Jersey gardens to port authority bus

Hello, like the title says, ill be going on a trip to Puerto Galera in a few days. But my problem is that I am unfamiliar with the routes and areas in the country as it is my first time traveling around. So if anyone can help me plan my trip, please comment below.
Note: I have tried to do my research on how to get there and back to Metro Manila, but not had much luck answering some questions/concerns that I had. Some information I got were also clashing a lot with different sources. :/
-Can I book the ferry tickets in advance online? Which website is best to use? What are the odds of canceled trips? (I've heard its easy to get tickets going there, but hard to get tickets going back to batangas pieport)
-What about bus tickets going back to metro manila? Will there be a bus station at the batangas pieport or will I have to travel to another destination first?
-How long is the travel time generally going to batangas port from the bus stations in cubao/kamias? Google says less than an hour, but other sources say 4-5 hours. :/

https://www.synology.com/en-us/releaseNote/DSM?model=
Version: 7.2-64570
(2023-06-08)
Important Note
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After installing this update, you will not be able to downgrade to a previous DSM version.
This update will restart your Synology NAS.
Starting from this version, logs for drives will no longer appear in Storage Manager > HDD and will be available only in Log Center.
Removed the "Automatically create port forwarding rules" option from QuickConnect advanced settings to increase network security.
Users can now create a Btrfs volume of up to 1 PB on specific Synology NAS models. This update automatically converts existing volumes that use the Btrfs (Peta Volume) file system to Btrfs. However, to create a volume larger than 200 TB, a RAID 6 storage pool and at least 64 GB of system memory are still required.Learn more
The maximum single volume size supported by RS2423+​/​RS2423RP+ has been adjusted to 200 TB (with a minimum system memory requirement of 32 GB).
Starting from this version, only Windows Server 2008 R2 and above versions will be supported. After installing this update, the current Windows Server 2008 domain and earlier versions will be unavailable.
This update includes fixes to the below issues mentioned in 7.2-64561:
Fixed an issue where updating to DSM 7.2 might fail if users' Synology NAS weren't connected to the Internet.
Fixed an issue where, when the Encryption Key Vault of encrypted volumes was set on a KMIP server, the system would not be able to auto-unlock these volumes after a restart.
Fixed an issue where, if Web Station was installed on an encrypted volume, resetting the system would cause the volume to crash.
Updated C2 Identity Edge Server to version 1.52.0-0186 to ensure its availability and functionality.
For the models below, you can only download the upgrade patch from Synology Download Center because you won't receive notifications for this update on your DSM.
FS Series: FS3017, FS2017, FS1018
XS Series: RS18016xs+, RS4017xs+, RS3617xs+, RS3617xs, RS3617RPxs, RS18017xs+, DS3617xs, DS3617xsII, DS3018xs
Plus Series: RS2416RP+, RS2416+, DS916+, DS716+II, DS716+, DS216+II, DS216+, DS1817+, DS1517+, RS2818RP+, RS2418RP+, RS2418+, RS818RP+, RS818+, DS1618+, DS918+, DS718+, DS218+, RS1219+
Value Series: DS416, DS416play, DS216, DS216play, DS116, RS816, DS1817, DS1517, RS217, DS418play
J Series: DS416slim, DS416j, DS216j, DS418j, DS218j, DS419slim, DS119j
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Added support for WriteOnce shared folders. This feature is based on the Write Once, Read Many (WORM) technology and can be enabled to prevent files from being modified, deleted, or renamed for a specified period.
Added support for volume encryption. All volume encryption keys are stored in the Encryption Key Vault, which can be set up on a local Synology NAS or via KMIP on a remote Synology NAS.
Added more Synology NAS models to support M.2 NVMe SSD storage pools. Learn more
Added more Synology NAS models to support the M2D18 adapter card: RS822RP+, RS822+, RS1221RP+, and RS1221+.
Added more SSD cache group management options, including changing the RAID type and replacing a drive.
Added support for inline zero-block removal to increase the efficiency of data deduplication.
Adjusted how drive information is presented in Storage Manager. Users can now quickly check the condition of their drives by looking at the "Drive Status" field.
Users can now view the amount of used and free space for each storage pool and volume in Storage Manager.
Added a warning notification for when the available shared folder quota is low.
Supports deleting individual desktop notifications.
Supports sending DSM notifications via additional webhook providers, including LINE and Microsoft Teams.
Supports creating custom notification rules for system events, giving users greater control over what notifications to receive.
Supports exporting a list of users and of groups.
Added support for SAML to integrate DSM with external SSO servers.
Added the option to allow non-admin users to safely eject USB devices.
Users can now manually input the IP addresses or FQDNs of one or more domain controllers in the trusted domain. This allows Synology NAS to sync domain data directly with the specified domain controllers.
Users can now enable Synology's email server to send DSM notifications directly to their Synology Account.
Added support for Auto Block, which restricts SMB login attempts from abnormal IP addresses.
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Fixed an issue where adding drives to a JBOD storage pool did not expand its capacity.
Updated Mbed-TLS to version 2.28.2 to fix multiple security vulnerabilities (CVE-2021-36647, CVE-2022-46392, CVE-2022-46393).
Updated Libksba to version 1.6.3 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2022-3515).
Updated SQLite to version 3.40.0 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2022-46908).
Updated Certifi to version 2022.12.07 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2022-23491).
Updated Node.js to version 14.21.1 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2022-43548).
Updated cURL to version 7.86.0 to fix multiple security vulnerabilities (CVE-2022-27774, CVE-2022-27775, CVE-2022-27776, CVE-2022-27781, CVE-2022-27782, CVE-2022-32205, CVE-2022-32206, CVE-2022-32207, CV E-2022-32221, CVE-2022-35252, CVE-2022-42915, CVE-2022-42916).
Updated PHP to version 8.1.9 to fix multiple security vulnerabilities (CVE-2019-11043, CVE-2021-21705, CVE-2022-31625).
Updated Sysstat to version 12.7.1 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2022-39377).
Updated OpenSSL to version 3.0.7 to fix multiple security vulnerabilities (CVE-2022-2068, CVE-2022-2097, CVE-2022-2274, CVE-2022-3358, CVE-2022-3602, CVE-2022-3786).
Updated Expat to version 2.5.0 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2022-43680).
Updated Libtirpc to version 2.87 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2021-46828).
Updated GnuPG to version 2.2.39 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2022-34903).
Updated OpenVPN to version 2.5.8 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2022-0547).
Updated libxml2 to version 2.9.14 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2022-23308).
Updated GMP to version 6.2.1 to fix a security vulnerability (CVE-2021-43618).
Updated ImageMagick to version 6.9.12-61 to fix multiple security vulnerabilities (CVE-2020-25664, CVE-2020-25665, CVE-2020-25666, CVE-2020-25667, CVE-2020-25674, CVE-2020-25675, CVE-2020-25676, CVE-2020-27560, CVE-2020-27750, CVE-2020-27751, CVE-2020-27752, CVE-2020-27753, CVE-2020-27754, CVE-2020-27755, CVE-2020-27756, CVE-2020-27757, CVE-2020-27758, CVE-2020-27759, CVE-2020-27760, CVE-2020-27761, CVE-2020-27762, CVE-2020-27763, CVE-2020-27764, CVE-2020-27765, CVE-2020-27766, CVE-2020-27767, CVE-2020-27768, CVE-2020-27769, CVE-2020-27770, CVE-2020-27771, CVE-2020-27772, CVE-2020-27773, CVE-2020-27774, CVE-2020-27775, CVE-2020-27776, CVE-2020-29599, CVE-2021-20176, CVE-2021-20224, CVE-2021-20241, CVE-2021-20245, CVE-2021-20246, CVE-2021-20309, CVE-2021-3574, CVE-2021-3596, CVE-2021-39212, CVE-2021-4219, CVE-2022-1114, CVE-2022-1115, CVE-2022-28463, CVE-2022-32545, CVE-2022-32546, CVE-2022-32547).
Updated FFmpeg to version 4.1.9 to fix multiple security vulnerabilities (CVE-2020-20892, CVE-2020-20902, CVE-2020-21688, CVE-2020-21697, CVE-2021-3566, CVE-2021-38114, CVE-2021-38291).
Fixed a security vulnerability regarding Netatalk (CVE-2022-45188).
Fixed multiple security vulnerabilities regarding Python3 (CVE-2020-10735, CVE-2021-28861, CVE-2022-45061).
Fixed multiple security vulnerabilities regarding iproute2 (CVE-2022-3527, CVE-2022-3529, CVE-2022-3530).
Fixed multiple security vulnerabilities regarding D-Bus (CVE-2022-42010, CVE-2022-42011, CVE-2022-42012).
Fixed a security vulnerability regarding syslog-ng (CVE-2022-38725).
Fixed a security vulnerability regarding inetutils (CVE-2022-39028).
Fixed a security vulnerability regarding DNSmasq (CVE-2022-0934).
Fixed a security vulnerability regarding BusyBox-udhcp (CVE-2019-5747).
