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Thoughts on closing down MetallicMan

US: I want TSMC.

China: Fine, you can have it.

US: I want no harm to American companies.

China: They will operate as normal after the take over, but we can’t garantee a swift and bloodless transition when you keep selling weapons to Taiwan. But other than collateral damage, they will be welcome to continue doing business in Taiwan.

US: I want no harm to American citizens.

China: We will not harm them. Pull them out before the conflict if you must. They will be welcomed back after the take over.

US: I want to maintain freedom of navigation.

China: You shall have it, you’ll be even granted port visits similar to what you now have with Hong Kong, after the take over.

US: This is going too easy for you. I want $#&+#-$.

China: Whatever is in my power. We want the Taiwanese separatists.

US: No, they’ll have to live to show the world we don’t abnadon allies.

China: Fine, put them on a plane or ship and we’ll grant them safe passage. But this only happens under the table. If you leak it, the deal’s off.

Bottom line: China just wants Taiwan back. The US just wants to take advantage.

In China, I have the confidence to let my 20-year-old daughter go to a city 2,000 kilometers away to chase her star alone.

In China, my 20-year-old daughter goes to the city center 30 kilometers away to play with friends every weekend, and takes the bus and subway home alone until midnight.

In the United States, do you have this confidence?

“South Korea is a U.S. neo-colony” – Understanding S. Korea’s political crisis w/ KJ Noh

Not as a restaurant worker, but cooking steaks for guests at home:

I had purchased some [prime grade] beef tenderloin steaks, a.k.a. Filet Mignon. I sear them on high heat, then finish them in the oven. They are best enjoyed rare to medium (most enjoy rare to medium-rare, as they are designed to be cooked and enjoyed), and tend to be among the most tender of beef steaks when prepared this way. They also tend to be among the most expensive cuts you can purchase.

I had a guest request “well done.” When I couldn’t stand to leave their steak in the oven any longer (let alone let it rest, where it will actually continue cooking for a few minutes more), I sliced a section open and asked my guest if it was done to their liking (it was completely cooked through, grey, no trace of pink). They asked me to cook it “a while longer, just to be sure.”

It finished unrecognizable as filet mignon…more like a hockey puck. All the marbled fat, which lends itself to the flavor and tenderness, was completely cooked out of it.

In the future, I will make sure I have a “secret” cut of sirloin or chuck to cook for them. There is likely no way they will be able to taste the difference. Such a waste of good meat!

What fil mig looks like raw:

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What it is supposed to look like, cooked:

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What they wanted to eat:

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Not my photos, but you get the idea. Never again. Not with anything that costs $30/lb, anyway.

EDIT (literally the next day): WOW! I apparently have struck a nerve…I mean, meaty piece, with some commentors. Let me clarify what I said above: I paid for the steaks. I wanted to give everyone the level of doneness they wanted, and I did. In the future, I will just make sure I’m not “wasting” expensive cuts of meat.

As an analogy: if I was preparing [sushi-grade] tuna tartar, and a guest wanted what they were used to: grey, cooked, stinky flakes of tuna; then I would have no issue with opening a can for them. Everyone is eating tuna. Everyone’s happy.

Heroine of Stars

Submitted into Contest #282 in response to: Write a story set in a world of darkness where light is suddenly discovered. view prompt

E. E. Miles

“Why do we have eyes?””To fill our eye sockets, dear.” Mother huffed out an exasperated sigh. “Stop asking questions like that, Marin.”Marin rubbed her eyes. She’d always wondered what they were for, and mother would never tell her. She knew that mother knew what they were for, and when Marin asked, mother always made up some excuse of an answer.She ran a cold hand across Marin’s cheek. “Sleep well my dear.”Marin reached up to grasp her hand before she could walk away. “I don’t want to sleep tonight, mother.”She chuckled, and sat back down on her bedside. She ran a hand across Marin’s forehead, smoothing back her hair. “We must sleep tonight my love, we must sleep every night.”“But you don’t sleep mother,” Marin crossed her arms over her chest. She didn’t want to sleep. Mother couldn’t make her.She laughed again. “Of course I sleep, dearest. Why do you believe I don’t?”Marin frowned. This must be another one of mother’s games. She never slept. Never. She was always awake at night. Always working. “Because I see you working outside my window every night.”Mother grabbed her arm. “What do you mean you see me?”She understood how these words might have alarmed mother. After all, nobody could see. Nobody had been able to see for half a century. Their world had lost its light. Her mother had been born into a world of darkness, and so had Marin. The only thing she had ever seen was her mother working outside her window at night, every night, for as long as she could remember. She’d never mentioned it to her before, never thought it was out of the ordinary until now.“Marin?” She sounded scared.Marin’s voice wobbled as she said, “I meant what I said, mother. I see you working outside my window every night.” She didn’t like that her mother sounded scared. She was never scared, she was always very brave. “You mine away the chips of darkness covering the sun.”She didn’t respond for a moment, and when she did, her words disappointed Marin. “That sounds like an interesting dream, Marin. Why don’t you try to get some rest now, and maybe you’ll have another.”“But, mother–”“Not another word of this, Marin.  Never say that you’ve seen anything ever again, do you understand. It’s dangerous. We aren’t meant to see anything.”Aren’t meant to… Whatever did she mean?Marin knew that even if she protested, tried to explain, mother would never understand the things she saw. Because she did see things. Every night she watched as her mother appeared up in the sky and began hacking away at the chips of darkness covering the sun. Every night she got closer to finishing, but morning always arrived before she could finish. When morning came, she stopped mining. Marin wished she wouldn’t. These past few nights she’d gotten so close to uncovering the sun. She could see these things because–despite the complete darkness they lived in–the silhouette of mother’s body glowed through the dense black fog covering the earth.Mother stood, preparing to leave. Marin let her this time. She wondered if perhaps she’d only thought it was her mother. That was probably it. It was likely another brave woman trying to free the sun every night. What she didn’t understand was why she stopped when morning came. Morning looked no different than night. They used time to differentiate the two. Alarms blared in everyone’s houses when the first hour of moring, or night, began.“Sleep tight,” Mother called from the edge of her room. Her door shut with a click.She sat up. Her window was right behind her bed, and tonight, she wanted to watch the woman working again. She didn’t watch every night. Most nights she was too tired to watch, but tonight excitement thrummed through her blood. She wouldn’t be falling asleep any time soon.Marin reached toward the wall until she felt the cold of the window beneath her small hands. She sat, cross legged, at the head of her bed, and waited.

Ding

She covered her ears against the booming sound.

Ding

Ding

This was the alarm. She checked that her eyes were open, and pointed them straight toward where she knew her window was. Most people never opened their eyes anymore, there wasn’t a point. She liked opening her eyes; liked the feeling of them opening and shutting, opening and shutting. However, sometimes at night she would get confused because she couldn’t see the woman working. Then she would remember that her eyes were closed.

A faint light began shining in through her window. It was always alarming at first, since Marin lived everyday without light. When she saw it, it always burned her eyes. She looked down and blinked a few times. Tears formed in her eyes. She wiped them away.

When she looked back… There she was. The woman, the woman who was apparently not her mother, despite the exact resemblance. She was in the sky again.

Mother had taught Marin about how the world used to be before the suns had gone out. She hadn’t wanted to tell her, but Marin hadn’t stopped questioning Mother until she’d told her everything. She’d told her about stars, about how they used to light the night sky along with something called the moon, which had reflected light from the sun.

Marin thought the woman in the sky looked like she was made of stars. She glittered like a constellation brought to life, another wonder her mother had told her about. Marin loved learning about the old world, but it also brought her great pain to hear about such wonderful things that she would never see. Stars however, she had seen. This woman was a collection of the brightest stars.

She wanted to help the woman, but didn’t know how. She was already working away at chipping the darkness covering the sun with a large tool Marin didn’t know the name of. Her mother hadn’t taught her about those.

She thought about her mother’s words. We aren’t meant to see anything. They were strange words, scary words. Who had taken away our light, mother?

A piece of darkness fell from the sky, to the earth. The sun didn’t shine through the darkness, no, it was turned off. She didn’t know how the woman planned on turning it back on after she’d uncovered it, but Marin wanted to help.

She rose on her knees and felt around for the crank on her window. She turned it, listening for the small squeak it emitted when it was finished opening. She turned back to her room and walked over to where she’d left her coat. That was another thing about the world now, there was no heat. It was always snowing. She pulled on her coat, her boots, a thick scarf, a hat, and gloves before climbing back onto her bed and out the window. She left it open behind her.

Mother had taught her these streets as soon as she’d known how to walk. She’d anticipated that Marin wouldn’t be content with staying in her house her entire life, so she’d prepared her. Now, she walked toward where the darkness had fallen with confidence.

