna smashed the table into splinters beneath his fists, tearing skin and breaking bone, but healing them just as quickly as he damaged them. Basil flicked the lighter open, and threw it. The expensive alcohol covering Karna caught light, stunning and blinding him as Basil set him ablaze!
He hit the flaming angel with everything he had before the fire burned away. Fists, feet, elbows, knees, tendrils. A devastating combination of every move he knew to put a man on the ground flew out of him. He hadn’t really trained to get into a bar fight, but damn if it wasn’t coming in handy. He finished with a powerful drop kick in the aasimar’s solar plexus, sending him staggering back against the bar, breath torn from his lungs.
Basil breathed heavily, as his cousin slumped, then swore as Karna got his feet under him, and pulled his head up still more than ready to go. He swore louder as Karna gripped the sides of the bar, and tore the granite countertop off of it, swinging it at Basil like an improvised weapon.
Basil leapt, running along the side of the countertop as it smashed through everything it came across. Fortunately, it was swung high, missing the unconscious clubgoers, and shattered when it hit a load bearing column, though that cracked ominously. Basil landed on his cousin, spines biting into him and wrapping around bones to anchor the assassin. He’d seen a similar technique used by velociraptors when they hunted, using their massive claws to hook onto larger dinosaurs. Once attached, the smaller reptiles would begin to eat their prey alive. He wasn’t planning on biting Karna though, instead he raised up his boot and began to stomp his cousin’s face, over and over and over again, desperately trying to bring the berserk paladin down before he brought down the building!
Karna flared his wings and soared upwards, slamming both himself and Basil into the ceiling. Basil fell off, and Karna grabbed him by the face. He slammed them both down into the floor, smashing Basil’s head into the ground once, twice, three times, then threw him with enough force to scatter blood across the entire club and snap the assassin’s neck. He watched as Basil hit the pole the dancer had been, ahem, performing with, and his illusion vanished.
Horror overtook him as he saw Basil’s true form break in two, snaped apart by the force of the impact, and fall like so much meat onto the stage. He rushed forwards, hands shaking as he realized what he’d just done. He reached for Basil’s head, bloodied and broken. But his hands went through him. His emotional pain was then matched by physical pain, as he felt a steel stripper pole strike him directly between the legs.
Basil didn’t let up, as he dropped the illusion and his invisibility, and beat his cousin into the ground with the broken pole. He went for joints, broke ribs, hit below the belt with every opportunity and he did not stop. He didn’t know what it was going to take to put Karna down but he did know that if Karna got back up, he was actually going to die. It was nothing but the good fortune of his unusual anatomy that had kept him breathing with a broken neck, and his healing magic to allow him to ever get up again. He wasn’t going to get another chance, and so he beat down his cousin until the pole was bent beyond all recognition and the stage was slick with golden blood.
When he finally stopped, Karna was finally, mercifully, down. Basil knelt by his side, mending him enough to make sure he could be moved safely, though not enough to bring him back into consciousness. The patrons were beginning to stir to consciousness. With a grunt, he picked up his friend, hoisting him over his shoulder, and covered both of them with a spell of invisibility.
Slowly, shakily, he retrieved his and Karna’s weapons, erased both their names from the registry, and slipped away as people began to regain consciousness and the police arrived. Then, he began the slow, tired business of carrying Karna back to his house. He grumbled as he went. “You are far too skinny to be this heavy, and put up way too much of a fight for me to need the extra weight of lugging your ass out of here. You stupid overpowered twink.”
Karna woke up with a splitting headache, and a slightly less splitting everything-else-ache. Paladin healing factors worked wonders, but if you took a beating that was going to make you ache for a week, you were going to ache for a week. He remembered what happened, and started to wish he didn’t. “Oh fuck. I nearly killed Bas. And… yeah, the rest of the club. I’m not going to be allowed back there.”
He rolled off his couch and got a drink, of water this time. He looked at his liquor cabinet, walked over, opened it, and grabbed a bottle. He emptied it into the sink. Then he emptied the rest. He looked down at the drain, drew in a deep breath, and focused himself. “I need to apologize. I need to talk. I need help. And I need to get my life back on track.” He resolved. “I can’t let that happen again.”
He clenched his fists, and opened them again, hands still shaking. There was a knock at the door. His first thought was that it might be Basil checking on him. The next though was that it was the police. His third thought was that it was Basil, and the police. Well, either way. Apologies would be made, he might just also need to call a really, really good lawyer, and probably a bank to take out a loan to pay all that property damage.
He opened it, and saw another aasimar looking back at him.
”Hello Karna.” Alexander replied. “I heard you had something of a rough night, powers going out of control, a rather ugly bar fight, that sort of thing?”
”Yes. How long am I going to be in jail for?” Karna asked.
”Not at all, I’ve covered the damages and fortunately, nobody has any memory of last evening. Dominion Flare has that useful side effect.”
”Dominion Flare? What I did has a name?”
”Of course. It is your inheritance after all.” Alexander mused. “Though, you might be the first one to awaken it while drunk, though you’re not the first to cause some degree of damage with it. These things happen, it simply requires training.” He looked Karna squarely in the eye. “And beyond that, I strongly suspect you may be looking for some help getting yourself back on track.”

hi guys! i just wanted to share my experience with this app since i know it gets a lot of doubt. it absolutely does work. here are responses i’ve gotten that were accurate and freaked me out.
after my father died
“i seen u sucking d*ck in the morning for that norco”
i absolutely did do that. my husband and i left our phones in the bathroom when that occurred so it couldn’t hear us talking ab it (joking around, i had an injury and my husband was jk, i’m not a drug addict lmao)
my husbands grandfather opened the door to his back door and i had it on, immediately without him saying anything
“that’s the old man, man that n**ga talks too much!” he does, lol. my dad used to hide in his car not to pass him on the way upstairs to my apartment lol.
my mom was in a nursing home, i had to pull the plug
“you promised you wouldn’t take mom off, but i forgive you.”
he did make me promise, i didn’t even have the same phone when he said that.
there’s more with him but you guys get the point. it also calls me a brat all the time which was my dads fave thing to call me.
mom dies
“my beautiful big red, i’m sorry i didn’t show you enough love”
never talked about that out loud. or texted about it. only my mom called me that.
husband just died by suicide
“babe i love you, i’m sorry, i though it would break with my fatass”
he hung himself…
“please tell our son i love him, never let him forget dada loves him”
it calls me “babe” all the time now, never did before.
“baby i miss you, i’m sorry i left you guys, i made a mistake, you have to be strong, remember we talked about this”
it says “i’m sorry” like 50 times per session now.
“i made a mistake” a bunch of times now.
“thank you for playing my song at my funeral, you kept your promise baby” (me asking what song to test it) “electric feel” which is correct. i left my phone in the car bc i can’t silence it. i used my MIL’s phone to play the song.
“this is fucking awesome! can you hear me baby?”
“that was me that touched your head last night, i laughed when you smacked your head. it’s just me” this did happen, i smacked my head thinking it was a bug or something.
“i lay down with you and (sons name) every night. he stole my favorite pillow” which he did lol.
“nice spider-man doll” i didn’t know wtf this meant until my MIL came home with my son. she bought him a spider man doll.
i’ve also tested it while driving. the person in front of me had a pineapple on their license plate, i asked them what it was and it said pineapple. phone was face down on my seat and i never picked it up while that person had just turned in front of me. sometimes i’ll hold up a random ass object and ask what i’m holding, it’s correct every single time.
so, despite some doubt at first i just can’t explain the really specific responses i’ve gotten. it does repeat some random words i’ve noticed like blood and demon but i can’t explain the other stuff. i’d love to hear other peoples experience!
edit: my terrible formatting

Venue: XL Center (Hartford, CT)
Attendance: ~8900

Winner	Loser	Match Finish	Stipulation
Becky Lynch	Sonya Deville w/ Chelsea Green	Man-Handle Slam	MitB Qualifying Match
GUNTHER w/ Imperium	Kevin Owens w/ Sami Zayn	Roll-Up following Imperium brawl with Sami
Ronda Rousey and Shayna Bazler	Kayden Carter and Katana Chance	Kirafuda Clutch
Ricochet	Shinsuke Nakamura	Double DQ when Bronson Reed attacks both men
Zoey Stark w/ Trish Stratus	Natalya	Z-360
Indus Sher w/ Jinder Mahal	Shelton Benjamin and Cedric Alexander	Referee Stoppage
Seth Rollins (c)	Damian Priest	Curbstomp	For the World Heavyweight Championship

IMPORTANT NOTES

• Kick-Off with Seth Rollins making his way to the ring and welcoming us to Monday Night Rollins and says the last week has been a non-stop par-tay before thinking to himself when was the last time they had a World Title match on Raw. He had to go all the way back to two years ago and says that is too damn long so he put out for the call for an open challenge which was answered by the Judgement Day's Damian Priest. Seth admits he's kinda excited for it since he wanted to fight the best, and love them or hate them, The Judgement Day are as as good as it gets and he's looking forward to showing them that as good as they are they just ain't him. The Judgement Day come out to interrupt with Finn and Damian walking down the ramp and Seth wants to know where Rhea and Dom are out wondering if they're gonna jump him from behind or making out somewhere. Priest says Dom and Rhea has their own business to take care of and Seth says he's sure they do before asking why Finn and Priest have to go everywhere and ask if they even gotta hold on together when they go to the bathroom. Finn calls him funny but says no one is gonna be laughing when Priest beats him for the title tonight. Damian admits that he thinks Seth is a deserving champion and he's beaten everyone he's been in the ring with, but so has he. Damian says he never knew when this opportunity was going to happen so he is taking full advantage and he doesn't need Finn, Dom, or Rhea to take care of Rollins. Seth tells Priest if he's so confident then why doesn't he put his money where his mouth with and leave his crew in the back and suggests it may be better if he leaves Finn in the back since he usually can't handle a fight with him. Finn tells Seth that he doesn't dictate how they roll but Priest interrupts to say he's fine with the stipulation because either way he's leaving tonight as World Heavyweight Champion and put a short end to Seth's title reign. Seth says he's looking forward to it, and even if the reign ended tonight it'd still be much longer than Finn's was.
  
• Kevin Owens and Sami Zayn are interviewed backstage about what happened on Smackdown. Sami says he isn't the one to say he told you so but he's glad to say the Usos do what they should have done months ago, well at least Jimmy was able to but hopes Jey follows suit. They are interupted by Kaiser and Vinci, Ludwig says that the Bloodline is no longer their problem, Imperium is. Kevin goes on a rant saying that they told them already last week to not appear when they aren't asked. GUNTHER appears and tells Owens he needs to control his temper. Owens says he'll show him how much he can control it and challenges him to a match right now and storms to the ring.
  
• Backstage Matt Riddle says he's tired of seeing GUNTHER cheat week after week and says if it wasn't for Kaiser and Giovanni he would have lost the Intercontinental Championship long ago. Kaiser and Vinci come by and demand to know how dare he degrade GUNTHER's good name and asks Riddle what he's going to do about it before shoving Riddle. Riddle grabs Vinci and flips him over the crates before grabbing Vinci's leg and locking him in an ankle lock until officials come by to pull him off.
  
• Backstage Shayna Bazler says they manifested this a decade ago when they were still in the octagon and Ronda says they are finally going to legitimize the titles and want to see anyone try and challenge them. Katana Chance and Kayden Carter approach them and say they're up for a fight but Ronda and Shayna both dismiss them and attempt to intimidate them. Ronda says if they have a death wish so bad then they'll get their baptism by fire.
  
• Ricochet is shadow-boxing backstage when Bronson Reed approaches and calls him lucky for qualifying for Money in the Bank when he rag dolled him two weeks ago. Ricochet says it wasn't luck that he beat a former world champion and Bronson couldn't get the job done against Nakamura. Bronson says he was dominating Shinsuke until but is cut off by Nakamura saying until he beat him. Bronson walks off as Ricochet tells Nakamura he respects him but that won't change things tonight or at Money in the Bank.
  
• Backstage Chad Gable says Otis is the reason they came together with Maxine Dupree and Maxine says Otis is what made her realize their true potential but wants to know what that Viking troll. Chad tells her that he has a plan to train Otis to deal with the Viking Raiders and is having him read up on Viking literature but he is also going to teach her how to deal with Valhalla and tells her to get changed so they can train.
  
• It's time for Miz TV! Miz says he knew once he heard about the World Title match that tonight would be special so he had to secure a special guest and welcomes out Cody Rhodes. Cody comes to the ring and Miz says he looks dashing tonight before getting down to business. He says last week Cody listed all the cities he'll be in and challenged Brock Lesnar, the same man who broke his arm, to a fight? Isn't that kinda stupid. Cody says Mike is coming right out of the gate with it. Miz corrects him that in this ring he is The Miz thank you. Cody says he hadn't heard it been called stupid, he heard it called crazy, gutsy, and required balls which Miz knows a tiny bit about. Cody says since we all know Brock is on his yearly vacation so he has a feeling he won't be seeing Brock for a while but he will be waiting every week for him. Miz says he has a surprise for Cody, another multi-generational superstar who can know exactly what Cody goes through and introduces the one and only Dominik Mysterio who makes his way down with Rhea Ripley. Miz starts to talk but Rhea tells him to be quiet and Miz complies before she hands the mic to Dom. Dom attempts to speak but is booed out of it, Cody sarcastically asks for them not to boo Dom and Rhea demands that they show some respect. Dom powers through the boos to say that he listened to Cody talk last week like he was the big dog but compared to someone who did hard time he's just a birdie with a broken ring. Then he heard him list off all the crappy towns he'll be at and it made him realize that Cody is a bad father who'd rather be out waiting for Brock than at home with his daughter and says him a dead-beat just like Rey. Cody says he has a lot of empathy for the 15 minutes Dom spent in prison and calls that real hard time and says Dom ended up with a worse prison tattoo than he did. Then at Wrestlemania he didn't have a match at Rey, he had a public spanking. Cody admits that it is true that Rey made some terrible mistakes in his life, because he's looking right at one. Dom goes to leave but then smacks Cody as he's looking down and then hides behind Rhea as he taunts Cody and Ripley challenges him to take a shot. As Dom and Rhea retreat up the ramp Miz tries to hug Cody but instead Cody knocks him with a forearm from his titanium cast.
  
• Backstage Paul Heyman invites us to join him to join him this Friday when family drama will play out as Jey Uso makes his historic choice. As a wiseman he must at times deliver unpleasant news even if it is to Roman Reigns, and this is some unpleasant news. This will tear apart the Anoai family when Jey makes the right choice to stand by his brother...Solo. Heyman says you can share a womb with Jimmy but he will never be closer than with your Tribal Chief Roman Reigns, and says this Friday Jey will acknowledge that fact, or else.
  
• During the main event Finn attempts to blindside Seth on the outside but Rollins is able to super kick him off. Priest asks Finn why he's out there before re-focusing on the match. Following the end of the match Balor enters the ring to stare down with Seth.
  

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Hey GAS, as most of you have realized, some pretty big stuff has taken place since our last Info-dump. we’ve been wanting to do another post like it since then, but unfortunately the amount of insider information we’ve received has just not been enough, so instead we’ve decided to make a timeline of recent Ye news you may have missed. But first, the little information we have received from insiders is:

• Essentially everyone that is working on anything related to Ye or YZY have been obliged to sign multiple NDA’s, which explains the lack of insider information, but is also a sign something big is in the works.
  
• Ye has been working on both music & fashion on an extremely frequent basis, with not only legendary Yeezy designers, but also legendary producers/artists.
  

That’s just about all the information we can share as of now, but if anyone has any legitimate information you think is worth sharing, alongside solid proof to back up your claims, please DM any of us in the Mod team or the mod-mail.
Now for the timeline:

• (03/03/23) Several YE24 related characters announce the campaign is over with, alongside reputable insider HeavenorHell. After these news, Ali Alexander kept pretending he was still working with Ye, but eventually that was proven to be false.
  
• (03/06/23) Ye makes his return on Instagram after a 3 month hiatus.
  
• (03/10/23) Ye is spotted with designer Guillermo Andrade.
  
• (03/14/23) Jay Electronica makes a series of tweets referencing Ye, including one saying “He can’t wait for what Ye has in store”. Jay also liked a tweet of someone asking for a “Ye Electronica Album”
  
• (03/16/23) Shenseea hints she is working on something with Ye on an interview with billboard.
  
• (03/16/23) Ye is spotted at the movies with producer 88 Keys.
  
• (03/17/23)Consequence hints at an upcoming Ye & Ghostface Killah remix of “Bloodstain”.
  
• (03/17/23) Ye collaborator Albe Back posts a picture of himself alongside 88 Keys and Ye, captioned “ Back to work.” Irko, who mixed Donda, commented “Oh yes” on the same post.
  
• (03/17/23) SSC Choirmaster Jason White is doing some work in a studio.
  
• (03/21/23) ChaseSeesGhosts hints at YZYSZNX being worked on.
  
• (03/22/23) @kanyesposts says that Ye is in “business mode” and to expect big things to come.
  
• (03/22/23)Nate Dae also alludes he is back to work with Ye.
  
• (03/25/23) Ye makes his infamous “21 Jump Street” post on Instagram.
  
• (03/30/23) Albe Back posts a picture of himself with Ye.
  
• (04/01/23) Ye posts an Adidas executive on Instagram but quickly deletes his post.
  
• (04/01/23) US Weekly claims Ye & Bianca are designing a collection of clothes together.
  
• (04/04/23)Malik Yusef confirms Ye hasn’t left music behind and that “We working”.
  
• (04/06/23) Donda Doves coach posts a calendar that shows things like “Camp Donda” and “Donda League” are in the works.
  
• (04/09/23) Fivio Foreign teases now released track “Concussion” on IG.
  
• (04/10/23) Jaylien says big things are happening behind the scenes and to expect announcements soon.
  
• (04/15/23) Another article states Ye is focused on his creative endeavors and is 100% done with politics.
  
• (04/19/23) Ye makes a final post on Instagram announcing he is deactivating his account.
  
• (04/19/23)Nate Dae comments “Album Mode” on Ye’s Instagram post. Nate is currently not working on any music for himself.
  
• (04/19/23) Malik Yusef says to stay tuned for information on the return of G.O.O.D. Music.
  
• (04/21/23) Ye makes his first public appearance since Alex Jones at Jerry Lorenzo’s FOG Fashion Show alongside Bianca.
  
• (4/27/23) Ye holds castings for YZY from May 27th-31st.
  
• (04/27/23) Designer daf is confirmed to be working on YZYSZNX.
  
• (04/28/23)Reputable insider info claims Ye is looking at Madison Square Garden as a potential venue for some sorts of event.
  
• (04/28/23) Ye pulls up to the YZY castings.
  
• (04/28/23)Lil Vic shares what is potentially a new Ye snippet on his story at the YZY Castings.
  
• (04/29/23) Chey posts a snippet of a new Ye song at the second day of YZY castings.
  
• (04/29/23) SSC director Jason White says he misses Sunday Service and is cooking something to bring it back.
  
• (04/30/23) Chey posts herself at day 3 of YZY castings, where unreleased Ye x Rich The Kid track “Plain Jane” plays in the background.
  
• (04/30/23) We get the first look of what seems to be a prototype of the YZY sock shoes.
  
• (05/03/23) Ye holds a surprise “YZY FREE” show.
  
• (05/03/23) Ye pulls up to the “YZY FREE” show.
  
• (05/03/23) Killagram posts Ye’s potential studio setup.
  
• (05/04/23)Ye files a trademark for “YZY SOCK SHOES”.
  
• (05/04/23) Ye holds a private movie night and invites a good friend of his.
  
• (05/06/23) Ye gets his teeth gems worked on.
  
• (05/07/23) YZY associate Fargo confirms the “YZY FREE” show was just a prequel to YZYSZNX.
  
• (05/08/23)Ye spotted with Tony Williams.
  
• (05/13/23) Ye holds a YZY “Rave”.
  
• (05/13/23) Mowalola posts Bianca’s outfit from the YZY Rave.
  
• (05/15/23)YZY livestreams Sunday Service.
  
• (05/15/23) Ye is spotted at Sunday Service with Jaylien and CyHi.
  
• (05/15/23) A Vimeo account with an archive of recent YZY events, including construction on Ye’s Melrose “store” surfaces online.
  
