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Hello, my boyfriend’s passport has been held up. His locator is 69. Yesterday he got an email saying that his social security number wasn’t correct and he needs to submit a correction. He submitted his application 3/24/23 and just now got the request to correct it. How can that be possible considering he needs his last name, DOB, and last 4 social security numbers to check the status (which he does regularly)???? If we submit the correction soon, what are the odds it still comes before our travel plans (7/20/23)? Thanks

We met on an online dating app in Nov last year and clicked instantly. The first time we met, we had totally hit it off. We went on dates, had great sex and all. We've committed to a long term relationship and things were really fine till March this year. She moved in with me in April and after couple of weeks, she started complaining that I'm not sexually attracted to her, saying that over the past 6 months my interest in her started to decline.
I'm currently sort of going through lot of mental pressure in life to secure a job and make a stable career to pay off my bills and mortgage. Past 6 months have been a nightmare just in terms of survival as I got rejected by multiple companies in the final rounds of my interviews. Majority time in a whole day goes into thinking about how to get out of this unemployment mess and assure her that our future is safe.
I love her with all my heart, she's understanding, supportive and takes care of me when I'm low or I lack confidence. She cooks for me, spends money on our date nights and I feel bad whenever she spends money because I'm not contributing anything in this relationship and rather compromise on my choice to bring the cost down for her by choosing a cheaper place or order less when we go out to eat. We had arguments over this that I should not be worried about money for now but I'm trying to control my self to save that guilty feeling "that I'm not contributing".
I'm attracted to her but my sex drive has reduced over the past few months from all the worry as I'm more occupied with the thoughts about my career to have a good future with her. We try to have sex often in the night but it totally depends on my energy levels in the day and mental state. I can't just switch off these thoughts when I'm in bed with her. I used to watch porn earlier due to stress but I've spoken to her and given up on it and trying to make necessary changes to make her feel that I'm into her. I'm a regular smoker and i never took any pills to improve my performance in bed.
I'm trying to understand where I messed it up and do the corrective measures to make this work. I feel she's one for my life and I'm willing to do anything it takes to keep her satisfied mentally and sexually in this relationship.
Any suggestions for me 😞 ?

We met on an online dating app in Nov last year and clicked instantly. The first time we met, we had totally hit it off. We went on dates, had great sex and all. We've committed to a long term relationship and things were really fine till March this year. She moved in with me in April and after couple of weeks, she started complaining that I'm not sexually attracted to her, saying that over the past 6 months my interest in her started to decline.
I'm currently sort of going through lot of mental pressure in life to secure a job and make a stable career to pay off my bills and mortgage. Past 6 months have been a nightmare just in terms of survival as I got rejected by multiple companies in the final rounds of my interviews. Majority time in a whole day goes into thinking about how to get out of this unemployment mess and assure her that our future is safe.
I love her with all my heart, she's understanding, supportive and takes care of me when I'm low or I lack confidence. She cooks for me, spends money on our date nights and I feel bad whenever she spends money because I'm not contributing anything in this relationship and rather compromise on my choice to bring the cost down for her by choosing a cheaper place or order less when we go out to eat. We had arguments over this that I should not be worried about money for now but I'm trying to control my self to save that guilty feeling "that I'm not contributing".
I'm attracted to her but my sex drive has reduced over the past few months from all the worry as I'm more occupied with the thoughts about my career to have a good future with her. We try to have sex often in the night but it totally depends on my energy levels in the day and mental state. I can't just switch off these thoughts when I'm in bed with her. I used to watch porn earlier due to stress but I've spoken to her and given up on it and trying to make necessary changes to make her feel that I'm into her. I'm a regular smoker and i never took any pills to improve my performance in bed.
I'm trying to understand where I messed it up and do the corrective measures to make this work. I feel she's one for my life and I'm willing to do anything it takes to keep her satisfied mentally and sexually in this relationship.
Any suggestions for me 😞 ?

We met on an online dating app in Nov last year and clicked instantly. The first time we met, we had totally hit it off. We went on dates, had great sex and all. We've committed to a long term relationship and things were really fine till March this year. She moved in with me in April and after couple of weeks, she started complaining that I'm not sexually attracted to her, saying that over the past 6 months my interest in her started to decline.
I'm currently sort of going through lot of mental pressure in life to secure a job and make a stable career to pay off my bills and mortgage. Past 6 months have been a nightmare just in terms of survival as I got rejected by multiple companies in the final rounds of my interviews. Majority time in a whole day goes into thinking about how to get out of this unemployment mess and assure her that our future is safe.
I love her with all my heart, she's understanding, supportive and takes care of me when I'm low or I lack confidence. She cooks for me, spends money on our date nights and I feel bad whenever she spends money because I'm not contributing anything in this relationship and rather compromise on my choice to bring the cost down for her by choosing a cheaper place or order less when we go out to eat. We had arguments over this that I should not be worried about money for now but I'm trying to control my self to save that guilty feeling "that I'm not contributing".
I'm attracted to her but my sex drive has reduced over the past few months from all the worry as I'm more occupied with the thoughts about my career to have a good future with her. We try to have sex often in the night but it totally depends on my energy levels in the day and mental state. I can't just switch off these thoughts when I'm in bed with her. I used to watch porn earlier due to stress but I've spoken to her and given up on it and trying to make necessary changes to make her feel that I'm into her. I'm a regular smoker and i never took any pills to improve my performance in bed.
I'm trying to understand where I messed it up and do the corrective measures to make this work. I feel she's one for my life and I'm willing to do anything it takes to keep her satisfied mentally and sexually in this relationship.
Any suggestions for me 😞 ?