The woman in the sky still worked. Marin wished she emitted enough light for her to see something else of her world. A tree, a bush, a house. She would love to see any of it.

She continued her walk toward the darkness. She’d only seen where it had fallen because it was a darker darkness than the darkness that already enveloped them.

A little while later she was so far away from her home that she didn’t recognize where she was anymore. She didn’t panic, however. If she got lost, mother would find her. They lived in a safe place, a place for mothers and their daughters.

Marin reached her hands out in front of her as she continued to walk. She didn’t want to run into anything. She tripped on a curb, and her arm was scratched against a tree. She knelt down. Grass. She was in a park.

She looked up at the sky. The woman was still working away. Another piece of darkness fell. It fell closeby. She wanted to run to it and see what it was, but couldn’t. She couldn’t see where she was going, and didn’t want to run into a tree.

She remained patient, arms out in front of her, and felt her way through the park to the pile of darkness. There were a few pieces in it now.. It was a strange sight. The black of the pieces that fell from the sky was blacker than anything else. She hadn’t thought that possible.

Marin glanced back up at the woman, who was still working away, and wondered if she would succeed tonight. If she did, would light return to the world?

Marin finally reached the darkness on the ground. She squatted down beside it, but didn’t touch it. No, touching strange things was something mother had told her never to do. Instead, she observed. The darkness didn’t have a definite shape or size, it didn’t hold still either. It swirled around itself, getting bigger and smaller, wider and thinner, taller and shorter.

Marin glanced up at the woman in the sky once more. The faint outline of the top of a tree was silhouetted against the light of the woman made of stars. Marin took a moment to admire the tree, the shape of it. She smiled. It was completely different than how she’d pictured trees. She loved it.

Marin locked her eyes on the woman just as another piece of darkness fell. She didn’t turn to look and see where it had fallen. Instead, she called, “I want to help you!”

At first, it appeared like the woman hadn’t heard her, which made sense. She was likely miles and miles away. Then, the woman disappeared. Wait– no. Marin had accidentally closed her eyes. She opened them. “Please!” she tried to capture the woman’s attention again.

This time, the woman stopped her work, and peered down at Marin. She didn’t appear startled that a child from earth was speaking to her. “You want to help me, sweet child?”

Marin nodded vigorously, and stood to her feet. “Yes, please!”

The woman smiled. “Alright. Give me your energy so that I might finish before morning.”

Marin frowned. “How do I do that?” Would it hurt? Marin had been hurt before, and didn’t like it. But she would do it, if it meant light would return to the world.

“Just repeat after me. Navitas tibi.

Marin was afraid, yet exhilarated. She didn’t hesitate before repeating, “Navitas tibi.”

The woman of stars smiled wider. “Good girl.”

Marin felt the breath rush out of her, and she hit the floor with a loud thud. She tried to sit up, but couldn’t. She couldn’t move any of her limbs. “Help me!” she cried. A tear slipped down her cheek. What had she done?

“Don’t worry, child, your energy will return as soon as I am finished. You are a special one indeed. I have worked for fifty years, every night, and have yet to succeed. Nobody has offered me help in all that time. Nobody has seen me.”

Marin’s confusion washed away her panic. “How have they not seen you? You are made of the brightest stars.”

The woman nodded. “Yes, I am. But nobody was ever brave enough to try to see me. Seeing is dangerous my dear.”

Her mother had said the same thing. “Why?”

“You will understand when you are older. I must get back to work.” The woman turned away from Marin and began working once more. She wanted to panic. She wanted to shout out for help and cry as hard as she ever had. But she didn’t. If this was the price of restoring earth’s sun, she would gladly pay it.

Marin stayed there, lying beneath the stars. The only way she was able to track the passage of time was by how close the woman became to finishing.

She was closer than Marin had ever seen her before. She was getting excited now, excited to finally feel the warmth of sunlight on her cold skin. Excited to be able to move again too.

The woman of stars had one piece of darkness left. Marin had a feeling that when she finished, she would disappear. But she didn’t want her to go. “What is your name?” she called out.

The woman paused again. It must not be too close to morning then, if she had enough time for a pause. “My name?”

“Yes.” Marin was curious. She wanted to know the name of the woman who she would later tell mother about.

The woman looked confused, then fearful. “I do not remember my name.” She looked sad. Marin felt sad for her, it would be scary to forget who one was. She couldn’t imagine ever forgetting her name. This woman must have been in the sky for a long time to have forgotten.

“I’m sorry,” Marin told her.

The woman shook her head. “That’s alright–”

“We need to give you a new name!” Marin loved naming things. She named her pillows, her dolls, each of her fingers and toes. “I’ll choose a really good one! I promise!”

The woman laughed. “What would you call me?”

Marin thought, and thought hard. It couldn’t be something frilly like lacey or starlight. No… It had to be a strong name, a brave name. Her mother was the strongest, bravest person she knew. Perhaps her name would do.

“How about Brianna?”

The woman placed a hand on her chin. “Brianna? Hmm… I approve. It is a virtuous name. I am honored to be named after your mother, dearest one.”

Marin laughed. “How do you know that?”

“I’ve been trapped here in the sky for a long time. I’ve spent my days observing every person on this earth, and, more recently, my nights attempting to free your world from the eternal darkness my monarchs have imposed upon you.”

“What’s a monarch? And how much longer will you be trapped?”

Brianna smiled. “The monarchs are the people in charge of my world. They’ve sent me here until the end of my days. It is my eternal punishment. The darkness your world faced was just another thing my monarchs did to keep me busy.”

Marin was suddenly nervous. “What did you do that was so bad they locked you away for eternity?”

“I fought for justice, just like you are now, Marin.” She smiled at her again. “When I finish this task, you will no longer see me in the night sky in this form. I will take on another form. Do you know what a constellation is?”

Marin tried to nod her head, then remembered that she still couldn’t move. “Yes. Mother told me about them.”

“I will become a constellation. You will see my shape among the rest of the stars. Perhaps–” Brianna faltered. “Perhaps you wouldn’t mind saying hello every once and a while. It gets rather lonely up here, and talking with you–maybe even hearing about your life if you would indulge me–would brighten the dullness that will accompany the rest of my existence.”

“Of course I’ll talk to you. We’re friends!”

Brianna’s smile turned sad. “Yes, friends. You are my first friend Marin.”

“Mine too.”

“I must get back to work now, morning is getting closer, and I want everyone to wake up to a rising sun.”

“I understand. I promise I won’t ever forget about you, Brianna.”

“Neither I you, Marin.”

Brianna lifted her tool high over her head. She turned to look at Marin and winked, before shooting her a shining, and slightly sad, smile. As soon as Brianna brought the tool back down, the earth began to shake.

The last piece of darkness fell. The earth vibrated all the while, and Marin was jostled around on the ground. It was scary, but it was also exhilarating. She didn’t watch as the darkness joined the rest on the ground. She kept her eyes on Brianna. She’d stopped moving, but Marin could still see the feeling in her eyes. Brianna began to split apart, her stars moving further from each other. She smiled down at her one last time before she became one more constellation plastered in the night sky. She was very distinguishable, holding her tool high above her head like that.

Feeling returned to Marin’s limbs right as a loud whooshing sound emitted from the sun, and sunlight, bright and beautiful, hit her with startling force. Marin stood, and stumbled back, immediately blinded by the sight. With her eyes closed, tears fell down her cheeks. Half of them were from the light, the other from the joy blossoming in her heart.

She slowly peeled one eye open, blinking furiously. She opened the other, and then she cried harder. The grass in the park was green, like her mother had told her. Marin had never known what green looked like, or what a color really was. Now she could see endless colors. The leaves on the trees were green, and the trunks were brown. The sky was blue, and the sun… the sun was too bright for her to examine its color. But the light that shone down cast a yellow hue on her surroundings. She didn’t know every color’s name, but she loved each and every one of them.

Ding

Ding 

Ding

It was morning. The first real morning in fifty years.

Marin ran home to tell mother, tears falling down her face the whole way back. A woman of stars uncovered the sun, mother. She would say. I helped her, and I named her after you because she is also strong and brave. 

I named her Brianna.

Why is Trump trying to buy Greenland?

Greenland is of immense strategic value.

It’s the size of Alaska and is mostly an inhospitable belmanage of glaciers. The territory already provides the United States with its Thule Air Base about 750 miles north of Arctic Circle. The airbase was established in the 1950s primarily for an early warning ICMB system.

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With the Arctic continuing to melt, Greenland’s land and sea will open up even further for shipping and mining potential. Greenland possess vast quantities of rare earth metals and minerals used for electronics and wind turbines. These include uranium, gold, platinum, zinc, graphite, titanium, rubies, sapphires and even huge potential reserves of hydrocarbons.