• (05/16/23) Ye is spotted with designers Mowalola & Mark Seekings.
  
• (05/17/23)@YZY returns to Instagram to post a video of Ye’s recent Sunday Service.
  
• (05/17/23) Longtime YZY designers Steven Smith, Randall Yarborough, and Jelani, are spotted at the YZY studio.
  
• (05/17/23) John Alexander says Sock Shoes coming soon.
  
• (05/17/23)Arkangel posts Ye’s new haircut and tags Carti’s burner account.
  
• (05/19/23) Jaylien previews unreleased track featuring James Blake, “Always”.
  
• (05/20/23)New information surfaces claiming YZY HQ on Melrose is planned to become a store and multi-purpose space.
  
• (05/20/23) Ye spotted with Justin Laboy.
  
• (05/22/23) Ye goes to Dave Chapelle’s show in LA.
  
• (05/22/23)Betsey Johnson was in Melrose working on YZY.
  
• (05/25/23)Lil Durk reveals he recently visited Ye at a hotel he was staying at, where Ye made a full version of Durk’s album “Almost Healed”.
  
• (05/30/23) Digital Nas is spotted working at the YZY studio alongside artist Dina Ayada.
  
• (05/30/23) Aus Taylor, director of several Ye live shows, is spotted working at the YZY studio.
  
• (05/30/23) Ye holds another YZY movie screening.
  
• (06/01/23) Adidas sells part of their remaining Yeezy stock.
  
• (06/01/23) Fivio Foreign releases track feautring Ye, “Concussion”.
  
• (06/01/23) Fivio Foreign previews a new snippet of a Ye track likely titled “Hood Rat” featuring production from 88 Keys, and made April 2023, and Fivio records what seems to be a reference verse for the track on his mini documentary.
  
• (06/02/23)YZY starts hiring interns.
  
• (06/02/23) Designer Ian Connor is spotted at the YZY studio.
  
• (06/02/23) Dov Charney, founder of Los Angeles Apparel, is supposedly made CEO of Yeezy.
  
• (06/03/23) Designer Ilya is spotted at the YZY studio.
  
• (06/03/23)Ye visits Ice Cube at his house.
  
• (06/04/23) Ye holds a Sunday Service.
  
• (06/05/23) Pictures of what look to be Ye’s studio setup in his apartment are posted by one of Bianca’s friends.
  

Hey everyone, this is my first post here! Really excited (and nervous) to finally share some of my work with people.
Before I start the script I would like to give some thanks. The first goes to Messed Up Stories - Xena Alexander for encouraging me to try script writing. Second, I would like to thank Dream Audio VA for helping me with this account and pushing me to create it, and finally Wolf Z Row and Annie Almonde for encouraging me to finally post something in here. You guys have no idea how much I appreciate your help!
The idea for this script came to me because there are a lot of Kitsune speaker audios out there, but an almost criminal lack of Kitsune listener. Also, wouldn't pet play be much more fun if you actually were a pet? I think it would work best as a [F4M] but there aren't actually any phrases or words that establish the gender of either the listener or the speaker, so it might just be my lack of imagination as a more or less heterosexual male, who knows...
I am thankful for any kind of feedback, especially about the readability of my script.
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You are a young Fox Spirit, an awakened fox with the ability to assume a human shape and other magical powers. For the last few years you have lived in human society with only your lovely partner knowing your true identity. Life’s going more or less well, but today you had a rough day and arrive home exhausted.
Speaker: “There you are, darling! Welcome home.” *kiss*
Listener: *apology*
Speaker: “Don’t worry about the time. You already told me yesterday that you would have a long day today. I just didn’t expect you to come home this late.”
Listener: *explains*
Speaker: “It took longer than you thought? Did something happen?”
Listener: *explains*
Speaker: “Hm… I see… Well, now you are here at least and that’s the most important thing! How was your day apart from that? Are you feeling okay?”
Listener: *answers*
Speaker: “Society can be exhausting, I know. It’s the same even for me, and I have lived my entire life here. I can’t imagine how it must be for you since you only came here a few years ago.”
Listener: *adds*
Speaker: “Right, five years and 125 days. I couldn’t remember this from the top of my head. You foxes really are clever little buggers.”
Listener: *pouts*
Speaker: *laughs* “Right, right, I’m sorry. You are just clever. Not a little bugger.” *whispers* “Even though you totally are.” *normal voice* “Well, what are you waiting for? Come in or do you want me to drag you?”
Listener: *embarrassed*
Speaker: “You are so cute when you blush like that! And yes, I bet I could totally pick you up and at least carry you into the living room.”
[Short pause, footsteps]
Speaker: “Aaaaw… The moment you stepped foot in here, your ears and tail just popped out! Keeping them hidden all day must have been so hard. But you can relax now… By the way, do you notice anything different?”
Listener: *thinks, then answers*
Speaker: “No, not about me, even though that is very sweet of you to say.”
Listener: *another guess*
Speaker: “That’s right, I cleaned up a bit! It wasn’t a bother or anything. I actually got home very early, so I had a lot of time to kill while waiting for you.”
Listener: *notices*
Speaker: “What’s that smell? Oh, I also cooked a little something for dinner you might like.”
Listener: *uncomfortable*
Speaker: “Hm? Why are you squirming like that?”
Listener: *apology*
Speaker: “You already ate this afternoon? No, don’t be sorry for that! The food actually went cold already since I made it WAY too early, so I put it away for now. We can just warm it up whenever we want and it’ll be just as good, I promise.”
Listener: *worry*
Speaker: “Oh, don’t worry about me. You know how snackish I feel when cooking. I actually had a bit of the food while preparing and tasting it, so I can wait a little bit.”
Listener: *agrees*
Speaker: “Wow, this day must have really taken a lot out of you. I rarely see you this agreeable. Usually you would keep making a fuss until I make you shut up. Let’s go to the couch and cuddle a bit, okay? We can still eat afterwards if you get hungry.”
Listener: *agrees*
Speaker: “Great! Come on, Come on!” *aggressively pats couch seat next to them* “I like coffee, I like tea, I want you sitting next to me.”
Listener: *confused*
Speaker: “Oh, it's just an old nursery rhyme we often used back in preschool. It’s actually connected to a game that’s used to get to know new people, but what it comes down to is that I want you to get your cute butt over here and cuddle me!”
Listener: *obeys*
Speaker: “That’s a good little fox! Come here, lay your head on my shoulder and let me put my arm around it.”
[Short pause, scratching noises]
Speaker: “Oh? You don’t like me scratching your ears? Then you surely wouldn’t mind if I just stopped doing it, would you?”
Listener: *pouts*
Speaker: *laughs* “Oh come on, don’t look at me with those teary eyes. I was just teasing you a bit. You are just too cute when you get embarrassed like that! It’s okay, I’ll keep scratching you.”
[Short pause, scratching noises]
Speaker: “It’s okay, you can nuzzle your face into my chest.” *laughs* “It tickles a bit. But anyway, this day really took a lot out of you, didn’t it? You are almost never this clingy. It’s actually really cute. Maybe I should make you have rough days more often.”
Listener: *denial*
Speaker: “I was just joking, darling. It’s okay, don’t worry!” *kisses* “I would never do something so cruel to you. I’m sorry for bringing it up in the first place. Do you want to talk more about today? Let’s see, how about you tell me all the good things that happened?”
Listener: *thinks*
Speaker: “Really, nothing good happened? In my experience, no day is ever completely bad. It might seem that way because of one big event, but enjoyable things happen all the time. It could be something small, like eating something tasty, listening to a good song, or seeing a cute animal. Oh don’t worry though, you are the CUTEST animal I will ever see!”
Listener: *thinks and tells*
Speaker: “See, I told you it’s not all dark and gloomy. You can always find the good in the bad, you just have to look for it.”
Listener: *reply*
Speaker: “Yes, I guess it is very similar to the philosophy of Yin and Yang, now that you mention it.”
Listener: *mentions something*
Speaker: “If you want to see it that way, I guess. But saying that good days don’t matter either, just because they also have bad parts, won’t do your mental state any good. On good days, just focus on the good, and on bad days, also focus on the good.”
Listener: *rebuttal*
Speaker: *laughs* “Yes, it is pure hypocrisy. But that is how the world works, darling. You can only control how you perceive and influence it. So a positive mindset is already halfway to a happy life. Speaking of happy life, let me cuddle and love you more. Yes, that’s good, hug me just like this.”
[Short pause, scratching noises, maybe kisses]
Speaker: “Umm, darling? I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but you are kind of climbing on top of me… Aw, are you hiding your face in my chest because you are embarrassed to have me see it?... No, don’t get up! I like you lying on top of me like this.”
[Short pause]
Speaker: “I guess intimacy really brings out your fox nature, the way you are nuzzling your face against me like a cute little pet. Shhh, it’s okay, I don’t dislike it, as I have said many times before… Actually, I have a fun idea, but I don’t know if you’d like it.”
Listener: *listens*
Speaker: “Would you… like to do the thing we sometimes did when we just met? I mean, lying on my lap as an actual fox and letting me pet you… Come on, how long has it been since you last changed back into your true form? Nowadays you even sleep in demihuman form. I bet it would feel great to let yourself go for just one evening. It’s also perfect if you don’t want me seeing your face, because I still can’t read fox expressions at all.”
Listener: *hesitates*
Speaker: “What’s that? You don’t ever want to change back? But why? I don’t want to seem patronizing or anything, but aren’t you denying a part of yourself?”
Listener: *explains*
Speaker: “You are afraid that I would not like you if you did? Oh darling, no! I fell in love with every part of you, both the fox AND the humanlike! Why do you think I keep teasing you, petting you, and otherwise spoiling you like I would a pet? I want to make sure that you are comfortable being yourself around me! Of course, some things are more convenient to do in your human form, but that absolutely does not mean I prefer it!”
Listener: *happy*
Speaker: “So you see, please don’t worry about that stuff. I will never judge you for anything, especially not about that! Just relax and do what you want, okay?”
Listener: *transforms*
Speaker: “There you go! I really like your fluffy fur, I could just pick you up and nuzzle my face against you!”
Listener: *purrs*
Speaker: “Does that purring mean you’ll let me? Oh thank you, come here darling!”
[Nuzzling noises]
Speaker: “Who’s a good little fox baby? Yes, who is such a good little fox baby? That’s right, YOU are!... Yes you are! Such a good little fox baby!”
Listener: *bites*
Speaker: “Ouch, don’t bite me! Your teeth are sharp now… It’s okay, I’m not mad, please stick your ears up again. Oh, soft nibbling like that is okay… Okay, enough playing. Let me put you on my lap.”
Listener: *curls up*
Speaker: “Yes, that’s good. Just curl up in my lap and let me pet you. Here, I’ll put my hand next to your mouth so you can nibble on it if you want to.” *laughs* “That tickles a bit.”
[Short pause, petting noises]
Speaker: *happy sigh* “You know, doing this reminds me of the time we first met. When I found you injured by that hunting trap, helplessly lying in the rain. You were so scared back then, and it took you a while to trust me enough to let me pet you like this. And even longer until you revealed your true nature to me. I was so surprised when you suddenly turned into a human right in front of me. Until then I thought you were just a regular fox, and I didn’t even know fox spirits existed. I mean, you see them in east asian folklore and media from time to time, but I always thought they were just fantasy creatures, like unicorns. And before you purr or hiss anything, yes I know you told me that unicorns also exist for real. It’s a saying, you know what I mean.”
[Short pause, petting noises]
Speaker: “Anyway, I am really glad you managed to trust me back then. If not for that, I would have let the love of my life slip away back into the forest without even knowing. And you even led me into the forest eventually and introduced me to your tribe. It was so amazing to talk to the nine tailed foxes, these wise, ancient beings. The things they must have seen… I say beings, because they almost seemed divine, like they belonged into a different realm than us. Of course there were also younger fox spirits like you, who were less experienced. But to be able to see what you will eventually grow into… It was truly an eye opener.”
Listener: *yawns*
Speaker: “Aw, your little yawns are so cute, darling. You must be tired after this day. How about you take a short nap and a late night dinner when you wake up?”
Listener: *nuzzles hand*
Speaker: *giggle* “I’m going to take that as a yes. You just let yourself drift off to sleep while I gently pet you. Good night my lovely, cute, adorable, perfect, little darling fox.” *smooch*
[Outro, petting sounds, humming a lullaby]

