The Future is Officially Canceled.
Dee had read articles like this before. He couldn’t remember if the future had ever been officially canceled. But it had been canceled. Unofficially, perhaps. Hence the need to do it officially.
He skimmed the first few paragraphs …the slow cancellation of the future… …pop culture is eating itself… …imitators are imitating an imitation… The ‘slow cancellation’ theory was first flung around in the early twenty first century, on the hypothesis that if you played 1970s music to someone in the 1950s, it would blow their freaking mind. And if you played music from the 1990s to someone in the 1970s, their mind would be equally blown. But if you played music from the ‘10s to someone in the 1990s it wouldn’t be that much of a stretch. In fact, that person may even think they had heard some of it before. The same thing with music from the ‘30s to someone in the ‘10s or music from now to someone in the ‘30s. That person might conceivably think they were even listening to music from a previous decade. Pop culture had referenced itself so many times over, it was now just a copy of a copy of a copy. Degrading every time.
Dee looked down at the article's credit, Dennis Bagley, Editorial AI Operator. He knew it, AI. No wonder it read so familiar. He looked up at the various awards on his top shelf. Dee knew he was different. Better. His AI operating skills were the thing of accolades. The thing of applause. Just last week he and his AI processor picked up Gold in Effectology for their Just Poo It campaign for Charmin. And Silver in Originology for their The Ketchup In The Rye commercial for Pepsi-Heinz, about a young guy who gets kicked out of school and stays out all night trying to find a bottle of ketchup. He looked down at his processor and beamed. Its glowing red light beamed back at him.
They didn’t just stumble into that kind of effectiveness. Campaigns didn’t even get greenlit unless they scored ninety or above on the Effectology meter. He and his AI were usually hitting ninety twos or ninety threes, even a ninety five for Here’s To The Lazy Ones for Caspar mattresses. That campaign killed.
But Dee held himself to that higher calling, Originology. The metrics of original ideas. Sure, the AI did most of the work but Dee was able to tweak his processor to go way beyond the requisite twenty five percent Originology score. Together they were nailing figures in the forties, sometimes even peaking into the fifties. Scores that were head and shoulders above the rest of the department.
That’s how he could afford the sweet ‘18 Jordans Reissues on his feet. He curled his luxe Loewe headphone cable through his fingers and wrapped it around his neck like a scarf. He scoffed at a time when people didn’t think they needed a headphone cable. And imagined having nothing to twirl while listening to reinterpreted rock, nothing to wind around his fingers while he fed the processor. How many headphones must have been lost forever, just because they weren’t plugged in? Like everything else in pop culture, what went around came around, and, relatively recently, headphone cables had come back hard as the status symbol. Today, you didn’t just have to have a cable to be considered cool, you had to have the cable. It had to be thick as a rope, plated with rare metals, and covered in a fancy leather sheath from a chic brand like Gucci or Loewe.
Dee beamed as he thought of all the cool historical cultural knowledge he had amassed. Not just advertising history like the dweebs in the cubicles around him, but film history, fashion history, art history, music history. If it happened in culture, he knew about it. And he used it. That’s how he scored so high on the Originology meter. It made him feel almost like a real writer. Though he would never say that out loud. He imagined being like the old timers, upstairs. The un.ai.ded human writers, that clients would pay a serious premium for. Then he wouldn’t have to work on ketchup and toilet roll. He could have a crack at the big dogs, like Googlesoft, United American Airlines or DoritosLocosTacoBell. For now though, he’d have to stick with clients more becoming of his position. This morning’s task was to create a campaign for Pepsi-Crest. A toothpaste. Not super interesting. But he knew how to spice it up. Instead of letting his AI go back through decades of toothpaste ads just to pump out tired old crap like the It Cleans Your Face While it Cleans Your Teeth campaign that Mike Bey pitched last week, Dee mixed in a little fast food inspo from one of his favorite eras and found himself at the highly original and equally effective Where’s the Teeth? campaign. He was stunned by his own brilliance. He patted his processor and imagined it congratulating him back, then he programmed it to write an epic fifteen second anthem film and a suite of six second pre-roll spots, then sent it off to the CG department to render in time to air that night. Dee’s colleagues often asked him how he and his processor were so good at what they did. How their campaigns always scored so highly in both Effectology and Originology. They all used the same machine learning. It’s what the agency sold itself on. Never wanting to sound aloof; even though he was, or like he was tooting his own horn; even though he often did, he would merely say, “I like to pepper a bit of non advertising data in there. A little hint of me.” It was enough to provoke gasps and even make his colleagues take a step back or two, they had all been programmed to do just one task, feed the machine with advertising data. They couldn’t fathom diverging. “The AI should be enough,” was the general understanding. “The machine has better knowledge of advertising history than we do,” and “knows the ins and outs of Effectology better than we ever could.” It’s even been “scientifically programmed to exceed all expectation of Originology.” Dee couldn’t be swayed by any of the standard reactions. He would just smile, and casually amble off. Knowing full well he was beating the machine. He was a rebel in his own right. That afternoon, his section boss leaned over his cubicle. “Hullo Tara.” “Keep it formal please, colleague,” she scolded, “call me Antino. What do you look so ruddy chuffed about anyway?” “I just came up with a brilliant campaign for a very dull toothpaste. You’ll see it on The Comedy Central Reruns Channel tonight.” “Yes, well, an upstairs project is running behind and they’re calling on us down here to pull together some inspo decks, help jostle something loose in those tired old brains.” “Wouldn’t that make them not human-made? What are their clients paying all that money for?” “Loopholes, colleague, loopholes. As long as one of them humans writes the final line, it doesn’t matter how much AI they used to get there. “ “I could do that. I could do better than that. Did I tell you about my toothpaste campaign?” “Yes you did. Twice now. Must be good.” “It is.” “Well, here’s your chance for a peek into the real writer life. I’m deprioritizing your regular workload and prioritizing this inspo creation.” “Yeahhh!” Dee punched the air and freeze framed like he saw in an old movie. “The brief is for Fiat Maserati Jeep Dodge RAM. It’s a car. The Fiat Maserati Jeep Dodge RAM Unica. Like a fancy off-roader, you know what I mean? They wanna sell it to people in cities who don’t drive. More of a status symbol, you know what I mean? Like park it in front of your house so people will know you could go off-roading if you wanted to. Audience archetype is Moms. You getting this?” Dee finally broke his freeze frame but his mind was already whirring. “Yeah, I got it.” “Alright then. Bon chance.” Dee jumped into action, flipped up his AI processor’s screen and started cross referencing old Land Rover ads with The Rock movies, some Nora Ephron classics, Michelle Rodriguez’s character from all twenty eight Fast & Furious movies; even the fully CGI’d ones, the scene from Mrs Doubtfire when she’s playing the broomstick like a guitar, some Bikini Kill records, a memory of his own Mom making him wait in the car while she went shopping at Bergdorfs, a bunch of cool off-roading stuff from Top Gear and a painting of a car he’d always loved by Robert Bechtle. The machine spat out fifteen possible campaign inspo starters and Dee ran-walked them to the inspo courier in the office atrium. Before the day ended, a synthetic orchestra sounded through the building, \Pah pahhh, pah pa pah pa pah pahhh** and the employees were called into the atrium. Office meeting. As Dee strolled in, he caught the rare sight of the last few human copywriters lined up around the balcony above them. They applauded the downstairs employees, theatrically, motioning with their claps as they walked in and took seats, stood awkwardly or otherwise congregated.
There was a dramatic hush before one of the last true human copywriters finally spoke. “Great inspo. Thanks.” Wow. Each word, each letter, worth its weight in gold. That's probably why they used so few, thought Dee. “Yeah, really really good stuff.” Said another. “AI did this?” Said a third as she held the sheets of inspo out. “Some of the best inspo I’ve ever seen in all of my career.” Coughed the oldest and most regal sounding.
Dee squinted and peered up at them. Was that his inspo deck they were flashing around? Was this whole elaborate ceremony all to celebrate his AI operating? He didn’t know whether to be chuffed or anxious. Did they know he was cheating the system? Did they care? These are some of the last true human copywriters in history. They have, and are encouraged to have, the unique thought. Their work isn’t judged on how similar-without-being-exactly-the-same it is to existing campaigns. It’s judged on how different, how breakthrough, how stand out it is.
“It was me!” Dee blurted out. Quite uncharacteristically. He was usually so cool with the compliments. So coy with the recognition. His whole angle required it.
The other AI operators standing around him took their requisite step back, though this time it was less in awe, more in disgust. The air in the room stiffened. AI had ruled his department, and most of the industry, for so long that people didn’t speak up anymore. They just quietly fed the machine. And the machine took all the glory. Dee felt instant ostracism from the colleagues he had worked alongside for most of his career. He immediately questioned his outburst and retracted his ownership claim, knowing that his inspo deck would have been one of many.
“Some of it, at least. My AI, I mean. Processor.” He said. Sheepish this time. Back in his place.
The last few human copywriters smiled, nodded, bowed, gave final congratulations to all from high up on their balcony and then shuffled away in single file. All but one, Sir Coughing-Most-Regal. He slowly made his way down the grand staircase, into the atrium. A man leaving behind his usual pomp and circumstance, bringing his rare ability of unique thought into a crowd of imitation suppliers. As he reached the bottom step, he lost all of his royal air and seemed suddenly so vulnerable, walking among the regular folk. Most of Dee’s colleagues had already left, gone back to their metal masters, but Dee stayed. He knew this old man was coming to see him. He thought he might be in for a dressing down but he hoped it would be the opposite. He manifested that this titan of singular thought, the rare, unique idea, was coming to congratulate him.
“Freedkin.” The old man shoved out his hand. “Pleasure.” Dee shook it. “You say you programmed this inspo deck, yes?” He flapped the pages around. “Yes.” “Ruddy good work, let me tell you.” “Thank you.” “In all my years, since this artificial thinking thing came in, I’ve never read anything so good. Inspired me all over. I’ve been positively bursting with ideas since.” “Thank… you.” “AI wrote this you say?” “Yes.” “Ruddy good for AI. Never read anything so ruddy good. And you processed it?” “Yes.” “What’s your name son?” “Dee.” “Dee what?” “Palmer.” “Pleasure to meet you, Palmer. How much did you… influence it, the AI?” “How do you mean, sir?” “Call me Freedkin.” “How do you mean, Freedkin?” “I mean… how much of it is yours and how much is the machine’s?” Dee didn’t answer. He was looking for the angle. This old man surely didn’t value what AI does. He’s one of the last bastions of actual human creation. What was he getting at? Freedkin reoriented his question. “Mostly the machine or mostly you?” Dee thought he might have a kindred spirit here, in front of him, for the first time. He was going to take a risk. Recognizing a willingness to open up, Freedkin leaned in and spoke quietly. “Did you write this inspo or did the machine?” “I wrote it.” Dee postured. “All.” “Thought so. Good job. Our secret.” Freedkin winked. “Jolly good.” The next day, as he fed his AI little snippets of unexpected data, Dee noticed a hush come over his floor. The usual keyboard click, clack and grumble of inter-colleague banter were dead silent. All that was left was the processors’ harmonic hum. He lifted himself from his expensive ergonomic office chair and peered over his cubicle wall, spying across the sea of operators that made up the AI.ded Creativity department. A hunched figure at the opposite end of the bullpen sauntered from operator to operator, swilling a cup of coffee, looking in at each workstation. Giving a “hello” here, a nod there, even the odd salute. It was Freedkin. A real writer. Down here with the machine feeders. The other operators seemed afraid to go near him. Worried they might infect him with their inability. Dee had never seen a real writer in the operators’ bullpen. Freedkin, already old by industry standards, looked positively ancient in these surroundings. A sepia photograph in a technicolor world. Dee watched him, wondering if he should call out. He felt bound by social etiquette to not foist another outburst onto his peers. So he just watched, for a number of minutes, until Freedkin was close enough that his old eyes could make out Dee’s visage.