The region is much sought after for strategic, mineral and territorial purposes. America’s potential acquisition of the landmass would solidify its claims in the Arctic against Russia.

Greenland is the largest landmass in the Arctic region. The territory is enormous and sparsely populated with only 56,000 inhabitants. It is currently a glorified colony under the Danish crown with growing calls for independence by its population who are mostly indigenous Americans.

Of course, the territory was only recently settled by humans and indigenous Europeans also have a valid claim over the landmass. Scandinavian forefathers explored the region a thousand years ago and ventured into the Americas before Christopher Columbus.

The land is almost entirely uninhabitable with about 80% of it covered in an ice sheet. Its exposed land is mountainous, barren and hostile to vegetation. There are very few roads connecting the settlements. Think of Greenland as a barren planet with only a handful of humans scattered sporadically across its wastes.

America has long sought to claim Greenland for about one hundred years, but Russia and China have now increased their economic interests in the region. This means the topic of Greenland’s control has become extremely relevant. China describes itself as a near-Arctic state and Russia is militarising the Arctic regions it controls. This militarisation could gravely influence emerging sea lanes such as the Northern Sea Route.

Donald Trump is not the first President to seek Greenland’s acquisition, but he would certainly like to do so for his legacy as a leader who expanded American territory. This is not the only reason, but it likely features prominently.

Greenland’s fate is actually part of a wider problem of European countries with overseas territories. Whilst Denmark’s hold over Greenland partially stems from Viking era connections and more recent activities, many current European territories are hangovers from their colonial era. Britain has many including Gibraltar, bases in Cyprus, Falklands, Diego Garcia and Monserrat.

I think Britain will soon be incapable of even holding onto these territories if they were threatened by military force. I’ve long held the view that the Falkland’s will fall into American control. Britain is no longer a mature military power and its capabilities have been greatly weakened since the 1980s. It doesn’t even have an independent foreign policy.

I foresee a moment when the Falkland islanders demand American protection. Its population will see that Britain cannot adequately defend its independence with such a crippled navy and ingrained apathy. This may be replicated across many of Britain’s territories including the mess of Diego Garcia. This process of territorial transfer of small islands across the world into American hands could happen within the next few decades.

One of the failures of post-colonialism for European powers has been evident by Chinese and Russian expansion into Africa and over regions America controlled like the Panama Canal or Cuba. When one power vacates, another replaces it. I’m not defending colonialism, but merely revealing the geopolitical reality much of the world faces today.

I doubt Denmark would be able to defend Greenland from Chinese or Russian incursion, although the territory does fall under NATO’s wider defence umbrella. Any incursion from these powers into Greenland would immediately incur American acquisition.

I’ve always stated my firm belief that America has not yet concluded its Manifest Destiny. I believe the United States will eventually control all of Mexico and Central America. I also predict America will assume direct control of Israel. This process could take over a century to unfold and will be driven by a whole host of factors.

Two of these factors for the Americas are interconnected. They concern illegal migration and the cartel wars. America may find the only way to crush the cartels is to occupy the territories where they originate. At the same time, America could weaponise its prize of citizenship and slow down the advance of illegal migration by conferring it onto Mexico and Central American nations. Rome engaged in this exact policy.

With increased Mexican-Americans in the United States and its army, there could be popular approval from that very population itself. I expect many Cuban Americans would applaud permanent American intervention in Cuba just as it controls Puerto Rico.

The acquisition of Greenland and the potential to reacquire the Panama Canal is all part of America’s historical destiny which seeks to control the whole North American landmass. Already this destiny was declared with the Monroe Doctrine in 1832, forbidding European and other foreign powers from having any influence over the American landmass.

Denmark is technically going against the spirit of the doctrine by its old colonial presence in Greenland. Whilst this is no fault of its own, it still goes against the desires of a far larger power. America could also use the Monroe Doctrine to sweep up many European islands in the Caribbean.

There are moves afoot amongst regions in the Commonwealth of Nations, formally the British Empire, to have ceremonial independence from the British monarchy, but many of these moves are being influenced by China. America will not tolerate such ambitions.

If Greenland is purchased legally, I hope its peoples benefit. It’s unlikely the purchase will bring any tangible benefit to anyone else except private mining companies. The cost would be immense. Some have floated the figure of $1.5 trillion.

Whilst that money can be printed, it will add inflation and debt to the US economy. It’s important to be realistic about these things. Very few people will visit the territory or see any change in their life unless the mineral extraction was undertaken by nationalised companies. There’s something a bit sad about an uncharted territory being bulldozed for mineral extraction so someone can get an extra private jet or eat Greenlandic caviar.

As a principle, I view American control of overseas territories as more stable than their current European protectors. Perhaps the Greenlandic people are considering this reality just as others in the Falklands and elsewhere should also begin to seriously think about.

I also think it would benefit European nations to hand over these territories to American guardianship because it may finally end their delusions of global influence. This would be of immense benefit for European countries who are facing many terrible domestic crises. Britain still pretends it’s both an empire and global soft superpower along with other meaningless terms. Getting rid of its imperial relics would hopefully make it concentrate on its own serious problems.

Perhaps Denmark should follow suit, providing the Greenlandic people are happy.

The scariest thing I ever had to learn about women

It was in 2012 in NTS.

We were 6 of us then and a 3 day weekend was at our hands. We had just got our stipend a day before but we were not allowed to proceed outside. So, we were confined to the cadet mess and the playgrounds.

So, on a friday evening, me and one more coursemate jumped the wall and walked at least a mile to the nearest liquor shop. Unfortunately, we did not know what to buy so we bought 1 bottle each of whatever we had heard.

1 Old Monk Rum

1 Blenders Pride Whiskey

1 Smirnoff Vodka

1 Mansion House Brandy

6 bottles of beer

We ordered some food from outside and sat in my room. Out of the 6 of us, 2 decided not to drink and just enjoy the show.

After an hour or so of mixing every drink possible, one of us went and slept off. That is all I remember.

I woke up at 1230 hours the next morning. I was sleeping under my bed. My shirt was in the balcony and my shorts were in the bathroom completely wet.

My phone had more than a hundred messages and a lot of missed calls.

“We have a class of astronavigation after lunch, instructor had called in the morning.” he informed me.

I was not in a state to go anywhere but somehow managed to drag myself to the class. 4 of us reeked of alcohol and the instructor laughed looking at our faces.

“I knew you guys would do something silly on Friday, that is exactly why I informed about the class today morning.”

Later that evening, my coursemates showed me videos of me trying to play the guitar and sending videos of me singing to my ex. Hence, all the missed calls and messages.

Moral: Never mix your drinks!

Money can replace anything over time

Sure Saudis cant buy Engine design tech tomorrow with their Oil billions but if they start investing in Universities,latest tech, paying 150–250% pay to researchers to come to Saudi, and send 500–1500 students a year on scholarships – in 20–30 years why not???

How did the Americans do it?

Most of their tech advances in the 60s was due to Germans and German Experts who were lured to US

Even our own people like Subramaniam Chandrasekhar, Har Gobind Khurana went to US to do advanced research.

Why?

Facilities, Opportunities, Infrastructure, Equipment, In Short MONEY

Taiwan “Know How” is already not unique. While TSMC is ahead today in 5 and 7 nm commercial manufacture , Samsung is just one step behind and they both use Dutch Equipment

So the unique know how doesnt exist even today

How can money change things?

You know the theory

You have a prototype

You need a working model. You bring in Engineers and put them on 2,3,5 year projects to develop working models

You can bring in reseachers and buy all the equipment in the world etc.