It had always been my dream to be a law enforcement officer. Since I was a small boy, I have always loved the idea of having a gun and catching bad guys all day. Hell, what kid didn't? While everyone was having an existential crisis straight out of high school, wondering what to do with the rest of their lives, I already figured that out when I was 9 and still playing with action figures. After graduation, I applied for the new York city police academy and after 6 months of physical and academic training, I was ready to patrol the streets of New York City.
A few years into my law enforcement career, I can say without a doubt as most of us know by now: Reality is often disappointing. I had made my dream come true of becoming a police officer in a great city, but I guess I never considered I could be disappointed in that. I was severely under paid and overworked, I could barely afford a janitors closet to live in this fucking city, I couldn't keep a relationship to save my life and every time I put my uniform on it was like I was public enemy number one to every citizen. The only thing keeping me from quitting my job and starting over was my partner, DeLeon. The only other thing that was consistent in my life Aside from the constant shit flow from this job was DeLeon.
In just a few short years, he had become like my older brother, giving me life guidance, inviting me to spend time with his wife and son, and always having my back. Last night, I was quieter than usual while on patrol, and I guess he saw the writing on the wall. "Listen, kid, if you're unhappy with your place in life, you gotta do what makes you happy." I looked at him with a mix of shock and sadness I could feel burning on my face. "That's clearly not police work," he said like he could literally read my mind, ofcourse I was an open book to him.
Before I had a chance to explain myself, a voice came over the radio. "Unit 13, we have 10-62 in progress at westport," that was code for breaking and entering. My partner had already turned on our patrol lights and speed on when he said "Well you did want some excitement," while grinning like a little kid behind the wheel. "10-10 guardian, show us in route," I replied over the radio while I spot checked my equipment.
It took us about 15 minutes to get to the scene. The place was some abandoned warehouse scheduled to be demolished to make way for a new mall. The site was also secluded. We hadn't seen any cars, houses, or anyone for miles. "Who the hell would want to break in here?" I asked my partner, not really waiting on an answer. "Better question is who called this in?". DeLeon had a point.
There was no one around or waiting for us when we got there. There were a few large trucks and demolition equipment just outside the warehouse, so there must've been a security guard posted somewhere. "Keep your gun up and don't drop your guard," DeLeon ordered before we checked the area out. It was comically dark,the only light that illuminated our path were our flashlights and the distant full moon. It took forever, but we managed to find the main gate to the warehouse and a few feet next to it, a security guard post. I moved toward the guard post to see if anyone was inside.
"NYPD, we're responding to your call..." I could smell it before I saw it. There was a familiar smell of iron in the air, but it wasn't until i peeked inside that I could make the connection. It was blood. The security guard was indeed inside, still sitting in his cheap chair. His face had been clawed off,barely resembling a face at all now, his lower jaw was nowhere in sight and only one brown eye remained, it looked like it wanted to roll into the back of his skull.
His insides had been hollowed out, and his one remaining arm had half its hand bitten off. There was blood and chunks of human flesh all over the small cabin. It looked like he had been mauled by a fucking bear but I've never seen anyone be so utterly destroyed. I couldn't stand the sight for more than a couple of seconds before I had to involuntarily throw up. DeLeon was only a few steps behind me before he saw the same thing I did.
I could hear him gagging and moving away from the guard post. "We better call this in." I couldn't agree more. Whatever was happening here and whatever killed that security guard, I wanted nothing to do with it. We started walking back to our vehicle, and I noticed it somehow had gotten even darker since we got to the scene.
It looked like clouds had covered the moonlight from shining down. Before I could even process what was going on something had violently tackled me to the ground, at first I thought it was whatever mauled the security guard but I could see that it was a man wearing ripped clothes. There was a brief struggle on the ground were the mother fucker tried to take a bite out of me. just as fast as I was on the ground DeLeon took out his tazer gun zapped away. I got underneath him and kicked him as hard as I could in the mouth.
I took out my hand cuffs and put him under arrest. "Do you think I just knocked out a potential witness?" I asked jokingly trying to relieve some of the insane stress I was under. "Whoever this fucker is he's coming with us." We picked the guy up and walked over a few feet to where we had parked only to find another unwanted surprise.
Our tires had been slashed in the amount of time we had been gone. I would've blamed our suspect but on the vehicles bonet there were 4 gashes that covered the whole of it's length. It didn't matter how maniacal you were, you weren't going to be able to do that with your bare hands. We threw the unconscious suspect in the back of the vehicle and immediately tried to get backup on the radio. " Guardian, 10-30, we need immediate assistance on scene, at least one dead person and suspect in custody. Our vehicle has been sabotaged and we are stranded."
We anxiously awaited a reply but nothing came. Only static. "What the fuck do we do now?" I said nearly panicked. "Try to calm down, they know our location, if we don't report back they'll send in back up" DeLeon said scanning the surrounding area in the dead of night. "You shouldn't have kicked me in the face" I jumped in my seat as I turned around and realized the suspect had regained consciousness and was leaning his face against the division cage.
"It wasn't personal, but now it is cop!" The man was grinning so wide I could see he was actually drooling. "Did you kill that man out there you son of a bitch?" I said trying to regain my composure. "No. My friends did, but I'll make sure you get it worse."
I was taken aback by this and felt my hand tightening against my holstered weapon. "You got friends out here asshole?" DeLeon cut in. "Oh sure, and don't think I forgot about you zapping me either, you'll get yours too."
DeLeon exited the vehicle and I immediately followed him out. "What's our play here man?" He opened the back of our patrol vehicle and pulled out a pair of shotguns from a duffel bag. "We aren't gonna let those fuckers hunt us. Shoot whatever isn't friendly." As he tossed me one we both stopped in our track's.
Somewhere in the distance we could hear a horrendous sound that I could only associate with some kind of roar. "What the fuck is that?" I gripped tightly on the shotgun and I readied myself. "Something tells me it might be his friends." Suddenly we heard another roar, this one sounded closer but coming from a completely different direction. "Oh Jesus, what the hell is that?!" I took cover behind the vehicle.
"Whatever they are, their surrounding us." DeLeon was aiming in the direction where the last roar came from. My heart was racing. Even with the moonlight illuminating us again,we couldn't see 10 feet in front of us. We could hear whatever was out there now. They were close enough that we could make out the sounds of something large and fast quickly running from places we couldn't see in the darkness.
Suddenly, I heard a loud, deafening gunshot coming from DeLeon's direction. I didn't know if he had gotten anything with the first shot but he kept firing, before I could join in something had smashed into him so hard and fast he flew through the air and landed several feet away from the cover of our vehicle. As soon as I saw him land, I sprinted toward him, shooting a few times in the direction I saw that black blur speed towards to. "DeLeon, are you alright?!" I asked while trying to get him off the ground. "MY LEG!"
He didn't need to say much more. Even in darkness, I could see he had landed terribly, and his leg was bent in a way it wasn't meant to. I handed DeLeon my shotgun as his had been thrown somewhere in the darkness, I got him up, and we could only get a few steps in before we hear another roar of whatever was hunting us. Before any of us could react, we were violently thrown in the air again. I managed to land close to the passenger side of the vehicle, DeLeon hadn't been so lucky.
A few feet from me, what looked like a massive black warewolf dragging my partner across the ground... moments after it started ripping chunks out of him however way it could. It sliced into DeLeon's belly, and his intestines came spilling out. DeLeon was somehow still alive through all of that,trying to defend himself with one hand and trying to unholster his sidearm with the other. The warewolf bit unto his hand, taking all his digits off, then another warewolf joined in ravaging my partner. The only thing I could manage to do was jump inside the car and lock myself in as the two warewolfs finished ripping DeLeon apart.
"I told you we were going to get yours." I jumped as I had forgotten about the subject. Still, I'm custody. "Shut the fuck up!" I aimed my sidearm straight at the suspects head.
"I may not make it out of here tonight, but I'll make sure to empty this on your face first!" My heart dropped to my stomach as I was pointing my weapon. As soon as the man leaned out of the darkness, he was lit by the moonlight and started laughing maniacally. Maniacal laughter turned into violent convulsions. He had started to go through a transformation. He broke free of the handcuffs, and his body started to grow,somehow outgrowing his own skin to the point I could see it ripping throughout his exposed body. His face had begun to morph into something out of the sickest person's nightmares.
Something inside his face was trying to explode out, so he used his claws to rip his own human face off, revealing a demonic warewolf that was still somehow grinning at me. Another warewolf had jumped on the car and was staring right at from the other side of the windshield, the other one had slowly peeked up from my passenger side window, both still stained in my partner's blood and now we're out for mine. Realizing how complete and utterly fucked I was, I started hyperventilating and in what seemed like unison all three werewolves attacked their respective sides. The first one to get through was the one by my passenger side window, it easily smashed through and immediately tried to bite my face off,it missed by a few inches, the only reason it didn't succeed in it's second attempt is because I fired a round right inside its mouth. This staggered it enough for me to uncomfortably slide over to the driver's seat.
The warewolf on the car bonet was quickly smashing through the windshield and desperately trying to bite or slash at me. The one still in custody was bitting his way through the metal cage and seemed to be the most anxious of all to get to me. I shot off a few more rounds to the one that was now apparently stuck halfway through the window space due to how massive it was. It didn't seem to hurt it at all. Maybe piss it off more. It was only a matter of time before they got to me, and having a bullet as a final meal was starting to sound like a good idea.
I turned the barrel of my weapon to my lower jaw pointed up, I could still feel the heat emanating from it and the faint smell of gunpowder still in the air. I was about to pull the trigger when one of the werewolves, the one on top of the bonet and desperately reaching for me only seconds before,was thrown off violently off the car. Seconds after it was the one stuck in the window, it was pulled so hard back that chunks of flesh remained on the broken glass left. Lastly, the door to the back seats was ripped off, and something pulled the suspect that had turned into a hound from hell out. I was convinced I was going to be next, but nothing happened for the next few minutes.
I heard the roars of those creatures somewhere in the dark,different now,sounding less powerful and frightening and more hurt and frightened. I want to say I was brave during the whole encounter but the truth is I was a nervous wreck, I spent the next eternity with my gun pointed at the darkness in front of me waiting for something worse than those werewolves to take me, I wouldn't have been able to shoot anything even if I tried with how much my hands were shaking. Maybe an hour passed when I saw the red and blue lights approach, I didn't really feel safe until fellow officers I barely recognized pulled me out of the destroyed patrol vehicle. The next few hour's were a complete blur, I remember getting medical attention at the scene, being taken into questioning for hour's trying to explain the fucked up events that had taken place that night. We have body cameras that are mandatory for all NYPD officer's to use while on duty so that should have been more than enough evidence to explain everything and clear my name.
A few hours into waiting in a precinct interrogation room, a man holding a folder and who I've never met before comes in and sits down opposite me. "I'm terribly sorry to have made you wait so long, Mr. Morales, I had to grab a few things from the boys at csi" the man said with an accent I couldn't quite place. "Look if you're going to ask me what happened again, save it. You've got my body cam footage. There's nothing else for me to say."
I hung my head in defeat and expected him to berate me of the potential years of jail I could be facing. "You mean the body camera footage that has been destroyed?" I jumped my attention back at him. "What the fuck are you talking about?" He threw a folder at the middle of the table containing photographs of the crime scene. Our destroyed patrol vehicle, the dead security guard at his post, and a few random dismembered bodies, I thought I recognized one of the bodies using the same clothing as our suspect.
"I don't understand. What's going on here?" I was tired, confused, and angry, and I had half a mind to punch the fancy dressed bastard in the mouth at this point. " What's going on, Officer Morales? Is that you and your deceased partner encountered not one but three lycanthrope's last night. It's a very rare occurrence to survive an encounter with one, let alone three.
All evidence of last night's events has been confiscated and suppressed. The department will issue a statement of your partners death that will not involve supernatural creatures." I interrupted him as he was beginning another sentence."I've had a really stressful night, and I'm sorry, I don't think I've ever seen you in our department before, not that I'd care what your fucking name is or your hopes and dreams but you just barge in here and start telling me thing's that don't make a lick of fucking sense to me." I drop my head yet again in indifference.
"All I want to know right now is, am I crazy or not." The man looked sympathetic although in a very robotic way. "You're not crazy Mr. Morales. And as you most eloquently put it, you and I have never met. Consider me a liason between our two departments." "What department?" I asked, genuinely confused. "The one you've just been transferred to."

