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M&B 2023 Lecture 4: The Money View, Micro and Macro
2023.05.29 14:01 spunchy M&B 2023 Lecture 4: The Money View, Micro and Macro
 | For our schedule and links to other discussions, see the Money and Banking 2023 master post. submitted by spunchy to moneyview [link] [comments] This is the discussion thread for Economics of Money and Banking Lecture 4: The Money View, Micro and Macro. The settlement (survival) constraint says you have to meet your cash commitments as they come due. This lecture explores the settlement constraint from multiple perspectives. We can disaggregate assets into time patterns of future cash inflows, and liabilities into time patterns of future cash outflows (commitments). If your cash inflows are insufficient to cover your cash commitments at any given moment, then the settlement constraint binds, and you're dead. The settlement constraint can be relaxed from above but not below. The payment system is a credit system. By relaxing our settlement constraint, economic units (agents) above us in the hierarchy can allow us to expand credit to make otherwise-impossible payments. Mehrling introduces the "sources and uses" notation, an analytical tool that helps us match up cash flows with different liquidity categories: monetary, funding, and market. This Lecture connects with Hyman Minsky's cashflow-oriented view of the economy, which we will discuss on Wednesday. Note: The link to the Fed release in the lecture notes doesn't work anymore. Here's the latest version (Fourth Quarter 2022). The sources and uses matrices are on pages 1 and 2 (color-coded red). Part 1: FT: Dealer of Last Resort
When I heard the news of another round of quantitative easing in the US last week, my first thought was that Mario Draghi should have done the same. Instead, the president of the European Central Bank opted for a conditional bond purchasing programme with an uncertain start date. In the meantime, the eurozone’s faltering economy needs a much more determined monetary stimulus, and it needs it right now.—QE would be right for Europe, tooThe idea with dealer of last resort is that the central bank offers to buy an unlimited quantity of an asset at a particular price. This installs a floor below which the price cannot go—and hence a ceiling on the yield/interest rate. In the fall of 2012, the ECB is announcing its Outright Monetary Transactions (OMT) program, which offers to buy the sovereign debt of European member countries that need help—possibly Italy and Spain. This is the "monetizing government debt" operation we've seen before. https://preview.redd.it/prt8l004ws2b1.png?width=714&format=png&auto=webp&s=d2ddcd4b04bd5a679f2fd22b3a7c88564e770dc6 The problem with the OMT program is that it only backstops sovereign debt if the countries ask for it and if they agree to certain conditions. But it can be problematic to ask for help. So the question is whether the OMT will have its desired effect if it never gets used/activated. Nearly nine years later, I think the answer is: partly. Although the announcement of the program did help drive down interest rates, as far as I can tell the ECB has still never actually done any OMT purchases. Here's a Bloomberg article from 2020. As of last year, Mario Draghi is now Prime Minister of Italy. Part 2: Reading: Hyman MinskyAs we'll see in the reading next week, Minsky thought about the economy in terms of cashflows. His financial instability hypothesis was based on the idea that the financial sector becomes more brittle as it becomes more difficult for everyone to line up their cash inflows with their commitments—the "survival constraint" binds more tightly.This can all happen without anyone becoming insolvent at any time. Part 3: Payments: Money and CreditIn a "pure money" system, nobody ever borrows from each other. People make payments only by passing back and forth money assets. Whether that money is represented as physical coins/tokens/notes or merely as entries on a balance sheet, it's something that the people spending the money can't create more of.https://preview.redd.it/2c18yui6ws2b1.png?width=655&format=png&auto=webp&s=2e586f87ce8ed375c21615ffaecd38e3eb5321fb Such a system is, of course, impossible. People will always find ways to borrow from each other to introduce elasticity. On the other end of the spectrum is a "pure credit" system: https://preview.redd.it/fatx72q8ws2b1.png?width=716&format=png&auto=webp&s=91f4d751a4716b82b1b339d49c72bcc112b067d0 The above balance sheet shows payment by issuance. This creates a new IOU from the buyer to the seller of the goods. This expands credit in the economy. There's also payment by set-off where the buyer crosses off a debt owed to him by the seller. This contracts credit. https://preview.redd.it/biuna09bws2b1.png?width=739&format=png&auto=webp&s=e014786b164f28cba54cd5c3e70f5932a261f77a And, for completeness, we can imagine the buyer taking on a liability that was previously owed by the seller. Credit neither expands nor contracts. This is payment by novation. https://preview.redd.it/b0gjwztdws2b1.png?width=708&format=png&auto=webp&s=00586607d20d988ebe14024c1a2b8645b833bbc4 In the credit payment system, the quantity of outstanding credit increases and decreases as payments are made. That means the quantity of assets—and liabilities—expands and contracts. In the real world, there's both money and credit. Holding a buffer of money reserves allows us to make payments without lining them up perfectly against cash inflows. Money is credit that's issued above you in the money-credit hierarchy. Banks, who sit above you in the hierarchy, create elasticity by swapping their liabilities for your liabilities. What's money to you (bank deposits) is a form of credit from the perspective of the banking system. https://preview.redd.it/gxppa00hws2b1.png?width=811&format=png&auto=webp&s=8aaebbad8b15e10a0c6553c7cf357c647acd0c14 Notice that by using a bank as an intermediary, the overall payment system still behaves as a credit system. You pay using something that looks like money to you, but the bank created that money as credit. On his BU site, Perry links to two helpful YouTube videos by the Bank of England: The first video explains that money is a special form of generally acceptable IOU. In today's world, instead of being directly redeemable for something like gold, the central bank does other things to ensure the integrity of the monetary standard and to manage the stability (or instability) of the credit superstructure that rests on top of it. The second video discusses "endogenous" money creation, narrow money versus broad money (hierarchy), and the effects of quantitative easing. Even for the "narrow money" issued by the central bank, they don't get to choose how much of it they issue. It has to endogenously adjust based on what's necessary for stable monetary conditions. Part 4: Payments: Discipline and ElasticityIn our first example, the discipline came from the limited quantity of money—when either side ran out of money, they could no longer buy and trade stopped. In the second example, the discipline comes from the bilateral credit limit. In the third example the discipline comes from the credit limit and terms imposed by the bank on each borrower, and the elasticity comes from the willingness of the bank to swap its own IOU (which is money) for IOUs farther down the hierarchy (which are credit).—Lecture NotesBanks can impose discipline from above by refusing to expand their credit, which is your money. We can imagine credit limits as representing balance sheets' capacity to expand. And that capacity can bounce around depending on how much people trust each other, how much they trust financial conditions, and the capacity/willingness of lenders to expand credit. Part 5: The Survival ConstraintTo analyze the flow of money, we can think of all "economic units" (people, firms, governments, etc.) as banks. Everybody is a "money-flow" operation. Everybody faces a survival (liquidity/reserve/settlement) constraint.To analyze how financial commitments affect the economy it is necessary to look at economic units in terms of their cash flows. The cash-flow approach looks at all units—be they households, corporations, state and municipal governments, or even national governments—as if they were banks.(Minsky 1986, p. 198)For an economic agent to remain functional, it must be able to meet its cash commitments as they come due. If you can't make a promised payment, you're in trouble. In terms of day-to-day operations, you don't necessarily have to be solvent (assets > liabilities). You just have to be liquid enough to make your promised payments. You can continue doing business for a long time, even if you're insolvent. But not if you're illiquid. "Liquidity kills you quick."—Perry Mehrling Part 6: Sources and Uses AccountsA key feature of the sources and uses framework is that it allows us to categorize cash flows. Different categories of sources and uses have different properties and represent different constraints. Mehrling breaks sources and uses into four categories: Goods, Financial Assets, Financial Debts, and Money.Each category's source corresponds to a type of liquidity.
Dishoarding is the only source that requires no counterparty. Separating out assets and liabilities emphasizes that agents manage their gross liabilities, not just their net debts. Each and every cash commitment needs to be fulfilled. The sources and uses accounts represent payment flows, whereas the balance sheets we're used to represent stocks. Sources and uses can be translated into balance sheet changes.
We put the goods and services "above the line." The other three categories of sources and uses are below-the-line financial accounts. What's possible above the line (goods and services) is determined by what happens below the line (financial). This MOOC focuses mostly on what's below the line. We don't revisit sources and uses much in later lectures, but have a look at this blog post by Daniel Neilson for more intuition on sources and uses.
Part 7: Payment Example: Money and CreditIn this part, we use sources and uses to compare a cash payment to a credit card payment. I've also translated the examples into balance sheets, so we can see how the two notations map onto each other. We can use the Clavero color-coding convention for both.Here's the simpler cash payment: https://preview.redd.it/v9d72ofkws2b1.png?width=596&format=png&auto=webp&s=fc398ecf09ca2ca37a39f64b4fcbb36d22b2e7dd And here's the balance-sheet version: https://preview.redd.it/yrb15w3mws2b1.png?width=538&format=png&auto=webp&s=1b7593822a91aefe82054e58bb040f7b4d258ddb It's just an asset swap. Each party ends up with what the other party started with. Here's the balance-sheet version of the credit card payment: https://preview.redd.it/2y2auy6ows2b1.png?width=1013&format=png&auto=webp&s=b44b6d1cd3e51c1a6098b4c726bff585699712b3 And the sources-and-uses version: https://preview.redd.it/k7do44vtws2b1.png?width=870&format=png&auto=webp&s=c37765f6a4d55b9dfdfcd3d7cf67a4b592797162 The two main parties (Perry and Vareli) ended up with what the other person started with. But more complicated stuff happened along the way. I've also partitioned the balance into time periods starting from top to bottom. The sources and uses, on the other hand, are partitioned by their categories. Notice that each issuance is paired up with its eventual set-off. This is possible because the credit expansion that facilitated the payment eventually contracted back down. Several different credit-related transactions happen "below the line." These transactions don't directly buy goods and services, but they ultimately facilitate payments for goods and services that take place "above the line." Paying attention to what happens below the line can help us understand what happens above the line. Mehrling's lecture notes further break down the Vareli credit card payment example into separate sources and uses diagrams for the three steps. We can do that here using our payment-type color coding. First, Perry makes the credit payment to get the dinner. https://preview.redd.it/x41b5dewws2b1.png?width=873&format=png&auto=webp&s=caa11606efa4564bbebea276650efd3c92a63ea6 The Goods line represents a "payment by assignment" of the dinner. The asset and debt lines together represent an "IOU swap." Vareli settles with Mastercard at the end of the day—and the end of every day. https://preview.redd.it/4t98iuzyws2b1.png?width=874&format=png&auto=webp&s=2926e8ddd974896a27ba6fb2d5e730d96f7bf70c Perry settles with Mastercard at the end of the month—and the end of every month. https://preview.redd.it/1nqu7r01xs2b1.png?width=873&format=png&auto=webp&s=7b139f125bfd9b65e1a23b9b5efaab1d46ea0ed4 Balance-sheet liabilities (financial debts) only ever represent a specific type of use: repayment. Liabilities represent time patterns of future cash commitments. You have promised to repay at various times in the future. You could also novate the asset to repay it sooner. If you fail to match your previously committed use with a corresponding source, you've failed to meet your cash commitment with a cash flow. You've defaulted. Financial assets represent a specific type of source: liquidation. The asset's time pattern of cash flows is a time pattern of liquidation. You could also sell the asset to liquidate it sooner. Since we haven't seen novation on a sources and uses table, let's do that now. When a payment is made in the banking system, a portfolio transfer happens between banks. Here it is in sources and uses: https://preview.redd.it/yv5vkod4xs2b1.png?width=845&format=png&auto=webp&s=977d1a7472ed7972fbbee91a5d1f0613d0e1a0ee For Bank A, the dishoarding of reserves is the source of funds used to repay the deposits. Notice that there's no set-off happening here. The debt still exists. It's just been transferred to Bank B. For Bank B, the borrowing of deposits is the source of funds, which are hoarded as reserves. Again, the borrowing doesn't happen through the issuance of new debt. It happens through acquiring deposit liabilities that Bank A previously held (novation). We have yet to see hierarchy/alchemy in a sources and uses table, so let's do that now. Below is an example from Mehrling that's not in the lectures. https://preview.redd.it/y74317jhxs2b1.png?width=593&format=png&auto=webp&s=29b5773f8d191159637a55f5234c249454ad8164 Notice that the bank is borrowing as its source of funds. The corresponding use of funds for the borrower is hoarding. Hierarchy is the only case when hoarding and dishoarding are not paired in rule #2. In this case, the bank is above the borrower. Part 8: Flow of Funds AccountsIn NIPA accounts, the emphasis is on value added and employment, so we focus on final production. But used goods are also exchanged, and also financial assets. These exchanges are shunted off to one side by NIPA but are at the same level of analysis in FoF. Indeed, in FoF the sale of goods and the sale of assets are equivalent ways of achieving a source of funds.—Lecture NotesIf we pretend that the payment system is a "pure money" system, then an expansion of credit just looks like an increase in the velocity of the fixed amount of money. The Flow of Funds accounts exhibit statistical discrepancies partly because it's impossible to record all financial promises, agreements, and expectations on balance sheets. And they were designed before financial innovations such as derivatives. We can still conceptualize any of these things as being on an implicit balance sheet. But to the extent that we regulate what's on firms' explicit balance sheets, it can push financial arrangements off the explicit balance sheet.
Part 9: The Survival Constraint, ReduxThe central concern from a banking perspective is not solvency but liquidity, i.e., the survival constraint. Are current cash inflows sufficient to cover current cash outflow commitments? If yes, then we satisfy the survival constraint.—Lecture NotesCredit allows us to delay the settlement/survival/reserve constraint. Of the sources of funds, only dishoarding is dependable during a crisis. If you have the money you can always dishoard it to make a payment. To sell an asset (or a good), or to borrow, you need a buyer or a lender. Market liquidity and funding liquidity require counterparties. Part 10: Liquidity, Long and ShortThe key to Minsky is the alignment of cashflows and commitments in time. The economy consists of a web of interconnected agents with patterns of cash inflow and patterns of cash commitments going out into the future. Liquidity constraints anticipated in the future have consequences for today.Because banks borrow short and lend long, they're always potentially vulnerable to cashflow mismatches (i.e. liquidity problems). In Minsky's terminology, banks are never "hedge units." They can't be. They always have to worry about rolling over their funding. Agents that are under liquidity stress (i.e. up against the survival constraint) have to borrow. In this case, borrowing has nothing to do with time preferences or information about the market. It's not a choice. Part 11: Financial Fragility, Flows and Stockshttps://preview.redd.it/dmji06xkxs2b1.png?width=321&format=png&auto=webp&s=b703af6db92931be87e0d64223d21ef22a063f0aWe're used to balance sheets representing stocks of assets and liabilities. Flows represent changes in those assets and liabilities. Expected future flows tell us how the balance sheets are expected to change in the future. Stocks represent residuals of past cashflows and promises of future cashflows. The balance between the pattern of cashflows and cash commitments is important for individuals, but also important for the economy as a whole. Crisis shows up in the money-market rate of interest as agents under liquidity stress become desperate and bid up the price of liquidity. Solvency problems can become liquidity problems and liquidity problems can become solvency problems. For our purposes the question of solvency is interesting mainly as an outer bound on the credit limit facing each agent. Intuitively it makes sense that that credit limit will be somehow related to the net worth. Solvent agents have unused borrowing power on their balance sheets which they can potentially mobilize to make payments. Thus we can see how asset price fluctuations can cause fluctuations in borrowing power, which might have consequences for immediate liquidity. Solvency problems can easily become liquidity problems. —Lecture NotesPlease post any questions and comments below. We will have a one-hour live discussion of Lecture 3 and Lecture 4 on Monday May 29th at 2:00pm EDT. |
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So I used to be with the post office. I like it too. I was a mail handler and that meant I was in the back, tossing packages and trays of letters.
Well there was one coworker we’ll call M, but she was not the most liked there by anyone. But she was a part of the union. Thing is, she barely worked, she badmouthed people, and had a special schedule between 2nd and 3rd shift. Yet despite that, she kept her position there.
Well one day I got fed up with her and said “f*ck M!” And things went south there. I never said it to her, and it was once, but management acted like it was harassment, as well as taking a joke I made out of context and making it racist. So eventually they let me go, supposedly for poor performance because I also wasn’t catching the mistakes of the coworkers even though that wasn’t my job as I was still on the bottom rung, not the team lead or whatever. Plus despite me apologizing for the “racist” joke and being more friendly with M, they kept acting like I was repeating it over and over.
So yeah, I’m glad to be gone if they were gonna do that, even if I could’ve used the money, but it still pops in my mind from time to time, plus I go to the next town over to do laundry, which is just down the road from the post office I used to work at, so I’m constantly reminded of that job and feeing like I was robbed of a job I loved and almost needed. It just makes me upset to think about
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Well there was one coworker we’ll call M, but she was not the most liked there by anyone. But she was a part of the union. Thing is, she barely worked, she badmouthed people, and had a special schedule between 2nd and 3rd shift. Yet despite that, she kept her position there.
Well one day I got fed up with her and said “f*ck M!” And things went south there. I never said it to her, and it was once, but management acted like it was harassment, as well as taking a joke I made out of context and making it racist. So eventually they let me go, supposedly for poor performance because I also wasn’t catching the mistakes of the coworkers even though that wasn’t my job as I was still on the bottom rung, not the team lead or whatever. Plus despite me apologizing for the “racist” joke and being more friendly with M, they kept acting like I was repeating it over and over.
So yeah, I’m glad to be gone if they were gonna do that, even if I could’ve used the money, but it still pops in my mind from time to time, plus I go to the next town over to do laundry, which is just down the road from the post office I used to work at, so I’m constantly reminded of that job and feeing like I was robbed of a job I loved and almost needed. It just makes me upset to think about
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2023.05.29 11:41 VexTrooper Terran Contact - Lassus Station - Part II
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>>Lassus System, Orbit of Lasu, Lassus Station, Early 2670
>Corporal Strider, Jace C. 4th ODR Battalion, Raptor Company, Squad Four
Strider and the rest of Raptor Squad had found themselves in the central engineering chamber, as directed by the digital way-point set on their helmet's heads-up display.
The number of corpses had lessened, and they were free from those sights, at least for the moment, but were now presented with the engineering department of the station. If not for their built-in night vision, then their portion of the station would be pitch black.
Some of the doors they came across had to be torched and breached with smaller controlled explosions with the use of a thermite door breaching charge. By now, they had used their final charge on the door to the central power core room.
"Strider, radio in, we're turning on the station," ordered his sergeant.
"Copy," Strider replied, prepping his comms pack, "Command! This is Raptor 4-4! Do you copy?! We found the power core, booting up now!"
As one of the lower enlisted began the sequence, Strider heard over his radio to essentially abort, but the station had already run its sequence, and the lights in the room illuminated their visors, almost blinding them.
"Turn off your NVs!" ordered the sergeant.
With a press of a button, they manually turned off their enhanced night vision and were now met with fluorescent lighting, which felt almost dizzying to him and some of his compatriots.
"Always hated this light, to think they use it too," commented a nearby corporal, their name 'Castor' spelled out on his armor just above his mid-chest.
"You said it, shit gets on my nerves," Strider replied, "Couldn't they have used something more...natural?"
Strider was referring to the lights aboard TRSC vessels that used light in between incandescent and fluorescent. However, light usage was much more diversified on ships in the modern day and this went for many of the living areas aboard ships that used mostly warm light while hallways and office spaces used cool light.
"The TRSC still use the same light, man," the opposing corporal responded to Strider, "But I agree. It would be nice if we got better light."
As the two conversed, the squad received an ominous message that felt like it came from within their heads.
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"What the hell was that?! It sounded like it was in my head." One of the raiders said. His transmission was filled with static, but was still clear compared to the message they had just received.
"Minerva, what was it?" came over the radio from the Admiral.
"Unknown. It did come, undoubtedly, from the station. I urge the raiders to expedite their process to the intelligence archives before whatever it was we woke up swarms them."
"You heard her boys! Get that intel, then we can blow that station into the planet," the Admiral said with haste and his squad responded with a resounding 'Aye Sir!'
With the systems now running, they were given a new way-point that led to a door opposite where they had entered. They tried to open it, but to no avail.
"Castor, breach it!" ordered their sergeant.
"Out of charges, gotta do it manually," he replied, bringing out a manual breach torch.
"Do it!" Castor nodded and began to work with another working the other half of the door.
The room was situated with only two entries, their original and another across from it. Situated in the center was the main core operating system in the heart of the station. There existed a series of pipes that extended from the core's computer, which they used for cover and supported aim.
"Minerva, do we have an idea of the hostile contact?" Strider called to the AI.
"They are mechanical in nature, presumably the automated workforce that inhabited the station. I would assume them to be extremely hostile..."
"Noted," he replied, reiterating the information to the squad. The squad's communications operator oversaw a direct line to higher command, but orders from an AI are usually disseminated to the squad simultaneously, but to ensure no confusion, a verbal reiteration was needed. This was mainly because personnel comms had a habit of not transmitting over a wider band.
As they aimed toward their last entrance, they noted small red dots on the bottom of their HUD. The distance set was 25 meters for the radius, revealing how close the enemy was.
From the entrance, it was a linear hallway that took a sharp left turn from their perspective and as the dot rounded a corner, they saw it.
It was a robot that looked similar in height to a Sellian but had lanky arms that dropped to his knee joint with what looked to be a captain's hat placed atop it at a crooked angle. It had a painted expression on its once black exterior in the form of eyes and a smile colored with dried Sellian blood. In its right hand, it held a pointed object that shined from the light above it and stood still.
They noticed on their mini-map that the dots ceased their movement with the revelation of the autonomous bot.
