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GTA Online is Rockstar's incredibly popular cash cow that has been keeping gamers busy since 2013. Although the game should be relatively mature at this stage in its life, it still has plenty of flaws, such as horrendous loading times. These loading time issues have annoyed countless players, and now one player has tracked down the root issue to improve performance.
GTA V fan T0ST recently picked up GTA Online again to finish some new heists that have come out since he last played, but he was "shocked (/s) to discover that it still loads just as slow as the day it was released 7 years ago." With some grit, determination, and perhaps even some spite, T0ST decided it was "time to get to the bottom of this."
gta online ridiculous load times fixed benchmark
In the process of digging into GTA Online, T0ST had to do due diligence and research to make sure no one else figured out the problem. Once it was established that no one had, he ran some benchmarks on his PC with an aging FX-8350 CPU, NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1070 GPU, 16GB of DDR3, and a "cheap-o" Kingston SSD. Though these parts may be old, they should be plenty to get GTA Online off the ground in decent time, but that is not what happened. According to the data in the blog post, T0ST got into the story mode in approximately one minute and ten seconds, whereas it took nearly six minutes to get into online mode. After some polling, it appears that many other users are having the same issue . What could be happening here?
gta online ridiculous load times fixed taskmanager
Using the task manager, T0ST found that his CPU was being eaten for around four minutes during GTA Online's load process. Perhaps it was just a bottleneck happening on his CPU alone, but that would not make much sense. To track down the issue, T0ST went to dump the running processes' stack, showing where the offending process is happening in RAM. This information, acquired through Luke Stackwalker, gave T0ST a place to look for whatever was causing issues.
gta online ridiculous load times fixed lukestackwalker
After falling down the rabbit hole of trying to track down where the memory pointed, it all started to come together through assembly code reading and obfuscation. Evidently, when loading into GTA Online, a whopping 10MB worth of JSON is being parsed. It seems that it is data for something called "net shop catalog," which is likely just all the things purchasable in GTA Online using in-game currency.
gta online ridiculous load times fixed parseloop
Why this parsing takes so long is due to a function used called sscanf, which, in this instance, can be loosely equated to reading Romeo and Juliet by reading one word, then rereading the play, and then jumping back to the next word in the play. Furthermore, there is another bad programming issue just beside sscanf, which goes through the entire list of JSON entries in an array, one by one, and checks to see if there are duplicates by comparing a unique ID assigned to each item called a hash. Ultimately, it is a lot of extra and unnecessary work that slows down everything.
To solve this issue, T0ST decided to write a .dll (Dynamic Linked Library) and inject it into GTA so that sscanf is effectively streamlined. Also, rather than running duplication checks, they can just be skipped as items inserted into the storage array will always be unique, as was set up during the parsing effort. Once T0ST injected the DLL into GTA with both issues fixed, he saw his load times go from around six minutes down to a solid approximate two minutes.
As T0ST explains, this "won't solve everyone's load times - there might be other bottlenecks on different systems, but it's such a gaping hole that I have no idea how R* has missed it all these years." Ultimately, Rockstar needs to dig into this issue to save all GTA Online players headaches during loading. If you want to see what T0ST did exactly, you can check out his GitHub here and see what is going on. In any case, perhaps we will soon get an official statement from the development company, so keep an eye on HotHardware for updates.

Hi all, have been following this community for some time and hoping to get some thoughts on a couple things regarding FI.
Current situation: 35 years old. Quite risk-averse and very much a saver. Currently working 3 days per week (recent change) , salary $68-70k. Currently salary sacrificing an extra $300 per fortnight to superannuation which I recently reviewed and split 50% indexed High growth, 50% index Balanced. This may be too conservative but at the time it was just good to get off their high fee managed options at something close to 80% balanced. Total super currently approx $140k PPOR paid for.
Budget: I live fairly frugally but comfortably enough. Recently did a budget for the last 12 months and worked out my yearly costs to exist to be around $20k per year with small amounts of frivolous spending and not including major unforeseen expenses such as car breakdowns, major house repairs etc. This came to approx $420 per week with my take home pay being around $920 per week.
Upcoming major costs: New car when current one dies. Travel over the next 5-10 years as haven't done much.
Investments: Approx $205k VDHG $30kish in other shares
Cash approx $290k in HISAs majority getting around 5%.
What I need some thoughts on: I have a hope to continue in my current employment for approximately 5 years then reassess. I am fairly bored and at times dissatisfied with my job.
I think children for me are unlikely so where do I sit in terms of being able to self sustain my lifestyle if I retired at 40 or 45 years old? I have recently been thinking my cash allocation is too high. This is part of why I have started salary sacrificing to super. Small saving on tax and forces me in a way to DCA. My future investments are likely to be index funds as I have not been very good at picking stocks, or more so actually selling them when I have decent profits on the table. The tax inefficiency of managed funds capital gains with VDHG has been kind of frustrating so I am weighing up what to do about it. I don't think selling and moving is going to be worth the savings by the time I get hit with CGT again (I haven't actually worked out how much it would be but overall I am currently down about $6k not including cost base adjustments. Maybe It would be an overall loss?)
I was planning on a 5-10k parcel after the upcoming distribution and have thought about starting to invest in DHHF instead with new parcels AND turning off DRP on my VDHG and instead putting those distributions into DHHF also. Anyone have any thoughts on this? Would it be worth the hassle considering the only issue I have with VDHG is the capital gains bill every year. Being risk- averse I don't have any beef with the 10% bond allocation.
Any thoughts and comments would be appreciated.
Final thought. I am in a fantastic position financially and I would like to point out that despite this I have some rather large holes in other areas of my life. Some if it is just the way things go however some of it has been exacerbated by my goals of FI. I encourage everyone to regularly reflect on their life, wants and needs as a whole as there are times in life when those other holes become harder to fill.

GTA Online is Rockstar's incredibly popular cash cow that has been keeping gamers busy since 2013. Although the game should be relatively mature at this stage in its life, it still has plenty of flaws, such as horrendous loading times. These loading time issues have annoyed countless players, and now one player has tracked down the root issue to improve performance.
GTA V fan T0ST recently picked up GTA Online again to finish some new heists that have come out since he last played, but he was "shocked (/s) to discover that it still loads just as slow as the day it was released 7 years ago." With some grit, determination, and perhaps even some spite, T0ST decided it was "time to get to the bottom of this."
gta online ridiculous load times fixed benchmark
In the process of digging into GTA Online, T0ST had to do due diligence and research to make sure no one else figured out the problem. Once it was established that no one had, he ran some benchmarks on his PC with an aging FX-8350 CPU, NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1070 GPU, 16GB of DDR3, and a "cheap-o" Kingston SSD. Though these parts may be old, they should be plenty to get GTA Online off the ground in decent time, but that is not what happened. According to the data in the blog post, T0ST got into the story mode in approximately one minute and ten seconds, whereas it took nearly six minutes to get into online mode. After some polling, it appears that many other users are having the same issue . What could be happening here?
gta online ridiculous load times fixed taskmanager
Using the task manager, T0ST found that his CPU was being eaten for around four minutes during GTA Online's load process. Perhaps it was just a bottleneck happening on his CPU alone, but that would not make much sense. To track down the issue, T0ST went to dump the running processes' stack, showing where the offending process is happening in RAM. This information, acquired through Luke Stackwalker, gave T0ST a place to look for whatever was causing issues.
gta online ridiculous load times fixed lukestackwalker
After falling down the rabbit hole of trying to track down where the memory pointed, it all started to come together through assembly code reading and obfuscation. Evidently, when loading into GTA Online, a whopping 10MB worth of JSON is being parsed. It seems that it is data for something called "net shop catalog," which is likely just all the things purchasable in GTA Online using in-game currency.
gta online ridiculous load times fixed parseloop
Why this parsing takes so long is due to a function used called sscanf, which, in this instance, can be loosely equated to reading Romeo and Juliet by reading one word, then rereading the play, and then jumping back to the next word in the play. Furthermore, there is another bad programming issue just beside sscanf, which goes through the entire list of JSON entries in an array, one by one, and checks to see if there are duplicates by comparing a unique ID assigned to each item called a hash. Ultimately, it is a lot of extra and unnecessary work that slows down everything.
To solve this issue, T0ST decided to write a .dll (Dynamic Linked Library) and inject it into GTA so that sscanf is effectively streamlined. Also, rather than running duplication checks, they can just be skipped as items inserted into the storage array will always be unique, as was set up during the parsing effort. Once T0ST injected the DLL into GTA with both issues fixed, he saw his load times go from around six minutes down to a solid approximate two minutes.
As T0ST explains, this "won't solve everyone's load times - there might be other bottlenecks on different systems, but it's such a gaping hole that I have no idea how R* has missed it all these years." Ultimately, Rockstar needs to dig into this issue to save all GTA Online players headaches during loading. If you want to see what T0ST did exactly, you can check out his GitHub here and see what is going on. In any case, perhaps we will soon get an official statement from the development company, so keep an eye on HotHardware for updates.

Hi everyone. I’m working on a project where I want to display a QML TreeView and let the user re-organize the node hierarchy. I’ve implemented a custom QAbstractItemModel that wraps the underlying node hierarchy, implemented moveRows and everything is working fine with a QTreeView.
When it comes to QML well, after reparenting a node, I only have a mess displayed, with the invisible root node that sometimes get displayed, lot of assertions triggered and even a crash in the underlying TreeView model wrapper (the one who proxies my model to a table model for the view) which tries to access a QList at index -1.
So anyone got it working? Thanks!
Note: basically, my moveRows implementation calls beginRemoveRows, orphans the node, calls endRemoveRows, calls beginInsertRows, changes the node parent and calls endInsertRows. I’ve also tried with emitting beginMoveRows/endMoveRows with basically the same results.