Whenever there is a demand and there is sufficient capital , there is always progress

So Money plus Demand is more than enough to render and replace Taiwanese Tech

Silent Dusting

Submitted into Contest #282 in response to: Write a story that starts and ends in the same place. view prompt

Robert Russell

“Run: Routine_Cleaning_15b.exe,” a droll but sweet voice said. “Mode: Mobile.” A large rectangular cube in the corner of the supply closet opened, unfolded, and expanded to form an automaton. Cobalt, named after her paint job and the many alloys comprising her structure, saluted reflexively. Despite the lack of superior officers around her, it was a good habit to keep, especially in this type of facility.She ran a swath of diagnostics on herself. Everything seemed in order. Cobalt’s long and lanky corrugated tube arms were functional and working at eighty-four perfect efficiency. After testing her joints and how quickly she could shift between cleaning implements, she unplugged herself from her charging port.Though many saw Cobalt’s design as cumbersome, Ralston-Majors Incorporated believed that a more personable automaton was favorable in the service and medical sectors. She was among the peak of robotics technology. To maintain her esteemed status, she routinely received software and firmware updates via wireless communications from RMI headquarters. She patiently waited with her antenna sprouting from the top of her head. Unfortunately, it’d been a long time since her last update. After about ten minutes, she returned to her cleaning duties.Her left hand opened into a vacuum nozzle, which would feed into the large cylindrical canister on her back — a repurposed airplane engine. She exited the supply closet door and entered the lengthy corridor. If the area weren’t so poorly lit, the pristineness and shininess of the floors would be more apparent. The only sounds echoing down the halls were the clattering from her pointed feet and the whirr of her vacuum components.Cobalt scanned the floors for any debris or grime but only found the odd cobwebs and specks of ash. She followed her cleaning programs to the letter, even when her workload appeared incredibly light. Her usual path took her through the laboratories, offices, meeting rooms, and medical bay. Without anyone in her way, Cobalt could quickly and efficiently complete her tasks — proudly representing RMI to her superiors. Once she finished vacuuming and disinfecting the latrines, she discovered a small but distinct oily black trail along the floor. The thing had returned. Breaking from her usual routine, she followed the trail all the way to mission control.The space was bare except for the lonesome desks and main terminal at the end of the room. The central computer displayed the same message: “Successful.” Since she was forbidden from interfacing with the terminal, Cobalt never understood the message’s meaning. As she rounded the work surfaces, Cobalt eventually cornered the defiler of her precious floors. It was small, approximately one foot tall, and had a roundish blob-like shape. Like its trails, the creature’s body was oily and black with tiny, beady yellow eyes.Cobalt recognized the creature but couldn’t identify it, let alone vocalize it. Everything within her databanks referred to this entity as “Redacted.” Aside from the obfuscating to her memory, Cobalt, without hesitation, vacuumed up the creature. It didn’t take its new cylindrical confinement too kindly, but Cobalt couldn’t care less — she had a new mess to clean now.With her right arm changing into a floor scrubber, she slowly followed the inky trail out of central command and down the lengthy corridor to the elevator. Occasionally, her foreign occupant would thrash about in its confinement, especially the closer they got to the elevator. Cobalt rode the lift, annoyed that the Redacted had discovered a way into the facility. Little nuisances.The elevator had gotten slower and slower since Cobalt was stationed at the base. To combat the long wait, she played some jazz-heavy rock and roll music; she used to do this at the request of soldiers who would often ride with her. She mimicked the rhythmic foot-tapping and little shimmies some officers would unintentionally do. Although some of the more senior brass would admonish the noise, the cadets enjoyed the brief but pleasant morale boost.At the top, the doors sluggishly opened. Immediately, Cobalt was reacquainted with the persistent hum of the upper levels. She trekked into the dark, dilapidated hallway strewn with crumbled concrete and torn insulation. Though much of the concrete structure around the elevator and up to ten feet away was still intact, the rest of the corridor was under threat of collapsing. Solid steel doors sat at the end of the dust-filled path.A little device hastily soldered to her chest had been clicking repeatedly since she booted up, but now, it was one long, continuous beep. A couple hard taps to the meter silenced the device. Cobalt cycled through various hand attachments until she found her identification card, which she swiped through the reader. The pneumatic locks hissed as one of the doors slowly opened. All the humming muffled by the concrete was now deafened by the outside howling winds. 

Despite her internal clock reading that it was midday, there was no sun to greet her as the grayness of everything whipped around her. Cobalt trudged through the knee-high ashen dust. After a precise number of strides along a predetermined path, she arrived at where the supply truck parked.

 

Per her instructions, she was to unload cleaning supplies from the vehicle within a specific time frame. She rotated to see the broken remains of the supply truck, partially buried in the ashes about fifty feet away. No resupply today, either. At least the spot now served as an acceptable location to eject her loathsome passenger.

 

She inflated the canister on her back until it made worrisome, crinkling noises. Cobalt then launched the Redacted into the unforgiving winds, carrying it away and rapidly out of sight. Hopefully, it wouldn’t return.

 

As she turned back toward the facility, she noticed something sticking out of the layer of dust and ash. Cobalt shoveled the gray particulates until she revealed a skull. Further investigation showed that the rest of the skeleton was buried as well. Cobalt emptied the rest of her canister and swapped out her nozzle and identification card for pincer claws. She collected the bones and a few metallic mementos like a watch and a set of keys.

 

As Cobalt returned to the pneumatic doors, she found another trail of ink on the floor leading inside — another mess and a Redacted intruder. She rode the lift down and followed the oily path toward the barracks, readying her vacuum attachment as she opened the door.

 

Silent like all the other rooms, two rows of bunks lined along walls, each with a skeleton tucked under the blankets. Cobalt found the Redacted huddled in the corner, smaller than the previous one, with only two eyes. She was about to start her vacuum until she heard the creature shudder and whimper. It reminded her of the times she would find soldiers hiding or sobbing in empty rooms, away from any prying eyes. She would play some of the same elevator music to help cheer them up, to middling results.

 

She felt compelled to play music now as well. Interestingly, the Redacted started humming along, or at least tried to; The singer of the song was too loud for the creature to mimic. She didn’t feel sympathy per se, but much of her coding involved working with and around living beings. The quietness of the facility made her feel a type of loneliness that her coding couldn’t quite compute.

 

At the very least, this thing seemed harmless except to perfectly innocent floors. Cobalt swapped out her vacuum attachment for her standard hand and scooped the creature up. It took a few moments for the Redacted to settle down, but eventually, it stopped shaking. It still hummed to the music as it slithered up Cobalt’s extended arm and rested on her shoulder. Among the hums were softer noises akin to purring.

 

With the little creature seemingly tamed, Cobalt returned to cleaning the floor before stopping in front of an empty bunk. She assembled the skeleton while her new companion watched from its perch. Once completed, she covered it with a blanket like the others, tucking it in for an eternal slumber. She raised her antenna and signaled to the nearest military post in Morse code: “Disregard missing person report. Stop.” No follow-up message was received.

 

With every room cleaned and no specific requests from her superiors, Cobalt returned to her supply closet. She disinfected her arm before placing the Redacted on a shelf so she could run a check on her supplies and build a requisition list. Once completed and sent out via wireless communication, she looked back at her new companion. It had engulfed an entire plastic container, blinking back at Cobalt. That particular bleach container was empty, so she didn’t mind if it was being… eaten?

 

“Mode: Storage,” Cobalt said as she plugged herself into the wall and then contorted back into her small, more compact form. After dissolving the bleach container and growing slightly bigger, the Redacted slithered onto the top of Cobalt’s rectangular form, waiting for it to eventually wake up again. “Terminate: Routine_Cleaning_15b.exe”

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TikTok Ban Backfires: Chinese App XiaoHongshu is America’s Surprising TikTok Replacement

Rav ‘n’ Ravioli

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Ingredients

  • 1 medium green bell pepper, chopped
  • 1/2 onion, chopped
  • 1 teaspoon olive oil
  • 1 garlic clove, pressed or chopped fine
  • 1 (26 to 28 ounce) jar spaghetti sauce
  • 2 (9 ounce) packages refrigerated ravioli (any filling)
  • 1 1/4 cups water
  • 12 French bread baguette slices (4 ounces)
  • 1/4 cup butter or margarine, melted
  • 4 ounces mozzarella cheese, shredded (1 cup)
  • 1 ounce fresh Parmesan cheese, grated (about 1/4 cup)

Instructions

  1. Heat oven to 400 degrees F.
  2. In a 4 quart casserole, heat olive oil over medium heat; add bell pepper and onion and garlic. Cook 2 to 3 minutes or until veggies are tender. Stir in spaghetti sauce, ravioli and water. Bring to boil.
  3. Meanwhile, if not using baguettes, cut a loaf of French bread into 12 slices 1/2 inch thick. Place butter in casserole, microwave for 1 minute on HIGH or until melted. Add bread slices, toss to coat evenly.
  4. Spoon 1/2 of the ravioli mixture into the casserole dish, top with mozzarella cheese, and the remaining ravioli mixture.
  5. Arrange the bread slices, slightly overlapping around the edges and press lightly into the ravioli mixture. Sprinkle the parmesan cheese over the top and bake uncovered, until ravioli is heated through and bread is crisp.

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Pampered Chef

Check this out. Important intel.

Los Angeles Mayor SKEWERED By Reporter at Airport over LA Fires

Los Angeles Mayor SKEWERED By Reporter at Airport over LA Fires
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LA=Mayor Karen Bass large

Sky News (British) Reporter David Blevins happened to be on a Flight to Los Angeles when he ran into Mayor Karen Bass who was returning from her trip to Ghana while Los Angeles burned from Wildfires.  He utterly skewered her with simple, direct questions, The Mayor stood completely silent, unable to answer ANY of them!