“Palmer!” Bingo. The two sat in Dee’s cubicle. Freedkin in the expensive office chair, as was fitting, and Dee on the wooden footstool. “For a short time we all worked from home. At the start of my career. For a short time.” “Everyone?” “Most. Not everyone, I suppose. But it was the thing to do. Was deemed more productive. Until it wasn’t. Then when this thing became the norm,” he tapped on Dee’s tiny AI processor, its red light glowed, “there was a sort of an office renaissance. I remember the bigwigs back then didn’t really want us using AI for ideas. Like it was giving in to the machine. We slowly got called back to the agency so they could keep an eye on our output. Keep it human, I suppose. That’s when the separation happened. In the end, the agency had to start using artificial thinking to keep up with demand. What are you lot churning out these days? Three campaigns a day? Four? We used to get a whole week to come up with one idea. After a while, of course, it got squeezed down to a couple of days. To the point where we needed the machine to keep up. Not long after, the bigwigs realized they could actually charge more off of the ‘human’ written stuff. Anyway, enough of the history lesson, what.” “It’s very interesting.” “Yes well, what I really came down here for,” Freedkin paused and looked around, “was some of that… good… inspo.” “I hear ya.” Dee poised his fingers over his keyboard and looked into the air like he was about to write something un.ai.ded, cocksure in his posture. “What’s this one about then?” “Watches. For Googlesoft. ‘Time,’ I was thinking, means so much, yet so little. Where does it all go? You know? How do we make more of it? Watches are time machines. See?” Dee’s posture sank. He thought of all that, by himself? No machine? He suddenly felt very ineffective. Unoriginal. He saw only the red glow from his little AI processor, staring back at him. Taking all the credit. He imagined it laughing with his colleagues in a bar while he sat at the other end of the table, ignored. He imagined it accepting awards by itself. He felt weak. He felt useless without it. It just glowed. “It kind of flows better… when I’m alone.” Dee nervously mumbled. “Right. Don’t say another word. Right you are. ‘Time.’ Remember. Where does it all go? Ok, I go. Ta-ta for now.
Dee looked down at his processor, apologetically. He quietly admonished himself before it until he felt forgiven. Then he typed in a weak initial prompt, all he could muster, write an advertising campaign about time.
The AI spat back a perfectly crafted campaign idea, line and film execution almost faster than Dee hit enter. The Best Things Come To Bros Who Wait. Dee immediately recognized it as a Guinness Surfers imitation. Tick followed tock followed tick followed tock. Its Effectology score clocked in well into the nineties. But its Originology score barely scraped by, just making it into ‘passable.’ Dee silently sneered at his surrounding coworkers. Any one of them would submit this as is and call it a day. It’d be rendered in minutes, deals made with celebrities’ CG likenesses under the hour, a revered AI voiceover and stunning synthetic music that would leave audiences lining up for these passively useful timepieces. But that wasn’t enough for Dee. That’s why he was who he was, goddamnit. Why Freedkin came to him. Him! Not Buton or Deytoro or Heckering. Him!
He added more detail to his prompt. Meaning of time. How to get time back. Time Machine. Back in time. Michael J Fox. Einstein (dog). Time Bandits. Timecop. Van Damme. Kyle Reece. Time displacement. Uhhh huhhh this felt good again. This was working. Dee and his processor were back in sync. As though they were one. Of course, as far as Freedkin knew, they were one. As Dee typed away, he imagined him and his AI coming together. Two heads. Better than one. He lost himself in his prompting and pictured his processor sitting on his shoulder, a second head, right there, next to his own. A tiny, metal appendage. Sleek, gray, with its glowing red light. And, for some reason, it was growing a little mustache. Dee and the mustached machine were completely lost in their work over the next few days. They hardly wrote any of their own campaigns. It was all inspo, inspo, inspo for Freedkin. The good stuff though, Viking Space Cruises, 1900 Tequila, Acne Studios. Each time, Dee and his processor were pretty much writing the entire thing. Freedkin hardly needed to change them at all. Just put his old world tone all over it. Add all of his extra words and ‘personality.’ Dee’s two heads were coming up with the best campaigns in the agency. And no one knew it. Except Freedkin. By now, his second head felt almost as big as his first. He could see it in his periphery. When he looked to the left, it looked back at him. It smiled sometimes. And that little freaking mustache was starting to freak Dee out. That night, Freedkin invited Dee for a couple of drinks with the other real human writers at the fanciest DoritosLocosTacoBell on the Westside. They didn’t even have to wait in line. Dee marveled at the size of the place, the expansiveness. It was packed. They were led through by the greeter to a private table at the back with a leather rope around it. He sat on the edge of the booth as the others ordered various flavors of Gatorade-aritas. When it got to Dee, he said he would have the same as Freedkin, which turned out to be a Frost Glacier Cherry-arita, the classiest -arita of all.
The writers’ conversation was mesmerizing. Every word that came out of their mouths was a unique thought. An opinion. A point of view. Dee tried to join in by recounting the narrative of various movies he had seen. The more obscure the better, attempting to interact at their level. While telling the story of Mick Jackson’s Threads to Bigelo, he could feel her searching for a point of view or an opinion in what he was saying, but he couldn’t stir one. If only he had his processor right now. Its red light glowed comfortingly in his mind. He missed it. Slowly, the other writers left. Dee couldn’t help but think he had something to do with it. He was feeling so inadequate by the time everyone but Freedkin had gone that he just sat quietly and half-smiled at him. Both of them were five or six Gatorade-aritas deep, slumped in their private booth. “Do you like what you do?” Asked Freedkin. “I love it.” “Do you really?” “I don’t know.” “I hate what I do. But I’m good at it. Do you want to know the secret, Palmer? The secret to what we do?” Dee couldn’t do anything but smile a little bigger to communicate his response. Freedkin paused for dramatic effect. “If you love advertising, you shouldn’t work in advertising.” Did Dee love advertising? He didn’t even know. He knew he knew advertising. “You think your audience loves advertising? You think they want to see your tribute to that Googlesoft spot that was an imitation of an Apple spot that was inspired by a Brett Morgen film? No! They just want to see the Brett Morgen film! They don’t want to see your thing at all!” Dee slumped further down. “But if you’re lucky,” Freedkin continued, “if you’re really lucky, and you show them something they’ve never seen before, because you hate advertising too and you just wanted to make something that made you feel something, if they feel that same feeling, you’ve got gold. But you can only get to gold by summoning all of your experiences outside of advertising. You can’t just try to make the Nike of pimple commercials. You have to make the Palmer of pimple commercials. Do you see? That’s the problem with your AI. Your machine.”
The red light flashed again in Dee’s mind. Awakened by Freedkin’s heresy.
“The best AI will ever do is just show you a better version of something you’ve seen before. They call that effective? The numbers can say whatever they want them to, all they’re really doing is pasting wallpaper on top of wallpaper on top of wallpaper. Until eventually the audience ignores it completely. But you’re different Palmer. You and I are different. Different is what sells. I had a word with Simmons up on six. She’s agreed to give you a trial period on the human floor. At my behest. Don’t worry, I didn’t tell her you were already thinking for yourself. I just told her you had the potential to. You start tomorrow. Trial period. Tonight was about the other humans meeting you. I can’t tell you that they’re not skeptical. But they’re open to it. For me. What do you think?” Dee was nervous. He got off the elevator at the operators’ bullpen without even thinking about it. He walked all the way to the atrium and up the grand staircase to the human writers’ floor, instead of getting back on the elevator. He took each step steadily, taking it all in. He felt like a tourist. Like he was borrowing an identity. He imagined he was a young Freedkin and tried to put a confident stride in his step. It didn’t work. He put his hand in his pocket and felt for his AI processor. His second head. Mustached. He couldn’t turn it on because, as everyone knew, AI wasn’t allowed upstairs, in case the agency got audited. The cost consultants would be all over a human writing department that used artificial ideation. They’d be shut down. At the very least, they would lose their Un.AI.ded AI.dvertising license. The only reason for charging such a premium. Dee ran his hand along the balcony rail. He’d only ever seen it from downstairs, from the non-human thinkers’ floor. He walked from the balcony to the human writer’s work area. It was the exact opposite of what he was used to. No sea of cubicles. No click clack. No mechanized productivity. No hum. Just couches, writing desks and quiet.
“Morning.” Whistled Freedkin. “How are we?” “We?” “You.” “Wish I hadn’t drunk so much.” “Ohh, I know. Think of it as an initiation. Nothing wrong with it. Takes your mind off the job. Stops you from thinking for a minute. You need that after everything you’ve been pumping out. All that gold, that is.” “Right.” “Right. Well. Set yourself up wherever you like. First brief is for Coca-Cola. A new water! The freshest water they’ve ever sold, so they say. Tap Clear” Dee wandered over to a small writing desk and put his touchscreen down. He unraveled his headphone cable and felt for his processor in his pocket. When he found it, he rubbed it like a lamp, wishing for a genie. A couple of human writers who’d been deep in concentration when he first walked in, had been disturbed by his arrival. He didn’t recognize them from last night. They glared at him as he set himself up. He smiled in their general direction. They continued to glare. “Big Jim.” Whispered Freedkin. “Him and his team have been here three days straight, on a pitch. Don’t worry about them. They’re just under tremendous stress. This human work really takes it out of you, you know? ” Dee turned and sat with his back to them. He powered up his touchscreen and put his headphones on, draping his Loewe headphone cable around his neck and shoulders. He hovered his fingers over his keyboard, expecting ideas to come. Nothing. He skimmed the brief. Still nothing. He read the brief. Not a thing. A few of the other writers strolled in. Dee watched them find a workspace, sit down, start writing. One of them even used a pen! Dee loved this whole lifestyle. Turn up for work whenever, spout genius, have lunch, sell some billion dollar ideas, have a cocktail. The thought of it all spurred him on. He hovered his fingers over his keyboard again and braced himself for the idea flow. Nothing came. Nothing. All morning. His mind was blank. It felt like it was getting blanker. He couldn’t believe it. Even half thoughts were swimming away from him. Impossible to catch. Even just individual words. Gone. By the afternoon Dee was starting to freak out. He felt like an imposter. “Freedkin,” he hissed, “I can’t think. I can’t come up with anything.” “It takes time, my boy. Days. I told you, before we used to even have weeks…” “But my brain’s not working at all. It won’t… generate… anything.” “Relax your brain. Relax yourself.” “But Freedkin… Freedkin,” he hissed again, “I didn’t write any of that stuff. It was AI. All of it. No… I mean… I helped… but it wasn’t all me.” “Ok… hold on… boy… be careful. That kind of talk will get you killed around here. Try and make it to the end of the day. Try just writing some things down. Some thoughts. Some words. And if you still feel the same tomorrow, I’ll let the brass know it wasn’t for you. No harm.” Dee’s eyes hardened. “Do you hear me, Palmer?” Dee rubbed his temples. “Listen, this affects both of us. Yes, you, but also me… for recommending you. I’ll be out… Think!” Freedkin distanced himself. Hoping it would quell the panic. Dee stared at nothing for as long as he could. An hour, at most. Just stared. No thoughts came. No words. A blank screen. So he slipped his hand in his pocket, held his AI processor warmly, and turned it on. Instantly, an alarm sounded. “What's going on here, Freedkin?” Skewered Big Jim. “Is this your kid? What’s the big idea? Is he working for the machines? What is he…trying to infiltrate us? I can’t have this. I’ve got a family. I can’t be out of a job.” “It’s just a misunderstanding, Jim. He’ll be leaving now.” “No he won’t. Get back here, kid.” Big Jim grabbed at Dee’s shirt. Dee squirmed and tried to push him away. Big Jim got a hand on his neck instead, as some of the other writers tried to grab his arms. Dee instinctively swung his fists around. He got one of the writers, Bigelo, square in the eye. She roared “He’s blinded me!” Big Jim picked him up by his neck. Dee choked. He grabbed his touchscreen and swung it. The edge caught Big Jim on the side of the head. Big Jim dropped him and screamed. Freedkin put a hand on Big Jim’s shoulder. Big Jim swung his fist around and slammed it into Freedkin’s nose. Dee tried to slip away but Big Jim, raging, grabbed his headphone cable and dragged him back, winding the cable around his neck to try and hold on to him with it. The other writers stepped back as Dee kicked around in a panic. He got one of the writers in the stomach and another in the back. The headphone cable slipped out of Big Jim’s hands. Dee reached out for anything he could grab onto. He found a desk leg and pulled himself away from the melee as the gang of writers got him by his feet. They pulled off his Jordans and he crawled away as fast as he could, out of the writers’ area and onto the balcony. The writers caught up with him. He swung the few punches he could muster. He cracked one writer on the cheekbone as another reached for his headphone cable, wrapping it around the balcony rail to stop him from getting even further away. Big Jim steamed in, bleeding from his head, and slammed into Dee, launching him into the air with his sheer force. Dee reached for the rail but it slipped under him as he toppled over into the open atrium, between the floors. He felt a snap as the headphone cable went taut around his neck. A colleague standing in the atrium shrieked. Dee kicked his legs and wriggled about, trying to slip out. He clawed his hands around the cable and tried to loosen it but it just got tighter and tighter. He looked up to see the human writers peering down. Not helping. He could feel his consciousness slipping away. He looked to his left to see his second head staring straight back at him. As he hung, he could feel the metal head growing, exponentially, until it popped off, hit the ground and shattered. Shiny gray liquid metal spilled all over the floor and splashed up the walls. Its red light glowing all over as the metal spread around the room. Once it had flooded the entire atrium it enveloped Dee’s mind. And he was gone. The agency left his body hanging there for two days. They blamed it on a lack of janitorial availability. Everything in the office was automated, and cutting down a dead body wasn’t something their sanitation robots had been programmed to do. But, deep down, everyone knew that it was a message. That they should stay in the roles they had been assigned. So they did. So they wouldn’t end up like Dee.