It was a beautiful day in the fall, and though being in the middle of nowhere in Ohio isn’t exactly my ideal setting for an assignment, it could have been worse. Opening my windows, listening to music, and getting a good whiff of country air is a nice contrast to being cooped up in cities like I’m used to. The sight of brown stalks of corn populating the miles of fields along the road was welcome, as was the cool and clean smell of the air. It’s a good thing these jobs don’t involve much interaction with people. Unfortunately, some level of interaction is inevitable.
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On my way to this one, I got a speeding ticket from a cop at some little local department. Though I was, in fact, speeding, I got the feeling that he also didn’t so much like seeing a fed in his neck of the woods. The local police aren’t a fan of us, so I’ve come to learn. They tend to get suspicious of us, thinking we’re up to some top-secret mission behind their backs. I guess they would be right.
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I kept driving down the gravel road until the navigation let me know my destination was coming up on the right. Turning down the radio as I approached, I glanced toward the empty fields and the woods that met them beyond. I then turned into the long dirt driveway leading to our civilians’ house and garage.
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I rolled up and parked with my trunk facing the porch. Stepping out, I got another whiff of the fresh country air and looked at the area of operations that lay before me. I was surprised at the amount of land and space that I had at my disposal. Space is good for these jobs. Additionally, I was informed that there weren’t any neighbors close enough to worry about. I couldn’t have asked for a better setting.
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After stretching and letting out a light sigh, I decided it was time to get to work. I pulled the keychain out of my pocket and unlocked the front door. It seemed like a nice enough place. It was certainly nothing worth complaining about given the conditions of houses I’ve faced in my previous assignments. I went back outside to my massive, government-issued vehicle and opened the trunk.
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I pulled the first couple of duffel bags worth of equipment out and brought them inside. The kitchen was as good a place as any to set up. After making five or six trips of dragging heavy bags and boxes of my junk into the house, I went back outside to open the garage. Thank God we were able to catch this case early and the civilians were able to make it out in time. It also meant I got room in the garage to park this thing. All that remained in the truck was the large metallic box, but I wasn’t going to need that until later.
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I shut the trunk and pulled my vehicle into the garage, closing it on my way out. I stepped back into the house where I changed from my suit to my gear. Wearing the suit all day annoys me but I suppose the higher-ups want us to look like good, “friendly” feds to the public. The public has no idea the kind of monsters we are.
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I unpacked box after box of equipment and weapons. I loaded up my Glock 17 with its extended 30-round magazine just as I did with my standard .556 rifle. I checked the laser sights on both. All good. Next was my favorite, the.338 with the best scope you could ever ask for. It sure is nice having a virtually infinite budget. Perks of working for the US federal government I suppose. The final firearm I brought was my personal .357 magnum revolver that I kept holstered on my chest. I figure it’s never a bad idea to have one more gun, just in case. Maybe I should have brought more on this one. If things got too close, I always had my hunting knife. I sharpened it that morning before heading out.
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The next few hours consisted of me going out into the woods near the house in various places and setting up dozens of my little cameras equipped with motion sensors. They were there to give me an idea of the location of anything that got brave enough to get close to the fields that surrounded the house, I would be able to know about anything that was coming to me. I didn’t take too much caution in setting them up. Things never get interesting until nightfall.
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I returned to the house where I turned on my laptop and assured that all the cameras were connected and working. I could see every single one of them from there and would know if anything so much as moved. I then got situated on a chair by the kitchen table, where I opened the window and set up my .338 rifle to watch the fields with.
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I suppose it would be worth mentioning why I’m out here, setting up fancy equipment in the woods and loading up an arsenal of guns while I’m alone in a farmhouse that isn’t mine. Let’s back it up.
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March 1st, 2017, 3:33 am, Iowa
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Dispatch gets a call from a local farmer. He claims to be looking at a figure standing still at the edge of a treeline on his property. The description given by the farmer was that of a man of average stature and build, clothed in a loose black or grey shirt and trousers and a large-brimmed hat.
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The farmer tells dispatch that he had awoken abruptly roughly an hour earlier, unspecified as to why. He spotted the figure outside his kitchen window soon after. The figure had been standing near the edge of a row of trees. It was facing the house and hadn’t moved a muscle since the farmer noticed him. The farmer quickly retrieved his rifle and walked out onto his lawn, proceeding to brandish his firearm and tell the trespasser that this property was his and to leave immediately. The farmer, seeing that the man remained unthreatened by his warning and display of a firearm, retreaded back into his home to retrieve his phone and call 9-1-1 as he continued to watch the figure from his porch.
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During this call, the farmer’s voice was noticeably nervous and frightened. The desperate tone and quivering speech continued to worsen as he went on explaining the situation to dispatch. Dispatch instructed the farmer to remain where he stood and not to approach the trespasser. Dispatch reassured the farmer that the police were on their way. A few quiet and uneventful minutes passed. Then, without warning, the farmer let out a horrified scream through the phone. The call was disconnected seconds later.
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The police began their over 40-minute drive to the residence. Halfway to their arrival, multiple new calls were coming to dispatch from the farmer’s neighbors. They reported seeing a large stack of smoke coming from the farmer’s home, and the closest reported seeing the house on fire.
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By the time police arrived, the house had burned to the ground. The fire department arrived shortly after but oddly enough, the fire had completely subsided. What remained was the charred crumbs of what was once a house. The firefighters that arrived on site were bewildered by how quickly the fire must have burned the house. There was no explanation they could fathom.
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The police searched the nearby fields and woods for the farmer and alleged trespasser to no avail, however, their search was quickly called back upon the findings of the firefighters in the house. The man’s charred bones were found beneath the rubble but not as they should have been. It became clear after further investigation that the man’s limbs were ripped from his body before it was incinerated at an impossible speed. 4 .308 bullet casings were found where the porch of the house used to be. The rifle was found just outside of the house, unscathed despite its proximity to such a violent fire. Forensics confirmed that the rifle had fired these casings but the bullets themselves were never found.
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This was the first, but far from the last.
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October 28th, 2017, 11:07 pm, Montana
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Dispatch gets a call from a rancher who spotted a woman in an old-fashioned black and white dress and wearing a linen cap. The rancher claimed the woman was standing amongst his cattle and not moving. The rancher expressed no panic or concern for his safety over the phone, but rather a concern for the woman in the field. The rancher also noted that his cattle kept their distance around the woman.
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An ambulance arrived at 11:29. Paramedics found no trace of the alleged woman. They walked to the entrance of the rancher’s house and discovered his door to be unlocked and open. After calling for the rancher and getting no response, they stepped inside to be greeted by the corpse of the rancher, hanging from a noose in his stairwell. The man had no history of mental illness and none of his relatives or acquaintances had any reason to believe he was suicidal. Additionally, an autopsy report concluded that both arms were broken in multiple places as well as every finger as if they had been crumpled together by a great force. He could not have tied the noose himself.
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November 29th, 2018, 2:06 am, Wisconsin
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Dispatch gets a call from another farmer. He had spotted a woman in an old black and white dress and linen cap. The woman had been standing in the long driveway from the road to his house, lit by the lamp that covered it. She stood motionless in the cold, windy, and heavily snowing weather. The farmer and his wife were later found under a collapsed wall of their crumpled house with stones placed on top. They had been placed in a seemingly orderly fashion until there was enough weight to crush their bones.
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This happens to be the first incident we have on record with photo evidence. A trail cam owned by the farmer and his wife a few acres away from the house caught a picture the night of the incident. It caught a picture of the woman exactly as the farmer had described. Black and white dress, white linen camp. It looked as though she had stepped through time from hundreds of years before and placed like a mannequin in front of the camera.
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May 30th, 2019, Minnesota
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September 3rd, 2019, Nebraska
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January 4th, 2020, South Dakota
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I could go on but the point is that these incidents have been happening more and more frequently and they aren’t stopping. We do know what they are, or at least what they’re supposed to represent to us.
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Every single one of these “people” lived in North America during the witch trials. We don’t believe they were the ones who were executed. We believe they were the ones who made the accusations, the ones who got their neighbors killed, the ones who carried out the executions and now they’re back to kill again.
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Luckily, my department picked up on these patterns early on and designated a team to deal with them. There are a few hundred of us. I am in the dark about what everyone does exactly. I haven’t met many but I do know that some find potential incidents, some investigate, some deal with the cover-up and handling the publicity, and then, of course, there are the ones you send in to eradicate the problem. That’s where I come in.
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I am here to hunt them down, to put them back in their graves so it would seem. Sometimes I get here before they’ve claimed a victim, sometimes after. But their reign of terror comes to an end with me. They’ve never gotten away from me, and I have never failed an assignment. I didn’t plan on this night being any different.
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A beep sounded from my laptop screen as an outline from one of the cameras lit up, indicating that the motion sensor detected movement. It had been quiet since I set it up, there was not even the slightest sign of wildlife. No deer, no squirrels, nothing. I leaned forward and intently examined the camera that had been triggered. There was nothing to see. Another sensor triggered. Again, the camera showed nothing. My eyes darted from camera to camera, looking for motion. Another camera triggered, though all that I caught sight of was a shaking tree branch. There was no wind today. Another. This time I saw it. A dog-looking figure darted across the camera in only a few frames, but I knew it was no dog.
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I turned my attention from the cameras to the field in front of me, where the movement had come from. I got behind my rifle and looked down the scope to the treeline in the distance. My heart began to pound in my chest at an intense tempo.
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I could feel the adrenaline kicking in while I scanned the edge of the field for movement. All that greeted me was the orange glint of the setting sun on the treeline and the tiny shadows of the little stumps of corn stalks in the otherwise empty field. It was silent. Not even a wind accompanied me this evening, though I can’t complain. It’s better for shooting.
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For a few minutes, I continued to run my scope along the treeline, occasionally getting a peek with my own eyes. It was during one of these peeks when I noticed a color out of place, in between a couple of trees on the other side of the field—some sort of black-and-white spec that was there not a second before. I lowered my head down, back behind the scope, and centered it. As I steadied the scope, a man-like figure standing at the edge of the field came into focus.
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It wore black, tattered rags of clothing that hung loosely on its rigid frame. It stood still, stiff as a board. Its eyes were fixed on something ahead of it. It took me a moment to realize it was focused on me. It didn’t move a muscle, not even blinking as it stared.
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I came to my senses and prepared to do my job. I flipped the safety off of my rifle and centered my crosshairs on its chest. I began to breathe deeply, my finger on the trigger, ready to pull but I didn’t take the shot, not yet. I saw it start to move.
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Even with the distance between us, my scope made the picture of this figure clear as day. The movement came from only one part of its body; its mouth. First, its crusty lips detached from one another and the mouth began to open. Steadily, it opened more, and more all the while the rest of its body and head remained fixed. Its jaw sank to what should have been all the more it could, but it didn’t stop. It fell further, dipping down below its chest, its skin like a stretched rubber band waiting to snap, though it didn’t, it kept stretching.
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Still stiff as a board, the man-like thing remained with its eyes locked on me while its mouth sat open, impossibly wide. It stood still with its hanging jaw for a moment, a moment I shouldn’t have given it. Now I knew I had my target. I began to apply pressure to the trigger before I was stopped, shaken by a force.
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A scream, like a choir of souls in despair being dragged off to hell, with the power of a thousand horns sounding the start of a medieval battle rung through the fields. Its volume caused flocks of birds in the nearby trees to fly away in a panic, its bass shuddered through my chest and left me too hypnotized to pull the trigger. I’ll never get used to hearing one of them scream.
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“Here we go”
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I muttered to myself, the only thought I could conjure from my brain at the moment.
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Closing its mouth, it leaped forward and reached for the ground in front of it with its hands fixed like claws. As soon as they met the ground, the feet followed and planted themselves quickly so that it could boost itself forward once again. It had begun its terrible charge. All the while, its face remained fixed on me, rotting teeth exposed and clenched in rage. The speed at which it rushed across the empty field would make a deer running for its life look lazy in comparison, but I was the prey here.
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Though my heart began to race at the sight of this abomination barreling toward me, this anomaly of hatred and hunger bound to flesh, I remained calm. I began to steady my breathing, taking control of each breath, in and out.
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Inhale. Exhale.
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Inhale. Exhale.
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Inhale. Exhale.
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Squeeze.
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The crack of the shot rang out through the dimming sky and the field before me, my response to its enraged scream. I remained fixed on the target, observing the spatter of blood as it shot from its back. It began to scream again, this time rapidly and desperate in tone. I quickly moved the bolt and chambered the next round, accompanied by the soft ring of the brass bouncing on the floorboards under my chair.
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Although I managed to land a clean shot to the chest, it didn’t do much. It kept running, keeping on at its same speed. Though now it changed its direction and was running adjacent to my position in the house. It was trying to flank me. It wanted to find a way around my line of sight. I couldn’t let it.
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Again, I took control of my breathing. Slowly, I drifted my rifle on the bipod until the creature came back into view. Its limbs pounded at the ground with speed and power as it propelled itself across the field. I’ll never get used to seeing one run either.
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Starting behind it, I continued to move the scope, just fast enough to begin gaining on him, just fast enough to let the crosshairs catch up. Inhale. Exhale. The crosshairs slowly began to overtake it. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.
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I chambered the next round quickly. This shot brought him to the ground, but it didn’t keep him there. After a short tumble, it rose and began to run again, this time back towards the woods it came from. Inhale. Exhale. Squeeze.
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The third shot grazed its back. Frustrated, I chambered another round and took aim, but it was far too late. Before I could even begin to line up my fourth shot, it had taken one final leap from the field back into the treeline it came from.
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I let out a sigh and hung my head in disappointment. I knew what I had to do next but I sure as hell didn’t want to. The last flickers of sunlight shone through the open window and lit my .338 rifle as I reloaded the magazine. I sat and stared blankly at the screen in front of me, hoping a camera would pick up some sort of movement that could clue me into wherever it ran off to. Knowing my luck, I shouldn’t have expected it to.
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After coming to terms with reality, I stood up and grabbed my .556, slinging it around my body and letting it hang in front of me. I aimed it down, looking through its sight and testing its laser again before checking the chamber. Good to go. Next, I adjusted the night vision set to my head before picking up my .338 and heading for the door. As I stepped outside, I let out another sigh, this one of stress. Hunting these things at night, on their own turf is never as fun, nor as easy as finishing them quickly from a distance but what choice did I have? I just wanted to get it over with.
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I flipped down my goggles and switched them on, illuminating the dark field in green and white. I began my long walk across. It took me longer than expected. The speed of that monstrosity caused me to underestimate the size of the field. Each step I took was slow and quiet. I didn’t want the crunch of my feet meeting the dirt and remnants of corn stalks to disturb my hearing. If that thing made a noise, I needed to hear it. If only I could have quieted my incessant heavy, nervous breathing too.
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I was not even halfway to the treeline when I reached the first pool of blood, where I had shot it for the second time, and it decided to retreat. Bits of flesh were scattered about the ground, but I didn’t care to stop and look. Instead, I focussed on the blood I could see that led back into the woods.
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Any experienced hunter has had to track a deer or two. It can be very frustrating. The trail isn’t always so clear, and you never know how far it has gotten. In my case, I knew this thing was still alive, and it was angry.
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I continued my walk, splitting my attention between the blood trail on the ground and the treeline in front of me, scanning for movement and listening. If I was lucky enough, it would have gotten bold and tried to take me down in the field. Unfortunately, I’m not so lucky. Silently, I followed the trail until it met the woods. I stopped walking and calmed myself.
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I didn’t want to go past those damn trees, but there was no avoiding it. I had a job to do. I extended the bipod of my .338 and lowered it to the ground before raising the stock of my other rifle to my shoulder. I took a deep breath and resumed my walk, now even slower and more cautious. At least now my heavy breathing would be drowned out by the sound of snapping twigs beneath my feet.
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Immediately upon entering the woods, I spotted the next sight of blood. It came from a tree branch, its leaves covered in the dripping crimson liquid. I walked up to observe, only to notice more blood on the branch above that one. And the next. I noticed the pattern and followed each branch up, one by one, each with its leaves covered in blood. Suddenly a mass moved on top of the tree next to the one I was looking up at.
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I swung my rifle up, pointing above me at the top of the trees. The mass turned and into view came two glowing eyes, like white lights in my night vision. It opened its mouth again to let out another deafening scream but I raised my rifle and took aim. Its scream was cut short by a bang from my barrel and the thud of the rounds meeting flesh. I was only able to squeeze half a dozen rounds off before it leaped away, to the tops of the neighboring trees.
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I kept shooting as it jumped from one tree to another, though within seconds it was out of my line of sight. I charged through the woods after it and watched it leap impossible distances, shaking trees so hard I thought some might snap. All the while I kept trying and failing, to line up a clean shot. The ones I did manage to squeeze off were either misses or ineffective.
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Even at the full-on sprint that I managed to sustain for a good few minutes, I was barely able to keep up. I almost abandoned the chase entirely before I saw an opportunity. There was a clearing ahead. A trail. The distance across was far too wide for it to jump. It took a sharp right once it realized this and began jumping from tree to tree along the trail. I rushed into the opening before kneeling to line up a shot. I followed it with my sights, tracking the timing of each leap, and letting t it land and leap once more before it settled on a new tree. I shot off two more rounds as it braced to leap again.
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They were perfectly placed and its body tumbled in the air and crashed violently to the ground. Having lined up my sight, I squeezed the trigger again to hear the absence of a gunshot, replaced by the click of the firing pin in the empty chamber. I screamed curses at myself as I quickly exchanged magazines. By the time I looked up, the body was already gone.
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I got to my feet and continued down the trail at a jog-like pace with my rifle at the ready. I was beginning to get frustrated more than anything. I’ve put dozens of these things in the ground before, I didn’t understand why was I having such a hard time with this one. As I approached a curve in the trail, I slowed my pace and brought the stock of my rifle back to my shoulder. I approached the curve from the outside of the trail, trying to get a clear view of what was beyond when my head violently snapped to the left.
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My vision went suddenly dark and it took me a few moments to realize that I wasn't dead, nor was I unconscious. Something hit my night vision goggles and knocked them clear off of my head, breaking the mount they sat on. My eyes were only beginning to adapt to the dark when another object came flying towards my head, narrowly missing as it whistled forcefully past my ear. It was a rock, around the size of a football. I couldn’t help but glance behind me in astonishment at the object that had nearly decapitated me before turning my attention back to what threw it.
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Sure enough, there it was. Standing behind the trees at the corner of the path. I let my anger take control and began to fire rapidly at its torso. My disregard for accuracy hardly mattered at this range. Regrettably, it meant I was now closer than I would have liked and it began to charge. I landed shot after shot. Blood spurted from its back and painted the tree branches and leaves that it passed as it barreled toward me.
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Again, my magazine went empty. Instead of bothering to reload a new one, I quickly drew my Glock and continued my rapid fire on the beast. It broke into the clearing and fell to all fours before it leaped forward and ran as it had done in the field. It closed the distance between us in seconds.
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A hand clenched around my throat and I was lifted off of the ground like a feather. It kept running, past the edge of the clearing and carrying me into the woods. I continued to pepper it at point-blank range with my pistol. Between shots, I could hear its hysterical laughter directed at my futile efforts. Its face smiled with a look of sadistic insanity.
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I continued shooting until my magazine went dry and I was stuck with an empty gun. With nothing else I could do, I began to beat its face with the empty pistol. This seemed to piss it off. It violently threw me through the air. I felt my body snap dozens of branches before I met the ground and rolled uncontrollably.
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Recovering quickly, I grasped the rifle still slung around me and replaced the empty magazine with a new one. It was mere feet away from me when I started to fire. I got a few shots off before it grabbed my arm. This time I whipped the barrel of my rifle up, clubbing it hard across the face. It let out a short, irritated scream. I thrust my barrel at the top of its head, knocking it back as it emitted another angry grunt. It reached up with its left arm and tried to grab the barrel before half of its fingers were blown off by my next shot. It recoiled its arm in pain before swinging it back at me.
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Upon contact, my rifle flew out of my hands and the sling came undone from my body as it was thrown far into the woods behind me. I attempted to retreat before he grabbed me with his right hand, and what remained of his left around my neck. Again, I was picked up and it carried me, this time only a short distance to a tree. My back cracked as I was slammed into the bark.
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It looked up at me and smiled again.
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“We killed our sinners, we brought justice to our land. We brought justice for God”
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I ignored its foul speech, lifting an arm and hooking it across the face with a firm punch. It had no effect.
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“You are all sinners, and you will die for your sins as they did”
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Again, I struggled and pummeled its face with everything I could muster but it still did nothing.
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“Now go and burn in the lake of fire”
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It shouted, before laughing with a dozen sadistic voices all coming from its mouth.
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It opened its mouth and its jaw was once again stretched to what should be an impossible level. It lowered me until I was level with it. It moved its open mouth toward my head, shaking with rage. Its teeth now inches from my face. Its breath, foul. With my left arm, I drew my knife, slashing it across the chest before plunging it into its neck. I hooked a punch with my right arm that finally caused it to stumble. It wound up its own punch and let it loose. I narrowly escaped, ducking out of the way before its fist met the tree and went right through, splitting it in half before the wood tumbled to the ground.
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I took this opportunity to draw my .357. He recovered from its punch and faced me, pulling the knife from its neck and letting blood spurt and gush. It stared me down as it slowly approached, ready to deliver its finishing blow.
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Its head was shaking now, harder than ever in anger, its mouth hung open to half its capacity where it showed its rows of rotting human teeth. I raised my revolver and attempted to steady my sights but I was too shaky. I quickly collected myself. Inhale. Exhale. The front sight became level with the rear. Squeeze.
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The recoil caused the gun to rise enough for me to get a look at the damage. I clipped its mouth, in the corner of its jaw. It hung open, with one side detached completely. It wailed in pain as it gargled its blood and crumbled to the ground. I aimed again, cocking the hammer. Squeeze. With the second round, I detached its jaw completely.
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“Let’s see you bite me now, fucker”
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I painfully muttered with anger. It dropped my knife and was now laying flat on its back, breathing heavily. I approached, cocking the revolver again as I did. It reached out with its mangled hand but I kicked it away before placing my barrel to its skull. Squeeze. And then silence.
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After dragging the body back to the field, I spent the next few hours retrieving my lost and damaged equipment, as well as tediously finding every one of my cameras. I then retrieved my vehicle and drove it to the edge of the field. There was just one more thing to do.
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I opened my trunk and pulled out the metallic box. I don’t understand why they make these things so goddamn heavy. I opened it and placed the corpse inside before securing the extremely heavy-duty lock. Next was the hole. It wasn’t easy digging after I had been roughed up and tossed around by an undead religious maniac with superhuman strength, but at least this was the last thing I had to do.
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I finished digging the hole, placed the metal casket inside, and covered it up. From there, I collected my equipment, packed it up, and took off. Supposedly there’s a cleanup crew that comes in after we’re done with these missions and destroys any bizarre evidence.
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I suspect they take the body as well. Where do they take it? What do they do with it? I have no clue but I’ve been strictly reminded to not ask questions on the matter and to just stick to doing my job. Still, I always find myself wondering.
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What I have even more questions about is why these things exist in the first place. What the hell is going on? Why them? Why now? Has this been going on for longer than I know? Am I being lied to? What happens next, in the future, if this keeps going on? It’s only been getting worse. They’ve only been popping up more and more frequently. When does it end? Does it end?
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I have more questions than I do answers but what I can tell you is that this problem isn’t going away anytime soon. It’s only going to get worse. There are only going to be more of them, not less. The death toll will only continue to rise. People are going to find out sooner or later. It might as well be now. Maybe we will stop them. Maybe this will all come to an end one day, or maybe we are the ones who are all going to meet our end. Either way, I’ll be there to see it.