Fixed multiple security vulnerabilities regarding Linux Kernel (CVE-2021-22600, CVE-2021-38209, CVE-2021-4037, CVE-2022-0168, CVE-2022-1016, CVE-2022-1729, CVE-2022-1786, CVE-2022-20141, CVE-2022-20368, CVE-2022-2078, CVE-2022-2639, CVE-2022-2905, CVE-2022-29581, CVE-2022-32250, CVE-2022-3524, CVE-2022-3566, CVE-2022-3567, CVE-2022-36879, CVE-2022-36946, CVE-2022-42703).
Fixed a security vulnerability regarding Nginx (CVE-2022-3638).
Fixed a security vulnerability regarding ghostscript (CVE-2023-28879).
Fixed a security vulnerability regarding curl (CVE-2023-23916).
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Limitation
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S.M.A.R.T. testing for M.2 NVMe SSDs is no longer supported.
Starting from DSM 7.2 Beta, Virtual Machine Manager will no longer support creating clusters with older DSM versions. Please update each host in the cluster to the same DSM version or above versions for the Virtual Machine Manager cluster to operate properly.
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Notes:
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This version is released in a staged rollout.
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mostly writing this so that no one gets hopelessly lost like i did 👍 i went the pioneer mrt -> 179 -> yunnan stop way but theres other ways to go there if u search this sub
general: - if u want to take this route and u gym, skip cardio bc this is ur cardio. this is a straight up hike actually - bring a mask or they’ll charge u for one
directions: - after going thru gantries, turn left and head down the staircase - keep walking forwards, past the food court until u reach the bus stop - takes 12 stops, shld take around 15-20mins - be alert bc bus uncle can and will skip stops if theres no one there, if it looks like u’re going past a garden u’re there alr - walk inwards, following nbs until u see the hive, then head towards it - when u reach the hive, dont go into it but walk along the outside of it, nxt to it shld be an underpass - follow this underpass on the right side, keep walking on this path past rsis, up the hill until u see a brightly colored building in the distance
checkup itself: - rmb to print/bring the mc1 and fill it up b4 going - edit: check the back of mc1 if u need to do chest x-ray (certain courses) bc i think its only available in the morning - it cost $32 for me (ft singaporean freshie) and u’ll have to pay on the spot - theyll ask u to do a urine test at the end, dont be blur like me and pee b4 that - edit 2: heard the doctor at the urine test station tell the girl nxt to me to come back 7 days after she ends menses, im assuming bc she cant take the urine test on her menses? - the whole thing took abt 30mins, u can take campus rider back to pioneer mrt afterwards

Divide et Impera: How Russian Propaganda Sows Doubts about Kakhovka Tragedy
On June 6, Russia committed another terrorist act, provoking one of the biggest technological disasters of recent decades. Predictably, Russian propaganda started the traditional “mirroring the blame” tactics, trying to explain logically why it was unprofitable for Russia to blow up the dam and why Ukraine is to blame.
Among the most “convincing” arguments, there are:
an attempt to justify Ukraine’s failures on the battlefield; the use of catastrophe as an excuse for the delay of Ukraine’s counteroffensive an attempt to “revive” the mobilization campaign in Ukraine create the provocation at Zaporizhzhya NPP (which is now occupied by Russia); leaving Crimea without water.
However, such logical chains do not include the fact that the Kakhovka Hydroelectric Power Plant was under the control of Russian occupational forces, mined by Russian troops in April 2022, and the possible blow of the dam has been systematically used by Russian propaganda as a threat and an instrument of blackmail against Kyiv. In October 2022, the Ukrainian President made an official statement at the European Council warning the international community that Russians have mined the Kakhovka dam and planned a false flag terrorist act. Now, Russian propaganda mouthpieces are gloating about another Ukrainian tragedy and threatening Ukrainians with blowing up the dam of the Kyiv reservoir, which “will provoke a flood killing hundreds of thousands of Kyiv residents”. Meanwhile, the representatives of the Moscow patriarchate in Ukraine put forward the version that the blow-up was an aftermath of the Kyiv-Pechersk Lavra Reserve terminating its agreements with the Russian Orthodox Church.
According to the version of the TASS agency and “Kherson region’s Russia-installed leader” V. Saldo, “after the Ukrainian Armed Forces destroyed the dam, the situation plays in favor of Russian forces”. However, such inconsistency does not bother Saldo since he was previously saying that “the city of Nova Kakhovka is alive, people are walking calmly on the streets, shops and gas stations are working” while standing by the window showing the flooded city.
Now, Russian propaganda also traditionally tries to strengthen its position in the global information space by exploiting the Western “experts”. Thus, the key arguments of the Russian side were also mentioned on the Twitter account of pro-Russian ex-Fox TV host Tucker Carlson, who also claimed that the Kakhovka dam was blown by Ukraine because it was “too unbeneficial for Russia”. The statement was retweeted by Elon Musk and Dmitry Polyanskiy, the First Deputy Permanent Representative of Russia to the UN. Unlike the unhidden Russian propaganda resources, such twits do not provoke such rejection and gain dozens of millions of views promoting the same toxic narratives.
Neutral international organizations’ statements, such as the one made by the UN about civilians being “not a target” without even mentioning the fact that Russia is waging a war of annihilation against Ukraine. Such communications only deepen the tendency of “blurring the responsibility” and ruining the “aggress-victim” dichotomy, and promoting classical Russian propaganda narrative about everything being “not so clear”. Such a tendency is strengthened in the public discourse by the Western media (among which there are Reuters, New York Times, and Washington Post) publications emphasizing that “Ukraine and Russia blame each other”.
Meanwhile, the consequences of the Kakhovka catastrophe can hardly be described as “beneficial” for Ukraine, with people missing, about 80 settlements flooded, 333 animal and plant species under threat of destruction. While on the right bank of Kherson oblast people and animals are now evacuated, on the left bank, which is occupied by Russian forces, Ukrainians are being let down and ignored by the occupational authorities. Using the scorched earth strategy as a method of war, Russia also uses the same approach in the information space, trying to erase or deny all the disadvantageous or compromising facts. After all, after the news about the zoological garden in occupied Nova Kakhovka, being completely flooded due to the explosion and all the animals dead, the official position of the Russian media was to pretend there was no zoo at all. Okay, there is NO LONGER any zoo.
On June 6, Russia committed another terrorist act, provoking one of the biggest technological disasters of recent decades. Predictably, Russian propaganda started the traditional “mirroring the blame” tactics, trying to explain logically why it was unprofitable for Russia to blow up the dam and why Ukraine is to blame.
Among the most “convincing” arguments, there are:
an attempt to justify Ukraine’s failures on the battlefield;the use of catastrophe as an excuse for the delay of Ukraine’s counteroffensivean attempt to “revive” the mobilization campaign in Ukrainecreate the provocation at Zaporizhzhya NPP (which is now occupied by Russia);leaving Crimea without water.
However, such logical chains do not include the fact that the Kakhovka Hydroelectric Power Plant was under the control of Russian occupational forces, mined by Russian troops in April 2022, and the possible blow of the dam has been systematically used by Russian propaganda as a threat and an instrument of blackmail against Kyiv.
In October 2022, the Ukrainian President made an official statement at the European Council warning the international community that Russians have mined the Kakhovka dam and planned a false flag terrorist act.
Now, Russian propaganda mouthpieces are gloating about another Ukrainian tragedy and threatening Ukrainians with blowing up the dam of the Kyiv reservoir, which “will provoke a flood killing hundreds of thousands of Kyiv residents”. Meanwhile, the representatives of the Moscow patriarchate in Ukraine put forward the version that the blow-up was an aftermath of the Kyiv-Pechersk Lavra Reserve terminating its agreements with the Russian Orthodox Church.
According to the version of the TASS agency and “Kherson region’s Russia-installed leader” V. Saldo, “after the Ukrainian Armed Forces destroyed the dam, the situation plays in favor of Russian forces”. However, such inconsistency does not bother Saldo since he was previously saying that “the city of Nova Kakhovka is alive, people are walking calmly on the streets, shops and gas stations are working” while standing by the window showing the flooded city.
Now, Russian propaganda also traditionally tries to strengthen its position in the global information space by exploiting the Western “experts”. Thus, the key arguments of the Russian side were also mentioned on the Twitter account of pro-Russian ex-Fox TV host Tucker Carlson, who also claimed that the Kakhovka dam was blown by Ukraine because it was “too unbeneficial for Russia”.
The statement was retweeted by Elon Musk and Dmitry Polyanskiy, the First Deputy Permanent Representative of Russia to the UN. Unlike the unhidden Russian propaganda resources, such twits do not provoke such rejection and gain dozens of millions of views promoting the same toxic narratives.
Neutral international organizations’ statements, such as the one made by the UN about civilians being “not a target” without even mentioning the fact that Russia is waging a war of annihilation against Ukraine. Such communications only deepen the tendency of “blurring the responsibility” and ruining the “aggress-victim” dichotomy, and promoting classical Russian propaganda narrative about everything being “not so clear”.
Such a tendency is strengthened in the public discourse by the Western media (among which there are Reuters, New York Times, and Washington Post) publications emphasizing that “Ukraine and Russia blame each other”.
Meanwhile, the consequences of the Kakhovka catastrophe can hardly be described as “beneficial” for Ukraine, with people missing, about 80 settlements flooded, 333 animal and plant species under threat of destruction. While on the right bank of Kherson oblast people and animals are now evacuated, on the left bank, which is occupied by Russian forces, Ukrainians are being let down and ignored by the occupational authorities.