So yeah, second part. I forgot to say the page count last time of this chapter last time, so I'll say it now. Chapter four is about fifty pages long, so it fits the bill when it comes to these things. Not much else to say, so enjoy.
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Jacob pondered.
On what exactly? Oh fine, I’ll tell you.
Jacob had just received what was, hopefully, a relatively unfiltered version of the recent events and situation on the planet. After about an hour of explanation, A had finished on the arrival of the disassembly drones, and the subsequent widespread assault on the worker drones. When Jacob had asked for the specific story of A’s squad, A had skirted around it, only lightly touching upon the subject. It was slightly suspicious, but Jacob didn’t plan on doing anything about it.
However, if it was the truth, it only raised more questions than answers. The fact that a company was willing to exterminate the entirety of what was probably a massive investment was just baffling. Jacob could only come up with two explanations, one of which was rather worrying to think about. The first was that of changing times; perhaps the company was so rich, and technology so advanced, that the worker drones could be replaced with the ease of buying another shipload of tissues. If you threw away an entire box of tissues, it would be annoying to say the least, but it wouldn’t cost a lot to just get another one.
But, it just didn’t make sense to Jacob that that would be the case. The United States military in the time of Jacob had heaps, thousands of missiles, and could afford to replace them as they were used. But if they all disappeared at once? It would take lots of time, money, and effort to replace each and every single last one of the lost payloads, and not to mention the logistical nightmare it would be.
So, that led Jacob to his other solution, one that insinuated a scenario far more confusing and sinister. If the company decided to just annihilate every worker drone, which is a very radical and illogical decision by a galaxy-spanning megacorporation, then it would line up with certain other decisions made by other people in the past.
During the Second World War, the U.S. government was fearful of a potential Japanese invasion. They believed that, if they did land boots on American soil, that the Japanese-Americans would rise up, taking the side of the invaders. And so, Roosevelt made the Executive Order 9066, ordering over one hundred and twenty thousand Japanese-Americans to be interned in concentration camps, where they would remain until near the end of the war.
This was an apt example for how even the most level-headed of individuals could make bad decisions under the influence of fear. If Jacob assumed that the same was true for this day and age, then perhaps the administration at the company had sent machines to kill the entire worker drone populace due some or maybe even all of them being much more dangerous than what was being let on. It was a bit far-fetched, but was the one of the only viable solutions at the moment, aside from his theory that nothing was real and they were all figments of the imagination of a being so complex they were nothing but fiction to it, but the chances of that were little to none.
Right?
Jacob’s pondering was interrupted by someone waving their hand in front of his face.
“Ugh, hello?” A snapped his fingers twice. “You there?”
Jacob blinked, refocusing on his present company. “Uh yeah, just processing.”
A scoffed. “Processing what? I thought humans were superior or something?”
Jacob smacked A’s hand out of his face. “Me too.”
A raised an LED eyebrow.
“Doesn’t matter.” Jacob waved hand in a dismissive way. “What now?”
“I dunno. That's all I had.” A shrugged.
“Nothing else you’re hiding?” Jacob questioned.
“No. There isn’t.” A glared at Jacob. “Now drop it.”
Jacob held up his hands in surrender. “Okay, jeez man, calm down. I just don’t wanna be bored for however long I’m stuck here.”
“Yeah well, that's not really my problem.” A stated.
Jacob didn’t reply, only sighing, before standing and getting up out of his seat.
A startled. “Wait, where are you going?”
“Out.” Jacob simply replied.
“Why?” A inquired.
Jacob shrugged. “Bored.”
A got to his feet as well. “Fine then. I guess I’m going as well.”
“You’re coming with?” Jacob asked incredulously.
“Yeah. I can’t have you running off and getting yourself killed.” A reasoned.
“They kept saying that too.” Jacob grumbled.
“Who said that?” A tilted his head.
“K and X.” Jacob answered. “Also, why don’t y’all have normal names? Why just letters?”
“I dunno.” A non-committedly replied.
“Huh.” Jacob took that as a cue to leave, turning to the ladder.
A followed closely behind, waiting until Jacob had gone through the small exit to ascend himself.
Jacob didn’t bother to use the ladder on the way down, buckling his knees and dropping the last few feet, hearing the snow crunch beneath him. He had been prepared to absorb the impact, but it seemed like whatever advanced mechanics his suit possessed had done the job all by itself, which was pretty nice. He made a mental note to test out the capabilities later on, just to get a general sense of the limits and what would be a danger to him.
Jacob heard a similar crunching noise behind him, causing him to look backwards, seeing A just awkwardly standing there.
“Just gonna follow me? Really?” Jacob was slightly annoyed.
“Yeah. I’ve gotta keep you safe until someone else takes you off my hands, or else I’ll-” A cut himself off.
Jacob took note of that, inferring what he might have been about to say. It only served to confirm his notion that he was sort of a VIP on the planet. He was to be protected at all costs, which was pretty nice for Jacob.
“So, you gonna do anything?” A asked.
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The sound of snow crunching filled the empty room as the pair walked into it.
“Can we go back already?” X complained.
“No, and be quiet.” K scolded him. “It’s too echoey in this room, it’s annoying.”
X scoffed. “Pff, it’s fine. Nobody’s around for miles, we’re all good. Now when can we go back?”
K rolled her eyes. “We can go back when we find something, You heard what he said.”
“What who said?” X inquired.
“You idiot, our squad leader!? Our boss that we’ve spent who knows how long with!?” K cried out.
“Calm down, just messing around.” X leaned against the wall.
“Whatever, you know what A said. We can’t come back until we’ve found water.” K reminded X.
“Why do we even need it? I’m sure he’ll be fine.” X waved off the issue.
“He’ll die.” K deadpanned.
“He can walk it off.” X waved off the issue again.
“I don’t care, just get off the wall, we’ve gotta search every building.” K gestured for X to follow.
“How can we even find anything in here? Everywhere else we’ve checked has been empty.” X took his place next to K.
“You never know, now get to it.” K kicked over a rock, exposing a small marble.
X trotted over to a dented metal counter on one side of the room, peering underneath it.
“Nothing here, this is useless.” X whined.
“Shut up.” K called out.
X surprisingly obliged, kneeling down and searching the small cabinets that were connected to the counter. After finding nothing but a small skeleton huddled inside one of them, X sighed heavily, before making his way over to a large metal box. It might’ve been taller than him if it wasn’t tipped over on its side, with an assortment of power cords snaking out from an outlet on the back of it. Seeing a small handle on the front, X tugged on it, the slight rust giving way to superior strength.
However, X’s eyes went wide with shock, which changed to glee.
“Hey, look what I’ve found!” X called out to K.
K’s head whipped up, staring at the prize that X was brandishing. “You found- what is that?”
If the two had any idea what warm food was, they would’ve recognized the lumpy frozen good that X had in his hands as a perfectly preserved rotisserie chicken. If they had any sort of reheating device, and if they had proper taste buds, they might have been able to enjoy the sweet experience of a Thanksgiving dinner. However, they were ignorant robots who were about as smart as a middle schooler, so the only reaction that they, or at least one of them had, was confusion.
“I dunno, but it says chicken on the side!” X proudly exclaimed.
“What’s chicken?” K questioned.
“I’m . . . not sure . . . but I’m pretty sure it's food.” X’s LED eyebrows furrowed in thought.
“How do you know that?” K asked.
“Uh, I don't?” X seemed more confused than ecstatic now.
K shook her head. “Did you find anything useful?”
“Well I found this clear thing, but it only says something called ‘Dasani’ on the side.” X held up a clear plastic bottle, putting his finger in quotation marks when he said it.
“Give me that!” K dashed across the room, snatching the item out of X’s hands.
“Wha- hey!” X tried to grab at it, but K held it out of his reach.
“Back up!” K swatted X in the face, inciting a squawk of surprise.
“I found it first, give it back!” X shot back, tackling K, causing the bottle to roll across the ground.
The two began slugging at each other, scrabbling across the ground for dominance over a goddamn bottle, like a gang of the aforementioned middle schoolers. Nearly crushing the contested item multiple times, the two spent a good thirty seconds duking it out. And after K finally managed to curl into a ball around the bottle, X tried to no avail to recapture his former possession.
“You motherfu-” X was cut off by a noise from the door that led deeper into the building
The two highly professional disassembly drones shot to their feet, their gazes snapping to the origin of the sound. Standing there was a figure, about the same height as K and X, with familiar black plating and armor, kneeling down to grab a small blue marble that was on the floor. It appears as though the idiot had been trying to be sneaky to avoid capturing the attention of the killer robots, which clearly didn’t go as planned.
“Uh, hi.” The drone said after a moment of silence.
Even more silence.
The military drone took that as a cue to scoop up the marble, before dashing out of the room.
K and X instantly took chase, with K pocketing the small bottle for later. The military drone wasn’t quite fast, but it did make use of its head start well. The unnamed drone disappeared behind the corner, with the pair of disassembly drones right on his heels. However, when K turned around the edge, a bullet tore through the air, finding its home in her head. Completely unprepared, she fell to the ground.
X, contrary to what some might do, didn’t stop to assist her, instead just simply vaulting over her body, speeding onward. He was rapidly closing the distance between him and the military drone, when his prey suddenly whipped around with a pistol in its hand. X, unlike his comrade, was prepared for this inevitability, turning to the side and out of the path of the trio of bullets as they flew by him. X followed up on this by diving down onto the hapless drone, trying to skewer it on gleaming metal claws.
The drone didn’t have a chance to fight, but unknown to X, he did have time to press the small panic button on its jawline, or where the jawline would be if it was a human. If anyone on this planet was familiar with standard police or even military practice, they would recognize the small button as the useful yet annoying panic button.
For a bit of context, the panic button is usually represented as a small and easy-to-access device that, when activated, sends out an emergency distress signal that would notify the proper authorities of the panic button’s location and a dire situation. The panic button is common in the military, police personnel, elderly homes, schools, corporate buildings, apartment buildings, and basically everywhere else that isn’t a ghetto.
The drone, however, proved to be much smarter than his predecessors, much to the dismay of X. It dove to the side, dropping down and through a weakened rusty grate. As X’s claws scraped against the wall, the fleeing drone tossed a metal panel that was blocking the way out to his side, before dashing through the door. X jumped down to the lower floor, before continuing his chase.
A flurry of bullets ripped towards him, but X brought his arm up, letting his forearm absorb the projectiles that hit, and most missed. The drone ran down a comically long flight of stairs, taking three steps at a time. The stairs continued downward, eventually opening up to a basement with a gaping hole in the wall, which led straight into darkness. The drone nearly fell into the hole from the momentum of jumping down the stairs. But, it just managed to skid to a stop at the edge.
X landed at the foot of the stairs, crouching to absorb the impact. X’s gaze focused on the drone that was pointing the pistol at X, sights drawing a solid bead on his head. However, when it pulled the trigger, it was only met with a slight clicking sound. The drone gaze jerked down to the pistol, then straight back up to X, who was now diving towards it, claws outstretched.
The drone jumped backwards, losing his balance. Its foot slipped off the edge, and while the sudden space between it and X saved its life for the time being, it did have to contend with gravity, which was now pulling on the drone by a considerable amount.
X watched as the drone tumbled down the pit, hitting the sides. However, the sides of the pit were both sloped and slick with a thin sheet of ice, causing the drone to slide down to the bottom. The drone slammed against a large rusty metal pipe, which was a solid indicator of the pit’s identity as a sewer.
The drone scrambled to its feet, caving the skull in of a skeleton that appeared to have been a former inspector when one took into account the corpse’s clipboard and tattered clothes. X slammed down onto the large pipe, causing it to resonate like a gong. The drone snatched up a small length of rusty metal rebar that had impaled itself on the ground, the edge of the steel surprisingly sharp. The drone adopted a fighting stance, pointing the business end towards X.
The robotic predator didn’t care, however, just simply stabbing his prey with his own pointy stick, the sharp end of his nanite acid tail. The sharp tool stuck itself in the drone’s shoulder, causing it to drop the bar and curse. X took the opportunity to grip the drone by the head, while digging the claws of his other hand in its chest. X then looked into the opaque black visor of the military drone, before pulling in two opposite directions.
The effects were made known quickly, with the head of the military drone migrating away from its home connected to the body. Oil splashed down onto X, who took the opportunity to feed. X dropped the head, letting it hit the ground with a clang, dropping the body as well.
X stood over the fallen corpse, claws gleaming with oil. K landed next to him, retracting her wings.
“So you got it?” K asked.
“No I didn’t, he got away. This body right here is just a random pigeon, and you’re just hallucinating.” X replied sarcastically. “Also, how the hell did you get here so fast?”
K rolled her eyes. “Oh, be quiet. I’m just making sure, because knowing you, you would probably let him go for the funny.” She ignored his latter question.
“Well now that you mention it . . .” X looked sorrowfully at the body.
K punched him in the arm. “Whatever, we gotta go. I seriously doubt that he was alone-”
She was cut off yet again by a loud crash that originated from the hole up on the wall. The duo whipped around, only to see several guns pointed straight at them.
“Sup.” X nodded at the intruders.
* * *
The sound of conversation could be audibly heard from the lit tent.
The tent had been designated as the de facto headquarters for the former facility personnel, with a smaller offshoot serving as a meeting room for the leadership. The offshoot tent in question was currently being used for its purpose, with an emergency meeting being called. Not because of the discovery of a dead body, but for a different matter entirely.
“Can anyone at least tell me how this happened?” The Lead Engineer leaned on the table.
One of the data officers stepped forward. “We believe that when we were evacuating the facility, an error occurred that declassified the file.” They answered.
“An error did this.” The General wasn’t convinced.
“Well, yes. The computers had been degrading for a while now, and we had noticed that several of our autonomous programs were misbehaving, or just outright not working at all.” The data officer replied.
“And we did nothing about this?” The General glared at the trio of data officers that had joined them.
“We actually were doing all we could, but we didn’t have the materials to make a complete fix.” The Lead Engineer interjected.
“Why didn’t you tell me then!?” The General exclaimed.
“I did. You probably just forgot again.” The Lead Engineer suggested.
“What? I have the best memory here.” The General puffed out his chest proudly.
“Alright then, what were we just talking about?” The Lead Engineer inquired.
The General frowned. “We were talking?”
The Lead Engineer facepalmed. “Goddamn idiot.”
One of the data officers stepped up. “Uh, sir? There is still the matter of the ones who discovered the information.”
“Oh yeah, uh, dump them off the eastern bridge.” The Lead Engineer waved off the issue.