Welcome new readers. Please start with chapter one https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/11ai7iv/last_of_the_defenders_ch_01/
Previously https://www.reddit.com/HFY/comments/11xv7ss/last_of_the_defenders_ch_28/
Allah settled into a corner of the room, resting against a wall at a crouch. Li pulled out a sheet of shiny black cloth from her pocket, flapping it to unfurl the short, shawl length thing. She set it on the desk and the cloth lit up--a duplicate of the interface she had used in Star dancer’s CNC--to form a keyboard. The human danced her fingers over the glowing surface, lists and glyphs changing, growing, being replaced by new symbols.
Several times the lights flickered ominously. Once they went out completely for a span of seven times seven times three and six heartbeats, the room suffused by the glow of the sticks, the monitor and Li’s keyboard cloth.
Allah lowered her head in thought. Why would the other defenders abandon them? Abandon Li? She had said, before, that “the tempo of the war had changed” when the bullies attacked…dirt? The bullies seemed to attack anything. What was so special about this particular dirt?
It had to have been important. Irreplaceable even. Allah suspected the war must not be going as well as Li’s performance last night had appeared.
She wanted to ask but more importantly she did not want to interrupt. Li remained focused on the screen and her keyboard until Allah had lost all track of time. It was only after the human stood, stretched and yawned that Li took notice of the U’knock.
“What’re you doing?” she asked.
“Waiting,” Allah said simply. And what else could she do? She had barely managed to make broth, and that with help. Allah had considered returning to the mess hall to clean the dishes and dispose of the trash left from their meal but…she did not trust the hole in the wall to provide enough water to clean them, nor did she know where to find a well, wash rags, or the refuse heap. Was the outpost like Star dancer? She did not remember seeing a bucket in the walls to whoosh away such work.
“That won’t do,” Li chastised, turning to stride out the door. The lights flickered again and Li returned to the desk, grabbing her glowing stick.
“Demeter?” Li called as Allah rose from her crouch and picked up her own stick to follow, “Do you have any V-REHs in storage?”
“T-t-t-t-t-this facility hhhhhhhhas a fully stoc-c-c-cked classroom,” the machine replied. Whatever Li had been focused on, heeling Demeter speak was not an apparent priority.
“Show me,” Li ordered.
"P-p-please follow the indicated-d-d-d-d-d-” Demeter hiccuped, clicked and was silent. A blue light flickered on and off on the floor. Li followed.
They reached the great hall again, and Allah was almost surprised to hear the sound of robots still busy tearing apart other machines. More, in place of the planters there now sat the squat carts from the holoimage at the quorum. Tanks, Li had called them. They were bare, skeletal husks now, but the treads and wheels were in place. Three humanoid robots were pushing a large many tubed box into the machine's center.
“How many of these will we need to make?” Allah asked as she passed another husk of metal.
“We’ll keep producing until the siege ends,” Li answered, “but I’d like to have at least one thousand per continent. And at least a hundred mass drivers for orbital bombardment deterrence.”
“Those are the larger ones,” Allah guessed, “the wide ones that will crush Umati’clam’s buildings?
Li nodded. “The same,” she pointed up. In the dim scattered light Allah could see the open center of the spire was no longer so open. Highlighted by the glow of sparks were the skeletons of metal birds. She could not be certain but these forms looked larger than the arrows that had assaulted the bully vessel. “But those bad boys,” Li continued, “will be able to take the fight to em.
“Nachtkrapp class assault fighters,” Li explained. The flickering blue light led them out of the garage and down another door filled corridor. “With quad mounted rail guns and hardpoints that can load up to four Hawking/Golubev B-903 ship killer missiles.
“Buster missiles,” Allah said uncertainly. Li nodded. “These birds--these Nachtkrapps--are much larger than the arrows from before. Why did Demeter not use such weapons last night?”
Li stopped in the dark hallway, turning to reappraise her friend. “You catch on quick,” the human complimented Allah. She turned, resuming their journey. “Two reasons. First, Nachtkrapp designs are only about thirty years old so Demeter didn’t know how to make them before we uploaded thermopylae. They’re not bleeding edge tech but they’re proven and tough. The assault drones you saw last night are in-atmosphere interceptors. Not much bigger than busters themselves.”
“You said there were two reasons,” Allah pressed as she was led into another room filled with tables. These were much smaller than the mess hall benches, a single chair and monitor for each. They were arranged in a circle around the room, facing inward. Li strode to a closet in the corner.
“Gravity weapons have a…life cycle. They need to either be used within a couple years or recycled. Buster missiles are expensive to maintain. So there was no foreseeable reason for Demeter to waste resources on making and maintaining a fleet of drones that could carry them.”
“Until now,” Allah concluded. “But I still do not understand. Why did the bullies come here? We have nothing of value to offer.”
Li stopped digging through the closet, returning to the ring of tables. She set three helmets on one of the tiny tables, then glanced around the room. She walked to another closet, retrieving a pitcher and a plate. Allah watched as Li set the plate in the center of the room, took the pitcher to a waist high box and pressed a button. Water spouted from the top of the box and Li used it to fill the pitcher.
She returned to the center of the room, tapping a button on the edge of the plate with her foot. Allah could feel the air begin to hum.
“Here,” Li handed the pitcher of water next to Allah. “Pour this over the Vibro plate. Don’t worry; it won’t spill as long as the plate is on."
Allah did as instructed, and the water began to shimmer. It hovered three paw’s spans above the surface of the strange plate. Allah bent, sniffing at the floating pool.
“Now,” while Allah had been pouring the water, Li had made a tiny toy out of paper. It was pointed like her ship, but not. It looked like some strange raft, “place this under the water with the flat side pointed up.”
As Allah moved her paw under the water, she felt a force shaking her. She drew her paw away.
“It won’t hurt you,” Li promised. "We used to do this in primary school. It’s a science experiment. For children.”
Cautiously, Allah crouched and slid her paw under the floating water.
“Make sure the boat touches the water before you take your hand away.”
Allah did so and the boat floated upside down on the water.
"This is using vibrational force to counteract gravity. It is not true anti-gravity but it lets you see what I’m trying to describe next."
“It floats upside down though,” Allah pointed to the toy boat as it bobbed on the underside of the pool, upside down. “It defies the gravity."
“Not entirely,” Li answered, “this is more a case of bending the rules."
“What,” Allah asked, “is gravity?”
“It's a fundamental force of physics,” Li explained, holding up a hand at Allah’s question. “We’ll get to physics another time. Every object, including you and me, has gravity. It allows objects to pull one another closer together. It’s what holds you to the ground and,” she dug into a pocket, pulling a round coin shaped object free. She dropped the coin onto the ground, “what causes objects to fall to the ground when released."
“It is not magic then,” Allah gestured to the boat.
“Depending on your level of technological achievement,” Li shrugged, “that's debatable. The point is that normal gravity pulls objects together. The larger the object, the greater that pull. Generally speaking, I’m not getting into mass today.
“But,” she continued, “let us suppose you had a way to harness gravity, “ she bent and manipulated a dial on the plate. “If you could force the gravity of a giant object into a single point,” the pool of water began to shift and change, the upside down boat rocking violently in the sudden storm. Slowly, as Li pressed other buttons and turned dials, the tone of the plate changed, and the pool of water with it. It began to swirl, becoming a tiny typhoon. “Something that is creating a strong gravity well--like this planet--you could “dip” from that well using a special bucket,” the boat was now spinning rapidly faster up the inside of the typhoon, “and take some of that gravity to use for your own means.
“This is how we first learned to control gravity,” Li finished as the boat flew up from the top of the typhoon. “Large objects create it, and we exploit it. It's how we created the slingshot drive. We could use gravity because its pull is infinite, and reaches beyond all the known universe.
“But if it reaches so far,” Allah asked, “why do not all objects pull themselves together?”
“They may,” Li answered, “eventually,” she waved a hand in defeat. “The tech heads would be able to explain this much better than I can. But,” she handed Allah the paper boat, “the important thing is to understand that gravity pulls everything together by its nature, and the closer you are to a large object, the more powerful its effect becomes.
“Now,” she set the pitcher under the typhoon and tapped another button with her foot. The water--most of it--sloshed inside. “This is where things get a little weird. When we first created sling drives we used gravitational pull and massive amounts of power to pull us to neighboring stars, and from there to other stars, and others. But as my species learned more about gravity, we realized we could…” She trailed off. “I am not a gravity mechanic, and we start getting into infinite universe theory, supersymmetry, string theory and you’re barely ready for quantum mechanics,” the human shrugged, “but it was explained to me when I was…younger that it is like reversing the polarity of a magnet. To create an anti-gravitational well inside of an existing gravity well.”
“What is a magnet?” Allah asked.
“Another force of attraction, like gravity, only stronger than gravity, but with much shorter range. But magnets can both pull and repel. So can gravity…Once you learn how.
“And that is part of why the,” Li grinned again. Allah was getting used to the expression, “Bullies attacked here. Your planet has an easily exploitable gravity well and all the resources they could ever want. Well, most. And the swarmers are what my people call a ‘competitive species’. They don’t seek cooperation and destroy any sapient species they find to avoid the chance of competition later.
“That's the main reason why they attacked your planet. Its what’s called the Smorgasbord Doctrine. Once a species learns to control gravity, it becomes more energy and time efficient to use that control to harvest larger astral bodies than to chase down multiple smaller ones. They could have parked over or in one of your gas giants like Star dancer is now and gotten most of the same minerals, water and materials but…there is a third reason. They came here for something ‘special’.”
“What?” Allah asked. What could her planet still have to offer that the bullies could possibly prize?
Li looked at Allah appraisingly, “Complex proteins and carbohydrates remain energy intensive to synthesize or store for long periods of time.”
Allah’s face remained blank as the tiny star behind her ear translated the strange words into U’knock. “Meat and plant matter,” it said.
Li put it more plainly still.
“They came here to harvest you…”