"I don't know what the fuck that thing is, but it ain't right," one of the raiders said, training his sight on the dome of the imitation.
Agreement sounded from those around him when a sharp mechanical screech sounded from the creature. It pointed its weapon at the squad and the dots that ceased now began to move, more rapidly and rounded the corner with a quick paste unlike before.
The robots that revealed themselves were similar to the one in the hat, and many had tools fashioned for combat that shared the same discoloration upon the one from before, dried green Sellian blood.
The squad then began firing into the crowd of advancing murder bots. They went down easy, but their HUD showed a steady stream flowing into the corridor. To conserve ammo, two of the Raiders maintained suppressive fire into the corridor with a belt-fed squad automatic weapon, the K-Tac M506 SAW.
"Castor! How long until that door is open?!" demanded the sergeant.
"Almost got it!" he said and with a thud, the melted portions fell back on themselves, "It's open!"
With their new access, raiders began filtering through to the next area, covering those in the rear with continuous fire as the robots consumed the hallway. Bodies of the hostiles filled most of the corridor, making it difficult for their traversal, subsequently making them stumble among their fallen comrades.
"Raptor," Minerva said, "I have managed to gain access to doors, but access to larger systems is still beyond my command. I have found a likely possibility for the source of the murderous automatons."
"Where to?" responded Strider as the group moved forward, taking down a straggler of the same robot they previously fired upon.
"I am detecting a large electrical signature, not native to the station and separate from the core within the station's central archive intelligence department. You will most likely find your culprit there."
"Much obliged," he said, informing his sergeant, "Got us a way-point? With the least resistance if possible."
Another door opened, and several shots rang out, this time against two larger robots in similar form to the smaller ones.
"They're starting to get big, Minerva!"
A Brief Silence followed before the way-point on their HUD was updated.
"Thanks!"
"Of Course, Corporal"
Raptor Squad proceeded on their new route, encountering less than before. They were consistently being followed, so to prevent them from catching up, Castor was responsible for the sealing of the doors, which he did by disabling the access panel beside the doors to prevent electrical or manual operation.
He and his partner quickly added a weld at key joints for the doors before leaving to meet with the rest of the group.
"Raptor Squad," Minerva spoke out, "You are close to the intelligence archives. I am detecting multiple signatures in the chamber. Exercise caution."
"Roger," said the sergeant, "Let's go, Raptors! Double time!"
Strider followed in the center of the group as they made their way to the archive room. From what he could recall, most of the enemy was behind them being held back by the shoddily welded doors, but they soon began to hear loud banging that echoed throughout the halls.
Noticing the implication, they followed their route with haste, taking down several small lone robots as seen before. Occasionally, they would encounter a larger cluster, but a well-placed grenade made short work of the enemy.
As the point man rounded a corner, a shot rang out, landing its mark on his chest. A short yell was sounded, and the Raider fell on his back, now motionless.
"Dammit! They hit Ollie!" shouted the raider closest to him as he raised his left fist at a ninety-degree angle signifying the rest of the group to halt, "Ollie! You hear me!?"
Silence followed, raising the Raider's temperament to a higher level.
"Strider!" called the Sergeant, "Do we have air support yet? We'll need it when we get out of here!"
"Wait one!" replied Strider as shots from the Raiders now began their exchange with an enemy just down the hall, "Command! Raptor! How are we on air support!?"
"Troop transport is inbound and circling. Fighter support is available when you are clear with the intel."
"Copy!" he turned to the Sergeant, "We got it, but we need the intel first before they can support us!"
He nodded and gave orders to the idle Raiders.
"Split up, fire team alpha; stay here and prepare for a push. Fire team bravo, take the flank. There's a maintenance tunnel that runs on the sides that run along the side of the interior. That'll be your entry point! Go now!"
Raptors eight through twelve did as ordered and went back the way they came before taking a left. Several shots rang out, but Strider noticed all five were still together on his mini-map before ultimately traveling beyond his sensors.
"Allow me to assists," Minerva added, "I have managed to manipulate surface-level sensors. Your advance should be masked from the enemy for the moment, but it won't be long before they regain control of their systems."
"Understood," Strider relayed the new information, and the Raiders began their assault into the room.
After exchanging shots, another Raider was successful in bringing to cover, Ollie, and began field triage. He took a shot of a kinetic round that embedded itself mid-way through the up-armored chest plate. The round was moderately large, and the corpsman took out a medical device that could take a close - up x-ray scan of the patient, adding to his diagnostic.
As he did so, he returned to the sergeant with his analysis.
"Took a large kinetic round to his upper chest, he has a pulse, but it's weak. Hit him hard enough to knock him out..."
He pulled the bullet out, and it was mushroomed with a thin central canal within the mushroomed pattern. He shook his head and began treating the downed patient, "an Armor-Piercing round, steel core got lodged in his scapula. He has to get off this station!"
The sergeant, who stayed with fire team alpha, furrowed his eyes in frustration, "Strider, get a med evac. We've got a casualty. Hi-Pri!"
He nodded in response and updated command on their request. It was met with affirmation, but he was issued to first complete their initial objective.
"You have your orders. Secure the intel first and you’ll have your ride."
Strider tried to negotiate with a more expedition evac, but he was met with the same response.
"Sergeant! Intel comes first, then we get our evac..."
"Dammit!" he replied, anger infused with every pronunciation, "Bravo!? you ready?!"
A call of affirmation came through the comms and the assault was a go.
"Move it, Alpha!"
The point man swapped with a man behind him that wielded a squad automatic weapon and let pass a wall of lead that mangled and tore any within direct site of the hallway. Similarly, from within the chamber, a controlled explosion erupted from the right wall that threw shrapnel into the nearby automatons.
They deftly exited their abrupt entrance and sent well-placed shots into the barely working droids. Those that survived were scattered behind cover in the corners of the room and after the initial assault. They left their cover and tried to fire into their enemy but were met with perfectly executed return fire that promptly ended them, ensuring Terran control.
"Clear!"
"All Clear!"
"Clear here!"
Responses were sounded from the Raiders as they swept the room from door to door.
"Secure those hatches and prepare to extract the data. Strider, that's you!"
The other Raiders secured their entrances and began marking them with large amounts of X4 explosive, while Strider began diving into the Sellian computer systems. By fastening similar cables to a modified cabal adapter, he was successful in creating a link to properly communicate with their systems from his personal data pad.
The cable used was a newly fashioned universal cable designed to integrate seamlessly into their systems shortly after integration from Chief Commander Yorla's fleet. Granted, it was done without their knowledge.
With an update headed by Minerva herself, he was able to read, translate and download all data from the central archives' computer.
As he was nearing completion, he was notified of a presence behind him. It was his Sergeant.
"How's it coming along?"
"Steady. We're gathering a lot, but at this rate, those bots will be on us in no time..."
The Sergeant returned to his post and let Strider continue his work. In terms of tech literacy, Strider was competent in what he needed to do, and this task was no different.
"68...71...73..." he whispered to himself as he monitored the download status, "Lookin' good..."
As the status percentage reached '92%', it stalled, for an unusual amount of time...
"What the hell..." he said to himself again, this time re-checking the hard connection he adapted, questioning whether he applied them correctly. When is minor investigation yielded no further results, the screen morphed into a series of unknown symbols and a display that resembled a frozen screen that had glitched itself into a dreaded blue error screen.
[>>C3ase_y0uR_atk!!=_1nVad3r.!..
"Minerva!" he called out, "We got an issue!"
He connected a second display to the first, and it worked as a back-up troubleshooting display.
"I am aware, Corporal. I have preloaded your data pad with a countermeasure."
"What kind of countermeasure?" he reiterated.
"A digital combat malware for our guest. I do apologize for the previous device," she said as Strider looked to the first pad in question. It was visually smoking from overheating components. By rerouting the remaining data to the second pad, he was able to finish the download and recovered the data from the first by extracting a removable drive. He plugged in the external drive and found that with the previous 92% and the remaining 8% downloaded onto the second, their mission with a success.
"Thanks, get us the quickest route out of here, we have wounded," he said, packing his device into a secure pouch.
As he got up, pounding was heard from their initial entrance and shots were now heard from their improvised entrance.
"Bogies in the maintenance tunnels! Frag 'em!" ordered one Raider that led the Bravo fire team that let loose a grenade followed by a couple more. The shock wave of the explosion was felt at the center console as Strider readied his rifle.
He checked his magazines and saw he was still sufficient with ammo, unlike some of his brothers.
As the fighting intensified, the doors were cracked open, letting through only a couple of bots at a time. His squad fired into the enemy that broke through, as well as firing into the newly made crevice by the automated enemy.
"I thought we took what was controlling them!" stated one Raider as he threw a grenade into the cracked entrance, hitting a peeking bot before blowing it and others around it into nothing, "Shouldn't they be shut down!?"
Strider felt the same way. Their data collection was anti-climactic, and the supposed tussle with the enemy program lasted for less than only a minute.
Before he could wonder any more about the subject, an update was issued on their HUD, leading to the poorly manned door they left to only one other Raider.
"The route you need for extraction is through those doors. Continued straight until told otherwise."
Strider acknowledged, as did his Sergeant, and he began routing troops to their extract. The indicators on their mini-maps proved that they had sparse enemy combatants, at least those that moved, and they opened the door. They fired their shots into the clueless bots that barely had time to direct their attention to their invaders before being dispatched.
As Minerva said, they continued straight until a new way-point was displayed to change their route. Now, with their casualty base growing little by little, their overall speed had slowed. Some limped as they received rounds to their legs in the soft armor of their under suit from enemy AP rounds.
"This ain't looking good, Minerva," Strider stated as he glided as the pace of the wounded, "How much further?"
"Not much longer, Corporal. I will advise, however, to seal any suit punctures with a temporary vacuum seal component."
"Noted," he replied curtly as they entered a final door.
Past the door, they were met with the blackness of the void, but now the sun illuminated the space, revealing the same gruesome scenes of violently expired Sellians.
A way-point led to their next entrance, which led to the thin array of the port docking tubes reserved for the larger ships. From where they stood, a ship was seen docked at the end of their tube.
It was a sleek looking ship that had a wide cross-section, but its profile was slim. It was a large-sized ship that could be manned by a singular pilot or manned by a crew of six.
The ship itself was a Galaxy-Class Cutter that was outfitted with a series of medical bays that each offered spots for varying degrees of injuries sustained. It had its own series of weapons for self-defense but served well within areas of operation where they had air superiority.
Strider then turned to the group and told them of their vacuum seal component and to check all for punctures in their suits.
It was a spray that was applied to the external portions of their under suit and created a temporary seal from space, and served as a crucial tool in any space-farer's box.
As they entered the docking tube, a call from a Raider in the rear notified the group of a mass of bots emerging from the sides of the station along the main roads.
"Move!" Ordered their Sergeant.
Already fatigued and gasping for air, the Raiders complied and pushed themselves beyond, especially now with their extraction so close.
The Raiders covered the rear as they descended further into the tube, and the bodies of automated bots that littered the entrance began to clog it.
Those that made their way closer to their exit provided cover for those in the rear, as some of the enemy would make it past the debris and charge their position. Very few carried fire arms and now there were mostly droids with shoddily made melee weapons that attempted to charge, each meeting the same fate.
They secured the entrance and the wounded were filed in followed by the main body, then the rear guard. Strider and Castor were now the last in the squad to secure the rear when they were met with a singular bot that stood not far from their position.
"What the hell..." Castor sounded out.
It was the same bot that wore a bloodied captain's hat with a face painted on its exterior from the blood of Sellians. It was unarmed, which caught both Raiders off guard. As Castor and Strider raised their weapons to shoot, it raised its hands in a motion of surrender as it moved slowly towards them.
"Get the FUCK back!" Commanded Castor to no avail. He fired a shot into its waist strut, causing it to collapse on its backside.
Strider was about to deliver the final blow when it pulled an item from behind its head. It was cylindrical with a silver tube that matched the size of its small metal hands with a red button at the top.
Sudden realization hit and both Strider and Castor fired into the bot but in the split second of their pull of the trigger, a flash of light erupted from the robot, engulfing the tube in a concussive blast that tore it from its structure, hurdling Castor and Strider around in the tube and eventually, into space.
Strider soon regain consciousness but woke to the cries of his squad mate, Castor, and to the gun fire of the slowly retreating cutter ship. Large objects flew around it that fired down on the ship. The fighter escorts were now firing at the new enemy, and soon their silhouettes vanished beyond the void.
"G-get the fuck back!"
Strider struggled to orient himself as his suit was not equipped for EVA, but eventually traced a line of silver and gray that reflected the sun to the cry in question.
He noticed sparks of light near the tip of an ever extending spire towards the way-point of his comrade.
Again, cries of desperation filled his comms as he activated his helmet's zoom-in function toward Castor. From his distance, he was able to make out his figure as well as those extending towards him.
"Get off me, you bastards!!"
Several flashes of light followed, and the destruction of a nearby robot shattered away into the void in all directions.
The spire consisted of the murderous bots attaching to one another towards their prey like a fungus. He called for emergency pick-up and tried to get Castor's attention when he felt a pressure on his ankle.
When he looked down, he was met with a similarly painted face as the droid that blew up their tunnel, with a dried green wastefully painted on its facial exterior.
Fear grabbed him, and Strider by instinct reached for his handgun and fired several shots into the face of the bot.
He looked at Castor, and they had grasped him in their metal claws and began tearing away at his armor as he screamed.
"G-get the FUCK...OFF ME!" He thrashed at the enemy.
His weapons drifted from their sling with spent magazines that orbited with him as he used every bit of his tool set to waste on the enemy. He fired into them with his pistol, and after it was empty, he readily switched to a knife that was situated on his lower back. The debris of the robot menace grew, but so did their advance.
Strider turned to his own group now and fired well-placed shots into the oncoming horde. Their advance was quick and unexpected and gave both little room to breathe.
No more than several minutes had passed, and help still had not come. He grew anxious, and this was helped by his increasingly fatigued comrade.
Soon, his savage thrashing had come to an end and the horde he had kept away quickly overtook him when a call came through to Strider.
"I can't do this, Jace..."
"I'm sure help is on it's way. Just, hang on!" Strider fired into several more droids before reloading and turned his attention back to Castor, who was now swarmed with automated menace.
"I ain't going out by the hands of some bots..."
"Wait-"
Before Strider could start his sentence, a flash of light took the place of Castor and all mater of materials scattered into the void, striking Strider and his own bots just moments after the explosion. A piece found its way onto his helmet, that jolted him with a headache. He quickly applied the last of his vacuum seal to the areas likely hit before throwing the empty canister at the encroaching enemy.
He fired some more rounds into the growing crowd, as well as some unused grenades, saving one for himself.
"C'mon you bastards! What?! You afraid to die?" Strider pulled his knife and kept the grenade in his offhand.
He motioned for them to approach with an antagonizing gesture, "Let's tango, you soulless abominations!"
They advanced to his provocation and he fought.
Instead of letting them have the pleasure of holding him, he decided to wrangle them first, using their mechanical bodies for leverage as he swiped, stabbed, punctured and yanked as loose cables, all in an effort to take as many he can, hoping for help to arrive.
Seconds that felt like minutes had passed and Strider was fatigued. His breathing was haggard and it felt heavy. He thought to himself the amount of time he spent in vacuum these last several moments and deemed that he must be reaching his max operating time. He was granted thirty minutes, but with his fight for survival, he greatly reduced it to several minutes. It was only a matter of time.
His eyes grew heavy, and his vision began to blur.
'Huh, so this is how I die? Real damn shame...' he thought to himself.
As his eyes closed, he let it take him and released himself to an eternal slumber, letting go of a primed grenade that drifted towards a fated enemy.
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>Enemy_Short_Range_Jammer: NEUTRALIZED
>Beacon_Isolated...
>Primary_Field_Objective_Issued_CRITICAL_PRIORITY: RETRIEVE_DATA_DRIVES/CPL_STRIDER
>Issuing_Secondary_Field_Objective: NEUTRALIZE_ENEMY_DRONES
>Enemy_Matrix_Analysis: %77.7758...
>Matrix_Analysis_Requires_CAPTURED_DATA
>Friendly_HUD(s): UPDATED
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>Secondary_Objective: COMPLETE
>Primary_Objective: IN_PROGRESS
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>>Lassus System, Orbit of Lasu, Lassus Station, Early 2670
>Corporal Strider, Jace C. 4th ODR Battalion, Raptor Company, Squad Four
Strider and the rest of Raptor Squad had found themselves in the central engineering chamber, as directed by the digital way-point set on their helmet's heads-up display.
The number of corpses had lessened, and they were free from those sights, at least for the moment, but were now presented with the engineering department of the station. If not for their built-in night vision, then their portion of the station would be pitch black.
Some of the doors they came across had to be torched and breached with smaller controlled explosions with the use of a thermite door breaching charge. By now, they had used their final charge on the door to the central power core room.
"Strider, radio in, we're turning on the station," ordered his sergeant.
"Copy," Strider replied, prepping his comms pack, "Command! This is Raptor 4-4! Do you copy?! We found the power core, booting up now!"
As one of the lower enlisted began the sequence, Strider heard over his radio to essentially abort, but the station had already run its sequence, and the lights in the room illuminated their visors, almost blinding them.
"Turn off your NVs!" ordered the sergeant.
With a press of a button, they manually turned off their enhanced night vision and were now met with fluorescent lighting, which felt almost dizzying to him and some of his compatriots.
"Always hated this light, to think they use it too," commented a nearby corporal, their name 'Castor' spelled out on his armor just above his mid-chest.
"You said it, shit gets on my nerves," Strider replied, "Couldn't they have used something more...natural?"
Strider was referring to the lights aboard TRSC vessels that used light in between incandescent and fluorescent. However, light usage was much more diversified on ships in the modern day and this went for many of the living areas aboard ships that used mostly warm light while hallways and office spaces used cool light.
"The TRSC still use the same light, man," the opposing corporal responded to Strider, "But I agree. It would be nice if we got better light."
As the two conversed, the squad received an ominous message that felt like it came from within their heads.
"What the hell was that?! It sounded like it was in my head." One of the raiders said. His transmission was filled with static, but was still clear compared to the message they had just received.
"Minerva, what was it?" came over the radio from the Admiral.
"Unknown. It did come, undoubtedly, from the station. I urge the raiders to expedite their process to the intelligence archives before whatever it was we woke up swarms them."
"You heard her boys! Get that intel, then we can blow that station into the planet," the Admiral said with haste and his squad responded with a resounding 'Aye Sir!'
With the systems now running, they were given a new way-point that led to a door opposite where they had entered. They tried to open it, but to no avail.
"Castor, breach it!" ordered their sergeant.
"Out of charges, gotta do it manually," he replied, bringing out a manual breach torch.
"Do it!" Castor nodded and began to work with another working the other half of the door.
The room was situated with only two entries, their original and another across from it. Situated in the center was the main core operating system in the heart of the station. There existed a series of pipes that extended from the core's computer, which they used for cover and supported aim.
"Minerva, do we have an idea of the hostile contact?" Strider called to the AI.
"They are mechanical in nature, presumably the automated workforce that inhabited the station. I would assume them to be extremely hostile..."
"Noted," he replied, reiterating the information to the squad. The squad's communications operator oversaw a direct line to higher command, but orders from an AI are usually disseminated to the squad simultaneously, but to ensure no confusion, a verbal reiteration was needed. This was mainly because personnel comms had a habit of not transmitting over a wider band.
As they aimed toward their last entrance, they noted small red dots on the bottom of their HUD. The distance set was 25 meters for the radius, revealing how close the enemy was.
From the entrance, it was a linear hallway that took a sharp left turn from their perspective and as the dot rounded a corner, they saw it.
It was a robot that looked similar in height to a Sellian but had lanky arms that dropped to his knee joint with what looked to be a captain's hat placed atop it at a crooked angle. It had a painted expression on its once black exterior in the form of eyes and a smile colored with dried Sellian blood. In its right hand, it held a pointed object that shined from the light above it and stood still.
They noticed on their mini-map that the dots ceased their movement with the revelation of the autonomous bot.
"I don't know what the fuck that thing is, but it ain't right," one of the raiders said, training his sight on the dome of the imitation.
Agreement sounded from those around him when a sharp mechanical screech sounded from the creature. It pointed its weapon at the squad and the dots that ceased now began to move, more rapidly and rounded the corner with a quick paste unlike before.
The robots that revealed themselves were similar to the one in the hat, and many had tools fashioned for combat that shared the same discoloration upon the one from before, dried green Sellian blood.
The squad then began firing into the crowd of advancing murder bots. They went down easy, but their HUD showed a steady stream flowing into the corridor. To conserve ammo, two of the Raiders maintained suppressive fire into the corridor with a belt-fed squad automatic weapon, the K-Tac M506 SAW.
"Castor! How long until that door is open?!" demanded the sergeant.
"Almost got it!" he said and with a thud, the melted portions fell back on themselves, "It's open!"
With their new access, raiders began filtering through to the next area, covering those in the rear with continuous fire as the robots consumed the hallway. Bodies of the hostiles filled most of the corridor, making it difficult for their traversal, subsequently making them stumble among their fallen comrades.
"Raptor," Minerva said, "I have managed to gain access to doors, but access to larger systems is still beyond my command. I have found a likely possibility for the source of the murderous automatons."
"Where to?" responded Strider as the group moved forward, taking down a straggler of the same robot they previously fired upon.
"I am detecting a large electrical signature, not native to the station and separate from the core within the station's central archive intelligence department. You will most likely find your culprit there."
"Much obliged," he said, informing his sergeant, "Got us a way-point? With the least resistance if possible."