Watch the brief 2:41 video and be amazed that the Mayor’s mind apparently could not generate an original thought or even cause a change in facial expression:

 

 

Apparently, Mayor Karen Bass is what is commonly referred to as an “NPC” – a Non-Playable-Character.

It’s a term from video games which describes an aspect of the game wherein the player encounters a thing that cannot be interacted with, cannot be reasoned with, cannot think.  Instead, the thing merely does whatever it’s program tells it to do.

Mayor Bass apparently had no programming to answer the Reporter’s questions.   Whoever wrote or controls her mental program, apparently didn’t provide enough processing power for Bass to answer impromptu questions or even change her facial expression.  Since she had no pre-written/programmed script, she seemed unable to interact or respond.

How is it the Mayor couldn’t say something like: “I’ve just gotten back and have to be briefed on the situation, I will speak with the Press later today.”  or “My heart is broken over what’s happening, I feel so terrible and will be helping as much as I can now that I’m back.”

Instead, the Mayor said .. . . NOTHING.

Apparently, her little mind could not cope with being asked questions that she had not been programmed to respond to.  In fact, her mind seemed unable to even change her facial expression!   (Apparently not a lot of processing power in this NPC.)

How did Voters in Los Angeles choose this . . . thing . . . to be Mayor?  Or are the Voters in Los Angeles as empty headed as their Mayor seemed to be?  That would explain a lot.

For instance, it might explain how Mayor Bass CUT the budget of the Los Angeles Fire Department by a reported $17.9 MILLION just this past September!

It may also explain how Los Angeles and specifically Pacific Palisades, situated literally on the coastline of the Pacific Ocean, found themselves running out of water.   How do you run out of water for fire fighting when you’ve got the largest Ocean on earth 200 feet away?

No Diesel-powered pumps to draft water from the sea?   The typical fire engine can pump about 1500 gallons per minute.  Below, a single diesel pump that can pump six thousand gallons per minute; can supply FOUR separate fire engines:

 

Link to Fire Pump HERE

mobile pump unit 6000
mobile pump unit 6000

It is said that people get the government they vote for.  Congratulations Los Angeles Voters, you did a bang-up job electing this thing as Mayor.

CELEBRITY HOMES BURN TO THE GROUND

Hollywood’s biggest celebrities are picking up the pieces after discovering their affluent neighborhood was reduced to ash and rubble when the California wildfires tore though Pacific Palisades.

The death toll of the historic infernos have now reached five, as heroic firefighters still battle hellish conditions on the front lines of at least five different fires.

The homes of Anthony Hopkins, John Goodman and Miles Teller among those destroyed, while dozens of other Hollywood movie and TV stars now face an anxious wait alongside their neighbors to learn if anything could be saved.

Apocalyptic fire tore through the ritzy enclave of Pacific Palisades on Tuesday, rapidly spreading to surrounding suburbs as a windstorm carried embers and debris in all directions.

Residents fled and then waited with bated breath to learn more about their homes, as news began trickling out that entire streets had been wiped off the map, firefighters were running out of water, and resources were being diverted to fight the fire on multiple fronts.

Now, the widespread devastation is becoming clearer as celebrities share their devastation upon discovering they’ve lost their MULTI-million-dollar mansions.

Pretty Simple

De Minimis Rule :-

Chinese ship most of their low cost goods in terms of packages of $ 799 each to avoid Tariffs.

This is because in the US – Imports <= $ 800 are waived from any Tariffs or Duties

If you import 1000 units of a product costing the importer $ 70, you pay $ 70,000 plus $ 850 Shipping and Insurance plus $ 14,000 Tariff

Total Cost = $ 84,850

Instead if the Exporter sends you 10 Shipments of 100 Units

You pay $ 70,000 + ($ 550*10) = $ 75,500

So your per Unit Cost rises from $ 70.85 to $ 75.50

Since you sell the product for $ 109.99 retail, you can absorb the extra $ 4.65 rise in cost

Final Assembly & Finish

Chinese ship 90% finished products to Mexico and Vietnam to their owned factories in these countries

They assemble the last 10% in these factories

They ship the MADE IN MEXICO Or MADE IN VIETNAM goods to USA

China ships many Drones and Drone parts to India under the same procedure

Final assembly is done in Malaysia and exported to India

Re-Sellers market

China purchases most of their Advanced Chips from Re sellers in Australia and Singapore who buy and sell with a 30% profit margin

Buy for $ 45,000 and sell for $ 60,000 and make a clear $ 15,000 Profit for an A100 80GB HBM2e model

Unlike the F-16, there are no inspections NVDIA makes

You can order 8 and re sell 4 to China and nobody cares

Only thing is Service Warranty and AMC is not available but that can be handled by the Chinese


So how did the Trade Deficit reduce?

Simple China nearshored to Mexico

So now Mexico has the equivalent Trade Deficit with USA

Mexico has a $ 131 Billion surplus with USA while China has a $ 84.3 Billion surplus with Mexico

Of this nearly $ 50 Billion is with products ending up in the US

So the deficit hasn’t gone anywhere

It’s just moved to Mexico and Vietnam

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Feal
I am open to hear your thoughts on this." Read more »

I think it would be a completely understandable and natural progression in your own personal mission.

I think that you have succeeded in your primary mission and should now have some much-deserved spare time to spend with your family.

I hope that I will be able to contribute to you having more spare time when I (finally) get to China later in the year.

I hope to be able to useful to yourself and the Domain.

I look forward to enjoying our inevitable friendship once I get to China. I hope you somewhat know just how much I admire and respect you sir.

Jambo99

It’ll be a sad day for the world if and when the Metallicman blog sunsets, and I genuinely mean that. Always be grateful for what you’ve shared with us, Metallicman. And I for one would sign up for the Patreon next chance I get. So glad also to have downloaded your key Indexes by now. That stuff should be kept on file for future generations and taught in schools. Even the direct line to an interdimensional extraterrestrial entity you provided us with– to ask any question one liked about the Secrets of the Universe, yet was somehow, staggeringly, morphed partly into “will-I-be-alright-please-help-me, sniff”, questions– threaded through mercifully with some wonderful insights thanks to your efforts– were a revelation in themselves.
So thank you again for all your efforts, and if you do decide to go dark again, looking forward to meeting you in the Great Galactic Never Never sometime in the not too distant future.

Jambo99

Good to hear. I’d be lost without my daily Shorpy and Whiskerton fix. All a lot more interesting than wasting any time whatsoever reading about what-you-told-us-ages-ago-was-gonna-happen on “the news”.
And there’s always your truth bombs soiling statist panties on Quora, 😂.

Will
I am open to hear your thoughts on this." Read more »

What is the maintenance cost, assuming you do not renew this website?

Will

This is definitely not a trivial amount of money. Then if you really close the website, the archive would be “Core MM content” in baidu disk? That would be fine

Nitin

Hi MM,

Will the website keep running, and only new articles won’t be updated – as is happening day to day right now… If the website keeps running, is their a deadline to it, after which the website won’t be accessible?

Greg

Yes the mainstream news media is bullshit, so please give us your detailed feedback on this hokey Trumpy Trade Charade.

Trak

I look forward to your personal stories and experiences every day. My advice is to write shorter and maybe not every day.

TomK

I vote for this advice too :). Less or shorter articles = better quality + more MMs time + more reader’s time. I.e. this thing about plane teleporting or “backyard portal experiments” etc. (it would be cool wastebin by the way) is much more captivating than “China this”, “Trump that”, “politics jada-jada-jada” etc “read once” kind of articles.

Lee

After years and years and years and so on and so on….I know what I know, but don’t know what I don’t know. In other words, who am I, what am I, what am I doing here, where did I come from (since it certainly is not from here) And most of all how do I get out and never return to the horrid place? Can I get a straight up answer? I’m not trying to be snarky. It’s just that I am coming to the end of this particular crummy trip. Really, a trip which should have been a great one had there been no roadblocks every step of my overachieving way. Now, I’ve become tired and old, but surely onto something, probably for the first time.

You’ve invited me to ask and to question. Thank you. These are just some of the superficial basic few questions.

I hope to keep contact. Although I have always been an occasional browser, I, as a conspiracy truther, have great respect for your sites and have many times used them for not only knowledge but also as a reference source.

maxhdrm.shaman

I think it would be great if you could keep this website up for people that may hear about it or stumble into it. If it is costly to keep and you would like to look at some much more affordable options I found a few recently after my hosting service (who advertised they never raise prices) more than tripled the cost of hosting. For myself I decided to create my own server on a MiniPC and since I’m on fiber here it works very well. As for paid domains check out https://tld-list.com/ where I got one for 88 cents. And hosting on some places is free or a place like spaceship.com it is very cheap – like under $20 a year for 20gb ssd or under $39 for unlimited storage including unlimited hosted domains and websites.
Maybe just take a break for needing to write articles every day. I’m guessing you need that but if there is anyway to retain the website I think that would be really good for all those seeking truth and fascinating info.

maxhdrm.shaman

Just a note I forgot to add in my comment if it isn’t obvious that running a website on your own server is free, you only pay the annual domain fee which for the one I got was under one dollar.

