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I’m scrolling through my most searched hashtag: catfishfindom. I notice this one girl posting about her ‘autoscam’ method. Where in some way after you pay 1$, it automatically makes you send more? I’m not sure how this works but it has made me very curious. Does anyone know more about this or has any clue how it works and if there is a limit etc? Screenshots are in the comments.

Hi!
As the title says I've been feeling very discouraged and I wanted to ask for opinions from other people and how they see my situation (Please be honest without being cruel).
So I (24M) have been learning a lot basically since the pandemic started, I am actually a chemical engineer because I didn't have the chance to study CS or Software Engineering, I got scholarship for chemical engineering and they didn't allow me to take something else, although I thought I liked my career. When the pandemic started, everyone basically was fired so I found myself at home without a single clue on what to do next. In my country, laws were very strong about not being able to go out so you could only basically WFH.
I decided I was going to learn Python, and by that moment I had no idea what career path I wanted, so I started learning the very basics from what is scripting and interpreted language all the way to OOP in Python. The only other programmer I know told me at that moment, now that you learnt all this, why don't you learn Django?
So I started learning Django and tried to build projects but at that moment I realized there was just a lot of things I still didn't know but I kept going. But then, I had to leave my country and seek refuge. For around 1 year I didn't have a computer (Well, I didn't even had a bed tbf) so I couldn't keep on programming but I still wanted to do it. One day one person that I will always be grateful for told that he bought a new computer and was basically going to sell the older one for a cheap price so he decided to give it to me, and I started coding again. First I learnt the new version of Django, then I went on to JavaScript basics, then React, then Remix and NextJS, also SQL, MongoDB and Prisma, and a little of React Native too. I've built one project for a restaurant in my home country along with some clones. Folks, I rellay enjoy learning and building and I do it everyday.
But right now, it just doesn't seem to be enough, I've started applying to a Junior position for the first time, and it's been a month where all I get are rejection letters and I read people online that say it's time to do something different because junior developers are not needed anymore because of AI. I still study everyday and I still try to apply but I can't help but wonder if it will all be for nothing? What do you guys think?

I've had another person describe their experience on a "Tantra Festival" with me and it sounded like an eye opening and expanding experience. I didn't ask them back then but ever since the idea kept running in my mind. I couldn't however find any good clues on the internet either I'm looking in the wrong spots or it's very much a "you have to know someone" kinda situation