With a simple nod, the data officers left, accompanied by a few guards as well. The Lead Engineer sat back in his chair, before steepling his fingers on the desk. He looked back and forth between the assembled leadership, before the General spoke up.
“So, are we gonna continue or what?” He crossed his arms.
“Yes, sorry.” The Lead Engineer motioned to one of his ministers. “You take the lead, Kane.”
Kane got up, walking to the front of the tent, dragging a projector on a cart with him. When he arrived, he pulled down the white screen, securing the hook on a latch on the bottom. He then adjusted the cart, facing the lens towards the screen. He then attached a laptop to the projector, pressing a few buttons and fiddling with a few switches, cursing once. Finally, the projector flickered to life, shining an image onto the screen.
Kane cleared his throat. “Ahem, so. What you are seeing here is the first page of the document in question. As you can see here, it appears to be warning against a drone viewing whatever the contents of this file is.” Kane flicked to the next slide. “It continues to vehemently express this multiple times, not really differing in its warning at all.”
One of the military ministers, Alicia, raised her hand. “Uh, question?”
Kane paused. “What is it?”
“Its warning against drones? She asked.
“Yes, it is. I’ll explain this later on, so save your questions for the end please.” Kane looked back to the projection, skipping through the slides until he landed on the first one without a warning.
“Ah, here we go. So, as you can see here, this appears to be a logo for JCJenson-'' Kane was interrupted by a faint, “In Spaaaaacee!” from an unknown source. “Uh, anyway, as all of you know, JCJenson was the company that owned this planet, and the one that provided the drones that the government were using in their facility, which was us.” Kane flicked to the next slide.
“Here we can see a title for a project, along with several bits of accompanying information, like locations, associates, page number, references, you get the picture.” Kane then produced a long ruler from what seemed like thin air, before pointing the end at one of the words. “Pay attention to this one here ‘AbsoSolv’ as it’ll come up several times later on.” Going to the next slide, Kane cleared his throat yet again.
“This page is more confusing, as it appears to be mentioning several unit serial numbers that don’t match up with standard format, which are mixed in with several other ones that are in different format, like this one here,” Kane pointed his stick at a random one from the line. “This one says, S-010011X01, which I believe has a main identifying letter instead of a string of numbers based on time of construction.”
“Additionally, while some of these feature the normal serial numbers that worker drones use, they have another identifier after it, separated by a dash.” Kane flipped to the next slide.
“This one is more straightforward, as it appears to be featuring a set of technical designs of a modified worker drone with the serial number and other associated information listed at the top. The notes on the side are observations on the modifications that can be seen in the designs. Some of the original worker drone parts can be seen, but a majority of the inner and outer mass seem to have been altered or replaced with a substance that is described as ‘fleshy’. You can see at the very bottom a signature of an unknown human administrator, and a notice that marks the drone for ‘disassembly’ as an addendum can be seen that marks whatever this is as a failure, and a recommendation to request more data from their source.”
Kane took a breath, before going to the next slide. “This is essentially the same as the last one, and this continues for a few slides. Nothing of note can be found in them, save for a few different serial numbers that were listed in one of the prior slides.”
Kane flicked to the next slide. “This one has two addendums, which I will say in a moment. The image is different as well, with noticeably less random mutations and more of a form taking place. This one was supposedly much more successful than the others, and while it was still marked as a failure, the first addendum said that the team working on the project should strip the data from the drone in as best a condition as they could. The second one simply noted they were naming the specific strain of code they were using to ‘Absolute Solver’. The addendum does not mention any reason or motive behind the name, only noting the fact that their shareholders would be pleased.”
“The next one is the first apparent success in the line of experiments that JCJenson seemed to be doing. A single growth can be seen protruding from the back of the spinal transmitter, and several other growths have sprouted inside. However, it is noted that the drone survived the process, and remained somewhat coherent for a period of time afterwards, which seems to be an outlier when considering the others. There isn’t an addendum on this one, only a request from the team for more extensive data from their source to compare to this experiment.”
“This trend continues for a good while, so I’ll just summarize the important bits for all of you.” Kane stated. “Each version continued to show more and more productive attributes and traits, as is par the standard course. Throughout the notes, requests, and addendums, whoever was typing up the document repeatedly noted some things that I will review later, such as Absolute Solver, the ‘source’, Camp 98.7, Cabin Fever Labs, and disassembly drones.”
Kane flicked to the final slide. “This is the final page, with some items to note. It appears to be a reiteration of the specifics of the agreement between the government and JCJenson, with a few additional key things. It includes the standard formalities and the usual junk that we all know, but something else as well. When mentioning the exchange of data that came from the asset-” Kane paused as the room underwent an uncomfortable shuffle in their seats. “They mention a clear correlation between this project that JCJenson is, or was, working on, and the asset. They also instructed the government contacts that any unauthorized personnel, which included government agents, were now barred from entering Camp 98.7 due to ‘hazardous environmental conditions’ and that this was nonnegotiable.”
Kane turned away from the projector, clasping his hands in front of himself. “And now to explain.”
“From what me and the team I assigned could gather, we deduced the meanings and purposes behind several items that were mentioned in this file. The first and most obvious, the ‘source’ that is mentioned. They are receiving data from this source, which seems to be essential to the development of what they were working on. Based on their words, we figured that the source is likely the asset, and yes, the same asset that we are all familiar with.” Kane paused, seemingly to let his words sink in.
“Continuing on, we began to dissect what Camp 98.7 was. It was very clearly a location of sorts, but where it was and what it was used for was more complicated. While we never arrived at a solid conclusion, we believed that the most likely avenue was that Camp 98.7 might have been an outpost of sorts, perhaps used in conjunction with these Cabin Fever Labs.”
“On the matter of the Cabin Fever Labs, we can clearly assume that research and development of this Absolute Solver was being conducted there, and perhaps Camp 98.7 was a sort of staging ground or other type of location related to the lab. We believe that the location of one or both of these sites are hidden within another file.”
“And perhaps the most intriguing and complex matter of them all, Absolute Solver. We figured that it was likely that this Absolute Solver was instrumental in whatever experiments they were doing, or even being one of the subjects of the experiments themselves. From what we gather, Absolute Solver is something, maybe a piece of alien machinery, some sort of unknown lifeform, an experimental strain of cutting-edge code, one of those things, but whatever it is, it is not something that is ‘normal’. It appears to have a unique effect on those it hosts or comes into contact with, rapidly generating new organic material, with sometimes uncontrolled effects. While the file only shows the experiments that used drones, we don’t know if any humans or other organic lifeforms were included either. Likely not, considering the legality of the situation, but it's open to discussion.”
Kane took a large breath, before continuing.
“And finally, the disassembly drones. They seem simple, but my team believed it to be heavily related to our current situation. They aren’t mentioned very often, but they appear to be a direct result of their experiments or related to one. From what we could gather, they are meant to, well, disassemble. Drones on par with military-grade ones that are capable of a variety of things, like bullet fire, rocket launching, melee combat, flight, digital warfare, and regeneration.” Kane watched as his words dawned upon his audience, expressions filling with shock.
“Yes, those drones. The disassembly drones that we read about are likely some variant of the unknown assailants that attacked the facility, and stole the asset in the process.”
The General sputtered. “B-but that would be a severe political incident! If those drones were under the command of JCJenson, and they stole GOVERNMENT property, then they would be liable for retaliation!”
Kane tried to calm the room. “Now, hold on, I’m not done-”
The Lead Engineer also appeared to be shocked. “Why didn’t you tell me this earlier!?”
“You told me to wait for the meeting!” Kane exclaimed.
The room erupted into disarray.
“We need to mobilize, hunt down those damn traitors!”
“What's their last known location!?”
“Where is the nearest transmitter, send out a request for retaliatory action!”
Suddenly, a drone burst into the room, knocking over the projector cart in the process. Everyone turned to look at him, ceasing the chaos for a moment.
“Er, uh, sirs?” The drone asked.
“Yes?” The General and the Lead Engineer stood up at the same time.
“I, uh,” The drone looked back and forth between the two administrators. “Well, we received a panic signal from one of our scouts.”
The General scoffed. “Why would that be enough to warrant our intervention? He probably just tripped on a conveniently placed banana peel.”
The messenger fidgeted nervously. “Well, his partner reported moments before the signal came in that he heard gunshots.”
The administrative drones shared a collective uneasy look.
“What did you do?” The General asked slowly.
“The officers who received the signal first sent in two of the patrol squads that were nearby at the time.” The messenger answered.
The drones in assembly all either looked down in disappointment or facepalmed.
The General spoke up after a moment. “Send in a squad as fast as you can to their last known location. Only veterans, and outfit them with heavy weaponry and explosive ordnance.” The General paused, before adding an afterthought. “And give them some cutting equipment too.”
The messenger blinked in surprise. “Wait, sir, are you sure-”
“Just tell the officers already!” The General slammed his fist down onto the cheap plastic table, which formed a crack.
The messenger saluted quickly, before dashing out of the room.
The Lead Engineer took a cursory look at the assembled drones, before he sighed.
“We’re screwed.”
* * *
“Are you going back anytime soon?”
Jacob looked back at his unwanted companion.
“No.” He answered simply, before resuming his casual trot.
“We’re getting too far away from the spire, and the sun is coming up in an hour or two. I for one don’t want to get caught out.” A insisted.
“Well I don’t die from a bit of sunlight, so too bad.” Jacob stepped over a tire rim.
“I’m not sure that’s your choice.” A stated.
Jacob paused and looked backward. “Oh, so you’re bossing me around now?”
“Maybe, if you keep on making dumb decisions like this.” A stopped as well.
“Pff, I’ll be fine.” Jacob waved his hand in the air to emphasize his point.
“You won’t last ten minutes.” A dead-panned.
“Nah, I’ll speedrun this stuff, I’ll be off-planet in an hour.” Jacob proudly said.
A shook his head and sighed. “Whatever you say.”
Jacob didn’t answer.
Jacob then looked around. “Wait, where are we? I wasn’t keeping track.”
“And you said that you would- whatever, we’re like, three miles away from the base.” A replied.
“Huh, went that far?” Jacob asked.
A frowned. “Three miles isn’t that far-”
A was interrupted by a rather loud crack that resonated through the landscape.
Jacob blinked. “Uh, ok then-”
Jacob was also interrupted by a trio of cracks and bangs, sounding slightly familiar.
“Are those-” Jacob was, yet again, interrupted by even more bangs.
“-gunshots?” He finished.
“I wouldn’t worry, those idiots are probably either messing around, or they found a worker drone to kill.” A nonchalantly answered.
“Shouldn’t we go check it out though?” Jacob inquired.
“It isn’t a problem.” A said, annoyed.
“Well it would give me something to do.” Jacob insisted.
A checked the time, before looking at the horizon for signs of sunlight.
“Eh, fine. Wouldn’t hurt, I guess.” A shrugged.
“Nice.” Jacob grinned underneath his ballistic visor.
* * *
K sliced through the head of the last desperate drone, before spitting out a bullet.
“You done?” K called out to X.
“Yeah, I guess. By the way, do you still have my Dasani thing?” X looked at K hopefully.
“Yes, I do. And besides, it isn’t yours, it's for Jacob.” K answered.
“What? Why is he getting it? Why not me?” X exclaimed.
“Because it's water, idiot. An uncontaminated source, like A told us, remember?” K glared at X.
“I guess, but that's water?” X asked.
“Yes, it is. It matches the description.” K replied
“Description?” X questioned.
“Yeah, the description. You know what description means, right?” K seemed even more annoyed.
“I know what it means.” X snapped. “But how do you know what water looks like?”
K just shrugged, before turning towards the exit.
“Come on, we gotta get back soon.” She flew upwards, landing on the ledge.
X followed suit, tracing their steps back through the building. X looked back up at the rusty grate that the drone had fallen through, which he now identified as being part of a weirdly placed catwalk. Scanning the environment, X found that the only entrance to the small alcove would be the hole in the catwalk. The basement that the small room was connected to didn’t have an entrance either, only having the gaping hole in the side of the room, which likely wasn't intended. That would mean that a person would have to chop through the sewer wall to get into the basement and adjoining alcove, or jump off the catwalk. Both of those options didn’t make any sort of sense at all. In fact, the catwalk wasn’t even needed, someone could have just removed the entire basement-and-alcove plan entirely, which also removed the necessity for a catwalk. All in all, whoever designed the building was either high off of some crazy drugs, an idiot, or both.
But, none of these thoughts went through X’s head, as he was only thinking about the devastating loss of his cool plastic bottle.
K hefted herself up onto the rusty catwalk, with X following close behind. K went through the doorway, only for a rather eventful event to stop her momentarily.
A rocket screamed through the air, smacking K straight in the chest. The resulting explosion blew X backwards and K apart, with oil splashing onto the ground in the process. With a clatter, X hit the ground, slightly dazed. He looked to his left to see what looked like the arm of K, twitching slightly. X tried to get up, only to fall again, after he put his weight on a hand that wasn’t there.
X, seeing the failure of Operation: GTFU, adjusted his position so that he could get up with his other hand only, which was thankfully still there. Investigating his left arm, he could see that everything down from the elbow had been separated from himself in the blast. He didn’t have time to look for it or go get it, so he simply let the matter go.
Standing up, X stared through the smoke, before diving back down onto the ground when another rocket came streaking past him. It scratched his face, sending small sparks up, before heading down the other hallway. X pointed his own rocket launcher into the fog, before firing off a flurry of shots. He heard explosions, but wasn’t rewarded with screams or grunts of pain. Problematic, to say the least.
X took the opportunity to kick K’s assorted dismembered body parts down into the lower alcove, where she should eventually reassemble herself. She was really taking a beating recently, and she would probably be frustrated about that when X was all done, but that wasn’t his problem-
X nearly met the same fate as K when another rocket flew from the open doorway, the fog starting to clear up. X jumped up and over the RPG, letting it fly into the unexplored depths of the building. He couldn’t do this dance forever, so he made the executive decision to charge into the unknown.
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Anyway, I'll be posting the next part tomorrow, so hang on tight for the singular person that made it to the end. No need to like, this is purely for my own benefit. See ya.