I'm curious as to what everyone here has paid in title fees, assuming it varies by state. We're closing soon and title fees alone just seem outrageous on top of all other closing costs. We're super excited about owning a home and are just getting classic nerves as closing approaches. Are these common to be paid by the buyer?

Title Fees
Abstract or Title Search	$325.00
Closing Protection	$50.00
CourieWire/E-mail Fee	$90.00
Endorsement Fee	$555.00
Premium for Lender's Coverage	$550.00
Recording Fee	$160.00
Settlement Or Closing Fee	$1800.00
Title Examination	$250.00
Total	$3780.00

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I am working on a project and have a situation with table structure that I'm trying to figure out. I mean, I have several ideas of how it might be done, but they seem a bit hacky or wasteful.
Let's say you have a courier website and you accept online transactions for things to be delivered. You have multiple types of delivery transportation (cars, bikes, etc.). You need to register every delivery vehicle in your system, and when the transaction comes in, to be able to assign the type of transportation (car or bicycle) and which vehicle is taking it.
Example:

Table: Order - Recipient Name - Recipient Address - Delivery Assigned to (FK to an "Employee" table) - Transportation ID (this doesn't work, because it doesn't know which table's record it's referencing) 

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Table: Automobiles - Make - Model - Year - VIN - Insurance Provider - Insurance Policy # 

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Table: Bicycles - Brand - Model - Color 

How do you record everything in the `Order` model correctly? You'll need to give it the type of transportation being taken, but then also the Foreign Key.
One thought I had was to make separate columns in the table, one with an optional Foreign Key value to the Automobiles table, and one with an optional Foreign Key value to the Bicycles table -- but that feels hacky. Is there a cleaner solution?
Thanks!