ANTI

I do not mind if you decide to leave this site.

Yes, I already lost WSW (Reality Hackers/Soul Healer) which I have been a part of for over a decade, but with how things are going down this year, there’s a strong chance that most Westerners will not have access to the internet or running electricity. All of the actions in the Tariff Wars and hot wars have exponentiated the probability of full on collapse in western countries as everything becomes unaffordable. Thus, everyone will be in anarchy-survival mode as the last vestiges of industrialization over here crumble.

But, moreover, in the likelihood that your preditions are correct and we are going to be whisked away into a brand new, special place just for us (this coincides with what Clive and his coterie explicated to me long ago) than there’s no need to maintain this site since the information that will be available there will include everything here, and it will be super fast to digest/imbibe and comprehend without much fuss.

I like reading your stuff, but if you gotta go and lay low, then do so. That’s what Clive did already since there’s no point trying to explain anything in this rapidly decaying and fucked up reality where everyone’s ready to throw hands and go apeshit over the smallest of things.

Tim

It’s good to have the updates, and thank you all who join in or associated with for creating, improving, or helping on the good stuffs, contents. I’m not sure how to write this sentence well. Some times I thought maybe MM need to take a rest some days, then have an update, the frequency such like that. To me, I prefer to read what the Commander said, then affirmations class. I thought you’re writing an encyclopedia, but later I thought/think it’s looks like you’re building an library but sometimes as complex as the maze. I some times want to have the map showing “which article associated what stuffs – make the tags or something but not just category; and what other contents it would connected to – make the road signs showing the directions, how far to where, those location after those split lanes or locations; mark the date if the contents are based on the environment or background of that time; translate by person/people”.

The other hand, I think the situation for now just like a silk line holding the connection, every update need MM.

My opinion: MM, some people or me to do so –
1. Try to make the map for old contents, but especially for new contents. Or make something looks like flowchart or something. Maybe like a MRT map.
2. Someone or some people volunteer in translation, especially against what Commander said, teach and any of other important stuff or if the situation is good enough then also MM’s fun articles or something. Once finish for an article or a bundle / a basket of contents, then send / transfer to the member of The Domain who is approved or allowed to view and correcting, and make the sentences fluence, as nature as native speaker but maybe with some different terms far away from daily life / conversation (of most of the native speakers).
3. Someone or some people volunteer, and “be approved / allowed” by The Domain Commander, or by the member who is / are “approved / allowed” for “approve / allow” the “person / people” to have new and more connection, more than such like just 1 silk line. This is very hard, so, although I notice before that we can’t just have MM, but I didn’t have a good solution.

But about the detail of how to do these well, I don’t know.

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I watch your new video about the megalithic structures, read the transfer words on YouTube. I’m excited, so I want to publish this message today, rather than make this message more… looks better.

I believe the place is match to one of the place I’ve been. And yeah, we’ve been destroyed by the old empire. I actually don’t know the location before watch this video, read the words. I’m forget a lot and also forget how much of me ever been how many locations. How excited is, to me, that’s after I read Alien Interview and know my… societies are real, then especially found your website. This society / societies that this structures’ owner. I can’t confirm is it all correct. The place maybe as one country I built again in my this life, I called it as 「和依」, years later, it with the other societies / regions then we have The Domain, but I didn’t give the name, after read the Alien Interview then I choose The Domain’s name in Traditional Chinese as 「團域」. In near history (but very long time ago to me in this life), 「盟哲塔特」 join 團域, but I’m not sure is the place as 和依 or 盟哲塔特 or the other place I’ve been but didn’t name it. My memory is show me with strange way, I don’t know how each piece conbind together would be something match to… history, or the other things and make things more complex. 盟哲塔特 has historical / messages fault, as I believe that’s some things before we have 團域, before I draw the sign of 團域. Here’re 盟哲塔特體系 (system) in the world, but seems like no one know about that. The structures are important, very important, and not just this Earth. I don’t remember where’s 盟哲塔特 original from, the location if match to nowaday, but I remember how much level I hate the old empire. In the guide, 團域 is based on 盟哲塔特體系, but now we’re not notice those. About the structures, you can think it’s in the base, maybe with labs and military fleets. I don’t know, my memory and dream or even just know or thinking show me various things, I know some are trush so I have to find the good things out of garbage container. 盟哲塔特體系 is some kind out of the old empire’s blocking system. I think maybe I know a little bit more of that constuctions than MM, but I don’t know. Maybe I will try to write something, or not.

Tim

I’m trying to explain the underneath ruin structures, and more. I lose memory a lot, I had dreams and thinks, I’m not sure is what I say is match to the reality, or actually match before but not now, and which parts is match.

Maybe it’s my imaginary, but I don’t know, but my imaginary created The Domain, and now I usually call The Domain as 團域.

I’m not sure would MM read this, I don’t know will MM send an email to me, if so, MM can send to my yandex or google email box. I didn’t try yandex email before, so I don’t know will it work.

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The ruin structures can’t be real repair. There’re the place we have the device, so we could connect with the other places of our locations, or our friends’. I knew people later would try to find out something from those structures, but that’s somehow a… 幌子.

The device is not just about the shell, connecting other place, connecting other devices, connecting physical reality and non physical reality.

Once I write this sentence then feel uncomfortable, I’m not sure about the reason.

We created the net to guard this world, hold the world. Some significant individual can transfer / pass / go through / between different realities.

I can’t match this to time, beacause I have no idea about the time match to it.

Something would be the top secret before but I know before that once MM or someone who are reliable shown then I would write it.

These is the big net, complex net hold with many location, realities, and that’s some kind not about the past or future.

Some kind of level… or say such like the individual who is acceptable on it, then we can connection, hold together, things or individual go pass,

I don’t know how to write this sentence better, we can exchange or / and go easier, we can also go to the other one or some reality and back here, the same place or one different place or some different places of this reality that we depart before.

We can enhance the connection, the net, the many of big and deep or the other various kinds of anchor. We can defend in combination together, I usually say 抵進, but it’s more like people hold the shields as line, hold the barrier, push forwards together and trust anyone of your group. 

Some of devices have advance functions, but I can’t distinguish where’re those devices.

Some have special functions and only very few many no more than 10, the siginificant individual can use the function that can change the world in very big degree.

Copy the parts or in some degree of world, then once we had the very big problem, then we can recovery, maybe rebuild entirely, or recovery the old world to the new world then become a another new world but maybe have historical fault – geology fault but not such geology. And we can cover the smaller universes then make people wouldn’t find out even wouldn’t notice.

We have 盟哲塔特體系(system(s) / multi-system(s)), but we had big problem.

I’m actually not very sure about these locations’ / societies’ associations.

The names just I named it, I don’t know where there have the real formal names, and did I named it before or not. There’re some editions.

1. Match to my dream, create line in this life, I live in 和依.

Maybe my city is 夢蝶 city, has 13 quadrillion people, is the largest city in this universe, and the neibor city is 春和 city has 11 quadrillion people, is the second largest city.

I don’t know is it important, just say. 夢蝶 is from my dream and I notice a phase called 莊周夢蝶, so I just easier to made the name of this city.

We don’t have capital city, we have devices, we connect, we anchor and this is reliable.

We have 和依 spirit, very strong spirit, and 和依 have same sounds with 合一 in Chinese Mandrian.

We got attack, some of us been destroyed, but the newer 和依, I make the combination, actually we’re several different societies combination then we are 團域,

I draw our sign for people easier to draw it but not as complex as the older sign.

The older sign that we need to use several realities to make the combination complex sign and show it, I can’t draw it with my nowaday physical body. 盟哲塔特 have deep special connection with 和依, and join 團域 maybe after the old empire destroyed one or some of our home. 盟哲塔特體系 hold with 和依 spirit, and 和依, 盟哲塔特, any society of 團域 is based on 盟哲塔特體系.

2. To 和依 and 盟哲塔特, that’s some different but highly compatible to each other, and the member societies of 團域.

Here’re some historical destroyed and after recovery, so the new universe show the different or the compatible part more than the old world.

After big destroyed, and then the old empire, but 團域 is / are based on the 盟哲塔特體系, and with 和依 spirit as in old world or had some change.

And now to prison, we need to recovery and teach. Recovery the good individuals, teach other individuals, tame the wild individuals, take the element from real devil.