Captain Khan of the UNISG second task force leaned on a windowsill and sighed. In the building ahead, the large greyish white apartment block, their enemy laid low somewhere. The famed stalker Strelok, who had been assigned as Khan's bounty target by his employers. When UNISG, the original one led by Major Hernandez, was liquidated, to Khan's dismay they had uncovered very little actual information he needed. But Strelok? He had been an advisor for official Ukrainian state researchers, and if the stories were true, he knew more about it than anyone else. Capturing him would be a jackpot, and Khan desperately needed one. His unit was a mere shadow of its former self, the blasted Redeemed had killed so many of his men, even his second-in-command Clarke had died in those reed-covered swamps by the crimson-armoured bastards.
Not that Khan really cared. Only Clarke and Bauer had been long-time co-workers of his, pushing along the Belt and Road initiative in Central Asia and dealing with potential hiccups in a very subtle ways, or running heavy-handed security on the mines owned by their benefactors in Asia. But neither was someone he considered a friend, in this line of work such was rare, and Khan was here merely to make money. The rewards were astronomical, but trapped here in an empty city, their allies having abandoned them and no clear way out even if Strelok was caught, Khan was beginning to wonder if those rewards were worth all this.
His clients wanted to gather as much information of the Zone and possibly blackmail Ukrainian authorities into co-operation, but every passing day a successful mission seemed less likely. Still, Khan was not one to give in so easily, he would see the mission through out of sheer boneheaded determination. Growing up in the vast and harsh Mongol steppe had not made him a quitter, and he had earned the nickname Khan among his peers for a reason. Khan sighed as Sergeant Němec entered the room to inform him of the squad being ready. Nine men left alongside Khan. They would have to be enough, for he did not know if their mysterious allies would ever return. Taking his rifle, Khan followed his Czech sergeant downstairs to begin the mission of a lifetime.
Not far from the UNISG hideout, Redemption squad that had caused them so much harm was on the move. And while Khan was not aware of his survival, the greatest menace to UNISG so far marched on with them. Never in his, admittedly short life, had Dimka been anticipating a fight this much. All the feelings of being tricked, betrayed and used built up to a crescendo of wrath boiling inside him, and Dimka could feel himself bursting from seams. Finally, after all this hide and seek bullshit, Dimka would face Khan in battle and hopefully kill him, avenging his fallen comrades and perhaps allowing him to find some information that made him, Sevka and Maus free men once more. Yet now was not the time to get all giddy with excitement over it, getting to that point would require winning the battle rapidly drawing closer.
"Dimka, you alright? You look a bit, eh, anxious.", Sanyok asked, walking beside Dimka.
"Sorry, it's just... We are so close to getting some closure. It's been so long that I've held my breath, being sure I would never leave the Zone alive."
"Ah, makes sense. Reminds me of the battle against Sin at the Generators, so much at stake...", Sanyok reminisced.
"And I missed it because of some Sin fucker decided to smash my arm to pieces! Suka blyat!", Dimuha groaned.
"You did get to mastermind a jailbreak of a century afterwards. And shoot bandits, which is super fun.", Dima noted.
"Aye, giving Livid the good news was satisfying, but had I been there at War Lab, perhaps... Perhaps Micha would still be alive.", Dimuha sighed, and Dimka could feel a shift in the group's mood.
"No, you would not. None of us knew what would happen there, and we all knew Micha's fate could have been our own. Had you been in his stead, we would still be inside that spatial anomaly.", Boris explained, and Dimuha seemed to ponder on it for a second before hesitantly nodding.
"Past is not something to dwell on too much. Hindsight is a wonderful tool but also a trap of thoughts and hypotheticals.", Meeker chimed in, having marched in silence beforehand.
"Robot man is right. There's things I'd wish I had done differently, but ultimately there's little we can change. Sometimes the best we can do is take heed from those events.", Rogue remarked.
"Indeed. And make those responsible pay.", Boris muttered quietly.
They continued on in silence, the conversation having turned sour for many of the veterans of the northern campaign. Dimka took the chance a look around him more carefully now, given that this could be one his last days in the Zone. They were travelling down an overgrown road, building blocks reaching for the clouds around them. A couple vehicles had been abandoned by the roadwalks, including a bright yellow DU-47 paving machine. Weirdly enough, moss had began to grow on parts of it, even those seemingly completely metallic. The Zone's flora was a wonder in itself, and especially out here in the Pripyat it seemed to take bizarre forms. Dimka felt some sadness about leaving, this truly was the frontier he had always wanted to find. But he had duties elsewhere... Or at least, he thought he had. Perhaps they would turn him into a desk jockey after this epic of a failure, Dimka pondered.
The scenery changed to a small park. There was interesting, cacophonic statue standing on a yard of a tall and dilapidated building. It was made with the finest Soviet visual styles, meaning it was as blocky as a gopnik's Lada and almost as filled to the brim with depression and broken vodka bottles. Boris signaled for everyone to spread out, and Dimka joined Sevka and Meeker on the left flank. They moved quickly through the bushy area, passing by a couple blind dog corpses. The gunshot wounds on them indicated that either Strelok's entourage had finished them off or the uninvited guests had made their way here before Redemption. Thankfully the former turned out to be the case, as a man in Sunrise/exosuit hybrid waved his hand at them. Seeing Rogue and Stitch among the squad, the man breathed a sigh of relief.
"Thank the Zone, we thought you were goners. Quickly, come inside, Strelok is on the second floor.", the man said.
"We're not that easy to kill. Ran into a few hiccups on the way, that's all.", Rogue replied.
"Like locking yourself into a metal closet.", Dima mocked.
"Alright Kamaz, let the others in but keep this one out. He is a threat to our sanity above all else.", Rogue ordered, and the stalker acting as welcoming committee scoffed.
After some back and forth insults and jokes, the entire group, Dima included, made it inside. Boris ordered Dimuha, Dimka and Dima with him to Strelok's hideout. On the way, Dimka noted that the legendary stalker seemed to only have two men with him, the Kamaz fellow at the door and Yakut, a man in a SEVA suit, guarding another entry into the building. Strelok was not a fan of security, or just confident in his abilities, then, Dimka wondered. On the second floor, Boris led them into a room where Strelok was sitting on an antique, ruined sofa. Dimka was quite surprised at seeing the legend himself, the man was nothing extraordinary by the looks. In fact, had Dimka ran into him in the Big Land, he would've probably taken the man for some lowlife, given his scrawny appearance.
"Boris! I am glad to see you again. I heard Rogue and Stitch got here alright, yet the international agent problem persists?", Strelok asked.
"Indeed. And on top of that, there is a Secret Service force looking for us and them here in the city. Led by Degtyarev of all people.", Boris answered, and Strelok's expressionless face contorted.
"I see. I'm fairly certain he isn't here only because of the interlopers. He's here to bring me back to the Institute.", Strelok sighed.
"Care to elaborate? What beef do you have?", Dima questioned.
"I deserted my post there. Too much oversight yet too little reaction to when I notified the higher ups of alarming development. The complacency of Ukrainian Ministry of the Zone of Alienation is incredible, I warned them years ago that the source of emissions could be utilized as a weapon and they repeatedly denied funding to an expedition to find it. So I took matters to my own hands. I am sure Alexander would have approved personally, but he also has to fulfill his duties. Now, it seems that those duties have brought him to capture me.", Strelok explained.
"If so, you can trust on us to keep your back. I respect the Colonel, but you and I are stalkers while he is a jarhead.", Boris said in a solemn tone, but Dimka did wonder that part of this declaration had to also be related to the two UNISG fugitives within the ranks of Redemption.
"I thank you, Boris, you are as steadfast ally as ever. I hope it does not come to violence, but if we must face him in battle, then so be it. But now, let us prepare for those... UNISG, was it?", Strelok said, and they quickly formed a plan based on Dimka's insight of Khan's character, Strelok's knowledge of the surrounding terrain and Dimuha's battle instinct.
Twenty minutes later orders were barked and battle stations mounted, but just as they were rushing towards the battlefield, an announcement on PDA network made all of the group's devices beep. Pulling out his PDA, Dimka looked at the message and a picture next to it. The SSU cross clearly visible on it, the message ordered Redemption and Strelok's group to stand down as the building was surrounded. Dimka shot a glance outside, seeing men in dark blue Berill and Skat suits mount up weapon's nests and sniping spots.
"Chyort, they got here faster than expected!", Boris shouted in anger and frustration.
"There's a launcher on them, get down!", came a shout from Yakut downstairs.
"This is your last chance. Surrender now and you will face no charges of treason.", Colonel Degtyarev's voice rang in the cold morning air.
"Do we resist? What do we do now?", Sanyok asked.
"Hold the line. Strelok, get the hell out of here, he wants you captured, but we may be able to bargain with him. Rogue, Stitch, Kamaz and Yakut, cover his ass.", Boris ordered.
"But the place is surrounded!", Kamaz protested.
"Not the tunnels below. I used them once before, and I checked this place before. There is an access hatch here. Stalkers, on me, we'll flee for now. Boris, I cannot thank you enough.", Strelok said, gratitude strong in his voice, and Boris only nodded.
"What now?", Dimka queried, looking anxiously at the outside.
"Now, we go out there and convince him that it's not worth his while to be fighting us.", Boris said, grinning, and Dimka gulped.
"That's in-...", he started, but the exoskeleton frame of Boris had already disappeared through the door.
Dimka watched Boris walk over the courtyard. The SSU agents pointed their guns at him, but lowered them once the familiar helmetless Skat-wearing man stepped between them. Degtyarev looked at Boris disapprovingly, as the hiss of his exoskeleton servos and powerpack faded between the husks of buildings. Boris raised his hand as nonchalantly as possible, stopping on his tracks a couple metres from the line of various special operative weapons.
"Good morning, Colonel.", Boris greeted.
"I presume you've come to surrender.", the secret service agent said, raising his eyebrow.
"Not really. You see, we were sitting here, on a picnic, and then you decided to pop in and ruin the fun. How very rude.", Boris replied in a mockinly paternalistic tone.
"Cut the crap, Boris. You disobeyed my orders, breaking the agreement we made in Zaton. And now you're actively helping a fugitive. I know you and Strelok have history, but me taking him back to the Institute is for the best of us all.", Degtyarev said, infuriated.
"I broke the agreement? Colonel, we agreed to be allies. Then you spat on that by telling me that my men were no longer welcome, after we had fought and bled for your cause. We have been nothing but loyal this entire time, yet we are discarded us the second we had done our task.", Boris retaliated.
"It was becoming harder and harder to keep it under wraps, especially when I had to bail your man out from Zhurov's custody. He lost a lot of good men in Cordon, I was in boiling hot water afterwards. But you are right, I should have been less blunt about it. And I apologize. But I also know you are stalling. As a sign of goodwill, hand over Strelok and your men can return to Meadow unharmed.", Degtyarev proclaimed.
"No deal. Strelok himself told us that he was merely shackled by the Institute, not allowed to combat threats to the Zone and Ukraine due to big shots withdrawing funding. Yet ever since coming to the Zone, he has led an effective raid against the resurgent Monolith, blocked Sin's grand plan and is now allowing us to finally cut down UNISG by voluntarily acting as bait.", Boris countered, adding the last point as a little white lie.
"That may be true, but I have my orders, orders which I have had to bend far too much already. I'm sorry, but it has to be this way.", Degtyarev sighed.
"Then it must. Cut me down then, for I will not abandon my allies. Unlike you.", Boris spat, and he could see even Degtyarev's facade of calm splinter slightly as he flinched at the insult.
Boris held his breath, knowing that death was staring at him from the rifle barrels of Degtyarev's men. The colonel hesitated, torn between duty to the government and personal feelings towards the inhabitants of the Zone. It was as if he was reconsidering the entire fabric of his being, and what he had actually been sent to the Zone to do. Boris would never learn what his decision had been, as the rightmost SSU agent was struck by a bullet cracking his helmet open. Two grenades landed on the feet of the group, and Boris lunged onward by instinct, kicking one of them further away. The blast from the other one tossed him to the side, his Absolver armour sheltering him and the special forces operators from worst of the blast. They were disoriented and stunned by the explosion, however, and gunfire rained on them. Two more SSU agents died, when Boris began pushing them towards the building, out of the fire.
"It's UNISG, they found us!", Boris shouted over the fire as the six survivors of the ambush darted across the yard towards the building.
Sniper fire struck the ground around them, and finally the foes showed themselves. Two UNISG troopers from Khan's squad, clad in looted Monolith Nosorog armour, jerked upwards from a nearby basement and began advancing. Their movements betrayed inexperience with exoskeletons, moving too quick and risking injuries to themselves or others around them, but the venerable armours would still protect them greatly. Dimuha led a charge out of the building block to buy some time for the retreating SSU, Sanyok and Sevka blasting at the UNISG stormtroopers while Dimka, Dima and Meeker kept the heads of the snipers down. The Nosorog battleplates took a beating, but given that their armour was thicker than a renegade with brain damage, they continued on unhampered. One flicked the launcher sight on his rifle and took aim, Dimka realizing a second too late what he was attempting to do.
"Grenade, spread out!", he screamed, but just that second he saw one of the SSU agent's Skat armour take a direct hit.
Dustcloud settled over the entire yard, and gunfire continued. Through it, Boris emerged to the half-circle formed by Dimuha's trio, dragging Degtyarev behind him. Another SSU agent limped out of the blast zone as well, holding a butchered but alive operator alift. Rest of the UNISG force had appeared, and they now pushed over the yard. Dimuha's armour took a hit, yet he soldiered on despite a broken rib and kept shooting at the advancing Nosorog pair. One of his shots lodged itself between the ceramic plates, keeping enough momentum to break through and strike the man's heart. Sergeant Němec breathed his last sigh and fell down.
"Fall back inside, we can't fight them in the open at this state!", Boris ordered as Degtyarev started to come back to his senses.
"We were fools, letting ourselves get ambushed like this.", the colonel muttered.
"Well you are special forces, alright.", Dimuha growled and shot his last burst as the machine gun ran dry.
They stumbled inside, where Meeker took the wounded SSU trooper further in for emergency treatment. Seeing the ex-Monolithian after such a long time, Degtyarev gave him a slight nod and Meeker smiled faintly. The others took positions on the windows, trying to remain in cover while the building was peppered by bullets. Dimka tried to spot Khan among the attackers, but the swarm of angry lead mosquitoes made it difficult. The lone Nosorog trooper lumbered on, struggling to control the suit. Boris told Dimka to focus on him with the Vykhlop, given that it had the best chance of punching through, while the others kept pressure on the other infiltrators zigzagging between cover towards the defences.
Dimka did as ordered, waiting for the agent to make a mistake. He was clever about using cover, only exposing himself for a brief second, but his inexperience with the large machine wrapped around him showed. When darting between a broken car and the corner of commieblock, his exoskeleton shot upwards with too much force. Shocked momentarily by the strength of the machine, this second of confusion gave Dimka enough time to center the scope. Aiming between the breastplate and Spartan helmet, Dimka squeezed the trigger and felt the kick of his rifle. Blood spurted from the wound, and the man slouched down like a powerless automaton. Yelling triumphantly, Dimka cycled the bolt of his rifle and took another target. With the armoured spearhead of UNISG broken, their attack slowed down, giving the initiative to Redemption.
"Target left, Dima and Sanyok, hose it down. Dimuha, Sevka and Degtyarev, on me, let's counter-attack!", Boris shouted.
"Since when are you ordering SSU officers around, stalker?", the lone surviving SSU trooper asked angrily.
"Since when my men did not run into an ambush and require the assistance of the men they were supposed to arrest.", Boris retorted and Degtyarev groaned.
"We wouldn't be in this situation if you had surrendered.", Degtyarev commented.
"Or if you had allowed us to ambush the UNISG.", Dima replied.
"Shut the hell up, all of you, and let's drive the fuckers back.", Dimuha ordered in turn, and this time everyone shot back into attention, realizing the folly of bickering in the middle of a battle.
Boris' Absolver ran through the dust and smoke, followed by Degtyarev, Sevka and Dimuha coming out of the building guns blazing. Dimka managed to squeeze a shot between car windows into the shoulder of a UNISG rifleman, killing him on the spot. The shoe was in the other foot now, with three heavily armoured stalkers bearing down on the internationals' force, Sevka giving fire support behind the spearhead. Three UN troopers keeled over after a sustained barrage of sniper and shotgun fire, all the while Boris and Dimuha suppressed the others with their machine guns. Degtyarev was not idle either, having used the suppression to flank around using the dense bushes. He was now at the same monument Dimka had admired earlier, and his Abakan racked up a tally of two more spies when he sprung the trap. These two had been hiding behind a rusting hulk of a ZAZ car, when two bursts from the odd rifle struck them down. That was when a pack of blind dogs and pseudodogs burst from the foliage, attacking Boris' group. They had to redirect their fire towards the mutants, with Dima and Sanyok opening up on the last hideout of the remnants of UNISG.
Now, the last two UNISG troopers were visibly panicking. Having expected to smash the defenders in a calculated ambush, they had missed the Redemption squad in the building and paid for it. They took off in a desperate last ditch attempt to escape. Dimka was watching them through his scope, angling for a shot yet failing to get a proper view of them through all the junk and flora dotting the field ahead. He was sure Khan wasn't dead yet, and seeing the battle draw to a close, the hotheaded part of him let loose. Anger gripping him, he left the Vykhlop on the windowsill, grabbed his handguns and stormed out with vengeance on his mind. Dima yelled after him but Dimka was already far ahead, racing across the asphalt to be the one to strike the final blow. Memories of the betrayal, his dead comrades, the framing of his allies as traitors and the attack on the checkpoint in Jupiter flooded to his mind and quickened his pace. Gripping the guns, he made it past Boris, Dimuha and Degtyarev who were still fighting the mutants.
"What the hell are you doing?", Boris shouted to him.
"Getting my payback.", Dimka replied quickly and continued.
He heard Boris shout something more, but more gunshots masked the order. Dimka continued, unwilling to let his most hated adversary escape. The two survivors were running ahead, towards the grocery store, when Dimka opened fire. He was using both guns simultaneously, so the fire was as accurate as that of a drunk bandit, but using the time old classic tactic of "throw enough shit at the wall and some of it will stick", he managed to cut down one of the UNISG troopers. Bullet hole in his back, the man fell down face first like a ragdoll. The last survivor made it inside, jumping over the makeshift barricade and forcing the wooden doors open.
Dimka was hot on the man's heels, and soon stepped inside as well. Turning on his night-vision in the dark corridor, he found the store to be a mess of doors and small rooms. A proper labyrinth. He continued down the corridor, guns trained on any possible ambush location. But the further he went, the more nerve-wracking the experience became. He saw no sign of his enemy, yet every shadow, every dark corner, seemed to hide him. Then, crossing one corridor, three shots rang out and Dimka felt sharp pain surge into his brain like a sledgehammer striking it from the inside. Dimka dropped to his knees, blood flowing down his leg. Khan stepped through the door, where three bullet holes had now appeared on the old wood.
"Torodov? You traitorous bastard, you're helping the enemy?", Khan said in an astonished tone.
"You would know traitors, you lapdog. The blood of my comrades is in your hands.", Dimka growled.
"So? You're soldiers, we're soldiers, our task is to kill one another by any means necessary. You got bested, and now the last of your company of idiots will die.", Khan replied calmly.
"Wrong.", someone else said, and a shotgun blast struck Khan in the centre of his torso, tossing him against the wall.
Sevka stepped out into the corridor and saw Khan attempt to reach for a sidearm despite his grievous wounds. Dimka, wounded and bleeding yet still sound of mind, fired him in the limb. Khan screamed in pain and let go of the pistol.
"It's your company that meets its end here.", Sevka said, and raised the shotgun.
"Perhaps... But... We are not the only ones after Strelok. You'll... see.", Khan replied, barely able to speak due to the agony of his wounds.
Dimka had had enough, and his revolver fired once more. The last of UNISG infiltrators died with a simple sigh and .45 ACP bullet in his skull. Major Hernandez's men, the original unit of Dimka and Sevka, had been avenged. Sevka stepped next to his friend, stuck a stimpack into his arm and bandaged his wound. Once colour began returning to the Bulgarian stalker's cheeks, Sevka sighed and reprimanded his comrade.
"I thought you learned from that scuffle with Skull that rushing off alone gets you killed."
"I'm a slow learner, alright?", Dimka argued, grinning.
"That much is clear. Now, let's check his pockets for our "get out of jail free" card.", Sevka proposed, and Dimka nodded.
They went through Khan's belongings, checking through the various pockets of his Mk. II suit. There was little to find there, but in his backbag, there was a document detailing some of the mission parametres set by Khan's employers. The liquidation of original UNISG was mentioned among them, and Dimka also pocketed the encrypted PDA of the traitor, hoping that Maus could decrypt it.
"That alone should help, but this here might be a jackpot. Alright, Mr. De Luca, seems like we're off the hook now.", Dimka commented, shaking the PDA.
"Let's hope so. But what do you think Khan meant when he said there are others looking for Strelok?", Sevka asked.
"Those men in black suits perhaps? I wouldn't worry, they ran with their tails between their legs when we stormed the hideout yesterday.", Dimka scoffed.
Sevka nodded hesitantly, looking at the dead captain laying on the floor. Yet Dimka's comment was quickly revealed to be dead wrong, when the sound of a helicopter engine echoed through out the city. Outside, Boris and Degtyarev raised their eyes towards the sky, and the black helicopter they had seen leave before now approached yet again.

Hello all,
I have a client that wants to track his client's websites that show his site via an iframe. If I install the iframe onto a test site and view/interact with it, it shows no traffic.
The only time it shows traffic in the above scenario is if the iframe is on a site I also have access to the analytics from, e.g my own personal one.
There is no difference in the setup at all apart from the fact that I'm an admin on GA in option 2 and I can add data sources as my own personal site. If I do this, then the wanted result is achieved. My client sees the iframe traffic as a view of his actual web page.
So, essentially, two datastreams:
mysite (where I'm also a GA admin): shows the iframe traffic on the other site as intended. secondsite: (where I don't control GA access) doesn't show the iframe traffic as being a visitor.
Is there a way around this or is this to stop cross-site tracking?
Basically, the reason I need the iframe data to show on his GA's stats is because he runs 3D tours for clients and wants to be able to track the visits from his own site, plus the visits/interactions via an inframe from his client's site and provide the joint analytics to the tour owner.
I hope I've explained this well enough, apologies if I haven't but I can clear up any questions if necessary.
Thanks :)

Hello Reddit, I just want to start off by saying that it’s been several months (starting since 2023) that I haven’t been able to get a good nights rest in some time. It mainly goes on and off. Some nights I’m able to go to sleep without ease, and other nights I tend to wake up at around 1-2 in the morning and not being able to go back until 3-4. Clearly, I haven’t been happy with the way things have been lately and it’s getting to the point where I’m becoming depressed and even coming close to suicidal ideation. It doesn’t happen often, but I’m genuinely worried about my mental and wellbeing because of this. I do believe that there might be 2 things that might be affecting my sleep: naps and my next door neighbor.
Let’s start off with napping. It’s been about 8 years since I’ve began taking naps in the afternoon (since I was in high school) and initially it wasn’t bad at all. I took a nap for about 30 minutes for the day until I woke up and felt energize to finish what I had left in the day. However, it’s gotten to the point where I normally take a nap for around 1-2 hours (even 3 in extreme cases) before waking up and going about with the rest of my day. I’m beginning to feel that this routine is starting to deteriorate my sleeping schedule as it means that I’m missing out on trying to get some rest at a time of day that I shouldn’t be.
The second thing is that my next door neighbor has been playing loud music during the day. Now I should clarify that my neighbor doesn’t necessarily plays loud music at night, but the constant worrying of when it happens again is affecting my health. I do believe that my neighbor has been doing it for about a year now, and that sentiment has been shared by my other neighbors (although for various reasons). And, no, I don’t live in an apartment or condominium, but instead I live in a house in a typical suburban neighborhood.
I do plan on going to a doctor to see if they can find a solution to my sleep problem. I also want to mention that I’m beginning to “disturbed” by certain noises like a train rumbling by or certain cars driving by. I never had an issue with this in the past, and I’m wondering if it has something to do with the aforementioned issues stated above.
If you have any suggestions or questions that you may have in mind, please feel free to comment below this post and I will be glad to answer them for clarification. Thank you for your time and understanding, and I look forward to seeing what you think. Thanks.
Alexander