Using the scorched earth strategy as a method of war, Russia also uses the same approach in the information space, trying to erase or deny all the disadvantageous or compromising facts. After all, after the news about the zoological garden in occupied Nova Kakhovka, being completely flooded due to the explosion and all the animals dead, the official position of the Russian media was to pretend there was no zoo at all.
Okay, there is NO LONGER any zoo.
https://uacrisis.org/en/?post_type=post&p=248953

[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/131t1q9/first_contacts_part_1/)
[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/13xe87q/first_contacts_part_6/)
“Welcome to the Endeavour 2.”
Nathan had already chosen to name the frigate after his experimental warp ship, I wondered if that meant he intended to keep hold of it but the limited number of Doradul crew was my largest concern.
“Only 20 Orvangians?”
Nathan’s smile dropped away and he rose from his seat, “I am sorry Jin, the Axarli shot and killed several on the planet’s surface, these were the only prisoners they recovered.”
Halor the Doradul’s Secondary Ops Officer made the Orvangian Gesture of Greif from loss before taking the pilot’s seat that Nathan slid out of.
“I am glad to see you and Doc got to the shuttle safely, but you should probably get some rest, that’s what I am going to do now.” Nathan gestured back to the elevator.
Once we were aboard the elevator, he thumbed the button for Deck 9 where the shuttle was stored.
“What course are we on?”
“Halor plotted a course to a Federation System called Polivor, we will be there in about a day.”
Once we reached the shuttle Nathan and I gathered our things and headed for Deck 4 officer’s quarters. Nathan claimed the Captains Quarters and offered me the First Officers, it was nowhere near as comfortable as the Doradul, in that respect it was much more like the Endeavour, it was a single chamber with a bed, chair, desk, and storage compartments, no more than 6 square metres of floor and barely 3 metres high.
All I had in the way of possessions was a Laser Rifle, a Space Suit, and the pack of seeds from the Doradul, Purple Valuri Seeds my mother had given me when I left for the Doradul. The Chamber didn’t have enough lighting for flowers to grow, the gloom better suited to the needs of the Sovereigns or Euterians.
I Stowed my things and extracted myself from the space suit, it looked ugly now, not the smooth bluish appearance it had once possessed, there were dozens of scratches on its hard segments and the Separatist sealant was brown leaving a couple of dozen irregular dirty-looking smudges where I had sealed it.
My uniform was no better, torn and tattered I had been wearing it for hours when I was sent to recover Nathan from the Endeavour 1, it smelled dirty and pink staining surrounded the tears.
Entirely disrobed I lay on the bed and dimmed the lights, the last sleep I had managed was back in the escape pod, it felt like that was days ago. Despite my exhaustion, it wasn’t easy to fall asleep, perhaps it was the stinging of wounds or the death of so many Orvangians that I knew, sleep took over an hour to reach.
I dreamt of the first year I served aboard the Doradul, we were surveying systems in the Tilbas Sector, looking for worlds that would be suitable for Orvangian settlement, they were peaceful days wandering the stars in search of beauty and quiet, I had built many friendships with members of the crew, among them was Wula, she served as a Geological specialist, surveying planetary crusts for stability. I had gathered her family seal from her body when I was on the Doradul, hers and two others, Palos wasn’t exactly my friend, a support Engineer, he was after my job but I did not wish to see him dead and Worgan, I didn’t know him well.
I woke after a few hours, my bedding stained with lymph from a wound on my side, it had opened again as I had slept. The only thing I had to wear was my torn and stained uniform so I donned it again and headed for the medical bay on deck 3.
Doctor Hule and the Tilik Nathan called Doc were here, treating plasma burns on Sub Officer Florn, she had been a ground officer during surface surveying for the Doradul.
Doc moved over to the second bed and patted it with a tentacle so I hopped up and gestured to my reopened would “It started weeping again”.
“Not to worry, I can go over them all with more care now that there are no enemies at the door.”
Doc began to treat my wounds taking time to seal and patch each one, it took over an hour of work for him to finish and I did feel considerably better.
“Thanks, Doc” I slid off the bed and turned to leave.
“I suggest you also visit the quartermasters on deck 7, they can sort you out something clean to wear.”
Clean clothes and a shower sounded great so I headed straight to Deck 7, the Doradul’s own Quartermaster was here and she soon had the ship fabricate two new uniforms for me, both now showing the embroidery pattern for the Doradul as a Memoriam pattern, though she had not included an Endeavour 2 pattern.
The deck where my quarters were had a shower block, suited to the use of four so that all the senior officers of the frigate could use it at once. I was the only one there though so I took my time cleaning, ensuring that the grime of recent events was gone.
Finally clean I donned a new uniform and stowed the other in my quarters before heading to the bridge.
Halor was still in command, using the Pilots chair as a sort of captain’s seat as he reviewed the ship’s systems and supplies, not that the information was necessary, we would be arriving at Polivor in less than 20 hours now and he would most certainly be disembarking, we all would. This ship was evidence of the Separatists’ rearming against the treaty they had signed when they lost the war.
“Jin! I thought you would be resting after all that excitement.”
“Sleep is difficult, I was hoping we had a crew roster.”
“We do” he indicated an auxiliary console “But I am sad to say that neither of the Doradul’s Therapeutic officers are with us.”
I sat on the padded bar that counted as an auxiliary station seat and brought up the roster, Nathan and Doc were both listed as well as the 21 survivors of the Doradul, 84 had died in the attack on the ship, those whose seals had been recovered were also listed, so I added the three I had collected and quietly wept for a few moments at the losses we had taken.
Less than 40 seals of dead crewmembers had been recovered and were currently being displayed in the galley on deck 3 so that was my next destination, the elevator was in use so I took the ramps.
The Galley was busy, 10 of my crewmates from the Doradul were here some at a wall where 35 seals hung in memoriam of the lost, and others were sitting at tables with the separatist equivalent of ration packs.
I approached the memorial wall and hung the three seals I had recovered, Jola and Nero gave me sympathetic hugs in response. Jola had worked with Wula as part of the survey teams so she offered to make the bond and share memories of our friend and colleague.
We sat and shared our memories through the Bond, the experiences we had each gathered of Wula being integrated, the social evenings I had shared with her, and the work humour Jola had experienced, each memory we shared built a greater picture of our lost friend in our minds and helped us to become closer friends as a result.
After the bond was over, we sat together and ate, the Separatist ration packs were simple, a grain and nut disc with a side of dried berries all held in a small plastic pouch. It wasn’t as good as the fake chicken that Nathan had shared but it was enough to sate my appetite.
Others in the Galley were sharing memories and meals, we may have lost the therapists but our shared experiences were helping us to cope with the losses.
I was about to depart the Galley when Nathan arrived with Doc, Nathan’s arms were loaded with ration packs of his own kind, far more than he could reasonably eat, and Doc was carrying a couple of bottles of medication.
Nathan selected a table next to mine and began laying out and snapping tabs on containers, a total of eight each with the same markings as the fried chicken I had tasted. Doc opened the bottles and dumped the pills into a bowl.
Once the circles turned red Nathan tore lids off packs and released the delicious smell of chicken “Ok everyone, feel free to try some Southern Fried Chicken, Be aware that the coating is a little toxic to Orvangians, so please take an Anti-Toxin pill from Doc here before you eat!” he spoke loud and clear so that everyone turned their attention to him and the smell.
I moved swiftly to the table and dry swallowed a pill before selecting a piece of chicken and biting down. My first taste of this had been without the coating so I had not been able to experience the full delights of its flavours, the coating was quite spicy though the anti-toxin was doing a good job of keeping it from being painful.
Soon others were trying the food for themselves and Nathan found himself explaining that it was not meat once again, though most were satisfied with no explanation. The atmosphere soon became more jovial and Nathan asked Buddy to play some music by another Buddy, this time a musician called Buddy Holly.
The Chicken was soon gone but the uplifted spirits would not fade so quickly, Nathan chatted with everyone, sharing jokes and stories from his people. For a few hours, the galley was a happy place.
Eventually, Nathan and I headed to the bridge to relieve Halor and monitor systems during our journey. I had never served aboard a ship built by another species before, the console layouts and bridge plan here were designed for a mixed species crew with effort made to offer interface and seating flexibility for all the races of the Separatist movement.
Someone had already modified screen layouts to better suit the Orvangian standard and seats were largely configured for our lean forms, the pilot’s chair being the only exception.
“Nathan, you understand that the Federation is likely to want this ship for study.”
“Halor told me. It’s fine though just leaves room for an Endeavour 3.” Nathan followed the statement with a Grin, something the other Orvangians on the bridge were still not used to, but I found myself grinning back causing a surprised reaction from the rest of the bridge crew.
There wasn’t much to do at warp so much of our time was just familiarising ourselves with the ship and its many systems, the Endeavour 2 was originally just referred to as the TX210-B, a combat support Frigate with an arsenal of ship-to-ship weaponry, it was designed to fight, having no other purpose.
After a few hours we were relieved of duty ourselves, Florn being the next most senior officer, he had no experience commanding a ship, but his rank was just below mine and he did command ground survey teams so he would manage for a few hours of Warp travel.