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Synopsis:
Juliette Contzen is a lazy, good-for-nothing princess. Overshadowed by her siblings, she's left with little to do but nap, read … and occasionally cut the falling raindrops with her sword. Spotted one day by an astonished adventurer, he insists on grading Juliette's swordsmanship, then promptly has a mental breakdown at the result.
Soon after, Juliette is given the news that her kingdom is on the brink of bankruptcy. At threat of being married off, the lazy princess vows to do whatever it takes to maintain her current lifestyle, and taking matters into her own hands, escapes in the middle of the night in order to restore her kingdom's finances.
Tags: Comedy, Adventure, Action, Fantasy, Copious Ohohohohos.
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Chapter 3: Kingdom In Debt
There were more empty chairs than usual today.
Dinner was becoming a rather solitary affair, wasn't it? In my memories, I could hear the grandstanding and the laughter as my brothers and sisters fought, argued, laughed, and did something that was a mixture of all three.
That was many years ago now.
A tragic thought, considering I surely wasn't old enough to be able to look back on times gone by. Yet time ran swiftly for royalty. Especially at dinner.
I placed my napkin down on my plate, satisfied at a meal shorn of any wonky carrots, if not the crumbliness of the sweet potatoes.
The plates belonging to my mother and father were long cleared. Clarise was dining alone in the observatory, dabbling as she did in her trinkets and toys. The rest were working. Dinner, still. But working dinners nonetheless.
My eldest siblings were enamoured with politics, and were thus exempt from our mother and father's fussing. Even without being given the choice, they would dine with the daughters and sons of the Ducal Houses.
Already, there were rumours of factions as influence ebbed and flowed between them.
I didn't believe any of it, of course. In other nations, other kingdoms, perhaps. But not this one. House Contzen did not do in-fighting. Except when Roland let out the most abominable of smells while sharing a carriage with Tristan. Then there was blood. Usually when Mother put a stop to it.
Otherwise, we were well behaved … if not exactly normal.
Yes, even for someone as far removed from normality as I, even I could recognise that what I was seeing in front of me was not normal. And I was not referring to the untouched confit de canard braised with hot oranges. No, that was just eccentric. And disgusting. Please don't ever make it again.
No, what I knew was not normal … was the 14 layer cake that was threatening to either touch the ceiling or collapse the table beneath its weight.
“Did you enjoy today's gratin dauphinois de patates douces, dear?” asked Mother, beaming with excitement as she lowered her teacup. She'd finished drinking it over ten minutes ago. “The spring harvest is truly bearing fruit this year. Everything was delectable.”
Next to her, Father gave a chuckle as he toyed with an orange from the fruit basket. I wondered if that's why they all tasted somewhat shrivelled up.
“The stewards say that this year's yields will be our finest yet,” he said. “The markets will be teeming with people from all across the continent for our seasonal wares.”
I cocked my head and gave a puzzled smile. Wasn't that what the stewards said last year? And the year before last?
If so, it'd mean that quantity was truly no replacement for quality. What good was more food if I could only stomach less of it? The bourguignon d'agneau was overdone, the gougeres were dry and the oeufs en meurette were the consistency of tepid pond water. How could I live in these conditions?
Why, if I didn't know better, I'd almost say that the food tasted ... old. It's a wonder I was still alive!
“That brings joy to my heart,” I replied, pushing my semi-emptied plate away. A maid immediately scooped it up and retreated to the kitchens. “Our beautiful kingdom can only be made richer still by the presence of so many curious visitors experiencing the fruits of our labours.”
“Well spoken, my dear. Wealth begets wealth. Ours is a prosperous land. And it is only both wise and fair that it's enjoyed by people from across every realm.”
My father smiled with unabashed enthusiasm. I couldn't help but smile in return. Even though I knew that we were simply avoiding the main subject here.
The extremely gaudy 14 layer cake smothered in cream and strawberries.
“Mother, Father.” I let out a small cough. “The cake. I can't help but notice that the maids began assembling it during dinner.”
“Oh, goodness, did you notice?” said Mother, looking sheepish. “I hope it didn't ruin the surprise. I actually hoped that the construction process would have been rather more discreet.”
“No, Mother, they were very discreet. Why, when the topmost layer began toppling over, I barely noticed as three of the maids locked arms to prevent a collapse, while another utilised a halberd from the wall to lodge it back into position.”
My mother let out a sigh of relief.
“Good, good. Then I suppose it hasn't all been to waste.”
“That would depend. The question needs to be asked. Why, Mother and Father, do we have such an extravagant cake prepared?”
“For you, of course!”
Both Mother and Father smiled at me. I smiled back, as all my tutelage taught me. I was quite proud of this. Because inside, I wasn't smiling. Oh no. Not at all. I was peering down a chasm as wide as the ground once this table inevitably collapsed under the weight of this cake.
Because as certain as the fact that all the maids had conspicuously retreated from the hall, a cake on a day where no cake should be served was the guillotine for my good, if slightly strange day.
“I see.” I swallowed. Hard. “Thank you. It looks wonderful.”
“You're very welcome, dear. The strawberries are your favourite variety. And the cream was only whipped minutes before the cake was assembled.”
“Yes, the gleam is very enticing. However, I must apologise. The occasion has completely evaded me. If I may be so bold as to ask, why are you gifting me with such a luxurious cake, topped with my favourite strawberries and freshly whipped cream?”
My mother elbowed my father, who elbowed my mother, who kneed my father, who shouldered my mother, who headbutted my father.
“My dear,” said Father, his eyes spinning slightly. “Do you remember Duke Hallingsey?”
“I do. He visited two years ago. His beard left a strange trail on the floor as he walked. I could not tell whether it was hair or something living inside it.”
“That's the fellow! And what do you think about his son?”
“I'm afraid I didn't meet him. He was, if I recall, too busy introducing himself to the statues in the gardens. Should I ask them if he was charming?”
My father's smile quivered momentarily. I couldn't tell if he was struggling to maintain his forced expression, or if I'd simply said something to actually amuse him.
“Darling,” said Mother. “Duke Hallingsey's son is a worthy match for you. Although it's true that in the past he was known for his eccentricities, he has been tempered into a fine young man. Just as you are a fine young lady. All we're asking for is a meeting.”
“A meeting.”
“Yes.”
“Just a meeting?”
“Just a meeting. And also marriage plans.”
“I see. Thank you, Mother and Father. It's as you say, the son of Duke Hallingsey is a fine match. I will, of course, consider this meeting in due course. Once I've made my decision, I'll inform you immediately.”
I nodded, smiled, and rose from my—
Rose from my—
Rose from—
I looked down.
Hmm. Interesting. I wasn't rising from my seat.
Despite my legs clearly working to eject me from this chair, the fact remained that I was firmly stuck to it. Only the chair itself moved, its heavy wooden frame budging by approximately half an inch as I forced my muscles to push against what felt like a wall.
I smiled at my parents.
“Why am I stuck to this chair?”
Mother leaned forwards and cut a small slice of cake. She placed it over a plate, considered me, then began nibbling on the end instead.
A wise choice. Offering me the cake would have been offering me a weapon.
“A troll caravan visited the villa earlier. They touted us a new invention created by the greatest minds of the Mage's Guild. The traders called it … what was it, darling?”
“Super glue.”
“Yes, that's it. Super glue. Its efficacy is stunning, wouldn't you say? It creates an unbreakable bond between almost any material. Why, we even managed to fix the crookedness of your grandfather's portrait. It no longer tilts on its own.”
Crank. Crank. Crank.
I scraped the chair across the marble floor as I forced it to move one chair leg at a time.
“Yes, highly impressive,” I replied. “Almost as much as your attempts to marry me off.”
“Really, dear!” said Mother. “There could be worse matches. If Duke Hallingsey's son isn't quite your cup of tea, then there's also—”
“Neither Clarise nor Florella are married. And Roland and Tristan's engagements are indefinitely postponed.”
“Your brothers and sisters are working hard to secure the future prospects of this kingdom in their own ways, dear. It's not necessary for them to remove themselves from a table they may still use for their advantage.”
“I can do that when I'm older. The same as them. Why is this being discussed now? What is this about? This is quite clearly out of the blue. Your last attempts to marry me off at least came with a hint of subtlety.”
“Oh? You actually knew?” Mother's eyes lit up with triumph as she turned to Father. “You see? I told you she wasn't tone deaf to social nuance. She was just being difficult.”
“I'm not tone deaf and I'm not difficult,” I said, continuing to noisily slide my chair towards the nearest door. “Now, why are we, and I mean the both of you, suddenly seeking a marriage arrangement for me?”
My mother looked at my father. This was all the bad news she was willing to give.
“We're bankrupt,” he cheerfully said, before accepting a piece of the cake being offered by my mother. “Gosh, we overpaid for these strawberries, didn't we?”
“Dry as a wicker basket. I told you so, darling.”
“I apologise. Next time, do ignore me if I try to go with my gut instincts. You need to be more incessant.”
“I try. But you've failed so much with your gut instincts that you're always convinced the next will be correct.”
“Well, a streak has to break at some point, doesn't it?”
“Mother! Father!”
I slammed my palms down on my thighs. I could hear the glue setting even further. My regret was deep.
“How are we bankrupt?! Do you mean to say that we're … that we're … poor?!”
Father nodded as he slid a crystal glass of amber wine towards himself.
I almost fainted on the spot. Although I wasn't sure how much of it was due to physical exertion. Chairs were remarkably heavy.
“The truth is that the previous years have been rather difficult for the kingdom, dear. The promised crop yields never materialised. Ships have ceased to trade at our ports owing to the pirates in our straits. Rival criminal syndicates plague the capital and monsters stalk the open roads, all the while our soldiers must stand vigilant against the continued skirmishes on our eastern border. Our forests are beset with unfathomable snow and a hole into the abyss has been discovered in our mines. Oh, and Duke Valence is in open revolt. Really, it's been one thing after another. We've done what we can do stifle the effects. But there is only so much we can do. Our vaults are now empty. Would you like a slice of cake?”
I stopped skidding forwards, then slowly, twisted my chair around.
This … This sounded awful?!
“Why didn't I hear about this before?!”
My father smiled kindly at me.
“There was no need to tell you, dear. And in truth, we may well have not needed to. Your brothers and sisters are securing alliances, loans and deals as we speak. There are promising winds, if nothing more. If all goes well, then perhaps this marriage proposition is not needed, after all.”
My arms fell to the chair's sides.
My brothers and sisters. So they knew. But of course they did. They were the shining stars of the kingdom. And what was I, but a princess in her tower?
I thought back to the days of sloth I enjoyed. To the scandals and the villainy I read about in my books. To the countless hours I'd spent tending to the apple trees, napping in the grass and shooing away any force of nature that dared disturb me. I … well, I did not regret a single moment of any of that.
But I did feel terrible. I wasn't a help. I was a burden.
This … This cannot be allowed to continue!
I am Juliette Contzen … and I refuse to be poor! I had ... I had living standards to maintain!
“I understand, Mother, Father. Please rest assured that I'll devote all thought towards restoring our family's … no, our kingdom's finances. As your daughter ... and as the 3rd princess to the throne, I solemnly promise that I will not permit our noble country to fall into the throes of destituteness.”
The expressions on my parents' faces were brighter than even my sword, which had lit up the orchard as though I were wielding a star.
In that moment, I knew what I had to do.
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The difference between transparent LED electronic screen and conventional screen
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In recent years, with the sustainable development of the market economy, urban high -rise buildings have been standing, and transparent LED electronic screens are widely used in the landscape painting and beautification of architectural art in urban glass curtain walls. If the customer is unfamiliar with the term of the transparent LED display, how is the transparent LED electronic screen different from the SMD ordinary screen?

1. Quality permeability and beautiful display of indoor lighting, beautiful display

As we all know, the SMD conventional display is not transparent, affecting architectural lighting. The LED transparent screen uses positive light or side emitting display technology. It can hardly see the efficiency of work through the naked eye, significantly improved transparency, and support machine stickers.

1. Lightweight design, saving steel structure costs

The SMD ordinary display is 42 kg per square meter, and the screen size is too large, which is a big challenge to the steel structure and original building structure of the screen main body. The transparent LED electronic screen can be installed vertically without glass. When it is installed behind the glass curtain wall, the weight of 16K G/is very light. It can be directly attached to the steel structure with a low load of the steel structure.

1. Strip light rod structure, which can be specially designed

The regular display of SMD can be limited by the rectangular structure. The aliens of the connector have some defects and have joint joints. The Jinhe LED transparent screen can provide perfect contour matching and natural curved transition. The main body of the product screen can support a variety of alien people such as cylindrical, round tables, triangles, and arcs.

1. Outdoor screen application, indoor installation, outdoor watch

The SMD ordinary display is installed indoors, which can cover the sun and vision. The transparent LED electronic screen provides very stable product performance, and there will be no external screen applications, indoor installation, outdoor viewing, waterproof and ultraviolet prevention.

1. Glass curtain wall, hidden installation, does not affect the shape of the floor

The SMD ordinary screen requires a large -scale steel frame structure during construction, which takes a long time and has a certain impact on the appearance and aesthetics of the building. The LED transparent screen is slightly configured during installation, which can easily connect to the wall and improve the overall appearance without damaging the wall.

1. Easy maintenance, heat insertion support, light pole maintenance

SMD general screen entity problems are mostly subsequent maintenance, or remove and repair the entire module or block. The transparent LED electronic screen only needs to replace one light bar, which is simple, fast, and reduce maintenance costs.