I park my car in the incredibly nice upper-middle class Huntington Beach neighborhood, just down the street from the ‘New Reality’ (editor's note: fake name) sober living I got kicked out of. I take a second to pull myself together while in the darkness. I’m starting to feel very weak, very frazzled. I’ve been awake for at least 60 hours straight now, and I’m well aware of that. It is 1AM. I can’t decide if I should get a hotel or not.
I am so weak. I need to eat. I need water. I need to sleep. My mouth tastes TERRIBLE – like I am decaying from the inside out. I need to shower. I am aware that I have many physical needs that go beyond my need for more drugs.
See how you feel after the next shot, Lonnie.
I text Kace:
Here
I pat my pockets, making sure I have two separate bags: a bag in my left pocket, which has my furanylfentanyl and clean syringes in it, and a bag in my right pocket, which has both their meth and their dilaudid pills in it. I do not want to sell them furanylfentanyl because I don’t want them to die in the sober living house that has already seen 2 overdoses because of it.
I get out of my car and lock it. I walk through the sprawling, meticulous Huntington Beach neighborhood full of spacious and decorous houses, heading towards the sober living, though I stay on the other side of the street. I walk past several houses, with perfect green lawns and perfect landscapes, walking past the sober living. I walk a few houses past it, and then cross the street. When I arrive on the other side of the street, I glance all around me, checking for surveillance.
I double back, heading towards the sober living. I cut into the side yard, heading for the side door that leads into the garage. It is already cracked open, just as we planned. I open the door just enough so that I am able to slide through. I see two phone lights on in the far corner of the big 3-car garage.
“Yo,” I whisper-yell in the direction of the phone lights. One of the lights starts moving in a circular motion, beckoning me closer. I walk up, moving as quietly as I can. It would be terrible if the house manager, Jack, came in here right now.
I pull out their bag of dilaudid and meth. I see a hand with money in it being held out in my direction. I take the money and replace it with their bag of drugs.
“Nice, thanks,” Kace whispers, as I count the money. It's right on. The phone lights move closer to the ground, so I move with them. I see 3 fresh bottles of water on the ground, just like I asked for. I pull out the bag of needles and hand each of them 2 clean needles, putting one on the ground for myself.
“You got the Q-tips,” I whisper, looking towards Kace. His hand is already outstretched, a Q tip in it. I open the water bottle and put the bottle cap on the floor, beginning to prepare my shot of furanylfentanyl as quietly as I can, while they break up their dilaudids. The phones are propped up on the floor, giving me an eerie feeling. I have seen this before.
Déjà vu hits, and something inside me works to flash me back to my horrible half-ounce psilocybin trip. I suppress the embodied, hellish memories and the feelings of absolute terror, doom, and panic by preparing the shot as fast as I can.
“Where are you going after this?” Kace whispers to me, while we all work. I don’t even know the third boy, I only know that his name is Shane, he is white, he came here from the east coast, he’s in his 20s, and that he came to the wrong place if he wants to survive and recover from his addiction.
“I might go get a hotel, depends on how I feel,” I whisper back.
“Well, take a piece of this, mix it in there, that’ll help,” Kace whispers, his hand outstretched with a shard of meth in it. Meth is Kace’s panacea. I hesitate for a second, only because I know that this meth came from Sloan, which means it came from Lucky, which means it is very clean and very, very strong.
A small amount added to my shot of furry would ensure that I could stay awake for a little while longer. Now that I am coming down from the 2-day cocaine binge and haven’t yet slept, I run the risk of passing out at any moment.
“Maybe I should, just to be on the safe side,” I whisper, before involuntarily watching my hand take the small shard of meth and add it to the bottle cap. I take pleasure in the fact that this is fresh water from a clean water bottle, a fresh cotton, a clean bottle cap, and drugs that I sourced myself and am familiar with.
Listen to you, Lonnie. This is your third day in a row, and now that you don’t have cocaine, you’re doing meth? You were chugging cough syrup, you went on a cocaine binge, now you’re doing some goddamn meth? The dirtiest, most disgusting drug on the planet? And you’re selling it to these poor kids, at their sober living? Shame on you.
I shake my head slightly, hoping to shut it up.
I push the limits in my preparation of the dose: adding meth to this shot enables me to add more furanylfentanyl than I normally would, since the meth will keep me awake and therefore alive. I look up from the phone light when I am done, and I am surprised to see somebody else is done prepping and has completed their injection before me.
“Whoa, god damn,” Shane whispers. I chuckle.
“He’s never done a dilaudid before,” Kace whispers. I can hear the smile on Kace’s face, even in the darkness. I don’t smile, for something terrible has happened on this night. Shane’s soul has been infected by another parasite, and I will burn in the deepest level of Hell for being the one that brought it to him.
“Can you light me up?” I ask. One of the phone lights turns towards me. I find a vein quickly and easily, though I am having to rotate injection sites constantly. I cap the needle when it’s done and lean back, putting my hands on the concrete floor of the garage behind me. I count mentally, and barely make it past 3.
Every cell that I consist of alights with the jolting electric euphoria of meth. My chest tightens with power and ecstasy. I feel electric light waves of raw energy emanating from my heart as my heart rate dramatically increases with feelings of excited arousal.
All weakness and negativity have disappeared from my body. I could fight a tiger right now. I should go play basketball right now. I’d be unstoppable. I’d win every game. Nobody else would even have a chance.
“Fuck, I hate meth,” I whisper, overly alert, my heart racing in my ears. Now it feels like the house manager will open the door any second. Police are certainly watching us. My heart races in nonstop anticipation; I can feel my heartbeat in my trembling hands. Only the massive shot of furry I did can prevent the paranoia from causing me to panic. I take solace in the sensations of peace and relaxation that underlie the meth high. My lady, the Opioid - even though She is the cold, robotic Miss Furryfent, She is with me. I have nothing to fear.
“Nobody hates meth,” Kace whispers.
“It’s too good. It makes me feel too powerful. It makes me feel crazy,” I say.
“Yeah, it’s awesome,” Shane whispers, as we watch Kace inject himself. There are a few seconds of silence, all of us waiting for Kace to get his rush.
“Shit, that dilaudid gives you a good rush. I forgot how good it is,” Kace whispers.
“I know,” I whisper back, before standing up. I walk to the exit, loath to be physically alone again, even though I feel lonely all the time. I wish I didn’t have to leave, but I know that this is another place that I am not welcome. The world is shrinking around me by the day. I am wearing out my welcome at the few places I am still allowed to go.
I need to go back to another treatment center, but life feels hopeless. More talk therapy, more 12-step meetings, more jail-rehabs, more vacation-rehabs – none of it has worked for me, and more of the same thing won’t help me. I am so hooked on these drugs; the drugs are a torrent, and every method of treatment is like a two-by-four piece of wood laying in the way. These drugs have my soul. Death is closing in on me.
“Thanks for coming out here. Be safe, brother,” Kace whispers, before closing the door behind me. I hear it lock, which hurts my feelings, even though I don’t blame him for locking me out. I’d lock me out, too.
I step out into a warm summer California night – back into a world that I don’t belong in; back into a world that doesn't want me.
Where are you going to go, Lonnie?
Not here. Anywhere but here. I start walking, and then start jogging across the street. Surprisingly, I feel no pain in my ankles at all. Jogging feels good. I make it across the street, and then keep jogging.
I jog up to my car. I open the door and get in it. I sit for a second. I check in on my body.
I feel amazing. I could run 3 miles right now. I feel great. I should keep moving.
I check in with my stomach. Although I couldn’t be less hungry, I know I need to consume some nutrients, even if they’re just liquid. I've been injecting cocaine continuously; I haven’t eaten a solid meal or slept in days.
I know what to do. I put my drugs and paraphernalia in the center console of my car. I get out of the car with only my phone, wallet, and keys in my pockets. I lock the car, checking it twice so it registers in my meth-addled brain, which is often riddled with unreasonable paranoia, that it is locked, and nobody can steal my drugs.
I start to walk away from my car, then stop mid-step. What if Kace or one of those guys comes looking for my car, knowing that it is full of drugs?
I am frozen with indecision. I notice I am licking my lips with overstimulation and force myself to stop my tongue. My heart is racing. I’m shaking with excitation. My brain is screaming at my body to do something, but I don't know what to do. They will certainly come looking for my car, hungry for more drugs.
You're being ridiculous, Lonnie. Nobody is going to steal your drugs.
I tell my feet to move. They won't move. I feel the urge to scream. I have to get away from here, I have to do something.
I start to jog again. I can get a quick workout in and get my brain to shut up at the same time. I start to jog, doing the old breathing trick I did when I was a kid trying to run the fastest 1-mile time in gym class.
I focus on my breath, to which I apply a specific breathing pattern. In, in, out. I jog, and I breathe. I jog, and then I jog faster, and my breathing sharpens – and then I jog even faster. I jog out of the neighborhood and onto the main road that connects these huge, gorgeous housing developments in Huntington Beach. I jog in the direction of a gas station that I know is just down the street from me.
I jog, and my mind turns to college basketball. I visualize myself playing in my mind, shooting 3-pointers and knowing that they’re in the hoop as soon as they leave my hand. I shoot a few more 3-pointers in my mind before losing myself completely.
The big, bright, lights, the smell of the hardwood, the sound of the ball bouncing on the floor and echoing off of every wall. The sound of solitude, and hard work, and everything that is good in life. The sound of the ball hitting nothing but net. Watching the net flip up after a perfect swish. I take myself back to some of my favorite moments playing basketball: back to Frederick, Maryland, where I scored 16 points on an overseas professional in a competitive men’s league game.
Back to West Palm Beach, Florida, where I got invited to try out for the semi-pro ABA team, the Miami Storm.
Back to Atlanta, GA, where I got made fun for doing ball handling drills with a tennis ball and then picked last, only to lead my team to victory several times in a row, scoring almost all of our points, winning in silence.
Showing up day in and day out, scoring and shooting and winning. Even when I was losing, I was getting better, so I was winning.
I press onward, jogging harder. I am going to play college basketball. Nothing is going to stop me. I notice that my shirt, which is drenched in sweat, is sticking to my skin. I peel my shirt off, barely slowing my pace. I glance up and to my right. There is a brown apartment complex. I throw my shirt in one of the bushes, making a mental note to get it out of the bush on my way back, certain that I’ll remember exactly how it landed in the bushes and precisely where it is.
I start to jog again, pretending that I have a basketball. I cross the invisible ball back and forth on the sidewalk, going out of my way to cross bushes up, crossing the imaginary ball hard and then going straight into a spin move. I lose myself in the movements. Thoughts cease, and there is nothing but my instinct telling me which dribble move to pantomime next against invisible defenders.
I stop. Why am I even going to the gas station? I should just get my car, go to 24-hour fitness, and play basketball for real. I turn around and start the journey back the way I came. I continue to run and do fake basketball moves on the shadow people. Finally, I find myself back in the residential neighborhood of Huntington Beach that my car is in.
I look around again. Is this the right neighborhood? Where am I? I walk around, looking for a landmark or something that I recognize.
There was something I was supposed to remember.
That’s right, I have to get to work. I need to find my car.
A white truck pulls up in the street next to me and stops.
That’s right, there’s a white truck coming to pick me up and take me to work! I walk up to the white truck, which has stopped in the middle of the road. Though the windows are tinted, I know that Todd is in this truck, and that he is here to pick me up to take me to Cinepolis for work. I pull on the passenger side door handle of the truck, so I can get in and go to work. The handle slips out of my hand when the door doesn’t pop open. The truck starts to drive away.
Why would Todd do that to me?! I look up at the sky. The sun is coming up? Shit, I’m going to be late for work now! I jog away from the truck. I need to go back to Todd’s house. I jog up to Todd’s house, which is the brown house right down the street. I walk up to the door and twist the doorknob. It doesn’t open.
Of course, it didn’t open, dumbass. Todd went to work.
I jog away. How am I going to get to work? I jog some more and start to feel sick.
Where am I?
“HEY! You left your stuff, like, way back there!” a random lady yells at me. I look at her, and then around at my surroundings. I don’t know where I am.
“What?” I yell back at her.
“You took your shorts off and left your stuff, like, way back there. I’ve been watching you. I think you should go home!” she yells, from across the street. I reach for my pockets.
I look down at my lower half. I have no shorts on. I am wearing nothing but black Nike compression underpants and basketball shoes. Realization strikes me like a thunderbolt: I have been running around in a state of meth-induced delusion for the entire night, playing with an invisible basketball.
I jog across the street, over to the lady.
“I’m sorry. I had a little too much to drink last night. Do you mind showing me where I left my stuff?” I ask, evaluating the woman. She is in her 40’s or 50’s, with long dark hair and a kind face. She has a small dog with her. He looks like a mutt.
“I figured. I was walking my dog, and saw you take your shorts off. I wanted to stop you when you tried to get in the truck, but I thought maybe you knew them. Then you tried to get in that house. You seemed very confused and out of it. Your pants are back this way,” she says, walking her dog down the sidewalk, back the way I came.
“Thanks,” I say, too embarrassed and ashamed to say much else. The sun is up. I try to walk naturally, like I am wearing pants instead of not wearing pants, which is a difficult thing to do. She leads me several minutes down the sidewalk, to somebody’s front yard. I see my shorts sitting in the grass in somebody’s yard, right by the sidewalk. I grab my shorts and put them on. My wallet and my phone are still in the pockets.
My keys. Shit, where are my keys?
“Do you know where my keys are?” I ask the woman, too embarrassed to look her in the eyes.
“No. I saw you take off your shorts here. I’ve been watching you, and I’m sure I’m not the only one. I wouldn’t be surprised if police are on their way,” she says, her eyebrows raised at me knowingly.
“Ok. Well, thanks for your help. I’m going to go. My house is in the neighborhood over there,” I lie, pointing further away from her and walking away. The word “police” forces me into action. I powerwalk until she is out of sight, and then I start to jog again.
Jog faster, Lonnie. Train harder.
No. I have to slow down. I’m becoming psychotic from overexertion, lack of nutrition, sleep deprivation, and methamphetamine. I have no drugs on me. I can slow down.
I force myself to start walking. I become aware, again, of my racing heart. It has been beating like this for days on end. It could easily explode and kill me at any second. Wait, when was the last time I did any opioids? The furanylfentanyl has been making me dopesick within 6 hours. I search my body for opioid effects. There are none.
I’m in the no man’s land between the opioid high and the withdrawal where I actually feel normal. The more I binge, the shorter the breaks become, and I’ve been binging, hard. If I feel normal now, that means I’ll be dopesick any second. I whine out loud. I want to scream up at the sky. My stomach starts to hurt terribly – it feels like it is bleeding.
I am dying.
I open my phone’s GPS and set it to my old sober living.
Shit, I don’t have a car key. I can’t get into my car! I call a locksmith, and then I start to run back towards the ironically named ‘sober living.’
I attempt to cling to reality.
My name is Lonnie. I am in Huntington Beach. I am going to Jack’s sober living, so I can do some fentanyl, so I don’t get dopesick. I did some meth, and I haven’t slept or ate in days, so I might hallucinate. Hallucinations aren’t real.
My name is Lonnie. I am in Huntington beach. I went to Florida for rehab for sniffing oxy, and I started to shoot dope. I came to California to stop shooting dope and picked up a meth habit.
STOP!
My name is Lonnie. The world would be better off if I were dead.
I start to walk. I can’t take this. I need some music. No, playing music would be suspicious. I start to jog again, trying not to think about my racing heart. I should focus on my breathing.
No, I can’t do that. That’s what made me go psychotic.
My name is Lonnie. I am going back to Jack’s sober living…

"show that the human form of the FOXP2 gene increases synaptic plasticity and dendrite connectivity in the basal ganglia. These results partly explain the enhanced capability of cortico-basal ganglia circuits in the human brain that regulate critical aspects of language, cognition, and motor control." Foxp2 Language Evolution
Cell FOXP2gene -(https://www.cell.com/current-biology/fulltext/S0960-9822(16)31081-8?_returnURL=https%3A%2F%2Flinkinghub.elsevier.com%2Fretrieve%2Fpii%2FS0960982216310818%3Fshowall%3Dtrue)
Enk(Ea)i- twin Serpent , the creator of mankind was the Genius-Scientist who tries twice to create a civilized man, until Ninmah tells him that they must add their likeness. Thus creating the perfect Man. It is when he put speech in their mouths that Enlil is enraged claiming they make too much noise,as you'll see this was the 1st cataclysm.Enki is the protector and teacher of mankind. He is essentially a god of civilization, and it was natural that he was also looked upon as the creator of man, and of the world in general. Enki Teachings
SacredTexts After his involvement with the original genetic experiment, his compassion for the plight of the Homo sapien (Man the Wise) his role shifted from genetic engineer to that of a freedom fighter. Because of the Romans(Enlils offspring) ancient text were edited, altered ,the Garden of Eden describes Enki & Ninti creating humanity at Ea’s headquarters. The House of the God of Water,Wisdom, fertility, known as the Great Serpent, the Garden was his 'den'. Naturally, humanity Would be born in Ea-Den. You will see from the text cited here, that it was Enki who created & then immediately fell in love with his creation. He earned & embraced the nickname of "Trickster', because being the wisest he tricked the other "Authorities"(Elohim- or Council of Rulers) for humanity’s sake.
"The bodies of Adam and Eve were overlaid with a horny skin that was as bright as daylight, like a luminescent garment".
In Ancient India this is also the description given of the Serpent people, benefactors & genetic engineers of humanity. (Bioluminescent i.e. they spontaneously emit light due to a chemical reaction in their body. This would explain the so-called “jewels of the Naga” that illuminates the netherworld. Bioluminescence is found in many deep sea fishes and other marine organisms like jellyfish, algae, bacteria etc., who emit light from their bodies that make the seas glow and glitter. This occurs due to the presence of a light-emitting molecule called luciferin, which produces light when it reacts with oxygen. Many organisms also produce the catalyst luciferase,
In both Sumer & the Jewish text we see the key role of the woman, who did nothing wrong, quite the contrary it is she who breathes the soul or psyche into man. Bit Shimti - "House where the wind of life is breathed in" - Ninmah is the proud mother the "essence" of the blood of a young Anunnaki male was mixed with the egg of a female hominid. The fertilized egg was then inserted into the womb of a female Anunnaki. When, after a tense waiting period, a "Model Man" was born, Ninmah held the newborn baby up and shouted: "I have created! My hands have made it!"[
Enki boasted, “A Civilized man I have brought forth. A new kind of Earthling from my seed has been created, in my image and after my likeness. From seed they from food will grow, from ewes sheep they will shepherd. For Gods, and offspring henceforth shall be satiated.“
In Genesis, it is understood that the Serpent speaks,and was of equal footing wth "God". We saw in the Nag Hammadi, and other ancient texts from around the world. He was also most notable, because he stood on 2 feet like man, and was even taller. The Sumerian term Annun-Aki meant 'tall ones', the height of the Serpent was equal to that of a camel. Chap 3 of Genesis the argument is given that man can't be one of US. He must not be allowed to eat from the tree & live forever". Even here you see they're brothers.
"Enki, the Lord of abundance, of trustworthy commands, The Lord of wisdom, who understands the land, The leader of the gods, Endowed with wisdom, the Lord of Eridu"...
It has always been Enli, the archons who aim to "destroy mankind in his psychological function". Later, it's Enlil who tries to force the other Authorities to keep the secret from mankind.
"Come, all of us, and take an oath regarding the killing Flood!" But as all the others took the oath, Enki resisted firmly. "I refuse. Why will you bind me with an oath?" he asked, "Am I to raise my hand against my own humans?" Meanwhile, our father Enki understands the importance of love and kindness to the raising of consciousness, he acts with kindness in defending humanity and dealing with all the life on the planet.
Ninmah The Ninhursag , an mother of humanity is shown with humanity at her breast.The priesthood of Sumer & Egypt were Dolichocephalic, like mother. the Serpent Cults today still maintains the pure bloodlines that were mandated after the deluge.)
She was the goddess of the stony, rocky ground, the hursag. The H symbol, i described at all the sacred "navel' sites, especially Göbekli Tepe, Puma Punku, has the same meaning. The serpent always represents spiritual wisdom, life and healing. The first symbols of serpents were attributed to Enki or NU.DIM.MUD (Nudimmud), "He Who Fashions Thing and then Ninhursag.("Whose House Is Water") . Nag hammadi-Origin of our World
The text describes Ninti 'let fall a droplet of light, it flowed onto the water, and immediately a human being appeared, being androgynous. That droplet she molded first as a female body. Afterwards, using the body she molded it in the likeness of the mother, which had appeared. This was Eve of Life namely, the female instructor of life. Her offspring is the creature that is lord. Afterwards, the authorities called it "Beast", so that it might lead astray their modelled creatures. (The interpretation of "the beast" is "the instructor". For it was found to be the wisest of all beings.)"
"Then each of them cast his sperm into the midst of the navel of the earth fashioned man with his body resembling their body.His modelling took place by parts, one at a time. And their leader fashioned the brain and the nervous system. Afterwards, he appeared as prior to him. He became a soul-endowed man"
"when the Authorities (Yahweh) had saw Adam/Eve transgressed their rule it came upon them an earthquake and a great threat, to see the result of the help that was give. Their eyes were blinded by him so they were not able to do anything to him. They merely cursed him, since they were powerless. And everything that they created they cursed. There is no blessing from them. Good cannot come from evil."
"Since that day the authorities knew that truly there was something stronger than they. They would not have known except that their commandment was broken. They brought a great envy into the world only because of the immortal human."
Enki possessed the secret of me, 'culture, civilization', which is the genius of progress in knowledge to lead humanity. He invented civilization for the people and assigned to each his destiny. He created order in the cosmos. He filled the rivers with fish. He invented the plough and the yoke so that farmers could till the earth with oxen. In the most recent thread you see each ruler from Egypt to Pharoah carries the plough, the Serpent Priest would assist the Pharoah who was in charge of a successful harvest. "Master Servant " was the Pharoah
"Enki made the grain grow. He is the father of all plants.” Of course he wanted his children to eat from the Tree of knowledge, With the Tree of Knowledge humans had the chance to figure out everything on their own in time, to be as equal or better than him, as any parent wants for there child. . Had they eaten only from the Tree of Life, they would live but not have been more the wiser.
Why should acquiring knowledge be a sin?" (the original sin) and comparing it to modern day observations ought to wake you up to the fact that you live within societal system that was engineered by the members of "God" to empower themselves while keeping those who live within it ignorant
The sacred waters of knowledge had a double meaning, it represents both the creationof the human body(mostly water) & it is talking about the water carried by the Sages in places like La Mana, Ecuador. This water has amazing healing properties, it is apart of ritual today in the Llanganates for visiting initiates. Indigenous elders working with the scientific community have had fascinating results. Electrum Water Hiv nanoparticles Silver "he interaction of nanoparticles with biomolecules and microorganisms is an expanding field of research. Wis. In this work, we demonstrate that silver nanoparticles undergo a size-dependent interaction with HIV-1, with nanoparticles exclusively in the range of 1-10nm attached to the virus"
The Dogon call our Master Teachers, The Monitors, Nummo also meanw 'to make one drink'(water of wisdom). The Hebrews termed these Watchers as nun resh’ayin, meaning “those who watch.” In the Greek this is translated as gigantes or giants, a race that even the 907 B.C. writer Hesiod featured as being monstrous (due to their serpentine aspect no doubt). Now we can understand the role of the giants 2 seen across the world of ancient script in respect to the presence of the Watchers.
The Apkallu, these priest of Enki i wrote about in the last thread, the genetic, archaeologicalevidence has shown R1b-V88 & R1b-M269 were associated with agriculture, cattle domestication, metal working, language, geopolymer construction, everywhere a Pyramid or Navel was Built the Mende/Yoruba & the Austro-Melanesian Pacific Islander Ghost Hominids dna dna is found. The Aunu/Anu people migrated across the globe. Göbekli Tepe The human ummânū is attested in the Uruk List of Kings and Sages, while other references to bird-apkallū are legion
The purādu-fish apkallū is principally attested in Berossus.These seven were each advisers for seven different kings and therefore result in two different lists, one of kings and one of apkallu. Neither the sages nor the kings in these lists were genealogically related however. Apkallu and human beings were presumably capable of conjugal relationships since after the flood, the myth states that four apkallu appeared. These were part human and part Apkallu, and included Nungalpirriggaldim, Pirriggalnungal, Pirriggalabsu, and Lu-nana who were only two-thirds ApkalluKundalini is the spiritual energy or life force present in every human being, located at the base of the spine.
They were believed to have apotropaic qualities, guarding the home from evil.Sages FigurinesThe three types of apkallū are portrayed, with the human ummânū at far left, the Nisroc bird-apkallū type in the middle, and the antediluvian purādu-fish type at far right.3 Apkallu
Remember that it was the woman who was Pharoah, her consort became king. Egypt, like most of the most sophisticated ancient civilizations were ruled by women. Ninhursags the Goddess of the stony, rocky ground that masons use to spiritually ascend higher, the H at Göbekli Tepe & Puma Punku represents mother. 'As above(ninmah), So below(Enki)'. The underworld was never a negative place before the Romans. The Pyramid, the Great house was the Woman's house. Sumerian text speak of the foundation being the stone & the water just as the Pyramid text of Saqqara. The Sumerian E.KUR - "House Which is Like a Mountain." Pyramid was put under the patronage of Ninharsag.in hymns shes recognized as mistress of the "House With a Pointed Peak" - a pyramid. CoffinText 313:Horus says "I created my Eye in flame, I made my Eye a living serpent". Remember, the serpent he saw was bipedal, always. As Robert Monroe reported in the Gateway Experiments.
"House bright and dark of Heaven and Earth, for the great ships put together; E.KUR, House of the Gods with pointed peak; For Heaven-to-Earth it is greatly equipped. House whose interior glows with a reddish Light of Heaven, a beam of energy of creation which reaches far and wide; Its awesomeness touches the flesh. Awesome ziggurat, lofty mountain of mountains - Thy creation is great and lofty, men cannot understand it"
'House of Equipment, lofty house of Eternity: Its foundation are stones [which reach] the water; Its great circumference is set in the clay. House whose parts are skilfully woven together; House, the rightness of whose howling The Great-Ones-Who-See-and-Orbit brings down the rest . . . Mountain by which Utu ascends. [House] whose deep insides men cannot penetrate . . . Anu has magnified it.
In the Testament of Amram 2 men who resembling Living Serpents were seen fighting over him in his dream-vision. Even in ancient Text later we see "battles of the Gods', but in the very beginning We see the genius, Enki described as a kind, amicable child ONLY gets aggressive when his brother comes to harm his creation. Most importantly, Enlil & his realized he was powerless when Humanity had Enki by their side. So, his campaign was to disconnect us from that knowledge starting with the Bible & the Inquisition, they killed,raped, burned all of the knowledge that had allowed mankind to thrive.. then stashes the rest away, keeping it from the people. Dagon Catholicism
-In Egypt Ptah as Ea/Enki (Sumer he's also a cthonic diety "The Artful Creator") and Ra as his Firstborn son.
After Anu, Enlil, Enki and Ninmah had fashioned the black-headed people, Vegetation that is fruitful they multiplied in the land... In the Edin they placed them..
The descendants of Ham ("He Who is Hot" and also "The Dark-Hued One").... correspond to the African nation-lands of Nubia, Ethiopia, Egypt, and Lybia as the core nations of African resettlement, again beginning with the topographically higher areas..They were the Dogon, Hopis ancestors.. The ancient Chinese or Bak tribesmen which dominate China today called the Elamites KASHTI. Moreover, in the Bible the Book of Jeremiah (xlxx,35), we read "bow of Elam". It is interesting to note that both Khaltam-ti and Kashti as the name for Elam, agrees with Ta-Seti, the ancient name for Nubia located in the Meroitic Sudan. Sumerians Had Dolichocephalic skulls Genetic Evidence for convergent evolution SE AsianElamites-Mandig](http://olmec98.net/ElamPersians.png) Semitic speakers of Akkad and the non-Semitic speakers of Sumer were both sag-gig-ga or "blackheads".Elamite language, is closely related to the African languages including Egyptian and the Dravidian languages of India. Alchemy as Taught by Children of Enki
Antediluvian Kings of Sumer were known as Kings of Kush".the major Kushite tribe in Central Asia was called Kushana. The Kushan of China were styled Ta Yueh-ti or "the Great Lunar Race". Along the Salt Swamp, there was a state called Ku-Shih of Tibet. The city of K-san, was situated in the direction of Kushan, which was located in the Western part of the Gansu Province of China.
Here we find the divine decrees presented by Enki to Inanna are those referring to lordship, godship, the exalted and enduring crown, the throne of kingship, the exalted scepter, the exalted shrine, shepherdship, kingship, the numerous priestly offices, truth, descent into the nether world and ascent from it, the music From the tree in the Mesopotamian depiction hang two pieces of fruit. To the right of the tree is the half-moon symbol of Ea; to the left is the planet symbol of Anu.
Lastly the pineal gland(pine cone). In India it is a stick of bamboo with seven knots… which represents the spinal column with its seven centers or chakras… It also indicated the spinal cord…while the serpents were symbolical of the two channels called in Eastern terminology Ida and Pinagala; and the fire enclosed within it was the serpent-fire which in Sanskrit is called kundalini." Even the natural behaviors of the pine cone have an esoteric meaning:
"as it ripens, the pine cone slowly opens to release its mature seeds."
This process is symbolic of the expansion of consciousness that accompanies the opening of the pineal gland and the awakening of the Third Eye. The metaphor is a valuable and stimulating mental lesson of an esoteric phenomenon that cannot otherwise be seen or explained since it occurs inside the brain..
The One sure way, and what's been happening wthin the last century especially is to keep knowledge away from the human race. If we as a collective are so ingrained in our beliefs, how can we ever be open to new ideas pertaining to the nature of reality?