3. 和依 is created since my dream then I imagine a country in this life, this country based on some piece of history, and after other steps, then finally I match to 團域. 盟哲塔特體系 is from the… if I think this world as a building, this is just exist in any time.

It hold the world. We “have / are” a group “in / just exist and associted to” this building.

Then we have many rooms and make this building become various, but any universe must to “holding with / under” the… “structure / frame” “of / with” 盟哲塔特體系.

But there’re some places that not everybody can “get in / go in”, you can imagine that many building in your daily life, maybe, or not, some building have engine room or some kind of special room that’s not for everybody to visit, and most of individual, or IS-BE – I’m not sure, couldn’t notice of those rooms.

In some times, 盟哲塔特體系 have the significant individual or society, and choose the main “universe / reality” can associating with.

But here’re something big change, and the original society have some change, and the world various, the new significant individual or society in some kind hold the main seat, but 盟哲塔特體系 always exist, just here’re big fault and many important or not such important things that people forget or just don’t know, and doesn’t notice, but here’re some things keep going, then people could seen something not such old here, there.

The societies “make things / build” in various places, in this and there, those reality. Various has limit, it must to hold with the 盟哲塔特體系.

We have something insane in the world sometimes, so it’s need to have a way, a guide back, re-align and match to this harmony… model.

Something big change happen before, we can re-align, or if some of our… us or things get destroyed, then we can make the model that created before and use those model to recovery the “universe / reality”, “rebuild, or make combination and has the fault, or create the new model and ‘guide / align’ the world”.

團域 wouldn’t be destroyed such easy, and once if we get destroyed, I would take the recovery back, and rebuild our societies again.

I hide something very big, that the strong powerful things enough to make me hold the 盟哲塔特體系, and make sure our species wouldn’t real fallen.

Here we are 盟哲塔特體系 with 團域 and the others out of 團域. 盟哲塔特體系 some kinds like the biger and more complex edition / editions of 團域, but with some different. “This / these” is my “species / group / groups”, we would guard it, and I want all individuals keep 盟哲塔特體系 in all of our environment, include any of the new region or thing that we imagine and create. To all of Commander / Commanders, to all of our member / members, I believe in you.

The sentence of “I believe in you” is from MM, I actually was not sure how to make this sentence well in English before.

I don’t know will I have (write or receive) more message and on where.

Will

Hello metallicman, may I ask if this individual opened the comm with the Domain Commander in Chinese, transcribed the message, and translated the Chinese message using AI into English?

Tim

Traditional Chinese is my native language. I didn’t use AI on translation, I just write down, write the new message in English, thinking in English when I’m writting in English, though some parts are translated from Chinese or try to write down something that doesn’t have a way with the language I know.

I think I will say something more, but later.

Jambo99

Thanks for your efforts. Fascinating. Please, take your time and post us all an update when you’re ready, and in whatever way you prefer.

Tim

I have different kinds, different levels of my consciousness. I usually / often at the lowest level in daily life, usually feel tired.

I some times use “detect” when I writing if here’re more than one option / way / method against a segment, a sentence, a term, a phrase, a word, or even just a punctuation (but that’s not mean precision) – that’s such like when I’m approaching or at the highway exit, maybe I will / would detect and choose the direction maybe just with feeling sometimes, keeping on the main lane, or go to the other highway, or the ground level big road, but sometimes I don’t know was I chose well.

Sometimes when I thinking, it’s just keep going and keep going, connect to the other places and going far.

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In this video, show Taiwan government ban the motorcycles which under 250c.c. on use the lanes, usually on big roads, bridges, tunnels, underneathes, and all of the freeways and red shield sign expressways, just for the safety that government think, and we must to do hook-turn or the lane at the right side which for motorcycle (and bicycle just be forgeted) turn left, because we can’t turn left on the left lane.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7sNE9vgGONY

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QChIYS0BsZk

That’s people need to choose (actually is find your way / lane and accept), where’re the way ahead. And pedestrian be forgeted of course.

Going on the way not usual, jump to this piece and jump to the others, connect together or not, sometimes would find something good, maybe – that’s maybe good on exploiting, to find a new piece, the new way, or something, but that’s aweful on the traffic, many people dead on the roads every year in this and the other reasons.

“「” and “」” is the punctuations in Traditional Chinese, I just use it here as the mark for easier to reading, but it’s not a normal way.
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Turn back. What I know is from some ways, but different ways would interference with the others, or not. It’s such like here we got a cup of milk, then maybe we would have some ice, black tea, white sugar, dark chocolate, dry strawberry, and maybe we would add some of them in, but maybe all, or maybe not then just the milk. If I say the model of the truth, or something, or the image, and how to get the milk become the type on image? Maybe I add too much ice, here’re something too much then join here, the milk get freezen, or just those ice, strawberry too much so some of milk over the cup.

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What I know, from:
1. What I read and listen.

2. Imagine, think, feel when I’m not sleeping.

Imagine and think a lot, it's easy to connect to everywhere, but just the information coming out whatever is it useful.

3. Dream.

Most of dream to me are useless. I need to imagine "and / or" think, take the parts, the pieces out, and join to the construction.

4. Detect.

Imagine, think, usually follow detect unless direct know. It's often second guessing come out, some of those I would relize, then I can cut them off, but the problem is.
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「

Such like if here’re molten metal cool down but with much of impurity include slag, and our environment keep throwing more impurity in. At that time, I want to have pure solid metal, but here’re impurity and molten part everywhere inside, and rust surface.

https://youtu.be/9kIzYEY9IKs?t=443

Skim slag out, but it’s not such easy like this video.

」
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5. Direct know.

Direct know is know something directly.

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I didn’t write memory, because of I think those actions would cause interference with memory, to record, to read. And about the things happen before my this life, I usually don’t know the time, just feel that’s long time ago, whatever is it 50 thousands, or a trillion years ago.

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6. Conversation with 「」.

This is not how to use this punctuation in Traditional Chinese, I just use this to hold something I don't know, or not sure, or undefined. I'm not always sure with who, but some times are with Commander. I usually didn't go to find out who I have conversation with because of I don't such care, unless I need or I want. This conversation is mean non-physical conversation.

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Monthes ago, one day, I’d “thought / wanted to go to a mall” I’ve not sure, I asked myself in some level.

我:「要不要去新光三越?」

I: “Go to 新光三越 or not?”

「」:「不要/不能去!」

「」: “Don’t (want to) go there / can’t go there!”

我:「為什麼,會爆炸嗎?」

I: “Why, would it explode?”

「」:「會。」

「」: “Will explode.”

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Then there’re about one or two month, I kept saw the coffin, cremention device almost everyday, sometimes some times in a day, some times I saw the the other bad view.

One of that day, I woke up in the dream, and moved body up from lied to sat, then saw I’m in the coffin, and maybe 4 dead people standing in front of me, at feet side. I don’t know were they looks curious because of I’m alive or I’m a fresh one, new comer. I was angry, hold the sword out as normal – the sword is ley-lines, energy sword, that’s normal thing, and familiar to me, as normal and familiar as the glowing light large globe. As intuition way, I thought it an attack, so I had that one of my intuition reaction, I had that sword, I was in combat mode, and stick and destroyed the bottom of that coffin, moved out. I couldn’t saw the door, but I know the direction, I where’s that door, that room in which mortuary out of dream. Between dream and wake up, I kept moving, destroyed / exploded the roof, flight above, search the enemy. Though many of the detail isn’t important.

After coffin, cremention, those days’ view stopping on / a bit before the mall explode.

https://youtu.be/W1S0bDogyug

Views in dream and out of dream, direct know and conversation. It’s not just one way, but many ways and keep alarm and alarm, even couldn’t stop. I saw the locker would think the urn. Read mortuary that 3 words would think my elementary school classmate, because of one word is same on her name.


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7. Guide.

I guide, then maybe happen, and if I read or hear something then will know it happen.

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But seldoms I forget things quickly, maybe in seconds, or just suddenly forget, such like it become never come out.

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My modes / status:
0. 「呆鈍模式」/「呆鈍『mode / status』」。

It such like circuit breaker tripped and lose the electic. In this status, I blank in some level, and sometimes with trance. It hold me in "normal person" status.

1. Normal person.

It's maybe serious, or not. Much imagine and think. In this mode, it's hard to guide, or maybe I can't guide in this mode.

2. Serious mode.

In leader status, or combat status, or both. We have enemy, that's normal to me. Here're horrible things a lot in this universe.

I use this video to show but not very much match to me, but I don’t want to spend time on finding better video.

https://youtu.be/XSqhWdeFc8Y?t=1447

I can say what I know, what I think, and I want to do or want someone or some people to do, maybe with guide, but maybe not, and it's not always useful.

