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Max got his microchip today. He is officially and completely adopted. I would like to remind you that I did put Max through the pound in case someone was looking for him and I have to say that my experience with it was just fine. I had heard stories from local people about how bad our pound is but the pound let me foster him and adopt him under my own terms. They were slow with the final paperwork, but I had an email confirming he was officially mine when the time expired. The pound "held" him for 10 days, though only 7 of those were business days. I did bypass the pound for his medical crisis, as I'm sure they would have euthanized him rather than spend the money on him with a 50-50 chance of survival. I did inform the bylaw officer about the situation, after the fact, and I reassured him that I didn't expect the town to cover any of his medical expenses. Probably I bent or broke some rule there, but he didn't say anything about it.
Picture above is from June 13 visit. I did go see Max and his people the other day, but I didn't take my camera that day.
Even if your cat doesn't go outdoors as a rule, it is a good idea to microchip your pet in case it escapes or gets lost. And remember to register the chip online so that the animal can be traced back to you if found!
Technicians at Lockheed Martin Space in Littleton, Colorado installed a microchip with 1.6 million names submitted by the public to ride along with NASA’s InSight Mission to Mars. The chip was installed on Jan. 23, 2018. This joins another microchip that was previously installed that included 800,000 names for a grand total of 2.4 million names going to Mars as early as May 5, 2018.
hmm, "chips" was not an easy challenge to deal with since i am watching what i eat, but then i had a brainstorm and dug out these ceramic circuit boards. and one actually had things soldered to it. (please don't tell me they are not computer chips-- 2 decades ago they may have been their version.)
so how did i come across these, you ask?? a dear friend used to to be part of the corporate world doing R&D as a chemist. after a long time she decided to give back-- to leave there and become a 3rd grade teacher and she was one of the best!! sadly, she succumbed to cancer and i still miss her.
scavchal18 chips
ODC macro (i may replace this one with an LBS one later)
Envious:
I was envious of the powers that the baby was getting for doing nothing but be born; I worked so hard everyday, yet i’m not a monster like she was. Well, they just needed to an even more scared ritual to make her, well, completely Envy. Sure they already ripped out half of a beating heart and pathetic brain and implanted the same microchip I had into her at least eighteen thousand times. “What would we do if Amaris is defeated?” I asked.
“We get Amberlee.” Nathan was still right beside me, and was still smoking. Gosh, I hated that smell. Stop smoking, daddy, it will kill you.
“And what happens when she falls?” Shut up child. Was my dad high? What the...what was going on. Why did I even care about this?
“Ha, we would probably had made something better.” Master was acting like a know-it-all, but I knew he didn’t know something. The answer to the next question.
“Master, what would happen if somebody figured out how to unleash the Wrath Crystals?”
“That will never happen.”
“But, what if it does?” The Wrath Crystals were more powerful than us; the only reason they were gone because Mona hid them somewhere.
“Excuse us, we need to go outside.” He opened the door, and pulled me outside with him. Kimberly, stop being a b*tch.
“What was that about, Kimber?”
“To become more powerful we have to think about the future. We already failed so much because we never got a step higher than the foe, and we need to stop failing!”
“We aren’t failing.” I gave Nathan the eyes; we hadn’t even seen the pink haired girl for years.
“The last time we killed somebody was years ago.” Yuni, why had that name stuck with me after all these years? She was dead, she was a Dark Priest, she was not a good girl anymore. You fail as a father!
“Bu-”
“No, you have to listen to me.” I grabbed the cigarette from Nathan, and threw it onto the ground. “Listen.”
“I’m your master.”
“And, i’m trying to help you.” Missy, take that back or I WILL KILL YOU! I crossed my arms knowing that he didn’t. “If you want to succeed listen.” Then the name Luka popped up in my head, but I did not know why I kept remembering this boy’s name.
“Are you saying i’m not good enough.” After that, Nathan grabbed a see through bag that had something that looked like dust in it. Something in my head made me scared of this thing. No!
“What?” But, the dust covered my body and the bag was empty. There was something different about me...why did all the sudden Nathan looked like a blonde version of the old movie star Tom Cruise? He was cuter, he was sexier, he was hotter. What was I just saying, what?
“Kimber, what do you think now?” No! What was that voice inside my head, nah, nothing mattered but master.
“The same as I ever did.” The expression on Nathan’s face told me something, but I didn’t know what. It was a smile, yet a grin at the same freaking time. How did that work, I pondered. I didn’t need an answer. Well, Nathan did and I was spending way too much time thinking to myself. “And, I will do anything for you, master.”
“Good.” What was up? Why was Nathan asking me all of these questions? Why am I asking myself all of these questions? Nothing felt wrong, but at the same time everything felt wrong. There was too many questions I had; MARKA employees wasn’t supposed to be the questioning kind.
“Why are you asking?”
“Just to make sure.”
“Okay.” Then a name came inside my head, Luka. What, oh great here I went again questioning myself, but what were these voices in my head? Was Mona trying to get to me? Not the questioning kind, not the questioning kind. “Is there something else?”
“Yes, commander Kimber?”
“What is it?” Luka, Luka, Luka. But, I tried to slap the thoughts out of my head; it didn’t work whatsoever. Luka, Luka, Luka. Why are you doing this to me, daddy?
“This.” What was th-. He silenced my thoughts by a kiss, what was happening? But, then my thoughts, my wonders, went away. The most powerful man in the universe liked me of all women, me Kimber. Then we broke apart when we heard footsteps in the hallway.
“Sir, we think we have sightings of the rebels.” I would normally go with him, yet something made me his little yorkie. Was it the dust, no way its puberty. I’m twenty-seven how could it be puberty?
“What do you want me to do?” Nathan handed me a box after that, a white box with a red bow.