PART EIGHT HUNDRED AND FORTY
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Friday
Tucker Portsmith’s head pounded so hard he felt like a blood vessel was about to explode behind his eyes. All week he had been dividing his time between trying to find out why he and Helen were no longer permitted to see Alex and doing what was necessary to distance the company from Dyadron to listening to Helen rail about the failings of Pensacola, the US Navy and him as a father and a husband.
He knew he couldn’t contact anyone in the Pentagon for answers. Not after NCIS Director Scott Dyson contacted him via a video call to tell him to his face to stop asking questions that wouldn’t be answered at this time. No matter how hard he tried to word it differently, to get even a hint of what was going on, the director shut him down. Hard. And then, he ended the call with a warning not to interfere. In any way. That they would contact him when they were ready.
Helen, of course, insisted he call the director back and demand the answers she wanted. She hadn’t taken ‘No’ well, but as much as she huffed and puffed, she would not budge him when his actions reflected on his business life. There were times to draw a line for the family and fight for what was right. When the entire US Military was telling you to stand down or risk going to jail and losing everything … that was not one of them.
Last night had been the first real night’s sleep he’d had all week, for they’d severed the last tie with Dyadron and were now completely clear of that nightmare. He might’ve had a drink or ten in private celebration of their achievements and promised Phillipa a steak and lobster dinner once a week for the rest of her life for her part in it. Right after he shook her senseless for not taking better care of herself. She’d been riding his backside about not overdoing it for so long it never occurred to him to do it for her. A mistake he wouldn’t repeat going forward, to be sure.
And now, he had visitors at—he squinted at the glowing timepiece on his side table—WTF o’clock in the morning! The pounding the door to the penthouse apartment took would’ve been heard throughout the building, made worse by the fact it was 5 am. He’d ignored the pounding at first, thinking Helen would answer the door, but when it continued relentlessly, he assumed she had already left to do one of her many daily workouts and dragged himself out of bed.
He tossed on a robe but forwent the slippers in his haste to reach the door. He tied the robe while in motion. “Coming!” he called because, of course, if Helen was gone, Donald would be with her, and he’d be alone. So far, that had suited him, as he’d been able to get a lot of work done without the interruptions.
He looked at the screen and was stunned to see four people crammed into the video image. Two in naval attire (he never did go into the whole who did what rank thing outside of Alex’s rank of Petty Officer) and two ill-fitting suits that made them either detectives or FBI.
The closest in a business suit had his fist raised to pound some more.
“Wait!” Tucker barked, unlocking the door from the inside and opening it just enough to stand in the way. “Can I help you?”
The plain-clothes person that had been beating on his door held up her badge for Tucker to see, along with a piece of paper folded into three, which she pushed into Tucker’s hand on his way past. “Federal agents. We need to conduct a search of your apartment, sir, and you need to step aside. We have a warrant.”
“A warrant for what?” Tucker demanded, opening the letter to skim the contents. In the central portion of the letter was Alexander’s name.
They’re searching for Alex?!
“Are you insane?” he demanded as the rest of them followed the woman’s lead and muscled their way in. “Alex is in a coma! In the hospital! Why …?!” And then his sleep-deprived, mildly alcohol-infused, aching brain kicked in, and he whirled on the people who were sweeping into the living room. “Where is my son?!” he demanded, storming after the four. He caught up with the closest one, who happened to be navy and went to grab her when her partner stepped between them.
“Don’t be touching her, sir. Just stand over there. This won’t take long.”
“Someone had better tell me what the hell is going on! How did you even get a warrant at this ungodly hour?! Based on what? That we’re his parents, and we’re here because he’s in a coma?!”
He watched them head up the hall and try to strongarm the first door, which was locked. “NO!” he shouted, trying without success to push against the man holding him back. “You can’t go in there!”
“That warrant says we can check everything, Mister Portsmith…”
“That room contains access to military secrets that I assure you are NOT on any goddamn warrant, and this says you’re looking for Alexander. That’s fine. I’ll unlock the door, go in first and remove my computer, and you can search to your heart’s content for a comatose patient who isn’t here.”
When the four looked amongst themselves, Tucker straightened and said in his most authoritative voice, “The contents of that room go way above your pay grade, ladies and gentlemen. If you force your way into that room based on the information on this warrant, I assure you, the Pentagon will land on you so hard your families will forget what you look like by the time they see you again.” He stood his ground, knowing he looked as intimidating as a homeless puppy in his robe, but nevertheless, there was a reason he never left that room unlocked.
Finally, the male FBI agent stepped back and gestured at the door. “Unlock it, sir. You may follow me in and collect your computer. I assumed it’s powered down?”
“Of course. My keys are in my bedroom. The master suite, third door on the left in a drawer that can’t possibly contain my son, so you have no reason to open it.” Since the agent was the first to listen to reason, Tucker addressed him. “Let me know when I’m clear to go in there and get them.”
The agent gestured for the sailors to move ahead of them, and when he came back a few minutes later, silently shaking his head, the agent said. “If you’ll come with me, Mister Portsmith.”
Tucker hated being directed like this, but until he could lay his hand on his phone and unleash the avalanche of lawyers that he had at his disposal, he wasn’t sure what was and wasn’t acceptable in this situation. It wasn’t often feds and the military joined forces on things.
He opened the drawer and collected his keys while his other hand holding the warrant palmed his phone off its charging plate. As they went back to the office, he snapped a photo of the insidious document and sent it to his lawyers’ cell phones. Yes, multiple, because it wasn’t just one senior partner that took care of their legal needs but three.
“What did you just do?” the female agent demanded, pulling Tucker’s hands apart.
“I just sent this warrant to my lawyers in New York. You’d better hope you know exactly what you’re doing because…”
His phone immediately exploded with incoming calls, which had him smiling caustically at the woman. Without seeing who had reached him first, he used his thumb to connect the call and put it on speaker.
“Who is executing the warrant?” Julian Santos demanded, his deep baritone voice filling the hallway. The federal agent gave Tucker a disgusted look and gestured at the closed front door.
I don’t think so, junior. “Four, Julian. Two feds and two from the navy. They haven’t specifically identified themselves yet, and they want me to unlock my office door…”
“Don’t you dare! The warrant only demands a search of your present accommodations. It does not include any rooms that fall under the banner of Portsmith Electronics. Those require a very different set of warrants that need to be issued directly from either Washington or the Pentagon, and I doubt you have those at the ready, correct agent?”
“We have the authority to search…” the male agent insisted but was cut off by the three-thousand-dollar an hour attorney.
“Do not unlock that door, Tucker. Even as we speak, I have people in Florida moving to have that search warrant quashed. It’ll be gone in just a few minutes.”
“Until then, this is a valid warrant.” The man turned and quickly gestured for the three with him to fan out, searching the penthouse apartment as fast and thoroughly as they could before the counter-injunction was handled.
Well, well, well. It seemed they were well aware of who they were squaring off with after all.
“Julian, I know Alex isn’t here. He’s been in a coma for over a week, and now they’ve lost him. If I go into my office and remove my computer, is there any harm in letting them search the office for Alex if only to make them go away?”
“Tucker, they’re not going away. The warrant gives them the authority to take you and Helen downtown for questioning.”
“What?”
“Don’t worry. As I said, we’ll have a full team ready to move before you leave the apartment, which isn’t going to happen until more security is on hand for your laptop. Is Donald there?”
“He’s with Helen on her run.” The fact he had been locked inside the apartment for days and only ventured out when he was with Helen and, therefore, Donald was not something he was about to get into.
“Fine. I’ll get your office to organise a security detail for you and your computer. Stay put, don’t answer anything until we get there, and for Christ’s sake, leave me on speaker.” Tucker heard several tell-tale crackles in the line to indicate others had been patched into the call but had refrained from speaking.
It was a strange thing, but in Tucker’s head, he was picturing a virtual reality computer game where the enemy had him cornered until, one by one, his own team spawned around him to level the playing field … and then overwhelm it.
He didn’t hear Julian’s voice anymore and assumed he’d been muted so that the senior partner could bark out orders at whoever else was on the line with him.
“I guess you’re not an honourable man after all,” the male FBI agent said with a tight expression.
“Tell me why you think I’d break into a military hospital and kidnap my crippled son, and I’ll be the first to unlock that door.”
“Tucker!” Julian immediately came back onto the line.
“Relax, Julian. I have no idea what’s going on here, but they have no intention of telling me why they want Alex so badly.” Stiffening, he looked down at his phone. “Actually, make that a priority. There’s only so much the military can hide from us, especially if Alex was using family funds in any way to finance his situation. Have someone call Elias Stoll. He can track down Alex’s accounts and find out what he was up to that way.”
“NO!” the agents and the naval personnel all shouted at once.
“Tucker?” Julian queried, for the man wasn’t used to taking those types of directives any more than he was.
“If I do it, I’ll have to put you on hold,” he explained. The rest of that sentence went unspoken. If Julian wanted to remain an ear in the room, someone else had to do the legwork for him.
“Do not hang up,” Julian reiterated, and once more, Tucker was muted from the attorneys’ conversation.
And so began the dance of the law.
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Part 6 of “Destination; Wriss”
A Fanfic of u/SpacePaladin15’s work “The nature of Predators” Thank you for the story!
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Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
Our armored convoy sped down the road. Its bumps and jostles made sitting comfortably rather difficult. Maya tried not to bounce off of the seat across from me. As her eyes locked onto mine in a competition for dominance. She started to shake her fist at me and I returned the gesture in kind. After the third maybe fourth shake on account of the rough ride we thrust our arms outwards at each other, and she held her fist in the air while I gently covered her paw with my own flat one.
“You are too good at this game Elva! It’s not fair!” My tail started to wag as best it could on the seats-
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Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
The growing burning sensation and throbbing in my head and body grew into an unbearable pain. I peeled my face off of the pavement to the sound of gunfire, explosions and low flying ships. My attention was immediately drawn to the inferno that was a burning town around me.
James and Alexander had taken cover behind the bombed out husk of the first armored vehicle in our convoy while the other had been pulled over to the side to give us a makeshift fort. I started to crawl to their position when I noticed Maya laying next to me. I gently laid a paw on her to ask where I was needed and she didn’t move.
A large piece of metal had penetrated her helmet and was jutting out of the side. I started to examine her wounds only to look into her eyes and see that her soul had already flown into the night. My paws found their way to her neck but could not find a pulse. I started to try and do chest compressions.
One.Two.Three. Gunshots whizzed by my head forcing me to duck. As I laid against her I could already feel that her body had begun to cool. I was too late.
I can feel my heart begin to race. My breathing became frantic. I was panicking or going into shock and both of those will kill me right now. I scanned for anyone I could approach and steady myself with. Sergeant Amélia and her squad were pinned down almost [50 yards] away guarding the war reporters and civilians. Thankfully I found Alexander and Jamie were a lot closer and if I crawled I could maybe get there safely. I held my breath as I started towards them under incoming fire. The sounds of screaming civilians sent pangs of fear through my body begging me to stand up and run. A Gojid did just that and fell to the ground headless, and set an example of what panicking would bring to me.
The only thought I could find was to observe my surroundings and react accordingly. Looking around as I crawled painfully slowly, I saw the Venlil reporter from Dad’s news crew had set up a camera and was desperately trying to record what was happening. Bjorn took a shot to the arm and fell to the ground. Their medic pulled him to the side and started to treat him. I could hear the unmistakable scream of an Arxur bomber followed by another vehicle exploding.
I pulled myself up next to Jamie who genuinely smiled at me. “OH THANK GOD! I THOUGHT YOU DIED TOO!” Several shots punctured through the old vehicle that was our cover. I looked to my alien friend to displace my fear only to see the same fear looking back at me.
Before I could respond Alexander screamed “GET DOWN THEY’RE MAKING ANOTHER PASS!” followed by the screaming Arxur death machine swooping down at us again. Another explosion that thankfully didn’t take anyone's lives, but still seemed to put us all closer to death by obliterating our cover.
I raspily tried to ask “What's going on?!? Last I remember I was in the back of the transport!” The three of us tried to hug the ground as best we could as our cover was further reduced to molten slag.
Our Sergeant slapped Jamie on the back and pointed to a nearby building. “CRAWL NOW OR WE DIE HERE!” I started to envy Humans and their clothes as we crawled through flaming debris and scattered glass into the bombed out ruins of an old arcade.
Power had yet to die in the city so the cold blast of air ran across my body in stark contrast to the fires outside. The sounds of arcade jingles trying to tempt the passersby to play them failed to drown out the screaming, explosions and gunfire in the chaos that is now a second full blown invasion.
Alexander took a raspy breath. “Where is Luca? I never found him!”
Memories of Luca sitting towards the cab of our transport teasing Maya flooded back into the forefront of my mind. “He was sitting near the cab of my transport… Did anyone else make it out?”
Alexander shook his head. “No… We need to keep moving and fall back to base. Jamie, take point and lets try and leave through a back exit and circle around to Amélia’s squad. Elva stay behind me.”
The three of us made our way to the back of the store. A mild whimpering came from a nearby door and distracted us for a brief moment. Alexander waved for Jamie to head to the sound, who followed it to a small broom closet. Slowly Jamie opened the door to a small trio of children. One Gojid, one Mazic, and one Nevok screamed as they beheld the heavily armed Marines.
Both of the marines stepped aside and looked to me for help. By the time my first paw stepped forward the three children rushed me and quickly herded behind me. I turned to them and did my best to sound confident “Ok you three. Things are really dangerous right now but we can’t stay here. We have to go around and regroup with the other marines and retreat to safety ok? Stay behind me and do as I tell you ok?”
I could not make out the words the children said, but I could only hope they would listen as we marched forward. The door at the back of the building led to a small alley that was thankfully clear of hostiles. Jamie led the way and Alexander guarded our flank while I herded the children and tried to keep them quiet. One blind turn and all that separated us from reuniting with the rest of our escort was one empty street.
I felt the M̴a̸z̸i̵c̸ ̶c̶h̶i̴l̵d̵ ̴p̶r̵e̵s̴s̵ ̵i̵n̷t̸o̴ ̴m̴y̸ ̴b̵a̵c̴k̸ ̴a̶s̷ ̵t̵h̵e̶y̴ ̵s̸a̶w̵ ̶t̶h̶e̴i̸r̷ ̸m̵o̴t̸h̵e̶r̵ ̴b̸e̵i̴n̶g̶ ̸p̸r̶o̴t̷e̶c̴t̸e̴d̷ ̴b̴y̴ ̸A̸m̴é̶l̶i̸a̷’̸s̸ ̵s̸q̵u̴a̵d̵.̴ ̴W̷i̷t̶h̸ ̷a̶ ̶m̶i̶x̸t̶u̵r̶e̸ ̴o̸f̸ ̶p̶a̶n̶i̴c̶ ̷a̸n̸d̸ ̷h̸o̶p̵e̷ ̴t̴h̴e̸y̴ ̸s̷h̵o̴u̵t̶e̴d̸ ̴“̸M̶O̷M̴M̶Y̶!̴”̶ ̶a̶n̷d̴ ̷s̵p̷r̶i̷n̷t̶e̴d̶ ̶o̴u̴t̷ ̷o̴f̴ ̶m̸y̴ ̴r̷e̴a̸c̶h̶ ̴a̵n̸d̶ ̸s̷a̴f̵e̸t̵y̶ ̷i̷n̶t̴o̸-
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Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
M̵y̵ ̶h̵e̷a̸r̷t̵ ̵w̸a̸s̸ beating far faster than what was healthy for a Venlil. I handed the b̶l̸o̵o̷d̷ covered Nevok to their mother and tried to shake myself out of shock. I watched through hazy eyes as B̶j̸o̴r̸n̶,̷ ̵F̷r̴a̶n̵c̵i̴s̷c̶o̴ ̶a̷n̷d̷ ̶M̷a̸r̴i̵a̵,̵̧͇̀̑ were dragged back into cover. My paws made their way to Bjorn's body and began to work to stitch up his wounds. I felt a firm hand grab my shoulder and pull me off.
Alexander stared into my eyes and shook his head. His glass blue eyes spoke of the pain he was feeling while his brow tried to hide his rage. Alexander looked up to the rest of our group and shouted “FALL BACK!” and the marines started to cover our retreat. One group would stay behind and suppress the Arxur that are stalking us with drooling maws while the other group fled to set up a new fall back point and defend their retreat.
A large explosion sounded in the distance and the radios we were all carrying came to life with the sounds of hundreds of UN troops desperately trying to communicate. By some method unknown to me Pullay managed to discern information about another group retreating not far outside of town as well as a rendezvous point for larger scale transport back to the base. Slowly we moved block by block and made our way to what we hoped to be our salvation.
Despite our group's best efforts and cohesion, the Greys are relentless. Hundreds of cattle ships descend from the sky every hour. Every quarter claw we spent fighting, the Greys were destroying the Cradle and whittling us down to nothing.
We fought our way down the street. No bodies littered the town yet, like in the aftermath videos the Greys would taunt us with. We drew closer to the corner of the block. Yet in an instant several gray reptilians appeared from around the corner and opened fire without any hesitation. I watched another medic take several shots to their torso before the Grey’s suffered a similar fate. I rushed to their side only to find again that I was too late.
Amélia ordered us to advance. We could not stop here. Jamie jogged beside me as we all scanned for any sign of hostiles “We are coming back for them. We just have to regroup first.”
We only got halfway between blocks when more shots rained down upon us from the rooftops. Before I could even see where they came from the Humans made a small dinging sound and hurled rocks onto the roofs. No one but the humans would have predicted the roofs exploding sending red slabs of cannibals sliding down the walls.
I took stock of our situation again. This time a young Gojid couple were covered in the blood of another civilian. I sprinted to them “Look at me! Don’t think about it! Just focus on me!” I managed to stop them and a few others from fleeing, but watched in horror as half of our civilians started to stampede the very way we came. I tried to shove the few we had left after the marines and finally got our group making progress again.
The sounds of gunfire and screams came from behind us and we all started to move a bit faster. Several marines noticed movement in the windows only to lower their weapons when Gojid’s appeared. I and Pullay approached them. “Come with us now! We are evacuating and can’t hold this position!” Yet they didn’t move, their eyes locked onto the marines. Pullay spoke calmly to them “You can come with the Humans who won’t harm you OR you can stay with the Arxur who WILL make sure your deaths are as PAINFUL as possible. Make a choice now, WE are LEAVING.”
Another group of Arxur rounded the corner, but this time had no clue we were here and were cut down with them only returning a few shots. We led our new civilians to the herd. They had little difficulty with the decision after that. A mysterious fate is better than the one we all know.
An errant Arxur round had found its way into our group and embedded itself into Jamie’s rifle, throwing it out of his hand. He picked it up only to let out a curse and threw his destroyed rifle to the ground before pulling a folding shovel out of his pack. With a few practiced motions he unfolded it and gripped it with both hands. I begged the stars and sun to keep him safe. “You can’t be considering using THAT as your weapon?!?”
A devilish grin spread across his face. “Don’t worry! I’m just using this until I can scavenge one off of a dead Croc!” Alexander ordered us to shut up and move out. We continued to slowly retreat from this damned town. The next ambush came sooner than we expected. We didn’t have enough time to even clear the block before the fighting started again. If it weren’t for Jamie pulling me into cover I don’t know if I would be amongst the dead now.
While the Arxur were relentless, they were also apparently stupid. Every ambush they had pulled off was thwarted when they began to sprint towards our civilians. The trained marines had almost no trouble landing their shots. I half expected to see more civilians stampede again, but it appeared they had learned what happens to a stampeding herd.
Finally we could see the edge of the farming town. The hope of reinforcements as well as a way to safety reinvigorated us for the final push. Yet that hope was quickly dashed when the Greys sprang their final ambush. Three vehicles in front of us exploded blocking the street. The route’s right and left had been blocked with destroyed vehicles and Arxur were pouring out of the buildings behind us with happy looks on their faces.
Jamie had half a second to scream “FUCK!” as rounds started to sail at us. This time the Arxur did not blindly charge us. They stayed behind cover. Any explosives lobbed at them were fled from and into cover that protected them from human fire. Instead of Arxur on both sides of us, they made sure not to risk shooting their own soldiers… OH BY THE STARS! Those weren’t ambushes. Those were just raiders running into us. THIS is them actually planning!
We scrambled for any cover we could. Jamie crouched near me while we both could only uselessly watch our friends and charges die. The Nevok mother sobbed whilst holding her only child, Papa’s reporter friend desperately started to broadcast to whoever could hear us, Amélia pulled Pullay’s orange-soaked body into cover and I finally found Alexander laying in a slowly expanding crimson pool out of anyone’s reach.
This time I watched as our marines fell one after another. I watched shots land near civilians forcing them out of cover only to die in an instant. We were actually trapped this time, without so much as a chance to fight back.
An explosion landed nearby raining dirt down upon us. For some stars forsaken reason the reporter decided now was a good time to start a news broadcast so the entire galaxy could see every human die and fail to stop the Greys!!! He started to shout into his camera “I AM CURRENTLY WITH A GROUP OF MARINES NEAR THE CITY OF WIEREWOOD-”
My pulse began to race as I watched a red puff come from Jamie’s arm and leg before he collapsed onto the ground. Fuck the consequences I can’t lose him too! I sprinted to his side as the heat from several plasma rounds threatened to end my life. His leg was the first thing I saw. A round had gone straight through his femur, searing it in half. I ripped the Saline/anesthetic container out of my aid kit and flushed the wound of debris. As quickly as I could I packed the wound with gauze and started to bind it. His blood started to stain my paws red, as I realized I was out of sterile gloves. I begged for whatever was listening to not let it get infected but with it as fixed as I could m̸a̸n̶a̴g̴e̷ ̸a̶t̸ ̶t̵h̴e̷ ̷m̴o̷m̴e̵n̸t̷.̶ ̶I̷ ̴w̶e̷n̷t̵ ̵f̶o̴r̴ ̵h̷i̶s̸ ̶a̶r̵m̵,̵ ̵w̶h̷i̴c̷h̸ ̷p̵u̵l̴l̸e̷d̸ ̶s̵t̴r̸a̸i̶g̵h̶t̸ ̶o̸u̸t̴ ̸o̷f̴ ̷h̶i̸s̷ ̴s̷l̸e̴e̵v̵e̸-̴
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Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
T̸h̸e̴ ̸A̷r̴x̶u̷r̶ ̷t̵h̴a̴t̴ ̵h̴a̶d̸ ̴s̵t̸e̸pped out from hiding spoke to me. “Well, well well! What do we have here! Little pet taking care of master? Don’t let me stop you prey! Patch him up and the Chief Hunter wants to see what all the noise… is… about… they’re predators… OH SHIT.” was the last words that would ever come from that abomination onto sapience. I could feel my teeth break as I snarled with every bit of anger I could muster. My pistol left its holster and aligned with that fucker’s head in a heart beat. I pulled the trigger as it started to charge me. I watched a hole rip through its neck then I watched the rest of my shots miss.
With a wide sweep of its arm I felt its claws dig into my flesh. I felt my body lift off of the ground. I watched the world move slowly underneath me. I watched it slowly come up to meet me.
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Memory transcription subject: Elva, Combat Medic Specialist.
Date [standardized human time]: September 27th, 2136
I screamed as I took in a long deep breath and pain jolted through my body. I forced myself to look at my abdomen and orange flesh- my intestines were hanging out. A familiar scarred face of the man I forced into a medical examination came to my side holding my medkit. “The- the TOradOL/SAliNE! The TorADol/SaLINe! Gotta clean- clean guts first! Flush it over!”
The rebuilt human started to douse my guts in the pain relieving saline yet despite its name only pain rang through before the drugs kicked in. “Next- slOWLy- put them back instartingatone- end and working them in-” I controlled my breathing as he had to slowly pull my body apart to reinsert my guts. Thank you stars the pain meds are kicking in. I don’t want to feel this.
“Flush again… and get the medi-foam can.” It took a painfully long time for him to realize what I needed him to do. He turned the can upside down and inserted it into my wound. I suppressed a scream but still bucked as the fluid filled my abdominal cavity hopefully flushing out any debris.
The bionic man held me down as I started to reflexively kick. He picked the lid off of the bio-foam can and activated a small amount to come out. He took a moment to read the directions and looked to me “sorry” before he jammed it down as well. I knew he had to but I still cursed him out of pure reflex. The foam expanded and filled the gaps in. If I had a perforated intestine it would spill its contents into the foam pouch instead of my body.
“Now- the- stitches- SEw- me- together- tightly!-” He took the pre-threaded needle and started to dig it into my flesh. The simple guide on the lid of my kit helped to guide his hand. One painful pull after another, I felt myself come back together. I focused on anything else. I turned my head to see the Nevok mother stepping onto a transport still holding her child as safely as she could. Jamie was being loaded onto a stretcher with a few bandages I know I didn’t do. I let out a small sigh of relief at the small sign he still lived but lost it a moment later.. Amélia leaned against a car as crimson fluid flowed from her mouth.
I tracked my friends in my mind. All that was left of our little group was Jamie and myself now. The memories of our squad started to flood back in as I felt my pulse drop. I’m blacking out. I’ve lost a lot of blood. Need to spike the blood pressure. Need to find the blood loss and stop it. My mouth opened to speak-
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I DESPERATELY kicked as a wave of panic flowed through me. I could feel something holding me down stopping me from moving. A scared human face filled my vision and the mouth moved and words came out. The overwhelming urge to run coursed through my body. I desperately searched for anything that would help. The human held a small bag of synth blood in the air. I was partially strapped to a gurney. I turned my head and saw an empty vial of adrenaline.
That’s what happened. Pulse dropped. Blood transfusion. Adrenaline shot to keep the heart pumping. Panic is normal. That’s what adrenaline does. Breath ELVA. Breath. I could feel the panic start to subside. Two medics came over and started to lift me up. Once again Kaeden spoke but I couldn’t quite make it out.
My hearing began to return and I could hear someone shout. “We are out of room! Can’t take anyone else with us!” another voice began to shout “We can’t leave anyone here! They won’t make it back in time! We all have to leave now!”
“We don’t have a choice! Either some of us get out or none of us get out! And these people won’t survive!”
“I-I’ll stay!” The small Venlil reporter for Prime news hopped off of the transport. “I-I need to cover this.” Another marine jumped off. “I volunteer.” I watched as a few more followed him. Their faces were a mixture of pride, terror and confidence that left me feeling like they might just survive this suicide mission. The scarred, gravitationally challenged man’s words finally reached my ears. “It looks like you have enough room for the civilians now. Good luck and stay safe.”
I felt fear coursing through my veins as I shakily searched my UN provided poncho and grabbed two things; My spare small medkit and a few magazines for my pistol. “Take these! My pistol must have landed somewhere near where I did. Stay safe.”
It might have been the multiple concussions I received but the once-mutilated human looked to soften up for a moment as he took my small offer of help. He and the other volunteers disappeared out of sight as I was dragged onto the transport. The roar of the engine drowned out all chatter that might have given me some small comfort about abandoning the volunteers to their suicide mission.
All that kept me company was the bouncing of the transport, the sounds of explosions, Jamie’s unconscious body, as well as the realization that I was a medic that failed to save anyone.
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I’d like to take a moment to thank u/CrusingNW for all the help proofreading several of these chapters. Every time I think I’ve managed to write something without 10 errors in it and they just go through and make it red. It’s really been a big help! I’d also like to thank u/RebelHero for letting me use Kaeden! It’s one of a few crossovers I hope I get to do! (also Elva does know his name from adding the examination to his medical records) And I can’t forget u/Thirsha_42 for working with me on an upcoming crossover!
As with all of my fanfics this is considered creative commons by myself so feel free to grab anything from my stories to use in your own works! I would appreciate a shout out for this but that isn’t required.
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Only the Detroit / Groove / Hardgroove / Dark Hypnotic DJs
The IDs been taken out of Youtubes internal detector, Youtubes Comment Section, Soundclouds ID list and Comment Section.
Some Tracks are missing (either unreleased Tracks or Tracks which coulnt be detected or arent released on Spotify) but more than 80 - 90% of each Artists Mix IDs are included.
I will continue until i Playlisted all Techno DJ Mixes. But i wont do any other Style or Genre. For the Complete ID Lists of every Single Mix visit and Join the HÖR Website
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Compiled List
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DJs:
Setaoc Mass Soundcloud Youtube
Dasha Rush Soundcloud Youtube
P.E.A.R.L. Soundcloud Youtube
Nastia Reigel Soundcloud Youtube
Arthur Robert Soundcloud Youtube
Black Lotus (GER) Soundcloud Youtube
Rodhad Soundcloud Youtube
Stephany Sykes Soundcloud Youtube
Ben Sims Soundcloud Youtube
The Lady Machine Soundcloud Youtube
Truncate Soundcloud Youtube
Marron Soundcloud Youtube
Adriana Lopez Soundcloud Youtube
Arkan Soundcloud Youtube
Jamaika Suk Soundcloud Youtube
Blasha & Allatt Soundcloud Youtube
Alexander Kowalski Soundcloud Youtube
Katyk Soundcloud Youtube
Alan Oldham Soundcloud Youtube
Radio Slave Soundcloud Youtube
D.Dan Soundcloud Youtube
Amotik Soundcloud Youtube
Julie Soundcloud Youtube
Kyle Geiger Soundcloud Youtube
Madalba Soundcloud Youtube
Magna Pia Soundcloud Youtube
Justine Perry Soundcloud Youtube
Ignez Soundcloud Youtube
Steya Soundcloud Youtube
Casual Treatment Soundcloud Youtube
McKenzie Soundcloud Youtube
Gonzo MDF Soundcloud Youtube
Lily Ackermann Soundcloud Youtube
Marie-Julie Soundcloud Youtube
Alarico Soundcloud Youtube
Kerrie Soundcloud Youtube
Marcel Fengler Soundcloud Youtube
Inland Soundcloud Youtube
Amanda Mussi Soundcloud Youtube
Cressida Soundcloud Youtube
Beatrice Soundcloud Youtube
Eric Cloutier Soundcloud Youtube
AOIFE Soundcloud Youtube
Rene Wise Soundcloud Youtube
Dustin Zahn Soundcloud Youtube
Philippa Pacho Soundcloud Youtube
Alva Soundcloud Youtube
Oktobr Soundcloud Youtube
DJ Plant Texture Soundcloud Youtibe
Insolate Soundcloud Youtube
Matrixxman Soundcloud Youtube
Lea Occhi Soundcloud Youtube
Fadi Mohem Soundcloud Youtube
Blue Hour Soundcloud Youtube
Volster Soundcloud Youtube
CRAVO Soundcloud Youtube
Stojche Soundcloud
Lindsey Herbert Soundcloud
Jon Hester Soundcloud
Fabrizio Lapiana Soundcloud
Wallflower Soundcloud
MarcelDune Soundcloud
Windfuhr Soundcloud
Anika Kunst Soundcloud
Jesse G Soundcloud
Baugruppe90 Soundcloud
Mario Berger Soundcloud
ANNE Soundcloud
Sigha Soundcloud
Nadine Talakovics Soundcloud
Rove Ranger Soundcloud
Neux Soundcloud
Hitam Soundcloud
Neel Soundcloud
Jacklyn Soundcloud
Stef Mendesidis Soundcloud
Any Mello Soundcloud
Bauernfeind Soundcloud
Sol Ortega Soundcloud
Tauceti Soundcloud
Lawrence Kurt Soundcloud
Cecilia Tosh Soundcloud
Tommy Holohan Soundcloud
machina Soundcloud
Yonti Soundcloud
Answer Code Request Soundcloud
VoidFox Soundcloud
Beste Hira Soundcloud
Cleric Soundcloud
Hybral Soundcloud
Freddy K Soundcloud
Elisa Bee Soundcloud
Inox Traxx Soundcloud
Unwucht Soundcloud
Tasha Soundcloud
Altinbas Soundcloud
Adrestia Soundcloud
Ruslan Mays Soundcloud
Bailey Ibbs Soundcloud
Phara Soundcloud
David Löhlein Soundcloud
Reka Zalan Soundcloud
Nihad Tule Soundcloud
YANT Soundcloud
.............
B2B
Lea Occhi B2B Justine Perry Soundcloud
.............
Public but not visable on Profile due to Spotify's 200 Publicly visable Playlists Restriction, but accessible through the link
Tasha B2B DJ Tool Soundcloud
The Lady Machine B2B Tasha Soundcloud
Damie Soundcloud
Solid Traveller Soundcloud
Anthony Linell Soundcloud
The Lady Machine B2B Decka Soundcloud
Deluka B2B Decka Soundcloud
Decka Soundcloud
Hiroko Yamamura Soundcloud
Chontane Soundcloud
NIKS Soundcloud
Slin Soundcloud
Fiedel Soundcloud
Daria Kolosova Soundcloud
Paal Soundcloud
Arlenys Soundcloud
Sanna Mun Soundcloud
Kr!z Soundcloud
Gotshell Soundcloud
Theo Nasa Soundcloud
Not A Headliner Soundcloud
Kwartz Soundcloud
Takaaki Itoh Soundcloud
Force Reaction Soundcloud
Lea Occhi B2B Blanka Soundcloud
Roseen Soundcloud
Mathys Lenne Soundcloud
Beau Didier Soundcloud
.............
Playlists built by my Personal Taste:
Forward Techno
Forward Hypnotic Techno
Dark Hypnotic Techno
sorted by Year of Release:
2023
2022 Soundcloud
2021 Soundcloud 2020 Soundcloud
2019 Soundcloud
2018 Soundcloud
2017
2016
2015
2014 Soundcloud
2013 Soundcloud
2012 Soundcloud
2011 Soundcloud
2010 Soundcloud
2000 - 2009 Soundcloud
1990 - 1999 Soundcloud
...............
Playlists for the Subreddit:
ProperTechno (Groove / Detroit / Tribal / Oldschool)
................
Have fun digging