Part 53
TW: Intense, masochistic sexuality.
Caliope, Clever Little Shit
Caliope sat in the back of the transport, still parked in front of the fancy house somewhere in south LA. Finally, she had her hands cuffed in front of her body, and she could reach her crotch. She dug fingers in her panties and inside of herself, reaching deep, into her posterior fornix. The thrill of stimulation there barely registered, even though it was her favorite spot for a cock or dildo to hit. She was too angry.
She pushed hard, twisting at the cuffs until she fit her entire hand inside of herself, and she could finally reach the scar. It had been there for years, waiting for this exact opportunity.
She dug her fingernails in, the sensitive tissue sending howling signals of pain to her brain, where her own psychology twisted them into signals of pleasure. Blood flowed as she scratched and clawed at herself, but she eventually found what she was looking for. Flesh parted, revealing a small, artificial lump.
She seized in in slippery fingers and pulled it out. It was a tiny handcuff key, with a tiny bit of her own brand of magic stored inside of it, wrapped in layers of cling-wrap. She quickly unwrapped it as blood soaked through her panties and smeared the seat.
She finally got it unwrapped and wasted no time unlocking her handcuffs. The bleeding did not concern her, she knew she would heal rapidly once she was done. She touched the key to the collar around her throat and felt the relief as its magic failed. She quickly used the sharpened tooth on the key to saw through the strap of the collar.
Her own magic filled her, and she let some of it turn to healing. She turned some more into physical strength. Then she checked the doors.
Locked, of course. The DCM was not known for ignoring non-magical security measures. She saw the two officers moving towards her vehicle, and decided that violence was the way to go. She placed her hands in her lap and waited.
They climbed in and started the vehicle.
"Listen," the driver said. "Here's how this works. You don't give us any problems, we don't give you any problems, okay?"
She nodded. "I understand," she said. "No problems."
"Good. We're probably gonna hit a drive-thru on the way. You can get something if you're hungry," the passenger said. Caliope nodded. "Thank you," she said, demurely. A drive-thru would be the perfect time to strike.
She sat in the back quietly as they drove her north. Around Anaheim, they pulled into a Jack in the Box, stopping in front of the menu. "Figure out what you want," the passenger said, turning to face her. "It's my treat."
Caliope smiled at him. He smiled back, then turned to face forward, and that's when Caliope struck.
She felt like she'd gotten a raw deal, the last time. She had never really gotten the chance to fight, except when she faced off with that psycho lunatic who'd surprised her and beaten her to within an inch of her life before she even understood what was happening. She had been training to fight for years and years, and yet when the time came, she managed to catch the guy who was, according to everything she understood, out standing shoulder-to-shoulder with the gods themselves.
But these two, they were former soldiers or cops. Not demigods, not magical beings of immense power.
She surged forward and grabbed the driver by the head, digging fingers into his eye sockets. The man let loose a howl that brought a smile to her face as she blinded him and slammed his head against the seat rest. She brought her feet up and wedged them against the back of his seat even as the passenger spun, a can of paper spray coming up. She ignored him, even as the magical shield triggered by the can popped into place on the man's face and tried -unsuccessfully, thanks to her fingers- to form over the driver's face.
The man let loose and the liquid splattered her face, immediately causing an intense burning sensation. She shuddered as the pain made her cum and redoubled her efforts. With magically enhanced strength, it didn't take long to bend the headrest back, hyperextending the man's neck. His struggles abruptly stopped as she felt something pop in his body and he slumped against her.
The passenger had apparently realized that the pepper spray was just this side of worthless and drawn his sidearm. He thrust it towards he, and she had just enough time to duck her head and seize his wrist before it went off.
The sound was deafening in the enclosed space. Caliope's ears rang as she squeezed the man's wrist and slammed it into his own headrest. He reached back with his free hand and grabbed a handful of her hair, yanking forward and slamming her face into the back of his seat. She felt her nose break and another orgasm swept through her as she grabbed the hand holding her head.
She slammed his wrist again and again, and finally he dropped the gun. She tried to catch it, but missed and it clattered to the floor. She reached down for it, but the man's grip on her hair kept her from it. She strained against him, reaching for the gun.
His right hand vanished, then she felt a heavy impact in her side. She glanced down to see the man drawing the four-inch blade of a combat knife out of her ribs. The impact began to throb and burn as she whipped her head around and warded his knife off with one hand, still straining for the gun with the other.
The knife darted and slashed, opening her arm in two places. She brushed the gun with her fingertips, shifting it. Caliope sucked in a deep breath, ignoring the burning in her side and her arm that made her want to touch herself, and yanked down hard on the hand holding her hair. Her scalp erupted into more burning as he yanked a large clump of hair out by the roots, but she could now reach the gun.
She picked it up and pressed it to the back of the seat, squeezing the trigger until the slide locked back. The cracks of the shots were loud, but her still-ringing ears muted them. The guard slumped, his hands going limp. He dropped the knife into the foot well.
Caliope leaned back and gave in to the urge that had been with her ever since the pepper spray struck her. She wiped her face, wetting her hands and then stuck them both in her panties, coming immediately as her vulva began to burn. She played with herself for several minutes, until she couldn't afford to remain here any longer. Someone in the restaurant or the buildings nearby would have heard the gunshots and the local police might be on the way already.
She grabbed the driver and hauled him into the back, then climbed up to the driver's seat. She put the vehicle, still idling, back into drive and spun it around, pulling back out of the parking lot.
She glanced at the body next to her. "You don't give me any trouble, I won't give you any trouble," she said with a grin.
----
A few miles later, she pulled into a mostly empty parking lot in front of a strip mall. She turned onto the road as she reached over and patted the pockets of the dead guard. She found his cellphone in his pants pocket and pulled it out. She used his phone to unlock it and opened the web browser, typing in a URL that she knew by heart. It took a second to load, and when it did, it immediately loaded a chat room.
U there? she typed and hit send. She waited.
Less than ten seconds passed before the indicator that someone was typing flashed on. A few seconds after that, a new message appeared.
Waiting on u, it said. Caliope grinned.
I no where theres guns an shit, Caliope typed, pausing to check the history of the vehicle's on-board GPS. in san clemente. im in anaheim rn
The typing icon appeared, cycled through its animation and vanished.
Coming there where r u? the chat read. Caliope's grin widened. She hit back on the GPS until it showed her current location, giving the intersection at the top.
Euclid st n katelia ave, in a car w dcm stickers by the arbys
A second later, the icon appeared and then vanished before it could animate.
Omw, the chat read.
Caliope turned and wrestled the other guard's body into the back, then got out and opened the rear hatch. She found raincoats, rifles, a shotgun and assorted gear, mostly tools that would be useful in a rescue situation. She grabbed a raincoat and a blanket and then closed it up.
She threw the blanket over the bodies in the back, then stripped out of her bloody clothes and threw the raincoat on. It was translucent, but she didn't care. She checked their pockets and then the center console of the vehicle, finding a few bills in their wallets and a mass of change in the center console. She took it and walked into a laundromat that was part of the strip mall.
She washed her clothes, smiling at the men who kept sneaking peeks at her body through the raincoat. After they came out of the dryer, she stripped right there and pulled them on. Two of the younger men cheered for her when she pulled the raincoat off.
She left and went to sit in the driver's seat of the DCM vehicle. She waited for another thirty minutes, until a beat-up old Toyota pulled into the spot next to her, and her sister and two men climbed out.
She rolled down the window. "Hulks or ninjas?" she asked the two men. Both sneered at her. "Hulks," one of them said, sounding offended. She smiled. "Good. There's only four guards left to watch the place until the cops come. If we hurry, this should be easy."
----
"Griselda, are you done?" Caliope asked, sticking her head into the kitchen. Griselda sat there, in front of the last survivor of their assault on Garcia's home. He was slumped over, insensate, the hand she had duct-taped to the table by the wrist flayed open to expose muscle and tendons.
Griselda pouted at her sister. "He fainted," she said.
"We're all geared up," Caliope told her. "We're ready to decide what to do."
Griselda stood. She picked up a sewing needle from the table and jammed it into the man's shoulder as she passed him by, but he didn't react. He really was out cold.
The two hulks, Johnny and Bob, stood in the living room, next to the shimmering portal.
"So where we going? We splitting up, or sticking together?" Bob asked.
"Well," Griselda said. "We don't really have any money. Just a couple hundred bucks. And we're on the run, so we need money."
"These guns are worth a pretty penny," Johnny said, hefting a shotgun. Caliope shook her head. "They're not worth enough for us to split up and vanish, the way we need to."
"Duke told us what to do," Bob pointed out.
"He goes by 'Dylan' now," Griselda told him, glancing at Caliope for confirmation. She nodded.
"He did, but the question is whether we want to work for him again," Caliope said.
"I don't give a shit who I work for, as long as I get paid," Johnny said.
"Duke was always good about making sure we got paid," Bob agreed.
Caliope was less sure. She looked at her sister, who shrugged. "Why not?" Griselda asked. "I mean, it's right there. The dead world. We don't even have to look for it, it's right in front of us."
Caliope nodded. Finding the dead world had always been the 'tricky part' of Duke-er, Dylan's emergency plan. But there it was, right through that portal. With that problem solved, the idea of teaming back up with their old boss was a bit more appealing.
"Fuck it," Caliope said. Griselda grinned at her. "Let's go."
They all walked through the portal, checking behind them to make sure the way back was still there as they emerged onto a concrete road, surrounded by concrete buildings and dried-out corpses. It was, the dark ritual room a shocking contrast to the midday sun around them.
"Okay, now which way?" Johnny asked after they'd all walked through. As if in response, a thunderous roar sounded from off in the distance.
"Towards the monster," Caliope said. Griselda took her hand, digging her nails in, making Caliope whimper. She slipped a hand down the back of her sister's pants and slipped a finger into her ass, wiggling it. They smiled at each and turned to share a deep kiss for a moment before they took off, following the two men.
They trudged through the city for over an hour, not seeing any sign of whatever had done the roaring. Caliope noted the bodies and made a game of trying to guess what they'd been doing when they died. She soon roped Griselda into it, and they began guessing out loud. Before too long, Johnny and Bob joined in.
"Those two were fucking, for sure," Johnny said, pointing to a pair of corpses, one piled on the other.
"With their pants on?" Caliope asked skeptically.
"Fine, but those two were definitely fucking," Bob said, stopping and pointing down an alley. Caliope looked, and sure enough, another pair of corpses were piled there. The one on top had pants around its ankles, and the one on the bottom had a skirt that was hiked up.
They all stopped to laugh at that pair, killed in the middle of their tryst.
Johnny walked over and began messing with the corpses before throwing his head back and laughing. Griselda crouched down next to him, then began to giggle and raised the man's hand to slap her palm against it.
"What?" Caliope asked?
"She's got a toy in her asshole, and the dude is still inside her," Johnny explained, wiping tears from his eyes. Caliope grinned. "Adventurous," she quipped.
"Jesus," Bob said, checking it out for himself. "How fucking jaded do you gotta be to have to get your rocks off by getting DPed in public?"
Griselda jabbed him in the ribs, hard. "Don't mock people's kinks," she said.
Bob turned a look on her. "Oh, you like getting DPed in public? Maybe Johnny and I could help you out a bit," he said. Caliope noted a certain gleam in his eyes and decided to speak up.
"How could you do that, Bob, after my sister cuts your dick off?"
"Heh," Bob chuffed, straightening up. "I know you two have your tricks, but I wouldn't need to get big to toss you both around like rag dolls. Trust me, if I decide to fuck you, I'm gonna fuck you."
"Jesus fuck," Johnny objected. "Shut the fuck up, Bob. If you try to rape one of them, I'll help them beat the shit out of you. We've got more important shit to worry about, right now."
Caliope nodded in agreement. She was beginning to like Johnny. He had that big, blonde gringo thing going for him, and he seemed to have a good head on his shoulders.
"Johnny's right, Bob," she said. "And we can target our silence, you know. We could stop you from getting big, while letting him."
Bob laughed, though she detected a tinge of nerve in his tone. "You guys are way too uptight. Can't even tell when you're being fucked with."
"Well, let's stop fucking around," Caliope said. "In fact, we should stop talking, so we can hear if anything's approaching. I'd hate for whatever made that roar to catch us flat footed, talking about whose dick is going in whose asshole."
"My dick," Griselda said, "Goes in everyone's asshole." She stood and brushed sand off her pants, walking away from the fateful lovers.
Johnny joined her, leaving Bob to trail behind as they set off again.
They walked the rest of the afternoon in silence. As the sun set, they stopped to confer about what to do, deciding to stop in an intact building. They had Bob go out and gather grass and leaves and crumbling sticks to make a fire with, and then they heated up some of the camp food they'd found.
After eating, they cleared spaces on the floor and set up their sleeping bags, then went to sleep.
Caliope waited until she could hear three voices snoring before she climbed out of her bag. She stripped down to nothing and walked out of the building. The night sky looked different, she thought. The stars were different and the milky way was thicker and less bright.
She found the bench she'd spotted on their way in. It had small, sharp looking fins protruding from the arms which had caught her eye. She placed a leg on the seat and lowered herself, grinding her hips back and forth. The fins tore at the skin of her vulva, the tugging, burning pain making her body tingle. Blood dripped onto the rusty metal, and she wondered idly if she'd get tetanus from it.
The idea excited her. It was suppose to be a painful condition.
She didn't hear the footsteps approaching over her own whimpers and gasps. She didn't know anyone was behind her until she felt a pair of large hands grab her hips.
She spun, expecting to see Bob there, but it was Johnny. She smiled, seeing him.
"You want to help?" she asked.
"I'm not sure I can, now... You're all torn up," he said. She looked down to see the blood in her pubic hair and on the bench's arm.
"I heal," she said. "Like Dylan used to. It's part of the magic."
"Wish they'd given us that part," Johnny said. He leaned forward and brushed his lips against hers. She nipped at his upper lip, making him pull back. "Don't bite," he said.
"How else do I get you to bite back?" she asked playfully. She ground herself against the bench again, feeling the slight pop as each fin caught and then came loose of her flesh.
"Ask nicely," Johnny said.
Caliope grinned, then contorted her face into a parody of pleading. "Please bite me," she whispered. Johnny eyed her skeptically for a moment, then suddenly dipped his head and sank his teeth into her neck. She gasped as he did and moaned.
"Harder," she whispered. His teeth clamped down more.
"Harder," she murmured. She felt the sudden release of tension as he broke the skin.
"Harder," she said. He let go, and she could see blood on his lips. He lifted her up and bit down on one of her nipples, and the heat of an orgasm swept her mind away for a moment. When she regained her senses, she cried "Harder!"
He flipped her around and dropped her onto the arm of the bench. It jabbed painfully into her stomach and ripped skin at the tips of each fin. She came again, shuddering as Johnny pressed one hand down on her back. She felt him roughly shove a finger into her ass, followed by a second, making her moan.
As she felt his knuckles slip inside of her, another pair of hands, smaller and softer, grabbed her head and pushed it down, smacking her cheek against the backrest. Caliope caught a glimpse of her sister between the metal bars and grinned. Nobody could hurt her quite like Griselda.
"Here," Griselda said. "Let me show you what she likes."
Caliope melted away in an ocean of delicious agony.
----
Bob seemed oblivious to what he had missed out on the next morning. Caliope moved slowly, not because any injuries lingered, but because a slight ache remained low in her stomach, and she wanted to savor it.
Johnny managed to avoid getting clingy, which Caliope appreciated. Too many men thought that fucking her meant they were now a couple of some sort, and that she needed catering to. Johnny didn't care. He packed his own bag quickly and then started the fire up again and began cooking, never so much as offering to help either of the sisters with their stuff.
They got packed up, then got some food, and then set off. Caliope was beginning to worry that they might be moving in the wrong direction, but they had no other clues to tell them where to go.
It was shortly after noon, and they had left the city, moved through a small suburb and out into the dead countryside when she heard voices. She brought a hand up, then turned and pressed a finger to her lips. Everybody crouched down, Johnny and Bob readying their guns.
The voices were getting closer, coming from the left side of the road. Caliope crept into the dead trees as quietly as she could, until she could see a break and the shine of another concrete road.
Eventually, they clarified, and Caliope could hear what they were saying.
"It's not that," one voice said, a woman's voice. "All things considered, especially with how fucking promiscuous he is, I don't really care about you two fucking. I care about him. He's been my friend for a while, and he's in a bad place."
"I did not initiate it," a second woman's voice said. "I know what he's going through. I don't want to do anything that would hurt him worse than he's already hurting."
"See, that's the thing," the first voice said. "I don't know that's true. Let me be clear, okay? I don't trust you. I know where you come from, and while I believe that you are your own person, with your own goals and whatever, I know that all of... You, comes from her. And the reason I came here is because I want her dead. I want her to die in agony, and you're a part of her."
"I am not her."
"I believe you. My concern is how much like her you are."
"Are we just going to talk about how little you trust me the whole day?"
"Nope!" the first voice said brightly. "I was just wrapping up. So if you do anything, and I mean anything, that I could possibly see as a betrayal, I'll cut your arms and legs off, stop you from healing, and feed you to Shadow."
"I understand," the second voice said coldly.
"I knew you would," said the first voice as two figured came around a bend on the other road. Both were young women, maybe in their mid twenties. One had jet-black hair with blonde roots pulled back into a ponytail, and was dressed in black tactical gear with goth makeup on. The other also had black hair, but it was longer and let free to fall down her back. She wore body armor over a t-shirt and gray cargo pants. The goth one carried a rifle, and the way her arm was casually draped over the stock suggested that she was very familiar with it.
Caliope froze, knowing that the slightest sound might draw their attention. She crossed her fingers, hoping the others wouldn't give away their presence, either. The two women walked, silent now, down the road, heading in the same direction they were moving in.
She watched them pass. When they vanished, she waited a minute or two to be sure before she returned to find the others gone.
She didn't have long to wonder where they'd gone, though. A moment after she got there, while she was still deciding which way they must have gone, the dead bushes rustled and began to shed leaves. Griselda and the two hulks appeared.
"Why'd you hide?" Caliope asked.
"There was a dude flying around," Johnny said.
"It was him," Griselda hissed, her face a mask of anger.
"The guy from the TV show," Bob added, though Caliope already knew who her sister was referring to. "The one that led the attack on the compound."
"Shit," Caliope cursed.
"What are we going to do?" Griselda demanded. Caliope held up a hand, demanding time to think.
After a moment, she gave voice to her thoughts.
"He has to be with the two I saw. At some point, he's got to land. If we follow them, we could get the jump on them."
Griselda's angry look turned into an eager grin. "I want him, after we kill the other two."
"Shit," Bob said. "If the other two are hot, I want one of them."
"So we'll kill one and capture two," Johnny said. "You recognize these fuckers, what do we have to deal with?"
"Nothing important," Caliope said. "Nothing dangerous, at least not once my sister and I take away their magic."
They all shared in Griselda's eager look, then.