“Open it in your room.” Why, I wanted to ask, but Nathan already was gone. Godd*mn teleportation powers.
“I guess I have to do what he says.” Then I continued down the hallway and went up the stairs till the fourth level, where I turned. When I reached my door I opened it.
“Home sweet home.” So, I closed the door, and quickly opened up the package. When I opened it I was sprayed with dust. All of this dust started to make me sick, but why should I care. Then ,the next layer, I saw striper clothes, but I didn’t care. Do exactly what master says, no questions. And, the last layer was a note.
Dear Kimber,
Come to the throne room right after you get ready because I have a surprise for you. And, I know you will come, but I just like writing letters, it’s a hobby for some reason. Well, see you later.
From your master, Nathan
All hail the king, all hail the master. So, I did what he said, still no questions, no weird useless memories, no anything that master didn’t like.
t the throne room:
Nobody was there yet, I always seemed to be the first person to many things. Then Rikku appeared from nowhere, and so did Andrea, Yuni, Tyler, and many other people the rebels love, well used to love. I was the only person in the room that was alive or was I? “Oh, you came.”
“Of course, master, when did I ever not obey you?”
“Good girl.” I could tell my skin was shining because all of that dust, all of the love.
“I’m never good,” I laughed.
“Just go over there.” He pointed at one of the sides of the throne. If I actually could ask something I would ask why do this seem to be like hell, not like that was a bad thing.
“Yes.” I was like his puppet; I did everything he wanted me to do. Give me a sandwich, yes because that was what I always did. Make me have fun, yes because that was what I always did. Then he directed all the other people around. We were ready for what he wanted, we always were.
“Time for war.” No questions about the war. I just stood there with very revealing clothes that would make any movie PG-13, but it didn’t make me disgusted. Nothing did expect if it made master so. Nothing. Murder, rape, anything. “Bring them in.”
“Yes sir.” Then I saw Fatima, pink haired girl, other pink haired girl, Fatima’s husband, Andru, Suki, and that annoying girl that used to be in the cage; they weren’t all here, but this was a big chunk of them still. I wasn’t disappointed; I couldn’t be.
“What the...that is just sick.” Pinky’s eyes widened till the size of Anime, well, eyes.
“Give up now,” master demanded.
“Why should we listen to you?” Fatima’s husband was usually the quiet one; I knew because I looked at his record a little time ago, quiet. Now I still didn’t feel anything.
“You will.” Nathan snapped his fingers, and Amberlee, Amaya, Enya, two babies, Von, and Violet somehow appeared. Yes, things were coming better and better.
“That’s impossible, we watched them escape!” Suki’s face showed feelings of sadness and anger, but not envy. No envy in the room.
“They will join your other dead friends if you don’t listen.” He got up from his chair, and pointed at me. “Or you will be like Kimber.” But, then he went up to Rikku and also pointed at her.
“Why are you doing this to us?” Andru questioned. No questioning allowed in the MARKA alliance, none whatsoever.
“It’s my job.”
“Your my father, that is not what fathers are supposed to do.” Nathan rolled my eyes, so I did also.
“How do you know that, Andru, you never had kids. Well, you did get married when you were sixteen, but nah I still hate you. Now to continue on with the thing I was doing.”
“You f*cker.” But, Nathan ignored Andru’s insult, and did what he wanted to do.
“Rikku, the brilliant weapon specialist whom had a wicked past, tee hee.” He continued walking down the line of the evil deceased. “Next, Andrea who was a loyal person who would do anything for her friends, and that was how she fell. And, Yuni the love-seeking magician who had a few problems with her stomach...yep. Tyler the real savior that just couldn’t take it...” blah blah blah blah. I wanted to fall asleep, but I needed to please master.
“This crappy time...urgh,” complained the other pink haired girl.
“Shut up.” I was kind of shocked, don’t feel shocked I told myself. Master Nathan usually scolded people who talked when they weren’t supposed to talk, yet he didn’t do anything to me.
“Where is Amaris and Luka!” Pinky demanded while getting up; Nathan’s glare made her sit down again. Luka, that was...why was I rebelling? Don’t rebel, don’t betray.
“Oh, I perfectly know where they are, but I will never tell you.” Nathan sat back down in the chair, crossing his legs. Don’t rebel now I told myself. You need every inch of your body to be covered in the word rebel my blood because that is the only thing you ever be. And, this would have been a time I would usually rebel, but not now. “But, because you asked I will show you Amaris.” He snapped his fingers for the billionth time this evening.
“S*IT!” All the rebels looked at Amaris in pure terror, and I thought she was more beautiful than before being Envy; like I was evil at the time you know?
“You are becoming more of a f*cker everyday.” Then Nathan glared at his only living son; don’t ask me what happened to the other two, wait Envy.
“Thanks for the compliment, Andru.” The black muck was all over Amaris, and a robot was being built around her, perfect.
“Are you going to do anything to us?” Vy asked. The people just wouldn’t stop questioning but the children, whom where too scared to move a move a muscle.
“Agents, give Suki to me and put the rest in the cells.”
“Yes, sir.” We were all his puppets, but who says being a puppet is a bad thing?
“And, commander Kimber and Dark Priests you can go.” Before I went out of the door, I was the last one, I looked at Suki. The look on her would scar me forever and ever; the look of real horror, she was scared of her own father. Stop scaring me ,daddy, stop it! I was still having memories of the old me and a completely different person.
“AHHH!” That was the last word I heard from the room that day, a scream.
“It is what we have to do kid.”
The next day:
I decided to go to the cells, it was my free day of the week and I needed something to do to kill time. So, I went there not knowing what would happen next.
“Hey b*tches.” At least I had my normal MARKA jumpsuit on, but it was too small for me, of course.