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What Are Short Sale Failures to Deliver?
In recent weeks, it has been claimed that microcap issuers are the target of rumor mongering by stock bashers working in collusion with market makers and notorious short sellers. It is sometimes difficult to differentiate between legitimate short selling and unlawful manipulative short selling, and to determine whether a stock’s price has declined as the result of dilution or short sales, particularly in the penny markets. Regulation SHO addressed failures-to-deliver in short sales by imposing obligations on broker-dealers and attaching liability for non-compliance.
Rule 10b-21 of the Securities and Exchange Act of 1934 (the “Exchange Act”) provides liability for the short seller who fails to deliver under certain circumstances.
Market Manipulation l Section 10(b) and 10(b)5
Section 10(b) of the Exchange Act prohibits the use of “any manipulative or deceptive device or contrivance” in connection with the purchase or sale of a security. Manipulative conduct could be engaged in to distort the truth about a stock’s price, value or demand. Examples include dissemination of false or misleading information about a public company, wash sales, matched orders, or rigged prices to increase or decrease a stock’s price or volume. Buys or sales made to create trading activity, prevent price declines or price increases for the purpose of causing others to purchase or sell a security distorts the true activities of buyers and sellers of securities in the public markets.
Market Manipulation l Liability of Short Sellers l Failures to Deliver
A short sale is considered a sale of securities for the purposes of the federal securities laws, including the antifraud provisions of Section 10(b) and Rule 10b-5 of the Exchange Act. Thus a short seller must consider whether he possesses material, nonpublic information about the issuer before effecting a short sale.
Rule 10b-21 of the Exchange Act is the naked short selling antifraud rule. Rule 10b-21 assigns liability to the short seller for certain failures to deliver. Rule 10b-21 provides that a person who submits a sell order for an equity security violates the antifraud provisions of the Exchange Act if he knowingly or recklessly deceives a broker-dealer about his intention or ability to deliver the shorted security on or before the settlement date (T+3 Settlement), AND fails to deliver the security on or before the settlement date (T+3 Settlement).
Rule 10b-21 stipulates that short sellers who make misrepresentations about their intent and ability to deliver equity securities in compliance with the T+3 Settlement requirements violate the securities laws if they fail to deliver a shorted security as represented. By adopting the rule, the SEC has clearly determined that a short seller can be held liable for undermining the ability of its broker-dealer to comply with Regulation SHO.
Compliance with Regulation SHO
Rule 200(g) of Regulation SHO requires that broker-dealers mark all sell orders as “long,” “short,” or “short-exempt.”
Short-Exempt
Orders can be short-exempt if the stock is at a price above the current national best bid at the time of the order and submission, and falls within an exception under Rule 201.
Long-Orders
Orders can be marked as long if the seller owns the security to be sold for purposes of Rule 200, and the broker-dealer has, or reasonably expects to have physical possession or control of the security before settlement. Unless both of these conditions are met, the broker-dealer must mark the order as short or short-exempt.
Share-Borrowing (Locate Obligation)
Rule 203(b)(1) of Regulation SHO requires a broker-dealer to identify, or locate, borrowable securities before executing a trade when an order has been marked as short. The broker-dealer must either borrow or arrange to borrow the security in time for delivery at settlement or have reasonable grounds to believe that the security can, if necessary, be borrowed for delivery at settlement. In its release explaining the adoption of Regulation SHO, the SEC indicated that the broker-dealer can rely on its customer’s representations in determining that shares are available for borrowing.
The Alternative Uptick Rule l Circuit Breaker
Rule 201 is known as the “Alternative Uptick Rule” and it applies only when a stock has had a price decline of at least 10% in one day, an event that triggers a “circuit breaker.” Rule 201 prevents short sellers from further driving down a stock’s price when it has experienced a 10% decrease from the prior days trading price. It applies to orders for the security for the remainder of the day the decrease occurred as well as the following session. Originally, Regulation SHO applied only to “covered securities,” which are equity securities that are listed on a national securities exchange. In 2006, the omission of stocks trading over-the-counter was rectified by FINRA Rule 3210, which was superseded in 2010 by Rule 4320.
Short Selling l Manipulative Conduct by Market Makers l Specific Examples
Courts have held that short selling in legitimate transactions to real buyers does not artificially affect prices and therefore cannot be manipulative trading. There must be deceptive or manipulative conduct by the short seller, such as the release of false or fraudulent information concerning the issuer, or the creation of a false impression of the supply and demand for trading activity.
In SEC v. Badian, the SEC charged that the defendants had engaged in short selling to manipulate the price of Sedona Corporation’s securities, so that their dilution funder client would receive a larger number of shares when it exercised conversion rights under a debenture it held. The conversion price of the debenture was based upon the market price of Sedona’s shares, so if the price declined the client would receive more shares. Short sales were conducted in the client’s account and covered with shares issued upon conversion of the debenture. The debenture agreement prohibited the investor from short selling Sedona’s shares. In order to conceal the short sales, the defendants engaged in wash trading and matched orders, and fraudulently marked the short sale orders as long on the broker’s records. The court held that the covenant against short sales in the debenture had been disclosed to investors, and the sellers had created the false appearance of massive selling by individual investors to conceal their activities. They were found to have engaged in manipulative trading.
For further information about this securities law blog post, please contact Brenda Hamilton, Securities Attorney at 101 Plaza Real S, Suite 202 N, Boca Raton, Florida, (561) 416-8956, by email at [email protected] or visit www.securitieslawyer101.com. This securities law blog post is provided as a general informational service to clients and friends of Hamilton & Associates Law Group and should not be construed as, and does not constitute, legal and compliance advice on any specific matter, nor does this message create an attorney-client relationship. Please note that the prior results discussed herein do not guarantee similar outcomes.
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I just got the Discover Secured card for 200 dollar limit
The only thing I see on all the papers is
"Paying Interest Your due date is at least 25 days after the close of each billing period (at least 23 days for billing periods that begin in February). We will not charge you any interest on purchases if you pay your entire balance by the due date each month."
Idk what the billing period is, and shouldn't it be an exact date. How can they say it's "at least a number of days before a thing called a billing date which I also don't know".
I also don't even know how to go along paying it... I read all the papers too... I even signed up for the app and it doesn't say there either...
Thanks