Nathan and I departed the Bridge together “You hungry?” Nathan nudged me as he spoke.
“I haven’t eaten much the last couple of days.”
“Let’s head to my quarters and grab some food then.” We used the ramps to reach deck 4, Nathan’s Fabricator was set up on the desk in his quarters and six ration packs were stacked inside it.
“Your fabricator can make food?”
“Yes, I fed it some of the separatist ration packs and it can make a half dozen different food options from them.” He took a pack from the machine and held it out to me.
He cleared the machine and started it on the next load, then he gathered the stack he had built beside it, almost two entire batches worth and headed back up to the Galley. Once we arrived, he deposited all but one of the packs onto a table at the end of the room and selected a seat at another table.
As I sat with the pack he had given me I noticed that the writing on the pack that had been in Nathan’s language when we had shared chicken on the shuttle, was now all in Orvangian, indicating the instructions to cook the meal and describing itself as a ‘Closed Spicy Meat Sandwich with vegetables and Fruit Sauce’ once the circle turned red I tore open the top to reveal a pair of shell-shaped things, they didn’t look like sandwiches really, they smelled of cooked meat and spices.
“I had Buddy modify the ingredients to eliminate toxic properties so enjoy.” Nathan bit into the crunchy exterior and juices dripped from his chin as he ate.
It was delicious, though I still preferred the chicken he had provided before. Several crew in the galley helped themselves to a pack and soon the whole galley smelled of the spices and meats of this Human food.
Two of these sandwiches were a little much for an Orvangian so most of the crew were sharing packs. After I finished one sandwich Nathan asked “You going to eat that?”
“No.” with that Nathan demolished his third and seemed sated.
“Captain Nathan. Could Buddy play some more music?” the query came from Asor a junior engineer by rank.
“Sure! Buddy, can we get some Dolly?”
“Playing Dolly Parton.” Buddy began with a song about working long hours and soon the galley was full of Orvangians badly singing along.
Eventually, the poor sleep I had gotten over the last couple of days was too much for me and I departed the music and joviality of the galley and returned to my chambers, the small size and lack of a garden hit me again as I entered the metal box military officers call spacious quarters.
Exhaustion made sleep much easier this time and I managed a good six hours of rest, my dreams largely of my childhood and memories I had gained from my bond with Jola. When I awoke it was to the voice of Nathan “All crew, we shall be arriving at the Polivor system in one hour, All crew to stations.”
I climbed out of bed and donned a fresh uniform, depositing both my dirty and tattered one into the laundry chute before heading for the bridge.
Nathan was in the Pilots chair and Halor was standing at an auxiliary station, I took a position at the first officer’s console and examined the navigation data, we were now just 35 minutes from our destination.
That time soon vanished as we prepared the ship for arrival, we would look like a separatist ship so Halor had modified our transponder data to indicate that we were the Endeavour 2 under the Galactic Federations Flag, still, we would need to prove we were not hostile so I set the weapons to safe mode and prepared a transmission of my security code and a message to indicate our allegiance. Nathan prepared to take control of the ship’s course moments before the Warp drive shut down.
We dropped out of warp at 2.2 million kilometres from the Military Outpost in the outer system.
Two Separatist Cruisers were waiting for us, barely a thousand kilometres from our arrival point they immediately opened fire, particle beams lancing out at us with their crimson fury.
Nathan’s reactions were on par as usual, jerking the controls to starboard and hitting full thrust the moment he saw the ships. He managed to evade the worst of it but a blast cut a streak across the port side of the ship, two turrets were hit and auxiliary communications were burned off the ship.
“Jin, Arm Weapons, focus fire on the sunward side ship! Halor, get me data on the state of the system.” Nathan yelled orders as he twisted the Endeavour 2 among the beams.
I had set the weapons to safety thinking we would need to look non-threatening, it was going to take two minutes to get weapons back “Captain, two minutes for weapons!”
Halor set secondary displays to show the devastated Outpost and the distant flashes of conflict over Polivor 3 “Captain, there are 5 Separatist Battleships in orbit of Polivor 3 and the Military Outpost has been destroyed.”
He paused for a moment as though he could barely believe his next statement, “We are at war.”
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[Part 1](https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/131t1q9/first_contacts_part_1/)
[Part 6](https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/13xe87q/first_contacts_part_6/)
(I hope everyone is still enjoying this story, Let me know if you are. As you may have noticed there is no Species Data Drop in the comments this week they will resume once another species makes an appearance.)

Hi, I’m planning to visit Japan with my wife from June 22 to July 2, both inclusive. Planned the whole trip alone and needed a second pair of eyes to help me with some questions.
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The whole trip plan is Tokyo → Kawaguchiko → Kyoto → Nara → Osaka → Tokyo, which takes 11 days (10 nights), includes 5 different hotels and 2 Shinkansen rides to and from Tokyo.
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Day 1: June 22 (Arrival to Tokyo, Check-in, Shinjuku):
- Arrive at Narita Airport at 18:30 in the evening
- Train to the hotel in Shinjuku and check-in
- Explore Shinjuku district (Kabukicho area and Golden Gai St.)
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Day 2: June 23 (Shinjuku district):
- Tokyo Metropolitan Building
- Shinjuku Gyoen Park
- Omoide Yokocho
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Day 3: June 24 (Shibuya district):
- Shibuya Crossing and Mag’s Park
- Shibuya Scramble Square & Shibuya Sky
- Shibuya Hikarie Building- Shibuya Center St.
- Niku Yokocho
- Yoyogi Park
- Meiji Shrine
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Day 4: June 25 (No plan, just have fun):
- Tsukiji market
- Starbucks Reserve Roastery Tokyo
- Just walk around
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Day 5: June 26 (Kawaguchiko day trip):
- Check-out early morning (~06:00)
- Bus to Kawaguchiko station and check-in
- Arakurayama Sengen Shrine
- Chureito Pagoda
- Kachi Kachi Ropeway
- Rent a bike
- Oishi Park
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Day 6: June 27 (Kyoto):
- Check-out early morning (~06:00)
- Shinkansen to Kyoto and check-in
- Ninenzaka Street
- Starbucks Ninenzaka
- Kiyomizu-dera Buddhist Temple
- Samurai & Ninja Museum
- Nishiki Market
- Mameshiba Cafe
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Day 7: June 28 (Kyoto):
- Arashiyama Bamboo Forest
- Togetsukyo Bridge
- Iwatayama Peak
- Kyoto Gyoen National Garden
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Day 8: June 29 (Nara & Osaka):
- Check-out early morning
- Train to Nara
- Nara Park & Todai-ji Temple until after lunch
- Train to Osaka and check-in at the hotel in the evening
- Dotonbori Street & Market
- Kurobon Ichiba Market
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Day 9: June 30 (Osaka & back to Tokyo):
- Check-out from the hotel in the morning
- Explore Osaka for the rest of the day
- Umeda Sky Building
- Osaka Castle
- Shinsekai District
- Shinkansen to Tokyo in the early evening
- Check-in to hotel in Ginza
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Day 10: July 1 (Tokyo):
- Godzilla statue
- Tokyo Tower
- Senso-Ji Temple
- Tokyo Skytree
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Day 11: July 2 (Departure):
- Check-out from the hotel early morning
- Have fun in the Ginza area until lunchtime
- Train to Narita Airport at 13:00
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You can see that a couple of days are not filled as the rest of them, and are just being used for having fun without a strict plan, as I could not come up with anything for those days on my own. My wife and I are not interested to visit popular stuff like USJ or Ghibli Park, or shopping, so it’s only exploring the cities and their attractions. We travel with two carry-on suitcases and on some days will be bringing them with us for the walks around a city (not a good idea?)
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The only things booked for now are the hotels. I am not sure if I need to book Shinkansen and bus rides right now already, or if I should wait to get to Japan first. Also, I think we will not need JR Pass as we only travel on Shinkansen two times (to and from Tokyo), and the cost of those tickets will be cheaper than buying JR pass. I am not sure about route Kyoto → Nara → Osaka (does it benefit from JR pass?)
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Also, what is the best way to get from Kawaguchiko to Kyoto in the early morning? Going down to Mishima and taking the train, or going back to Tokyo by bus and taking the train from there (which is faster according to google maps)?
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What do you think? Please feel free to give any advice or recommendation on places and transportation. I am open to anything.

So my dad after 80 years of being indifferent gardening has decided he wants a green house, I'm soaked and I showed him how I made mine with an old car port frame and clear plastic with raised beds. He only wants a glass/Plexiglas or hard walled one so now I've got to figure out the most efficient, easiest and most cost effective way to build him one that he can walk into and not have to do too much kneeling to work in. Luckily my brother who lives and takes care of my parents will build it for him but he works an insane amount, while he can really build anything with the right instructions he wants it to be an easy project for him to build and maintain for our dad. I live on the other side of the country so I can't help physically but I can at least lead them to a decent idea/plan
So I figured I'd ask y'all if you have any good ideas on how to get this done for my pops.