“What do you want?” I went to the one with pinky because they put the people in different cells in different cell blocks. What do you want kid scam before I hurt ya, Kimber.
“To talk Pinky.”
“Oh, like i’m going to talk to you.” Then I took out my gun, which I had a better grip now so I wouldn’t drop it and have to use a sword again.
“I want you to tell me something about Luka; I keep hearing his name in my head, why?”
“First, Luka is a girl with a boy name. Second, don’t call me Pinky my name is Thunder.”
“Yeah this tell me.” This girl was making me a little bit impatient, and I hated that.
“Well, I guess I can tell you because I don’t want my brains to be blown out today. She was part of our team, and MARKA took her three years ago and we never saw her again.” She laid down on her bed which was exactly like the one I had, weird. Mommy, can I have a bedtime story; I just had a nightmare. No. Please Mother.
“So, we took her, but that doesn’t explain why I hear her name in my freaking head.”
“You don’t remember this, but you were looking for her years on end with me. And, when we decided to look at MARKA...well they took you.” Thunder started to cry, the tough girl.
“You’re lying.”
“No, i’m not, Kimber.” Her eyes were turning red because of how much she was crying. Wimp, but I didn’t want myself to think that for some reason. Something didn’t feel right once again, oh great.
“That is commander Kimber to you.”
“I’m not one of you.”
“Who says you would never be?” I questioned while fixing my long brown hair. Who says he will ever be sober mother? Get out of my head VOICES; freaking f*cking voices that were driving me insane.
“Me.” That answer made me laugh like an idiot, but Thunder’s glare could stop everybody from giggling. She was dead serious about what she said. Crap. CRAP, RUN MARKA IS HERE!
“Forget it, Thunder, your team will never win.” I put the gun back into my pocket, and Thunder was watching my every move. She was an eagle and I was a mouse it felt like. But, I should have been the eagle not the freaking mouse, the weak creature.
“You can kill me, but you can never kill the hope of the people.” Really, that was easy to do.
“We can just kill everybody not part of us.” Take every kid here, guys, hurry before the crystals come. And, I moved uncomfortably; Thunder scared the crap out of me.
“Then more people in MARKA will turn up to be like Fatima and the old you.” Wait, I pondered, that couldn’t be possible, right? Then I remembered of a door that I never seen the inside of; maybe that door would have answers.
“I have to go.” I bolted out of the cell block because I needed to check it out before it was too late. My hips hurt, I didn’t care. The only thing I wanted then was answers not pleasure.
At the door:
It was wooden for some reason Nathan never told me, but that made the door stand out from the rest of the metal agency. So, I made sure nobody saw me enter because MARKA never had locked doors for some reason. Then I quickly opened the door and it made no sound, thank Mona. Wait, why was I thinking of Mona? Whatever, I just needed to know what was in here.
“Oh my god.” It was a woman, a woman called Luka. My microchip fell out; I remembered my past, my life. Luka was dead; there were a thousand knives pierced in her. No way she would have survived that, but seeing that made me know what exactly happened the unfaithful day.
I was on a helicopter:
There were other kids I knew with me, but I didn’t know their names. They just went to the same school as me, that was it. “What are you going to do with us?” A girl with red hair asked next to me.
“Whatever master said.” I looked out the side of the plane, nobody was coming to rescue us.
“Who is your master?” Another kid with sparkly blue eyes was staring at the guy in the same jumpsuit I was in.
“You will see little kid.” The guy crossed his arms, annoyed of all the kids with him. But, the pilot did not seem to mind our questions. I just looked at my hands, which were covered in blood. My whole family was murdered in front of me.
“Tell me now.” The foul stood up from his seat, headstrong and an idiot.
“I am not supposed to tell anybody kid.” The guy was still crossing his arms keeping a sharp eyes out for the rebel. “So, to pass the time everybody tell their life stories until they are gone forever.” He uncrossed his arms, and then pointed at me, the quiet one. “You first.”
“Me?”
“Yes you. I see greatness in you kid, and if you don’t you die.” Then he pressed the gun on the side of my head. I was scared of this guy, so I freely told my story.
“Well, i’m Kimber Greene the youngest of three kids. But, my father was addicted to meth and my mother was just crazy. My two other siblings committed suicide, so I was the last one left. And, well, they treated me like s*it. That is about it.” For a moment, I felt glad I got that dirty secret off my chest, but I realized they were probably going to kill me. They kind of did; they killed the real me. I was lucky that something was wrong with me.
Back to reality:
I knew my real purpose, but I felt somebody breathing down my neck, crap. So, I turned around to see the person. He had blonde hair, he was Nathan. Doomed, that what I was right at that moment. “You’re back on their side.”
“You are a real b*tch.” But, I couldn’t move and he was coming closer to me. He was going to kill me.
“Tell me something I don’t know.” He came closer and closer to me, yet Nathan didn’t have a weapon. Wait...he didn’t want to kill me, he wanted to rape me, no way. Then I got a plan, so I pretended to not care.
“Don’t you know everything?”
“Nobody knows everything,” he responded. This was a different Nathan; the one that told the truth and accepted his flaws. No, don’t make the potion control you again I told myself. Never. It was agony when I made it take over my body when Nathan kissed me, and that wasn’t the first time. In the past, I was his so-called ‘make out buddy’.
“Mona does.” And, this was a different me, the real me. The one that wasn’t his to take, not his puppet.
“She doesn’t know a thing.” His mouth went closer to my neck, pretend you don’t notice. I was right next to Luka’s decaying body, it smelled like s*it.
“Yes, she does.” Then he started to kiss my neck, plan working. When he was distracted, I pulled a knife from Luka, and stabbed him on the side.