This is a project that's been living rent free in my head for awhile now, but only recently put into writing. Feel free to critique and or ask questions!
Long ago, a civilization many today call the Inter-Galactic Union (or IGU) created the relay network as a way to better regulate and ensure the safety of FTL travel. This network was comprised of three types of relays and several types of control stations, called Relay Control Centers (RCCs):

• RCC type 1 is the most numerous, these stations monitor any relay within 5 jumps regardless of type. It also has the capability to "relink" relays, often necessary in the face of interstellar drift. these stations are often found deactivated, but when an active one is found its sensor data is usually invaluable to any scholar. Normally found in the orbit of either a primary relay or the farthest planet from a star.
• RCC type 2 has 16 stations, but only 5 have been located by the current galactic community. regardless, this station type monitors all type 1 stations within its range, including (but not limited to) how many relays currently controlled, traffic between relays, activation status of a station, and most importantly the current positions of all active type 1 RCCs, active or not; this is made possible through check in pings. these stations do not move or drift, as they are anchored to a strategically placed black hole created by the IGU.
• RCC type 3 was only recently discovered anchored to the black hole at the center of the galaxy with the activation of a misaligned deep space telescope. Many theorize that it can activate or deactivate any relay in the galaxy.
• Primary relays make up the galaxy's interstellar highways, using a "warp corridor" to close the distance between each other. This type of relay has a range of 1,000 LY, according to records and attempts at realignment. Primary relays cannot be shut down once brought online.
• Secondary relays are the most numerous of the relays, able to connect to any secondary relay within 100 lightyears, but can connect to only one relay at a time. Several exotic designs of these relays have been discovered over the years, the most famous being the “Six Point Star Relay”, using a star shape to connect to 6 other relays without the need for rotating like a standard one.
• Tertiary relays are the largest relays, but are few and far between with unknown purpose

Many civilizations since the fall of the IGU nearly a billion years ago have made use of this network. with it's ease of use and ability to access more systems in a short amount of time typically leads to most every civilization that stumbles across it to scrap FTL research altogether. exceptions being those who were so xenophobic that once they found the relays they loaded their entire populous into sleeper ships and launched themselves at the andromeda galaxy (this has happened twice according to post-IGU civilization records).
Now for the current state of the galaxy:
The galactic community was founded roughly a century ago as a way to better regulate relay usage, but evolved into a forum in which galactic law is created. The Community has explored roughly half of the galaxy, no thanks to stellar drift moving a fair amount of relays out of range of each other and/or their RCCs. Many civilizations are in the community, but the most influential are the Imperil and the Unified Galactic Worlds (UGW).
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About an Eighth of the galaxy is controlled by the Imperil. An Enlightened Monarchy created by the Prixi and now has control over many vassals. The Imperil is the oldest interstellar civilization of the current age, but has been held back by internal strife, civil wars, slave uprisings, and political gridlock for much of its lifetime. It relies on the wider galaxy for innovation, providing protection for any who with to provide it with technology.
The current ruler (called an Imperi [male] or Imperia [female]) has made many reforms, such as the abolishment of slavery in all territory under Imperil influence, shifting control of the military from the Noble class to its own central command that reports to him, and the reform of the tax structure to place more pressure on the noble class rather than those below it.
However, these reforms have destabilized the power structure in the Imperil. Now many of the noble class is against the Imperi, but cannot remove or kill him due to his popularity among the people and the vassals' support of him. They fear that further instability would warrant galactic intervention, or worse, strip them of their wealth and status.
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Normally, a new addition to the galactic community is of little consequence or concern, but that was before the Unified Galactic Worlds was introduced. When the UGW was introduced to the wider galactic community, they were secretive and information was scarce for months, with the only information available to the wider community being that two species, called Kirmoth and Humanity. Then they lifted their iron curtain when they offered to take on the Galactic Network Project or GalNet Project.
The GalNet Project had been floating in the Community for years. The idea was simple, connect the galaxy with FTL communications so that couriers wouldn't be necessary. The initial research focused on technologies that could push normal communications through the "warp corridors" created by relays with nothing to show. Quantum entanglement is shown to be capable of FTL communication, but couldn't pass a lightyear in distance even when attempted with relays.
The UGW proposed what they called Subspace Entanglement. Using classified technology that utilizes properties similar to the relays' "warp corridor" but with key differences, allowing quantum entanglement to occur over galactic distances. When asked if the technology could be applied to starships, the UGW said "a version is in use on our vessels as a method of power generation and emergency FTL as well as communication, but cannot compete with the relays".
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Thank you for reading, i plan on posting more on the histories and technologies in the future.