Due to a one situation, I had to use emergency contraceptive pill in February, which made my period odd. It came earlier and was short, slimy and clotty. I wasn't so sure if that was an actual period, but I waited. I was supposed to get my next period at the end of this month, but actually I got it on Monday (I got it after just 21 days when usually it's 30-45 days) . My period doesn't seem so normal. I did felt all the period symptoms etc. but the bleeding seems abnormal. It's either way brown, red or no blood. Also the flow seems to be light. The bleeding stops, then starts again; it's either way brown or red blood. I'm concerned about it. I'm not sure if it's normal.
I have no clue about this. For a moment I was scared that it was implantation bleeding 😅

You know how you start do the most random things when you're bored out of your mind?
A year ago, boredom found me trying to access my old yahoo email and somehow getting in.
I was hit with a wave of nostalgia upon seeing the updates and notifications of old games like Neopets, Maple Story and Club Penguin.
As I scrolled down, I noticed that there were a bunch of emails in the spam inbox. Curious, I clicked on in and discovered that my brother Jack had sent a bunch of emails to me 19 years ago when he went to the arctic for a research job.
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Date: 4 July 2004
Hey Squirt,
Surprise, surprise! It's your big bro here. I hope you're reading this on the email I made you and give me a reply.
I bet you don't know how to though :P. Anyway, we might get a kick of this years later, so just be my diary for a while, won't ya?
How have you been? I know it's only a few days since I left but I miss you guys.
The arctic freeeeezing and the people are cold too (pun intended). Like, I met this burly dude called Kafka who totally ignored me when I made a joke about his name (you know Kafka is my favourite author, right?)
On the brightside, there's a seal colony close to the base. Blubbery as they are, they're cute as heck. I wonder if they'll let me bring you one back as a souvenir?
Peace,
The best big bro evah Jack :)
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Date: 9 July 2004
Yoooo,
5 days in the job, baby! You, Mom and Dad doing okay?
I wasn't getting much work at first but the guys have entrusted me with a lot more stuff to do-- mostly lab work but that's fine.
Work is better than nothing at all. The Arctic is majestic and all but there's barely anything to dooooo :( outside of work. I'm pretty sure I walked ten laps around the research base at one point cos I was so bored. The internet's bad too and only the email software works.
The people here are literal zombies. It's sunny the whole day but they act like they joy's been sucked outta them. Maybe the cold's gotten to their heads.
Anyway, I'm sure that'll change when I make the biggest arctic breakthrough. They'll be cheering in no time, your brother's a genius after all! :P
Stay safe,
Genius Jack XD
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Date: 14 July 2004
Hey bro,
How's the summer holidays? Did you go anywhere fun?
I'm finally allowed to go on outside expeditions-- catching seals and tagging em, mostly. That's fun.
There's something f**cking (gotta censor this or I'll be in trouble with Mom) weird though. Some dude came to the base and the people are all happy now for some reason.
They call him "reverend". He dresses like a priest even it's cold as heck. He seems like a nice dude, but it's weird that he showed out of nowhere. I asked around about who he was and they just told me that he was a former researcher who found the truth.
As for what the truth is.. I got 0 clue.
Guess I'll play detective for a while.
Catch ya later alligator,
Sherlock Jack :D
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Date: 16 July 2004
Dear lil bro,
How are you? Got any new crushes?
I got a crush, literally. A chubby seal bit me and my arm was crushed. :(
Just kidding!!!! I got a wound but it's all bandaged up now. One of the seals we were tagging wasn't fully sedated so I got hurt.
Am healing up now in my room now.
Btw, Reverend held a prayer session when my arm was bit. I didn't understand cos it was in a language I've never heard before (or maybe I was just doped up on drugs), but all the researchers were crying. I was kind a creeped out, for some reason :o
Stay safe,
Jack
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Date: 19 July 2004
Hey kiddo,
You alright?
Im typing this with one hand. My arm's not doing too well. The colour's all off and it hurts. I'm worried it might have to get cut off or something... Kafka's been nursing me but he keeps chanting something under his breath. He keeps whispering something to Reverend. I keep hearing a word that sounded like "Cathauthi" or something. I dunno the language and dunno what it means.
I asked Kafka and he just told me, "the one under the ice". Then he left.
Weird, right?
Anyway, your bro's strong-- One arm or two arms, I'm gonna wrestle you to the ground when I'm back.
Love you,
Jack
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Date: 21 July 2004
cold.Goodnight.
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The email dating 21 July 2004 was the last one. My brother came back home in August, safe and sound.
The emails never left my mind until I saw my brother again at a family gathering today.
He was wearing a T-shirt, arms exposed— not a hint of a scar on either of them.
I had to ask him about it.
"Is your arm alright?" I asked as we drank beer together on the porch.
He slowly turned his head towards me, lips stretching into a tight smile. At that moment, everything about his face was just *wrong* to me.
"Why wouldn't it be?"
I looked into his eyes— deep vacant voids of nothing.
This was not my brother.
I forced a chuckle, "It's really sunny today, aren't you worried about sunburn? You used to get that a lot."
He's expressionless and silent for a moment, eyes boring into mine, as if probing for something.
I held my breath until his features snap back into a cold smile.
"I've missed you, little brother."