“YOU B*TCH!” I quickly pulled him out of me, and ran out of the wooden door. But, it was locked, what? The doors locked people from the inside, a hidden cell. I was truely was doomed. So, I had no choice but to search Nathan.
“This is bad.” I reached him and started to put my hands in his pockets, a bag, a coin, and a pocket watch that was all I found.
“Got ya!”
“What?” Then, when I was getting up to search the rest of him, he pulled on my leg with such might. I tried to shake him off, but he wouldn’t let go.
“F*cker, get off of me!” But, then I sketched to Luka’s body to get another knife, yet Nathan saw that and let go of me to stop me which didn’t make sense until he nailed me to a wall.
“You can’t defeat me, Kimber.”
“Nathan, you may kill me but you would never kill hope.” He grabbed the knife I stabbed him with and put it closely to my neck; he just loved doing stuff with my ‘pretty’ neck.
“Really?” The knife was coming closer and closer to my neck, crap. This part made me scared; I was waiting to die.
“Yes, you don’t control me anymore. I die free, I die myself.” I couldn’t move, but he could. Blood was still coming out of the side of him. It was staining Nathan’s white shirt, and redness was going all over. Time to die a hero not a villain.
“If you say so.” Then Nathan got off of me, and walked over to my microchip, the thing that made all of this happen. If that wasn’t ever created I would have been living a normal life. I would of had a normal job, a big house, a loving husband, kid(s), and all the stuff normal people had. “Kimber, if you stay with us I will stare your life.”
“Who says I have a life anymore?” I answered. No way I was freely making him putting that thing back in my eye, no freaking way. Not even for a trillion dollars. I would just kill everybody, and that wouldn’t be good.
“Alright then, be mine and I won’t kill you.” Then I was slowly going towards Luka’s slowly.
“There is no way I’m doing any of those things.” After that, I looked at the bag that was in his pocket; there was only a little bit of dust leaf in it, thank god. I then stood still when I felt Nathan’s glare. “Thank god I’m wearing a freaking jumpsuit,” I whispered.
“Suite yourself.” He was still glaring at me with his eyes of rivers.
“You aren’t going to suite me.” Thank god, I was near Luka. So, I jumped over to her, and grabbed out a knife. “Now we have an equal fight.”
“There is no way you will ever win against me.”
“Well, I already stabbed you once.” There was no way I was letting him win, Nathan was the one that made the stupid decision to not kill me when I was completely defenseless.
“Then this is going to be like a show.” He licked, god he liked licking his weapons, which had his own blood and guts on it. Gross, that was what Nathan was.
“A show with a happy ending,” I said. Then a smile crossed my face. B*tch, I was good now so worry, I thought. After that, he lunged at me. I was ready for him.
“Go down, take a bow.” No. So, I protected my neck with my knife. But, I felt sudden pain in my left arm, and I dropped the knife in agony. This was it. I couldn’t fight or run or defend myself. There were footsteps in the hallway, and Nathan rushed to cover my mouth, but I bite him. He took his hand away from me, he was in agony.
“Do you really think I will do that?”
“Yes,” he responded while I got up. I tried to pick my knife with my right arm, but I couldn’t do so. It was time to accept the truth, I told myself, you are wounded, and you can’t do anything. When I was still trying to pick up my only hope, I felt something on me. “Are you sure you don’-”
“I’m not going to be your doll anymore.” That was the moment that I could not stop myself, I cried. It was time to accept the truth; your all precious virginity might be lost in this room. Then I turned around, and forced him off me with the little strength I had. Why wasn’t he failing or at least in plan? For Mona’s sake I stabbed him.
“You were.” He then stabbed my right arm and my legs and my hips. I was shocked I was alive. Nathan was going to kill me, and probably rape my dead body or rape me when I was about to die. There was nothing I could use now, no arms, no legs. Well, I still had them, but they were useless.
“That wasn’t me.”
“It was.”
“But, I wasn’t in control of my body. I was a completely different person.” After I said that, he brought out one of the cigars he had in his front pockets of his pants. Nathan blew the smoke right in my face.
“Yet, it was your body, your DNA, your blood.” He grabbed my chin, and looked at my neck, of course. Everybody loved my neck.
“I wasn’t commander Kimber, you were. Kissing yourself, crushing yourself, controlling yourself.” At this time, I found never left in life but to not get killed by Nathan is this room. So, I was egging him on. It was fun to egg people on. Their reactions were all different, but most of them replied angrily.
“Shut up, Kimber. Because, I can slowly kill you right now.” I could feel the knife barely on my neck.
“No way.”
“Die then.”
“Kill me if you want to.” I felt like I was in one of the videogames that you decide the person’s fate, Nathan was the player and I was the AI waiting for the answer given by the console remote. Would he press x: kill me or b: leave me for dead?
“Ha, enjoy your last moment because this is it.” The knife was starting to cut my skin lightly, and I did enjoyed the pain.
“I am.” Then I saw the door burst open, what? What was going on?
“Hi Nathan.” Suki was at the door, she was holding a gun. The gun was aimed at Nathan’s head.
“Help me.” I could hardly talk because of the knife going in my neck.
“You’re back, and now the others owe me ten dollars. Back to subject, Nathan don’t kill her or I will make sure a bullet is in your head.” She walked towards her father, and smiled. Why the heck was Suki smiling in this situation? I WAS DYING HERE!
“I’m f*cked here.” Nathan then disappeared, coward.
“Thank god.” My heart was beating crazily, but I didn’t give the f*ck. Suki was now 15, and she was stunning. Her blonde hair was straight and punky, and Suki’s grassy eyes pierced me.