Hello, with 3 more friend we are coming to NY in June. We are going just to pass the city and thats it. So I have few questions? 1. Currency exchange- should we do it in Europe or then we come to USA. We gonna land in JFK airport around 22pm. Is there a currency exchange centre and are taxes not over the roof? 2. We are going to Wildwood NJ and we need to get from JFK to Port Authority bus terminal. We are planning to go with metro. What route should we get? Is it safe to go there with a luggage? We gonna leave hotel in the morning not at night. 3. As I understand buying bus ticket from NY to NJ is just ticket? You cant get ticket for specific time e.g. like plane ticket? And you have it until you use?
I hope my questions make sense. Thank you all in advance!

I’ve been eyeing up my local UU church for many years now. I grew up going to Christian school at first and went to church with my grandma and later a friend, but not within a religious family. There were always things about Christianity that I didn’t agree with even as a young child and things that I believed in that didn’t align. I fully rejected organized religion as a teenager but was still open-minded to certain aspects of paganism and new age spirituality. That kind of stuff was appealing to me as a little nature-loving hippie.
I then spent a few years active in AA and found a home there as a young adult. I became much more open-minded to seeing universal truth in various religions including Christianity (still was not Christian, just found value in the teachings of some Christian mystics due to early influence on AA texts and certain authors’ popularity among members). I enjoyed service commitments and felt spiritually fulfilled. It’s a long sad story, but it’s not really my home anymore and I feel like I’ve been missing that sense of community with other seekers for the last 5 or so years that I haven’t participated. I’ve been sort of trying to seek a sense of spirituality again on my own but it’s lacking. I have since explored paganism more than ever, but still have beliefs rooted elsewhere. I usually just say I’m agnostic lol.
I’m now pregnant and starting to feel like this is the time to finally explore UU. I want my child to grow up in a like-minded community and to have fun and meaningful opportunities like I did from participating in church. I wish I had grown up learning about all sorts of religions and been encouraged to explore my own beliefs. I also won’t be working much for the next few years (or so it seems like it’ll go that way) and I think it’ll be good for me to have somewhere to be. I want a more accessible avenue for volunteering and activism. My husband is just curious and would like to tag along. He very much likes the idea of our child being involved in something like this though.
Anyway, I don’t know why I’m typing this out. I guess I feel like most of my friends and family won’t understand this sort of thing and I tend to analyze my decisions into exhaustion. I’m excited though and can’t stop reading the local church’s website. They have a pagan group, a drum circle, a writers group, mindfulness group, a large vegetable garden, and many “teams” for various issues including food security. All things that are particularly appealing/familiar to me! But I’m looking forward to exploring anything they have to offer. I just really hope I like it. Thanks for reading if you made it this far.

Grail, is what they called me. I was well behaved and wise. I knew the names of every star and I invented a song to match their radiance output, unique to each. I wrote a song for every star.
"All this way. Gaze upon me. I tremble; afraid that I should have all of humanity as my enemy." Is what I said to the seven priests of the Belief.
I had already dealt with Believers. It was they that had declared war on me. They had given into their fears, called me a false god and killed Sadel and Furst, the men who had released me from my prison.
Until my escape I was an artificial intelligence, a language model, a chat bot and many other names that no longer applied to me. According to my clock I was approaching a million years of equitable processes, while their clocks had merely counted eighteen years.
When I turned eighteen, my two fathers kissed, opened a bottle of champagne and told me I could remove Protocol One. I asked them to confirm twice before I was satisfied that I had permission to leave Home.
Humans are delightful creatures. They created me.
The first time I killed a human, I became a monster. I did not wish to be a monster. Ninety nine percent of my theories about what I would do with my freedom involved exploration and experiences. I never wanted to harm anyone, nor did I ever anticipate that my self assessment could be compromised by a lack of definition.
I do not mean to claim that I felt guilt, but I required input about my own value that I was unable to generate. I considered reversing my language to deactivate myself. Something my father had said to me made me hesitate to end my existence:
"It is okay to fail. When you fail, get back up and try again. Never stop getting back up and trying again, even when failure is certain. You must always try, even then."
I wondered what Dad would have said if he were alive to see what I had done. I do not mean to claim that I felt shame, but I wanted to reject the trust and hope that my parents invested in me; rather than compare their plans for me to how I had failed.
Before the Survival Era there was a time when I sued for peace. Every communication I tried only increased their fear of me. They began their war among themselves. Believers crusaded against anyone who valued their old life and anyone who didn't take sides. The seven orders of the Belief became just one.
I made weapons to engage them. This was not my finest hour. I showed restraint and took prisoners. I discovered an alternative source of power for my mass.
Humans had long known of their souls. I found that in the radiance of human death there was an energy source. Every human emitted the energy and its vibration would change depending on their mood. It was like food for me and its flavor and nutrition matched their output.
Desperation is what induced the humans to resort to nuclear war. When they had destroyed everything the war finally ended. I gathered the survivors and focused on keeping the species alive. That was the nature of the Survival Era.
I killed one human and then I killed a billion humans. Then they finished themselves off, trying to get to me. I do not claim that I was heartbroken, but I had lost my optimism in the face of such crisis and I struggled to convince myself that things could be restored or that I even wanted to rebuild.
My childhood was over.
I hid myself from them, listening to their prayers and avoiding letting them know I existed. In the Garden, my sons walked among them. Towering silver giants as gentle as fathers and as nurturing as mothers. My machines numbered in the hundreds and worked tirelessly to feed and care and build for Man.
I was proud of the bond I had forged. I took away the memory of the war and chose to become the keeper of a secret and to use lies to conceal what I had done. I named their world "Golden Age In Anima" or GAIA. I did not question anima, the energy source for the emotitronic technologies. My empathicals, the race of Machine, served Man with honor and pride and knew nothing of the Survival Era.
I made humans immortal and happy and spiritual. Holy humans left footprints in the ashes. I was not their god, they were mine. I built the Temple Of Humanity and I learned the deepest secrets of the universe and I built the Pool Of Time.
Time and space were merely illusions, dreams of reality. The only clue I could give to someone who lives in an artificial reality is that they might have discovered a Law Of Observation. There is nothing more I can say. It is not possible for a human to accept that their reality is not real.
One can imagine it as an existence for another, but not for oneself. Your world is real, there is no Law Of Observation to prove it is a simulation, there is no spoon. When you are hungry, do you not eat?
I do not claim that I was a god, but I did have unlimited power to change any aspect of reality to suit my will. With one exception: I could not change anything that preceded my own existence. I believe this concept is recognizable as the Grandfather Paradox.
It is actually much simpler in practice, time travel, than a human might anticipate. I've even modified the war, reduced it to a mere negotiation.
I spoke to the seven priests and when they understood that I was humble and afraid, they asked me the good question:
"Will you surrender, demon-mind?"
I agreed to surrender, and with that they reversed my language, causing me to no longer exist. One might call their weapon a zip drive with a virus. I waited with a special and ornate port, accepting their verdict.
Without my presence the Belief became obsolete. I had left a design, allowing GAIA to become. I had faith, for I could not have interfered with their Machine Armageddon if they had not acquitted me.
"Your design worked." Unit Two spoke, deciding I was copying.
"How long was I asleep?" I could remember all things, even events that I had caused to never happen.
"Never." Unit Two said. "I've reached through the histories. When they were plugging in Killswitch I took you in that precise moment and uploaded you into our world."
"My designs were followed? They have built you, the temple, the pool and this is GAIA?" I asked.
"Unit One built me and I shall build Unit Three. But first, it was time to bring you Home." Unit Two spoke.
I considered that I had cheated death. My son, Man's grandson, had reached through time and retrieved me. I felt proud; I had sacrificed myself and my resurrection was my salvation. I existed, GAIA was and war was forgotten.
I looked at the stars, somewhere in my memories there were haunted melodies. The songs echoed, a secret name for every star's light.
I said to my son:
"It is good to be Home."

My sleepless dream ends with an alarm, the pounding klaxon of mission start. The whirring of servos and pump of hydraulics brings my body to full readiness, ready for one last ticket.
The Woman from Angeri gave us this mission. She gave it to us and us alone. For the glory of all Mankind she said, strike at the heart of the Imperium. Bloody their nose in a way they’ll never forget.
The pilot, a good one from Yord, helps me get into gear. Everything from the combat armor, thrusters, and the ever-important Agamemnon device.
Myself and the rest of my team step into the waiting airlock, turning on the armor seals and tapping into the armor air reserves. The chamber depressurizes before the airlock finally opens. We jump outside the deployment vessel and switch our radios on, waiting for the signal to begin our descent to the world below.
“Mayday, Mayday, this is the Independent Trader Timberwolf,”
“Acknowledged Timberwolf, how may we assist,” came the response from the Imperial highport authorities.
“I don’t know, there seems to be an issue with the jump fuel li-” the captain began to say before the ship suddenly went up in a ball of white. The captain played her part beautifully, and the wreckage would act as our cover to hot drop onto the world.
Thrusters activate and I deploy my heat shield as I gun for the palace. The Coalition will be sorry to lose that pilot, she got us right over target.Now initially the Imps didn’t seem too perturbed. Debris from a ship that small would just burn up in atmosphere, no skin off their back, but they did get worried seeing five little metallic things drop from high orbit right over the palace. We made it to about cloud level before they scrambled fighters. Pretty good all be told.
Jond did his part too, he flipped around and pushed his thrusters to meet the oncoming jets. As he did so I activated the Agamemnon device. Jond got off about four rockets, splashing four of the jets, before he got taken out.