Pasting the full text here in case the source gets taken down.
https://www.securitieslawyer101.com/2013/short-sale-delivery/
https://archive.is/L8ZVJ
What Are Short Sale Failures to Deliver?
In recent weeks, it has been claimed that microcap issuers are the target of rumor mongering by stock bashers working in collusion with market makers and notorious short sellers. It is sometimes difficult to differentiate between legitimate short selling and unlawful manipulative short selling, and to determine whether a stock’s price has declined as the result of dilution or short sales, particularly in the penny markets. Regulation SHO addressed failures-to-deliver in short sales by imposing obligations on broker-dealers and attaching liability for non-compliance.
Rule 10b-21 of the Securities and Exchange Act of 1934 (the “Exchange Act”) provides liability for the short seller who fails to deliver under certain circumstances.
Market Manipulation l Section 10(b) and 10(b)5
Section 10(b) of the Exchange Act prohibits the use of “any manipulative or deceptive device or contrivance” in connection with the purchase or sale of a security. Manipulative conduct could be engaged in to distort the truth about a stock’s price, value or demand. Examples include dissemination of false or misleading information about a public company, wash sales, matched orders, or rigged prices to increase or decrease a stock’s price or volume. Buys or sales made to create trading activity, prevent price declines or price increases for the purpose of causing others to purchase or sell a security distorts the true activities of buyers and sellers of securities in the public markets.
Market Manipulation l Liability of Short Sellers l Failures to Deliver
A short sale is considered a sale of securities for the purposes of the federal securities laws, including the antifraud provisions of Section 10(b) and Rule 10b-5 of the Exchange Act. Thus a short seller must consider whether he possesses material, nonpublic information about the issuer before effecting a short sale.
Rule 10b-21 of the Exchange Act is the naked short selling antifraud rule. Rule 10b-21 assigns liability to the short seller for certain failures to deliver. Rule 10b-21 provides that a person who submits a sell order for an equity security violates the antifraud provisions of the Exchange Act if he knowingly or recklessly deceives a broker-dealer about his intention or ability to deliver the shorted security on or before the settlement date (T+3 Settlement), AND fails to deliver the security on or before the settlement date (T+3 Settlement).
Rule 10b-21 stipulates that short sellers who make misrepresentations about their intent and ability to deliver equity securities in compliance with the T+3 Settlement requirements violate the securities laws if they fail to deliver a shorted security as represented. By adopting the rule, the SEC has clearly determined that a short seller can be held liable for undermining the ability of its broker-dealer to comply with Regulation SHO.
Compliance with Regulation SHO
Rule 200(g) of Regulation SHO requires that broker-dealers mark all sell orders as “long,” “short,” or “short-exempt.”
Short-Exempt
Orders can be short-exempt if the stock is at a price above the current national best bid at the time of the order and submission, and falls within an exception under Rule 201.
Long-Orders
Orders can be marked as long if the seller owns the security to be sold for purposes of Rule 200, and the broker-dealer has, or reasonably expects to have physical possession or control of the security before settlement. Unless both of these conditions are met, the broker-dealer must mark the order as short or short-exempt.
Share-Borrowing (Locate Obligation)
Rule 203(b)(1) of Regulation SHO requires a broker-dealer to identify, or locate, borrowable securities before executing a trade when an order has been marked as short. The broker-dealer must either borrow or arrange to borrow the security in time for delivery at settlement or have reasonable grounds to believe that the security can, if necessary, be borrowed for delivery at settlement. In its release explaining the adoption of Regulation SHO, the SEC indicated that the broker-dealer can rely on its customer’s representations in determining that shares are available for borrowing.
The Alternative Uptick Rule l Circuit Breaker
Rule 201 is known as the “Alternative Uptick Rule” and it applies only when a stock has had a price decline of at least 10% in one day, an event that triggers a “circuit breaker.” Rule 201 prevents short sellers from further driving down a stock’s price when it has experienced a 10% decrease from the prior days trading price. It applies to orders for the security for the remainder of the day the decrease occurred as well as the following session. Originally, Regulation SHO applied only to “covered securities,” which are equity securities that are listed on a national securities exchange. In 2006, the omission of stocks trading over-the-counter was rectified by FINRA Rule 3210, which was superseded in 2010 by Rule 4320.
Short Selling l Manipulative Conduct by Market Makers l Specific Examples
Courts have held that short selling in legitimate transactions to real buyers does not artificially affect prices and therefore cannot be manipulative trading. There must be deceptive or manipulative conduct by the short seller, such as the release of false or fraudulent information concerning the issuer, or the creation of a false impression of the supply and demand for trading activity.
In SEC v. Badian, the SEC charged that the defendants had engaged in short selling to manipulate the price of Sedona Corporation’s securities, so that their dilution funder client would receive a larger number of shares when it exercised conversion rights under a debenture it held. The conversion price of the debenture was based upon the market price of Sedona’s shares, so if the price declined the client would receive more shares. Short sales were conducted in the client’s account and covered with shares issued upon conversion of the debenture. The debenture agreement prohibited the investor from short selling Sedona’s shares. In order to conceal the short sales, the defendants engaged in wash trading and matched orders, and fraudulently marked the short sale orders as long on the broker’s records. The court held that the covenant against short sales in the debenture had been disclosed to investors, and the sellers had created the false appearance of massive selling by individual investors to conceal their activities. They were found to have engaged in manipulative trading.
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The number of extremely dirty rooms I've cleaned as a housekeeper is unbearable sometimes. Today, I cleaned several extremely dirty rooms, one of which had literal chewed-up strawberry chunks all over the carpeted floor. It stained the carpet and the mini fridge in the room had strawberry juice all over it. That room alone took me over an hour to clean. Guests seem to think that because they're spending their money on the room, they can stain it, trash it, rip holes into our bed linen, throw their used diapers all over the room, etc. Yes, I know, job security. But then there's also housekeeping taking the blame for taking over an hour to clean a super filthy room. And the number of guests who've gotten angry for getting charged a $150 cleaning fee because they trashed the room to Hell and back when we explicitly explain our policy that leaving the room in an extremely unruly condition and/or damages done by them will warrant a $150 cleaning fee is just ridiculous. The number of guests we've had get mad at housekeeping over policies and rules we didn't make is also ludacris.
We explain our policy in detail upon checkin. The room you're spending your money on is still owned by the business/person who owns the hotel, spending your money on it doesn't make it yours to treat how you want. You still have to follow policy and you still have to treat the rooms and the staff with respect.
Rant over