“I’m a life saver now.” She looked like a blonde version of me with her off-shoulder shirt and ripped jeans, goth ha ha she joined the club. Her eyes had tons of eye shadow, mascara, and eyeliner on them; she was totally inspired by me.
“Yep, you are now carry me slave,” I joked.
“No.”
“Seriously, I kind of can’t walk.” Then she took me in her arms, and raised me. Gosh, this girl was strong.
Two hours later:
Now I was in a wheelchair, and I was stuck in one for the rest of my life. It wasn’t that bad like I could make people literally my slaves. The ship only had me and Thunder on it because the others were chickened out by ships now. “Hey girl, thinking to yourself again?” We were in the control room again, weird.
“Yeah, can I ask you something?” I had to ask her because I couldn’t do it because, well, I couldn’t freaking move. Rot in hell. I still was having the memories, and could not make sense out of some.
“Sure thing, Kimber. What is it? My sister’s baby, well she is named Maura. Horrible name, but I didn’t name her.” That wasn’t what I wanted to know, but it was still good to know.
“That’s not it.”
“Then what is it?” She was staring at me, waiting for an answer. Thunder probably thought the fact that she was now an aunt was more important than anything else. But, I knew she was going to freak when she heard my question.
“Can you-”
“Can I what?” Thunder interrupted. That girl was in a good mood because she had her best friend back and a little niece, yippee. Everything was good for her, yet not for me. Was I supposed to be happy? No.
“Can you...kill me?” Oh it came out, no turning back. There was never a point you could turn back on. Then the look on Thunder’s face was one of pure horror.
“What? There is no way i’m not letting anybody else die.” She crossed her arms, and that was when I noticed her gun. One bullet, that was it. I wasn’t suicidal, right? Somebody else was doing it for me. Thank god attempts were somehow legal; I could not take the pain anymore. Nathan always haunted my mind, Yuni always haunted my mind.
“It will be making a favor.” I looked at Thunder’s gun, I was eyeing it. Amaris would come and destroy the world, and it would be all my fault. Tyler killing himself was my fault, Yuni’s death was my fault, Amaris being Envy was my fault, the downfall of that once perfect family was all my fault.
“You would go to hell,” Thunder protested. Not like I cared about that fact whatsoever. Kill me, and make this demon get off of Earth.
“I am already the devil.” Then Thunder backed away in horror, but I kept my eyes on that gun.
“No, stay here I need you to be here.” Thunder started to cry and cry and cry...but it still didn’t change my mind. I needed to die, now.
“I can’t.” I used my arms to get away from there, and somewhere else.
“Stop, think about it.”My friend tried to catch up to me; I was too fast for her. I punched in the code for the door ,which was made of glass, and locked her in the control room. Then I went down the hallway of the living hell.
“Time to end this.” I pressed the code again so the door would open. The endless sky was under my feet, and the plane was going about two thousand miles per hour. Wind was hitting my face, but the stupid alarm was ringing and saying ‘DOOR OPENED’, f*ck. I continued on, ignoring the alarm, and fell out the plane. Why? I only thing I ever wanted was to be happy.
In the face of death
It was a merry afternoon until Fatima, Suki, Kirami, Vy, and Hail gotten a distress call from their friend Thunder. “Hello Thunder,” Suki welcomed while crossing her arms. She was trying to be more like her idol, a woman named Kimberly Greene.
“Guys, Kimber is going nuts. She locked me in the control room just because I wouldn’t kill her and, oh s*it, I think she is going to kill herself now.” Thunder’s voice revealed that she was scared out of her mind, and was about to pee herself.
“DOOR OPENED. DOOR OPENED.” An alarm went on and on about the door opening, and it annoyed the crap out of Suki until she knew what was happening. That is when she noticed it would be too late to do anything to save her beloved hero from herself. Suki broke into tears, and so did everybody else but Fatima and the babies Maura and Hawk, what Suki liked to call Fatima and Kirami’s child because the actual name was too hard to say in her opinion.
“Why?”
“She wanted to be happy.”
Budapest, Hungary
Tenement house August's shooting in below
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Film: Ilford Fp4
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Attila
“Postmodernism refers to the state of culture where the media is produced in such staggering quantities that it has crossed the boundaries into reality itself and hyper reality prevails.”
Stare at your screens, your brains rewired. Eyes to your screens, you’ve been dumbed down. Your vocabulary is shrinking, your attention span is gone. Who cares about wisdom, when you can watch TikTok? Look into your screens of false reality. Let them consume you with empty illusions. Let them kiss you with distractions. Embrace them tightly. Love them wholeheartedly. Dance with conformity. Waltz with surrender. Cuddle with collectivism. Despise individualism. Divorce free thought. Abandon critical thinking. Make love to wokeism. Give birth to anti-intellectualism: there are more genders than colours of the rainbow. However, if I say there are only two genders, I might get censored, I might get banned, I might get expelled, I might lose my job. Even worse, I might get jailed by the speech police—the Canadian Human Rights Commission.
Release the hounds! Digital algorithm hounds, track down all dissenting voices. Big brother censors will torch dissenting language. Big tech censors will snuff out dissenting opinions. Practice your fire suppression, incinerate all opposing ideas. We can’t have two sides of the story. “Those who don’t build must burn. It’s as old as history and juvenile delinquents.”
Though the media is owned by a few, there’s not a monopoly on information. Though Trudeau has bought off the corporate media, it’s not a form of fascism. The internet isn’t used for surveillance. And social media isn’t antisocial. We’re not erasing self expression. We’re not scrubbing independent thought. We love rational people. “Forget them. Burn them all, burn everything. Fire is bright and fire is clean.”