A breeze picked up from the west, pushing one side of my over-shirt against me while blowing the other side away. The air was cool and felt good passing through my hair. As I walked the narrow cobbled streets the breeze would change. It was strong in the open plaza where I began. It made the orange umbrellas of the cafe ripple like a row of small waves on a windy lake. It blew more concentrated down side streets and would die entirely in the confines of the more dense sections of the city. Were Ronda not such a beautiful city with such a rich history I would say it would be the perfect location for a multitude of wind turbines. Ancient Spanish streets are notoriously devoid of wind turbines in most cases, however. I was walking at a comfortable pace, hands in my pockets, trying not feel like a tourist. Not looking like a tourist is easy. Not feeling like one though is an exercise in meditation. To take in a new surrounding as if it was familiar, not in an effort to blend in, but rather, in an effort to appreciate a city as a local does. To take note of laundry drying on a line and to speculate as to the occasion for the sundress, flowing from the line in the wind like a flag for the new come Spanish spring season. To Smile to a man and his wife at a table outside their apartment door and to ask them, in Spanish, if the fruit at the stand I can see up ahead is any good today, because it was not last week. The man smiles and holds his hand up, flat with the palm down, and moves it up and down on one side then the other like a seesaw. Indicating it is not so good. I don’t know how the fruit was last week as I’ve only gotten in yesterday evening. The exchange though is natural and reminiscent of one a local would encounter. Putting the excitement of a new surrounding out of mind and replacing it with comparison is key. Places, like people, have archetypes. A walled Spanish city will have cobbled streets, stucco walls, and soft arches. What is different between them is the people who inhabit them. To get to the heart of who these people are you must immerse yourself in their world, as they see it. You can live your life through a dozen eyes in a new place, if you know how, and are willing to open your mind to new perspectives.

My ex (30m) and I (27f) broke up about 5 years ago, he broke up with me (the best thing he could've done for me)
he was very abusive, always made me feel insecure, belittled me, gaslight me.... When he was upset he'd put his phone on airplane mode and just disappear without saying anything and then returned as of nothing was wrong.
He would accuse me of sleeping with too many men before him even though he had the same "body count", he said it was different because he was in love with each woman he fucked (which was a lie of course)
I saw him breaking things when he got mad, he'd also kick my belongings and try to kick me out, etc etc
It took me 2.5 years before I got into a new relationship because I was so traumatized, as for him, he got a new gf 2 weeks after we broke up. (Now he has a new gf, again lol)
We were both invited to a mutual friends wedding, the couple are friends with both him and his gf and my bf and I.
The wedding was yesterday*
I knew he was going to be there and prepared myself mentally ahead of time, when my bf and I got there I asked him to stay close since my ex presence triggers me and of course he stayed by my side.
Then in the corner of my eye I saw my ex and his gf walking up to our table and the whole time I looked away, avoiding any eye contact. My ex said hello to people in our table (who are also mutual friends) including my bf because they knew each other before we started dating, I had no issue with that and I wouldn't "forbid" my bf to be polite to my ex.
Then he got to me. I honestly didn't think he'd come up to me because he definitely knows how I feel about him.
He said:"Can I say hello?" And I responded with "No", he was being persistent and I kept saying no until he left. I didn't make eye contact even once.
Honestly I figured he'd "read the room" and see how extremely uncomfortable I was. I had zero intention to confront him and just wanted to have a good times with my friends.
After that he went to the patio and I didn't see much of him or his gf, which honestly made me relieved.
Even when there was dancing I saw they stayed outside the whole time.
I didn't care and had a lot fun with my bf, friends and our friends who got married.
Today my bf talked to one of our friends and apparently my ex told him that "He couldn't hang out with his friends because of me" and that he was on the verge of tears.
I was angry to hear that he blamed me but it just fits his POS narcissistic personality.
I never asked any of our friends not to talk to him, I never told him to even stay away from me, all I did was refuse to say hello.
So even though I was so scared to see him eventually he was the one who "got his evening ruined"
I only feel bad for his gf who put up with his shit instead of enjoying her friend's wedding.

3.1.2020
SUNDAY MARCH 1ST, 2020
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SESSION NUMBER:
SCENE #12: THE ZERO SUM GAME

SCENE #12:. YOU DOWNLOAD [FREEWALLET.ORG](https://FREEWALLET.ORG) APP. OPEN AN ACCOUNT WITH YOUR FACEBOOK. YOUR GOOGLE PLUS. YOUR PHONE NUMBER. DOWNLOAD DOGEWALLET APP. FOUR CRYPTO WALLETS. RIGHT THERE. COINBASE. THE FIRST CRYPTO WALLET. THE OFFICIAL BITCOIN WALLET. DOWNLOAD E-TRADE APP. SIGN UP FOR E-TRADE. GLOBAL ACCOUNT. TWICE. INDIVIDUAL ACCOUNT. THREE TIMES. JOINT ACCOUNT. IF MARRIED. OR NOT. ROBINHOOD ACCOUNT. STASH ACCOUNT. INTERACTIVE BROKERS. FXCHOICE. TRADERSWAY. THIS IS THE SET UP YOU NEED. TO TRADE CURRENCY. WHILE BUILDING THE EQUITY. IN EVERY AVAILABLE EQUITY. YOU'RE TRADING FIAT CURRENCY. BUILDING THE EQUITY IN DIGITAL CURRENCY. CRYPTO. THE CRYPTO RISES. SIGN UP FOR NEXO WALLET. TRANSFER TRADING PROFIT. BUILT IN CRYPTO. TO CRYPTO WALLETS. INCLUDING NEXO. ESPECIALLY NEXO. NEXO WALLET. THE FIRST OFFER FOR THE CRYPTO LOAN. THE FIRST DIGITAL ASSET USED AS LOAN COLLATERAL. HOWEVER MUCH THE DIGITAL ASSET. IS WORTH. THE AMOUNT IN LOANS YOU CAN GET. MEANING NOW. A NEW FORM OF CREDIT. THE FUTURE OF THE CREDIT LINE. THE FUTURE OF CREDIT LINES. THE FUTURE OF THE CREDIT CARD. THE FUTURE OF CREDIT. NOW. THE MILLION DOLLAR LOAN. IS POSSIBLE. THE MILLION DOLLAR LOAN. IS SUPER POSSIBLE. THE MILLION DOLLAR LOAN. IS DUPER POSSIBLE. SUPER DUPER POSSIBLE. YOU DEPOSIT CRYPTO INTO THE NEXO WALLET. WAIT FOR THE RIPE SEASON. TAKE OUT A LOAN. YOU MUST FLIP THE LOAN. YOU MUST DOUBLE THE LOAN. AS FAST AS POSSIBLE. AS SAFELY AS POSSIBLE. SO IF YOU EARNING POWER IS A MILLION DOLLARS. LOAN A MILLION FROM YOUR CRYPTO STASH. WITH ALL OF THIS DONE. NOW YOU HAVE YOUR CRYPTO HOLDINGS. BEING BUILT. FROM FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING PROFITS. IN CRYPTO. THE PROFIT IS BUILT IN CRYPTO. IN CERTAIN TRADING ACCOUNTS. TWO XRP ACCOUNTS. ON FXCHOICE. TWO USD TRADING ACCOUNTS. TWO EUR TRADING ACCOUNTS. TWO GBP TRADING ACCOUNTS. TWO BTC TRADING ACCOUNTS. TWO ETHEREUM TRADING ACCOUNTS. THE ONLY ACCOUNTS YOU WITHDRAW FROM. FOR CONSUMING THE MONEY ON BILLS. LIVING EXPENSES. BUSINESS EXPENSES. COMES FROM THE USD TRADING ACCOUNTS. LEAVE THE EUR AND GBP TRADING ACCOUNTS. AS A BANK FOR SAVING. IN FOREIGN FUNDS. A FOREIGN SAVINGS FUND. AT THAT NATIONAL INTEREST RATE. SAY YOU BUILD THE EUR AND GBP TRADING ACCOUNT. TO ONE MILLION EUROS AND ONE MILLION POUNDS. YOU STASH THEM IN A FXCHOICE WALLET. NOW YOU HAVE TWO MILLION IN EUROPEAN CURRENCY. AS YOUR EMERGENCY BACKUP. MAKING YOU A MULTI MILLIONAIRE. NO MATTER WHAT. UNTIL YOU SPEND. NOW YOU GET A USD WALLET. GET THE BTC WALLET. THE ETH WALLET. THE XRP WALLET. SO NOW. YOU HAVE MULTIPLE TRADING ACCOUNTS. IN MULTIPLE EQUITIES. IN ALL AVAILABLE EQUITIES. AND THE RESPECTIVE WALLETS. FOR HOLDING THE SAVINGS. AND TAXES. YOU BUILD PROFIT IN ONE ACCOUNT. TRANSFER $10 ANOTHER ACCOUNT IN THAT EQUITY. YOU WILL NEED $30 IN ONE EQUITY. TO CONVERT IT TO ANOTHER EQUITY. $30 IS BTC ACCOUNT TO CONVERT TO AN XRP OR USD ACCOUNT. I HAVE TO DO THIS NEXT. WHEN IT IS TIME TO SWITCH. I HAVE TO CLOSE TRADES ON ONE OR TWO. NOT RE ENGAGING IN NEW TRADES ON TWO ACCOUNTS. SO I CAN TRANSFER PROFITS TO ANOTHER TRADING ACCOUNT. TO INCREASE PROFITS AND ACCOUNT AMOUNTS. NOW. THE E-TRADE AND ROBINHOOD ACCOUNTS. FOR THE USD WALLETS. THE USD EQUITY TRADING PROFITS. SPENT ON STOCKS. CONSUMING SHARES. HOLDING SHARES. BUYING THE STOCKS. TECHNOLOGY STOCKS. EMERGING TECHNOLOGY STOCKS. EMERGING MARKETS. NANO TECHNOLOGY. BIOMETRICS. CYBER SECURITY. CYBER NETICS. CRYPTO CURRENCY. ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. ROBOTICS. PSYCHO TECHNOLOGY. BIONICS. MYO ELECTRIC PROSTHETICS. COGNITIVE SCIENCE. BIO SCIENCE. BIO TECH. NEURO SCIENCE. ENTERPRISING SOFTWARE. FULLY IMMERSIVE VIRTUAL REALITY. E-COMMERCE. M-COMMERCE. VIRTUAL REALITY. SMART DIAPER. SMART TECHNOLOGY. FIVE G. FIVE G PHONES. AUTONOMOUS CAR TECH. THIS IS HOW YOU COMBINE. THE TRADING FOREIGN CURRENCY. WITH CRYPTO CURRENCY HOLDING. STOCK HOLDING. STASHING THE PROFITS. MADE APPLYING THE OSCILLATION STRATEGY. THE OSCILLATOR. OSCILLATING. CATCHING EVERY OSCILLATION. 500 POINTS IN BETWEEN. 500 POINTS PER TRADE. 500 POINTS PER HALF SWING. BACK AND FORTH. 50% RETURNS. 100% RETURNS. EVERY DAY. EVERY OTHER DAY. EVERY TWO DAYS. EVERY WEEK. EVERY MONTH. EVERYTIME YOU DOUBLE. IF YOU DOUBLE DOWN. PUTTING YOUR DOUBLE BACK DOWN. NOW YOU'RE DOUBLING. YOUR DOUBLES. YOU ARE DOUBLING DOUBLES. AT THIS POINT. IN CONJUNCTION WITH. PAYING ALL OF YOUR BILLS. IN ADVANCE. INVESTING THE MAJORITY OF THE TRADING PROFITS. INTO THE LONGTERM VISION OF THE STOCK MARKETS TECH TRAJECTORY. THE TECHNOLOGICAL SECTOR. IN THE STOCK MARKET. IS POISED. ON IT'S OWN TRAJECTORY. EVERY DECADE. EVERY DECADE IS THE START. OF THE NEW REVOLUTION. TECHNOLOGICAL. THE NEW TECH REVOLUTION. THE TECH REV. THE TECHNO REVO. OF THE 1990'S. THE 2000'S. THE 2010'S. THE 2020'S. THE 2030'S. THE 1980'S. THE 1970'S. SOME. SO LONG AGO. SOME NOT TOO LONG AGO. THE REST. RIGHT AROUND THE CORNER. THE NEW YORK SESSION. CLOSES. IN 30 MINUTES. THE SESSION WILL BE CLOSED IN THIRTY MINUTES. THE SYDNEY SESSION. IS UP NEXT. THE FOREX MARKET. IS OPEN. 120 HOURS. PER WEEK. 5PM EVERY DAY. STARTING SUNDAY. IS A NEW 24 HOUR PERIOD. GONE. FROM THE 120 HOURS TOTAL. YOU HAVE TO WORK THE MARKET. TO WORK THE MARKET. FOR 120 HOURS. STRAIGHT. NON STOP. EVERY DAY CONSECUTIVE. EVERY WEEK. CONSISTENTLY. MONTHLY. BRINGING IN 1000% IN PROFIT. 700% WEEKLY. 1000% WEEKLY. 1400% WEEKLY. 120 TIMES IN PROFIT. MONTHLY. STASHING THE MANJORITY. INTO DIGITAL ASSETS. INTO ASSETS. INTO MORE ASSETS. INTO ALL ASSETS. INTO NOTHING BUT ASSETS. PURCHASING. PURCHASING. AND PURCHASING. ASSETS. ALL VARIETIES. QUITE FEVERISHLY. 