Hi all, We use Crowdstike as or AV and Firewall tool. The intune compliance policies don't detect if these are enabled as they are enabled by 3rd party and not Defender. I was told custom compliance policies may be the solution. I know I need to upload the JSON file but don't have a clue what to put in there.
Does anyone have an idea what I need to put into the JSON file so that Intune detects the AV and Firewall are enabled by CrowdStrike? Thanks, Jass

Self explanatory title. Girl in one of my classes is pretty cute and I want to approach her and say something. I wouldn’t say I have bad social skills but I’m shy and typically don’t go in completely cold like that with people. I had a line ready where I was going to tell her that I liked her nails, then asking her where she got them done, but then I noticed she didn’t have any painted nails so now I’m back at square one. I’m not trying to do anything fancy I just want to start a conversation that could create a connection then validate me going and talking to her in the future. I’m not sure if this is important or not but I thought it was worth mentioning but I am a pretty attractive guy probably a 7 or an 8. I have no clue what I should say to her anybody have any easy suggestions that are good enough to get us talking.

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Anyone have a clue as to why Springfield seems to be totally ignoring the .45 XD, XD/m Pistols? Sure would like an Elite 4" or 4.5" like the 10mm they've been pushing. Especially if they would set it up safe for .45 Super and Optics ready.

At some point, Rockstar Games will inevitable announce Grand Theft Auto VI, because the hugely popular franchise is much too big for Grand Theft Auto V (and GTA Online) to end up being the swan song. When will it happen, though? Not on March 25, as was rumored (the date has come and gone). And not during a subsequent livestream that had some fans excited, which turned out to be a prank.
Let's back up a moment. Last week, GTA VI rumors kicked into high gear when an anonymous forum users claimed to have the skinny on a pending announcement. Citing "multiple inside sources," the user claimed GTA VI would see an unveiling on March 25, with players being reintroduced to a 1980s style Vice City setting.
Separately, the Internet community noticed around the same time that the domain GTAVI.com had stopped redirecting visitors to Rockstar Games. This sometimes happens on parked domains just prior to a launch.
Grand Theft Auto VI Twitch
March 25 came and went without an announcement, but then a Twitch channel labeled GTAVI hit the scene. It featured a GTA VI logo and a countdown timer. And in the stream's description, there was a link to Rockstar Games, along with a message welcoming visitors to "our official Grant Theft Auto VI Twitch Channel." The description further promised that "throughout the next coming days we'll see broadcasting announcements and sneak peaks live through the power of Twitch!"
While it may have seemed plausible, it turned out to be a fake. The clues were there all along. There was no verified badge to be found, but what visitors could find were mistakes in spelling and grammar, such as "peaks" instead of "peeks."
The countdown timer was the telltale sign, though, because it expires on April 1, 2020, otherwise known as April Fool's Day. I can neither confirm nor deny this. But I did read your tweet 😉 https://t.co/0ZEVjR9A4c
— Jorge Consejo (@JorgeConsejo) July 9, 2019 There will likely be more fake leaks ahead of whenever GTA VI launches, the challenging part is sifting through what might be real and what is clearly not. For example, the resume of Mexican actor Jose Consejo had come to light last year and sparked interest because it lists a CGI role for GTA VI from back in 2018. When this was brought up on Twitter, Consejo replied that he could "neither confirm or deny" that he is in GTA VI, along with a winking emoji.
"While I read every message from you, please know that because of contract stipulations sometimes I’m unable to comment on certain projects," Consejo wrote in a more recent tweet. "Please don't feel ignored or unseen. I appreciate and value every single one of you."
Whether he acted a role in GTA VI is not clear, though if not, he could have just as easily squashed the speculation without running afoul his contract obligation.

That's a long title but it summarizes a lot of things. The things that are missing would include the following:
About me:
-22 years old
-Asian
-~5'7, maybe taller with shoes on
-Likes banter and back and forth teasing
-Has no clue about most things people watch on Netflix
-Not obsessed with any celebrities or with celebrity culture
-Currently monitoring the Lakers for any signs of life
-Likes kpop and k-dramas
-No drugs/tattoos/piercings
-Very rarely plays video games
My preferences:
-No drugs (alcohol is fine in moderation)
-Doesn't like screaming
-More laid-back in personality
Questions:
-Is there any advice you would give your past self?
-Favorite number and its significance?

Welcome,
We are excited to have adopted this previously banned community to be repurposed for those in relationships that are on their recovery journey.
In the past, this subreddit ran similar to that of antipornography. Today, this subreddit will now be a community for both partners and addicts that are in true recovery and seeking sobriety, healing and reconciliation. We kindly ask that participating addicts have a minimum of 3 months sobriety and recovery work before attempting to participate.
We have seen it mentioned over a million times that other addiction support subreddits, though great for those just finding out, can be a very negative and discouraging place for couples who are on the right track and looking for others in similar situations as them. We have also heard that other communities for reconciliation aren't topic focused around porn & sex addiction, leaving many feeling like an outcast or afraid to even post. That is where this sub comes in to bridge that gap!
Recovery for both the partner & addict can be scary as it comes with a whole different set of fears, hopes and triumphs. Feel free to ask for advice from other successful users in relationships, share advice you think can help others, discuss the nuances, share your journey to recovery, your successes, your continued fears, tips & tricks for successful recovery, healing, trust building, you name it!
Couples in true recovery are on a totally different journey than those just now getting started and we too need a place to discuss our new reality and feel heard without the added projection of others pain of just finding out.
Not everyone has the financial status to afford every bit of professional help available. Some people live in places where help is scarce or unheard of. Discrediting another users recovery or recovery plan will not be tolerated in this subreddit. We celebrate all recovery, no matter how you got there!

RULES:

1. ɴᴏ ʀᴀᴄɪsᴍ, sᴇxɪsᴍ, ʜᴏᴍᴏᴘʜᴏʙɪᴀ ᴏʀ ᴅɪsᴄʀɪᴍɪɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴀɴʏ ᴋɪɴᴅ

• ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴜsᴇ ʀᴀᴄɪsᴛ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ, sʟᴀɴɢ, ᴇᴛᴄ. ɪɴ ᴀɴʏ ғᴏʀᴍ ᴏʀ ғᴀsʜɪᴏɴ.
• ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ǫᴜᴇsᴛɪᴏɴs ʀᴇɢᴀʀᴅɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛs sᴇxᴜᴀʟɪᴛʏ, ᴛʜɪs ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ʀɪɢʜᴛ sᴜʙ ᴛᴏ ʙᴇ ᴅɪsᴄᴜssɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ. ᴘᴏsᴛs ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴀssᴜᴍɪɴɢ ᴀɴ ᴀᴅᴅɪᴄᴛ ɪs ʟɢʙᴛǫ+ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴘᴏʀɴ ᴛʜᴇʏ ᴄᴏɴsᴜᴍᴇᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ɴᴏᴛ ʙᴇ ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀᴛᴇᴅ.
• ᴡᴇ ʜᴀᴠᴇ ᴜsᴇʀs ғʀᴏᴍ ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴀʟᴋs ᴏғ ʟɪғᴇ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴜʙʀᴇᴅᴅɪᴛ sᴏ ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʙᴇ ᴄᴏᴜʀᴛᴇᴏᴜs. ᴀʟɪᴇɴᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ɪs ɴᴏᴛ ᴛᴏʟᴇʀᴀʙʟᴇ ʜᴇʀᴇ.