We must digitize all that can be digitized. Why use real books? Let’s use ebooks. Why go to school? Let’s have school online. Why go to work? Let’s work online. Why go to the store? Let’s shop online. Why use physical IDs? Let’s use digital IDs. Why use cash? Let’s use digital currencies. Why use real wallets? Let’s use digital wallets. Why think? Let’s use artificial intelligence. Why live in reality? Let’s live in virtual reality. Why be human? Let’s become transhuman. Enjoy the mindless entertainment of your screens. Enjoy being socially engineered. Enjoy being fact checked. Enjoy being indoctrinated. Enjoy propaganda. Your behavior is changing, you’re leaning less and less, you cannot think for yourselves. “We must all be alike. Not everyone born free and equal, as the Constitution says, but everyone made equal. Each man the image of every other.”
University fascists, burn down all dissenting debate. Raise a ruckus, get opposing speakers cancelled. Blow your whistles, beat your drums, and drown out dissenting voices. We’ll torch your ideas, we’ll incinerate your opinions. We can’t have different ideas, because we’re collectivists—we’re all supposed to think alike. We don’t want a free marketplace of ideas, because we don’t want to refute concepts with sound arguments. University is not about free speech and diversity of opinion. University is about indoctrination and groupthink. “But they all say the same things and nobody says anything different from anyone else.”
Welcome to a society that is obsessed with their screens. They struggle to look away from their screens, they struggle to think, they struggle to communicate with those in the real world around them. They are lost in their digital reality, they are lost in their virtual world. They are distracted, they are naïve. They are complacent, they are submissive. They are mesmerized, they are hypnotized. They all mumble the same things, they spew out the given narrative: social distance; mask up; take the jab; don’t visit your dying grandmother; don’t go to work; shut down schools; shut down gyms; shut down society. If you don’t conform your bank accounts will be frozen, your businesses will be locked up, your churches will be fenced off, your pastors will be fined and arrested as well as your dissenting politicians. Many of the screen watchers, however, agreed with their screens: think-dissenters are bad! Some even said: we should round up those anti-vaxxers and kill them. “But you can’t make people listen. They have to come round in their own time, wondering what happened and why the world blew up around them. It can’t last.”
What, you’re a nurse, and you posted an alterative view of covid? Come into my office, we’ll have a talk! If you continue expressing such viewpoints, we’ll fire you. What, you’re a doctor, and you’ve been expressing doubts about the vax? We’ll have to investigate you for spreading misinformation. We’ll fire all unvaxxed medical staff; as a consequence, many clinics and emergency rooms will shut down, and there will be longer waiting times for medical treatments. We’ll pass a bill to punish all doctors who speak out against our medical policies. If they are found guilty we’ll fine them $200,000, or give them six months in jail, or burn their medical licences. Doctor, can I have Ivermectin? No! I don’t want my life ruined on account of my medical opinion. What, truckers what to protest covid lockdowns? We’ll just use the WAR MEASURES ACT against those domestic terrorists. We’ll arrest you, we’ll seize your trucks, and we’ll freeze your bank accounts. We’ll use the Royal Canadian Mounted Police as our goon squad. Our woke leader, Mr. Blackface Trudeau, has bought off the corporate media. So the fascist government/corporate media will push the desired narrative. We’ll also pass bills to control as much of the internet as possible. Yet we’ll give a Nazi a standing ovation in Parliament. And I, Trudeau, admire China’s basic dictatorship. “Our civilization is flinging itself to pieces. Stand back from the centrifuge.”
Let’s introduce Digital IDs, CBDCs, Social Credit Scores, and Universal Basic Income. Let’s enslave the clueless zombies, the useless eaters who are disconnected from reality. The wolves will lead the sheeple like sheep to the slaughter. Lost in their entertainment they will put up little fight. They’ve been trained to follow, to be soft and weak, and to not resist. We’ll microchip them like animals. We’ll Mark them like beasts. We’ll tattoo them with the identification tag number: 666. Welcome to the Beast Tracking System database, where all your dystopian nightmares will come true!
At the end of Fahrenheit 451 the city is bombed. Woe! Woe to you, great city, dressed in fine linen, purple and scarlet, and glittering with gold, precious stones and pearls! In one hour such great wealth has been brought to ruin! Its labours are only fuel for the flames, its work will be destroyed by fire!
“Montag felt the slow stir of words, the slow simmer. And when it came to his turn, what could he say, what could he offer on a day like this, to make the trip a little easier? To everything there is a season. Yes. A time to break down, and a time to build up. Yes. A time to keep silence and a time to speak. Yes, all that. But what else. What else? Something, something . . . And on either side of the river was there a tree of life, which bare twelve manner of fruits, and yielded her fruit every month; And the leaves of the tree were for the healing of the nations. Yes, thought Montag, that’s the one I’ll save for noon. For noon... When we reach the city.”
MICROCHIP
Un gioellino dell'elettronica il mio notebook.
Oggi accusa un pò il peso dei suoi 2 anni e mezzo ma quando me lo portai a casa era pregno di energia: processore a 64bit, vagonate di RAM, wi fi e roba varia.
Usato di rado e con estrema cura, ad oggi ancora puzza di nuovo.
All'incirca un mesetto fa lo appiccio per sistemare due foto e lo lascio acceso mentre scendo per pranzo; mi rimpinzo con il sano fritto e quando risalgo in camera il gioellino si è spento.
"Si sarà stancato" penso.
E lo riavvio.
Non si riavvia.
Stacco l'alimentatore e metto la batteria.
Non si riavvia.
"E' andato" penso.
E lo ripongo nell'armadio.
MICROCIOP
All'indomani decido di portarlo al centro assistenza, che poi non è altro che il rivenditore dove lo comprai, ovvero da quei mattacchioni di Computer Discount.
"Sicurametne è l'alimentatore" mi fa la tipa.