The IDs been taken out of Youtubes internal detector, Youtubes Comment Section, Soundclouds ID list and Comment Section.
Some Tracks are missing (either unreleased Tracks or Tracks which coulnt be detected or arent released on Spotify) but more than 80 - 90% of each Artists Mix IDs are included.
I will continue until i Playlisted all Techno DJ Mixes. But i wont do any other Style or Genre. For the Complete ID Lists of every Single Mix visit and Join the HÖR Website
......................
Compiled List
......................
DJs:
Setaoc Mass Soundcloud Youtube
Dasha Rush Soundcloud Youtube
Tommy Four Seven Soundcloud Youtube
peachlyfe Soundcloud Youtube
P.E.A.R.L. Soundcloud Youtube
Nastia Reigel Soundcloud Youtube
Arthur Robert Soundcloud Youtube
Black Lotus (GER) Soundcloud Youtube
Rodhad Soundcloud Youtube
Stephany Sykes Soundcloud Youtube
Ben Sims Soundcloud Youtube
The Lady Machine Soundcloud Youtube
Truncate Soundcloud Youtube
Mary Yuzovskaya Soundcloud Youtube
Marron Soundcloud Youtube
Adriana Lopez Soundcloud Youtube
Arkan Soundcloud Youtube
Jamaika Suk Soundcloud Youtube
Ayarcana Soundcloud Youtube
Blasha & Allatt Soundcloud Youtube
Alexander Kowalski Soundcloud Youtube
Katyk Soundcloud Youtube
Alan Oldham Soundcloud Youtube
Radical Softness Soundcloud Youtube
Radio Slave Soundcloud Youtube
AADJA Soundcloud Youtube
D.Dan Soundcloud Youtube
Linn Elisabet Soundcloud Youtube
Amotik Soundcloud Youtube
Julie Soundcloud Youtube
Kyle Geiger Soundcloud Youtube
Madalba Soundcloud Youtube
Magna Pia Soundcloud Youtube
Justine Perry Soundcloud Youtube
Ignez Soundcloud Youtube
Steya Soundcloud Youtube
VINVAR Soundcloud Youtube
Casual Treatment Soundcloud Youtube
McKenzie Soundcloud Youtube
Gonzo MDF Soundcloud Youtube
Lily Ackermann Soundcloud Youtube
Blazej Malinowski Soundcloud Youtube
Marie-Julie Soundcloud Youtube
Alarico Soundcloud Youtube
Kerrie Soundcloud Youtube
Marcel Fengler Soundcloud Youtube
Paula Koski Soundcloud Youtube
Inland Soundcloud Youtube
Amanda Mussi Soundcloud Youtube
Cressida Soundcloud Youtube
Beatrice Soundcloud Youtube
Blawan Soundcloud Youtube
Nene H Soundcloud Youtube
Eric Cloutier Soundcloud Youtube
AOIFE Soundcloud Youtube
Rene Wise Soundcloud Youtube
Grace Dahl Soundcloud Youtube
Dustin Zahn Soundcloud Youtube
Philippa Pacho Soundcloud Youtube
JKS Soundcloud Youtube
Alva Soundcloud Youtube
Pris Soundcloud Youtube
Cryptofauna Soundcloud Youtube
Oktobr Soundcloud Youtube
DJ Plant Texture Soundcloud Youtibe
Insolate Soundcloud Youtube
Claudio PRC Soundcloud Youtube
SORAYA Soundcloud Youtube
Matrixxman Soundcloud Youtube
Lea Occhi Soundcloud Youtube
Fadi Mohem Soundcloud Youtube
DAIYAH Soundcloud Youtube
Narciss Soundcloud Youtube
Blue Hour Soundcloud Youtube
ELLI ARAKAWA Soundcloud Youtube
Volster Soundcloud Youtube
Polygonia Soundcloud Youtube
CRAVO Soundcloud Youtube
madwoman Soundcloud Youtube
Stojche Soundcloud
LSDXOXO Soundcloud
Hypnotic Black Magic Soundcloud
Eonan Soundcloud
Lindsey Herbert Soundcloud
Jon Hester Soundcloud
Fabrizio Lapiana Soundcloud
Carmen Electro Soundcloud
Sept Soundcloud
Wallflower Soundcloud
MarcelDune Soundcloud
Windfuhr Soundcloud
Anika Kunst Soundcloud
Sugar Soundcloud
Jesse G Soundcloud
Baugruppe90 Soundcloud
OCD Soundcloud
Giant Swan Soundcloud
LYDO Soundcloud
Mario Berger Soundcloud
ANNE Soundcloud
Sigha Soundcloud
Nadine Talakovics Soundcloud
Tapefeed Soundcloud
Julian Muller Soundcloud
SITSOPE Soundcloud
Rove Ranger Soundcloud
Neux Soundcloud
Hitam Soundcloud
Neel Soundcloud
Scalameriya Soundcloud
Jacklyn Soundcloud
Stef Mendesidis Soundcloud
Any Mello Soundcloud
Bauernfeind Soundcloud
Sol Ortega Soundcloud
Tauceti Soundcloud
Lawrence Kurt Soundcloud
Cecilia Tosh Soundcloud
Tommy Holohan Soundcloud
machina Soundcloud
Yonti Soundcloud
Answer Code Request Soundcloud
VoidFox Soundcloud
Beste Hira Soundcloud
Cleric Soundcloud
Hybral Soundcloud
Freddy K Soundcloud
Elisa Bee Soundcloud
UVB Soundcloud
Inox Traxx Soundcloud
Unwucht Soundcloud
Tasha Soundcloud
Altinbas Soundcloud
Dubfire Soundcloud
Adrestia Soundcloud
Ruslan Mays Soundcloud
Bailey Ibbs Soundcloud
Phara Soundcloud
David Löhlein Soundcloud
Reka Zalan Soundcloud
RQVZ Soundcloud
Nihad Tule Soundcloud
YANT Soundcloud
.............
B2B
Lea Occhi B2B Justine Perry Soundcloud
.............
Public but not visable on Profile due to Spotify's 200 Publicly visable Playlists Restriction, but accessible through the link
Tasha B2B DJ Tool Soundcloud
The Lady Machine B2B Tasha Soundcloud
Damie Soundcloud
Solid Traveller Soundcloud
Marteka Fair Soundcloud
Q Soundcloud
Hanni Soundcloud
Rakans Soundcloud
Anthony Linell Soundcloud
The Lady Machine B2B Decka Soundcloud
Deluka B2B Decka Soundcloud
Decka Soundcloud
Hiroko Yamamura Soundcloud
Chontane Soundcloud
NIKS Soundcloud
Ellen Allien Soundcloud
Ellen Allien B2B Matrixxman Soundcloud
Ellen Allien B2B Hector Oaks Soundcloud
Slin Soundcloud
Fiedel Soundcloud
FJAAK Soundcloud
Daria Kolosova Soundcloud
Paal Soundcloud
Arlenys Soundcloud
Introversion Soundcloud
Sanna Mun Soundcloud
Kr!z Soundcloud
Gotshell Soundcloud
Theo Nasa Soundcloud
Not A Headliner Soundcloud
Kwartz Soundcloud
Takaaki Itoh Soundcloud
Force Reaction Soundcloud
Lea Occhi B2B Blanka Soundcloud
Roseen Soundcloud
Mathys Lenne Soundcloud
Beau Didier Soundcloud
Somewhen Soundcloud
Klangkuenstler Soundcloud
.............
Playlists built by my Personal Taste:
Broken & Breaks Techno
Experimental-/ Dark & Industrial Techno
Forward Techno
Hard Techno
Forward Hypnotic Techno
Dark Hypnotic Techno
Dub & Hypnotic Techno
Deep Dub & Atmo Techno
Progressive & Arpeggio Techno
Deep Techno
Vox & Vocal Techno Soundcloud
Rave & Warehouse Techno
sorted by Year of Release:
2023
2022 Soundcloud
2021 Soundcloud 2020 Soundcloud
2019 Soundcloud
2018 Soundcloud
2017
2016
2015
2014 Soundcloud
2013 Soundcloud
2012 Soundcloud
2011 Soundcloud
2010 Soundcloud
2000 - 2009 Soundcloud
1990 - 1999 Soundcloud
...............
Playlists for Subreddits:
hypnotech (Hypnotic Techno)
Techno (on hold)
ProperTechno (Groove / Detroit / Tribal / Oldschool)
TheOverload (Breakbeat Techno + other Club Styles like Electro, etc.)
................
Have fun digging