2. ɴᴏ ᴊᴜsᴛɪғʏɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴏʀɴ / ɴᴏ ᴠɪᴄᴛɪᴍ ʙʟᴀᴍɪɴɢ

• ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ᴊᴜsᴛɪғʏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴜsᴇ ᴏʀ ᴄʀᴇᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ᴏғ ᴘᴏʀɴ ɪɴ ᴛʜɪs sᴜʙʀᴇᴅᴅɪᴛ.
• ᴅᴏ ɴᴏᴛ ɪɴsɪɴᴜᴀᴛᴇ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀ ᴜsᴇʀ's ᴛʀᴀᴜᴍᴀ ɪs ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ғᴀᴜʟᴛ ᴏʀ ʙʀᴏᴜɢʜᴛ ᴜᴘᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇᴍsᴇʟᴠᴇs.

3. ᴘᴜᴛ ɴsғᴡ ᴛᴀɢ ғᴏʀ sᴇxᴜᴀʟʟʏ ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ ᴏʀ ᴛʀɪɢɢᴇʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴs

• ɪғ ʏᴏᴜ ғᴇᴇʟ ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴜsᴛ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪʙᴇ ʜᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴘᴀʀᴛɴᴇʀ ᴀᴄᴛᴇᴅ ᴏᴜᴛ ɪɴ ᴅᴇᴛᴀɪʟ ᴏʀ ᴛʜᴇɪʀ ᴛʏᴘᴇ ᴏғ ᴘᴏʀɴ ᴜsᴇ, sᴇʟᴇᴄᴛ ɴsғᴡ.
• ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ᴛʀʏ ᴛᴏ ᴘᴜᴛ sᴇxᴜᴀʟ ᴅᴇsᴄʀɪᴘᴛɪᴏɴs ʙᴇʜɪɴᴅ ᴀ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ʙʟᴏᴄᴋ. ᴍᴏʙɪʟᴇ sᴘᴏɪʟᴇʀ ᴄᴏᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʟᴘ: cow

4. sᴛᴀʏ ᴏɴ ᴛᴏᴘɪᴄ / ɴᴏ ᴛʀᴏʟʟɪɴɢ

• ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʀᴏʟʟ ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴏᴅᴇʀᴀᴛᴏʀs

5. ʙᴇ ᴋɪɴᴅ. ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ʙᴇ ᴀɴ ᴀssʜᴏʟᴇ / ᴋᴇᴇᴘ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟʏ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴀ ᴍɪɴɪᴍᴜᴍ

• ʏᴏᴜ ᴀʀᴇ ғʀᴇᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴇxᴘʀᴇss ʏᴏᴜʀ ғᴇᴇʟɪɴɢs/ᴏᴘɪɴɪᴏɴ, ᴊᴜsᴛ ᴅᴏ ɪᴛ ᴋɪɴᴅʟʏ. ʙʟᴀᴛᴀɴᴛ ᴍɪsᴀɴᴅʀʏ/ᴍɪsᴏɢʏɴʏ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛs/ᴘᴏsᴛs ᴡɪʟʟ ʙᴇ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇᴅ & ᴜsᴇʀ ᴍᴀʏ ʙᴇ ʙᴀɴɴᴇᴅ.
• ʀᴇғᴇʀ ᴛᴏ ʙᴏᴅʏ ᴘᴀʀᴛs ᴀs ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ ᴛᴇʀᴍ ɴᴏᴛ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅᴇʀᴏɢᴀᴛᴏʀʏ ᴛᴇʀᴍs ʏᴏᴜ ᴍᴀʏ ᴋɴᴏᴡ.
• ʙᴇ ᴍɪɴᴅғᴜʟ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ sʟᴀɴɢ ʟᴀɴɢᴜᴀɢᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ᴜsᴇ. ᴍᴏᴅs ʜᴀᴠᴇ ғᴜʟʟ ᴅɪsᴄʀᴇᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴍᴏᴠᴇ ᴀɴʏ ᴘᴏsᴛ ᴏʀ ᴄᴏᴍᴍᴇɴᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ɪs ᴅᴇᴇᴍᴇᴅ ᴏᴠᴇʀʟʏ ɢʀᴀᴘʜɪᴄ

6. ɴᴏ ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟɪᴢᴀᴛɪᴏɴs / ɴᴏ ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs

• ʙʟᴀɴᴋᴇᴛ sᴛᴀᴛᴇᴍᴇɴᴛs ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ᴀ ɢʀᴏᴜᴘ ᴏʀ ɢᴇɴᴅᴇʀ ("ᴀʟʟ ᴍᴇɴ ᴀʀᴇ x", "ᴀʟʟ ᴡᴏᴍᴇɴ ᴅᴏ ʏ") ᴀʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴀʟʟᴏᴡᴇᴅ. ᴘʟᴇᴀsᴇ ʀᴇᴘᴏʀᴛ ᴛʜᴇᴍ.