"Non credo, non parte neanche con la batteria" faccio io.
"Avrai la batteria scarica" fa lei.
"Non credo" faccio io.
Ci attacca un altro alimentatore.
Non si appiccia.
"Toccherà mandarlo in assistenza" fa lei.
"E mi sa" faccio io.
Lo mandano in assistenza.
Passa una settimana e ripasso al negozio per chiedere notizie; mi accoglie il tecnico.
Mi fa: "Mi sono appena interfacciato con l'HP per avere notizie".
Gli faccio un giro intorno per vedere dove ha la USB per interfacciarsi direttamente con l'HP e me ne rivado, chiedendogli che cortesemente mi aggiornino su eventuali sviluppi.
Mi aggiornano pochi giorni dopo, via telefono "Sicuramente è la scheda madre e non è conveniente sostituirla, se vuole provano ad aggiustarla, ma la avverto solo il preventivo, eventualmente sono 72€".
"Non fa nulla" faccio io "non mi va di rischiare che poi sicuramente non si può aggiustare e spendo a 72€ a vuoto".
"Ma, guardi solitamente ci riescono e con una cifra modica aggiusta il computer; in tal caso il preventivo non lo paga, ma solo la riparazione".
"Ok, allora va bene". Immediatamente dopo ho la sensazione inequivocabile che non lo aggiusteranno. Lo so, me lo sento.
Chiamano la settimana successiva.
"Non si può riparare, occorre sostituire la motherboard, costa 498€".
"Un prezzo onesto" faccio io "Lasci stare, appena posso passo da voi e vi dò i 72€ di preventivo che tanto già li avevo pronti..."
"Ok, mi spiace sà, quando viene comunque le mostro anche dei preventivi che le ho preparato sui 600/700€ per un nuovo notebook"
"Ah ok, me li stampi"...affarista si, ma rincoglionito non ancora...
Dopo aver ritirato il malato elettronico (72€ preventivi inclusi) torno a casa e mi affido ad una delle mie poche certezze: Ebay.
Raccatto una motherboard usata e funzionante dall'Inghilterra: 118€ spedita.
La monto. Qualche periferica (inutile) non corrisponde, qualche altro pezzetto mi tocca aggiustarlo da me, diverse viti mi avanzano.
Ma una volta chiuso tutto non si vede nulla e soprattuto: FUNZIONA!
Il gioellino è tornato.
What to do when you want a time lapse control:
Buy a proper unit? - Nah, even a Chinese built one at less than twenty quid on fleabay was more than I wanted to pay(!)
Buy a Canon and hack it's firmware? - I don't even want to buy a timer remote why would I shell out for a Canon camera(?!)
Sit down with a cable release and manually press it? - You're joking right?(?)
So I came across this microchip PIC circuit on the web, TimeLapse, and it seemed just right. No LCD to try and find, no complicated build with superfluous 'features', just a nice simple unit and simple means I stood a better chance of finding the junk parts for it :-)
OK, I'll have to admit, it's not all junk - the PIC chip was in my stock, (and I remember paying something like 50 pence for it a while back now), and a little bit of veroboard.
So what we talking? 50 odd pence? Yes! That'll do me Tommy!
A few pieces on the guys original design, and I like him even more after checking one of his vids and hearing him pronounce 'camera' the same way I do! ;-) needed some changing hence the opto-couplers on the camera output connections. The multivibrator for the piezo speaker was probably superfluous, (could've been done with the PIC), but why not as it only needs a PIC output to sound and another to change the tone, (I love the little "OK" high/low tone beep!) Besides, I don't remember building a multivibrator the old fashioned way for some years now and strangely found it fun.
Couldn't I have designed my own circuit? Yeah, probably but not with the old Velleman K8048 kit I have, (what happened to RS232 ports?! There wasn't one on the new PC!) Plus why re-invent the wheel? This little circuit is close to perfect for me :-)
(Some of you may be wondering how I got my old Velleman RS232 programmer to work on USB. A prolific 232 cable, WinPic and a bit of know how, that's how. Not perfect but works! If any of you have a junk PIC-Kit programmer you're sticking in the bin, let me know....)
So really simple, (OK, comparatively simple), cost next to nothing and works great.
Little foibles? Not really, simple one button programming and it is great to hear that little "OK" beep. The shutter LED blinks nicely as it fires the camera and it opens the 'focus' line first for 100ms giving the camera chance to 'wake' during long intervals, (programmable from 1 second to some 18 hours with this little beast!) Worked out fairly small for the final build and those little AG12 batteries should last a while yet.
So thanks to the guy that posted this up on the web, (good to find this sort of sharing stuff!), couldn't find his name but I'm sure to thank a stranger as much as a friend :-)
Edit: Found the guy on Instructables. So thanks again Andrew!
If you build one, send him a thanks, little things like that go a long way :-)
What's next? Pulling my old Fui S5700 apart to hard wire a cable release socket to it. Looks like there's a couple of spare connectors on it's usb port so might as well wire it up to that ;-)
Edit: Done! Just got to figure out where all those little screws go back now - wibble!
LEGO representation of a microchip that produces music and sound via FM synthesis. I was torn between labeling it as a 2151 or 2612, but I decided to go with 2151. You can find one of these bad boys in late 80s and early 90s arcade machines and high-end Japanese computers such as the Sharp X68000.
Technicians at Lockheed Martin Space in Littleton, Colorado installed a microchip with 1.6 million names submitted by the public to ride along with NASA’s InSight Mission to Mars. The chip was installed on Jan. 23, 2018. This joins another microchip that was previously installed that included 800,000 names for a grand total of 2.4 million names going to Mars as early as May 5, 2018.