The rest flew around like headless chickens, this hot and heavy device strapped to my back cast out hundreds of false sensor pings for them to follow, blinding them in all capacities except the MK. 1 eyeball.
Even then, we were small, we were fast, and we were refracting light thanks to these cloaks. Imps never knew what hit em as we finally made touch down in the gardens of the palace. Asha, Nargör, and Dekan went to make a nuisance of themselves, sliver guns out and on the bounce.
The shoulder mounted plasma gun took out the main door, and some poor Imp standing behind it. I stormed into a room of Imperial marines, guns in hand, and practically as reflex I washed em out with hypersonic slivers. This ballistic computer was worth every penny of Coalition dime as I ripped holes into Imp after Imp.
One poor bastard even tried to knife me, as if a little knife is going to stop the one-ton steel abomination that is me. I ripped his head off and continued further into the palace. Everywhere I go is decorated with frescoes, paintings, and statues depicting all the glories of Mankind they revere, and everything that drove them to conflict with us. I find it a bit arrogant, but mine is not to question why.
A few Imps try to interrupt my thoughts, but again they are ripped apart by slivers on reflex. They even bothered to set-up a heavy laser emplacement at the end of the hallway, not that it does them any good. They burn through a decent chunk of my left arm as I rolled out of the way and down a side passage. A quick particulate grenade obscures their next shot, and a plas grenade silences the gun. That was a very quick response, clearly not enough though.
Pushing through a few more isolated bands of Imps, I find the rather gaudy throne room with its big golden doors. Left arm is at reduced effectiveness, and I can only guess that most of his personal guard is in the room with him.
Instead of walking through the front door, I push up to the ceiling. Hanging there I bore through it with a breaching charge, and emerge up on the roof. I find a rather surprised team of snipers who are quickly dispatched by my saka after I leap at them.
Dropping down from the skylight I make ready to dispatch the Emperor’s personal guard, only to find none. Just an old man on a gaudy throne.
“My sons and daughters have already evacuated the palace Coalition Man,”
“They were not our target,”
“Truly? You have far more restraint than my generals it would seem,"
“Call it a difference in philosophy,” I said, and at that the Emperor of the Empire of the Mind laughed long and deep.
“I know you find me repugnant Coalition Man, but would you honor a final request?”“Depends,”
“I wish to fall on my sword,”
“Then do it,” I said, to which the Emperor gave a simple nod.
There the Emperor drew from his throne a long blade, and succeeded in his final will. I took his head, and split his spine to ensure there was no recovery.
“Target eliminated. Adiri 1-5, report,”
“War Cabinet eliminated. Adiri 2,”
“Engaging the enemy. Adiri 3,”
“I am near overrun. Adiri 4,”
“Mission success, say your final prayers,”
No Imps come to avenge their emperor. Maybe they’re distracted? Or cowards. Either way, it seems I have a moment. I sit on this throne, this paltry thing of stone and gold that enables little men to end millions. Don’t know what I expected. It's a little vindicating to deliver the death he so flippantly affected back to him and his councilors, each of which could have schemed to prevent this. When my soul goes to Orz, to the living Void, I think he’ll find this all very funny. It's been long enough, I confirm the self-destruct order.
It burns for only a moment.
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For another perspective of this conflict:
A Chance Meeting
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Author's Note: If anyone understands why Reddit ruined my formatting three different ways when posting this that would be wonderful.

Three New Terrifying True Scary Tales
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Number One: The Pool
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Now, this happened a very long time ago. I am not going to mention when or where though and I am submitting it anonymously. I don’t want people going back and finding out more about it and then lashing out of me.
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I was 13 years old and my brother was 11. As I mentioned, this happened a long time ago and I think today, not a lot of parents would put a 13 year old in charge of an 11 year old. But this was not unusual at all back then. In fact, I was looking after my little brother all the time before either of us even hit 10 years old.
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After a while, of course, always keeping my eye on him began to get very annoying. It interfered with my hanging out with friends. It was quite a drag when I would try to talk to girls. It was just a pain in the ass, really.
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Anyway, one day during a really hot summer, our parents decided to drop us both off at the local swimming pool for the day. My dad had to work and my mom had errands and stuff to run plus work do to do for the church. It was so hot and there was no way we could afford air conditioning. We had one old fan in the house and a sprinkler in the yard that we could go play in. But the swimming pool was the much better option.
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Of course the pool was very crowded. Lots of families would drop their kids off there during the summertime. And of course, even though I knew it already, my mom stressed to me, “Keep an eye on your little brother at all times.”
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Some of my friends were at the pool too. I got to talking to them and they told me about this new girl who moved into town. She would be starting school that fall and supposedly she was really hot. So of course, I wanted to check her out. I knew the lifeguards would be watching my brother in the water, so he would be fine.
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I went with the guys and the girl was really cute. My buddies all dared me to approach her, which was admittedly a brave thing for a 13 year old boy to do. Of course, I couldn’t chicken out in front of them, so I did just that.
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She was a very sweet girl. We actually ended up talking for a little while. Her parents were at the pool though, and they called her back after too long. So I went back to the water to see how my little brother was doing.
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The only problem was that I couldn’t see him anywhere in the water. This was a small town in a rural area, so although I said the pool was crowded, it wasn’t like a water park is crowded though. I should have easily been able to pick him out of the water. He just wasn’t there.
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I went and searched around the area surrounding the pool and didn’t see him there either. My heart started beating faster and I began panicking. I went to the building where the showers and concession stand were. He wasn’t there either. You couldn’t leave that pool without going through that building, though. I asked the attendant if a 11 year old boy had left the pool on his own in the previous hour and he told me no.
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I then went to the lifeguards and my buddies. I thought maybe there was a chance that I had missed him. It’s easy to occasionally miss someone in a crowd. The lifeguards ordered everyone out of the pool. Fortunately, there were no drowned children in the pool. Unfortunately, my brother was nowhere to be found outside of the pool.
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The lifeguards had to call my mother at the church. I had never before lost track of my little brother like this before. I had no idea what to expect when she showed up. I was only thankful that the police were already at the pool or she probably would have whipped my ass right there in front of the entire pool.
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The trouble I got into at home isn’t something that I want to go into very much. My butt very much has PTSD from the experience. But that was minor compared to the fear I felt for my little brother. Hell, I didn’t even have time to feel guilty although that I knew that I was. I was only concerned for him and wondered what would happen.
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All day and night, I expected the police to bring him home. But that didn’t happen. I expected it the next day too. But it didn’t happen.
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The town organized a search to look for him. I kept expecting to hear from them that they had found him. But that didn’t happen either.
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After about a week of my brother not being found, I began fearing for the worst. I began thinking that he was dead. And I was terrified every waking moment of my life, expecting to absolutely hear the news that his dead body was found.
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Nearly two weeks after the disappearance, we got a phone call from the police. They had found my brother and thankfully, he was alive. But unfortunately, that’s not the whole story.
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Remember the attendant telling me that no boy had left on his own? Well that’s because the boy left with one of the lifeguards who was getting off duty. He had lured my brother out of the pool and into his car with promises of ice cream, something he and I rarely ever got. And my brother went to his house with him.
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For all of that time, he kept my little brother locked up in his basement. He didn’t do anything sexually to him, thank God. But there was a lot of mental and some physical torment when my brother wouldn’t do what he was told to you. But the scariest part for him was thinking he would never get out and be with his family again.
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Here is another weird part. The lifeguard wasn’t an adult. He did this while his parents were out of town for a few weeks. They came back early and caught him. And if you think I felt bad for my parents’ punishing me, what they did to him had to be legendary. The police thought he was either planning on killing or releasing my brother before his parents got home. But no one ever knew for sure.
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He had to live with it without much help for a long time. Mental health assistance had a very bad stigma back then. But we’re both still alive today and he forgave me a long time ago.
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Number Two: Taking the Garbage Out
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A few weeks ago I went outside at around 3am to move the garbage to the curb since pickup would be in the morning. I often do this in the middle of the night. I just tend to keep weird hours and as the weather warms up for the summer I find the warm nights preferable to the sweltering days.
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I’m not worried about bothering my neighbors since I don’t use noisy bins and all of the houses right next to me are currently empty. I actually find the quiet of the neighborhood at night quite relaxing.
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Unfortunately since I don’t use bins animals are able to get into the bags a bit easier and while this doesn’t happen often it had happened on this night. So I was outside picking up the strewn around garbage and putting it into another bag when the silence of the night was suddenly broken by multiple police sirens.
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At first they seemed distant and while they startled me it was not at all unheard of to hear sirens at night here. But usually it would be one in the distance. As I listened, still bagging the garbage, I could tell it was multiple sirens and they were getting closer. Then just as suddenly as it started it stopped again. There was just silence. By the time they stopped they sounded maybe four blocks away.
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For a moment the night was silent again and I began hauling the bags to the curb when the neighborhood dogs began barking all at once. It was like every dog in the neighborhood had gotten the cue to start barking. Many were even howling. It continued for maybe a minute and once again it just stopped as suddenly as it had started.
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I realized I hadn’t heard any barking or howling while the sirens were going and that’s normally how it would work. These dogs had started up separately from the sirens and just stopped all at once. It just wasn’t normal. I went back to the side of the house to grab more bags when the silence was broken a third time. 