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TLDR: Nothing supernatural happened in the series, it was all possible due to the same technologies we already encountered in the series and a 'benevolent' alien intelligence using them, acting behind the scenes. Colonial humans also originated from our Earth which is why their DNA is compatible.
It might be easier to explain this heavily speculative hypothesis in the form of a timeline, so:
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- approx. 300 000y ago: Humans evolved naturally on (true)Earth, forming tribal societies.
- sometime between 300 000 - 155 000y ago: A race of advanced aliens (from now on "gods") discovered (t)Earth and became interested in Humans. The gods might have been humanoid, artificial intelligence, digital...their physiology doesn't really matter. What matters is they had two key technologies: Advanced FTL and FTL Communication. Their advanced FTL technology was better than what we later see the Colonials use, it allowed them to not only jump ships, but also individual people from and to planets (like a Star Trek transporter but interstellar). Their FTL communication on the other hand, worked by connecting (lets say by remote quantum entanglement) two minds/brains, and projecting visions and data between each other. Maybe these alien gods had evolved from an organic race uploading their minds into a computer, or they were AI, regardless they had high intellect and great curiosity, so they began studying these Humans.
- 155 000y ago: Seeing little Human technological development in tenths of thousands of years, the gods decided to take a number of Humans from (t)Earth and transported them to a different terrestrial planet, Kobol, using their advanced FTL (we could even say they took exactly 12 different tribes to ensure genetic diversity). They wanted a social/uplifting experiment where they could control the variables, without contaminating the natural development of Humans on (t)Earth.
- 155 000 - 152 000y ago: The 12 tribes lived side by side with the gods on Kobol (just as the Sacred Scrolls claim). The gods could have made Human-analogue bodies for themselves, but more likely they used their FTL Communication technology to project visions of themselves into the brains of humans to interact with them verbally and visually. The gods sheparded and slowly uplifted the 12 tribes, teaching them language, technology and society but staying mostly distant from the direct day-to-day affairs on Kobol. The 12 tribes gave their benefactors names like Athena and Apollo and called them the Lords of Kobol. It is possible the alien "gods" assumed the disguise of supernatural gods themselves to not disturb the humans too much (see Asgard in the StarGate franchise).
- Around 152 000y ago: The 12 tribes have learned enough to start experimenting with robotics, and after a while created the Cylons aka the 13th tribe of robots as a workforce to fuel the expansion of their society. Most gods were interested primarily in the human development but one of them was curious about these newly created Cylons. The 13th tribe wanted to be left alone free to live their own lives. So a war began between the 12 tribes and the 13th tribe, ending in near annihilation, before the gods stepped in. A deal was reached, the condition of which were: A: The 12 tribes would receive a primitive version of the FTL jump-tech, so that they may expand and colonize the universe just as they wanted. B: The 13th tribe would receive a downgraded version of the FTL communication-tech, which they could use as a base for the Organic Memory Transfer= the ressurection technology, giving the robots the ability to survive and duplicate, to live in peace. C: Both the 12 tribes and the 13th tribe would leave the war-devastated Kobol, to never return, and the gods would leave them alone. The 12 tribes would undergo the Exodus from Kobol and founded the 12 Colonies, while the 13th tribe would colonize (fake)Earth. The gods concluded their experiment on Kobol, possibly marking it a failure, and moved to a different region of the universe, leaving the humans be.
- by 151 000y ago: The 13th tribe managed to keep improving and evolving until they became organic Cylons, and now able to procreate, the ressurection tech was abandoned. However, that one god who favored the Cylons didn't completely abandon the local space, and it kept tabs on it's favorite 13th tribe (therefore it really did become the "Cylon god" so to say) though the FTL communication tech: It was able to gather data from the brains of cylons remotely, using them as organic sensors to know what was happening. We know the story here from Sam: The Final Five were visited by a MessangeAngel and began work on rediscovering ressurection while their own robot uprising happenend and (f)Earth was destroyed in a nuclear holocaust. The (C)god wasn't allowed to intervene directly so, it used the Messanger, which was really just it using the FTL communication tech to project visions (which were either smaller fragments of itself or independent programmes) again, into the minds of the Final Five to guide them. We know the Final Five then decided to warn their brethren in the 12 colonies and set out at relativistic speeds (since they never got FTL from the gods).
- 150 052 - 150 040y ago: the events of the First Cylon War happen. The Final Five do their thing after arriving too late, and they also teach the newly created organic cylons about their "Cylon god", that saved them in the first place.
- 150 040 - 150 005y ago: The Cold War with the Cylons happens.
- 150 005 -150 000y ago: The 12 United Colonies of Kobol are destroyed and the Fleet escapes as we see in the show. Now, the (C)god kept tabs on his favorite little Cylons since they left (f)Earth, and by now has noticed the same pattern occuring: Humans create Cylons, Cylons rebell, war follows....So it came to the conclusion simply leaving humans and Cylons alone will not be good for anyone, so it hatches a plan: to return the Colonials and Cylons to their primodial home, (t)Earth. Mind you it can't intervene directly, that would break the deal from the times of Kobol and maybe the other gods would became aware and tried stop it. Or the (C)god simply doesn't have that kind of power (it is only one individual rather than an entire collective effort like the Kobol Experiment was after all). Unfortunatelly, as we know it's previous conspirators in the form of the Final Five were already subverted and erased by Cylon #1 Cavil, and sending Messengers to Cavil would not achieve anything. So the (C)god settles on sending Messengers to Caprica Six and Gaius Baltar. The (C)god is not all-knowing and doesn't see the future, but it again uses the FTL communication tech to gather data from the brains of the Colonials and Cylons as organic sensors, "seeing" what they see, and begins influencing events in small ways. President Roslin, her visions and her quest for the arrow of apollo to find (f)Earth may very well be the (C)god taking advantage of the situation and it's knowledge of history and just projecting more visions into her brain. But it could also just be ...religion... doing what religion often does: Seeing patterns where there are none, misinterpreting history, giving claims and predictions so generalist that some of them are bound to fit the reality in some way. When they get to that cave on Kobol and all have the vision of standing on the surface of (f)Earth, that's either the (C)god directly sending a vision with FTL comms, or a separate device left behind and hidden in the cave doing the same thing, a sort of a market or memorial made with the technology of the gods. The only remaining seemingly "supernatural" element left to explain is Starbuck and her ressurection. Let's face it, Starbuck died of her own stupidity while flying into a gas giant. Ultimately it doesn't matter if she just went nuts after all she went through, or if the (C)god gave her little tiny clues and influenced her mind via the FTL comm. tech to commit suicide. However, given the opportunity and the cover of the Viper exploding, the (C)god used the Advanced FTL to teleport the exploding pilot capsule with Starbuck in it, to get her DNA. It also used the FTL comm. tech to download Starbucks' mind before she died (it could be done since the ressurection tech was based of the same principle). DNA + Starbuck mind backup = Make a clone, download Starbuck, manufacture a replacement Viper, send both back to the Fleet using Advanced FTL. This time with a small modification to Starbuck, making her a bit more susceptible to FTL comm. tech. Once the time came ( that time being the unification of the Colonial and Cylon Rebel forces, and the destruction of the evil Cylon base that would have otherwise posed danger in the future), the (C)god had Starbuck input the coordinates for (t)Earth, it could directly guide her hand (we saw Baltars' movements being controlled by his Messenger when he punched himself and such) since it made her body.
- 150 000y ago: Colonials and Cylons have returned to (t)Earth, where they find the original Humans left behind by the gods, still in their tribal societies since they didn't have the guidance of gods, and genetically compatible because only thousands of years have passed since the 12 tribes separated. Replacement Starbuck is FTL teleported away by the (C)god while Lee is looking away (erasing the only incriminating evidence of his intervention). Humans and Cylons decide to go native, "contaminating" the genetics and culture of the control group of Homo Sapiens on (t)Earth (much to the displeasure of the other gods were they to ever find out what (C)god did). Centurions go away into space but that's fine since they're not dangerous like the Evil-Cavil-Cylon forces were.
- Today: The (C)god became the inspiration for the many gods in the various religions on (t)Earth. It once again kept tabs on his favorite Cylons, which now intermingled with Humanity, by leaving behind the two Messengers to observe and alert it in case something were to happen....like humans making robots again.
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This hypothesis explains what seemingly supernatural events we see in the show with existing technology and plausible development. The show hints that the "Cylon god" is not a really god in the metaphysical sence, since in the epilogue the Messenger Baltar says "you know it doesn't like that name". All the technology is already present in the show: FTL drive technology (which always seemed too advanced for the colonials to have unless they got it from the gods), wireless and device-less download of organic memory, cloning of organic (Cylon) bodies.
"Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence" - Carl Sagan
So given that I see no reason to invoke gods where "science" can demonstrate a plausible hypothesis that fits the facts based on the evidence. The show is still spiritual and asks the same questions, not to take away from that. Also of note: I am not versed in the online discourse regarding BSG so maybe something similar was proposed before, but this is my original headcannon.

My 5th great grandmother, Chloe Francis, was the head of a Virginia household in 1820 (she was a widow) and there were 4 unnaturalized foreigners listed.
My question is, what is the likely scenario for the unnaturalized foreigners living with her? What was required to be naturalized during this time period? I feel like a little history would help me in understanding more about Chloe Francis life. Thank you!
I had to go back and edit because I typed her maiden name as Flannery and I actually have no proof that was her maiden name. It is listed on trees, but the only documentation found (Stoney Creek Baptist Church minutes and census records) list her as Chloe France or Francis. Her husband was Jesse Francis. I have no clue how anyone came up with Flannery as a maiden name.