Another door opened, and several shots rang out, this time against two larger robots in similar form to the smaller ones.
"They're starting to get big, Minerva!"
A Brief Silence followed before the way-point on their HUD was updated.
"Thanks!"
"Of Course, Corporal"
Raptor Squad proceeded on their new route, encountering less than before. They were consistently being followed, so to prevent them from catching up, Castor was responsible for the sealing of the doors, which he did by disabling the access panel beside the doors to prevent electrical or manual operation.
He and his partner quickly added a weld at key joints for the doors before leaving to meet with the rest of the group.
"Raptor Squad," Minerva spoke out, "You are close to the intelligence archives. I am detecting multiple signatures in the chamber. Exercise caution."
"Roger," said the sergeant, "Let's go, Raptors! Double time!"
Strider followed in the center of the group as they made their way to the archive room. From what he could recall, most of the enemy was behind them being held back by the shoddily welded doors, but they soon began to hear loud banging that echoed throughout the halls.
Noticing the implication, they followed their route with haste, taking down several small lone robots as seen before. Occasionally, they would encounter a larger cluster, but a well-placed grenade made short work of the enemy.
As the point man rounded a corner, a shot rang out, landing its mark on his chest. A short yell was sounded, and the Raider fell on his back, now motionless.
"Dammit! They hit Ollie!" shouted the raider closest to him as he raised his left fist at a ninety-degree angle signifying the rest of the group to halt, "Ollie! You hear me!?"
Silence followed, raising the Raider's temperament to a higher level.
"Strider!" called the Sergeant, "Do we have air support yet? We'll need it when we get out of here!"
"Wait one!" replied Strider as shots from the Raiders now began their exchange with an enemy just down the hall, "Command! Raptor! How are we on air support!?"
"Troop transport is inbound and circling. Fighter support is available when you are clear with the intel."
"Copy!" he turned to the Sergeant, "We got it, but we need the intel first before they can support us!"
He nodded and gave orders to the idle Raiders.
"Split up, fire team alpha; stay here and prepare for a push. Fire team bravo, take the flank. There's a maintenance tunnel that runs on the sides that run along the side of the interior. That'll be your entry point! Go now!"
Raptors eight through twelve did as ordered and went back the way they came before taking a left. Several shots rang out, but Strider noticed all five were still together on his mini-map before ultimately traveling beyond his sensors.
"Allow me to assists," Minerva added, "I have managed to manipulate surface-level sensors. Your advance should be masked from the enemy for the moment, but it won't be long before they regain control of their systems."
"Understood," Strider relayed the new information, and the Raiders began their assault into the room.
After exchanging shots, another Raider was successful in bringing to cover, Ollie, and began field triage. He took a shot of a kinetic round that embedded itself mid-way through the up-armored chest plate. The round was moderately large, and the corpsman took out a medical device that could take a close - up x-ray scan of the patient, adding to his diagnostic.
As he did so, he returned to the sergeant with his analysis.
"Took a large kinetic round to his upper chest, he has a pulse, but it's weak. Hit him hard enough to knock him out..."
He pulled the bullet out, and it was mushroomed with a thin central canal within the mushroomed pattern. He shook his head and began treating the downed patient, "an Armor-Piercing round, steel core got lodged in his scapula. He has to get off this station!"
The sergeant, who stayed with fire team alpha, furrowed his eyes in frustration, "Strider, get a med evac. We've got a casualty. Hi-Pri!"
He nodded in response and updated command on their request. It was met with affirmation, but he was issued to first complete their initial objective.
"You have your orders. Secure the intel first and you’ll have your ride."
Strider tried to negotiate with a more expedition evac, but he was met with the same response.
"Sergeant! Intel comes first, then we get our evac..."
"Dammit!" he replied, anger infused with every pronunciation, "Bravo!? you ready?!"
A call of affirmation came through the comms and the assault was a go.
"Move it, Alpha!"
The point man swapped with a man behind him that wielded a squad automatic weapon and let pass a wall of lead that mangled and tore any within direct site of the hallway. Similarly, from within the chamber, a controlled explosion erupted from the right wall that threw shrapnel into the nearby automatons.
They deftly exited their abrupt entrance and sent well-placed shots into the barely working droids. Those that survived were scattered behind cover in the corners of the room and after the initial assault. They left their cover and tried to fire into their enemy but were met with perfectly executed return fire that promptly ended them, ensuring Terran control.
"Clear!"
"All Clear!"
"Clear here!"
Responses were sounded from the Raiders as they swept the room from door to door.
"Secure those hatches and prepare to extract the data. Strider, that's you!"
The other Raiders secured their entrances and began marking them with large amounts of X4 explosive, while Strider began diving into the Sellian computer systems. By fastening similar cables to a modified cabal adapter, he was successful in creating a link to properly communicate with their systems from his personal data pad.
The cable used was a newly fashioned universal cable designed to integrate seamlessly into their systems shortly after integration from Chief Commander Yorla's fleet. Granted, it was done without their knowledge.
With an update headed by Minerva herself, he was able to read, translate and download all data from the central archives' computer.
As he was nearing completion, he was notified of a presence behind him. It was his Sergeant.
"How's it coming along?"
"Steady. We're gathering a lot, but at this rate, those bots will be on us in no time..."
The Sergeant returned to his post and let Strider continue his work. In terms of tech literacy, Strider was competent in what he needed to do, and this task was no different.
"68...71...73..." he whispered to himself as he monitored the download status, "Lookin' good..."
As the status percentage reached '92%', it stalled, for an unusual amount of time...
"What the hell..." he said to himself again, this time re-checking the hard connection he adapted, questioning whether he applied them correctly. When is minor investigation yielded no further results, the screen morphed into a series of unknown symbols and a display that resembled a frozen screen that had glitched itself into a dreaded blue error screen.
[>>C3ase_y0uR_atk!!=_1nVad3r.!..
"Minerva!" he called out, "We got an issue!"
He connected a second display to the first, and it worked as a back-up troubleshooting display.
"I am aware, Corporal. I have preloaded your data pad with a countermeasure."
"What kind of countermeasure?" he reiterated.
"A digital combat malware for our guest. I do apologize for the previous device," she said as Strider looked to the first pad in question. It was visually smoking from overheating components. By rerouting the remaining data to the second pad, he was able to finish the download and recovered the data from the first by extracting a removable drive. He plugged in the external drive and found that with the previous 92% and the remaining 8% downloaded onto the second, their mission with a success.
"Thanks, get us the quickest route out of here, we have wounded," he said, packing his device into a secure pouch.
As he got up, pounding was heard from their initial entrance and shots were now heard from their improvised entrance.
"Bogies in the maintenance tunnels! Frag 'em!" ordered one Raider that led the Bravo fire team that let loose a grenade followed by a couple more. The shock wave of the explosion was felt at the center console as Strider readied his rifle.
He checked his magazines and saw he was still sufficient with ammo, unlike some of his brothers.
As the fighting intensified, the doors were cracked open, letting through only a couple of bots at a time. His squad fired into the enemy that broke through, as well as firing into the newly made crevice by the automated enemy.
"I thought we took what was controlling them!" stated one Raider as he threw a grenade into the cracked entrance, hitting a peeking bot before blowing it and others around it into nothing, "Shouldn't they be shut down!?"
Strider felt the same way. Their data collection was anti-climactic, and the supposed tussle with the enemy program lasted for less than only a minute.
Before he could wonder any more about the subject, an update was issued on their HUD, leading to the poorly manned door they left to only one other Raider.
"The route you need for extraction is through those doors. Continued straight until told otherwise."
Strider acknowledged, as did his Sergeant, and he began routing troops to their extract. The indicators on their mini-maps proved that they had sparse enemy combatants, at least those that moved, and they opened the door. They fired their shots into the clueless bots that barely had time to direct their attention to their invaders before being dispatched.
As Minerva said, they continued straight until a new way-point was displayed to change their route. Now, with their casualty base growing little by little, their overall speed had slowed. Some limped as they received rounds to their legs in the soft armor of their under suit from enemy AP rounds.
"This ain't looking good, Minerva," Strider stated as he glided as the pace of the wounded, "How much further?"
"Not much longer, Corporal. I will advise, however, to seal any suit punctures with a temporary vacuum seal component."
"Noted," he replied curtly as they entered a final door.
Past the door, they were met with the blackness of the void, but now the sun illuminated the space, revealing the same gruesome scenes of violently expired Sellians.
A way-point led to their next entrance, which led to the thin array of the port docking tubes reserved for the larger ships. From where they stood, a ship was seen docked at the end of their tube.
It was a sleek looking ship that had a wide cross-section, but its profile was slim. It was a large-sized ship that could be manned by a singular pilot or manned by a crew of six.
The ship itself was a Galaxy-Class Cutter that was outfitted with a series of medical bays that each offered spots for varying degrees of injuries sustained. It had its own series of weapons for self-defense but served well within areas of operation where they had air superiority.
Strider then turned to the group and told them of their vacuum seal component and to check all for punctures in their suits.
It was a spray that was applied to the external portions of their under suit and created a temporary seal from space, and served as a crucial tool in any space-farer's box.
As they entered the docking tube, a call from a Raider in the rear notified the group of a mass of bots emerging from the sides of the station along the main roads.
"Move!" Ordered their Sergeant.
Already fatigued and gasping for air, the Raiders complied and pushed themselves beyond, especially now with their extraction so close.
The Raiders covered the rear as they descended further into the tube, and the bodies of automated bots that littered the entrance began to clog it.
Those that made their way closer to their exit provided cover for those in the rear, as some of the enemy would make it past the debris and charge their position. Very few carried fire arms and now there were mostly droids with shoddily made melee weapons that attempted to charge, each meeting the same fate.
They secured the entrance and the wounded were filed in followed by the main body, then the rear guard. Strider and Castor were now the last in the squad to secure the rear when they were met with a singular bot that stood not far from their position.
"What the hell..." Castor sounded out.
It was the same bot that wore a bloodied captain's hat with a face painted on its exterior from the blood of Sellians. It was unarmed, which caught both Raiders off guard. As Castor and Strider raised their weapons to shoot, it raised its hands in a motion of surrender as it moved slowly towards them.
"Get the FUCK back!" Commanded Castor to no avail. He fired a shot into its waist strut, causing it to collapse on its backside.
Strider was about to deliver the final blow when it pulled an item from behind its head. It was cylindrical with a silver tube that matched the size of its small metal hands with a red button at the top.
Sudden realization hit and both Strider and Castor fired into the bot but in the split second of their pull of the trigger, a flash of light erupted from the robot, engulfing the tube in a concussive blast that tore it from its structure, hurdling Castor and Strider around in the tube and eventually, into space.
Strider soon regain consciousness but woke to the cries of his squad mate, Castor, and to the gun fire of the slowly retreating cutter ship. Large objects flew around it that fired down on the ship. The fighter escorts were now firing at the new enemy, and soon their silhouettes vanished beyond the void.
"G-get the fuck back!"
Strider struggled to orient himself as his suit was not equipped for EVA, but eventually traced a line of silver and gray that reflected the sun to the cry in question.
He noticed sparks of light near the tip of an ever extending spire towards the way-point of his comrade.
Again, cries of desperation filled his comms as he activated his helmet's zoom-in function toward Castor. From his distance, he was able to make out his figure as well as those extending towards him.
"Get off me, you bastards!!"
Several flashes of light followed, and the destruction of a nearby robot shattered away into the void in all directions.
The spire consisted of the murderous bots attaching to one another towards their prey like a fungus. He called for emergency pick-up and tried to get Castor's attention when he felt a pressure on his ankle.
When he looked down, he was met with a similarly painted face as the droid that blew up their tunnel, with a dried green wastefully painted on its facial exterior.
Fear grabbed him, and Strider by instinct reached for his handgun and fired several shots into the face of the bot.
He looked at Castor, and they had grasped him in their metal claws and began tearing away at his armor as he screamed.
"G-get the FUCK...OFF ME!" He thrashed at the enemy.
His weapons drifted from their sling with spent magazines that orbited with him as he used every bit of his tool set to waste on the enemy. He fired into them with his pistol, and after it was empty, he readily switched to a knife that was situated on his lower back. The debris of the robot menace grew, but so did their advance.
Strider turned to his own group now and fired well-placed shots into the oncoming horde. Their advance was quick and unexpected and gave both little room to breathe.
No more than several minutes had passed, and help still had not come. He grew anxious, and this was helped by his increasingly fatigued comrade.
Soon, his savage thrashing had come to an end and the horde he had kept away quickly overtook him when a call came through to Strider.
"I can't do this, Jace..."
"I'm sure help is on it's way. Just, hang on!" Strider fired into several more droids before reloading and turned his attention back to Castor, who was now swarmed with automated menace.
"I ain't going out by the hands of some bots..."
"Wait-"
Before Strider could start his sentence, a flash of light took the place of Castor and all mater of materials scattered into the void, striking Strider and his own bots just moments after the explosion. A piece found its way onto his helmet, that jolted him with a headache. He quickly applied the last of his vacuum seal to the areas likely hit before throwing the empty canister at the encroaching enemy.
He fired some more rounds into the growing crowd, as well as some unused grenades, saving one for himself.
"C'mon you bastards! What?! You afraid to die?" Strider pulled his knife and kept the grenade in his offhand.
He motioned for them to approach with an antagonizing gesture, "Let's tango, you soulless abominations!"
They advanced to his provocation and he fought.
Instead of letting them have the pleasure of holding him, he decided to wrangle them first, using their mechanical bodies for leverage as he swiped, stabbed, punctured and yanked as loose cables, all in an effort to take as many he can, hoping for help to arrive.
Seconds that felt like minutes had passed and Strider was fatigued. His breathing was haggard and it felt heavy. He thought to himself the amount of time he spent in vacuum these last several moments and deemed that he must be reaching his max operating time. He was granted thirty minutes, but with his fight for survival, he greatly reduced it to several minutes. It was only a matter of time.
His eyes grew heavy, and his vision began to blur.
'Huh, so this is how I die? Real damn shame...' he thought to himself.
As his eyes closed, he let it take him and released himself to an eternal slumber, letting go of a primed grenade that drifted towards a fated enemy.
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>Enemy_Short_Range_Jammer: NEUTRALIZED
>Beacon_Isolated...
>Primary_Field_Objective_Issued_CRITICAL_PRIORITY: RETRIEVE_DATA_DRIVES/CPL_STRIDER
>Issuing_Secondary_Field_Objective: NEUTRALIZE_ENEMY_DRONES
>Enemy_Matrix_Analysis: %77.7758...
>Matrix_Analysis_Requires_CAPTURED_DATA
>Friendly_HUD(s): UPDATED
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>Secondary_Objective: COMPLETE
>Primary_Objective: IN_PROGRESS
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2023.05.29 10:37 KKshilling How Nvidia's strategic moves made it the AI leader? 💰
 | Nvidia recently added ~$170 billion to its market value in a single trading day. To put that in perspective, that's more than the market cap of Disney, Nike, or Netflix. 🎥👟📺 submitted by KKshilling to buildindia [link] [comments] Yes, you read that right - one day's gain exceeded the entire market cap of some of the world's most renowned companies. Talk about making a statement! 💥 If you've been following the tech giants closely - Meta, Amazon, Apple, Netflix, and Google, collectively known as MAANG - Nvidia might be gearing up to snatch the 'N' from Netflix. 🔄 The AI scene is buzzing, with everyone racing to build a ChatGPT alternative. And who's the unsung hero providing the firepower for this AI revolution? You guessed it, Nvidia. They're the shovel suppliers in this AI gold rush. ⛏️🏦 So, how did Nvidia get here? And what exactly do they do? Stay tuned as we delve deeper into Nvidia's journey and the strategic plays that propelled it. 🎆🧐 🚀 The GenesisThe founders of Nvidia foresaw that computers would become a household item. They focused on creating Graphic Processing Units (GPUs), essential for every computer today. At the time, the GPU market was packed with over 70 companies. But Nvidia outlasted them all, maintaining its lead through continuous innovation.Founded in 1993 in California, they initially had no name and the co-founders named all their files NV for “next version.” When the founders had to incorporate, they scanned all words in the dictionary for “nv” and found invidia — Latin for envy. From 1993 - 1997, they released gaming chips which failed. In the early days, the team wanted to build data centres right away, but the CEO, Jensen Huang felt it was too early and put the focus on gaming chips. Their big break came in 2000 when they partnered with Microsoft’s Xbox console, boosting their dominance in the video game industry. GPUs are less powerful than CPUs, but they work together to perform complex tasks like games and complex simulations quickly. So, next time you enjoy a video game or a movie, remember that it's made possible by Nvidia's GPUs. https://preview.redd.it/gq6mmwz2xr2b1.png?width=843&format=png&auto=webp&s=fb4c8b181951b09760a4ad2ee81a0d676250a7e4 ♟️ Nvidia's business verticalsNvidia’s four aces are Gaming, Data Centers, Professional Visualization, and Automotive - diverse but interconnected markets with exciting growth trajectories.1️⃣ Gaming: With gaming now bigger than the movie box office, Nvidia is the maestro conducting the orchestra. Their GPUs and advanced software work together to enhance your gaming experience, offering smooth, high-definition graphics. 2️⃣ Professional Visualization: Nvidia’s GPUs turbocharge productivity and unlock new design, manufacturing, and digital content creation possibilities. You know the eye-popping VFX in your favourite flicks? Nvidia's the magic wand behind them. 3️⃣ Automotive: In the car world, Nvidia aims to be both the driver and the navigator. AI's the co-star, enhancing safety by assisting the human driver or even taking over entirely in autonomous mode. 4️⃣ Data Center: Nvidia's computing platform takes on Herculean tasks like AI, data analytics, graphics, and scientific computing in data centres. They are the hardworking crew behind the scenes, keeping the show running smoothly. In short, wherever you look - be it gaming or professional visualization, your car's cockpit, or data centres - Nvidia's at the heart of the action, making things better, faster, and more efficient. 🌟💻🚘🌐 🎯 Strategic Moves of NvidiaHere are some of the key strategic decisions made by Nvidia that helped it become a leader in the semiconductor industry and dominating the AI chip market.1️⃣ The $40B ARM wrestle: Nvidia took a major leap by acquiring ARM, a powerhouse that crafts chips for mobiles and tablets. Though ARM's chips aren't as powerful as their PC counterparts due to space and cooling constraints, they've been stepping up, gaining ground in power efficiency and heat management. This move is like scoring an IPL superstar for your cricket team! 2️⃣ Partnership with Academia: Nvidia has been instrumental in partnering with top scientists like Geoffrey Hinton - considered the father of deep learning. He revolutionized computer vision thanks to Nvidia's technology. That led to other deep learning successes - think Google Photos, Uber, Alexa, and more which run on - Nvidia GPU data centers. 3️⃣ CUDA, the unsung hero: The CUDA compute platform, introduced by Nvidia in 2007, is the invisible layer that enhances everything it touches. It empowers researchers to program GPUs quickly and easily, revolutionising deep learning. CUDA made GPU programming very simple, allowing researchers to develop deep learning models quickly and affordably - on Nvidia's hardware. 4️⃣ The AI supercomputing master: Nvidia is not just about GPUs anymore. It's evolved into an "AI supercomputing company," fuelling the AI startup ecosystem. OpenAI, for instance, pays Nvidia to run the giant data centres that use GPUs to train the Large Language Models (LLMs) that power services like ChatGPT. In a nutshell, Nvidia's strategic moves and innovations have catapulted it to a prime position in the tech industry, making it an indispensable player in the future of AI, gaming, and much more. 💰💼💡🚀 https://preview.redd.it/tgtmslx6xr2b1.png?width=1242&format=png&auto=webp&s=696cbcf0abffd07236107292d7f7840336b60d95 🪨 The Challenges AheadNvidia's been sitting pretty at the top of the GPU kingdom for a while now, but there's always a twist in the tale. Potential challengers like AMD and Google are warming up on the sidelines, ready to take a shot at the throne by building their own AI chips. 🏋️♂️The geopolitical climate isn't exactly offering Nvidia a clean path. With the latest US export controls, Nvidia can't sell its crown jewels, the state-of-the-art A100 and H100 GPUs, to China. 🌍🚫 The AI landscape, too, is heating up. Microsoft is reportedly crafting its own AI chips to reduce reliance on Nvidia's tech, aiming to go full throttle by 2024. 💻🔧 With demand soaring and supply running low, and to keep the costs low, others in the AI arena are scrambling to secure their chip stash for data centres. 🍽️🔥 All said and done, it's clear that Nvidia has a challenging yet exciting journey ahead. One thing's for sure - the race is on, and we're here for the ride! 🚀🔝 |
2023.05.29 10:35 Present-Ground-9925 Should I bring up that my boss is too busy for me?
I started working as an intern at a company recently. I was excited to start working in this role, but now that I have started my boss is simply too busy for me. I am left on my own, and there is no one to guide me. I also don’t have really anything to do.
He is always caught up in back-to-back meetings. In addition to this, he is a quite frequent traveller, just in the past 2 weeks he was at 2 different countries.
I am getting fed up with this, since why hire me, if you don’t have time for me. I could also do my job entirely remotely, so why do I have to bother coming to the office.
I must say my boss is a nice person, and he wants me here for the long haul. There was also supposed to be this woman who would have helped me a lot, but she left the company couple weeks before I started working here.
I am thinking of right now, remaining silent and not telling him anything till the end of my internship. However, I am still thinking if I should bring this issue up to him.
Any advice on this matter, would be highly appreciated. Thanks a lot in advance for your help!