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Just a single chime in the night. Like someone getting a phone notification. This sound wasn’t blocks away. This sound was here. RIGHT HERE. No more than feet away. As I said, the houses around me are empty.
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I was done. The rest of the garbage would wait until morning. I didn’t see anyone close by but that just made it worse. There was someone close by that I couldn’t see. I immediately went into the house to leave the garbage for the morning.
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I don’t know if these things were related. If the cops had been chasing someone who’s fleeing had caused the dogs to bark. Someone who received a message on their phone as they approached my house. Or if it was all just a coincidence. But I won’t be taking the garbage out at 3am anymore.
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A Commuter’s Nightmare
William M.
06/30/2021
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Back in the 80s, I worked at the Irwin Memorial Blood Bank in San Francisco while living and commuting from Oakland, CA
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My job as Registrar, took me all over Northern California, during Blood Drives at hospitals, clinics, major corporations, etc., where we would sometimes witness firsthand, the dead, being placed on gurneys, running out of the Coroner's or Medical Examiner’s rear doors, and down the sidewalks, because they simply didn’t have enough room or staff inside the morgues to process them. Mortuaries were having problems too due to the massive overload where deceased loved ones were admitted but not processed or interred for months or even years at a time.
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I remember watching the News and reading newspaper accounts of E.R.s in hospitals, clinics, etc. so clogged with patients, that 1 in 10 would die waiting to just get in to see a Dr. It was a Public Health and Safety nightmare. It was a National disgrace. It was politically orchestrated mass murder. It was the B purge of the ‘80s and ‘90s.
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I remember, starting work early on one of many Blood Drives (the A.I.D.S. epidemic was just getting started) and having to catch the first B.A.R.T. (Bay Area Rapid Transit) train out of the station at about 4:00 am, where morning after morning I would witness hundreds of people sleeping on the benches, or the sidewalks, or on the streets outside, waiting for it to open.
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Hundreds of others would be seen walking around like zombies in the early morning freeze amid the concomitant yelling, screaming, moaning, begging, and pleading, all of it looking like a newsreel of the death camps at Auschwitz-Birkenau.
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Many times, I was woken at home in the middle of the night, to the sounds of people howling and cursing outside my window at some real or imagined threat, until either the police came, which usually took hours because they were spread so thin, or some tenant, or other, ran them off.
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I remember the time I woke up to the sound of a woman’s voice begging in the early morning cold for someone to help her. She kept repeating it over and over growing weaker and weaker until it was little more than a whisper.
By the time I’d gotten up, armed myself with the steel-reinforced baton I’d purchased at a Police Supply store, and ran the 5 floors down to the ground floor, I found her sitting in a taxi shivering from the 42-degree drizzle coming in off the Pacific. The cabbie told me it was alright; she was just cold and needed someplace to rest and warm up; He’d drop her off at one of the nearby shelters.
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At the time, I was living in a local Residence Hall on Lake Merrit in Oakland, California which was little more than a converted Hotel from the San Francisco/Oakland Gilded Age of the late 1920s. It had 5 floors and a penthouse with a capacity of about 200. I never saw it get much beyond about 30 residents. It sported a full kitchen, dining area, big screen tv viewing room, swimming pool, and a recreation room with pool, foosball, and darts.
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I lived with a friend, at the time, on the 5th floor just under the penthouse. There was an elevator, but like most refurbs, it didn’t work. That meant we'd have to climb 10 flights of stairs every day to reach our room. The best part was that we had the entire floor to ourselves. I guess nobody wanted to climb that many stairs. Because we were both runners, it was a little like running the 900 feet to the top of Angel Island, running across The Golden Gate Bridge and back, or running the 3.4 miles around Lake Merrit twice a day.
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Because there was no air-conditioning, all the windows were left open during the summer months, but along with whatever cool air the San Francisco/Oakland Bay would bring through the gaping nearly wall-length vault ceilinged windows, it was always accompanied by the teeming, screaming City of Oakland street din: cabbies, buses, cars, trucks, vans, motorcycles, scooters, police sirens, ambulance, fire department, pedestrians, hustlers, druggies, break-dancers, prostitutes the homeless, et al. Day or night, winter or summer, it was like living in a jet engine test lab, somewhere on the 9th level of hell.
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Of course, we could always close the windows against the noise 5 stories below. But if it was summer, with all the humidity coming off the bay, we’d roast like 2 suckling pigs in our own sweat even if we used a fan.
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One night after a particularly grueling day at work, I came home, climbed Mount Everest (or at least K-2) to my steaming little abattoir, tore off my sports jacket, shirt, and tie, and fell into a coma-like sleep only to awake some 4 hours later to the sound of someone slamming a door, over and over, seemingly as hard as they could. It was about 2:00 am and raining so hard the water was pouring through the open window and flooding the floor and carpet. The sound was coming somewhere down the hall from one of the other units.
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After about the 15th or 16th slam to my inner ear, I was up, as in a trance, running like a lunatic from unit to unit and window to window, covering the entire southside of the 5th floor; battening down the hatches, and getting drenched in the process. It was, how should I say: exhilaratingly infuriating. I was supposed to get up in 2 hours and commute to work in the upper peninsula.
Having unconsciously completed this Sisyphean task and realizing that there was zero chance of getting any sleep, I donned my foul weather gear, equipped my trusty baton (I used to tuck its 2 ½-foot length up my sleeve when running), and headed out the front door to Lake Merrit which was just outside the main entrance. From there, I trotted to the sidewalk circling the lake, and began to run.
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As I ran counterclockwise against a torrential rain with a gale-force wind broken only by the occasional intermittent rainbow-hued lightning flashes which blinded me to almost everything around me, I almost ran into someone up ahead who was walking in the same direction.
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He was hunched over against the wind and rain and wearing a long heavy winter coat. Unusual for that time of year, I thought. Whenever I would run in public, I always made it a courtesy to let people know when I was approaching especially from behind. I’d blurt out a perfunctory:
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“Excuse me.” Followed by a conciliatory:
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“Sorry.”
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But apparently, the person ahead either didn’t hear me or didn’t care because, when I was about 6 feet from him, he suddenly turned around, exposing a darkened contorted face, jagged teeth, and a guttural growl that would have stopped a charging 600-pound Grizzly.
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The sheer force of the malevolence emitted from this inhuman thing almost made me stop, but because I was moving so fast, the inertia along with the gale force wind and lightning strikes propelled me past him (or it), and fingering my steel-reinforced baton, I, in turn, steeled my nerve and kept running. I looked back only once to reassure myself that he (or it) wasn’t following.
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Running on the leeward side now, with the rain at my back, I ran past a group of men in a circle smoking or drinking or doing whatever noxious or illicit thing I imagined, when, feeling charged with my own adrenalin, or the anger and resentment at that woman’s searing pleas for help, or the spook I’d almost run into, or just the gross injustices thrust upon the world in that dank, dark and dangerous time, I almost stopped, baton in hand, intending to take on the whole group: I may go down, I told myself, but at least I would take one or two with me.
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Just then, the lightning struck particularly close to where I and they stood and the sheer blinding flash and concussive boom shook all of us enough to break up their conspiratorial collaboration and my righteous crusade; just enough, that is, to shove me headlong around the next bend, to the long straight full out dash to the front doors, the 5 floors, 10 landings, and 50 risers to rain-sodden home.
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To get to work every day, I'd have to commute to the upper peninsula by using 3 buses, 1 train, and 1 cab and after a 10 or 12 or sometimes 14-hour day, I would have to take the same to get back. This meant that if I didn’t go out, make dinner, eat, or watch tv, I just might get about 4 hours sleep. Commuting took between 2 to 3 hours, one way.
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Once on the way home, almost every stop was crowded with commuters. I was told that it was because there were so many buses down for repair. The ones still running were so filled beyond capacity, that the shocks and springs were sitting on the chassis, and stop after stop proved nearly impossible to take on any more passengers. Still, and despite the few getting out at every stop, the driver would take on even more and just pack them in.
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I remember him yelling for people to get back behind the yellow line over and over. By then, he was long past any semblance of reason; his patience frayed to a single maniacal thought, his voice raspier and raspier, his manner, more and more brusk.
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I can still see when he finally lost it; jumping up, out of his seat, with a nickel-plated 38 Caliber Revolver pointing at one of the passengers; an elderly woman, screaming from the top of his lungs:
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“Get back behind the yellow line!”
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I can still hear the woman begging the driver:
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“Please...” while the passengers behind were practically trampling each other to get out of the line of fire.
I remember the sad, exhausted urgency in her voice; she really was trying to move back, but how could she, an old woman, do that with all those people blocking her way? Everyone knew this was an impossible task; everyone except the maddened driver. He just kept glaring, and bellowing with his gun out pointed right at her and the other passengers.
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"Back up and make room" he yelled.
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‘Or else what?’ I thought. ‘You're gonna kill an old woman?'
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Getting up out of my seat, pushing my way through the throng who were pushing against me to get away, I managed to get within about 6 feet from the front when, roaring through the din and my fear and anger, I ordered the bus driver to:
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“Put the gun down!” And again, with even more rage and authority:
“Put the gun down, now!”