The IDs been taken out of Youtubes internal detector, Youtubes Comment Section, Soundclouds ID list and Comment Section.
Some Tracks are missing (either unreleased Tracks or Tracks which coulnt be detected or arent released on Spotify) but more than 80 - 90% of each Artists Mix IDs are included.
I will continue until i Playlisted all Techno DJ Mixes. But i wont do any other Style or Genre. For the Complete ID Lists of every Single Mix visit and Join the HÖR Website
......................
Compiled List
......................
DJs:
Setaoc Mass Soundcloud Youtube
Dasha Rush Soundcloud Youtube
Tommy Four Seven Soundcloud Youtube
peachlyfe Soundcloud Youtube
P.E.A.R.L. Soundcloud Youtube
Nastia Reigel Soundcloud Youtube
Arthur Robert Soundcloud Youtube
Black Lotus (GER) Soundcloud Youtube
Rodhad Soundcloud Youtube
Stephany Sykes Soundcloud Youtube
Ben Sims Soundcloud Youtube
The Lady Machine Soundcloud Youtube
Truncate Soundcloud Youtube
Mary Yuzovskaya Soundcloud Youtube
Marron Soundcloud Youtube
Adriana Lopez Soundcloud Youtube
Arkan Soundcloud Youtube
Jamaika Suk Soundcloud Youtube
Ayarcana Soundcloud Youtube
Blasha & Allatt Soundcloud Youtube
Alexander Kowalski Soundcloud Youtube
Katyk Soundcloud Youtube
Alan Oldham Soundcloud Youtube
Radical Softness Soundcloud Youtube
Radio Slave Soundcloud Youtube
AADJA Soundcloud Youtube
D.Dan Soundcloud Youtube
Linn Elisabet Soundcloud Youtube
Amotik Soundcloud Youtube
Julie Soundcloud Youtube
Kyle Geiger Soundcloud Youtube
Madalba Soundcloud Youtube
Magna Pia Soundcloud Youtube
Justine Perry Soundcloud Youtube
Ignez Soundcloud Youtube
Steya Soundcloud Youtube
VINVAR Soundcloud Youtube
Casual Treatment Soundcloud Youtube
McKenzie Soundcloud Youtube
Gonzo MDF Soundcloud Youtube
Lily Ackermann Soundcloud Youtube
Blazej Malinowski Soundcloud Youtube
Marie-Julie Soundcloud Youtube
Alarico Soundcloud Youtube
Kerrie Soundcloud Youtube
Marcel Fengler Soundcloud Youtube
Paula Koski Soundcloud Youtube
Inland Soundcloud Youtube
Amanda Mussi Soundcloud Youtube
Cressida Soundcloud Youtube
Beatrice Soundcloud Youtube
Blawan Soundcloud Youtube
Nene H Soundcloud Youtube
Eric Cloutier Soundcloud Youtube
AOIFE Soundcloud Youtube
Rene Wise Soundcloud Youtube
Grace Dahl Soundcloud Youtube
Dustin Zahn Soundcloud Youtube
Philippa Pacho Soundcloud Youtube
JKS Soundcloud Youtube
Alva Soundcloud Youtube
Pris Soundcloud Youtube
Cryptofauna Soundcloud Youtube
Oktobr Soundcloud Youtube
DJ Plant Texture Soundcloud Youtibe
Insolate Soundcloud Youtube
Claudio PRC Soundcloud Youtube
SORAYA Soundcloud Youtube
Matrixxman Soundcloud Youtube
Lea Occhi Soundcloud Youtube
Fadi Mohem Soundcloud Youtube
DAIYAH Soundcloud Youtube
Narciss Soundcloud Youtube
Blue Hour Soundcloud Youtube
ELLI ARAKAWA Soundcloud Youtube
Volster Soundcloud Youtube
Polygonia Soundcloud Youtube
CRAVO Soundcloud Youtube
madwoman Soundcloud Youtube
Stojche Soundcloud
LSDXOXO Soundcloud
Hypnotic Black Magic Soundcloud
Eonan Soundcloud
Lindsey Herbert Soundcloud
Jon Hester Soundcloud
Fabrizio Lapiana Soundcloud
Carmen Electro Soundcloud
Sept Soundcloud
Wallflower Soundcloud
MarcelDune Soundcloud
Windfuhr Soundcloud
Anika Kunst Soundcloud
Sugar Soundcloud
Jesse G Soundcloud
Baugruppe90 Soundcloud
OCD Soundcloud
Giant Swan Soundcloud
LYDO Soundcloud
Mario Berger Soundcloud
ANNE Soundcloud
Sigha Soundcloud
Nadine Talakovics Soundcloud
Tapefeed Soundcloud
Julian Muller Soundcloud
SITSOPE Soundcloud
Rove Ranger Soundcloud
Neux Soundcloud
Hitam Soundcloud
Neel Soundcloud
Scalameriya Soundcloud
Jacklyn Soundcloud
Stef Mendesidis Soundcloud
Any Mello Soundcloud
Bauernfeind Soundcloud
Sol Ortega Soundcloud
Tauceti Soundcloud
Lawrence Kurt Soundcloud
Cecilia Tosh Soundcloud
Tommy Holohan Soundcloud
machina Soundcloud
Yonti Soundcloud
Answer Code Request Soundcloud
VoidFox Soundcloud
Beste Hira Soundcloud
Cleric Soundcloud
Hybral Soundcloud
Freddy K Soundcloud
Elisa Bee Soundcloud
UVB Soundcloud
Inox Traxx Soundcloud
Unwucht Soundcloud
Tasha Soundcloud
Altinbas Soundcloud
Dubfire Soundcloud
Adrestia Soundcloud
Ruslan Mays Soundcloud
Bailey Ibbs Soundcloud
Phara Soundcloud
David Löhlein Soundcloud
Reka Zalan Soundcloud
RQVZ Soundcloud
Nihad Tule Soundcloud
YANT Soundcloud
.............
B2B
Lea Occhi B2B Justine Perry Soundcloud
.............
Public but not visable on Profile due to Spotify's 200 Publicly visable Playlists Restriction, but accessible through the link
Tasha B2B DJ Tool Soundcloud
The Lady Machine B2B Tasha Soundcloud
Damie Soundcloud
Solid Traveller Soundcloud
Marteka Fair Soundcloud
Q Soundcloud
Hanni Soundcloud
Rakans Soundcloud
Anthony Linell Soundcloud
The Lady Machine B2B Decka Soundcloud
Deluka B2B Decka Soundcloud
Decka Soundcloud
Hiroko Yamamura Soundcloud
Chontane Soundcloud
NIKS Soundcloud
Ellen Allien Soundcloud
Ellen Allien B2B Matrixxman Soundcloud
Ellen Allien B2B Hector Oaks Soundcloud
Slin Soundcloud
Fiedel Soundcloud
FJAAK Soundcloud
Daria Kolosova Soundcloud
Paal Soundcloud
Arlenys Soundcloud
Introversion Soundcloud
Sanna Mun Soundcloud
Kr!z Soundcloud
Gotshell Soundcloud
Theo Nasa Soundcloud
Not A Headliner Soundcloud
Kwartz Soundcloud
Takaaki Itoh Soundcloud
Force Reaction Soundcloud
Lea Occhi B2B Blanka Soundcloud
Roseen Soundcloud
Mathys Lenne Soundcloud
Beau Didier Soundcloud
Somewhen Soundcloud
Klangkuenstler Soundcloud
.............
Playlists built by my Personal Taste:
Broken & Breaks Techno
Experimental-/ Dark & Industrial Techno
Forward Techno
Hard Techno
Forward Hypnotic Techno
Dark Hypnotic Techno
Dub & Hypnotic Techno
Deep Dub & Atmo Techno
Progressive & Arpeggio Techno
Deep Techno
Vox & Vocal Techno Soundcloud
Rave & Warehouse Techno
sorted by Year of Release:
2023
2022 Soundcloud
2021 Soundcloud 2020 Soundcloud
2019 Soundcloud
2018 Soundcloud
2017
2016
2015
2014 Soundcloud
2013 Soundcloud
2012 Soundcloud
2011 Soundcloud
2010 Soundcloud
2000 - 2009 Soundcloud
1990 - 1999 Soundcloud
...............
Playlists for Subreddits:
hypnotech (Hypnotic Techno)
Techno (on hold)
ProperTechno (Groove / Detroit / Tribal / Oldschool)
TheOverload (Breakbeat Techno + other Club Styles like Electro, etc.)
................
Have fun digging

The IDs been taken out of Youtubes internal detector, Youtubes Comment Section, Soundclouds ID list and Comment Section.
Some Tracks are missing (either unreleased Tracks or Tracks which coulnt be detected or arent released on Spotify) but more than 80 - 90% of each Artists Mix IDs are included.
I will continue until i Playlisted all Techno DJ Mixes. But i wont do any other Style or Genre. For the Complete ID Lists of every Single Mix visit and Join the HÖR Website
......................
Compiled List
......................
DJs:
Setaoc Mass Soundcloud Youtube
Dasha Rush Soundcloud Youtube
Tommy Four Seven Soundcloud Youtube
peachlyfe Soundcloud Youtube
P.E.A.R.L. Soundcloud Youtube
Nastia Reigel Soundcloud Youtube
Arthur Robert Soundcloud Youtube
Black Lotus (GER) Soundcloud Youtube
Rodhad Soundcloud Youtube
Stephany Sykes Soundcloud Youtube
Ben Sims Soundcloud Youtube
The Lady Machine Soundcloud Youtube
Truncate Soundcloud Youtube
Mary Yuzovskaya Soundcloud Youtube
Marron Soundcloud Youtube
Adriana Lopez Soundcloud Youtube
Arkan Soundcloud Youtube
Jamaika Suk Soundcloud Youtube
Ayarcana Soundcloud Youtube
Blasha & Allatt Soundcloud Youtube
Alexander Kowalski Soundcloud Youtube
Katyk Soundcloud Youtube
Alan Oldham Soundcloud Youtube
Radical Softness Soundcloud Youtube
Radio Slave Soundcloud Youtube
AADJA Soundcloud Youtube
D.Dan Soundcloud Youtube
Linn Elisabet Soundcloud Youtube
Amotik Soundcloud Youtube
Julie Soundcloud Youtube
Kyle Geiger Soundcloud Youtube
Madalba Soundcloud Youtube
Magna Pia Soundcloud Youtube
Justine Perry Soundcloud Youtube
Ignez Soundcloud Youtube
Steya Soundcloud Youtube
VINVAR Soundcloud Youtube
Casual Treatment Soundcloud Youtube
McKenzie Soundcloud Youtube
Gonzo MDF Soundcloud Youtube
Lily Ackermann Soundcloud Youtube
Blazej Malinowski Soundcloud Youtube
Marie-Julie Soundcloud Youtube
Alarico Soundcloud Youtube
Kerrie Soundcloud Youtube
Marcel Fengler Soundcloud Youtube
Paula Koski Soundcloud Youtube
Inland Soundcloud Youtube
Amanda Mussi Soundcloud Youtube
Cressida Soundcloud Youtube
Beatrice Soundcloud Youtube
Blawan Soundcloud Youtube
Nene H Soundcloud Youtube
Eric Cloutier Soundcloud Youtube
AOIFE Soundcloud Youtube
Rene Wise Soundcloud Youtube
Grace Dahl Soundcloud Youtube
Dustin Zahn Soundcloud Youtube
Philippa Pacho Soundcloud Youtube
JKS Soundcloud Youtube
Alva Soundcloud Youtube
Pris Soundcloud Youtube
Cryptofauna Soundcloud Youtube
Oktobr Soundcloud Youtube
DJ Plant Texture Soundcloud Youtibe
Insolate Soundcloud Youtube
Claudio PRC Soundcloud Youtube
SORAYA Soundcloud Youtube
Matrixxman Soundcloud Youtube
Lea Occhi Soundcloud Youtube
Fadi Mohem Soundcloud Youtube
DAIYAH Soundcloud Youtube
Narciss Soundcloud Youtube
Blue Hour Soundcloud Youtube
ELLI ARAKAWA Soundcloud Youtube
Volster Soundcloud Youtube
Polygonia Soundcloud Youtube
CRAVO Soundcloud Youtube
madwoman Soundcloud Youtube
Stojche Soundcloud
LSDXOXO Soundcloud
Hypnotic Black Magic Soundcloud
Eonan Soundcloud
Lindsey Herbert Soundcloud
Jon Hester Soundcloud
Fabrizio Lapiana Soundcloud
Carmen Electro Soundcloud
Sept Soundcloud
Wallflower Soundcloud
MarcelDune Soundcloud
Windfuhr Soundcloud
Anika Kunst Soundcloud
Sugar Soundcloud
Jesse G Soundcloud
Baugruppe90 Soundcloud
OCD Soundcloud
Giant Swan Soundcloud
LYDO Soundcloud
Mario Berger Soundcloud
ANNE Soundcloud
Sigha Soundcloud
Nadine Talakovics Soundcloud
Tapefeed Soundcloud
Julian Muller Soundcloud
SITSOPE Soundcloud
Rove Ranger Soundcloud
Neux Soundcloud
Hitam Soundcloud
Neel Soundcloud
Scalameriya Soundcloud
Jacklyn Soundcloud
Stef Mendesidis Soundcloud
Any Mello Soundcloud
Bauernfeind Soundcloud
Sol Ortega Soundcloud
Tauceti Soundcloud
Lawrence Kurt Soundcloud
Cecilia Tosh Soundcloud
Tommy Holohan Soundcloud
machina Soundcloud
Yonti Soundcloud
Answer Code Request Soundcloud
VoidFox Soundcloud
Beste Hira Soundcloud
Cleric Soundcloud
Hybral Soundcloud
Freddy K Soundcloud
Elisa Bee Soundcloud
UVB Soundcloud
Inox Traxx Soundcloud
Unwucht Soundcloud
Tasha Soundcloud
Altinbas Soundcloud
Dubfire Soundcloud
Adrestia Soundcloud
Ruslan Mays Soundcloud
Bailey Ibbs Soundcloud
Phara Soundcloud
David Löhlein Soundcloud
Reka Zalan Soundcloud
RQVZ Soundcloud
Nihad Tule Soundcloud
YANT Soundcloud
.............
B2B
Lea Occhi B2B Justine Perry Soundcloud
.............
Public but not visable on Profile due to Spotify's 200 Publicly visable Playlists Restriction, but accessible through the link
Tasha B2B DJ Tool Soundcloud
The Lady Machine B2B Tasha Soundcloud
Damie Soundcloud
Solid Traveller Soundcloud
Marteka Fair Soundcloud
Q Soundcloud
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Moving to Augusta, GA in summer and considering to lease apartments at Helena springs apartment. Heard some bad stuffs about Richmond county. So wondering if the Helena spring apartments and the area, both are safe since we are new to the place.