The microchip has a window that allowed the picture to be taken. The actual size of the image is about 5 X 4mm
Microchip expanded its MTCH10x mTouch® sensing portfolio with the turnkey MTCH102-5-8 capacitive touch controllers. In a hardware-only configuration, these 2, 5 and 8-channel controllers replace mechanical buttons with a simple digital output, making it easy to add proximity and touch detection to any application that is constrained by size, power or cost. To achieve high reliability and more sensitive touch performance, including operation through a glove, the MTCH102-5-8 capacitive touch controllers come with advanced multi-stage noise filtering algorithms. The MTCH102-5-8 controllers support a wide range of touch-sensor shapes and sizes, feature automatic compensation for environmental conditions, and provide reliable operation in the presence of water. Moreover, active guarding increases proximity-sensing sensitivity and makes the electronic design robust, even with long board traces to the touch sensors.
For an introduction to Microchip’s mTouch sensing solutions, please visit www.microchip.com/mTouch-102815a.
This is a microchip (tag) scanner for RFID tags implanted in cats and provides some valuable data beyond just tag number. I built this for a cat shelter where I volunteer. It's built around a Trinket Pro microcontroller, 1.8" TFT, powerboost 500C and other parts from Adafruit. It scans FDX-B microchips at 134.2Khz. The RFID chip is by Priority1 Design.
This is a serial Electrically Erasable PROM (EEPROM) made by Microchip Technology Inc. It holds 1 Kilo bit (1/8 of a Kilobyte) of data and is certified to be written to and erased a million times. The package has eight pins, I don't know where the other two go since this die appears to only have 6 contacts.
There are inscriptions in the top left and top right. The top left says "ATC1202H" and the top right says "ATC1202 1998". These details did not bring up anything relevant when I googled them. These inscriptions appear to be on different layers, the top right is barely visible while the top left is very pronounced. Based on the "1998" from the top right we can infer this chip was designed in 1998, but the documentation for this chip is dated to 2004.
Camera: Pixel 2XL
Number of Images: 20
Overlap: 65%
Microscope Objective: 10X
Microscope Eyepiece: 10X
Camera Zoom: 3X (Prevents distortion)
Grid Used: 3x3 (Panning Aid)
Capture Motion: Serpentine
Stitching Software: Autopano Giga
Image Type: PNG
Image Quality: 100%
Microchip implants will start with patients and criminals, then with babies right out the hospital...the plantation looks different these days.
For the circuits on the bread board I used Microchip MCP2021 AND MCP2022 op-amps to perform functions described below. These can run on 5V single rail supply making it easy to power from the computer.
Pre-amplifier. This is to allow a range of different signal sources to be connected to the input. An adjustable gain control is used to ensure the signal will be amplified as loud as possible.
The output from the pre-amp goes into an anti aliasing filter. This is a third order butterworth low pass filter with a cut off frequency of 20KHz that removes any higher frequencies that may cause aliasing distortion during the process of analogue to digital conversion. The sampling frequency will be at least 40KHz for most audio purposes but can be made higher or lower in software depending on the signal I want to capture.
The output from the DAC is sent to a reconstruction filter to remove unwanted high frequencies caused by the conversion process. This filter is the same 20KHz low pass filter as used above. With the combination of these two circuits and some software I have the ability to sample sounds and play them back and use the computer as a musical instrument.
The switches along the bottom edge of the bread board allow me to change the signal path. I have options to bypass the filters and other circuits and connect the ADC or DAC direct to the input/output connectors. This is useful if I want to use a different set of filters externally or for measuring DC voltages from something like a temperature sensor.
Other switches allow me to send the output from the DAC to another op-amp used as a mixer and mix that with another signal source coming from a second input.. The output from the mixer can be sent back to the ADC and re-sampled. An additional low pass filter can be switched into the feedback path between mixer output and the ADC input. This can be used to turn the whole setup into an audio delay effect with some additional software.
Iv'e still got a little bit more work to go before I can finally build this on to the last piece of Veroboard. Some more wires need to be added to connect up the filter circuit on the right hand side of the breadboard. A few component values in various parts will be altered to adjust the overall frequency response. Ideally so that it is flat across the audio frequency range.
*** UPDATE - 09/01/2020 ***
Iv'e been having a think and i'm not finished yet...
So I decided to add an ADSR envelope generator to the circuit which controls a VCA and have that switched in after the DAC's low pass filter and then into the mixer. I have a spare bit not being used on one of the 74F573 registers which can provide the trigger source for the envelope generator.
Here's a look under the cover of an EPROM chip. It's not too macro, but oh well.
I found the picture on my hard drive, taken a while back. I posted one similar to this some time ago, but deleted it. I actually really like this one better. It was taken with my old camera. I could have done better with my new one.
Closeup shot of a circuit board, microchips and other electronic components. Strong oblique red and blue lighting
This one was a fun one, even though today was hard and it came really, really close to the deadline of 12PM. Once again, I tried and tried but the idea only came at night. Must change habits.
Anyway, it was quite a bit of fun. It's nice to do this kinds of shots every once in a while :)
Update: fixed a black strip at the top I had missed during processing.
Microchip's next-generation Bluetooth® Low Energy (LE) solutions are qualified to the latest Bluetooth 4.2 standard. The IS1870 and IS1871 Bluetooth LE RF ICs, along with the BM70 module, expand Microchip’s existing Bluetooth portfolio and carry both worldwide regulatory and Bluetooth Special Interest Group (SIG) certifications. These new offerings are ideal for Internet of Things and Bluetooth Beacon applications, and make it easy for designers to take advantage of the low power consumption and simplicity of Bluetooth LE connectivity. For more information on Microchip’s broad range of Bluetooth certified solutions, please visit: www.microchip.com/Bluetooth-102015a.
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