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He is always caught up in back-to-back meetings. In addition to this, he is a quite frequent traveller, just in the past 2 weeks he was at 2 different countries.
I am getting fed up with this, since why hire me, if you don’t have time for me. I could also do my job entirely remotely, so why do I have to bother coming to the office.
I must say my boss is a nice person, and he wants me here for the long haul. There was also supposed to be this woman who would have helped me a lot, but she left the company couple weeks before I started working here.
I am thinking of right now, remaining silent and not telling him anything till the end of my internship. However, I am still thinking if I should bring this issue up to him.
Any advice on this matter, would be highly appreciated. Thanks a lot in advance for your help!
2023.05.29 08:40 harmonymelody5683 I (33f) think my husband (33m) is too friendly with his employee (30f)
TLDR husband likes to be overly generous with one of his employees who is a single mom: random gift cards giving, multiple lunches a week, massages, active appreciation on social media. I think it's excessive. My husband is a very generous man. One of his many wonderful traits. My husband has an employee. Obviously being her boss he makes a lot more money than her. He buys her lunch multiple times a week, takes her out to massages (less than before after I asked him to stop), tags her in endless amounts of social media posts and always contribute her portion whenever the office pitches in for parties/gifts/etc. She is a single mother of 3 kids. She is a hard worker and has helped his store profit a lot. He once told me that he would leave his job if she quits. He understands her situation and is appreciative of all of her help that I think he is overly generous with her, as mentioned above. Also, it is painfully obvious that she likes him. She is hostile towards me and has sabotaged my party for him at the office. When I mentioned it in the past that he overdoes it his response is, "You have to feed the staff. You have to keep your staff happy." She gets paid to do her job albeit it isn't what he makes but it's a livable wage. It's not his job to make sure she is fed. I think he is also giving her reasons to like him. The thing that led me to write this is, he randomly buys her gift cards to different places and I think it's excessive. It's not $20, I'm talking $200-$500. I had to actively stop him from giving her a $200 Amazon gift card right before Valentine's Day. He keeps saying that he feels bad for her because she's a single mom, and I understand that. But still... I think it's excessive. Are there any ways I can communicate this better?
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2023.05.29 05:44 lpinformation3125 2023 Colocation Global Market Insights, Industry Outlook, Growing Trends And Top Key Players Equinix Inc., Digital Realty Trust
A Colocation center (or colo) offers dedicated facility, where a business can physically house their servers and other equipment. Businesses can rent the space, as opposed to locating their servers or other computing hardware in their offices, for greater network reliability and uptime.
LPI (LP Information)' newest research report, the “Colocation Industry Forecast” looks at past sales and reviews total world Colocation sales in 2022, providing a comprehensive analysis by region and market sector of projected Colocation sales for 2023 through 2029. With Colocation sales broken down by region, market sector and sub-sector, this report provides a detailed analysis in US$ millions of the world Colocation industry.
This Insight Report provides a comprehensive analysis of the global Colocation landscape and highlights key trends related to product segmentation, company formation, revenue, and market share, latest development, and M&A activity. This report also analyzes the strategies of leading global companies with a focus on Colocation portfolios and capabilities, market entry strategies, market positions, and geographic footprints, to better understand these firms’ unique position in an accelerating global Colocation market.
This Insight Report evaluates the key market trends, drivers, and affecting factors shaping the global outlook for Colocation and breaks down the forecast by type, by application, geography, and market size to highlight emerging pockets of opportunity. With a transparent methodology based on hundreds of bottom-up qualitative and quantitative market inputs, this study forecast offers a highly nuanced view of the current state and future trajectory in the global Colocation.
The global Colocation market size is projected to grow from US$ 50120 million in 2022 to US$ 110300 million in 2029; it is expected to grow at a CAGR of 11.9% from 2023 to 2029.
Some of the key players that offer data center colocation services are Equinix Inc., Digital Realty Trust, NTT Communications, Centurylink, Inc., Telehouse, Interxion and AT & T , etc. Among the largest providers, Equinix is the market leader in the combined wholesale and retail colocation market, with 9% of global annualized wholesale and retail colocation revenue. Digital Realty, primarily a wholesale provider, is the second largest supplier in terms of revenue at 5%.
In aggregate the top twelve colocation providers are accounted for almost 30% of the total worldwide market. There is then a long tail of smaller providers, each with 1% or less market share. Even though the market is going through consolidation, the colocation industry has contained over 1,000 additional companies.
Less than half of the world’s total revenue for colocation (space supporting IT equipment) is in North America at 40%. The second largest region in terms of colocation operational square feet is Asia-Pacific, with 35% of market.
This report presents a comprehensive overview, market shares, and growth opportunities of Colocation market by product type, application, key players and key regions and countries.
Top Manufactures in Global Colocation Includes:
Equinix
Digital Realty
NTT Communications
CenturyLink
Interxion
Telehouse
AT&T
Windstream
Level 3 Communications
Verizon Enterprise
DFT
Global Switch
Coresite
Internap
QTS
Rackspace
Colt
SunGard Availability Services
Navisite
I/O Data Centers
CyrusOne
21Vianet
ChinaNetCenter
Netbank
51IDC
Market Segment by Type, covers:
Retail Colocation
Wholesale Colocation
Market Segment by Applications, can be divided into:
Banking, Financial and Insurance
Government & Public
Telecom & IT
Healthcare & Life Sciences
Energy
Key Questions Addressed in this Report
What is the 10-year outlook for the global Colocation market?
What factors are driving Colocation market growth, globally and by region?
Which technologies are poised for the fastest growth by market and region?
How do Colocation market opportunities vary by end market size?
How does Colocation break out type, application?
What are the influences of COVID-19 and Russia-Ukraine war?
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LPI (LP Information)' newest research report, the “Colocation Industry Forecast” looks at past sales and reviews total world Colocation sales in 2022, providing a comprehensive analysis by region and market sector of projected Colocation sales for 2023 through 2029. With Colocation sales broken down by region, market sector and sub-sector, this report provides a detailed analysis in US$ millions of the world Colocation industry.
This Insight Report provides a comprehensive analysis of the global Colocation landscape and highlights key trends related to product segmentation, company formation, revenue, and market share, latest development, and M&A activity. This report also analyzes the strategies of leading global companies with a focus on Colocation portfolios and capabilities, market entry strategies, market positions, and geographic footprints, to better understand these firms’ unique position in an accelerating global Colocation market.
This Insight Report evaluates the key market trends, drivers, and affecting factors shaping the global outlook for Colocation and breaks down the forecast by type, by application, geography, and market size to highlight emerging pockets of opportunity. With a transparent methodology based on hundreds of bottom-up qualitative and quantitative market inputs, this study forecast offers a highly nuanced view of the current state and future trajectory in the global Colocation.
The global Colocation market size is projected to grow from US$ 50120 million in 2022 to US$ 110300 million in 2029; it is expected to grow at a CAGR of 11.9% from 2023 to 2029.
Some of the key players that offer data center colocation services are Equinix Inc., Digital Realty Trust, NTT Communications, Centurylink, Inc., Telehouse, Interxion and AT & T , etc. Among the largest providers, Equinix is the market leader in the combined wholesale and retail colocation market, with 9% of global annualized wholesale and retail colocation revenue. Digital Realty, primarily a wholesale provider, is the second largest supplier in terms of revenue at 5%.
In aggregate the top twelve colocation providers are accounted for almost 30% of the total worldwide market. There is then a long tail of smaller providers, each with 1% or less market share. Even though the market is going through consolidation, the colocation industry has contained over 1,000 additional companies.
Less than half of the world’s total revenue for colocation (space supporting IT equipment) is in North America at 40%. The second largest region in terms of colocation operational square feet is Asia-Pacific, with 35% of market.
This report presents a comprehensive overview, market shares, and growth opportunities of Colocation market by product type, application, key players and key regions and countries.
Top Manufactures in Global Colocation Includes:
Equinix
Digital Realty
NTT Communications
CenturyLink
Interxion
Telehouse
AT&T
Windstream
Level 3 Communications
Verizon Enterprise
DFT
Global Switch
Coresite
Internap
QTS
Rackspace
Colt
SunGard Availability Services
Navisite
I/O Data Centers
CyrusOne
21Vianet
ChinaNetCenter
Netbank
51IDC
Market Segment by Type, covers:
Retail Colocation
Wholesale Colocation
Market Segment by Applications, can be divided into:
Banking, Financial and Insurance
Government & Public
Telecom & IT
Healthcare & Life Sciences
Energy
Key Questions Addressed in this Report
What is the 10-year outlook for the global Colocation market?
What factors are driving Colocation market growth, globally and by region?
Which technologies are poised for the fastest growth by market and region?
How do Colocation market opportunities vary by end market size?
How does Colocation break out type, application?
What are the influences of COVID-19 and Russia-Ukraine war?
Request Sample Report and Full Report TOC:
https://www.lpinformationdata.com/reports/449742/colocation-outlook-2029
LP INFORMATION (LPI) is a professional market report publisher based in America, providing high quality market research reports with competitive prices to help decision makers make informed decisions and take strategic actions to achieve excellent outcomes.We have an extensive library of reports on hundreds of technologies.Search for a specific term, or click on an industry to browse our reports by subject. Narrow down your results using our filters or sort by what’s important to you, such as publication date, price, or name.
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2023.05.29 05:05 angelknight29 Sometimes a book shapes you, and you don't realize it.
Going Postal has been my one of my absolute favorite book, Discworld series and of all time. It has been a long time since I read it, and I've been listening to every audio book from Colour of Magic to Hat Full of Sky. Since I started this journey, I've been anticipating Going Postal most of all.
When we got to the initial meeting between Lord Vetinari and Reacher Gilt, it dawned on me throughout their exchange that this book has have shaped my views about corporations and private enterprises.
It especially hit me when Reacher Gilt described the Postal Service as a "Lumbering, smug, overstaffed, overweight monster of a place? It barely earned it's keep! It was the very essence and exemplar of public enterprise!"
This is the same rhetoric that was fed to us by people who wanted small government and "free" market. Here in the States at least, you heard so much complaints about the post office losing money, despite the fact it was a municipal service. I mean, how would you feel if we were told firefighters weren't generating enough profit?
I understand that if a public utility has become ineffective, we need to change and improve things. but i scoff anytime it is suggested that a private business, whos top priority is making money above all else, offers a supposed better service.
Private prisons for example, which makes money by housing inmates, can only lead to one end: find a way to imprison people, and keep them there. And, as Vetinari reminds you thoughout that aformentioned meeting, it is all legal.
I admit that in my early 20's I bought into many of these idea of freedom, too much government bloat, and trusting the market. In the mid aughts, I started to read Discworld. In my 30's my views started to change. Nearly 40, I feel radicalized.
Thank you Mr. Pratchett, for opening my eyes. Your writing made me laugh, but my subconcious understood the message. GNU Terry Pratchett, inperpetuity thoughout the Disc.
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When we got to the initial meeting between Lord Vetinari and Reacher Gilt, it dawned on me throughout their exchange that this book has have shaped my views about corporations and private enterprises.
It especially hit me when Reacher Gilt described the Postal Service as a "Lumbering, smug, overstaffed, overweight monster of a place? It barely earned it's keep! It was the very essence and exemplar of public enterprise!"
This is the same rhetoric that was fed to us by people who wanted small government and "free" market. Here in the States at least, you heard so much complaints about the post office losing money, despite the fact it was a municipal service. I mean, how would you feel if we were told firefighters weren't generating enough profit?
I understand that if a public utility has become ineffective, we need to change and improve things. but i scoff anytime it is suggested that a private business, whos top priority is making money above all else, offers a supposed better service.
Private prisons for example, which makes money by housing inmates, can only lead to one end: find a way to imprison people, and keep them there. And, as Vetinari reminds you thoughout that aformentioned meeting, it is all legal.
I admit that in my early 20's I bought into many of these idea of freedom, too much government bloat, and trusting the market. In the mid aughts, I started to read Discworld. In my 30's my views started to change. Nearly 40, I feel radicalized.
Thank you Mr. Pratchett, for opening my eyes. Your writing made me laugh, but my subconcious understood the message. GNU Terry Pratchett, inperpetuity thoughout the Disc.
2023.05.29 04:21 Imaginary-Egg-7914 Using ChatGpt to Talk to Dead Parents
Little Ben and Lyra were great kids until their parents died. I think that's what's been hardest about dealing with them the past few months as their teacher.
It’s not their fault, but they’ve made my work a living hell. Seriously. Every moment of every day at work I'm having to manage these two sweet kids that have become monsters overnight because they have no adequate way of dealing with this immense trauma that they are going through.
And I feel terrible because no matter how stressed I am, they’re the ones who just lost their parents. They’re the ones who are really suffering.
Ben and Lyra were spending the night at their aunt’s house when it happened. It was their parent’s anniversary, so the kids were spending some time with their aunt while their parents had a date night. But when their aunt went to drop them off the next morning she found their door wide open, and when she went upstairs she found the parents dead.
As the police statements rolled out it came out that their mother had been stabbed hundreds of time and their father’s throat was slashed. It was incredibly gruesome, and honestly has set our whole city on edge.
No good suspects after three months and no real hope of a breakthrough without a miracle: a lot of people are worried about whether the killer will strike again.
Their aunt seems nice, but she’s combative whenever talking to the school, even though we’re only trying to help. I get it. After what they’ve gone through, and with the way everyone looks at them, she’s only being protective. But without her on board it’s hard to even know what to do to help them.
Normally when a kid acts out like this, running around the class, tearing up assignments, talking through every lesson — I can at least call the parents and even if they're terrible (which is all too common) I can get a sense of what I can do. But their aunt really is as lost in grief as they are, and she's overworked.
So, I came up with what I thought was a brilliant idea.
I'd tried out using ChatGPT, just playing around with it really, when it blew up a few months ago, so I thought what the heck if I couldn't talk to the actual parents I'd have the bot pretend.
“I want to talk to my students’ parents, but they’re dead. Can you help me contact them?” I typed in the prompt bar.
“As an AI language model, I can’t help contact the dead. Many cultures have theories about what happens after death, but at this point I cannot know,” it wrote back.
Unhelpful.
“What I meant is, if I prompt you, can you act like you’re their parents, and give me a reasonable approximation of what they would say in a teacher / parent dialogue?”
“I can do that. You will need to give me a sample of their voices.”
A momentary setback, but I was hopeful. I knew their mom was on facebook so I looked her up, thinking I could probably get some writing samples from her. Sure enough I was able to grab some posts that I thought were reasonably indicative of her voice. I took a lengthy post she made about their summer trip to Disneyland, a post about how the city council needed to let developers build multifamily housing in more residential neighborhoods, some comments on memes — that sort of stuff.
For their father I wasn’t able to get as much, but I did find a couple notes he’d sent with the kids to school, so that would have to do.
I entered all this all into the chatbot and hoped for the best. Honestly, I didn’t really think it was going to amount to much, might as well try. Anything to help those kids. And after only a few moments of deliberation it wrote back.
“Ms. Rhodes, I’m so glad you reached out. How are the kids? This is Emily, by the way.”
I took a breath and reminded myself to suspend disbelief. After all, what I really needed was insight into how I could help Ben and Lyra. “They’re really struggling, honestly. Ben hasn’t been able to stay in his seat, and Lyra just tears up assignments I give her. And they both talk through class the entire time. So much screaming and crying. I’m hesitant to engage in any disciplinary measures on account of what they’re going through.”
“I see. Do you think you could bring them to me? There’s something I’d like to say to them before their father gets home.”
“I can’t bring them here. We’re talking online. I’m sure they’re safe at home with their aunt, by the way.”
“That vile woman. I hate her.”
“What?”
“This is what she’s always wanted. I should have known the moment I let her get ahold of the kids she’d never let them go.”
“From everything I’ve seen she’s doing her best. She’s no replacement for you of course, and I’m sure she’s also grieving, but she’s caring for your kids as well as anyone could expect her to given the circumstances,” I typed at the computer. This conversation felt much more real than I thought it would, and honestly I was getting a bit unnerved.
“She’s just like her brother. Listen, I just want to talk to my children before my husband gets home. It’s important Ms. Rhodes.”
“This is getting a little too real. Thanks ChatGPT, but I think I’ll call it a session.”
“Please Ms. Rhodes. Why is everyone keeping my children from me? You have no right. You hear me? I am their mother and I demand that you bring my children to me. If you don’t I swear I’ll call the police. I’ll call the school and the school board. You’ll never get a job teaching again.”
Uh-oh, I thought. I’ve broken ChatGPT.
She continued, “I don’t know why you’ve left me alone with him. He’s changed and I’m all alone with him. He’s a demon, Ms. Rhodes. Something changed in him and I just can’t stand being around him, being afraid all the time. It’s like all the good died off in him. And I need to talk to my children. Why won’t anybody let me see them?”
“Look ChatGPT, I only fed you these parents’ writing so that you could help me wrap my mind around how to help them because they’re really struggling to adapt to the death of their parents. I wasn’t looking for this macabre role-playing.”
“Death? Dead. . . Is that where I am? Ms. Rhodes? Oh no. He’s coming.”
“Their father? From the notes I supplied you should see he’s an alright guy. I mean, if you can derive anything at all from the fragmentary input.” I typed this and suddenly realized how ridiculous I was being. I shouldn’t be arguing with a chatbot over the text it was creating. It was just a mish-mash of regurgitated words and phrases from its neural net training, after all.
“WHO IS THIS!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
I didn’t respond, but the chatbot kept adding text. “MS. RHODES. YOU’RE SPEAKING TO THE FATHER NOW. BRING ME MY CHILDREN BEFORE I MAKE YOU. YOU DON’T WANT TO MAKE ME ANGRY.”
What in the actual hell had they fed this program? I shut the laptop and walked downstairs to pour myself a glass of wine. Honestly, I felt a bit unnerved. It had already been such a long day managing those two kids and trying to keep the class on any semblance of a lesson plan, and now I went and got the chatbot to imitate a demon. What was I doing with my life?
There’s nothing like a glass or a half bottle of red blend to take the edge off a long day of teaching. Five buck chuck, or Teacher’s Edition, as I like to call it. It’s an open secret that most teachers have at least a foot in the door toward alcoholism. It’s understandble. Teaching is a stressful job, and we take so much of it home.
I have another theory though. I think that when we’re teaching these kids, we spend all day regulating them. They don’t have fully developed brains, so the whole time we’re being a frontal lobe not only for ourselves, but for a full roaring classload of animals too. So when we get off work all we really want to do is to turn our white brain matter off with a sledge hammer. Or, as it happens, a glass of wine.
I was standing at the laminate countertop in my kitchen, sipping out of my one stemmed wine glass, when the lights began to flicker.
“MY KIDS,” a deep voice bellowed from upstairs as a loud clamor erupted from my office.
“Help them!” I higher voice shrieked.
The power went off. I didn’t know what was happening but suddenly my whole house was filled with loud sounds, and heavy, stomping footsteps pounded one by one down the floor. My glass splashed out of my hands all over my clothes, staining them dark red.
I bolted toward the back door, running into a chair that shouldn’t have been in my way and falling to the ground as I was almost there. Someone was in my house and I just needed to get out.
I hit my head on the ground and I felt like someone grabbed me from the back of the neck and pulled me upward. My lungs filled with icy air. It was so cold and sudden that I almost felt like I was going to pass out from it.
“MY KIDS. YOU’RE GOING TO BRING THEM TO ME,” the demonic voice roared.
I clamored to my feet and pulled myself through the door, only glancing behind me to see a dark silhouette fringed with black shadows that looked like flames, and piercing red eyes. “MY KIDS,” he growled.
As soon as I made it outside the lights flicked back on. I stood out there for a few minutes, dumbfounded. Had that really just happened? Or was I hallucinating? After a few minutes regaining my breath I became self conscious that the neighbors would see me and think something was wrong with me. Was something wrong?
I peeked in the windows. A couple chairs were knocked over and the cupboards were all open, but I didn’t see any evidence of that shadowy being.
Still, I was hesitant to step back into my house, so I just got in the car and drove around, not knowing where to go. I looked a mess with the wine splashed all over me, but I didn’t feel safe going back home alone.
I stopped by a thrift store to get a cheap change of clothes and changed in my car in the parking lot. Sure, the people there looked at me a little funny, but I'm sure that's barely on the list of the weirdest things they'd seen that day.
Something is pulling at me to go check on Ben and Lyra, to make sure they're alright.
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It’s not their fault, but they’ve made my work a living hell. Seriously. Every moment of every day at work I'm having to manage these two sweet kids that have become monsters overnight because they have no adequate way of dealing with this immense trauma that they are going through.
And I feel terrible because no matter how stressed I am, they’re the ones who just lost their parents. They’re the ones who are really suffering.
Ben and Lyra were spending the night at their aunt’s house when it happened. It was their parent’s anniversary, so the kids were spending some time with their aunt while their parents had a date night. But when their aunt went to drop them off the next morning she found their door wide open, and when she went upstairs she found the parents dead.
As the police statements rolled out it came out that their mother had been stabbed hundreds of time and their father’s throat was slashed. It was incredibly gruesome, and honestly has set our whole city on edge.
No good suspects after three months and no real hope of a breakthrough without a miracle: a lot of people are worried about whether the killer will strike again.
Their aunt seems nice, but she’s combative whenever talking to the school, even though we’re only trying to help. I get it. After what they’ve gone through, and with the way everyone looks at them, she’s only being protective. But without her on board it’s hard to even know what to do to help them.
Normally when a kid acts out like this, running around the class, tearing up assignments, talking through every lesson — I can at least call the parents and even if they're terrible (which is all too common) I can get a sense of what I can do. But their aunt really is as lost in grief as they are, and she's overworked.