“Now Paige, you’re sure there isn’t anything for me to sign?”, my mother asked.
“No mom. It’s ‘Bring your sibling to work day’. Caroline is 10 and old enough for the summer training, even though she can’t officially serve as an Imperial Page for two more years.”, I reply.
At 14 myself, I’ve been an Imperial Page for 2 years now. “I did the summer training.”, a month each, for two summers starting at 10, “I wanted to see if she might be interested serving as well.”
“I just don’t want her getting in someone important’s way.”, mother continues.
“She’ll be fine. The shuttle flights in/out off-world will be the most exciting part. ‘Court’ is currently in session on Tau Ceti 9a, with the Emperor himself at one of the orbital Space Stations. He’s overseeing rescue, recovery, and restoration operations dealing with the aftermath of the two recent super-typhoons on the planet. We’ll mostly be delivering snacks & meals and hand delivering documents and supplies all day. Routine stuff.”
“I just don’t want her to do something to upset the Emperor.”, mother said.
I reply, “He’s trying to help people in distress mom. People left with next to nothing. He’s just a man.”
Mother shakes her head and mumbles, “I worry about that too.”
I snort, “He wouldn’t do anything to us and the Sezrakeen (the Imperial Guard) wouldn’t allow it anyway.”
I remember something they told us in training . . . “Even if you see the Emperor in a room, seemingly by himself, two of the Sezrakeen are always there. Though they can be invisible, and you may not see them. One to protect him from evil in the world and one to protect the world from any evil in him.” No one in the Imperial Court has treated me badly.
Mother finally relents, cleans up after breakfast, and sees us off. We catch the community transit to the city-center, then on to Lacross Spaceport. One shuttle to the regional military base, then a shuttle combining many groups to go to / from wherever Court is in session at the current time.
With 7,645 inhabited worlds in the known multiverse, “Imperial Court” moves around every few months trying to spread the attention around. Currently there are 74 regional centers large enough to house the staff of the traveling court. 17 of which could be classified as “Palaces”. (Including “The Winter Palace” the Emperor build by himself, by hand on Beatrice Nine. It’s beautiful and one of my favorites to visit and serve in, though knowing he was abandoned alone on the planet for almost 40,000 years, time enough to build the central structures by himself . . . sort of brings a melancholy air to the place.)
Caroline and I arrive at R44 (the closest Regional Center), and I take her to Security while we wait for the morning shuttle. I scan my left forearm under the ID scanner. You can wear a ring, bracelet, pendent, or carry a card or pen-sized wand for ID . . . But I opted for the radial (bone) implant. It’s much harder to forget and leave your left arm at home. And since it registers body heat and blood flow, it can’t practically be taken from you and used by someone else. (I did “neglect” to tell my parents I opted for the implant 18 months ago.)
Caroline gets her biometrics recorded. (Photographs, walking gait, finger-hand prints. Reads a sample text for voice capture and a pinprick for DNA.) She opts for a subtle ring ID and asks me, “Why does it look like I’m the only sister or brother here?”
I respond, “It’s only you today. I just wanted you to see what a day was like in the Imperial Court.”
“What do you mean ‘only you’? Is it really ‘Bring your sibling to work day?’”
“As far as I know there is no such thing. I just wanted you to come and see the Emperor and the Court.”
“You’re just bringing someone to see the Emperor of the Known Multiverse and the Imperial Court? Who approved it?”
“I did.”
“You can do that?”
“An Imperial Page can do what they need to.”, I say as we finish her setup. Most of the biographical info (date of birth, relatives, placed lived) I entered to her personnel record weeks ago. I scan my ID and vouch for her to match the biometrics to the central data personnel record.
“Let’s go, the Shuttle will be ready for boarding about the time we get there.”, I put my left arm around Caroline’s shoulders and nudge her in the right direction.
Feeling the tenseness in her shoulders I ask, “Are you worried?”
“A little bit.”, she says with a bit shaky voice.
“Don’t. Just keep your ears open. Follow me and help me whatever I’m doing. Unless someone there directly addresses you, try not to interfere. You’ll hear things meant to be kept private. Try and let it flow in one ear and out the other without thinking about it or remembering it. Normally its boring procedural matters running the Empire. But for the past few weeks at this odd location there has been a lot of ‘sad news’ from the deaths, injuries, from the storms. It’s been turning around a bit. Back to more rebuilding hospitals, schools, city halls, and some factories. You can whisper me questions but try not to bother the others there. You’ll do fine.”
The morning shuttle we are on (of 6 per day cycling in/out wherever court is) arrives and docks with the station. The contents depart and scan past security checkpoints. Caroline her ring and me my forearm. Which leaves Caroline with a perplexed look. (I didn’t explain yet that the implant was an option, and she sees no ring on my hand.)
I lead Caroline past stationed guards, secretaries and administrators, dignitaries, and court personnel to one of the inner facility rooms. One of the court cooks sees me, points to a cart loaded with coffee and tea Thermos’s, water pitchers, cups, and an assortment of donuts, sweets, ‘breakfast things’, and says “Conference L2 Room 6a.”
I begin pushing the cart to the Lift for Level 2, room 6a. Caroline stays almost glued to my left hip. She’s being inordinately quiet. But then I remember what it was like for myself, only a few years ago.
More guards at the conference room recognize me and one holds the door as I push the cart in. One points at Caroline. I simply say, “Sister.” The guard nods.
Caroline and I spend the next 10 minutes distributing drinks and retrieving used cups/plates, and occasionally pulling my sister gently along by her arm. With over 7,000 inhabited planets and an average population of 2 billion, a good 80% of the 14 trillion in the known multiverse have seen images/video of the Emperor. But it’s quite another thing to pass by him close enough to touch for the first time. Not to mention Admirals, Generals, and dignitaries of all sorts around the conference table and outer ring chairs many with a dizzying array of medals, epaulets, and such.
She hands me things as I place them on the table. (So, if she spills anything, it’ll only get me, not a General) and I place them on the table.
I half listen as Admiral Burns shows video on the large screen at the end of the room and describes the current situation on the planet below.
“. . . Rescue operations have officially completed everywhere. Recovery (of human/animal remains) and final demolition of dangerous structures continue in the Rangor and Balok districts.
Next, I’ll go over how we plan to deploy Military-Imperial construction teams to begin assisting with infrastructure repair and restoration . . .”, as the Admiral’s aide works on a laptop on the conference table to bring up the next presentation.
An imperial aide I recognized pops their head in the end door and says, “Sire, message on F23.” The emperor says, “One second Admiral.”, and taps some keys on a tablet at his right hand.
The presentation clears on the end video screen and a woman dressed in what I’ll say is a doctor's white cloak appears on screen. Momentarily fazed upon seeing the Emperor himself, she stutters, “I uhh,”
The Emperor said, “Its fine Doctor. How can we help you?”
The woman tries to continue, “I, uhh. I’m sorry, I . . .”, closing her eyes for a second and opening, “I’m Doctor Akins on Brandenburg 2, Jellico City Memorial Hospital. I have a patient, Angela Graham. I’m afraid she’s had a heart attack and at her age of 97, I fear she won’t last more than a day or two, despite our best efforts. Her son a . . .”, looking down at a tablet she was holding, “. . . Captain Angus Graham was listed as family-emergency contact with instructions to call the Regional Base and explain any issues. I vid-called and two people later and I’ve somehow ended up with you.”, she adds hesitantly, “Sire”, not quite sure the proper form of address for the Emperor.
The Emperor responded, “He’s on station here with his Star Carrier the Perecles so they bounced you through to us. I’ll find him and let him know to go home. Thank you, Doctor Akins.”
The Doctor nods and the screen returns to the aide’s presentation slide.
Caroline and I had been clearing coffee cups and snack dishes from afternoon tea away from the conference table and were pushing the tray to the door to leave when the Emperor held up a hand towards us.
The Emperor asked aloud “Donna? (The computers name) Locate Captain Angus Graham”.
Donna: “Captain Angus Graham has just entered the Officers Lounge on Deck 23, at Bulkhead 41.”
The Emperor hand wrote a note on a sheet of paper, folded it in half, looked my way and said “Paige”.
Paige was an inconvenient name to have in my position, I was never quite sure if he knew my name and was saying Paige or just Page.
“You heard the location?”, the Emperor asked
Paige, “Yes sire.”
“Directly to Gus.”, the Emperor said, handing me the folded note.
I nodded.
Pushing the tray on through the door, I saw another page standing nearby and said, “Please.”, pointing to the tray and nodding to the closest kitchen. Thomas nodded and began pushing the tray in that direction.
We, Caroline and I, headed for the nearest Lift. (The multi-axis elevators that span the height and breadth of the station.) And I spoke tilting my head up a bit, “Deck 23, closest Bulkhead 41.”
“Deck 23, Bulkhead 42.”, the Lift responded.
The station bulkheads are about 50ft apart, so not that far to walk.
I opened the folded note and read it silently.
Caroline, still at my side and mostly silent since a flurry of questions when we stopped to have lunch, finally spoke inside the Lift, “Can you read the note?”
I responded, “An Imperial Page can do what they need to.”
We reached the Lift destination. I spoke to a nearby common terminal and said “Officers Lounge Deck 23, Bulkhead 41.”.
The terminal responded back, “The Mango Room. Light Blue”, simultaneously a Light Blue courtesy light appeared on the wall-track and began moving at a walking pace to the right.
Caroline and I followed the dot as it matched pace to lead us.
We reached The Mango Room double doors.
I tried the door handle but while it turned, the door didn’t unlatch. I tapped the “knock” button on the rightmost door.
A few seconds later a man about 40, with slicked back black hair and a pencil thin mustache appeared on the screen above the knock button. Seeing me, he only said, “Beat it kid. This is the Officers Lounge.”, and the screen went blank again.
I pressed the button again.
This time when he appeared, I spoke before the man could, “I am an Imperial Page with a message to be hand delivered to Captain Graham. I believe him to be inside.”
“I don’t give a fuck who you are ‘Little Girl’. Children aren’t allowed in here to bother the patrons. Get lost.”, the man sneers and clicks off again.
I turn and retrace steps to the Lift, Caroline following.
I tell the Lift, “Armory”.
Scanning arm ID at the doorway, we enter and I approach the wire cage behind which stands a man I have never seen before. I fill out a “request form” on the tablet nearby, tap it to and scan my ID to the nearby sensor.
The man looks at the list popping up on the screen on his side of the cage, “A bit young, aren’t you? Why don’t you try back in a couple years.”, snickering and turning back to his desk behind him.
Back out the Armory door, to the Lift and back to the conference room with the Emperor.
I enter, holding one palm back, indicating for Caroline to stay in the doorway of the room.
Saying nothing to anyone, I walked around to the left of the Emperor and pulled the Imperial Signet off the little finger of the Emperor’s left hand and placing it onto my right index finger, while he continued to ask questions about Engineering Group deployments on the planet below.
Outside the conference room, I pointed my index/middle finger in the direction of two Imperial Marine Guards on the distant side of the room, in self-contained fully body armor then motioned with a cupping hand a ‘follow me’ hand signal.
Four of us in the Lift this time.
Back at the armory. I held my right hand up in a fist, index finger with signet facing the clerk, then swept the signet over the ID reader and entered the Emperor’s personal 18 character passcode.
The display lit up on the clerk’s side of the cage . . .
Things moved much faster this time.
The Armory attendants fitted us both with PDS’s (Personal Defense Shields), I pointed at Caroline and said “Openers”.
One Armory tech clipped two breaching charges on Caroline's belt, as I reached for the thermal viewers and mid-sized carbine the other tech held.
Facing the two Marines that had accompanied us, I waved my left hand in their direction and said, “Released.” They turned and left.
The tech previously holding the carbine asked, “You know . . .”
I turned the side of the weapon towards him and said, “Kill/Stun”, clicking that lever to Stun pointed at a 2nd switch “Rate of Fire, Single, 3 shot burst, Full Auto”, and pointing to the last, “Power Setting”.
I turned to leave with Caroline in perpetual tow.
Caroline asked, “A gun?”
I responded, “The Power settings for Stun go from level 1 to 5. One would sting. Two feels like a dozen angry bees stung you with the pain fading over the next hour. Three might knock out a child. Four would definitely knock out ANY ordinary man/woman, unconscious for an hour or so. Five would stop a charging elephant and bring it to the ground for three or four hours.”
I click the carbine settings to Level Two . . . Full Auto.
Back at “The Mango Room” doors, I swatted Caroline with the back of my hand to see our PDS fields light up and confirm it on like mine, flipped down the thermal viewer over my eyes and look to see if anyone is standing directly behind the doors.
“Take one of the breaching pucks off your belt.”, holding my hand up as if I was carrying one on my fingertips, “Set the dial on the side to 2.”
I look down the hallways to the left and right. No one on the left. I hold up one flat palm and stop a group to the right in their tracks about 20 yards away.
Speaking to Caroline again, mimicking the motion I say, “Fling it towards the center-line between the two doors.”
She flings the puck, it self-orients to flat-on face the two doors.
A half inch from the doors it discharges. The central 90% of the doors vaporize and blow back past Caroline and me in a plume of smoke and wood-metal shards. Harmlessly skittering off and around our PDS’s.
Mustache man steps out from beside the doors and seeing me begins to approach. I aim the carbine at him and hold the trigger down moving the impact point around his body.
They shoot you once during page training at settings two and three. A single shot at level two hurt worse than anything I’d felt to that point in my life for the next hour. A week later when they did Three . . . I was out for an hour.
I can’t imagine 2 seconds of Full Auto felt pleasant as mustache man crumpled to the floor.
Officers and Civilian Dignitaries around the room stood up from their tables upon seeing/hearing the door breach.
I took the opportunity to step up from one of their chairs to a nearby table, trying to dodge drink glasses.
Addressing the room with a firm voice, “I am an Imperial Page. With a message from the Emperor for Captain Angus Graham. Captain Graham present yourself.”
The crowd somewhat parted as a man in his late 60’s answered, “Here Miss.”
Stepping down from the table/chair, slinging the rifle, and approaching Captain Graham, I didn’t remove the note, but chose simply to speak directly to the Captain.
“Gus”, (the Captain understood it was the Emperor speaking), “Word just came through and it seemed better to deliver it in person. Your mother has suffered a heart attack and we fear her time is near. If your responsibilities allow it, take my shuttle and go home while you still can. Spend what time you need with her. I’m very sorry old friend.”
The Captain responded softly to me, “Thank you John.”
I stepped back and to the side, using my right hand to wave Caroline back out of the way.
Captain Graham passed through the crowd, presumably to gather personal items and head home.
I, with Caroline following, turned to follow Captain Graham out.
The “very angry” bouncer was just getting up on one hip, trying to push himself up on one hand and yelled through clenched teeth, “Why you little Bit. . . ”
He didn’t finish the sentence. I clicked the gun up to level 4, single shot, pushing him back 3 feet, and pinning him to the wall. Unconscious for at least a couple hours this time.
Caroline and I returned to the armory, dropping off the Carbine, Thermals, PDSs, and one un-expended breaching puck. Signing them back in. Logging one puck as “expended”, and 0.2% down on the carbine charge.
Back in the Lift to return to the conference room, I notice out the corner of my eye, a still silent Caroline, looks over and up at me with a thousand questions on her face.
I continued looking forward at the Lift doors and said, “An Imperial Page can do what they need to.”
I reentered the conference room, Caroline still in tow. Walked around the Emperor to his left, lifting his left hand and placing the signet back on his little finger and whispered, “Thank you John.”
As a video of reconstruction projections continued on the vid-screen at the end of the room, the Emperor nodded to me, understanding the message was from Gus and after I had crossed around behind him, looked to his right and said, “Thank you Paige.”, nodding to my sister, “Caroline.”
Caroline, her eyes as big as dinner plates, half bowed, half curtsied, and we left the conference room.
I looked over at Caroline, “It’s been a long day for you. We can just catch the next shuttle back to R44 and home if we leave now.”
Off the local transport, our parents were just stepping out of their personal car. Dad had two grocery bags in each hand, mother had two in one hand and was reaching for the last one in the open trunk-hatch.
“You survived!”, she said teasingly, looking our direction.
“Yes mother.”, I said.
“Did anything interesting happen?”, she asked.
“No mother. It was just another ordinary day. Passing out coffee, meals, and delivering notes.”, I replied
Caroline picked up the last of the grocery bags from the car while mother closed the hatch.
“How about you nibblet?”, Father asked, stopping to look at Caroline, “Were you bored to tears? Do you think you might like to be a Page in two more years when you’re old enough? You’d have to go through the training classes for the next two summers like your sister did.”
“Yes father. I think I’d like that.”, and lead the way into the house.
Caroline sets the grocery bag on the kitchen table and moves into the living room to sit down on the sofa. She faced the vid-screen and clicks it on. One of the weekly shows is on about one or another of the nation’s larger zoo’s. But she’s got that “glazed over” thousand yard stare . . . That I probably had after my first day after seeing the Imperial Court.
I wonder to myself if she’ll follow in my footsteps. Someone, from somewhere will need to replace me in about two years. In theory you can stay an entire career as a page. Some do.
But in two years I’ll be sixteen. And with four years’ experience as an Imperial Page, I can begin training for a range of other jobs in the Imperial administration.
“Combat Courier” sounds interesting.