Hey.
I got a lot of authenticators in my phone for bank, 2FA security, etc.I have the constant fear that if I am to lose my phone or break it in some way, I will lose a lot of important data and the authenticators.
While, sure, some of them might be recoverable if I get my phone number back into a different phone, but for some it might be a lot harder (I got like 6 different types of 2FA authenticators).
tl;dr: Is there a good way to emulate or use an app to make them portable in my window PC?
I'm doing a similar thing with Steam Authenticator for my other steam accounts, and it has been working wonderfully (-> WinAuth).
Thanks!

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• Name: Jesse
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• Alignment: Chaotic Good
• Sense of Humor: Expert level (proceed with caution)

Born and raised in the vibrant capital city of Helsinki. Life took me on a detour to the peaceful countryside, but I've returned to the bustling urban landscape once again. Rest assured, I'm the rare edition you won't find elsewhere.
Stats:

• Height: 179 cm (5'11")
• Weight: 85 kg (187 lbs)
• Condition: Little to no wear or tear, just a few character-building experiences
• Warranty: Lifetime warranty on friendship and emotional support

Features

• Down-to-earth personality with a sprinkle of sarcasm
• Multifaceted individual who defies categorization
• Self-proclaimed mix of Neil DeGrasse Tyson, Bob the Builder, and Michael Scott (although reality suggests otherwise)
• Interests and Passions:

In my latest software upgrade, I've enhanced my interests to include a broader range of activities:

• Programming: Solving problems and unraveling mysteries in the digital realm.
• Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu: Training 4 times a week to conquer both the physical and mental challenges.
• Tech, Engineering, and Science: Continuously fueling my insatiable curiosity with knowledge and discoveries. Compatibility Check:

To ensure a seamless co-op experience, let's answer some compatibility questions:
Q: Are you religious? A: I find religions fascinating to discuss but believe in judging individuals based on their character, not their beliefs.
Q: What am I looking for in a potential co-op partner? A: Someone I vibe with—plain and simple. Compatibility is key in any successful co-op adventure.

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• Name: Jesse
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• Alignment: Chaotic Good
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Born and raised in the vibrant capital city of Helsinki. Life took me on a detour to the peaceful countryside, but I've returned to the bustling urban landscape once again. Rest assured, I'm the rare edition you won't find elsewhere.
Stats:

• Height: 179 cm (5'11")
• Weight: 85 kg (187 lbs)
• Condition: Little to no wear or tear, just a few character-building experiences
• Warranty: Lifetime warranty on friendship and emotional support

Features

• Down-to-earth personality with a sprinkle of sarcasm
• Multifaceted individual who defies categorization
• Self-proclaimed mix of Neil DeGrasse Tyson, Bob the Builder, and Michael Scott (although reality suggests otherwise)
• Interests and Passions:

In my latest software upgrade, I've enhanced my interests to include a broader range of activities:

• Programming: Solving problems and unraveling mysteries in the digital realm.
• Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu: Training 4 times a week to conquer both the physical and mental challenges.
• Tech, Engineering, and Science: Continuously fueling my insatiable curiosity with knowledge and discoveries. Compatibility Check:

To ensure a seamless co-op experience, let's answer some compatibility questions:
Q: Are you religious? A: I find religions fascinating to discuss but believe in judging individuals based on their character, not their beliefs.
Q: What am I looking for in a potential co-op partner? A: Someone I vibe with—plain and simple. Compatibility is key in any successful co-op adventure.

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Bio

• Name: Jesse
• Class: Human (with a touch of nerdiness)
• Alignment: Chaotic Good
• Sense of Humor: Expert level (proceed with caution)

Born and raised in the vibrant capital city of Helsinki. Life took me on a detour to the peaceful countryside, but I've returned to the bustling urban landscape once again. Rest assured, I'm the rare edition you won't find elsewhere.
Stats:

• Height: 179 cm (5'11")
• Weight: 85 kg (187 lbs)
• Condition: Little to no wear or tear, just a few character-building experiences
• Warranty: Lifetime warranty on friendship and emotional support

Features

• Down-to-earth personality with a sprinkle of sarcasm
• Multifaceted individual who defies categorization
• Self-proclaimed mix of Neil DeGrasse Tyson, Bob the Builder, and Michael Scott (although reality suggests otherwise)
• Interests and Passions:

In my latest software upgrade, I've enhanced my interests to include a broader range of activities:

• Programming: Solving problems and unraveling mysteries in the digital realm.
• Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu: Training 4 times a week to conquer both the physical and mental challenges.
• Tech, Engineering, and Science: Continuously fueling my insatiable curiosity with knowledge and discoveries. Compatibility Check:

To ensure a seamless co-op experience, let's answer some compatibility questions:
Q: Are you religious? A: I find religions fascinating to discuss but believe in judging individuals based on their character, not their beliefs.
Q: What am I looking for in a potential co-op partner? A: Someone I vibe with—plain and simple. Compatibility is key in any successful co-op adventure.

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Bio

• Name: Jesse
• Class: Human (with a touch of nerdiness)
• Alignment: Chaotic Good
• Sense of Humor: Expert level (proceed with caution)

Born and raised in the vibrant capital city of Helsinki. Life took me on a detour to the peaceful countryside, but I've returned to the bustling urban landscape once again. Rest assured, I'm the rare edition you won't find elsewhere.
Stats:

• Height: 179 cm (5'11")
• Weight: 85 kg (187 lbs)
• Condition: Little to no wear or tear, just a few character-building experiences
• Warranty: Lifetime warranty on friendship and emotional support

Features

• Down-to-earth personality with a sprinkle of sarcasm
• Multifaceted individual who defies categorization
• Self-proclaimed mix of Neil DeGrasse Tyson, Bob the Builder, and Michael Scott (although reality suggests otherwise)
• Interests and Passions:

In my latest software upgrade, I've enhanced my interests to include a broader range of activities:

• Programming: Solving problems and unraveling mysteries in the digital realm.
• Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu: Training 4 times a week to conquer both the physical and mental challenges.
• Tech, Engineering, and Science: Continuously fueling my insatiable curiosity with knowledge and discoveries. Compatibility Check:

To ensure a seamless co-op experience, let's answer some compatibility questions:
Q: Are you religious? A: I find religions fascinating to discuss but believe in judging individuals based on their character, not their beliefs.
Q: What am I looking for in a potential co-op partner? A: Someone I vibe with—plain and simple. Compatibility is key in any successful co-op adventure.

How to Join the Co-Op

Ready to level up in friendship? Follow these steps to secure your spot:

1. Send me a message via the chat, introducing yourself and sharing a bit about your own character.
2. Use the code "ReadWholePost" and/or attach a picture of yourself for reference for an expedited delivery. Remember, this opportunity is a limited edition, so act swiftly to join the most epic co-op adventure of your life.

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Greetings, fellow Redditors!
After receiving some incredible feedback and connecting with some amazing individuals, I'm back with an upgraded version of myself. Think of it as the ultimate co-op experience you've been longing for. Are you ready to embark on this adventure with me?

Bio

• Name: Jesse
• Class: Human (with a touch of nerdiness)
• Alignment: Chaotic Good
• Sense of Humor: Expert level (proceed with caution)

Born and raised in the vibrant capital city of Helsinki. Life took me on a detour to the peaceful countryside, but I've returned to the bustling urban landscape once again. Rest assured, I'm the rare edition you won't find elsewhere.
Stats:

• Height: 179 cm (5'11")
• Weight: 85 kg (187 lbs)
• Condition: Little to no wear or tear, just a few character-building experiences
• Warranty: Lifetime warranty on friendship and emotional support

Features

• Down-to-earth personality with a sprinkle of sarcasm
• Multifaceted individual who defies categorization
• Self-proclaimed mix of Neil DeGrasse Tyson, Bob the Builder, and Michael Scott (although reality suggests otherwise)
• Interests and Passions:

In my latest software upgrade, I've enhanced my interests to include a broader range of activities:

• Programming: Solving problems and unraveling mysteries in the digital realm.
• Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu: Training 4 times a week to conquer both the physical and mental challenges.
• Tech, Engineering, and Science: Continuously fueling my insatiable curiosity with knowledge and discoveries. Compatibility Check:

To ensure a seamless co-op experience, let's answer some compatibility questions:
Q: Are you religious? A: I find religions fascinating to discuss but believe in judging individuals based on their character, not their beliefs.
Q: What am I looking for in a potential co-op partner? A: Someone I vibe with—plain and simple. Compatibility is key in any successful co-op adventure.

How to Join the Co-Op

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After receiving some incredible feedback and connecting with some amazing individuals, I'm back with an upgraded version of myself. Think of it as the ultimate co-op experience you've been longing for. Are you ready to embark on this adventure with me?

Bio

• Name: Jesse
• Class: Human (with a touch of nerdiness)
• Alignment: Chaotic Good
• Sense of Humor: Expert level (proceed with caution)

Born and raised in the vibrant capital city of Helsinki. Life took me on a detour to the peaceful countryside, but I've returned to the bustling urban landscape once again. Rest assured, I'm the rare edition you won't find elsewhere.
Stats:

• Height: 179 cm (5'11")
• Weight: 85 kg (187 lbs)
• Condition: Little to no wear or tear, just a few character-building experiences
• Warranty: Lifetime warranty on friendship and emotional support

Features

• Down-to-earth personality with a sprinkle of sarcasm
• Multifaceted individual who defies categorization
• Self-proclaimed mix of Neil DeGrasse Tyson, Bob the Builder, and Michael Scott (although reality suggests otherwise)
• Interests and Passions:

In my latest software upgrade, I've enhanced my interests to include a broader range of activities:

• Programming: Solving problems and unraveling mysteries in the digital realm.
• Brazilian Jiu-Jitsu: Training 4 times a week to conquer both the physical and mental challenges.
• Tech, Engineering, and Science: Continuously fueling my insatiable curiosity with knowledge and discoveries. Compatibility Check:

To ensure a seamless co-op experience, let's answer some compatibility questions:
Q: Are you religious? A: I find religions fascinating to discuss but believe in judging individuals based on their character, not their beliefs.
Q: What am I looking for in a potential co-op partner? A: Someone I vibe with—plain and simple. Compatibility is key in any successful co-op adventure.