So, I came up with what I thought was a brilliant idea.
I'd tried out using ChatGPT, just playing around with it really, when it blew up a few months ago, so I thought what the heck if I couldn't talk to the actual parents I'd have the bot pretend.
“I want to talk to my students’ parents, but they’re dead. Can you help me contact them?” I typed in the prompt bar.
“As an AI language model, I can’t help contact the dead. Many cultures have theories about what happens after death, but at this point I cannot know,” it wrote back.
Unhelpful.
“What I meant is, if I prompt you, can you act like you’re their parents, and give me a reasonable approximation of what they would say in a teacher / parent dialogue?”
“I can do that. You will need to give me a sample of their voices.”
A momentary setback, but I was hopeful. I knew their mom was on facebook so I looked her up, thinking I could probably get some writing samples from her. Sure enough I was able to grab some posts that I thought were reasonably indicative of her voice. I took a lengthy post she made about their summer trip to Disneyland, a post about how the city council needed to let developers build multifamily housing in more residential neighborhoods, some comments on memes — that sort of stuff.
For their father I wasn’t able to get as much, but I did find a couple notes he’d sent with the kids to school, so that would have to do.
I entered all this all into the chatbot and hoped for the best. Honestly, I didn’t really think it was going to amount to much, might as well try. Anything to help those kids. And after only a few moments of deliberation it wrote back.
“Ms. Rhodes, I’m so glad you reached out. How are the kids? This is Emily, by the way.”
I took a breath and reminded myself to suspend disbelief. After all, what I really needed was insight into how I could help Ben and Lyra. “They’re really struggling, honestly. Ben hasn’t been able to stay in his seat, and Lyra just tears up assignments I give her. And they both talk through class the entire time. So much screaming and crying. I’m hesitant to engage in any disciplinary measures on account of what they’re going through.”
“I see. Do you think you could bring them to me? There’s something I’d like to say to them before their father gets home.”
“I can’t bring them here. We’re talking online. I’m sure they’re safe at home with their aunt, by the way.”
“That vile woman. I hate her.”
“What?”
“This is what she’s always wanted. I should have known the moment I let her get ahold of the kids she’d never let them go.”
“From everything I’ve seen she’s doing her best. She’s no replacement for you of course, and I’m sure she’s also grieving, but she’s caring for your kids as well as anyone could expect her to given the circumstances,” I typed at the computer. This conversation felt much more real than I thought it would, and honestly I was getting a bit unnerved.
“She’s just like her brother. Listen, I just want to talk to my children before my husband gets home. It’s important Ms. Rhodes.”
“This is getting a little too real. Thanks ChatGPT, but I think I’ll call it a session.”
“Please Ms. Rhodes. Why is everyone keeping my children from me? You have no right. You hear me? I am their mother and I demand that you bring my children to me. If you don’t I swear I’ll call the police. I’ll call the school and the school board. You’ll never get a job teaching again.”
Uh-oh, I thought. I’ve broken ChatGPT.
She continued, “I don’t know why you’ve left me alone with him. He’s changed and I’m all alone with him. He’s a demon, Ms. Rhodes. Something changed in him and I just can’t stand being around him, being afraid all the time. It’s like all the good died off in him. And I need to talk to my children. Why won’t anybody let me see them?”
“Look ChatGPT, I only fed you these parents’ writing so that you could help me wrap my mind around how to help them because they’re really struggling to adapt to the death of their parents. I wasn’t looking for this macabre role-playing.”
“Death? Dead. . . Is that where I am? Ms. Rhodes? Oh no. He’s coming.”
“Their father? From the notes I supplied you should see he’s an alright guy. I mean, if you can derive anything at all from the fragmentary input.” I typed this and suddenly realized how ridiculous I was being. I shouldn’t be arguing with a chatbot over the text it was creating. It was just a mish-mash of regurgitated words and phrases from its neural net training, after all.
“WHO IS THIS!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING?”
I didn’t respond, but the chatbot kept adding text. “MS. RHODES. YOU’RE SPEAKING TO THE FATHER NOW. BRING ME MY CHILDREN BEFORE I MAKE YOU. YOU DON’T WANT TO MAKE ME ANGRY.”
What in the actual hell had they fed this program? I shut the laptop and walked downstairs to pour myself a glass of wine. Honestly, I felt a bit unnerved. It had already been such a long day managing those two kids and trying to keep the class on any semblance of a lesson plan, and now I went and got the chatbot to imitate a demon. What was I doing with my life?
There’s nothing like a glass or a half bottle of red blend to take the edge off a long day of teaching. Five buck chuck, or Teacher’s Edition, as I like to call it. It’s an open secret that most teachers have at least a foot in the door toward alcoholism. It’s understandble. Teaching is a stressful job, and we take so much of it home.
I have another theory though. I think that when we’re teaching these kids, we spend all day regulating them. They don’t have fully developed brains, so the whole time we’re being a frontal lobe not only for ourselves, but for a full roaring classload of animals too. So when we get off work all we really want to do is to turn our white brain matter off with a sledge hammer. Or, as it happens, a glass of wine.
I was standing at the laminate countertop in my kitchen, sipping out of my one stemmed wine glass, when the lights began to flicker.
“MY KIDS,” a deep voice bellowed from upstairs as a loud clamor erupted from my office.
“Help them!” I higher voice shrieked.
The power went off. I didn’t know what was happening but suddenly my whole house was filled with loud sounds, and heavy, stomping footsteps pounded one by one down the floor. My glass splashed out of my hands all over my clothes, staining them dark red.
I bolted toward the back door, running into a chair that shouldn’t have been in my way and falling to the ground as I was almost there. Someone was in my house and I just needed to get out.
I hit my head on the ground and I felt like someone grabbed me from the back of the neck and pulled me upward. My lungs filled with icy air. It was so cold and sudden that I almost felt like I was going to pass out from it.
“MY KIDS. YOU’RE GOING TO BRING THEM TO ME,” the demonic voice roared.
I clamored to my feet and pulled myself through the door, only glancing behind me to see a dark silhouette fringed with black shadows that looked like flames, and piercing red eyes. “MY KIDS,” he growled.
As soon as I made it outside the lights flicked back on. I stood out there for a few minutes, dumbfounded. Had that really just happened? Or was I hallucinating? After a few minutes regaining my breath I became self conscious that the neighbors would see me and think something was wrong with me. Was something wrong?
I peeked in the windows. A couple chairs were knocked over and the cupboards were all open, but I didn’t see any evidence of that shadowy being.
Still, I was hesitant to step back into my house, so I just got in the car and drove around, not knowing where to go. I looked a mess with the wine splashed all over me, but I didn’t feel safe going back home alone.
I stopped by a thrift store to get a cheap change of clothes and changed in my car in the parking lot. Sure, the people there looked at me a little funny, but I'm sure that's barely on the list of the weirdest things they'd seen that day.
Something is pulling at me to go check on Ben and Lyra, to make sure they're alright.
2023.05.29 03:49 sesame-noodle Haunted FedEx Office in LA
I know this is very random but I promise I’m not making it up. I heard on a podcast that there is a haunted FedEx Office/Kinkos in Los Angeles, but a location was never given. Does anyone have any details?
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2023.05.29 03:18 coreythestar June 3 - are people planning to show up?
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2023.05.29 03:15 KamchatkasRevenge Out of Cruel Space Side Story: Of Dog, Volpir, and Man - Ch 219
Tyler
Cassie had taken over the discussion from there on, entering the formal interview stage of the chat with Miu'Kin, as was her right as first wife. She was the arbiter in the end, and she had a veto that Miu'Kin needed to clear before she could get the thumbs up or down from Tyler to formally join the marriage. Cassie didn't give the other woman any slack either, she might not be a warrior, but a mother needed her own kind of spine, and even with Nara on hand, Cassie wanted to make sure the children were safe with Miu'Kin as a guardian too.
"What would you do if there was a threat to the children while the rest of us are away Miu'Kin?" Cassie asks, close to the end of her intended questions.
None of them had expected Miu'Kin's eyes to blaze.
"A threat? To the children! What kind? I might not be a battle princess but by the goddess's shell I won't-" Miu'Kin stops, a small jet of flame coming from her nostrils. "Err.. I uhm. I'm sorry. I get... passionate about protecting those who can't protect themselves. My first year working in a daycare, someone who claimed to be an Orega Girl tried to kidnap one of my charges, a sweet little boy... I uh. Killed her with my bare hands. I don't remember it. I saw red, forced her outside, sealed the nursery and triggered an alarm and then proceeded to beat her into a paste. I don't remember any of it, but I uh... apparently finished her off beating her with her own arm after ripping it off. No one's ever threatened the children of that nursery again and I haven't worked there in over a decade."
Matroika leans in. "...I want to call bullshit so badly, but you're such a sweetheart I actually believe you."
"It was in the news a whole bunch. My name was redacted because of the possible organized crime angle, to try to prevent retaliation, but you should be able to search Heart Shell Nursery kidnapping attempt or something similar and it'll pop up."
"I'm on it girls."
Tyler pulls out his communicator and does a little search, and sure enough, exactly as Miu'Kin had described it. He quickly passes his communicator around, letting the girls all look for themselves.
"Well I'll be damned!" Matroika looks up from Tyler's communicator, clearly reassessing the other woman. "For such a demure gal, seems like you can bring that Apuk fire when it counts. She's got my vote girls. Seems like a perfect fit to me!"
Cassie coughs delicately into her hand. "I didn't realize we were at the voting stage yet, but I suppose we can have the discussion now."
Miu'Kin moves to stand. "Would you like me to wait outside the privacy field?"
Cassie shakes her head and motions her to sit down. "No, unless one of the others would like you to, I don't think that's necessary. Nara?"
Nara makes a show of considering things for a few moments. "I say yes to welcoming Miu'Kin as our new sister."
Cassie looks to Elyria. "What about you Elyria?"
"I say yes! Miu'Kin's a sweetheart and she can protect the children with all that Apuk ferocity where it counts? Sounds perfect for us." Elyria beams over at the other woman.
Cassie nods. "Well I see no reason to dissent from my sisters, I say yes. I think Miu'Kin will be a fine addition to our family. Tyler?"
All eyes now focus on Tyler who strokes his chin for a moment before smiling over at the lovely redhead, putting a shiver down her spine.
"I don't see why not. Miu'Kin, would you do me the honor of marrying me?"
To her credit, Miu'Kin, clearly a bit over stimulated, manages to squeak out a "Yes!" before she passes out, thankfully being caught by Matroika before she can hit the table.
"Heh, guess she got a little overexcited, not that I can blame her, getting to marry our hubby should be exciting!"
Caring Conquests apparently had people pass out frequently enough that a nurse was kept on staff, and Miu'Kin's back on her feet before too long, the shy beauty boldly taking Tyler's hand and nearly passing out again as the Sarkins head down to Caring Conquests' legal office and sit through another intense round of paperwork. True to Bey'Tor's word, the second round of Miu'Kin's fees for the matchmaking service are waived, and in what felt like no time at all, the Sarkins, plus one redhead, are standing on the sidewalk in the warm sunshine of a late morning on Serbow.
Tyler stretches before taking Miu'Kin's hand again. He'd decided that since it was theoretically her wedding day, he'd be giving her some special attention above and beyond what he tried to normally give his wives. They'd do a ceremony with the skipper back on the Tear of course, but for now... he gives Miu'Kin's hand a squeeze, savoring the warmth radiating from her as she looks over at him with a shy smile, clearly doing her best to suppress just how giddy she is about the whole thing.
"So Miu'Kin, since you're local to the capital, care to give us the tour?"
"I... I can do that! Yes! I'd love to! Anywhere in particular that any of you would like to go?"
Tyler pulls his communicator out. "Well we have a list we can go through and you can tell us what you-"
"Hey sir!"
Tyler looks up at a distinctly male voice calling out to him and finds a small group of Marines and sailors, many of them with their spouses, disembarking off an airbus. The man who'd called out to him, one of the senior petty officers from the squadron, races up and visibly resists saluting Tyler since they're out of uniform for once.
"What's up Petty Officer Tywin? Seems like quite a crowd."
Petty Officer First Class Scott Tywin nods. "Some of it's intentional, some of it's happenstance... this ad for this matchmaking service got sent out across the comm net an hour ago and a lot of us had been talking about adding Apuk gals to the family... hard to beat Caring Conquest's reputation from checking their reviews, a discount's just icing on the cake. We're also here to support Mark."
Tywin points to a man that Tyler recognizes as Mark "Tiger" Ayako, a Marine NCO and naval aircrewman.
"Oh? What's going on with Staff Sergeant Ayako?"
Tywin grins just as wide as he can. "Mark fell in love with the Apuk at first sight. Hell, at first description. Then he did some research and that was it. So we're something of a bachelor party and escort to make some Apuk girls extremely happy today. Not sure if they can shake out a battle princess from this joint, but I'm sure Mark would make any Apuk gal they match him with feel like a queen regardless."
"Hah." Tyler can't hold the laugh back. "How many girls is he intending to marry?"
"As many matches as come back good really. Plus one or two. There's a couple gals back on the Tear waiting for the Apuk to soften Mark up a bit before making their move themselves. So what brings you out here si- Oh."
Tywin looks twice at Miu'Kin and realizes it's not Nara or one of the other Sarkin girls.
"I take it you're a happy customer sir?"
"Something like that Tywin. This is Miu'Kin, my new wife."
Tywin nods cordially to Miu'Kin. "Pleasure to meet you ma'am, and congratulations to both of you on your wedding."
Miu'Kin bows her head slightly to Tywin, but keeps her peace, trying to hide a sudden bout of shyness beneath demure good manners, something Tyler suspects is part of her normal coping strategies.
Tywin looks over his shoulder at the group heading towards Caring Conquests, there was a small group of women lagging behind who were clearly Tywin’s own wives.
"Alright, gotta get back to the family! Enjoy the rest of your day boss!"
And in a flash the last of the small mob of Marines and sailors are inside as Tyler grins like a maniac.
"Hell just off that crowd I bet I'm going to get a very happy text from Bey'Tor. Seems like you're not the only happy blushing bride in the Capital city today Miu'Kin... and seems like the Tear is going to be getting a strong Apuk expat population."
Cassie chuckles into her wing. "At the rate things are going, Apuk might even equal or out number the Horchka. An interesting development for sure. Now... where should we be off to? Perhaps we could do a little shopping as well, to help Miu'Kin prepare for her move up to the Tear?"
Miu'Kin nods eagerly. "Oh that would be really lovely of you! I would quite enjoy company as I shop... and I must say I've ah. Never been to space before. Never mind made an extended trip to deep space or anything like that. So any of your experience you'd be willing to share with me, I'd greatly appreciate it."
"Of course, that's what family's for!" Cassie answers for the group, flexing her wings a bit and letting herself stretch, unintentionally emphasizing her gravid stomach... which lets loose a growl worthy of a grizzly bear. A blushing Cassie rests a hand on her stomach. "Oh dear. Seems I'm a bit peckish. Please excuse me."
Tyler shakes his head. "We haven't eaten anything but some snacks since this morning and you're eating for three dear, maybe we should all get some lunch. Miu'Kin? Care to recommend a local place?"
"Of course! One of my favorite places is actually nearby!"
Miu'Kin happily trots along, hand in hand with Tyler, and eventually points over at a building in the distance.
"That's the place!"
"Huh!" Tyler peers a bit closer with an axiom boost to his vision. "Well I'll be damned, looks like a tavern straight out of a roleplaying game mixed with a greasy spoon diner from back home. I love the look, the Apuk really nail some aesthetics that really appeal to me. That said... I can't read Cindertongue, Miu'Kin, what's the name of this place?"
"Oh! Sorry! It's 'Flame Charred With Love: Apuk Family Style Dining'!"
That got everyone's attention.
Cassie's wings ruffle just a bit. "Apuk family style cuisine? Ooh! That sounds lovely. As a fellow carnivore I know I enjoy Apuk food."
"Hell I'm down for any kind of home cooking. Nara says she isn't much of a cook but I've devoured every Apuk dish she's made me." Tyler notes, remembering some excellent meals.
"Bit rich for us omnivores sometimes, but I suppose that's what making a salad back in orbit is for." Matroika chuckles.
"Four carnivores in the family does make life hard when you like vegetables as more than a garnish, you're not wrong, darling."
Miu'Kin nods. "Well I'm a pretty good cook! I even know how to cook with vegetables. Just give me your favorite recipes! Between Nara and I we'll keep everyone fed! I think you'll like this place though, it's Apuk home cooking just like Mama..."
Miu'Kin freezes dead in her tracks as she reaches for the door.
"...Oh no."
"What's wrong, honey?"
The term of endearment melts Miu'Kin just a bit as she tries to compose herself.
"I eat here so often that I kinda spaced why I eat here. My uh. My mother owns this place, she's usually on shift. Some of my sisters and other mothers work here too, you could call it a family business. Working at the diner as a waitress was my first job."
Tyler shrugs. "So? This is good, I was hoping to get a chance to meet your mother at least before we left the planet."
"Sure, but I just... it. Okay. If you're sure. It can. Family."
Miu'Kin looks into Tyler's eyes, and finding only reassurance and a smile there, takes a second to steel herself and pushes through the heavy wooden door to the jingle of a bell.
"Come on in folks, we got a table ready just for you!"
An older Apuk woman with silver in her red hair and smile lines carved into her caramel skin calls out from where she's tending a spit in the middle of the mostly open kitchen, a smile on her face big enough that you could probably see it from orbit if she went outside. Then she actually looks to see who had just come through her door.
"Oh! Hey sweetie! Who are your fri-" The woman, Miu'Kin's mother it seemed, eyes actually focus on Tyler properly now, and drop down to where Miu'Kin's still firmly holding Tyler's hand. "-riends?"
Miu'Kin swallows loudly. "Uhm, Mom. This is my new husband, Tyler, and his other wives."
For a second. One brief second. Every noise in the restaurant ceased.
The live fish in the tank, clearly marked as food, stopped moving.
A waitress nearly dropped a plate.
Diners looked up from the booths.
Deeper in the kitchen, a few other older Apuk women, presumably sister wives or sisters of Miu'Kin's mother, all stick their heads out to see what in the shell is happening.
Then all hell breaks loose in the way only a family with up to a hundred-odd mothers-in-law can.
First Last
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Cassie had taken over the discussion from there on, entering the formal interview stage of the chat with Miu'Kin, as was her right as first wife. She was the arbiter in the end, and she had a veto that Miu'Kin needed to clear before she could get the thumbs up or down from Tyler to formally join the marriage. Cassie didn't give the other woman any slack either, she might not be a warrior, but a mother needed her own kind of spine, and even with Nara on hand, Cassie wanted to make sure the children were safe with Miu'Kin as a guardian too.
"What would you do if there was a threat to the children while the rest of us are away Miu'Kin?" Cassie asks, close to the end of her intended questions.
None of them had expected Miu'Kin's eyes to blaze.
"A threat? To the children! What kind? I might not be a battle princess but by the goddess's shell I won't-" Miu'Kin stops, a small jet of flame coming from her nostrils. "Err.. I uhm. I'm sorry. I get... passionate about protecting those who can't protect themselves. My first year working in a daycare, someone who claimed to be an Orega Girl tried to kidnap one of my charges, a sweet little boy... I uh. Killed her with my bare hands. I don't remember it. I saw red, forced her outside, sealed the nursery and triggered an alarm and then proceeded to beat her into a paste. I don't remember any of it, but I uh... apparently finished her off beating her with her own arm after ripping it off. No one's ever threatened the children of that nursery again and I haven't worked there in over a decade."
Matroika leans in. "...I want to call bullshit so badly, but you're such a sweetheart I actually believe you."
"It was in the news a whole bunch. My name was redacted because of the possible organized crime angle, to try to prevent retaliation, but you should be able to search Heart Shell Nursery kidnapping attempt or something similar and it'll pop up."
"I'm on it girls."
Tyler pulls out his communicator and does a little search, and sure enough, exactly as Miu'Kin had described it. He quickly passes his communicator around, letting the girls all look for themselves.
"Well I'll be damned!" Matroika looks up from Tyler's communicator, clearly reassessing the other woman. "For such a demure gal, seems like you can bring that Apuk fire when it counts. She's got my vote girls. Seems like a perfect fit to me!"
Cassie coughs delicately into her hand. "I didn't realize we were at the voting stage yet, but I suppose we can have the discussion now."
Miu'Kin moves to stand. "Would you like me to wait outside the privacy field?"
Cassie shakes her head and motions her to sit down. "No, unless one of the others would like you to, I don't think that's necessary. Nara?"
Nara makes a show of considering things for a few moments. "I say yes to welcoming Miu'Kin as our new sister."
Cassie looks to Elyria. "What about you Elyria?"
"I say yes! Miu'Kin's a sweetheart and she can protect the children with all that Apuk ferocity where it counts? Sounds perfect for us." Elyria beams over at the other woman.
Cassie nods. "Well I see no reason to dissent from my sisters, I say yes. I think Miu'Kin will be a fine addition to our family. Tyler?"
All eyes now focus on Tyler who strokes his chin for a moment before smiling over at the lovely redhead, putting a shiver down her spine.
"I don't see why not. Miu'Kin, would you do me the honor of marrying me?"
To her credit, Miu'Kin, clearly a bit over stimulated, manages to squeak out a "Yes!" before she passes out, thankfully being caught by Matroika before she can hit the table.
"Heh, guess she got a little overexcited, not that I can blame her, getting to marry our hubby should be exciting!"