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1:25AM EST - 1:51AM EST
3.2.2020
MONDAY MARCH 2ND, 2020
SESSION #1:
3.2.2020.
11:36AM EST - 12:00PM NOON
SESSION #2:
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SESSION NUMBER:
SCENE #13:

SCENE #13:. THE FOREX MARKET OPENED AT 5PM. ON SUNDAY. MARCH 1ST. 2020. TODAY IS THE SECOND OF MARCH. MARCH 2ND. 2020. THIS IS THE FIRST WEEK. WE ARE APPLYING. THE FULL STRATEGY. THE OSCILLATION. THE OSCILLATION COASTER. COASTER OSCILLATION STRATEGY. OPERATING TWO BROKERAGE ACCOUNTS. JASON'S BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. MY OWN BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. JASON'S BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. HAS ONE TRADING ACCOUNT. ACTIVELY TRADING. THE TOTAL BALANCE. $30. EQUITY $30. THE OPEN TRADES? AUDNZD SELL. TIMES TEN TRADES. CAUGHT BETWEEN POINT 617 - 680. 100 POINTS FROM 780-800. WHERE IT PEAKED. AT 11PM. THE ASIAN SESSION. THE TRADING VIEW STATS. GREEN. 65%. 630 POINTS UP. IN THE GREEN. THE BLUE. THE BLACK. THE PROFIT. MMY BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. TWO ACTIVE TRADING ACCOUNTS. TOTAL BALANCE. IN ACCOUNT. $90. JASON'S ACCOUNT. CAN TOUCH THE $100 LEVEL. FROM THIS SWING DOWN. 10 TRADES TIMES $6. $60 PLUS $30. $90. EQUAL TO MY BROKERAGE ACCOUNT NOW. IN GOLF TERMS. ONE PUT. ONE DRIVE. ONE SWING. EQUALLED THE BALANCE OF THE $30 ACCOUNT. WITH THE $90 ACCOUNT. NOW BOTH ACCOUNTS ARE SWINGING. FROM THE $100 LEVERAGE LEVEL. THE LEVEL OF LEVERAGE. EACH SWING. BRINGING IN 50%. RETURNS. ON INVESTMENT. 50% GAINS. GOING FOR 100% GAINS. EACH SWING. UP OR DOWN. THREE TRADING ACCOUNTS. ACTIVELY TRADING. FOR 120 HOURS. RIDING THE HIGH POINT. DOWN TO ZERO. RIDING THE ZERO POINT. BACK TO THE HIGH POINT. MINUS 100 POINTS. PER DAY. FROM 200 POINTS. IT GOES BACK UP TO HIGH POINT. THIS WOULD BE FRIDAY. BASED ON MEMORY. THE CURRENCY TRADING. IS FOR FINANCIAL FREEDOM. ALSO. ENSURING FINANCIAL FREEDOM. IS ALWAYS A REALITY. THE VERY PROBABLE.. POSSIBILITY. PURCHASING THE STOCKS IN ALL EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. SAVING MONEY. IN THE TECH MARKETS. SAVING PROFITS. STASHING PROFITS. PLACING PROFITS. ALLOCATING PROFITS. ACQUIRING PROFITS. DISTRIBUTING ACQUISITIONS. AT THE $100 LEVERAGE LEVEL. WITH TWO BROKERAGE ACCOUNTS. OPERATING AT THE $100 LEVERAGE LEVEL. TIMES TEN. ANY PLUG IN. IS POSSIBLE. AND EVEN MORE PROBABLE. WITH THE 700%. BATTING AVERAGE. 1000% BATTING AVERAGE. LEGENDARY. TIGER WOODS THE TRADE. PUT THE GOLF BALL. WHERE IT NEEDS TO BE. THERE IS A TIME AND A PLACE FOR EVERYTHING. THEN IT'S CALLED THE. HOLE IN ONE. IF YOU CAN MULTIPLY THE BALANCE. TIMES TEN. FROM MONDAY. ON TO FRIDAY. 5 DAYS. 4 AND A HALF SOON. $1000. IN EACH BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. $2000 TOTAL. YOU AND JASON. CAN PAY DEBTS. AND INVEST. CONTINUING TO PAY DEBTS AND INVEST. PAY DEBTS AND INVEST. PAY DEBTS AND INVEST. LEARN TO LEVERAGE WHAT'S LEFT. LEARN TO LEVERAGE THE BEST. THEN PAY YOUR DEBTS AND INVEST. WITH BILLS NOW PAID IN ADVANCE. INVEST WITH THE CHANCE. PAY DEBTS AND INVEST. 3.2.2020. 11:36AM EST - 12:00PM NOON THE FIRST THING I WANT TO DO. IS TO THANK GOD. I WANT TO THANK GOD FOR WAKING UP TODAY. I WANT TO THANK GOD. FOR ALLOWING ME ANOTHER DAY OF LIFE. I WANT TO THANK GOD. FOR WAKING UP MY FAMILY. MY PARENTS. MY MENTOR. MY MENTOR'S FAMILY. MY FRIENDS. MY FRIEND'S FAMILIES. I TAKE NO DAYS FOR GRANTED. I WILL PURSUE DESTINY UNTIL THE DEATH OF ME. I HAVE NO CHOICE. IF DEATH WILL CATCH ME OFF GUARD. I WANT TO CATCH DESTINY BEFORE HAND. I WILL GO TO THE GRAVE WITH AN ACQUIRED DESTINY. THE ASCERTAINED DESTINY. I WOKE UP TODAY. THANKED GOD. FOR GIVING ME ANOTHER DAY ON EARTH. I TEXT MESSAGED GOOD MORNING. TO LOVED ONES. I CHECKED THE TRADES. I CHECKED THE TRADINGVIEW FIRST. SO I KNOW. THE PRICE POINT. WHEN I WENT TO BED. THE AUDNZD WAS 1.04700. PEAKING AT 1.04800 BY 11PM. FROM 11PM. AUDNZD. SWITCHED INTO SELL. I ENTERED TEN TRADES. AUDNZD SELL. ON ALL THREE TRADING ACCOUNTS. WOKE UP. AUDNZD. WAS 1.04300. 1.04450. FLUCTUATING BETWEEN THOSE. JASON'S ACCOUNT. BALANCE $29. EQUITY $39. PERSONAL ACCOUNT. BALANCE $89. EQUITY $117. ON ALL THREE TRADING ACCOUNTS. NZDUSD BUYS. SIX ON JASON'S. I BELIEVE. NINE TRADES. BUYING. NZDUSD. ON EACH OF THE PERSONAL TRADING ACCOUNTS. ONE TRADING ACCOUNT IS OPERATING. AT THE $100 LEVERAGE LEVEL. CLOSER TO $150. $25 AWAY FROM IT. THE FIRST SET OF TRADES. AUDNZD SELLING. WE WENT UP AND DOWN. ONCE. FROM 5PM TO 8PM. BUYING AUDNZD. SELLING AUDNZD FROM 8PM ON. 11PM IS A BETTER TIME. ON SUNDAY NIGHT. TO SWITCH. FROM BUY TO SELL. AUDNZD. POSSIBLY OTHER FOREIGNS. ESPECIALLY OTHER FOREIGN VS NZD OR AUD PAIRS. COMMON DENOMINATORS. THE ERROR I MADE LAST WEEK. WITH AUDUSD. NZDUSD. WAS GOING IN THE SAME DIRECTION AUDNZD WAS GOING. AUDNZD. OPERATES OPPOSITE THE DIRECTION OF. AUDUSD AND NZDUSD. THE DOMESTIC PAIRING OF THE COMMON DENOMINATORS. AUD AND NZD. THOSE PAIRS. VS THE USD. GO THE OPPOSITE WAY OF AUDNZD. AUDCAD POSSIBLY. HAVEN'T TRADED AUDCAD IN A YEAR. I CAN TRADE IT ON META TRADER. 5. APP. 4. THOSE ARE USD EQUITY ACCOUNTS. THE TRADING PROFITS BUILT IN USD. THE USD ACCOUNTS. ARE THE WITHDRAWAL ACCOUNTS. THE RIPPLE XRP ACCOUNTS. BTC ACCOUNTS. ETH AND LTC ACCOUNTS. ALL SENT TO CRYPTO WALLETS. FOR CONVERSION. AND SAVING. INVESTING. LOANING OUT. TO NEXO WALLET. THE EUR AND GBP TRADING ACCOUNTS. WILL BE SENT TO EUR AND GBP WALLETS. FOR FOREIGN SAVINGS ACCOUNT. HAVING A SAVINGS ACCOUNT. IN A FOREIGN CURRENCY. ANOTHER NATION'S DOLLAR. I THANK GOD FOR EVERYTHING HE HAS DONE FOR ME. BY TRADING THE AUDNZD. BUYING IT ON SUNDAY AT 5PM. SELLING IT AT 11PM ON SUNDAY NIGHT FROM NOW ON. BUYING IT MONDAY. WHENEVER IT HITS THE ZERO POINT. WHEN IT DOES. HIT THE ZERO POINT. THE AUDUSD AND NZDUSD WILL BE SELLING. NOW. THEY ARE STILL BUYING. AUDNZD IS SELLING. NO WAY NZDUSD IS SELLING ALONG WITH THE FOREIGN ON FOREIGN RATE. THE FOREIGN VS DOMESTIC IS DIFFERENT. DEFINITELY. DIFFERENT. LOOKING AT IT IN SUCH A WAY. WHEN YOU SWITCH ON ONE. YOU SWITCH THE OTHER. TO THE OTHER SIDE OF THE CHART. SO WITH NINE NZDUSD BUYS. RIGHT NOW. IN THREE ACCOUNTS. THE SAME THREE ACCOUNTS. HOLDING THE TEN AUDNZD SELLS. AUDNZD WILL BUY BEFORE NZDUSD. AUDNZD WILL SELL BEFORE NZDUSD. SO NZDUSD. WILL SELL AND BUY. AFTER. AUDNZD IS DONE. BUYING OR SELLING. THE TEN AUDNZD. WE BOUGHT ONCE. WE SOLD ONCE. THE SECOND IS UP. ON MONDAY. WHAT TIME? WE WILL FIND OUT. 8PM AND 11PM. EASTERN TIME. WE WOKE UP TO. NZDUSD. AT $0.62744. LAST WEEK. DROPPING FROM 64.000. TO 63.000. PENNIES. BETTING ON. THE 62.744. GOING TO 63.500-63.700. THIS WOULD BE $10 PER TRADE. IF NOT TEN. $5. UP TO 63.500. $5 TO $7. TIMES NINE. TIMES THREE ACCOUNTS. SO YOU CATCH BUY AND SELL NUMBERS ONE THRU TEN. THRU OUT THE WEEK. BUT BY TRADING AUDNZD. FOR EXAMPLE. AND THE DOMESTIC PAIRING OF AUDUSD OR NZDUSD. YOU CATCH THE BUY AND THE SELL. NUMBERS ONE THRU TEN. AGAIN. SO. ON MY WAY TO BUY NUMBER TWO. AUDNZD. I AM ON BUY NUMBER ONE. NZDUSD. SELL NUMBER ONE. AUDNZD. NOW. SELL. NZDUSD. NEXT. ONCE. BUY NUMBER TWO. COMMENCES. AUDNZD. TWO DIFFERENT CURRENCY PAIRS. THREE DIFFERENT CURRENCY PAIRS. EVENTUALLY SIX. TWO AUD OR NZD ON CAD. FOR EXAMPLE. THEN CADUSD. AUDUSD. NZDUSD. NOW YOU WOULD BE CATCHING THE ROUND TRIP. THREE DIFFERENT TIMES. 50% RETURNS. MINIMUM. EACH ONE WAY. 100% RETURNS. PER ROUND TRIP. THREE ROUND TRIPS. BACK TO BACK. TO BACK. POSSIBLY. 300% RETURNS. THANK GOD. LET US FIND OUT. LET ME FIND OUT. LET ME FIND OUT I GOT IT. 

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2:18PM EST - 3:19PM EST
THURSDAY MARCH 5TH, 2020
3.3.2020
R.I.P. TO MY UNCLE DEREK
MY AUNT GLORIA'S HUSBAND
MY DAD'S YOUNGER SISTER'S HUSBAND
LOVE YOU UNCLE DEREK
THANK YOU FOR ALWAYS BEING KIND TO ME
I'LL MISS YOU
I'LL THINK ABOUT YOU FOR FAVORABLY
THE REST OF MY LIFE
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SESSION NUMBER:
SCENE #14:

SCENE #14:. THE FOREX MARKET. CLOSES. TOMORROW EVENING. OPENS UP. BACK ON MONDAY. 36 HOURS OF NO TRADE. ENJOY NO TRADE. SO THIS WEEK. WHAT HAPPENED. I STARTED A NEW JOB ASSIGNMENT. TWELVE HOUR SHIFTS. HAD TO GET ADEQUATE REST. WENT TO THE HOSPITAL YESTERDAY. MY TRADES SHOULD PERFORM BETTER. OFF OF THE STRENGTH OF THAT. ENERGY WISE. FOCUS WISE. KARMA. WORK ETHIC WISE. THEY HAD TO CUT ME. IN THE MOST GENTLE AREA. EVER. NEEDLED ME TWICE FIRST. SO DURING THE WEEK. IN TRADING. AFTER THE MARKET OPENED ON SUNDAY. I WENT INTO BUYS. ON FOREIGN AND FOREIGN. IT HAD BOUGHT UP BY MONDAY. THEN WAS WHEN WE NEEDED TO SELL. WE DIDN'T SELL. NOW IT'S SELLING. WE CONTINUED TO OBSERVE. WE CONTINUED TO OBSERVE SPECIFICS. ONE SPECIFIC. THE USD PAIRINGS. MOVE AFTER OR BEFORE. THE FOREIGN ON FOREIGN. EURGBP. AUDCHF. AUDNZD. WE TRADED THOSE PAIRS AS WELL. AS WELL AS GBPUSD. EURUSD. IS NEXT. THE USD PAIRINGS. ALLOW US TO. TRACK THE FOREIGN ON FOREIGN. THE FOREIGN ON FOREIGN PAIRS. ALLOW US. TO TRACK THE USD PAIRINGS. WE ARE HEDGING. TRADING DIFFERENT TIME ZONE CURRENCIES. THE CURRENCIES OF EACH TIME ZONE. THIS IS HOW OUR WEEK HAS BEEN. HASN'T BEEN TERRIBLE. THANK GOD. WE LOOK TO FORWARD TO NEXT WEEK. WE LOOK FORWARD THE 36 HOURS OF NO TRADE. WE WILL BE WORKING DURING THE THREE DAYS. THE FOREX MARKET CLOSES AND RE OPENS. MONDAY WE ARE OFF. TO TRADE AND SWITCH OVER. NOW. WE HAVE SWITCHED OVER. INTO BUYS. ON NZDUSD AND AUDUSD. ON THE FOREIGN ON FOREIGN. GBPEUR EURGBP. SELLING. 86600. AUDCHF. SELLING 62600. USD. SELLING. 29400. 29300.29200. ON WEDNESDAY. GBPUSD. 27500. WE WATCHED IT RISE TO 29400 BY TODAY. THURSDAY. TODAY IS THURSDAY. BY THURDAY. WE WATCHED THE GBPUSD RISE $20 PER TRADE. SMALLEST LOT SIZE. SMALLEST AMOUNT. OF LEVERAGE PUT DOWN. IMAGINE 5 TRADES. GBPUSD. THRU OUT THE WEEK. THE PRICE OF NZDUSD IS 65900. TOUCHING 66 PENNIES. 66000 POINTS. AUDUSD. THE SAME RATE. TRAVELLING AS. NZDUSD. THREE THOUSAND POINTS. BEHIND. 62950. 63000. THE ZERO POINT. LAST NIGHT. WEDNESDAY NIGHT. WE WATCHED THE NZDUSD AND AUDUSD. WE WEREN NOT TRADING THEM. THEY WERE RISING TO 66200. 63200. WE WERE NOT SURE IF THEY WOULD RISE TO 66500. 63500. WE FORGOT ABOUT LAST WEEK. THURSDAY. THE USD PAIRINGS. ROSE TO THE 200 POINTS. OVER THE ZERO POINT. THEN DROPPED UNTIL THE MARKET RE OPENED. BY FRIDAY. THE USD PAIRINGS. MAY BE. AT THE 700 POINT MARK. BELOW THE CLOSEST ZERO POINT. UNDER THE NEXT ZERO POINT. THE GBPUSD. DEFINITELY. HAS MY FULL ATTENTION. CATCH IT DOWN. BACK $20 PER TRADE. CATCH 5 TRADES ON THE WAY DOWN. 