Should I send him this?
Long post again…
He hurt me pretty badly. I miss what we had but I I don’t feel the urge to write him or be in contact with him. We weren’t official. He wasn’t ready, but what he did hurt me deeply.
Context: He left me hanging for 2 weeks after we had a conversation about the future of our relationship: go our separate ways or become officially Bf/gf. We’d had similar conversations before, but he always stopped short of going the next step. Because of that I had already ended things with him twice before. Our last conversation was left up in the air again but with the understanding we'd continue discussing it later on, because this time we were no longer long distance (USA-Germany). This time, I had found a job and had moved to Germany.
All these events happened last summer. He ghosted me, leaving me to wonder why he had disappeared. Turns out, instead of letting me know what’s up, he pursued other women—simping for influencers on Instagram. Then I stumbled upon a post of his in a Facebook neighborhood group where he was trying to find a girl he had seen walk by while his workplace. He made this post during the 2 weeks ghosting period. I confronted him with it by taking a screenshot of it, texting it to him and dying thank you for your honesty. Then I blocked him.
He wrote a letter to explain himself, but it was full of justifications and lacked any kind of awareness and ownership for the hurt he had caused. Basically, he didn’t betray me. I was the last woman he had kissed, we weren’t officially together, he’s Not hopelessly in love with me, he has a clear conscience, plus the usual about his fear of this, that and the other, not having time for a relationship, not being sure where it would lead and not knowing if “that something that’s missing” boils down to him or me. Ok, but where was this letter in the days that followed our last talk? I responded by stating what had hurt me—him leaving me hanging for 2 weeks, fully aware of his realization and not telling me; leaving me to discover the reason behind his pulling away on my own. I then went no contact until December. We saw each other twice in December in group settings, because I’m “friends” with his friends and they invited me. I thought this would be an opportunity for him to apologize in person. Zilch. Nothing happened. Instead, contact was reinitiated without him ever mentioning what had happened and that bothered me. I started taking distance, but every now end then, he’d pop up randomly every few weeks or so with low effort texts, and it would irritate me, because I don’t don’t want to cultivate a friendship with him or any former relationship. I don’t believe in that and he knows where I stand with that topic.
In January, after he’d sent me a follow request on Instagram after +-2 weeks or our contact dying down, I was irritated and called him but kept my composure. I told him that it bothered me that contact was reinitiated and we’d seen each other twice without having a conversation about the obvious. It’s like it never happened. He didn’t seem to understand why the topic should be broached as everything had already been addressed in our letters to each other. In the end I told him via text I was done with going through the same cycle and patterns—same problem, different day. I didn’t want to have to explain my pain all over again nor have to beg for an apology. I said we should use this experience to learn from it. This was my way of peacing out and moving on. He then responded by saying everything has been said—that last (incomplete) conversation last summer and our letters. He holds our memories in high esteem, but said he’s staying single for now. (No one asked him about that, but ok). Well the context less popping up with random texts every few weeks or so didn’t stop. This time I hadn’t blocked him anywhere, he could still see my stories or just text for no reason.
This past weekend, he texted to comment on my profile pic on WhatsApp. I ignored it. Te next day, he messaged me to ask if I could write a Google review for his art, the earrings he made me. I said ok, I’ll do it. I haven’t. I was busy crafting this letter. What do you think? Sorry if the wording sounds odd. I wrote it in German (he’s German) then translated in English on Deepl to share with you.
Independent from what happened last summer, which hurt me a lot, due to our history, I don't want to maintain a friendship. I do not think much of friendships after dating, with exes, etc. For me it is enough to part respectfully and on good terms.
Despite everything, I continued interacting with you in a positive way, to give you the opportunity to start a conversation at any time; i.e. "the way I dealt with things wasn’t right.....", without justification and done. Discussing single status had nothing to do with it.
It was important for me, to know and hear that you understood. Precisely because, according to your letter, you were apparently unaware of any wrongdoing or hurt. And precisely because the last letter came from me. In it I described exactly what had hurt me—you disappearing for 2 weeks without clueing me in after our conversation that stayed up in the air- and what followed. Even in our last phone conversation, I noticed that you didn't think it was necessary or important to address it in person to clear things up. After that, I didn't see the point of having to explain the obvious. Hence my message of January.
Since there was no dialogue after the December reunion and beyond, and messages from you arrive from time to time, I do have to express it. Not addressing it would continue to understate and normalize the behavior of last summer and the handling of this issue when this was anything but normal, respectful and considerate.
Since no dialogue ever took place when contact was reinitiated or upon seeing each other again in December, and because you check in from time to time for whatever reason, I had to express it after all. Not addressing the issue would normalize, trivialize this behavior when it is anything but normal, respectful or considerate.”

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Approximated Earth Date: 3. May. 2235
"Destination set: Earth's Moon. Estimated travel time: Fifty-five minutes, and twenty-three seconds."
Teresh had to catch himself with a hand as the ship suddenly roared to life. The world began to turn as he could feel its momentum change. Questions began to bubble in my head, like a pot of gotesh starting to boil.
Earth? Is that the name of planet 626, or another? Could it be a prison world? Was I just tricked by an elaborate ruse into surrendering myself to becoming a captive once more? Teresh shook his head. No, that's stupid. Unless humans are an incredibly cruel species, there would be no reason to lull me into a false sense of security. They are aware that I am unarmed and alone. Tom alone would be able to physically overpower me. I will just have to trust in my new ally.
Part of him wanted to escape, and another knew that it would be pointless. Even if he made it back to his ship there was no guarantee that he could get the hanger doors open. Then there was a chance that they would just blast him out of space the moment he left the ship. This was not the time to let fear rule him. He had to be strong, brave, and honorable, like his ancestors before him.
A brisk knock came at the door, which nearly caused him to jump out of his feathers. He saw the familiar orange and black form of Tom walk through the door. Along with him, an orange suit and helmet that he held in his left hand. Tom’s throat rumbled before he started talking.
"I looked through our spares. This is the smallest one we've got. Might be a little loose on the shoulders, but it should get the job done," he explained, holding it out to him.
"Thank you," Teresh replied, taking the bundle from him. The fabric was pretty soft and surprisingly flexible and elastic. Though, he did immediately think of one flaw. "You don't suppose my talons are going to poke through the fabric, do you?"
Tom stood there, a hand on his side. After a moment of silence, he shifted his weight to the other leg and responded, "Eh, I don't think so. Long as they're not razor sharp you should be fine. Just don't push too hard against the finger parts."
"Oh, you have five ‘fingers.’ As you called them," Teresh said matter-of-factually. He noticed upon looking at his suit and referencing Tom's that the hands had five ‘fingers’ each.
He held up his own, and they both counted four talons. One that took the same position as the thumb, with the only missing being a pinky equivalent. Fortunately, Teresh was quick on his feet.
"I'll do my best to keep it out of sight. At worst, I lost them in an accident," he explained.
"Huh, good ingenuity. We're going to need that if we want this to work," Tom replied, crossing his arms together.
Teresh wasn't exactly sure how to read the gesture, but his tone sounded positive. He would be sure to upload their language to the translator as fast as possible. When interpreting, the machine outputs everything in a dull, neutral voice. Once the language was properly recognized however, they could speak to each other as if there were no language barriers at all. That would have to wait, sadly, as it sounded like they were about to get moving.
He stood up and began donning his suit. Quickly finding a small zipper, which was a tad infuriating with talons. The Valaxi could manage them just fine, but the kooli needed their own zippers that featured a larger hole for their talons. Just another advantage they had from natural superiority.
Tom shuffled his feet a bit and turned away from Teresh in an instant. Causing him to pause and tilt his head at the human.
"Is something the matter?" Teresh asked curiously.
Tom throat rumbled again, and he coughed. Responding, "Sorry, I just figured you wanted some privacy."
The kooli shook his head, amused by his sentiment. His race didn't typically wear trappings like the Valaxi or the Leo-oup. Typically, such practice was observed as a way to either cover exposed genitalia or to accentuate their appearance. Kooli had no such exposure and preferred the natural beauty of their bodies and feathers. To don clothing atop was seen as a practice that only extremely narcissistic or Valaxi obsessed kooli indulged in. Even their own Jarva only donned a cape and crown when attending the imperial commune.
Of course, he had no clue why the humans covered themselves, but that would have to wait for future discussion. All he could do was theorize as he finally slid on the loose garb. The suit fit well enough, outside of bunching up near his feet and elbows. Not enough to be a hazard, but just enough to look a few sizes too big. He began to fight with the zipper again, seeing Tom glance back.
"Ah, did you need help with that? I imagine it's tough with the..." Tom paused awkwardly, "claws?"
"Talons. And yes, it would be very helpful, thank you," Teresh replied.
Ancestors protect me, he pleaded, realizing what it meant.
Tom took a few steps and knelt down, less than a foot away from Teresh as the gentle zzzzzzzip of the zipper traveled up the suit. The kooli held his breath through the whole process. His eyes strained to find some semblance of a shape inside the black void. Seeing a rough circular object move inside, with some strange jutting or jagged shapes around it. Unable to form a clear picture as the zipper reached the top of the suit. Tom gave it a small tug and seemed satisfied.
"Good, nice and secure. Not too bad a fit either. Just looks like a kid wearing his dad's shoes," he explained absentmindedly.
"Kid? Shoes?" Teresh asked, feeling much smaller when draped in the large suit.
"Ah, right. Kids are what we call our young. Children, kiddos, there's plenty more. As for shoes, we wear them on our feet to protect our skin," Tom explained, causing Teresh's eyes to widen.
So many questions chirped inside his mind. It was going to take hours just to process all the basic questions he had about humans, not to mention ones on culture and family unit. Tom seemed to pick this up too as he held out the helmet.
"I promise I'll answer every single question you've got once we get you to my contact. For now, just try to keep a hold on them in your head," he said, as if able to read his mind.
Now that wasn't something he considered. Though there was no evidence of such an ability existing, who knew what humans were capable of. Perhaps they could possess natural psionic ability. That discovery would make for an excellent essay or dissertation.
It was not the time for essays however, it was time to don his own black mirror. Taking the helmet, he slid it onto his head. It was a bit claustrophobic, and it hurt a little with his crown feathers being forcibly pressed against the top of the helmet. Outside of that though, it was perfectly serviceable. The entire world around him was shifted to a darker tone, including Tom. If he couldn't see his face before, it was now impossible to see anything past two layers of this dark glass. He could feel Tom touching parts of his neck, and he heard a few snaps as the neck and helmet joined together. Either magnetic or through some other means, he couldn't tell. Tom stepped back and gave him a once over.
"Perfect. This is actually going to work," he spoke softly.
"You doubted it working?" Teresh joked, the translator rumbling within the suit.
"Hey, this is completely new territory for me. I'll be happy if we make it past the front door," Tom replied, then pointing towards his chest. "Which reminds me. We're going to have to shut that off when we get there."
Teresh gulped, "B-But-"
"Yes, you'll have no idea what's going on. You're going to be in a new place, surrounded by tons of humans, and you may or may not be in danger," Tom explained, doing absolutely nothing to quell his fears.
However, what the human did next was something that Teresh never saw coming. He actually got down on his knee, more or less being eye level with him. Although he couldn't see them, he could tell that Tom was looking right through him.
Tom's voice was serious, low, and full of determination. Exclaiming, "Teresh. I need you to trust me when I say this. As long as I am with you, you are safe. I won't let anyone touch a feather on that head, and if they do, I'll knock them off their ass. My friends will be there with us too. All three of us are going to protect you. Okay?"
What is this feeling? Teresh thought to himself. There was something about his words that caused his heart to swell. He felt like he could do anything, that he was going to succeed. Not even General Vorin's words instilled him with as much confidence.
"Y-Yes Tom. I trust you," Teresh answered.
"Do you mind if I put my hand on your shoulder?" He asked. More confusion, but he was too inspired to question it.
"You may," the kooli replied.
Tom lifted his hand, causing Teresh to flinch as it slowly but surely impacted his shoulder. Feeling his strange finger appendages grip his shoulder firmly but not painfully.
"I'm with you. Don't forget that," Tom said stoically. Then standing and pulling back. "Let's do some rehearsal in the bay. You won't need to talk the talk, but you'll need to walk the walk."
"Talk the talk and walk wha-?" Teresh began.
"Don't worry about it kid. It'll be just like theatre," he explained, then going on, "that's a-"
"My people have theatre Tom, I understand," the kooli replied, grinning under the helmet.
"Right. Of course. Let's go," Tom replied, his tone suggesting a bit of embarrassment.
Together, they made their way out of the medical ward and into the main hanger, or "bay" as Tom called it. He saw the other two outfitted individuals watching their approach. Able to tell that both parties were engaging in a game of observation. Trying to discern the shapes underneath the suits.
Still only three crew members, for a ship of this size, he thought to himself.
With how small their crew was, perhaps this flagship was decommissioned. That would explain the lack of bodies and ships in the hanger. If their military was even more armed than this... they would make for a wonderful child race. The Valaxi would help them reach their true potential. If Teresh could accomplish that, he would consider it his greatest feat in life. It would cement him and his family in the good graces of the empire forever and bring honor to General Vorin's home.
Tom held up his hand and shook it around at them, announcing, "Hey guys, this is Teresh. Teresh, meet Maxim and Ally."
"Hello," a higher voice responded from the suit on the right.
"Howdy," another low voice emerged from the suit on the left.
"How-dy?" Teresh mimicked, shaking his taloned hand at them.
He heard a few coughs or strange gasps from them, and he just hoped he hadn't offended them in some way. Tom's throat rumbled like a growl, causing the two to stop. A show of authority it seemed.
"We're going to help Teresh get to Mikael. Once we meet, then we'll figure out what to do from there," Tom explained.
"Sounds good. How do we start?" The one called Maxim asked.
"First, Teresh," he turned to me. He tapped the side of his helmet several times, explaining, "if I do that, it means turn on your translator. If I do this," he made a flat sliding gesture on the bottom of the helmet, "it means turn it off."
Tapping, on. Sliding, off. Easy, Teresh internalized.
"Good. Now we're going to start practicing some scenarios. We have a little over a half hour left so we don't have too much time, but it should be enough. First, I'm going to explain what we're doing, then I'll give you the signal to shut your translator off. We need to get you used to humans talking or doing things around you. Whatever you do, you need to stay calm, cool, and collected. Think you can handle that," Tom asked, nodding his head at him.
He clenched his hands tightly, feeling truly confident for one of the first times in his life. Teresh focused his gaze on the three of them, "Let's do it."
It's time to prove my mettle.