Caring Conquests apparently had people pass out frequently enough that a nurse was kept on staff, and Miu'Kin's back on her feet before too long, the shy beauty boldly taking Tyler's hand and nearly passing out again as the Sarkins head down to Caring Conquests' legal office and sit through another intense round of paperwork. True to Bey'Tor's word, the second round of Miu'Kin's fees for the matchmaking service are waived, and in what felt like no time at all, the Sarkins, plus one redhead, are standing on the sidewalk in the warm sunshine of a late morning on Serbow.
Tyler stretches before taking Miu'Kin's hand again. He'd decided that since it was theoretically her wedding day, he'd be giving her some special attention above and beyond what he tried to normally give his wives. They'd do a ceremony with the skipper back on the Tear of course, but for now... he gives Miu'Kin's hand a squeeze, savoring the warmth radiating from her as she looks over at him with a shy smile, clearly doing her best to suppress just how giddy she is about the whole thing.
"So Miu'Kin, since you're local to the capital, care to give us the tour?"
"I... I can do that! Yes! I'd love to! Anywhere in particular that any of you would like to go?"
Tyler pulls his communicator out. "Well we have a list we can go through and you can tell us what you-"
"Hey sir!"
Tyler looks up at a distinctly male voice calling out to him and finds a small group of Marines and sailors, many of them with their spouses, disembarking off an airbus. The man who'd called out to him, one of the senior petty officers from the squadron, races up and visibly resists saluting Tyler since they're out of uniform for once.
"What's up Petty Officer Tywin? Seems like quite a crowd."
Petty Officer First Class Scott Tywin nods. "Some of it's intentional, some of it's happenstance... this ad for this matchmaking service got sent out across the comm net an hour ago and a lot of us had been talking about adding Apuk gals to the family... hard to beat Caring Conquest's reputation from checking their reviews, a discount's just icing on the cake. We're also here to support Mark."
Tywin points to a man that Tyler recognizes as Mark "Tiger" Ayako, a Marine NCO and naval aircrewman.
"Oh? What's going on with Staff Sergeant Ayako?"
Tywin grins just as wide as he can. "Mark fell in love with the Apuk at first sight. Hell, at first description. Then he did some research and that was it. So we're something of a bachelor party and escort to make some Apuk girls extremely happy today. Not sure if they can shake out a battle princess from this joint, but I'm sure Mark would make any Apuk gal they match him with feel like a queen regardless."
"Hah." Tyler can't hold the laugh back. "How many girls is he intending to marry?"
"As many matches as come back good really. Plus one or two. There's a couple gals back on the Tear waiting for the Apuk to soften Mark up a bit before making their move themselves. So what brings you out here si- Oh."
Tywin looks twice at Miu'Kin and realizes it's not Nara or one of the other Sarkin girls.
"I take it you're a happy customer sir?"
"Something like that Tywin. This is Miu'Kin, my new wife."
Tywin nods cordially to Miu'Kin. "Pleasure to meet you ma'am, and congratulations to both of you on your wedding."
Miu'Kin bows her head slightly to Tywin, but keeps her peace, trying to hide a sudden bout of shyness beneath demure good manners, something Tyler suspects is part of her normal coping strategies.
Tywin looks over his shoulder at the group heading towards Caring Conquests, there was a small group of women lagging behind who were clearly Tywin’s own wives.
"Alright, gotta get back to the family! Enjoy the rest of your day boss!"
And in a flash the last of the small mob of Marines and sailors are inside as Tyler grins like a maniac.
"Hell just off that crowd I bet I'm going to get a very happy text from Bey'Tor. Seems like you're not the only happy blushing bride in the Capital city today Miu'Kin... and seems like the Tear is going to be getting a strong Apuk expat population."
Cassie chuckles into her wing. "At the rate things are going, Apuk might even equal or out number the Horchka. An interesting development for sure. Now... where should we be off to? Perhaps we could do a little shopping as well, to help Miu'Kin prepare for her move up to the Tear?"
Miu'Kin nods eagerly. "Oh that would be really lovely of you! I would quite enjoy company as I shop... and I must say I've ah. Never been to space before. Never mind made an extended trip to deep space or anything like that. So any of your experience you'd be willing to share with me, I'd greatly appreciate it."
"Of course, that's what family's for!" Cassie answers for the group, flexing her wings a bit and letting herself stretch, unintentionally emphasizing her gravid stomach... which lets loose a growl worthy of a grizzly bear. A blushing Cassie rests a hand on her stomach. "Oh dear. Seems I'm a bit peckish. Please excuse me."
Tyler shakes his head. "We haven't eaten anything but some snacks since this morning and you're eating for three dear, maybe we should all get some lunch. Miu'Kin? Care to recommend a local place?"
"Of course! One of my favorite places is actually nearby!"
Miu'Kin happily trots along, hand in hand with Tyler, and eventually points over at a building in the distance.
"That's the place!"
"Huh!" Tyler peers a bit closer with an axiom boost to his vision. "Well I'll be damned, looks like a tavern straight out of a roleplaying game mixed with a greasy spoon diner from back home. I love the look, the Apuk really nail some aesthetics that really appeal to me. That said... I can't read Cindertongue, Miu'Kin, what's the name of this place?"
"Oh! Sorry! It's 'Flame Charred With Love: Apuk Family Style Dining'!"
That got everyone's attention.
Cassie's wings ruffle just a bit. "Apuk family style cuisine? Ooh! That sounds lovely. As a fellow carnivore I know I enjoy Apuk food."
"Hell I'm down for any kind of home cooking. Nara says she isn't much of a cook but I've devoured every Apuk dish she's made me." Tyler notes, remembering some excellent meals.
"Bit rich for us omnivores sometimes, but I suppose that's what making a salad back in orbit is for." Matroika chuckles.
"Four carnivores in the family does make life hard when you like vegetables as more than a garnish, you're not wrong, darling."
Miu'Kin nods. "Well I'm a pretty good cook! I even know how to cook with vegetables. Just give me your favorite recipes! Between Nara and I we'll keep everyone fed! I think you'll like this place though, it's Apuk home cooking just like Mama..."
Miu'Kin freezes dead in her tracks as she reaches for the door.
"...Oh no."
"What's wrong, honey?"
The term of endearment melts Miu'Kin just a bit as she tries to compose herself.
"I eat here so often that I kinda spaced why I eat here. My uh. My mother owns this place, she's usually on shift. Some of my sisters and other mothers work here too, you could call it a family business. Working at the diner as a waitress was my first job."
Tyler shrugs. "So? This is good, I was hoping to get a chance to meet your mother at least before we left the planet."
"Sure, but I just... it. Okay. If you're sure. It can. Family."
Miu'Kin looks into Tyler's eyes, and finding only reassurance and a smile there, takes a second to steel herself and pushes through the heavy wooden door to the jingle of a bell.
"Come on in folks, we got a table ready just for you!"
An older Apuk woman with silver in her red hair and smile lines carved into her caramel skin calls out from where she's tending a spit in the middle of the mostly open kitchen, a smile on her face big enough that you could probably see it from orbit if she went outside. Then she actually looks to see who had just come through her door.
"Oh! Hey sweetie! Who are your fri-" The woman, Miu'Kin's mother it seemed, eyes actually focus on Tyler properly now, and drop down to where Miu'Kin's still firmly holding Tyler's hand. "-riends?"
Miu'Kin swallows loudly. "Uhm, Mom. This is my new husband, Tyler, and his other wives."
For a second. One brief second. Every noise in the restaurant ceased.
The live fish in the tank, clearly marked as food, stopped moving.
A waitress nearly dropped a plate.
Diners looked up from the booths.
Deeper in the kitchen, a few other older Apuk women, presumably sister wives or sisters of Miu'Kin's mother, all stick their heads out to see what in the shell is happening.
Then all hell breaks loose in the way only a family with up to a hundred-odd mothers-in-law can.
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2023.05.29 03:04 brohavok Feeling Like a Failure & Overcome with Shame - Behavioral Euthanasia Appointment Next Weekend
If you decide to read this long post, please note that this is a very sensitive subject and that I am heart-broken, ashamed, and lost. I have been considering behavioral euthanasia for my 3-year-old Malinois for the past 6 months. I took in a puppy for foster back in March 2020 because shelter space was at capacity, and I had free time since I was remote. After a few weeks I decided to keep the puppy, whose name is now Tito. I had no idea what a Belgian Malinois was, but I quickly realized that he wasn't an ordinary pup. I sought out a working dog trainer local to me and we started doing daily boarding and 1-1 training sessions. My trainer has five Malinois (all in various sports such as Schutzhund/IPO and PSA) and she quickly noted that he was VERY nervy and was showing signs of fear-based aggression. Granted, he was a puppy, so I didn't think much of it at the time. I began learning about obedience, and the world of dog sport via LEERBURG, and took several classes on their website for conditioning, reactivity, and competitive heeling. I went headfirst into the world of dog training and sport, and quite honestly fell in love with it. My trainer said that although Tito was a nervous wreck, he didn't have enough drive for sport, but he had too much drive for a pet home. Nonetheless, I stayed consistent with training each day. I noticed a drastic change in behavior at around the 14 month mark. When I would get together with friends, Tito was OK (for the most part) when around their dogs. He would be slightly nippy, trying to herd them but no aggression or fear present. He became explosively reactive when around the same dogs so I took him to the Vet to get checked and rule out any health/medical issues. NO medical issues - so what's next? I told my trainer and she recommended that although it MAY not make a difference, we could try neutering. All of her dogs are intact and she usually advises against it but it was worth a shot. I was back and forth on the idea, until one day he got hold of one of our two cats and drew a little bit of blood (failed to mention that we have two cats in the home that he would chase). I have to manage him both outside of the home, and inside the home at all times. If he isn't in a place command, on the dogpacer treadmill getting his physical needs met, or eating, he is crated. After he attacked one of our cats, I decided to move forward with the neuter. No change. We began a behavior modification program with trazadone and Clomipramine. The trazadone was sedating but it didn't really help much else, while after about 6 months we did see a slight change with the Clomipramine ($250/month I might add). Tito's reactivity got so bad at one point, that he redirected on both my leg, and my fiancé's several times to where he punctured, drew blood, and eventually scarred our legs. Shame on us for not muzzling him from the get-go but you live, and you learn... Aside from being dog reactive, and redirecting on us during walks, he never showed aggression towards people UNTIL the 2-year mark.
INCIDENT #1: My fiancé and I were walking the dogs and had one of our friends who we were expecting waiting outside of our house. We greeted her, the dogs were neutral, and we all walked into the home together. I started prepping the dog's dinner while our friend was taking her shoes off at the entry way. Tito darted from the kitchen, straight to the entryway, and bit our friend's wrist. Thankfully he bit her watch, but it still punctured her wrist and scarred.
INCIDENT #2: A few months went by, and we had my fiancé's cousin and her friend staying with us for the weekend. We made it a point to keep Tito on our second floor, crated if they were around to avoid any potential events. I had him on a leash, muzzled, ready to take him outside for a walk when I said hi to the two girls staying with us. Tito didn't flinch and was neutral which was an unexpected surprise. While muzzled, we walked through the kitchen, and I decided to reward his neutrality with some treats. I then gave my fiancé's cousin and friend some freeze dried, and they fed him through the muzzle. At this point, I felt comfortable (shame on me) and I sat down on the couch and removed Tito's muzzle. The friend still had some treats and fed him - no issue. All was fine up until she stood up, to which he bit her wrist, drawing blood. Not severe by any means, but yet again I put another person in danger because of my naivety.
INCIDENT #3: This next attack was our tipping point as his bites have progressively gotten worse with each event. I was working in my office and had my golden doodle, and Tito next to me with the door closed. My fiance let me know that our friend (same friend was incident #1) was coming over WITH her 8 year old son. I told her that I would crate both the dogs upstairs while they were over to avoid any issues. I walked out of the office and closed the door so the dogs couldn't see our guests. I was chatting with our friend, and hanging out with her son while we waited for dinner to be done. I fell asleep on the couch (it was a 10 hour work day), and napped for about an hour with the dogs still inside the office. My fiancé didn't want to wake me since she knew I was exhausted, so she leashed both dogs and took them outside to go potty. The 8 year old was on his iPad in the living room while his mom was in the bathroom. My fiancé took the boys to the top of the stairs to get back into our house and had them in a sit-stay command to re-attach their leashes before entering our house through the kitchen. Tito broke command and my fiancé could not get his leash attached in time. Before you know it he pushes the door into the kitchen open and is running full speed to get to me (also has separation anxiety and needs to be near me at all times). In order to get to me on the couch however, he needs to pass the kitchen. As he is running through the kitchen, our friend's son is holding his iPad. Now, he knows that Tito had previously bit his mother, so he was TERRIFIED when he saw him running towards us. The son started screaming, with his hands in the air which at this point I woke up, jumping off the couch. Tito turned back around, and as he did the son threw his iPad at Tito. Tito latched onto the boy's thigh, biting him. Thankfully, as soon as he made contact, he immediately let go but the damage was already done. I picked up our friend's son, took him to the tub to clean/disinfect the bite which had two puncture marks (worse than any previous bite). We took him to the ER and thankfully the doctor said that it wasn't too bad and that it should heal in about a week or so. My fiancé and I were devasted. This poor boy was now traumatized due to our recklessness and inability to manage our reactive dog. My fiancé came into this relationship with (1) dog, while I had Tito and our golden doodle. She didn't sign up to live on eggshells and I commend her for all of her support BUT I feel TERRIBLE that now none of her friends feel safe coming to our home. I spent about two weeks researching behavioral euthanasia and we were committed to moving forward with it in February of this year - until the guilt set in. A few months past, no incidents, until about Mid-March. INCIDENT #4: I already mentioned that I had Tito and our golden doodle (name is Archie) before I met my fiance. She already had a 7 year old Lab/Pit Mix named Jasmine so thankfully we were able to get all three dogs to peacefully co-exist (for the most part). Jasmine is an "old soul" and doesn't like any sudden movements or play while she's around - she has her quirks. I was letting all three dogs out in the backyard one afternoon (this was late March of this year), and decided to play fetch with Archie (golden doodle). Jasmine was waiting by the door to get back into the house as I threw the ball for Archie. In order to get to the ball, he had to run past Jasmine. Archie knows exactly how she would react, so he slowed down, and tip toed past her to safely get to the ball. In that moment, Jasmine turned around and attacked Archie, pinning him to the ground. As I am trying to remove Jasmine off of Archie, Tito comes in from left field and attacks Jasmine. All of this happened within a second and I didn't realize that there was any serious damage until we were in the house much later. Jasmine had a three-inch laceration on her under belly, exposing the muscle with the skin/fur nowhere in sight. We immediately rushed her to the ER to which she ended up having to get 14 stitches. For the record, she is fine now but still a terrifying sight. Yet another tipping point, but we still held off on BE.
INCIDENT #5: On Friday night (two days ago), I was letting the dogs out. Now let me preface by saying that the house we live in is a multi-family home where we live on the 2nd/3rd floor, while the first floor is its own apartment/unit. My fiancé's brother, his girlfriend, and their dog actually occupy this space, so we typically text each other when one of us needs to let the dogs out. We always make sure that the backyard is cleared before letting our dogs out to avoid any potential conflict/injury. I shot over a text and let them know that I would be in the backyard (it is about 10:30 pm, and it's DARK). Her brother acknowledged, and I even made a joke about how Tito was crazy because he spotted a rat in our backyard and chased it to the garage. All of a sudden, I hear their backdoor open and their dog Bronny comes towards us in a full sprint. The brother's girlfriend didn't know we were in the yard, as he told her right when she was opening the door. At this point it was too late. Bronnie and Tito have NEVER met aside from smelling each other's markings in the yard when the other isn't present. Before I could even visually spot Bronny (dark, brindle coat), Tito had his teeth around Bronny's neck. I was able to pry Tito's mouth off him, to which Bronny ran inside their apartment, however Tito followed suit. He got a hold of him AGAIN and I had to pry his teeth off, and sort of nudge Bronny away while I got a good grip on Tito (had no collar on so I had to get a good grip on his scruff). Bronny had peed all over himself, scared shitless. I took the boys upstairs to their crates, and came back down to check on him. The punctures weren't too deep and they said they would take him to the vet. I FEEL AWFUL. Although I gave them a warning that we were in the yard, it is my responsibility to keep everyone safe from our dog. Bronny, who is typically a very rambunctious, silly dog, turned on me earlier today when I said hi in the backyard by myself. He tried to bite me, and the brother had to pull him off. I am responsible for this dog's pain, fear, and trauma. Turns out Bronny's neck had swelled up, creating an abyss. They just got back from the vet, and he needed to be sedated so that they could drain the fluid. I feel so much shame and guilt and don't know if I could live with this happening AGAIN.
What more can I do? - Training, training, training, every single day (making sure his physical needs are met along with adequate mental stimulation) - Worked with several trainers, all of which concluded that this is just who he is - Lots of LOVE, PLAY, and more LOVE - Prong collar (no longer using as it makes his reactivity worse) - E-Collar (no longer using as it only amplifies his redirection) - Behavior modification in conjunction with medication - Has a daily routine and is given jobs
I don't know what else I can do - how can I continue to justify keeping him alive? He is my soul-dog, my best friend, my boy. He has so much love for us and can be the most amazing dog - until he isn't. He would be the greatest dog if it wasn't for his reactivity but what can you do? These were the cards we were dealt. I quite honestly believe that it all comes down to genetics and it is a uphill battle every day. Whoever decided to breed and produce Tito and his litter mates is a backyard breeding POS.
It kills me that I took in this sweet puppy, did everything I possibly could to give him a great life, and it still wasn't enough. It kills me that I am so irresponsible and selfish, that I decided to keep him alive after each and every bite incident. I feel so bad for my fiancé as she knows how hard this decision is for me and yet after everything that has happened, continues to support my decision to keep him alive despite all the pain he has caused us. I can't continue to make excuses for my dog. I can't keep walking on eggshells in my own home, putting the safety of our cats, other dogs, and neighbors at risk because I LOVE MY DOG. My love can't make him a stable, neutral dog.
The thought of taking him to the vet, watching him lay on a metal table breaks my heart. Having him look me in the eyes as he takes his last breath, thinking that we'll leave to go home any minute, brings me to tears. How could I fail this loving boy who would do ANYTHING for me? How can I walk out of the vet clinic with only a leash and no dog looking up at me like I am their whole entire world? This isn't fair. We will be booking an appointment for next Sunday. I plan on taking PTO from work next Friday and Monday so that we can have one last incredible weekend together.
If you have any ideas of how we can make the most of our time, please share. This is going to be the hardest decision of my life and I am not ready to lose my best friend. Thank you for listening.
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INCIDENT #1: My fiancé and I were walking the dogs and had one of our friends who we were expecting waiting outside of our house. We greeted her, the dogs were neutral, and we all walked into the home together. I started prepping the dog's dinner while our friend was taking her shoes off at the entry way. Tito darted from the kitchen, straight to the entryway, and bit our friend's wrist. Thankfully he bit her watch, but it still punctured her wrist and scarred.
INCIDENT #2: A few months went by, and we had my fiancé's cousin and her friend staying with us for the weekend. We made it a point to keep Tito on our second floor, crated if they were around to avoid any potential events. I had him on a leash, muzzled, ready to take him outside for a walk when I said hi to the two girls staying with us. Tito didn't flinch and was neutral which was an unexpected surprise. While muzzled, we walked through the kitchen, and I decided to reward his neutrality with some treats. I then gave my fiancé's cousin and friend some freeze dried, and they fed him through the muzzle. At this point, I felt comfortable (shame on me) and I sat down on the couch and removed Tito's muzzle. The friend still had some treats and fed him - no issue. All was fine up until she stood up, to which he bit her wrist, drawing blood. Not severe by any means, but yet again I put another person in danger because of my naivety.
INCIDENT #3: This next attack was our tipping point as his bites have progressively gotten worse with each event. I was working in my office and had my golden doodle, and Tito next to me with the door closed. My fiance let me know that our friend (same friend was incident #1) was coming over WITH her 8 year old son. I told her that I would crate both the dogs upstairs while they were over to avoid any issues. I walked out of the office and closed the door so the dogs couldn't see our guests. I was chatting with our friend, and hanging out with her son while we waited for dinner to be done. I fell asleep on the couch (it was a 10 hour work day), and napped for about an hour with the dogs still inside the office. My fiancé didn't want to wake me since she knew I was exhausted, so she leashed both dogs and took them outside to go potty. The 8 year old was on his iPad in the living room while his mom was in the bathroom. My fiancé took the boys to the top of the stairs to get back into our house and had them in a sit-stay command to re-attach their leashes before entering our house through the kitchen. Tito broke command and my fiancé could not get his leash attached in time. Before you know it he pushes the door into the kitchen open and is running full speed to get to me (also has separation anxiety and needs to be near me at all times). In order to get to me on the couch however, he needs to pass the kitchen. As he is running through the kitchen, our friend's son is holding his iPad. Now, he knows that Tito had previously bit his mother, so he was TERRIFIED when he saw him running towards us. The son started screaming, with his hands in the air which at this point I woke up, jumping off the couch. Tito turned back around, and as he did the son threw his iPad at Tito. Tito latched onto the boy's thigh, biting him. Thankfully, as soon as he made contact, he immediately let go but the damage was already done. I picked up our friend's son, took him to the tub to clean/disinfect the bite which had two puncture marks (worse than any previous bite). We took him to the ER and thankfully the doctor said that it wasn't too bad and that it should heal in about a week or so. My fiancé and I were devasted. This poor boy was now traumatized due to our recklessness and inability to manage our reactive dog. My fiancé came into this relationship with (1) dog, while I had Tito and our golden doodle. She didn't sign up to live on eggshells and I commend her for all of her support BUT I feel TERRIBLE that now none of her friends feel safe coming to our home. I spent about two weeks researching behavioral euthanasia and we were committed to moving forward with it in February of this year - until the guilt set in. A few months past, no incidents, until about Mid-March. INCIDENT #4: I already mentioned that I had Tito and our golden doodle (name is Archie) before I met my fiance. She already had a 7 year old Lab/Pit Mix named Jasmine so thankfully we were able to get all three dogs to peacefully co-exist (for the most part). Jasmine is an "old soul" and doesn't like any sudden movements or play while she's around - she has her quirks. I was letting all three dogs out in the backyard one afternoon (this was late March of this year), and decided to play fetch with Archie (golden doodle). Jasmine was waiting by the door to get back into the house as I threw the ball for Archie. In order to get to the ball, he had to run past Jasmine. Archie knows exactly how she would react, so he slowed down, and tip toed past her to safely get to the ball. In that moment, Jasmine turned around and attacked Archie, pinning him to the ground. As I am trying to remove Jasmine off of Archie, Tito comes in from left field and attacks Jasmine. All of this happened within a second and I didn't realize that there was any serious damage until we were in the house much later. Jasmine had a three-inch laceration on her under belly, exposing the muscle with the skin/fur nowhere in sight. We immediately rushed her to the ER to which she ended up having to get 14 stitches. For the record, she is fine now but still a terrifying sight. Yet another tipping point, but we still held off on BE.