I'm back at modding after a very long time (organizers weren't even a thing when I last did it actively, just to give you an idea of how long ago this was), and have no clue how to sort a load order. Was wondering if anyone could help me organize my TTW setup and give some general guidelines for determining functional load orders? Anyway, here's what I have now, which I know won't work. For the record, I did the Best of Times and WSG, then built out from there with sensible choices that were deemed compatible.
EDIT: I went ahead and manually re-sorted it to the best of my knowledge of general practices. Still looking for feedback for any obvious issues.
# This file was automatically generated by Mod Organizer.
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It is required to an advocate about how to draft the reply notice format. A legal notice must be answered within the prescribed time, if not answered within the prescribed time it may be beneficial to the addressee.
The legal notice must be answered within the given time frame. Failure to do so may be disadvantageous to the addressee. Although responding to a legal notice is not required, it is recommended that you do so.
Another party can take advantage of your failure to respond to legal notice by blaming you for not complying with the notice requirements when drafting the pleading, which is why the lawsuit is filed.It is important to know for every lawyer what the reply notice format is.
Tips to Create Reply Notice Format
After receiving the notice the following should be kept in mind:
· Carefully read the notice - It is important to read the notice properly to understand the issues raised in the notice by the other party. If the recipient of the legal notice believes that the issues raised in the legal notice can be resolved amicably, a conversation should be initiated immediately.
· Contacting a lawyer – If the content of the legal notice is not clear, a competent lawyer should be contacted who can take further legal action in the matter. Also, the receiver should keep a record of the time of receipt of the legal notice which will be beneficial even if the matter is taken to court by the opposite party.
· Briefing the lawyer- This step should be done carefully, the whole matter should be referred to the appointed lawyer. The lawyer must be provided with all the necessary information about the facts, time, place, event, etc., relevant to the issue, this helps the lawyer to prepare an appropriate answer that shows the recipient's side of the argument.
· Sending the reply- The lawyer prepares the reply notice format and sends it by registered mail or courier. Counsel retains a copy of the reply instructions for future reference.
For help download the reply to legal notice format pdf.
Common Mistakes in Responding to Legal Notices
· Timing: Not responding to legal notices on time is the most common mistake. The sender shall endeavor to reply to the notice as soon as possible and within the stipulated time as specified in the sender's notice. Otherwise, strict action may be taken against the sender.
· Reply: The fault of the party is that they do not reply in the correct and prescribed manner. A proper reply to the notice should be given, if the party cannot understand the terms of the notice, a professional lawyer should be consulted. For this, it is necessary to know the legal reply notice format.
· Section: The mistake is that the party forgets to mention the sections under which he is sending the notice. A party must know under which section the notice is being served.
· Date: People forget to mention the date in the notice. It is very important to mention the date in the notice.
· Signature: If the party consults a lawyer, do not forget that the signature of the party and the lawyer is required.
· Address: The current address of the sender should be mentioned so that it reaches the right person at the right time. Delay may lead to action against the party later.
· Contact: Sender's current working phone number should be addressed.
For reference get the sample legal notice reply format from the internet.
Show Cause Notice
Corporations are required to comply with certain laws. Non-compliance of which may lead to a show-cause notice such as why compliance was not done or why it was not done in time.
The show because notice is sent either by mail of the company or by registered post at the registered office or by any other practicable mode. The notice usually contains the reference number, date, time, clause, or provision which has been contravened, the time limit for reply, etc.
Legal/penal action will be taken if it is not returned within the given time frame. It is required to reply to show cause notice. To write this notice reply to show cause notice format pdf is easily available on the internet for reference.
GST Notices Reply Formats and Consequences of it
Any reply to GST notice formatcan be submitted online on the GST portal.A taxpayer may use the digital signature or e-signature of such taxpayer or his authorized employees. Where payment of tax and interest is required, pay such liability in the required form and manner.
After such payment, a reply letter in the required format must be submitted to the tax authority to whom the notice was sent.There is also a particular reply notice format for GST.
If the taxpayer received notices of GST and does not reply to the notice inthe prescribed time, then he will be liable for penalty and further action as per the GST Act as per the case called for.
A taxpayer authorizes the representative or a chartered accountant to monitor the matters related to GST warnings. He can do so by issuing a letter of authority under GST.
A GST authorization letter authorizes another representative to respond to GST notices and act on his behalf. GST notice reply letter format pdf is now easily available on Google.
Legal Format for Divorce Notice
A divorce notice can be prepared to clarify feelings and create a platform to start thinking about ending the relationship. A husband can send a legal notice to the wife for a divorce and express his intention that legal progress is required in the marriage.
While anyone of them received a divorce notice it is important to respond to it by other through a lawyer. To respond to them you can read and connect with divorce lawyer in noida.
In the field of practicing law, it is common to prepare legal notices for clients regularly. It is almost common practice to draft responses to legal notices received by clients.
Online XBRL is one top platforms in India to provide quality services in Legal Notice Format. Register yourself on the website. Contact us on the official website.
Frequent Asked Questions
How to write a reply to a notice?
Responding to a legal notice is a combination of the process of responding to a written statement and drafting a notice. The start of the reply first by mentioning the basic details of the legal notice received such as the date, on whose behalf the legal notice was sent, details of the organization, etc.
Do we need to respond to a legal notice?
Yes, it is mandatory to reply to the legal notice, if doesn't reply to the received notice then there is a possibility to face a loss in the future. So, it is always better to reply notice format legal notice and it will strengthen your case in the future.
What is a reply or response letter?
A response letter provides the answers or information requested in the letter of inquiry. The aim is to satisfy the reader with an action that fulfills their request. If you do not have the requested information or authority to respond, refer the inquiry to the appropriate person.
What are the reply notice format instructions in check bounce?
Replying format for check bounce is as follows:
On ____ ____ to your bankers means ______________. Our client was shocked and surprised that your bankers had dishonored the said check on the ground of "Insufficient Funds", which was communicated to our client by their _______ through their check return memo dated ____________.
How to prepare a reply to a legal notice in India?
The sample reply to legal notice in India is as follows:
I hereby call upon you to execute the contract given by my client on or before the ____________ day of ____________ against the payment of the balance of the consideration amount, failing which the said contract will be canceled and the money paid by you will be forfeited.