How to Join the Co-Op

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I'd like to comment a bit on my favorite song, "Jigsaw Falling into Place," by the band Radiohead, from the album "In Rainbows" released on December 28, 2007, which can be classified as alternative or indie. In its first 17 seconds, we are presented with a simple but incredibly pleasant guitar arpeggio. This introduction evokes a growing sense of doubt in me; it feels as if the protagonist is exchanging glances with someone special, and it suggests that something is about to happen.
Suddenly, the drums enter abruptly, initiating a striking intensity. It's as if something impactful has just occurred. The song seems to convey a sense of urgency from start to finish, gradually building up. In this part of the song, my interpretation turns to the protagonist, who appears to have found someone equally intense. The line "Just as you take my hand" reveals a person with attitude, capable of arousing curiosity and the protagonist's interest.
Then comes the phrase "Just as you write my number down," which, in my interpretation, indicates a mutual connection and attraction between the two individuals. By writing down the phone number with the intention of communicating with the protagonist in the future, it suggests a shift from empty conversations that many people resort to as a predetermined script when getting to know someone, and it signifies a search for a deeper and more sincere connection.
The phrases "Just as your drinks arrive," "Just as they play your favorite song," and "As your blather disappears" catch my attention. It seems that the person interacting with the protagonist, after consuming some drinks and hearing their favorite song, manages to gather some courage due to the creation of an emotionally significant atmosphere, leaving aside the shallow small talk that many people engage in when getting to know someone, and starts seeking a deeper and more sincere connection.
"No longer wound up like a spring" may refer to a moment of release that can occur after feeling anxious, emotionally charged, or wound up like a spring. From what I understand from the lyrics, the person interacting with the protagonist in the song seems to be tense for unknown reasons. After the phrases "before you had too much" and "come back and focus again," it seems that this person consumed several drinks and is losing focus in the conversation due to being intoxicated. This is suggested by the following phrases: "The walls are bending shape," "They got a Cheshire cat grin," "all blurring into one," "This place's on a mission," "before the night owl," "before the animal noises," "closed circuit cameras," and "before you comatose."
Regarding the phrases "The walls are bending shape" and "All blurring into one," it's something that I think I don't even need to explain. It's evident that the person, due to alcohol consumption, may experience distorted vision. The mention of the Cheshire cat grin caught my attention because, from what I researched about this character, the Cheshire Cat describes that reality as a place ruled by madness, which ends up infecting its inhabitants. Even Alice, over time, forgets her lessons and starts reproducing the absurd behaviors of that country.
With this, I can interpret that they are in a place full of people like a party or concert, with a lot of excitement and shouting, hence it being a place ruled by "madness."
Regarding the phrase "This place's on a mission," it suggests an atmosphere of action and movement, indicating that something important or significant is happening or is about to happen in the mentioned place.
'Before the night owl' is very interesting. The night owl is known to be an animal associated with the night, silence, and vigilant observation. In this context, the phrase may suggest a moment before the arrival of darkness or before the silence of the night. It can represent a moment of anticipation, preparation, or expectation before something happens. And as I have been saying since the beginning of the text, the music always has a sense of urgency, preparing us for the occurrence of something intense.
'Before the animal noises', this phrase makes me think again that due to the consumed alcohol, this person confuses the sounds of the people around them, hearing them as if they were several noisy animals.
"Closed circuit cameras." It refers to a security system that uses video cameras to monitor a restricted space. In this context, the phrase may evoke a sense of surveillance, constant observation, and lack of privacy. It can suggest an atmosphere of control, monitoring, or manipulation. It probably has the possibility of leading to a dangerous situation for the protagonist and the person interacting with him.
And finally, 'before you comatose' can be initially interpreted as simply passing out, but I saw it as a metaphor for a situation in which someone is emotionally or mentally disconnected, losing the ability to perceive and interact with the world around them, still awake, but completely out of touch.
After the conclusion of this first part of the song, we are led into a brief vocal interlude where the intensity of the melody gradually builds. For some reason, I interpreted this interlude as a jump in time, where the characters in the song are already involved in a relationship, possibly romantic. However, the subsequent sequence of phrases suggests that a serious argument is taking place between them.
In the second part of the song, there is the introduction of sound elements that I can't identify if they are voices or synthesizers. They sing the same melody present in the first 30 seconds of the song, but in a higher pitch and with a slightly robotic touch. This addition of sound elements further intensifies the already tense atmosphere.
'Before you run away from me', 'before you're lost between the notes', 'the beat goes round and round' may indicate something that happened or was said that made one of the characters feel hurt, confused, or insecure to the point of considering distancing themselves from the other.
'Before you're lost between the notes' can be interpreted as a warning not to get lost in the midst of life's experiences, symbolically represented by musical notes. It is a reflection on the importance of staying conscious and present, avoiding getting distracted or lost amid all these experiences. This message can also be understood as a reference to the transformative power of music, capable of engaging us and transporting us into a state of deep immersion.
'the beat goes round and round' directly follows the previous phrase, showing that even if you get lost, carried away, or distracted by life's experiences, you will be left behind, and everything will continue as if nothing had happened. And the phrase is repeated once again, but as a shout to make it clear that the world won't stop because of you.
Here, the atmosphere keeps heating up and reaching the climax of the song, the following phrases are presented: 'I never really got there', 'I just pretend that I had.' To me, it directly relates to a sexual sense, as someone admitting they never reached a certain level of satisfaction or intimacy during an intimate encounter, and only pretended to have reached that point, using it to emotionally destabilize the person they are arguing with.
These statements can really be painful to receive, and it's evident that they have touched the protagonist of the song. The phrases "Words are blunt instruments" indicate how someone can say something without considering the consequences it may bring later. "Words are sawed off shotguns" compares words to a short-range firearm with destructive power, suggesting that words not only have the potential to cause severe harm but have actually caused it to the character in the song.
Following the line "come on and let it out," sung with a high pitch by Thom Yorke, it signals that the protagonist has something significant pent up inside and needs to express it, possibly because they have reached their limit. The phrases "before you run away from me" and "before you're lost between the notes" repeat once again.
"Just as you take the mic" could be seen as someone taking control of the situation or discussion, as the phrase itself suggests, "taking the microphone," and truly being heard. This could be the person who interacts with the protagonist from the beginning of the song.
"Just as you dance, dance, dance" may reflect the idea of fully embracing and enjoying the present moment. It suggests that just like dancing, one should surrender to the rhythm of the music.
At this point, there is a sonic explosion where the intensity of the instrumentation and vocal delivery merge to create a captivating atmosphere. It's as if all the emotions contained throughout the song reach their peak, engulfing us in a spiral of deep sensations and feelings. It's a moment of catharsis where words and sounds blend into a powerful expression of connection and authenticity. This is when the music truly reveals its grandeur and immerses us in its sonic narrative. We can appreciate all the instruments working together simultaneously with their remarkable and desperate intensity from 2:50 until the end of the song. To be honest, every time I listen to it, it gives me goosebumps. It's simply perfect.
As I mentioned in a conversation with my friend Haru, this moment presents two possibilities regarding the protagonist's impactful realization: either a betrayal or the realization of the situation they had accepted in the relationship, which likely ended. Due to the song's intense nature, it's as if the protagonist is experiencing a moment of frenzy in their mind.
The vocals return in the final stanza with the lines "Jigsaw Falling Into Place" (the song's title), "So there is nothing to explain."
"Jigsaw falling into place" represents the realization that, after some time following the breakup, you can see the pieces of the puzzle that were present in the relationship. It's like saying, "Ah, so that's why..." As I mentioned, everything is falling into place now. "So, there is nothing to explain" reminds me of a popular saying, "facts speak for themselves." It's futile to try to explain (lying) to someone who has already discovered the whole truth.
I found the phrases 'Regard each other as you pass', 'She looks back, you look back' very interesting because, just like in the beginning of the song, they gaze at each other and awaken mutual interest and curiosity. This repetition at the end of the song, although in a different atmosphere, may indicate a sense of regret. With the following phrases:
"She looks back", "you look back", "not just once", "not just twice", it is revealed that the character the protagonist interacts with is a woman. In this moment of mutual regret, her identity becomes evident, carrying a shared sense of remorse between the two individuals. They both repeatedly turn their gazes back, as if lamenting something that could have been different or wishing to relive those special moments.
"Wish away nightmare" is repeated twice and is interpreted as a desire for a nightmare to disappear, despite the previous statement of wanting to return to how things were before. There may still be fear associated with that nightmare or those tense moments in the relationship.
'You got a light you can feel it on your back', 'a light you can feel it on your back' can be interpreted as a metaphor for a feeling of pressure or responsibility weighing on someone's shoulders. The mentioned "light" may represent an emotional burden, a load that the person carries with them. They can feel the weight of that responsibility or obligation, as if a bright light shines upon them, highlighting their duties and commitments.
And for one last time, the phrase 'jigsaw falling into place' is used, suggesting that even after the climactic moment, the protagonist still has that puzzle in their mind, trying to figure out what was right in front of them all along.
The final moments of the song convey a sense of conclusion and ecstasy, where all the layers of the music come together powerfully and emotionally. It is a moment of release and satisfaction, where the listener can experience intense joy.