INCIDENT #5: On Friday night (two days ago), I was letting the dogs out. Now let me preface by saying that the house we live in is a multi-family home where we live on the 2nd/3rd floor, while the first floor is its own apartment/unit. My fiancé's brother, his girlfriend, and their dog actually occupy this space, so we typically text each other when one of us needs to let the dogs out. We always make sure that the backyard is cleared before letting our dogs out to avoid any potential conflict/injury. I shot over a text and let them know that I would be in the backyard (it is about 10:30 pm, and it's DARK). Her brother acknowledged, and I even made a joke about how Tito was crazy because he spotted a rat in our backyard and chased it to the garage. All of a sudden, I hear their backdoor open and their dog Bronny comes towards us in a full sprint. The brother's girlfriend didn't know we were in the yard, as he told her right when she was opening the door. At this point it was too late. Bronnie and Tito have NEVER met aside from smelling each other's markings in the yard when the other isn't present. Before I could even visually spot Bronny (dark, brindle coat), Tito had his teeth around Bronny's neck. I was able to pry Tito's mouth off him, to which Bronny ran inside their apartment, however Tito followed suit. He got a hold of him AGAIN and I had to pry his teeth off, and sort of nudge Bronny away while I got a good grip on Tito (had no collar on so I had to get a good grip on his scruff). Bronny had peed all over himself, scared shitless. I took the boys upstairs to their crates, and came back down to check on him. The punctures weren't too deep and they said they would take him to the vet. I FEEL AWFUL. Although I gave them a warning that we were in the yard, it is my responsibility to keep everyone safe from our dog. Bronny, who is typically a very rambunctious, silly dog, turned on me earlier today when I said hi in the backyard by myself. He tried to bite me, and the brother had to pull him off. I am responsible for this dog's pain, fear, and trauma. Turns out Bronny's neck had swelled up, creating an abyss. They just got back from the vet, and he needed to be sedated so that they could drain the fluid. I feel so much shame and guilt and don't know if I could live with this happening AGAIN.
What more can I do? - Training, training, training, every single day (making sure his physical needs are met along with adequate mental stimulation) - Worked with several trainers, all of which concluded that this is just who he is - Lots of LOVE, PLAY, and more LOVE - Prong collar (no longer using as it makes his reactivity worse) - E-Collar (no longer using as it only amplifies his redirection) - Behavior modification in conjunction with medication - Has a daily routine and is given jobs
I don't know what else I can do - how can I continue to justify keeping him alive? He is my soul-dog, my best friend, my boy. He has so much love for us and can be the most amazing dog - until he isn't. He would be the greatest dog if it wasn't for his reactivity but what can you do? These were the cards we were dealt. I quite honestly believe that it all comes down to genetics and it is a uphill battle every day. Whoever decided to breed and produce Tito and his litter mates is a backyard breeding POS.
It kills me that I took in this sweet puppy, did everything I possibly could to give him a great life, and it still wasn't enough. It kills me that I am so irresponsible and selfish, that I decided to keep him alive after each and every bite incident. I feel so bad for my fiancé as she knows how hard this decision is for me and yet after everything that has happened, continues to support my decision to keep him alive despite all the pain he has caused us. I can't continue to make excuses for my dog. I can't keep walking on eggshells in my own home, putting the safety of our cats, other dogs, and neighbors at risk because I LOVE MY DOG. My love can't make him a stable, neutral dog.
The thought of taking him to the vet, watching him lay on a metal table breaks my heart. Having him look me in the eyes as he takes his last breath, thinking that we'll leave to go home any minute, brings me to tears. How could I fail this loving boy who would do ANYTHING for me? How can I walk out of the vet clinic with only a leash and no dog looking up at me like I am their whole entire world? This isn't fair. We will be booking an appointment for next Sunday. I plan on taking PTO from work next Friday and Monday so that we can have one last incredible weekend together.
If you have any ideas of how we can make the most of our time, please share. This is going to be the hardest decision of my life and I am not ready to lose my best friend. Thank you for listening.
2023.05.29 03:01 Darmanarya Hunting Pack chapter 3
((Credit goes to the one and only u/SpacePaladin15 for his Nature of Predators story upon which this is based! Still getting used to the formatting, but I think I am getting the hang of it!)) FIRST // PREVIOUS // NEXT
Memory transcription subject: Arxur exchange subject Syle
Date [standardized human time]: October 20, 2136
I don’t know which was a bigger pain in my tail. Jack, the shots, or these gnashing seats! There is nowhere for my tail to go and this cheap helicopter keeps bouncing all over the place! Sure, we had to use a civilian model to hide something was up, but could they at least have brought in a fancy one!
Ah well. The view is fantastic though. Gorgeous mountains as far as the eye could see. The valley was full of little towns and cities here and there, but it was mostly forest! One human called it a “park,” but my translator didn’t really have much to say about it. All I knew is that I had rarely seen so much green in my life!
Soon we went towards one of the taller mountains deeper in the wooded areas. Jack said something about being in his family a very long time, about how the park grew around it, and more but I couldn’t give a venlil shit about it yet. I was just busy… looking.
All my missions had been in cities since my small size let me hunt better there. Sure there were some hunts and collections that took place in more sparsely populated areas like this, but I never got to see them. Didn’t help I hatched on a ship and spent pretty much my whole life spacebound.
Soon we settled into a long, but pretty thin grassy area by a house. There was a long road made of loose rocks going down the mountains nearby and at the other end of the grass was a bunch of metal, wood, and more with a large pile of dirt and wood behind them. The house itself was HUGE! At least by my standards. It had two super large bay doors on one side, a wooden covered platform to stand guard, two floors with one huge window, and a orange-red stone pipe on the side pointing up, probably so one could have a fire inside. The sides were clearly made of trees stacked on their sides. A “log cabin” the pilot said.
Well, it's my home now. I wonder who else lives here? Its a barracks big enough for quite a few families.
As we climbed out of the helicopter I kept expecting someone to come out, but nobody did. “Hey Jack! Who else lives here?” I screamed out as the helicopter slowly lifted away. Gnashing thing was as loud as a krakotl! “Just me!” He called back as the helicopter floated away.
“Venlil shit. Who else?” I turned to him and crossed my arms. No way this complex was for one man!
“You now.” He said with a shrug as he walked to the door. He had changed into those blue pants and the small top that humans called a “t-shirt.” His other clothes and gear had been put in his car. “No really! I know its big, but hey, inheritance.” He bared his teeth in that “smile” andmade an odd noise. Laughing? “Welcome home. Besides, not like the gov would want anyone else knowing you are here. The basement is full of junk and guns and shit. Don’t worry about that. Upstairs is just my study and office.”
The first room was rather large. It had a TV, a place for a fire, a large and long chair made of animal skin, and a bunch of devices by the TV. In the next room was a kitchen that was far larger than I was used to. I read that humans prefer to “cook” food, but didn’t expect there to be so many tools to do it with.
“Rooms are down the hall.” He explained as he sat down on the long chair with a grunt. “Ohhh fuck yes. Here. Take a seat.” He patted the skin chair by himself and I sat down on the far side of it.
Oh. OH. Oh betterment this is heaven! The chair is cold, yes, but I thought it was just bloated! It was like sitting on what I thought a bed made of venlil fur felt like! I hissed and let my eyes close as I sunk into its embrace. As I relaxed for… probably the first time in my life really I listened and heard nothing.
No screaming sentients being butchered or eaten.
No tiny brained hunters arguing.
No engine or mechanical noises.
Silence besides some animals and the wind.
I could feel the long chair move a bit as the human clearly wanted to talk to me, but he didn’t. He let me just relax for awhile before getting up and leaving me in this bliss. I could feel my tail curling before I started to feel the cold air tickle my scales. Before I could complain though I heard doors opening and shutting followed by a smell.
FOOD.
My eyes shot open in time to see the human walking in with a bowl of red meat. Fresh. Red. Meat. I paused and looked up at him. This was a whole day’s rations. No! TWO days rations! In one bowl! I didn’t even know what it was from!
“It's just some cuts of venison I was planning on making a stew out of later. Nothing too fancy. OH! That is deer by the way. Non sentient.” He explained before putting the whole bowl in my lap. “It's not cooked or seasoned, but figured you would want something simple to start with.” He explained before sitting back down.
Mine? MINE!
Chunk after chunk of meat met my mouth. My teeth tearing into the soft, cold flesh. It was the best meat I had ever tasted in my LIFE! No taste of the fear, no shame of knowing something that thought suffered for this, and the taste alone! I had no words! I hissed as my tail went nuts. I ate and ate until the bowl was empty.
But by the prophet I was full. No. The prophet, betterment, hunters, it could all ROT for all I care! I closed my eyes again and relaxed. The human could slit my throat right now and I would be okay. My belly was full for the first time in my life. Not only that, but it was full of meat I didn’t feel horrible about. The chair I was in was the best thing I had ever sat on and nobody was screaming near me or looking for a reason to call me defective.
Did one of those shots kill me? This was too good to be life!
He let me lay there for a bit, my tail happily thumping as he started to set up a fire. Soon the room was warm with wonderful smells as well. This. This was almost too much.
Two of what humans called hours passed and I woke back up with a happy hiss. The night was starting to fall and the human was relaxed by me in looser fitting clothing that looked soft. I was covered in a blanket that felt like it was woven out of venlil fur and somehow the chair had tilted back and raised up the bottom to hold my feet and legs up.
He was tapping away on his datapad before looking over at me with a grin. “Hey, how do you feel?” He asked before looking back to his pad. His voice was soft, gentle, and sure even I could pick up on his amusement, but like rot I was going to care.
“Mmmf. Amazing.” My noises were… not intimidating at all, but for some reason he stiffened just a little. Weird, but it is my human. “If all the species in the galaxy knew of life like this I bet humans would have lines volunteer for even slavery.” I chuckled a bit before closing my eyes.
“Hm… probably not the slavery bit, but I do live comfy out here.” He chuckled a bit. “Hey, I am talking to random aliens on this app and a krakotl has the username “Firebird.” She is an exterminator so she just combined her job with what her species is. Gunna tell her about the mythical beast the phoenix.” He was already acting so casually around me. Guess seeing me sleep for so long made him drop his guard.
Not going to ruin this for ANYTHING though. Want more.
Wait. “Wait? You said a Krakotl exterminator? They are willing to talk to you? YOU are willing to talk to THEM after what they did to your kind?” I sat up and the chair returned to its normal setup. My eyes locked on his, there was no way he would be chatting with something like that!
“Yup.” He raised and lowered his shoulders again before tapping the top of his pad. “She didn’t attack us, just some crazy asshole of the same species. She wants to learn more about predators actually.” He explained. “It would be like me blaming you for what happened with the cradle. I read your empathy tests by the way. I know you didn’t like it.” His voice was calm, slow, gentle. Casually explaining to me he was talking with someone who should be both our enemy! Then again, I should be his. But here I am, just waking up from a short sleep on his comfy long-chair after he fed me.
Gnash it. Not going to worry about it.
“So… human… What are your plans for me?” I finally asked. No way he was just going to take me in like this without some sort of hard labor planned for me.
“Well. tonight and tomorrow get you settled in and teach you about human living.” Here it comes. The labor. “Then I will start setting you up with hunting lessons so you can help me hunt while I show you more things humans like.”
That wasn’t labor, that was more relaxing!
“So wait.” I pointed a claw at him as I narrowed my eyes. This was too good. “You just want to relax with me, teach me about human things, and spend time with me?”
His head moved up and down. “Yup. This is an exchange program. Not the prisoner kind either. We are here to learn about each other’s species. That, and make sure you don’t die.” He made that soft laughing noise again.
I sat back in the long chair again and stared at the ceiling. “So you have an Arxur female just in her prime, and you want to just… relax with her? You could do anything you want, make me do anything you want, and you just want to live with her?” I could barely believe it.
“Yup.” He nodded. “We don’t believe in slavery as humans. Fought wars to end it even.” He then went quiet for a few moments as his eyes went wide.
“Wait. FEMALE!?” He yelled out in clear surprise.
He didn’t know I was a girl!?
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Memory transcription subject: Arxur exchange subject Syle
Date [standardized human time]: October 20, 2136
I don’t know which was a bigger pain in my tail. Jack, the shots, or these gnashing seats! There is nowhere for my tail to go and this cheap helicopter keeps bouncing all over the place! Sure, we had to use a civilian model to hide something was up, but could they at least have brought in a fancy one!
Ah well. The view is fantastic though. Gorgeous mountains as far as the eye could see. The valley was full of little towns and cities here and there, but it was mostly forest! One human called it a “park,” but my translator didn’t really have much to say about it. All I knew is that I had rarely seen so much green in my life!
Soon we went towards one of the taller mountains deeper in the wooded areas. Jack said something about being in his family a very long time, about how the park grew around it, and more but I couldn’t give a venlil shit about it yet. I was just busy… looking.
All my missions had been in cities since my small size let me hunt better there. Sure there were some hunts and collections that took place in more sparsely populated areas like this, but I never got to see them. Didn’t help I hatched on a ship and spent pretty much my whole life spacebound.
Soon we settled into a long, but pretty thin grassy area by a house. There was a long road made of loose rocks going down the mountains nearby and at the other end of the grass was a bunch of metal, wood, and more with a large pile of dirt and wood behind them. The house itself was HUGE! At least by my standards. It had two super large bay doors on one side, a wooden covered platform to stand guard, two floors with one huge window, and a orange-red stone pipe on the side pointing up, probably so one could have a fire inside. The sides were clearly made of trees stacked on their sides. A “log cabin” the pilot said.
Well, it's my home now. I wonder who else lives here? Its a barracks big enough for quite a few families.
As we climbed out of the helicopter I kept expecting someone to come out, but nobody did. “Hey Jack! Who else lives here?” I screamed out as the helicopter slowly lifted away. Gnashing thing was as loud as a krakotl! “Just me!” He called back as the helicopter floated away.
“Venlil shit. Who else?” I turned to him and crossed my arms. No way this complex was for one man!
“You now.” He said with a shrug as he walked to the door. He had changed into those blue pants and the small top that humans called a “t-shirt.” His other clothes and gear had been put in his car. “No really! I know its big, but hey, inheritance.” He bared his teeth in that “smile” andmade an odd noise. Laughing? “Welcome home. Besides, not like the gov would want anyone else knowing you are here. The basement is full of junk and guns and shit. Don’t worry about that. Upstairs is just my study and office.”
The first room was rather large. It had a TV, a place for a fire, a large and long chair made of animal skin, and a bunch of devices by the TV. In the next room was a kitchen that was far larger than I was used to. I read that humans prefer to “cook” food, but didn’t expect there to be so many tools to do it with.
“Rooms are down the hall.” He explained as he sat down on the long chair with a grunt. “Ohhh fuck yes. Here. Take a seat.” He patted the skin chair by himself and I sat down on the far side of it.
Oh. OH. Oh betterment this is heaven! The chair is cold, yes, but I thought it was just bloated! It was like sitting on what I thought a bed made of venlil fur felt like! I hissed and let my eyes close as I sunk into its embrace. As I relaxed for… probably the first time in my life really I listened and heard nothing.
No screaming sentients being butchered or eaten.
No tiny brained hunters arguing.
No engine or mechanical noises.
Silence besides some animals and the wind.
I could feel the long chair move a bit as the human clearly wanted to talk to me, but he didn’t. He let me just relax for awhile before getting up and leaving me in this bliss. I could feel my tail curling before I started to feel the cold air tickle my scales. Before I could complain though I heard doors opening and shutting followed by a smell.
FOOD.
My eyes shot open in time to see the human walking in with a bowl of red meat. Fresh. Red. Meat. I paused and looked up at him. This was a whole day’s rations. No! TWO days rations! In one bowl! I didn’t even know what it was from!
“It's just some cuts of venison I was planning on making a stew out of later. Nothing too fancy. OH! That is deer by the way. Non sentient.” He explained before putting the whole bowl in my lap. “It's not cooked or seasoned, but figured you would want something simple to start with.” He explained before sitting back down.
Mine? MINE!
Chunk after chunk of meat met my mouth. My teeth tearing into the soft, cold flesh. It was the best meat I had ever tasted in my LIFE! No taste of the fear, no shame of knowing something that thought suffered for this, and the taste alone! I had no words! I hissed as my tail went nuts. I ate and ate until the bowl was empty.
But by the prophet I was full. No. The prophet, betterment, hunters, it could all ROT for all I care! I closed my eyes again and relaxed. The human could slit my throat right now and I would be okay. My belly was full for the first time in my life. Not only that, but it was full of meat I didn’t feel horrible about. The chair I was in was the best thing I had ever sat on and nobody was screaming near me or looking for a reason to call me defective.
Did one of those shots kill me? This was too good to be life!
He let me lay there for a bit, my tail happily thumping as he started to set up a fire. Soon the room was warm with wonderful smells as well. This. This was almost too much.
Two of what humans called hours passed and I woke back up with a happy hiss. The night was starting to fall and the human was relaxed by me in looser fitting clothing that looked soft. I was covered in a blanket that felt like it was woven out of venlil fur and somehow the chair had tilted back and raised up the bottom to hold my feet and legs up.
He was tapping away on his datapad before looking over at me with a grin. “Hey, how do you feel?” He asked before looking back to his pad. His voice was soft, gentle, and sure even I could pick up on his amusement, but like rot I was going to care.
“Mmmf. Amazing.” My noises were… not intimidating at all, but for some reason he stiffened just a little. Weird, but it is my human. “If all the species in the galaxy knew of life like this I bet humans would have lines volunteer for even slavery.” I chuckled a bit before closing my eyes.
“Hm… probably not the slavery bit, but I do live comfy out here.” He chuckled a bit. “Hey, I am talking to random aliens on this app and a krakotl has the username “Firebird.” She is an exterminator so she just combined her job with what her species is. Gunna tell her about the mythical beast the phoenix.” He was already acting so casually around me. Guess seeing me sleep for so long made him drop his guard.
Not going to ruin this for ANYTHING though. Want more.
Wait. “Wait? You said a Krakotl exterminator? They are willing to talk to you? YOU are willing to talk to THEM after what they did to your kind?” I sat up and the chair returned to its normal setup. My eyes locked on his, there was no way he would be chatting with something like that!
“Yup.” He raised and lowered his shoulders again before tapping the top of his pad. “She didn’t attack us, just some crazy asshole of the same species. She wants to learn more about predators actually.” He explained. “It would be like me blaming you for what happened with the cradle. I read your empathy tests by the way. I know you didn’t like it.” His voice was calm, slow, gentle. Casually explaining to me he was talking with someone who should be both our enemy! Then again, I should be his. But here I am, just waking up from a short sleep on his comfy long-chair after he fed me.
Gnash it. Not going to worry about it.
“So… human… What are your plans for me?” I finally asked. No way he was just going to take me in like this without some sort of hard labor planned for me.
“Well. tonight and tomorrow get you settled in and teach you about human living.” Here it comes. The labor. “Then I will start setting you up with hunting lessons so you can help me hunt while I show you more things humans like.”
That wasn’t labor, that was more relaxing!
“So wait.” I pointed a claw at him as I narrowed my eyes. This was too good. “You just want to relax with me, teach me about human things, and spend time with me?”
His head moved up and down. “Yup. This is an exchange program. Not the prisoner kind either. We are here to learn about each other’s species. That, and make sure you don’t die.” He made that soft laughing noise again.
I sat back in the long chair again and stared at the ceiling. “So you have an Arxur female just in her prime, and you want to just… relax with her? You could do anything you want, make me do anything you want, and you just want to live with her?” I could barely believe it.
“Yup.” He nodded. “We don’t believe in slavery as humans. Fought wars to end it even.” He then went quiet for a few moments as his eyes went wide.
“Wait. FEMALE!?” He yelled out in clear surprise.
He didn’t know I was a girl!?
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2023.05.29 02:51 88frostfromfire Allergic to formula not breastmilk?
Hi all!
I hope this is OK - it's a question for anyone who fed baby both formula and breastmilk.
My baby is nearly 6 months and has been mostly breastfed. She had a bit of formula when she was born, but we switched to exclusively breastmilk once I was producing enough so it was only about a week or so.