I purchased jewelry from a seller allegedly based in New Jersey (I’m in New York) with over six thousand 4 star and above reviews on 5/16. I actually read quite a few of the reviews and while there were a couple of the usual delayed delivery complaints most were positive. The estimated delivery date was 5/23-5/26, good enough.
Tracking showed shipped almost immediately with a company called ShipEntegra that apparently used USPS for final delivery. The ShipEntegra tracking showed an origin date and courier acceptance date of 5/1, more than two weeks prior to my purchase but the movement started on 5/23 in a town less than three miles from my address. I was concerned when tracking showed the package moving farther and farther away from my address, four hours away at one point in extreme south New Jersey bordering Delaware.
I contacted the seller using the “help with order” feature and copy/pasted the tracking and asked him or her to look into it please. On 5/26, the last eta for delivery, tracking showed usps delivered the package to a mailbox in Cape May Courthouse, NJ, 178 miles from me. I again wrote to the seller with a copy/paste expressing my concern that someone was getting a freebie jewelry gift and asking how Orangeburg, NY could have been mixed up with the Jersey address. Obviously they had a street name and number too. I triple checked my address on Etsy and it’s still the New York address I’ve had for eight years listed.
Since the seller hadn’t responded even though they were always super quick to offer coupons for any “likes” I decided to try to contact Etsy due to the package having actually been delivered to a wrong address. Unfortunately one cannot get help from support unless the seller ignores you for 48 plus hours after delivery. I googled Etsy’s phone number but the recording sounded super sketchy (I tried twice) so I just hung up. Within ten minutes I got a call from a toll free number with the caller claiming to be Etsy support since I had contacted them twice. I said I hadn’t left a message or even gotten to a message leaving prompt. The person said someone using my account requested the seller change the shipping address. I said it still shows my address on my end and he said that’s because the seller deleted the request after sending so it went back to the default. That since it was my fault I could only be refunded if I secured my account by downloading an app and he would help me. I said I needed to check into this and asked for a number to call him. Back. Continued

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Reporter	SMDP	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680702-reporter-smdp
Regional News Editor	News of Orange County	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1679181-regional-news-editor-news-of-orange-county
News editor	The Manhattan Mercury	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680026-news-editor-the-manhattan-mercury
Business Reporter	The Post and Courier	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680701-business-reporter-the-post-and-courier
News Reporter	LYNDEN TRIBUNE & PRINT CO.	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1669950-news-reporter-lynden-tribune--print-co
Political Reporter	The Times- Picayune	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1679890-political-reporter-the-times--picayune
Deputy Metro Editor	The Times - Picayune	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1679819-deputy-metro-editor-the-times---picayune
Award-winning weekly seeks full-time beat reporter + freelance arts/features writer	The Ark	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1617292-award-winning-weekly-seeks-full-time-beat-reporter--freelance-artsfeatures-writer-the-ark
News and Sports Reporter	Owensboro Times	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680700-news-and-sports-reporter-owensboro-times
New York City Child Welfare Reporter	Fostering Media Connections / The Imprint	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680699-new-york-city-child-welfare-reporter-fostering-media-connections--the-imprint
Sports Reporter	The Ellsworth American	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680698-sports-reporter-the-ellsworth-american
Beat Reporter	The Ellsworth American	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1674175-beat-reporter-the-ellsworth-american
EditoResearcher	Congressional Digest Corp.	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680697-editorresearcher-congressional-digest-corp
Town Reporter	The Day	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680696-town-reporter-the-day
Managing Editor - Metro Silicon Valley	Metro Silicon Valley	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1616688-managing-editor---metro-silicon-valley-metro-silicon-valley
Editor	Good Times	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680695-editor-good-times
Public Safety Reporter	The Trinity Journal	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1678211-public-safety-reporter-the-trinity-journal
Online Content Coordinator - Evenings	Lee Enterprises, Inc DBA Lincoln Journal Star	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680687-online-content-coordinator---evenings-lee-enterprises-inc-dba-lincoln-journal-star
Reporting Intern Fall 2023	The Chronicle of Higher Education	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680686-reporting-intern-fall-2023-the-chronicle-of-higher-education
South Carolina Editor in Chief	States Newsroom	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680683-south-carolina-editor-in-chief-states-newsroom
National Real-Time Reporter	McClatchy	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680685-national-real-time-reporter-mcclatchy
Deputy Managing Editor	Hey Alma	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680684-deputy-managing-editor-hey-alma
Multimedia Content Specialist	National Catholic Reporter	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680682-multimedia-content-specialist-national-catholic-reporter
Editor of The Hamburg Sun	The Buffalo News	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680681-editor-of-the-hamburg-sun-the-buffalo-news
Jews of Color Fellowships at the Forward	The Forward	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680679-jews-of-color-fellowships-at-the-forward-the-forward
Editorial Fellow	The Forward	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680680-editorial-fellow-the-forward
City Editor	The Record Journal	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680678-city-editor-the-record-journal
General Assignment ReporteContent Curator (Audience Development)	The Messenger	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1679504-general-assignment-reportercontent-curator-audience-development-the-messenger
Reporter	Salisbury Post	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680658-reporter-salisbury-post
Associate Director, Media Relations and External Communications	The University of Chicago Booth School of Business	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680657-associate-director-media-relations-and-external-communications-the-university-of-chicago-booth-school-of-business
Sports editor	The Commercial Dispatch	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680656-sports-editor-the-commercial-dispatch
Radio Operations Announcer & Producer	Maine Public Broadcasting	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680654-radio-operations-announcer--producer-maine-public-broadcasting
General assignment reporter	The Central Virginian	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680653-general-assignment-reporter-the-central-virginian
Reporter	The Herald-Palladium	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1664577-reporter-the-herald-palladium
Government reporter	Bozeman Daily Chronicle	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1663883-government-reporter-bozeman-daily-chronicle
Content Editor	Fort Worth Report	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680652-content-editor-fort-worth-report
Associate Reporter	Mergers & Acquisitions	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1669030-associate-reporter-mergers--acquisitions
Community Reporter	Cap City News	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1669523-community-reporter-cap-city-news
City & Government Reporter	Oil City News, LLC	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1647903-city--government-reporter-oil-city-news-llc
Reporter		http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680651-reporter-
Reporter	Adam's Publishing Group	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1679214-reporter-adams-publishing-group
Associate Director, National Outreach & Special Projects	Center for Journalism & Democracy	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680634-associate-director-national-outreach--special-projects-center-for-journalism--democracy
Reporter	Northern Virginia Daily	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680633-reporter-northern-virginia-daily
Visual Journalist	Richmond Times Dispatch	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680632-visual-journalist-richmond-times-dispatch
Capitol Reporter	New York Focus	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680631-capitol-reporter-new-york-focus
Editor w/ E-Commerce Background (Freelance)		http://www.journalismjobs.com/1624897-editor-w-e-commerce-background-freelance-
Washington Correspondent	The Epoch Times	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1672182-washington-correspondent-the-epoch-times
Washington D.C. Contributor	Colorado Times Recorder	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1659330-washington-dc-contributor-colorado-times-recorder
Metro editor	The Post and CourieEvening Post Publishing	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680630-metro-editor-the-post-and-courierevening-post-publishing
Managing Editor	Claremont Eagle Times	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680380-managing-editor-claremont-eagle-times
Daily News Editor - California	The Epoch Times	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680629-daily-news-editor---california-the-epoch-times
Community Desk Reporter	Adam's Publishing Group	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1679620-community-desk-reporter-adams-publishing-group
Reporter	Chicago Council on Global Affairs	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680628-reporter-chicago-council-on-global-affairs
City Hall Reporter		http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680627-city-hall-reporter-
Midcoast Reporter	Bangor Daily News	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680626-midcoast-reporter-bangor-daily-news
Managing Editor, Greenville Journal and Upstate Business Journal	Community Journals	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680625-managing-editor-greenville-journal-and-upstate-business-journal-community-journals
Regional News Reporter	The Epoch Times	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680624-regional-news-reporter-the-epoch-times
Seeking enterprising reporter	Central Maine Newspapers	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680623-seeking-enterprising-reporter-central-maine-newspapers
Assistant Vice President of Marketing and Communications	Duke University Alumni and Engagement	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680622-assistant-vice-president-of-marketing-and-communications-duke-university-alumni-and-engagement
Police and Courts Reporter	Yuma Sun	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680621-police-and-courts-reporter-yuma-sun
NEWS REPORTER	COLUMBIA GORGE NEWS	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680614-news-reporter-columbia-gorge-news
News Director	KPCW FM	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680612-news-director-kpcw-fm
News ReporteAnchor	KPCW FM	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680613-news-reporteranchor-kpcw-fm
Reporter		http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680611-reporter-
Content Provider	The Pittsburgh Post-Gazette	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680610-content-provider-the-pittsburgh-post-gazette
Digital Engagement Editor	The Park Record	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1679301-digital-engagement-editor-the-park-record
Broadcast/IT Engineer	WOOD TV	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680607-broadcastit-engineer-wood-tv
Digital Marketing Coordinator	WOOD TV	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680608-digital-marketing-coordinator-wood-tv
Multi-Media Account Manager	WOOD TV	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680609-multi-media-account-manager-wood-tv
Reporter	InvestmentWires	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680606-reporter-investmentwires
Producer - Social Media and Digital	Rhode Island PBS	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680604-producer---social-media-and-digital-rhode-island-pbs
Myrtle Beach Reporter	My Horry News/Waccamaw Publishers	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680603-myrtle-beach-reporter-my-horry-newswaccamaw-publishers
REPORTER, General Assignment with Health Focus		http://www.journalismjobs.com/1676778-reporter-general-assignment-with-health-focus-
Statehouse Reporter	LNP News/Lancasteronline	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1673788-statehouse-reporter-lnp-newslancasteronline
News Reporter	Lawrence Journal-World	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680602-news-reporter-lawrence-journal-world
Editor (Contract)	The Sentry	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680601-editor-contract-the-sentry
Education Reporter	The Times	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680600-education-reporter-the-times
Marketing Associate - Proposal Writer	Chandler Asset Management Inc	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680599-marketing-associate---proposal-writer-chandler-asset-management-inc
Associate Editor / Community Journalist	PS Communications	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680598-associate-editor--community-journalist-ps-communications
Health/Environment/Fort Detrick reporter	The Frederick News-Post	http://www.journalismjobs.com/1680586-healthenvironmentfort-detrick-reporter-the-frederick-news-post

There’re a few people in my tree who had a seemingly preposterous obits which put them at advanced ages, BUT I eventually verified via census that they were either the age stated or around that age. One great grandma had a claimed age of 107 on obit; per various censuses, she was 100-109 at death. However, many other family members have fewer records.
To what extent should I take old, small-town newspapers with a grain of salt?
Edit: that side of my family has long fertility expectancy so that doesn’t help too much either….