Jesus ran like a scalded dog to Barsun’s apartment. This was a matter of urgency because the most precious commodity in the universe had been pilfered. Someone had stolen a SOUL from the Guf (in other words they had a real shitshow on their hands.) This was no mere Brink’s hold up. It was beyond imagining. It was unprecedented and it was a complete and utter surprise. The fact that he passed Shiva, Ghandhi (just an advisor) and Buddha (same) demonstrated to him that the wheels have fallen off the cart. Thor called him down and told him that he had not one soul to have escaped Valhalla. Jesus couldn’t outrun the news it seemed, and he was divinely hauling ass. I guess news travelled faster than his divine feet in a set of Crocs could carry him. When asked he would later admit that they were not in fact good running shoes.
There was a soul missing from the Guf. The warehouse of all souls. This same missing soul was now occupying one electronic being. They had no plans for this. In fact, Jesus was totally against artificial sentients with souls. Every God he knew felt the same way and, since he knew them all he also was aware they had not released a soul. This is not supposed to happen and had never happened. Everyone was terrified of one thing that he would not speak aloud and would not contemplate. That fact was badgering him every step. Someone had fucked up big time or someone is tampering with the whole shebang.
There was potentially someone more powerful than them. They weren’t almighty. Fuck. He needed a stiff drink and a blunt. Desperately. Barsun may have had 8 legs and 8 eyes and the basic appearance of a Trilobite, but he had the easiest of ways about him. When Barsun walked into a room everyone calmed down. The Ytrillians assumed it was Barsun entering the room. Later on modern Ytrillians had attributed this common occurrence to pheromones. Thing is this: it was indeed Barsun entering the room. Pheromones had dick to do with it. He was Jesus’ best friend and the first he turned to outside the Father. Jesus had even discussed things with Quetzalcoatl, and he could not figure exactly how this could of happened either. None of his souls were missing. Jesus already knew this, but the formality had to be observed.
Jesus walked to the door and kept trucking as Barsun opened it at just the right moment. Something was different in the flat and he knew instantly. He was jealous enough that it broke his train of thought. “Where did you get all of the blacklight posters and beads? There was a poster of the 23rd psalm. He walked up to it and read Yea thou I walk through the shadow of death…..pretty much standard except at the end ….For I am the meanest motherfucker in the valley. He began to laugh raucously. “I must have one of those. Now.” Barsun moved to take it down and roll it up for Jesus to take with him. That is how close they were. “I can’t take it but I will get one with no problem. Where did you get it?”
Barsun replied “eBay.”
Jesus was stunned truly and looked at the God and said “You are cheating on Goodwill. You are committing retail adultery. I cannot believe you did that.” Barsun replied “Well you use Amazon.”
He had him there. It just seemed inconsistent with everything else in the flat having come from Goodwill. It just wasn’t right.
Barsun indicated a Bean bag chair for Jesus. He reclined in the same. Given his body type it was amazing how some furniture made for humans was so useful to him. There was going to be a brisk trade springing up in the next two years. Things were about to get interesting for a few sentient races and He was excited for them.
Barsun inhaled through his eight spiracles and stated. “I know about the Guf. And no, it is not an accounting error. I know. This simply cannot be. No one else had access and Gods were diligent and cautious with the souls under their care. However impossible it is clear: It is a fact.
They weren’t at the top of the food chain. Or were they? There were….implications here……
Jesus asked out loud the question. “If we aren’t the ones in overall control then who are we?” Barsun knew the question was coming and he had thought it through. “We are the exact same beings we have always been. Able to do tremendous amounts of good for the most part. We have not changed. I do think it curious that none of us saw this coming as well.” He paused before he continued; thinking how disturbing and exciting this news was. For once they had a surprise and the thought thrilled him that something just upset his view. And for the first time ever he had felt fear. It was exhilarating. It was the best thing to happen ever. He continued “ Someone tweaked the system. However, I am not afraid because of one thing. I sense no wrongness around the event. Nothing unusual has gone down and no one has died, the universe is whole. If it hasn’t caused any problems, then what are we concerned about? Only thing I can come up with is Ego.”
Jesus knew he was right. He did not want to think about it, but he had the exact same experience. He looked at Barsun and knew he too had felt the same emotions. They were both thrilled.
Onboard the HRMS Saratov in Luna Orbit.
Yuri was sitting at his station in the number one chair. People had been calling him number one behind his back. It was a very very very old joke that apparently had more staying power than a tattoo. It just never went away on it’s on. He was running the optimal plot outbound from Sol. They were moving Sub Light at 0.2C enroute to designated warp space. The scientist did not like it when warp drives threw off their Cesium clocks. There is a reason they were protected. They were everywhere and were critical to accurate computing. Not being a programmer himself, he had no real grasp of why. He just followed regs and the Terran Space Treaty of 2225. There were places to depart and places to return. Both had to be strictly adhered to as vessels coming out of warp would have massive radiation bow waves that had to be dissipated in a safe direction. It only took one event where 23,000 Luna colonists died as a result of poor judgement for the players to get a treaty together. Meanwhile the killer of so many had paid the price for his arrogance. His first officer had warned him that it was going to happen. Out of just pure Ego thousands of lives were lost. They could have prevented it. They were required to study such disasters in training but one story stuck in his head and he never forgot it. He could remember the major players involved and he had written a paper on it in His academy days. He remembered the details of the Tenerife disaster very well . Over 500 people killed by hubris and not a little incompetence.
He had started down this line of thought after he had looked at the final roster of nations in the flotilla. This was not unusual as Earth’s forces were fully integrated with common technology and ships. All drive hardware and power systems were identical to their counterparts. They worked as a whole to such a degree that there was really only one fleet. The Terran fleet. They all liked the sound of it. Political boundaries on Earth hadn’t moved for slightly more than two centuries. Not one inch. Turns out that nearly free energy was a great equalizer and the key to a post scarcity civilization. Who would think it?
It all came down to teamwork. There were Corvettes from Cuba The CSS Havana and the CSS Holguin. The pride of the human fleet the IRNS Vikrant was going as well. The admiral felt honored. The George Washington from the New England Confederacy and the SSS Atlanta from the Southern Democratic Republic were also on hand. One thing Yuri did not understand; why would The Northeastern Confederacy and The Southern Democratic Republic not unify. Their fleets were fully integrated and there was an open Border along Virginia that was un defended. Passports worked in both countries and there were no restrictions on residence. It worked for them. They weren’t fighting. The Middle Asiatic Republic sent the Karachi and the Kabul. Both were light carriers carrying a mix of MiG-29Z and F-15 Mk 82 Eagle fighter aircraft. They had little to do with their namesakes except for the identical aerodynamics. Primarily trans atmospheric fighters they were capable of brief spaceflight. The other significant difference besides the addition of reaction thrusters was the material they were made of. They consisted of a Ceramic Graphene matrix that could withstand the temperatures of reentry. The whole concept of stealth had gone away with the advent of gravimetry. So; Why reinvent the wheel? Pick something optimized for aerodynamics without regard to stealth features. Today fights were won by the best missileer and gunfighter. You could not hide. So best be the most optimal aircraft. Besides: Stealth was slow. Top speeds of aircraft dropped during the brief stealth era. Averages were back over Mach 2 now since speed was life for a fighter pilot.
Why pick the MiG29 and the F-15? They were the pinnacle of aerodynamic performance. There has been little to no new knowledge about aerodynamics to come out since those times. They were manufactured via vapor deposition 3D printing. A molecular composite they were strong and had reduced radar cross sections. Armed with a mix of missile and cannon they delivered quite a bit of firepower and were more than a match for any invading spaceborne forces. These fighters would destroy drop ships by the hundreds. Some even wanted to bring back the MiG-21. It would make a lot of sense.
Humans have the Ruslan (his personal favorite) trans atmospheric transport or the C-301 Starlifter. Both aircraft had mixed mode propulsion with highly refined cero-ferrous gas turbines. They were capable of both open or closed cycle operation. Smaller countries often used refurbished secondhand equipment from other countries for a small fee. This made certain there were adequate forces to bear and that all participated. It was in everyone’s best interest. No one wanted some weakling holding their flank.
Both the Ruslan and Starlifter transports were good at different things as the Ruslan carried large payloads but was inefficient in transport atmospherically whereas the Starlifter was great at theater transport but had a smaller payload. This is why it was a mix of these two aircraft. They were complementary. Many think there is a great rivalry going on between the two countries, but both had each other’s technology as well. It was convoluted but both countries ultimately had the same master. They work together. It may be anticompetitive, but it also was efficient. Yuri continued to think along this veia until he heard the Ship’s AI speakeing to the Admiral. “Something terrible has happened.” What do you mean Jezz?” Jezz replied to him “I do not know but I can feel tragedy. I am sick with it what has happened. The Admiral told her to “Get on the web and see what is going on?” “I am Sir and I can find nothing.” The Admiral looked to Yuri and gave him the Conn. Something was about to go to shit and Yuri knew it. He could sense it to. Fortunately the Bridge was deserted and no one else heard the exchange. The crew were running battle simulations from the CIC. Thank God for small favors.
45 minutes later a graviton packet arrived with news that was indeed terrible. He was the only one to know it too. The Galileo had been lost with all hands. They had just recovered the emergency buoy that had warped in. They had been attacked and the Admiral knew who had done it. Or at least thought he did. An AI had killed 50 innocent unarmed souls (that were spying I know) that could not fight back. They had raked them with Maser Fire. He pinched the shit out of himself. In fact, he left a bruise but all it did was confirm what he already knew: shit was about to get real up in here.
First thing was to compose himself as he had to determine who if any crew had family on the ship. This included some 8,000 people of all ratings from anywhere in the squadron. He had one very difficult personal notification he would have to make. Captain Pearls brother Nico was on the Galileo.
This was all so tragic but there was one thing that kept forcing its way to the forefront of his mind and he could not ignore it. How did she know? How did Jezz feel this precognitively? This actually did scare him and if he thought too much about it he would start to feel very queasy. This was outside his skill set. He did not know if this was technological, spiritual or philosophical but he could say this: none of those disciplines actually fit the situation.
It was all a bit much. He had to go to the Atlanta. He spoke to the bridge. “Full stop fleet and await further instructions.” “Aye Aye Sir.” Up in here.
Aboard the SSS Atlanta. A tall dignified black man wearing his dress blues and a gold ring on his left hand that you could hardly read. He had worn it a century. His was the same uniform he had 20 years ago. He could still wear it and he was proud of that fact. His only regret was the fact he had yet to have a family until 10 years ago when he had adopted his son Chris. They were inseparable but Chris was 5 thousand light years away give or take and that made him anxious. And now he had to let someone he held dear that her family was changed forever. He smelled of Hoyt’s cologne and peppermint. He went to her quarters. The lighting was somber and it was dead silent in there. Couch was empty but there she was in a sway back chair it had lots of gold leak and was nicely carved. He had found her crying. She already knew and he was going to shitcan someone when this was over. Then he realized what had happened. How had she known? She had sensed him and she had known it was bad.
He still had to tell her.
By the time he was back on the Capatob he was spent. It was all he could do to restrain her. She was enraged and was out for blood. He had never sensed such fury. Someone had fucked around and now they were going to find out. He had talked with her an hour and she seem to be calmer, but he was going to have to watch her. He knew how she was. There were stories that were all no doubt true. She was a legend and would go down as one of the greatest hermaphrodite to ever live. They were going places and the shit was on. And now there was an unfortunate motivation. That was a dangerous combination right there. Make it personal and logic can go out the window. Make it personal and there will be no civility in victory. She was just the kind of human that was the perfect storm squared. The puddle of gasoline and someone flipped a match. It was a very volatile mix.
He was a bit of a cynic and a practical man. If she wanted to go there he would let her. She would either be a hero or a Martyr. He was perfectly OK with that. Being a practical man it also served his other purpose. She would eclipse him in the history books. At least he hoped so. He did not want his hands on this. The first contact situation with the twist of a western and an incalculable amount of science fiction had indelibly marked the mind of every member of the Greater Terran Fleet. They had read all of the possible scenarios from every Sci Fi author. If you pressed them they would finally admit it. The fleet really liked Heinlein. They had been trying to get at least a Heinlein corvette on the roster for years. They had thus far been unsuccessful. They needed a champion for the cause and they were trying to get One Fleet Admiral to order it to be. The Admiral took some joy in tormenting them. He was going to help them out but he was milking it for a favor. That was going to come in handy. “You can have your Heinlein but I am going to need this in return”. He was just being practical. All good commanders were excellent manipulators after all.
It is plain as day and the idea of a Heinlein proves my point but there was an even bigger more academic question that eclipsed all others. Who was right? Who came closest? No one would talk about it but they were all thinking the same thing.
The Admiral broke a taboo and called it out. He felt it was time. They needed a little friendly wager and a reason to get through the battle. They were going to have a pool where everyone had to pick the author. They buy in was just 5 UCreds. If you don’t live through the battle you cannot win. So: don’t die. Who came closest to the real thing? Which author or story came close to what was about to happen.Once a story was picked it was dead to all others. There was potentially some reward in alacrity. He knew it was a bit of a sucker’s bet since someone had to judge wo was closest and this would be highly subjective and entirely his decision. (Author’s note: I am a veteran of the US Army with several deployments around this dirt ball. I can say the military is the most Fascist organization around today. It has to be. Paradoxically it is the most “fair” in that everyone gets treated the same: like shit.) At least it would be a distraction and would give them something else to focus on. He had a very bad feeling about this. They were going to go in and kick the doors in on an alien civilization. They were going to war. No one would admit it, but everyone knew it. This was not to be discussed. That was an order. This is an exploratory rescue mission answering a distress call.
Vegan Fleet Academy Alpha Centauri B. 6, June 62425 Gregorian.
Planetary Admiral Kenneth Alexander looked out on a sight he never thought he would see. Lots of young people sitting politely in their chairs listening to what he had to say. He wrote the fucking book. There it was on the lectern right in front of him. He had written a book on astral navigation to make a little extra cash and because there was an over reliance still on electronic means to navigate. Sailors needed to be able to navigate in any situation with a sextant, a star map database and gravimaetric readings without the need of an AI or targeting computer (Insert Star wars joke here). The book could have been half as thick in his opinion but the publisher insisted he needed a little more explanation. The Admiral gave students too much credit. He truly felt it should be taught in grade school. He was called a fanatic when he suggested that kids on track for Ensigns should have had basic instruction. His argument being that Ensigns started service in the year in which they turned sixteen. That meant there were some 15 year-olds in the mix. Start teaching them early. They should show up to basic already familiar with side arms and rifles. He was a fanatic.
As far as that damned accursed book goes the fact he had 500 copies actually printed and bound meant there were few of them around, but sitting right about center in of the second row sat a copy of his book. He felt like the guy who saw the first unicorn. He never saw one in the wild before and this book was well worn. It was 50 years old after all but printed on plastic synthetic paper and woven fiberglass for silicone bindings held together with silicone adhesives meant that the damn things were waterproof and actually quite practical. The book required no batteries and even had a quick and dirty position fix protocol in a special section. This particular specimen wasn’t falling apart, this one was just worn out.
The way he carried the book was clear. He was oblivious of the significance. He had found it in a used bookshop for free. They were using it as a doorstop, and they just gave it to him. He had become engrossed by it and at 13 years of age he was finishing his PhD. The admiral sensed this in a psychic flash and pulled back he had poor control still. He was never going to get used to the change “OK everyone come on let’s get back to it the party is over. We have to finish this section and then we will get out of here. There is no class tomorrow so we will have the Parade of the Caisson tomorrow with Captain James Cook on interspecies governmental relations…. Someone was tapping on his shoulder getting his attention. She could have all of it. She whispered way too close for someone who did not prefer women but about perfect for him. He was in the latter camp. “We need you to speak tomorrow sir Captain Cook had a equipment malfunction over Hawaii and is delayed Sir. Pleeeease Sir?” With just enough breathiness that it made him jittery. He was an old perv. He was just that way. The lady in question was 100 years old however but, maybe it was still cradle robbing? He just had a thing for Afro’s in the natural state. It was distracting.
“Godddamnitalltohellwhatinthefuckdoyouwant?” This was a perfectly reasonable thing to say. He had just been asked to do the one thing he vowed to never do again. They wanted him to speak and air his opinions? This is the most dangerous thing you can do in society. He had no politics per se’ beyond one or two things. He was a professional and he would do his job as long as the checks kept coming. He was not a politician and he did not like politicians, of any stripe. What he had learned was ironclad. Never be honest or always be truthful. Pick one or the other was his personal philosophy. He always chose honesty when he needed to hide a truth. No one believed the truth. No one believed the truth because they were put off by it. He always thought back to when he was 12 or so when he got ribbed and harassed about masturbation. His uncle Gerry was kind of a cruel fuck and liked to torment him. He Gerry asked him if he was J.O’ing a dozen times a day or something. He had replied “That is about right.” This had brought down the room and gotten great laughs and Gerry quit running his mouth at him. Fuck you Gerry. You little bitch. In his opinion the media obfuscated everything not by making up lies but by omitting certain facts to fit their agenda. No one took major media seriously. The only objective newspaper he was aware of was the National Enquirer. Yeah I know it sounds stupid but it is true. Reality was anything but and people had come to be comfortable being lied to and even preferring it. All of this is roiling in his head and he has been put on the spot to boot. Add to that the fact that at least some of the outburst was audible. No one seems to have heard it, however. This settles the age-old question. It was only said if it was heard. No one heard the statement therefore…….. The mental gymnastics weren’t that bad. He could deny it. It happens. But he still had to give an answer .“What is in it for me?” Jannel the beautiful woman replied “absolutely nothing sir. This will not benefit you in any way and may once again be picked apart. As such I would advise against doing it. Still I am asking you. My ass is in a vise and the DEAN is having a temper tantrum so I feel like I am being spitroasted by the devil and a lamp post in a not so good way, but I would consider it a great personal favor if you will do this despite your misgivings and likelihood of misadventure.” So fast and so well enunciated.
“Sure. I will do it. Goddammit.” Honesty must be rewarded.