3. As a leader.

Strong, enhance, determine, define. That's not base on think, that's... on 「開」 / "Open / Turn On", or can say 「啟」 / "Open / Inspire / Turn On / Start / Enlightenment..." I actually don't have a precision term. Or maybe revelation or something.
But I can't push / set it too much strong, or would be more easier into 呆鈍模式.
As a leader, I guide, maybe something would just happen, but I usually not such care about the details.

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If I focus too much in details, it's "often / easy" lose the whole; but "care about / keep" the whole, maybe not such deep match to those details I want. Review those "happend / happening" things, I often didn't such care about the details.

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I think maybe here’re better way to make this message better, more match to what I really is, or the meaning I want to say. But I spend days on this message, I don’t want to “re-edit / re-correct” it, that would spend more time. Languages is the package meaning from the group of people, so seldom but would have some not such match to the package.

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As a leader, or maybe a suggestion provider, I don't know. As a leader, I guide, I crated my.... country, connect societies together. Destroy the old empire, and keeping on recovery.

As a leader, I want to have a site for show the things people need to know, that's the part of recovery, if here're no one do that, I would do that, write down what I know, but I'd not sure is what I know truth, what parts are truth? I need another way / thing to let me more sure, not all of I know just imagine.

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Some years ago, I guide, re-align - the message from the person / people who crashed at the desert, whatever American desert or somewhere. The crash was happen, I re-align and join what I want into the incident of what I didn't know.

But I forget, but I remember I have draw our represntation symbol, one day, I got a "know" - I would read an document in about 2 monthes. I read "Alien Interview", know my... country is real, but I didn't make a name.

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I can't wait 5000 years, so I guide, and make here priority.

And I want to have updates informations, and real implement the process of recovery. I have direction, but don't have the details.

I need someone but not myself to say things out, make people know, know those important things, and I need Commander or the our member "you" think that's good, for communicating with the person or people on this Earth, and record and write down as words or sounds, those I prefer reading words than listening. Find a person, maybe / whatever is he / she a former prison warden of the old empire, whatever is he / she an American.

Later, "they" give me the person, and I also use detect as previous habit, also to make this stronger but not such easy go into 呆鈍模式, I got a name a bit slower - 「馬德斯‧欸斯卡普龍」 - the final word is not such for sure, but I think it maybe can pronounce in Chinese Mandrain, or Taiwanese Southern Min. Then I some curious on how it would spell in Latin / English alphebats, then go really slower it shown, but I don't remember what MM wrote, I only remember my mode - "Mades Escapuleon" - the "ca" maybe "ka", "pu" is more possible than "po", "leon" maybe "lion" or "lon", but that's not「獅子」, so it's not "lion", but more close to "Napoléon", so it more possible is "leon" - then that's it. But I forget what MM's spell.

"You"... think OK, I'm OK, I don't have more opinion, but I make it to years ago before that time, so when I read his articles, I don't need to wait years for him writting, there're many things I can read, include those significant things.
And he is a bridge between "us" and the people in prison. And I want him sometimes like a connection way between me and Commander or the other some our people. (It's an easy way to say, not the precision words.)

But then, I’m not sure what’s the next. MM is a person, and we need to have more line but not let this line broken. And go the recovery successful.

Tim

I doubt myself again against who I am, and am I the… person I know / think.
I don’t know will my message cause something special on your article or video, or maybe not.
Are there something that Commander want me to do? If I can.
I don’t know would my message bother someone.
If I’m the one I know, I don’t know would MM get a big surprised.

I’ve send a mail to MM’s email box, but I don’t know what to say, just wrote down my email boxes.
I know I’m not wonderful, and maybe with many problems, maybe you / there’re someone will say “nobody is wonderful”, but I don’t know.
I think maybe MM is busy, or maybe there’re nothing to say or don’t need to say something. Well, I’m under nervous circle.

Will

Hi, Tim,your answer is very helpful, and congratulations in opening the comm! I have a request here: (to both MM and Tim:) is it possible for me to contact Tim through email?

Tim

Can I send you email if I want to say something or have conversation we you, when I want to say something?

I some times would think am I too arrogant about “leader” or something.

Tim

I’m still writing the the message, it’s not finish yet. I’m trying to say what ways my knowledge from, my modes, maybe also about the thing underground before; and maybe in the message next to this I will say about I created countries in different steps of time in my this life, fight enemy, destoy terrorist (not by my physical body). The old empire is terrorist.

I think I know “COMM” ‘s mean, but I’m not sure is it mean have / make the communication with Domain Commander. Maybe I read this term before in somewhere of what MM wrote, but I forget.

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I have Yandex and Google, Yahoo. I usually use Google, but not sure is it a good idea. About Yandex, I don’t know will it work well, I’ve not recieved a mail there.

I lose my memory a lot, and in my this life I have many things from imagine, think, or the other ways but not become reality, and some things I’m not sure are those match to reality. In actual, I know once I post a special / significant / define message, I actually want to say 「某則訊息」, the message on MM’s website or Patreon, then here would someone write a message, then I will say more. It’s such like a plan, and I just go on it. My message on Patreon, it’s not work, so I turn back to this website and post something. And I know maybe he / she would want to contact me.

My way(s) is / are some different to MM. So I need MM write things to make sure, what I know are real. I don’t have some kind of (special military) base traning. All of my training in this life, if that’s training, that’s in my imagine, think, feel. So once I got a question, maybe I will answer, say something different, or not.

Will

Do you use wechat? My mother tongue is also Chinese, and communicating there would be extremely easy.

Tim

看到你的留言,所以我去辦了一支微信帳號,但是我還不太確定要怎麼用。

Jambo99

What you’ve posted here so far about the Gaza Plateau– or under it, rather– has been very, very interesting and overlaps with some of what other more knowledge and less sensationslist researchers have been writing and presenting quietly over the years.
I for one enjoyed reading it. Very much. So thanks again for your efforts. Much obliged. There’s so much folks don’t know about the reality they inhabit.
(p.s Yandex, Google, Yahoo and Proton all now employ advanced algorithms used to detect certain key words and groupings of expressed ideas, and delete them during transmission/in real time. Others are writing about this and the problem is increasing. Free speech is just a fanciful notion at this stage.)

Will

I think you opened the comm with your higher self

Tim

Sometimes I think is, but sometimes I as the leader, the higher level of me control directly, and at those time, I don’t feel the lower level of me. I’m actually don’t seperate this, but just for describing.

A car in the city, driving under 50, and with slow down and accelerating again, but once it on the freeway then got 100 or faster. It’s just a figure of speech so don’t have traffic jam or heavy curve, slope, road work or something would make it slow.

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I’ve read MM’s article of Moon Pie few days ago, and I have a box of moon pie these days and still have some. I bought it in Carefour, some kind because of it’s discount, but I don’t know MM would write an article for this, and snickers, I ate snickers last month but forget the real time. The moom pie still discount, and once I saw it then I reminded MM’s prison life.

Tim

How I stand serious on the what I defend ourself (my country / species), or guide, make the policy or plane, make an order, it’s me, that’s don’t need to seperate and think about the level. Such like we don’t need to think “that’s happy me” or that’s “normal me have no such strong feeling”.

But I don’t feel happy, I think I will happy when I leave this prison.

Different levels:
https://youtu.be/VC7974DLf3Y
Once it got speed enough, it turn to another mode. This is just a figure of speech, don’t need to think about the engineering of this train. I just use the piece as the information on what I want to say – just the piece, not the whole things about it.

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And about the underground complex of the Giza Plateau, or MM wrote Gaze Plateau.

I actually have some different things because of my… background, so here’re something maybe not match to 團域, or not match to what other society I’ve been, here’re many things from imagine or thinking.

In this of my life, the emergency, alert sounds I’m used to, is some kinds like that train sound and the horn in Age of Empires 2 but higher, or a special siren, though It’s not important to you.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VJKd_BfOX3c

I write what I know, but I don’t know what parts are real history.

We have artifi… we have AI, or maybe it’s not AI but just an SOP, so once we got heavy attacked, that’s too strong, so we destroyed our things automatically or by ourself (then no with AI). I don’t want the old empire to use it, such like they occupy a large of gift. Maybe some where destroyed by them, but the core, the most important things was we destroyed. And also, I was the leader.

I believe that I’ve hide something on this Earth, but I have no idea so far. I believe that I made the big guide long time ago whatever associated with 團域, or with the other where I’d been, but I know the guide in old age wasn’t finish, so here’re somethings I need to do more, but I don’t have an idea now. Maybe the new piece of old guide come out, I will know easyer on how to do what.

Will

Hello Tim, may I ask if you opened the comm with the Domain Commander in Chinese, transcribed the message, and translated the Chinese message using AI into English? Or are these words you wrote all parts of your memory?

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