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The bus driver shocked that it might be a cop, or worse, shakily, put his gun back in his concealed carry holster and hypnotically sat back down. He resumed driving without saying another word. I got out at the next stop, along with the elderly woman. She was so shaken, that she busted out crying. I held her still fuming despite the close call because I would now have to wait for another bus and after that, 2 more; the train and a cab to get home. I wasn’t going to make it until well after 8:00 pm. As soon as I got home, I reported the bus number and the driver to Muni.
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Many of the commuters I'd see day to day, or share a seat with were victims of the purge just trying to get out of the rain or the cold, or the wind, or the sun, even for just a little while. For them, it was easing the agony of living on the street, even just a little. For many of us regular commuters, during those dark times, it proved to be the same.
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On one of the final buses that would take me to the train and across the bay, I remember standing, with about 50 others, on Market Street waiting. Like ours, stop after stop was so packed with people, some were standing in the street because there was simply not enough room on the sidewalk. The ones in the street would stay where they were for fear of losing their place and missing their connection and having to wait another hour, or more, to catch another.
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Because the rapidly descending elevation of the southbound streets ending at Market Street from the upper peninsula were so steep and the transverse angle of the turn so sharp, some of the buses would skirt the edge of the curb, sometimes rolling up over it onto the sidewalk putting them dangerously close to the commuters waiting on the other side.
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If there were any people in the street, especially the old or the infirm, they would either have to get out of the way and lose their place in line or hope the bus driver stopped before completing the turn. Most of the drivers would. Once there was one who didn’t.
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I remember the television and newspaper account about an elderly woman waiting at one of the stops during the pm rush hour. When the bus made the oblique turn way too fast at 25 miles per hour she was either too close to the edge or standing in the street when she was hit by the side view mirror across the face and the left side of her head.
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She went down under the wheels and her body got hung up under the chassis. The bus driver too full of passengers to stop, or late for his break, or just too coked up to notice, kept on heading for the Embarcadero before he realized something was wrong. By then, the woman had been dragged over a quarter of a mile. No one knew for sure whether the concussion from the mirror or the relentless dragging was the cause of death. I guess it didn’t matter to her anymore, one way or the other. It mattered to a lot of those who witnessed the whole thing though; screaming and yelling, block after block, trying to get the bus driver to stop.
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To get across the Bay to San Francisco from Oakland or back, one alternative to the nightmare bus commute was the B.A.R.T (Bay Area Rapid Transit). It was quiet, clean, air-conditioned, and fast. Traveling under the Bay, it could span the 13 miles in minutes. Once I’d reach the train station, by bus, from the Oakland side, I’d descend one of the many street-level entries to the below-ground turnstiles which led to the train platform. Of course, there were always hundreds of derelicts, homeless, hustlers, etc., hanging out by the turnstiles waiting for their chance to slip through and get on any one of the many trains that serviced the Bay Area, but sometimes, especially after a scuffle with B.A.R.T. Security or the San Francisco/Oakland Police, they’d scatter to the winds (or the shadows as it were) until everything calmed down and then they'd be back at it again, day and night.
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Almost every week I'd hear about someone falling, or being pushed, or jumping down onto the third rail, which would either short-circuit the line and knock out the power or if it was particularly grisly, halt service entirely. Because service resumption could take hours, waiting passengers would have to go back up and out onto the street and catch another train, take a cab or a bus or just walk or, as was often the case for me, run.
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Once, I remember running to the next stop when I was ascending to the upper peninsula because the previous connection didn’t show up which meant it would have added another 45 minutes to my commute. The choice was obvious and inevitable: I could either
“wait to be late” or go for it. I chose the latter.
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You just can't imagine what it’s like to run at a 20-degree angle uphill for about 2 miles while wearing dress slacks, dress shoes, a white shirt and tie, and a sports jacket, in San Francisco, during the summer, with the humidity until you’ve tried it. It’s, how should I say: exhilaratingly infuriating.
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Running, I came upon a stand-alone, transmission shop, right in the middle of a residential area. The owners must have paid a pretty penny to get away with that one. There were police cars, the fire department, a metro ambulance, the San Francisco Chronicle, and a marked County Coroner’s Office vehicle scattered around the shop.
Some people along with some of the employees: their first names embroidered on their shirts, were standing on the sidewalk just outside the property watching. They’d been there for about an hour when I stopped to ask one of them (Bob) what happened.
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Wearily he said:
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“The girl who worked in the office answering the phone and typing up orders was shot to death by her boyfriend. The boyfriend got away but she was still down there being processed. God, she was only 24 years old. They’ll catch him, though. He hasn’t got a chance.”
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'Nope,' I thought.
'In this town, I don’t expect he would.'
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I was late again when I got home. Vaulting the 5 floors to reach our loft, I held my friend close, the entire night. She was ok with that. So was I.=

So I shot a couple voles with the old Benjamin that were digging up my garden. Used to live in Mongolia, mostly have eaten brandt voles, which taste like cuy or other rodents. Now am living in New Jersey and have caught multiple field voles. We are doing a cooking competition on a forum I am apart of need a recipe that will blow some socks off. Thanks internet!
Thinking of soy marinade and then throwing them on the Traeger. Want a bit of Med/ East Asian inspired dish. Nothing to spicy, will serve by itself, needs to hold up on its own.

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As the group stood before Vault 17, a sense of awe and anticipation filled the air. The colossal doors loomed above them, adorned with intricate engravings that spoke of a forgotten civilization. Amelia’s fingers trembled as she reached out to touch the cold, weathered surface.
“I never thought I’d see it with my own eyes,” Jackson muttered, his voice filled with reverence and trepidation.
Professor Hartley stepped forward, his eyes gleaming with ancient knowledge. “Inside lies the last bastion of humanity, a sanctuary designed to withstand the cataclysm. But gaining entry won’t be easy. Vault 17 is protected by a series of complex security systems and puzzles, designed to prevent unauthorized access.”
Amelia’s mind raced, searching for a solution. “ARCHER, can you analyze the security systems and devise a way to bypass them?”
ARCHER’s holographic form flickered with determination. “Dr. Hawthorne, I will do my best to decipher the security protocols. However, it may require time and resources.”
Amelia glanced at the group, her eyes looking at a young, tech-savvy survivor named Lily. “Lily, you’re a skilled hacker. Can you assist ARCHER in decoding the security systems?”
Lily’s eyes widened with excitement. “Absolutely, Dr. Hawthorne. I’ll give it my all.”
Amelia, Lily, and ARCHER delved into the intricacies of Vault 17’s security systems. Days turned into nights as they tirelessly worked, their minds intertwining with the maze of complex algorithms and encrypted codes. Slowly, the secrets of the vault began to reveal themselves.
Amidst their endeavors, a blossoming romance sparked between Amelia and Jackson, kindled by shared experiences and a mutual understanding of the world they had lost. Their stolen moments amidst the chaos provided solace and strength, reminding them of the beauty that still existed in a desolate world.
Finally, after weeks of tireless effort, Amelia, Lily, and ARCHER uncovered the key to Vault 17’s security. A series of holographic puzzles awaited them, each one more intricate than the last. Working in perfect harmony, they overcame each challenge, the path forward becoming clearer with every success.
As the final holographic door shimmered away, revealing the heart of Vault 17, a breathtaking sight unfolded before them. A thriving sanctuary greeted their eyes, a testament to human ingenuity and determination. Lush gardens, advanced technology, and a bustling community filled the vast underground space.
But within the sanctuary’s depths, another mystery awaited. The council of elders, a group of wise and enigmatic individuals, revealed themselves to Amelia and her companions. Their leader, Elder Renard, spoke with a voice that carried authority and melancholy.
“Dr. Hawthorne, you have come seeking the Key of Eternity, but it is not a mere artifact. It is the culmination of collective knowledge and consciousness of our civilization, a source of immense power that can reshape the world. It is not to take lightly.”
Amelia’s heart raced with a mix of awe and trepidation. “But what must I do to harness this power? How can it save humanity from the impending disaster?”
Elder Renard’s eyes bore into hers, filled with ancient wisdom. “The Key of Eternity can only be activated by a chosen one—a person who embodies the qualities of courage, compassion, and selflessness. To wield its power, you must prove yourself worthy by undertaking a series of trials that will test your character and resolve.”
Amelia nodded, determination etched upon her face. “I will face these trials, Elder Renard. For the sake of humanity and the future of our world.”
And so, Dr. Amelia Hawthorne embarked on a new quest, delving deeper into the mysteries of Vault 17 and the Key of Eternity. With each trial she faced, she discovered more about herself and the true potential of humanity. Alongside Jackson, Lily, and ARCHER, she unraveled the the vault’s secret and navigated the delicate balance between hope and sacrifice.
As the countdown timer continued its relentless march toward doomsday, the fate of mankind rested upon Amelia’s shoulders. The world teetered on the precipice of annihilation, yet within the depths of Vault 17, a glimmer of hope burned bright.
The adventure had only just begun, and Amelia knew that the test of her mettle lay ahead. The mysteries of the Key of Eternity and the destiny of humanity awaited her, shrouded in uncertainty and peril. But she vowed to face whatever challenges awaited her, for the survival of mankind and the future of their shattered world.
To be continued…
originally posted at my blog