There’re a few people in my tree who had a seemingly preposterous obits which put them at advanced ages, BUT I eventually verified via census that they were either the age stated or around that age. One great grandma had a claimed age of 107 on obit; per various censuses, she was 100-109 at death. However, many other family members have fewer records.
To what extent should I take old, small-town newspapers with a grain of salt?
Edit: that side of my family has long fertility expectancy so that doesn’t help too much either 🧐

Willing to discuss reasonable prices. Those are my two biggest iso records. I’ll instantly buy if the price is good.
Theres only one variant of dollhouse ep, pink and blue split released in 2015.
Cry baby pink in milky clear vinyl variant is a hot topic exclusive released in 2016.
Let me know if you know someone who’s interested in selling those!
I use a courier so wherever you’re from, I’ll probably have an address there for easier and safe shipping.

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Tina Turner, the raspy-voiced fireball who overcame domestic abuse and industry ambivalence to emerge as one of rock and soul's brassiest, most rousing and most inspirational performers, died Wednesday at age of 83.
Born Anna Mae Bullock on Nov. 26, 1939, Turner grew up in Nutbush, Tennessee, a rural and unincorporated area in Haywood County chronicled in her song "Nutbush City Limits." According to Turner, her family were "Well-to-do farmers" who lived well off the business of sharecropping.
Frequently, Turner and her sister would head to nightclubs in St. Louis and East St. Louis, where she first saw Ike Turner perform as the bandleader of Kings of Rhythm.
In 1960, Ike and Tina Turner released their debut single, "A Fool in Love." It was an immediate success, reaching the Top 30 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Turner's comeback began in 1982, when Heaven 17, the British synth-pop band, recruited her for a remake of the Temptations' "Ball of Confusion." The song led to a new record deal for Turner with Capitol.
Turner's manager, Roger Davies, then suggested that she and Heaven 17's Martyn Ware cut a remake of Al Green's "Let's Stay Together," which hit the top 30 in the U.S. With that, and the support of her friend David Bowie, Turner began recording her Capitol debut, Private Dancer.

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Tina Turner, the raspy-voiced fireball who overcame domestic abuse and industry ambivalence to emerge as one of rock and soul's brassiest, most rousing and most inspirational performers, died Wednesday at age of 83.
Born Anna Mae Bullock on Nov. 26, 1939, Turner grew up in Nutbush, Tennessee, a rural and unincorporated area in Haywood County chronicled in her song "Nutbush City Limits." According to Turner, her family were "Well-to-do farmers" who lived well off the business of sharecropping.
Frequently, Turner and her sister would head to nightclubs in St. Louis and East St. Louis, where she first saw Ike Turner perform as the bandleader of Kings of Rhythm.
In 1960, Ike and Tina Turner released their debut single, "A Fool in Love." It was an immediate success, reaching the Top 30 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Turner's comeback began in 1982, when Heaven 17, the British synth-pop band, recruited her for a remake of the Temptations' "Ball of Confusion." The song led to a new record deal for Turner with Capitol.
Turner's manager, Roger Davies, then suggested that she and Heaven 17's Martyn Ware cut a remake of Al Green's "Let's Stay Together," which hit the top 30 in the U.S. With that, and the support of her friend David Bowie, Turner began recording her Capitol debut, Private Dancer.

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Tina Turner, the raspy-voiced fireball who overcame domestic abuse and industry ambivalence to emerge as one of rock and soul's brassiest, most rousing and most inspirational performers, died Wednesday at age of 83.
Born Anna Mae Bullock on Nov. 26, 1939, Turner grew up in Nutbush, Tennessee, a rural and unincorporated area in Haywood County chronicled in her song "Nutbush City Limits." According to Turner, her family were "Well-to-do farmers" who lived well off the business of sharecropping.
Frequently, Turner and her sister would head to nightclubs in St. Louis and East St. Louis, where she first saw Ike Turner perform as the bandleader of Kings of Rhythm.
In 1960, Ike and Tina Turner released their debut single, "A Fool in Love." It was an immediate success, reaching the Top 30 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Turner's comeback began in 1982, when Heaven 17, the British synth-pop band, recruited her for a remake of the Temptations' "Ball of Confusion." The song led to a new record deal for Turner with Capitol.
Turner's manager Roger Davies then suggested that she and Heaven 17's Martyn Ware cut a remake of Al Green's "Let's Stay Together," which hit the top 30 in the U.S. With that, and the support of her friend David Bowie, Turner began recording her Capitol debut, Private Dancer.

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Tina Turner, the raspy-voiced fireball who overcame domestic abuse and industry ambivalence to emerge as one of rock and soul's brassiest, most rousing and most inspirational performers, died Wednesday at age of 83.
Born Anna Mae Bullock on Nov. 26, 1939, Turner grew up in Nutbush, Tennessee, a rural and unincorporated area in Haywood County chronicled in her song "Nutbush City Limits." According to Turner, her family were "Well-to-do farmers" who lived well off the business of sharecropping.
Frequently, Turner and her sister would head to nightclubs in St. Louis and East St. Louis, where she first saw Ike Turner perform as the bandleader of Kings of Rhythm.
In 1960, Ike and Tina Turner released their debut single, "A Fool in Love." It was an immediate success, reaching the Top 30 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Turner's comeback began in 1982, when Heaven 17, the British synth-pop band, recruited her for a remake of the Temptations' "Ball of Confusion." The song led to a new record deal for Turner with Capitol.
Turner's manager Roger Davies then suggested that she and Heaven 17's Martyn Ware cut a remake of Al Green's "Let's Stay Together," which hit the top 30 in the U.S. With that, and the support of her friend David Bowie, Turner began recording her Capitol debut, Private Dancer.

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Tina Turner, the raspy-voiced fireball who overcame domestic abuse and industry ambivalence to emerge as one of rock and soul's brassiest, most rousing and most inspirational performers, died Wednesday at age of 83.
Born Anna Mae Bullock on Nov. 26, 1939, Turner grew up in Nutbush, Tennessee, a rural and unincorporated area in Haywood County chronicled in her song "Nutbush City Limits." According to Turner, her family were "Well-to-do farmers" who lived well off the business of sharecropping.
Frequently, Turner and her sister would head to nightclubs in St. Louis and East St. Louis, where she first saw Ike Turner perform as the bandleader of Kings of Rhythm.
In 1960, Ike and Tina Turner released their debut single, "A Fool in Love." It was an immediate success, reaching the Top 30 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Turner's comeback began in 1982, when Heaven 17, the British synth-pop band, recruited her for a remake of the Temptations' "Ball of Confusion." The song led to a new record deal for Turner with Capitol.
Turner's manager Roger Davies then suggested that she and Heaven 17's Martyn Ware cut a remake of Al Green's "Let's Stay Together," which hit the top 30 in the U.S. With that, and the support of her friend David Bowie, Turner began recording her Capitol debut, Private Dancer.

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Tina Turner, the raspy-voiced fireball who overcame domestic abuse and industry ambivalence to emerge as one of rock and soul's brassiest, most rousing and most inspirational performers, died Wednesday at age of 83.
Born Anna Mae Bullock on Nov. 26, 1939, Turner grew up in Nutbush, Tennessee, a rural and unincorporated area in Haywood County chronicled in her song "Nutbush City Limits." According to Turner, her family were "Well-to-do farmers" who lived well off the business of sharecropping.
Frequently, Turner and her sister would head to nightclubs in St. Louis and East St. Louis, where she first saw Ike Turner perform as the bandleader of Kings of Rhythm.
In 1960, Ike and Tina Turner released their debut single, "A Fool in Love." It was an immediate success, reaching the Top 30 on the Billboard Hot 100.
Turner's comeback began in 1982, when Heaven 17, the British synth-pop band, recruited her for a remake of the Temptations' "Ball of Confusion." The song led to a new record deal for Turner with Capitol.
Turner's manager Roger Davies then suggested that she and Heaven 17's Martyn Ware cut a remake of Al Green's "Let's Stay Together," which hit the top 30 in the U.S. With that, and the support of her friend David Bowie, Turner began recording her Capitol debut, Private Dancer.

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TLDR: Scammers are getting smarter and we need to be more vigilant.
So I got one of those calls today telling me that my debit card needs to be "upgraded" or it will be deactivated IMMEDIATELY. I knew from the get go that it was a scam (I work in cybersecurity) so I decided to waste their time and kept asking pressing questions.
The scam- They initiated some sort of a delivery notification on my number which came from the official Aramex number saying that the new card will be delivered and that i need to give this pin to the courier and not to them. Seems pretty reasonable. Then this lady tells me about some activation pin that i need to give her (AHA!) and there I get the OTP request from my bank with the message headline reading "OTP for Password Change Request". Of course I wasted a few minutes saying no I didn't get it etc.
The scary part- Eventually I got bored and just told her that this seems fishy and to not scam people as it's their hard earned money. Believe it or not this lady straight up tells me "oh you don't trust us, let me forward the call to Dubai Police" then in about 10 seconds some dude starts talking and tells me he's from the cybersecurity branch of Dubai Police and this is the bank's official line and is recorded by the Dubai Police and so "Don't worry just trust them". Then this lady comes back online and I basically give her a piece of my mind before she disconnected the call but man it's getting competitive out there.