Several weeks ago (at 5 months old) we started introducing formula and gave her a small amount everyday. However she started reacting after about 10 days - pooping much more frequently and had a bit of blood in the poop. So I stopped the formula (I didn't switch to another type yet, just wanted to get back to normal). Our doctor's office recommended waiting 2 weeks as the symptoms should resolve and things seem to be getting better.
What confuses me though is whether it's possible to have a cow's milk allergy to formula but not to breastmilk (since I eat a lot of dairy)? Our baby is sometimes fussy but generally a happy baby. Sleeping through the night. Not unusually gassy other than when she was really young.
I'm going to ask my doctor too but just wondering if anyone else has had a baby be allergic to formula but not have a cow's milk allergy from breastmilk?
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I hope this is OK - it's a question for anyone who fed baby both formula and breastmilk.
My baby is nearly 6 months and has been mostly breastfed. She had a bit of formula when she was born, but we switched to exclusively breastmilk once I was producing enough so it was only about a week or so.
Several weeks ago (at 5 months old) we started introducing formula and gave her a small amount everyday. However she started reacting after about 10 days - pooping much more frequently and had a bit of blood in the poop. So I stopped the formula (I didn't switch to another type yet, just wanted to get back to normal). Our doctor's office recommended waiting 2 weeks as the symptoms should resolve and things seem to be getting better.
What confuses me though is whether it's possible to have a cow's milk allergy to formula but not to breastmilk (since I eat a lot of dairy)? Our baby is sometimes fussy but generally a happy baby. Sleeping through the night. Not unusually gassy other than when she was really young.
I'm going to ask my doctor too but just wondering if anyone else has had a baby be allergic to formula but not have a cow's milk allergy from breastmilk?
2023.05.29 01:54 Pheobe0228 I made a huge mistake...helped my ADHD 16yr old rescue a dog.
So I have a very strange situation. My ex and I live across the street from one another. We have for the last 6 years, for the most part it goes well. A couple years ago I wanted to get a dog really bad, he wanted me to have one too so he even built a really nice fence in the back yard at my house. When it came time to pick out a dog, I ended up with two. I couldn't choose so they both came home with me. One my 16yr old picked out Loki and I just loved both, so they came home with me. When we got home my ex was insistant that the dogs stay together, I was hoping Loki would live with my daughter and Charlie could live with me. It didn't go that way so I just sucked it up and did what he wanted. It was my choice to bring home 2. He works from home 4 days, in the office one day so he watches them when he's home. These are not outdoor all day kind of dog, stuck in a kennel or on a chain they are family dogs. They gave poodle in them. I spoil them they are like our kids. Unfortunately my daughter tried to connect with Loki but she see's how Loki has dreamy eyes when she looks at me, and she felt jealous. .. (yeah they are both girls with boy names. LoL.) So she never gave it a ton of effort to connect with Loki it was off and on.
About a year and a half later my dogs are trained, they never chewed on shoes or did anything to terrible because we always bought them bully sticks, toys or whatever. . They have had bad dog days but nothing terrible.. anyways one night there was this sound in the middle of the night when I stayed over there, it woke me up it was Christmas time so it was cold as hell outside. When I finally figured out what it was it was the cutest little husky shepard mix had crawled under his porch trying to find warmth about 7 weeks old. My ex decided to bring him in, put him in the garage and keep him warm. We didn't know if he had anything so we kept him seperate from my dogs until we got him checked out. I put signs up. My daughter in-law came over and instantly tried to give him away before we had a fair chance to even try to find the rightful owner. We found a dog before and found the owner this way. I posted on Fb and neighborhood app. My daughter would go out to the garage and spend hours with him and begging to keep him as her own.. I can't afford to take on another dog.
I didn't want another dog so I told her if she was able to talk her Dad into keeping him there is no way shape or form I could be financially responsible for this dog. My ex makes 5x what I do. He took him to the vet, got him all ready to go, then bam he got ring worm but that went away pretty quickly. He spend tons of money on him again and he still has to get him fixed. My daughter recently got a job, she's rarely home and when she is home she doesn't spend a whole ton of time with him. Her room is always a mess. The dogs usually stay at his house whenever we go somewhere. When it's her weekend to be at her Dad's he keeps her dog over there, when its my weekend I keep him with me. Every time he leaves his house the dog chews on the furniture, the vertical blinds get eaten up so on, once he came home to his throw pillows all over the house torn apart. And this pisses him off ROYALLY to the point I am scared for the dog. I told him he needs to kennel him but for some reason he won't do it. He thinks its cruel but apparently copral punishment isn't.
When I have them here, at night I kennel Loki with Sammy because they get along well then Charlie sleeps in my room. I don't give him leeway to chew on anything when I'm not in the room. My family thinks I am a monster for seperating them but they don't complain, whine or anything they dont seem to care.
Idk what to do. I was out today and it happened again, he let them all stay the night at his house last night because Sammy was there, he took her to work, when he got home his blinds were chewed up again, he had just replaced 3 yesterday. He likes Sammy when Sammy is being watched but doesn't like him on the couch ir bed because he sheds everywhere and my daughter isn't responsible enough to brush him daily nor is she home that much. She has him at the end of his rope with animals since she also has a cat, she has had a snake and a hampster the snake died the hamster got murdered by Jay kitty and so on, he is fed up.
I feel guilty because now she's saying she wants to go in the Army after graduation, she's in JORTC. She can't leave that dog with him. He may kill him. I wished he would just kennel him in the house, they have one I bought for the girls, they don't need it they are pretty trustworthy if the house is picked up as it always is in the main area. My ex is a clean freak but not my daughter.
I feel so bad because I stuck up for her but he has turned into a nightmare over there. Some days she even ignores him because of his behavior, she says he ejaculated on her bed ? Idk what's that all about, didnt ask questions. My girls don't shed tiny hairs everywhere like he does, my ex loves my two but I cant say he hates him but he hates him when hes bad.
She begged for a service dog but is nowhere near being able to train him for that. He is only maybe 6 or 7 months old. Cute as a button but noone wants to touch him because you get covered in hair. We do love on him though. I call him my grand puppy and give him loves, he thinks he's more important to me then my girls, lol. I try to give him love too. He is a wrecking ball in the bathtub and my ex demands baths once a week or every two weeks. This dog always stinks. She hates giving him baths because hes to hard to contain.
On top of it all, I feed my dog premium dog food. Now that Sammy eats more then half of what my two medium size dogs eat, I ask him for half, 35.00 when I but that 37 lb bag that used to last a month and a half, now last 3 weeks. I told her to buy him a slow feeder. He is trying to talk me into going to the cheapest food there is, I can't do that for my dogs because I want them healthy for the long haul. I pay for insurance in Charlie, he pays for Loki this started when they were babies and Sammy doesn't have insurance, noone wants to pay for it. Well I can't thats why he paid for Loki.
Suggestions anyone? We do love Sammy but I feel like I messed up for sticking up for her. We dont believe in taking in a dog then giving him away but right now my ex is wishing he would get run over.
She has a job, she doesn't want to pay for anything related to him except the fun stuff. We buy treats, bully sticks are EXPENSIVE, beef cheek rolls and so on for them to chew on. She doesn't want to help out for the 20.00 bottle of shampoo I bought that's perfect for her dog but not mine, it will whiten them. He is white already. I'm not going to favor my dogs over Sammy because I love Sammy too but honestly I think giving him away would be best. Am I am monster? Also, my 23 yr old son lives with my ex, he works nights so he watches the dogs when my ex has to go into the office. Less crap gets torn up. He is moving out Thursday and my ex is on a project where he has to go out of town several days this month. It not an option to have them in my house. We don't want them roaming around the yard all day in the heat when everyone is gone, they dig craters in the yards and I won't have that. I feel like getting a huge outdoor kennel like at Costco is just aweful. We have hot summers and cold winters. Idk what to do. We did t have any problems before Sammy came along. I feel like a shit mother. I'm not even sure if it would break her heart to find the right home for Sammy at this point. How can I convince him to kennel the dog when he's not home? Maybe I will just set it up in the kitchen when we start to go somewhere. Idk. I know it sounds like he hates Sammy, he really doesn't but something has to change. We love our daughter and want her to have the things she wants but I messed up on this one.
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About a year and a half later my dogs are trained, they never chewed on shoes or did anything to terrible because we always bought them bully sticks, toys or whatever. . They have had bad dog days but nothing terrible.. anyways one night there was this sound in the middle of the night when I stayed over there, it woke me up it was Christmas time so it was cold as hell outside. When I finally figured out what it was it was the cutest little husky shepard mix had crawled under his porch trying to find warmth about 7 weeks old. My ex decided to bring him in, put him in the garage and keep him warm. We didn't know if he had anything so we kept him seperate from my dogs until we got him checked out. I put signs up. My daughter in-law came over and instantly tried to give him away before we had a fair chance to even try to find the rightful owner. We found a dog before and found the owner this way. I posted on Fb and neighborhood app. My daughter would go out to the garage and spend hours with him and begging to keep him as her own.. I can't afford to take on another dog.
I didn't want another dog so I told her if she was able to talk her Dad into keeping him there is no way shape or form I could be financially responsible for this dog. My ex makes 5x what I do. He took him to the vet, got him all ready to go, then bam he got ring worm but that went away pretty quickly. He spend tons of money on him again and he still has to get him fixed. My daughter recently got a job, she's rarely home and when she is home she doesn't spend a whole ton of time with him. Her room is always a mess. The dogs usually stay at his house whenever we go somewhere. When it's her weekend to be at her Dad's he keeps her dog over there, when its my weekend I keep him with me. Every time he leaves his house the dog chews on the furniture, the vertical blinds get eaten up so on, once he came home to his throw pillows all over the house torn apart. And this pisses him off ROYALLY to the point I am scared for the dog. I told him he needs to kennel him but for some reason he won't do it. He thinks its cruel but apparently copral punishment isn't.
When I have them here, at night I kennel Loki with Sammy because they get along well then Charlie sleeps in my room. I don't give him leeway to chew on anything when I'm not in the room. My family thinks I am a monster for seperating them but they don't complain, whine or anything they dont seem to care.
Idk what to do. I was out today and it happened again, he let them all stay the night at his house last night because Sammy was there, he took her to work, when he got home his blinds were chewed up again, he had just replaced 3 yesterday. He likes Sammy when Sammy is being watched but doesn't like him on the couch ir bed because he sheds everywhere and my daughter isn't responsible enough to brush him daily nor is she home that much. She has him at the end of his rope with animals since she also has a cat, she has had a snake and a hampster the snake died the hamster got murdered by Jay kitty and so on, he is fed up.
I feel guilty because now she's saying she wants to go in the Army after graduation, she's in JORTC. She can't leave that dog with him. He may kill him. I wished he would just kennel him in the house, they have one I bought for the girls, they don't need it they are pretty trustworthy if the house is picked up as it always is in the main area. My ex is a clean freak but not my daughter.
I feel so bad because I stuck up for her but he has turned into a nightmare over there. Some days she even ignores him because of his behavior, she says he ejaculated on her bed ? Idk what's that all about, didnt ask questions. My girls don't shed tiny hairs everywhere like he does, my ex loves my two but I cant say he hates him but he hates him when hes bad.
She begged for a service dog but is nowhere near being able to train him for that. He is only maybe 6 or 7 months old. Cute as a button but noone wants to touch him because you get covered in hair. We do love on him though. I call him my grand puppy and give him loves, he thinks he's more important to me then my girls, lol. I try to give him love too. He is a wrecking ball in the bathtub and my ex demands baths once a week or every two weeks. This dog always stinks. She hates giving him baths because hes to hard to contain.
On top of it all, I feed my dog premium dog food. Now that Sammy eats more then half of what my two medium size dogs eat, I ask him for half, 35.00 when I but that 37 lb bag that used to last a month and a half, now last 3 weeks. I told her to buy him a slow feeder. He is trying to talk me into going to the cheapest food there is, I can't do that for my dogs because I want them healthy for the long haul. I pay for insurance in Charlie, he pays for Loki this started when they were babies and Sammy doesn't have insurance, noone wants to pay for it. Well I can't thats why he paid for Loki.
Suggestions anyone? We do love Sammy but I feel like I messed up for sticking up for her. We dont believe in taking in a dog then giving him away but right now my ex is wishing he would get run over.
She has a job, she doesn't want to pay for anything related to him except the fun stuff. We buy treats, bully sticks are EXPENSIVE, beef cheek rolls and so on for them to chew on. She doesn't want to help out for the 20.00 bottle of shampoo I bought that's perfect for her dog but not mine, it will whiten them. He is white already. I'm not going to favor my dogs over Sammy because I love Sammy too but honestly I think giving him away would be best. Am I am monster? Also, my 23 yr old son lives with my ex, he works nights so he watches the dogs when my ex has to go into the office. Less crap gets torn up. He is moving out Thursday and my ex is on a project where he has to go out of town several days this month. It not an option to have them in my house. We don't want them roaming around the yard all day in the heat when everyone is gone, they dig craters in the yards and I won't have that. I feel like getting a huge outdoor kennel like at Costco is just aweful. We have hot summers and cold winters. Idk what to do. We did t have any problems before Sammy came along. I feel like a shit mother. I'm not even sure if it would break her heart to find the right home for Sammy at this point. How can I convince him to kennel the dog when he's not home? Maybe I will just set it up in the kitchen when we start to go somewhere. Idk. I know it sounds like he hates Sammy, he really doesn't but something has to change. We love our daughter and want her to have the things she wants but I messed up on this one.
2023.05.29 00:45 Hotel-23 Just need to get this off my chest about my neighbor attracting strays. Tldr warning!
I live in a rural area in South Carolina. At 41 me and my wife had scratched and clawed to finally be able to buy our first home. I'm currently on LTIR as I've been for almost 2 years now. Never in a million years would I have expected to end up in rural S.C.. We have a Doberman, & a husky. And spent the time and money to build a fenced area for our dogs to run openly. Even got them a doggie door. They've never been happier having come from tiny backyard suburbia. Now 3 years in and we've done tons of work by hand. Building chicken coops. We let them free range during the day on our 4 acres. Then we had one old feral cat show up that had to be destroyed. So then we built a chicken fence restricting them to 1 acre of our backyard so as not to invite problems. Then we added motion flood lights. Then we added traps and cameras. Then more outdoor cameras. Now taking all that into account. Of course we have 1 neighbor, across the street. Who in the year they've lived there started putting out food. We warned her. Even played like we were concerned about the cats. We're surrounded by cow pasture and quit a couple coyotes. Nope didn't stop. Then 2 more cats which were of the group she fed, caught on cameras stalking chickens and had to be destroyed. Warned her again. Pointed it out again that she was causing this. As of right now I have had to destroy a total of 9 cats this year. We had animal Control out there weeks ago, and me and the officer had to capture a mother dog, then dig out the 9 fresh puppies she had nested underground in a rotted stump. Now we're right back here again. Now she has a stray dog that raided our chicken coop today not 10 minutes after we left to drop off my daughter. We have a dead rooster, who was one of those ugly mini chickens my wife thought was cute. That little bastard died fighting and definitely kept the kill count down. Besides brave Devon we lost 3 of our good egg layers. So here I sit in my garage where I'll have to be all night. It's Sunday memorial day weekend. So the game warden definitely won't be here until at least Monday morning. We did have a regular sheriff here who really did try to catch it. And of course the neighbor was trying to tell the officer that it wasn't her dog, and that it was just a stray she wasn't responsible for. And he corrected that shit real quick. In this state if it barks like a duck & looks like a duck, guess what? Its your fucking dog. TLDR --- stupid stray feeding neighbor has caused me to have to destroy 9 cats, rescue a dog mother & her 9 little puppies. Has cost the death of roughly a half dozen of my chickens I can prove on video. And now that piece of shit has me sitting outside in the cold rain tasked with possibly having to put dog a dog who's really just trying to survive using learned behaviors across the street.. thank you for allow me to vent how pissed I am that I have to make this choice.
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2023.05.29 00:09 Cinemaphreak LPT - Never Lie At Work and Never Do Things That Will Put You In A Position To Need To Lie To Save Your Job. Eat The S**t Sammich and Move On
[Caveat this obviously only applies if you work for a decent/good/great company where you won't be forced into a situation with an a-hole boss where you did nothing wrong but need to lie anyways because that's the a-holes MO]
I've worked off and on for my present employer for going on 10 years (I was gone for about 10 years in the middle when I went independent for awhile but decided it wasn't worth the little extra money for a whole lot more stress of owning my own business). From the beginning, I have had a reputation as someone who is both a hard worker, team player and very honest.
That last part has saved my ass several times. I celebrity client (just realized is dead so I can name them: Olivia Newton John, RIP) called the first year I was with them to complain that I had "just wandered into my house." Soon as it was announced to the office, one of the first voices was the point person for client relations who said, "That doesn't sound like Cinemaphreak. Let's wait until we can hear it from him what exactly happened." What happened was her nephew invited me into the house which is why I was sitting in her dining room with her two assistants when she walked in wearing her PJs and gasped. Said nephew was about to leave for the airport, so was in the guest room when she asked the assistants "did either of you invite him in before I could get dressed?"
Now, while she did later confirm with the nephew that is indeed what transpired, as far as my bosses were concerned the matter was over the moment I finished telling them. Just two days ago it came into play in a minor way when I misremembered a petty cash voucher amount but my rep made the boss get ticked off with the VP because clearly I wasn't trying to steal 10 effing dollars from the company and it was his job to deal instead of refusing to communicate with me because "I don't make mistakes" (and yes, a-hole, you do, but don't have an ego small enough to admit it).
It's also why I am just about the only person at the company who can go to the boss and tell them that a client has told me that they would like to request that I am their person when possible to handle their business (otherwise, employees are expected to tell any client that they need to make the request personally). I was recently granted commission on a client that has been with the company longer than I have been simply because my boss said "He obviously likes you and stays with us because of it" (we have no sales staff, all work is either word of mouth or employees bringing clients with them which I have also done).
But it's been this way at every place I worked. Back when I used to bartend, I quit because I was fed up with getting static from some of the wait staff and also coming up short because someone was getting into my register when I went to the kitchen or stock room. The manager knew this was almost certainly the case and would have me recount repeatedly hoping it was a miscount instead, "But I can't keep making up the difference, you need to either keep a better eye on your money or catch this asshole so I can fire him" (we had it down to two waiters, but whoever it was was a good thief).
The place was owned by the manager's father, who called me at home after I quit and wouldn't return his son's calls as was so done with the place. In his very accented English, "Why you care about a fucking waiter? We know it's not you. We pay you back until we catch this guy" (meaning I would keep acting like I was putting the difference back in the til and they would secretly refund it because they knew it was a thief not named me). And yes, I know, under the law I wasn't obligated to make up the difference, but good luck proving that's why you got fired.
Point is, it will not be pleasant when you do have to fess up to your screw-ups and have to eat the s**t sammich of consequences, down the road the reputation for being honest is a rep you literally cannot buy but is near priceless.
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I've worked off and on for my present employer for going on 10 years (I was gone for about 10 years in the middle when I went independent for awhile but decided it wasn't worth the little extra money for a whole lot more stress of owning my own business). From the beginning, I have had a reputation as someone who is both a hard worker, team player and very honest.
That last part has saved my ass several times. I celebrity client (just realized is dead so I can name them: Olivia Newton John, RIP) called the first year I was with them to complain that I had "just wandered into my house." Soon as it was announced to the office, one of the first voices was the point person for client relations who said, "That doesn't sound like Cinemaphreak. Let's wait until we can hear it from him what exactly happened." What happened was her nephew invited me into the house which is why I was sitting in her dining room with her two assistants when she walked in wearing her PJs and gasped. Said nephew was about to leave for the airport, so was in the guest room when she asked the assistants "did either of you invite him in before I could get dressed?"
Now, while she did later confirm with the nephew that is indeed what transpired, as far as my bosses were concerned the matter was over the moment I finished telling them. Just two days ago it came into play in a minor way when I misremembered a petty cash voucher amount but my rep made the boss get ticked off with the VP because clearly I wasn't trying to steal 10 effing dollars from the company and it was his job to deal instead of refusing to communicate with me because "I don't make mistakes" (and yes, a-hole, you do, but don't have an ego small enough to admit it).
It's also why I am just about the only person at the company who can go to the boss and tell them that a client has told me that they would like to request that I am their person when possible to handle their business (otherwise, employees are expected to tell any client that they need to make the request personally). I was recently granted commission on a client that has been with the company longer than I have been simply because my boss said "He obviously likes you and stays with us because of it" (we have no sales staff, all work is either word of mouth or employees bringing clients with them which I have also done).
But it's been this way at every place I worked. Back when I used to bartend, I quit because I was fed up with getting static from some of the wait staff and also coming up short because someone was getting into my register when I went to the kitchen or stock room. The manager knew this was almost certainly the case and would have me recount repeatedly hoping it was a miscount instead, "But I can't keep making up the difference, you need to either keep a better eye on your money or catch this asshole so I can fire him" (we had it down to two waiters, but whoever it was was a good thief).
The place was owned by the manager's father, who called me at home after I quit and wouldn't return his son's calls as was so done with the place. In his very accented English, "Why you care about a fucking waiter? We know it's not you. We pay you back until we catch this guy" (meaning I would keep acting like I was putting the difference back in the til and they would secretly refund it because they knew it was a thief not named me). And yes, I know, under the law I wasn't obligated to make up the difference, but good luck proving that's why you got fired.
Point is, it will not be pleasant when you do have to fess up to your screw-ups and have to eat the s**t sammich of consequences, down the road the reputation for being honest is a rep you literally cannot buy but is near priceless.