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Long post again…
He hurt me pretty badly. I miss what we had but I I don’t feel the urge to write him or be in contact with him. We weren’t official. He wasn’t ready, but what he did hurt me deeply.
Context: He left me hanging for 2 weeks after we had a conversation about the future of our relationship: go our separate ways or become officially Bf/gf. We’d had similar conversations before, but he always stopped short of going the next step. Because of that I had already ended things with him twice before. It was left up in the air again but with the understanding we'd continue the conversation later on, because this time we were no longer long distance (USA-Germany). This time, I had found a job and had moved to Germany.
Well, he ghosted me, leaving me to wonder why he had disappeared. Turns out, instead of letting me know what’s up, he pursued other women—smiling for influencers on Instagram. Then I stumbled upon a post of his in a Facebook neighborhood group where he was trying to find a girl he had seen walk by while his workplace. He made this post during the 2 weeks ghosting period. I confronted him with it by taking a screenshot of it, texting it to him and dying thank you for your honesty. Then I blocked him.
He wrote a letter to explain himself, but it was full of justifications and lacked any kind of awareness and ownership for the hurt he had caused. Basically, he didn’t betray me. I was the last woman he had kissed, we weren’t officially together, he’s Not hopelessly in love with me, he has a clear conscience, plus the usual about his fear of this, that and the other, not having time for a relationship, not being sure where it would lead and not knowing if “that something that’s missing” boils down to him or me. Ok, but where was this letter in the days that followed our last talk? I responded by stating what had hurt me—him leaving me hanging for 2 weeks, fully aware of his realization and not telling me; leaving me to discover the reason behind his pulling away on my own. I then went no contact until December. We saw each other twice in December in group settings, because I’m “friends” with his friends and they invited me. I thought this would be an opportunity for him to apologize in person. Zilch. Nothing happened. Instead, contact was reinitiated without him ever mentioning what had happened and that bothered me. I started taking distance, but every now end then, he’d pop up randomly every few weeks or so with low effort texts, and it would irritate me, because I don’t don’t want to cultivate a friendship with him or any former relationship. I don’t believe in that and he knows where I stand with that topic.
In January, after he’d sent me a follow request on Instagram after +-2 weeks or our contact dying down, I was irritated and called him but kept my composure. I told him that it bothered me that contact was reinitiated and we’d seen each other twice without having a conversation about the obvious. It’s like it never happened. He didn’t seem to understand why the topic should be broached as everything had already been addressed in our letters to each other. In the end I told him via text I was done with going through the same cycle and patterns—same problem, different day. I didn’t want to have to explain my pain all over again nor have to beg for an apology. I said we should use this experience to learn from it. This was my way of peacing out and moving on. He then responded by saying everything has been said—that last (incomplete) conversation last summer and our letters. He holds our memories in high esteem, but said he’s staying single for now. (No one asked him about that, but ok). Well the context less popping up with random texts every few weeks or so didn’t stop. This time I hadn’t blocked him anywhere, he could still see my stories or just text for no reason.
This past weekend, he texted to comment on my profile pic on WhatsApp. I ignored it. Te next day, he messaged me to ask if I could write a Google review for his art, the earrings he made me. I said ok, I’ll do it. I haven’t. I was busy crafting this letter. What do you think? Sorry if the wording sounds odd. I wrote it in German (he’s German) then translated in English on Deepl to share with you.
Independent from what happened last summer, which hurt me a lot, due to our history, I don't want to maintain a friendship. I do not think much of friendships after dating, with exes, etc. For me it is enough to part respectfully and on good terms.
Despite everything, I continued interacting with you in a positive way, to give you the opportunity to start a conversation at any time; i.e. "the way I dealt with things wasn’t right.....", without justification and done. Discussing single status had nothing to do with it.
It was important for me, to know and hear that you understood. Precisely because, according to your letter, you were apparently unaware of any wrongdoing or hurt. And precisely because the last letter came from me. In it I described exactly what had hurt me—you disappearing for 2 weeks without clueing me in after our conversation that stayed up in the air- and what followed. Even in our last phone conversation, I noticed that you didn't think it was necessary or important to address it in person to clear things up. After that, I didn't see the point of having to explain the obvious. Hence my message of January.
Since there was no dialogue after the December reunion and beyond, and messages from you arrive from time to time, I do have to express it. Not addressing it would continue to understate and normalize the behavior of last summer and the handling of this issue when this was anything but normal, respectful and considerate.
Since no dialogue ever took place when contact was reinitiated or upon seeing each other again in December, and because you check in from time to time for whatever reason, I had to express it after all. Not addressing the issue would normalize, trivialize this behavior when it is anything but normal, respectful or considerate.”