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10:16PM EST - 10:17PM EST
THURSDAY MARCH 5TH, 2020
3.5.2020
R.I.P. TO MY UNCLE DEREK
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SESSION NUMBER:
SCENE #15:

SCENE #15:. THE MARKET. CLOSES. TOMORROW AT 5PM. THE GBPUSD. THE SURPRISE. THE SURPRISE OF THE WEEK. WE HAD NO IDEA. THE GBPUSD AND EURUSD MOVE MORE THAN 1000 POINTS. PER WEEK. EURUSD WAS AT. 1.14000. WENT TO 1.11 SOMETHING. NOW AT 1.12500 OR 300. TO BE HONEST WITH YOU. I HAVE MANY TRADES IN. SO I CAN GO IN AND OUT OF EACH ACCOUNT. CLOSING AND OPENING TRADES. NEW TRADES. NEW PAIRS. KEEPING THE SAME PAIRS. IN TOTAL. SWITCHING THE INDIVIDUAL TRADING ACCOUNTS. AROUND. FOR INSTANCE. EVENTUALLY STRUCTURING. AN ACCOUNT. FULL OF EACH CURRENCY YOU TRADE. THEN. AN ACCOUNT FOR. FOREIGN ON FOREIGNS. AUDNZD. EURGBP. AUDCHF. EURTRY. GBPTRY. JPYCAD. WE LOOK FORWARD TO. OBSERVING HOW THE TRADING GOES. FOR GBPUSD. THE NEWEST PAIR. AUDCHF. NEW PAIR. WE TRADED EURGBP BEFORE. WE ARE TRADING EURGBP. ONCE AGAIN. THE GBPUSD MOVES AT 2000 POINTS. PER SWING. THE EURUSD. MAY MOVE 2500-3000 POINTS. PER SWING. $25-$30. PER TRADE. 5 TRADES FOR EURUSD AND GBPUSD. EACH. $100. EACH.GBPUSD AND EURUSD. COULD HONESTLY BE. 20,000 POINTERS. PER SWING. 10 TRADES. EURUSD. TEN TRADES. GBPUSD. $200 PER SWING. PER CURRENCY PAIR. $500. PER SWING. BACK AND FORTH. BETWEEN. EURUSD. AND GBPUSD. THRU OUT THE WEEK. JUST THOSE TWO PAIRS ALONE. WHILE TRADING OTHER PAIRS. FOREIGN ON FOREIGNS. DOMESTIC ON FOREIGN. WE CAN REALLY TOUCH $2000-$5000 PER WEEK. TOTAL. WITH EURUSD AND GBPUSD. BEING THE PULL UP 20,000. 30,000. 40,000. 60,000. POINTS. IN JUMPERS. PULL UP JUMPERS. WRITING EVERYTHING DOWN. AS WE LEARN IT. SO IT GETS UPLOADED. PUBLISHED. THE DOCUMENTATION. NEVER PUBLICIZED. HIDDEN. IN PLAIN SIGHT. 

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11:25PM EST - 12:00AM EST
3.5.2020
THURSDAY MARCH 5TH, 2020
R.I.P. TO MY UNCLE DEREK.
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SESSION NUMBER:

SCENE 16: SCENE 16:. NOW. BACK TO THE STOCK MARKET. THE FOREX MARKET. IS ONE HALF OF THE COIN. THE QUARTER MILLION DOLLAR COIN. A QUARTER MILLION. WORTH OF COINS. BACK AND FORTH. LEARN TO FOREX TRADE. TRADING CURRENCY. LEARN WHAT INDUSTRIES. TO INVEST. TRADING PROFITS. INTO. STOCK MARKET WISE. THE OTHER SIDE OF THE COIN. LEARN TO TRADE. LEARN WHAT TO HOLD. CURRENCY AND STOCKS. CURRENCY VS. STOCKS. CURRENCIES VS. CURRENCIES. IN ORDER TO. PURCHASE TO HOLD. BUYING STOCKS. IN EMERGING INDUSTRIES. BIO TECHNOLOGY. BIO METRICS. ARTIFICIAL INTELLIGENCE. ROBOTICS. ENTERPRISING SOFTWARE. FIVE G. QUANTUM COMPUTING. AUTONOMOUS VEHICLE TECHNOLOGY. COGNITIVE SCIENCE. PSYCHO TECHNOLOGY. TECHNOSOPHY. TRANSHUMAN INDUSTRIES. VIRTUAL REALITY. FULLY IMMERSIVE. VIRTUAL REALITY. NEURO SCIENCE. BIO SCIENCE. NANO TECHNOLOGY. CYBER NETICS. CYBER SECURITY. CRYPTO CURRENCY. BIONICS. MYO ELECTRIC PROSTHETICS. SEGUE SHIP. ON BOARD. TRADINGVIEW WEBSITE. THE DOT COM. TYPE IN NANO TECHNOLOGY. TYPE IN NNVC. NAOV. NANO VERICIDES. NANO VIBRONIX. TWO NANO TECHNOLOGY COMPANIES. AT THE TOP OF THE PAGE. ABOVE THE PRICE. IS AN INDEX OF HYPERLINKS. CLICK EACH ONE. IN A NEW TAB. MARKETS. US. STOCKS. TECH SECTOR. IT WILL NARROW IT AND BROADEN IT FOR YOU. YOU CLICK EACH ONE. IT BROADENS OR NARROWS YOUR SEARCH. NOW YOU HAVE A DATABASE. OF ALL OF THE AVAILABLE STOCKS. IN ANY INDUSTRY. RELATED TO YOUR INDUSTRY. OF RESEARCH. YOU HAVE A SCOPE NOW. YOU HAVE THE SCOPE NOW. BROADEN THE CIRCLE OF THE HOLDINGS. THE WATCHLIST. BROADEN IT. NARROW IT. AT WILL. CONSTANTLY. THIS IS BY FAR. THE BEST WAY. I HAVE FOUND. TO DISCOVER NEW STOCKS. IN THE PARTICULAR INDUSTRIES. I AM LOOKING INTO. IN ONE LIST. A BUNCH OF LISTS. THEN THE FOREX TRADING. WHEN THE PROFITS ROLL IN. THE TRADING PROFITS. GO TO. THE HOLDING PORTFOLIO. TO CATCH UP. TO HAVE $100,000 INVESTED IN STOCKS PERIOD. THAT IS SUCCESS. FROM WHERE I AM NOW. HAVE $100K IN FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING PLATFORM. $100K IN STOCK TRADING PLATFORM. $100K IN STOCK HOLDING ACCOUNT. $100K IN VARIOUS BONDS. $100K IN CERTIFICATE OF DEPOSITS. $100K IN CASH RESERVE. $100K IN BANK ACCOUNTS. $10,000 PER ACCOUNT. ART. WE ARE GOING TO BUY ART. A WAY NO ONE ELSE BUYS IT. WE WILL FIGURE IT OUT. TO AMASS IPO ART. A WAY TO FIND BRAND NEW ART. FIND THE CIRCUITS FOR BRAND NEW ART. BUY ALL OF THE ART. AS SOON AS IT COMES OUT. BUY AS MANY OF THEM. AS SOON AS THEY ARE AVAILABLE. CONQUER THE CIRCUITS. IF YOU FIND YOURSELF IN BIDDING WARS. YOU'RE ON THE RIGHT TRACK. YOU BETTER BEAT THEM. THEY'RE OBVIOUSLY. WILLING TO BATTLE YOU. IN A BIDDING WAR. FOR THE SAME IPO ART. MAYBE. THEY THINK YOU KNOW WHAT THEY KNOW. YOU DON'T. BUT YOU DO. THEY DON'T KNOW THAT. AND THEN THEY DO. $100,000 IN ART PAINTINGS. NOW. HOW MANY PIECES OF ART. CAN YOU GET. FOR $100K? ESPECIALLY IF YOU CAN ONLY BID ON ART. YOU WOULD HAVE TO. HAVE $100K FOR BIDDING ON ART. THEN $100K. FOR BUYING THE ART ELSEWHERE. AT ONE SALES PRICE. 

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5:45AM EST - 6:37AM EST
SATURDAY MARCH 28TH, 2020
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SESSION NUMBER:
SCENE #17:

 SCENE #17:. THE KEY TO THE FOREX TRADING. THE KEYS ARE IN THE CHART. THE FOREX CHARTS ON TRADINVIEW, HAVE NUMBERS. NUMBERS FOR YOU TO PLAY. YOU PLAY THESE NUMBERS. THE FOREX MARKET IS OPEN FOR 120 HOURS STRAIGHT. THE NUMBERS ON THE CHART, WILL EVENTUALLY HIT. JACKPOT. CA-CHING CA-CHIING? YES. DOUBLE. DOUBLE. DOUBLE - DOUBLE. IT TOOK ME ONE YEAR AND TEN MONTHS TO REALIZE. REALIZING WHEN WE FIRST STARTED TRADING CURRENCY, IN JUNE 2018, WE WERE SETTING PARAMETERS USING SWIPE TRADE. THE TIME INBETWEEN THEN AND NOW, WE WERE MARKET EXECUTIONING TRADES. JUST WATCHING TRADES DOUBLE. DOUBLE UNTIL THEY DIED. WE NEVER TOOK THEM OFF OF THE TABLE. THE TRADES. THE PROFITS. THE TRADE'S PROFITS. WE WANTED TO KNOW IT'S SCHEDULE. IN RETROSPECT, THE BEST WAY TO KNOW WHEN IT DOES IT, IS JUST TO PUT THE PENDING BUY OR SELL LIMIT IN AS A TRADE. OPPOSED TO MARKET EXECUTION AS THE ENTRY POINT, WITH NO EXIT POINT. AKA THE TAKE PROFIT. FOLLOW THE CHART. WHATEVER THE CHART SAYS, PLACE THE ORDER. WHEN ANOTHER TRADINGVIEW TRADER GIVES AN IDEA, PLACE ONE ORDER WITH THEIR PARAMETERS. WHATEVER THEIR STOP LOSS IS, THAT IS YOUR ENTRY POINT. NORMALLY I THOUGHT STOP LOSS WAS MORE LIKE THE AMOUNT AFTER WHAT YOU SET YOU'RE WILLING TO LOSE. OR IT CRASHES. I DON'T SET STOP LOSSES ON THE TEN DOLLAR ACCOUNT. IT'S TOO SMALL TO GUARANTEE EQUITY FOR ANOTHER TRADE. MAKE YOUR ENTRY POINT THE STOP LOSS. THAT'S THE BEST STOP LOSS. IT IS A DAM SHAME IT TOOK THIS LONG. TO FIGURE THE FOREX MARKET KEY IS TO FOLLOW THE CHART TOOK TWO YEARS. I AM SO GRATEFUL TO GOD HE GAVE ME THE ANSWERS. I ALWAYS HAD FAITH. I WAS ONCE AGAIN, THREE FEET AWAY FROM GOLD. THE TRADING STRATEGY I EMPLOYED DURING THE FIRST WEEK OF CURRENCY TRADING, WAS THE ANSWER ALL ALONG. SWIPE TRADES. BUT SWIPE TRADES THE CHART. FOUR HOUR AND DAILY. HOURLY AND WEEKLY. THE MONTHLY. ENTERING THE TRADE AT THE END OF ONE SIDE OF THE BAR. IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION. UP UNTIL THE OPPOSITE END OF THE BAR. THEN BACK AND FORTH. R.I.P. TUPAC AMARU. I THANK GOD SO MUCH, FOR THIS SINGLE OPPORTUNITY. 

THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER NINE: THE INTERNET OF VALUE

 THE SCARIEST CHAPTER OF ALL. THIS IS WHERE THE TWO OTHER CONTEMPORARIES ARE EATEN. THEY ARE GONE CHILDREN. CHILDREN THEY ARE GONE. THESE CONTEMPORARIES ARE NO MORE. THE SCARIEST ASPECT OF THE ECONOMIC SYSTEM IN WHICH WE LIVE, IS THE FACT NO ONE CARES. THIS ECONOMIC SYSTEM IS SET UP, FOR NO ONE TO CARE. EVER. NO ONE IS EVER SUPPOSED TO CARE. WE ARE SUPPOSED TO CARE. THEY SAY, NO ONE IS SUPPOSED TO CARE. THEY SAY IT THRU ACTION. BY PUTTING THE TIGHT SQUEEZE ON US ALL, ECONOMICALLY, WE ARE SUBDUED WITHOUT STRATEGY. WITHOUT STRATEGY, WE ARE SUBDUED. WHAT WE ALL NEED IS A LITTLE STRATEGY. THE HOUSE MADE OF STRAW. ECONOMICALLY, WHAT'S AN ANALOGY FOR THIS, RIGHT HERE RIGHT NOW, I CAN MUSTER? THE HOUSE OF STRAW IS DEPENDING ON SLAVE WAGES OR SALARY FOR FINANCIAL SECURITY AND ECONOMIC BLISS. SLAVE WAGES JUST MEANS ANY INCOME DERIVED FROM ECONOMICAL SLAVERY. WE ARE FORCED TO FIND WAGES OR SALARY SOMEWHERE, FOR WE AIM TO LIVE UNDER A ROOF, SOMEWHERE. IN THIS REGARD WE ARE FORCED TO ECONOMICALLY PAY FOR EVERYTHING WE USE. ONE DAY WE GOT CHARGED FOR AIR AND THEN ONLY THE "HAD IT'S" HAD IT. IT WAS A CRYING SHAME. OUT LOUD. THERE IS NOTHING WRONG WITH THE SLAVE WAGES OR SALARY OF THE HIGH PRICED SLAVE. WE CAN BREAK IT DOWN HERE, WE CAN BREAK IT DOWN IN THE NEXT PART OF THIS PART, OR WE CAN BOTH. YOU GO TO COLLEGE AFTER HIGH SCHOOL. CHRONOLOGICALLY SPEAKING. AFTER HIGH SCHOOL, AT ANY TIME YOU CAN ATTEND COLLEGE. YOU ATTEND COLLEGE. FOR WHAT INDUSTRY? WHAT SPECIALTY? FOR WHAT REASON? IF STUDYING ACCOUNTING, WHY? TO GET A JOB AS AN ACCOUNTANT? IF SO, THEN FOR HOW LONG? NO MATTER WHAT PROFESSION THE COLLEGE DEGREE IS IN, NO MATTER WHAT PROFESSION YOU ARE IN, WITHOUT CREATING SUCCESSFUL AND PROFITABLE BUSINESSES AND OR INVESTMENT PORTFOLIOS, THE BIG BAD WOLF CAN STILL GET YOU. BASED ONLY ON CERTAIN FACTORS. CERTAIN FACTORS IN LIFE CAN BRING THE BIG AND BAD WOLF SYSTEM CLOSER THAN CLOSE. WE DO NOT WANT TO SEE ANY STRAW HOUSES RAVAGED BY ECONOMIC LIONS. STRAW HOUSES AREN'T THE SAFEST WAY. WE DO NOT WANT TO BE TOO VIVID. NOT HERE AND NOT NOW. THIS IS NOT THE TIME OR THE PLACE, TO GO INTO SUCH DETAIL. THE WOLVES ARE OUT. THE LIONS ARE IN. THE STRAW HOUSE LOOKED TERRIBLE AFTERWARDS. IT WAS JUST STRAW. HERE'S WHY. THE SILVER LINING. THE MONEY IN WHICH YOU EARN FROM WAGES OR SALARY, IS A JOKE. THE PUNCHLINE IS, INVESTING PORTFOLIOS AND SUCCESSFUL BUSINESSES ARE THE ONLY WAY TO KEEP UP WITH INFLATION. THE DOLLARS ARE INFLATED. YOU HAVE TO PUT THE PURCHASING POWER INTO YOUR DOLLAR YOURSELF. IF THE DOLLAR IS WORTH TEN CENTS, YOU BETTER HAVE AN ECONOMIC EARNING POWER OF TIMES TEN. WE'RE SAYING NOTHING MORE THAN THAT PEOPLE. THE DOLLAR YOU WORSHIP ISN'T WORTH ANYTHING. IT IS ALL A JOKE. A TERRIBLE LIE. A TERRIBLE LIE TAKEN SERIOUSLY. THE STUDY OF MONEY WILL TURN INTO A COMEDY SHOW, EITHER WAY. EITHER YOU DO NOT STUDY MONEY THEN THE JOKE MAY BE ON YOU. IF YOU DO STUDY MONEY, YOU MAY LAUGH AT WHAT YOU FIGURE OUT. THE OBSERVATIONS YOU MAKE INSIDE OF THESE STUDY SESSIONS MIGHT AROUSE YOUR INTELLECT. ECONOMIC EARNING POWER WILL KEEP AWAY THE BIG AND BAD WOLF SYSTEM. GETTING THE DEGREE TO INVEST THOSE EARNINGS INTO BUSINESSES IN THE INDUSTRY YOU WANT TO START AND OR INVESTING PORTFOLIOS YOU BUILD FROM SCRATCH, USING INFORMATION YOU FIND IN PLACES OF VALUE. 

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1:24PM EST - 2:15PM EST
2.23.2020
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 23RD, 2020
HAPPY BIRTHDAY QQ.
THE 10TH BIRTHDAY OF QUE HARRIS JR.
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THE THREE LITTLE HAMBURGERS: CHAPTER TEN: 1914 DOLLARS

THE HOUSE OF STICKS, ON THE DAY THE WOLF SYSTEM CAME KNOCKING. OWNING A BUSINESS OR MANY DIFFERENT BUSINESSES IS A SUREFIRE WAY, TO KEEP THE WOLF SYSTEM AWAY. THE KEY POINT TO OWNING AND CREATING BUSINESSES IS HOWEVER, FOR THE BUSINESS ITSELF TO PROSPER FROM CREATING PROFITS. SO WHEN THE WOLF SYSTEM COMES, YOU WILL NEED TO HAVE THEIR MONEY. THIS IS THE ONLY REASON, THIS OPTION OF THE STICK HOUSE, ISN'T THE BEST OPTION. IT IS HALF THE BEST OPTION. IT IS ONE OF THE BEST THREE WAYS TO AVOID THE WOLF SYSTEM. THE WOLF SYSTEM CAN NOT BE AVOIDED THRU THE ECONOMIC STRAW HOUSE BUILDING PROGRAM. THIS IS NO ECONOMIC PROGRAM AT ALL. THE STRAW HOUSE ECONOMIC PROGRAM IS ONLY THE BEST OPTION, WHEN THE BUSINESSES CREATED, BRING IN ENOUGH PROFIT TO PAY THE WOLF SYSTEM OFF COMPLETELY. REMEMBER, THE WOLF SYSTEM IS ALSO THE RETIREMENT ISSUE. ANY ECONOMIC ISSUE YOU WILL EVER FACE IS THE BIG AND BADDEST WOLF OF ALL. THEY ARE ALL ECONOMIC LITTLE WOLVES. EVERY BILL IS A LITTLE WOLF. IN THIS LIFE, THEY DO NOT GIVE US ANYTHING, BUT BILLS. THE ONLY HANDOUTS WE ARE GIVEN ARE BILLS. THE STRAW HOUSE MUST BE CONVERTED INTO A STICK HOUSE. THE STICK MUST BE CONVERTED TO A BRICK HOUSE OR A LOG CABIN. THE STICK HOUSE MUST BE A LOG CABIN. IF YOU CAN TURN THE STICK HOUSE INTO AN ECONOMIC LOG CABIN, THEN IT IS THE BEST. THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE, IS THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE, FOR IT RELIES ON PASSIVE AND RESIDUAL INCOME. ONE OF THE REASONS, ARTISTS ARE ARTISTS AS A CAREER, IS THE RESIDUAL AND PASSIVE INCOME ASPECT. THE PASSIVE INCOME IS GENERATED THRU SYNDICATION AND SALES OF INTELLECTUAL PROPERTY. FOR THE ARTIST, THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE AND LOG CABIN ARE THE BEST OPTION. ANY SLAVE WAGES, YOU WOULD WANT TO INVEST THEM IN THE MONEY MARKETS. YOU WOULD HAVE TO WORK YOUR WAY UP THRU OUT THE ENTIRE MONEY MARKET SYSTEM. THE MONEY MARKETS. THE MONEY MARKETS, PERIOD. START OFF WITH BONDS, STOCKS, SECURED CREDIT CARDS, CREDIT CARDS, CREDIT LINES. CRYPTO CREDIT LINES, POWERED BY CRYPTO CURRENCY. CRYPTO CURRENCY, IS A NEW FORM OF CURRENCY. THE OLD FORM OF CURRENCY WAS SALT. SODIUM. BACK IN THE DAY, THROWING SALT, WAS MAKING IT RAIN. "OH YOU ARE THROWING SALT, YOU MUST GOT IT?" THROWING SALT BACK IN THE DAY WAS THROWING MONEY AROUND. KIND OF FUNNY. THE MORE RECENT OF CURRENCY WAS THE PAPER DOLLAR. FROM THE HISTORICAL PERSPECTIVE CHRONOLOGICALLY, THE PAPER FORM OF CURRENCY WAS THE RISKIEST FORM. ANY FORM BEFORE PAPER WAS MEDIEVAL, BORDERLINE PRIMEVAL. FOR ANY CURRENCY USED BEFORE PAPER CURRENCY, TO BE SEEN AS RISKY AS PAPER CURRENCY HAS BECOME, WOULD APPEAR OUTLANDISH IN NATURE. EXTREMELY OUTLANDISH. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT. ONE HUNDRED PERCENT OUTLANDISH. THEREFORE MY GOOD PEOPLE, WE ARE OFFICIALLY OUT IN THE OUT LANDS. DUE TO THE FACT THE PAPER CURRENCY, NOW FIAT CURRENCY, IS WORTH LESS THAN IT WAS WHEN IT WAS BACKED BY GOLD AND SILVER. THE DOLLAR USED TO BE BACKED BY GOLD AND SILVER. THE FIAT DOLLAR, USED TO BE BACKED BY SOMETHING. THE FIAT DOLLAR USED TO BE BACKED BY SOMETHING VALUABLE IN NATURE. VALUABLE BY NATURE, WAS SOMETHING ONCE BACKING THE AMERICAN DOLLAR. IT IS A CAPRICORNIC SHAME, NIXON DECOUPLED THE GOLD FROM THE DOLLAR IN 1971. THE DOLLAR HASN'T BEEN BACKED BY GOLD SINCE 1913. IN 1914, $110 IS WORTH $2826.71. IN 1914, $33.00 IS WORTH $848.01. THE PURCHASING POWER OF THE DOLLAR WAS $848 PER $33. $1 IS WORTH $25 IN 1914. 1914 DOLLARS. 

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3:19PM EST - 4:27PM EST
2.23.2020
SUNDAY FEBRUARY 23RD, 2020
HAPPY 10TH BIRTHDAY TO QQ
QUE HARRIS JR.
I LOVE YOU QQ!!!
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THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES: CHAPTER ELEVEN: THE CONCLUSION

THE CONCLUSION TO THE SHORT STORY, NARRATED BY THE FOURTH DIMENSIONAL SHATTERED GLASS. NARRATED BY THE VOICE UTTERING THE WORDS BREAKING THE FOURTH DIMENSIONAL WALL OF GLASS. THE GLASS WALL. WHEN YOU DISCUSS THE TRUTH OF ECONOMICS AND FINANCES, IT IS SIMILAR TO BREAKING THE 4D GLASS WALL. THE THIRD LITTLE PIG. PIGGIE NUMERO TRES. MOURNS THE ECONOMIC FATES OF NUMEROS DOS Y TRES. THE SECOND AND FIRST LITTLE PIG, NOW BELONG TO THE WOLF. THE WOLF ATE THEM CHILDREN. THE HOUSE OF STRAW CAN BE CONVERTED TO THE STICK HOUSE. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED INTO THE LOG CABIN OF ECONOMIC EXPANSION. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED INTO THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE LIQUIDATED, IN EXCHANGE FOR THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE. THE STRAW HOUSE IS USING WAGES AND SALARY TO PAY BILLS. THE BILLS BEING PAID NOW ARE SOLELY CONTINGENT UPON THE WAGES AND SALARY. THE WAY YOU HAVE LEARNED TO SURVIVE FINANCIALLY, THIS WAY, IS DEPENDENCY ON WAGES OR SALARY. EARNED INCOME. THE FIRST LITTLE PIG IS OF EARNED INCOME. THE FIRST LITTLE PIG, PAYS HIS BILLS, EVERY MONTH, ALL OF THEM. IF THE ONLY WAY THE FIRST LITTLE PIG'S BILLS ARE PAID, DEPENDS ONLY ON THE WAGES AND OR SALARY, OH BOY. NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE BOAT OF ROCKY WATERS. NO ONE WANTS TO BE IN THE BOAT, INSIDE ROCKY WATERS. OF COURSE THE WATER IS MURKY. OF COURSE THE WATER IS DEEP. OF COURSE THERE ARE ANIMALS IN THE WATERS. THEY CALL THEM FISH. OF COURSE SOME OF THESE FISH EAT OTHER FISH. THEY CALL THOSE PREDATORS. OF COURSE THERE ARE PREDACIOUS FISH IN THESE WATERS. AND FINALLY, OF COURSE THESE FISH ARE CIRCLING YOUR BOAT. SOME IN HOPES OF NOT BEING EATEN. SOME IN HOPES OF EATING YOUR BOAT AND EVERYTHING INSIDE OF IT. FOR YOUR BOAT IS IN THE WATER. THE WATER BELONGS TO THE PREDATORS. ONLY THE PREDATORS ARE SAFE IN THE WATER. UNLESS THERE'S A NET. A WHOLE DIFFERENT TYPE OF PREDATOR, YET AND STILL, ANOTHER PREDATOR. THE THIRD LITTLE PIG IS SAFE. THE SECOND LITTLE PIG PAID HIS BILLS FROM HIS BUSINESS. THE BUSINESS PROFITS CAN GO INTO THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE BUSINESS PROFITS ARE TO BE RE INVESTED INTO THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO CONSISTS OF ANY INVESTMENTS. EVEN OTHER BUSINESSES THAT CAN GENERATE PROFITS WITHOUT YOU. THIS IS THE POINT. TO BE ABLE TO REAP THE EARNED REWARDS OF INVESTING IN A COMPANY OR BUSINESS, CAPABLE OF OPERATING WITHOUT YOU. IT JUST NEEDS YOUR MONEY. JOBS JUST NEED YOUR TIME. YOU JUST NEED YOUR JOB'S PAYCHECK FOR SLAVING SERVICES RENDERED. YOU MAY NOT LOVE YOUR JOB. YOUR JOB MAY NOT LOVE YOU EITHER. YOU MIGHT WISH YOU COULD LIVE FOR FREE. YOUR JOB MIGHT WISH THEY COULD WORK YOU FOREVER UNTIL DEATH FOR FREE. YOU MAY YEARN FOR HIGHER WAGES OR INCREASED SALARY PAY. YOUR PLACE OF EMPLOYMENT MAY WISH THOSE DAYS NEVER EVEN SEE THE LIGHT OF NIGHT. OWNING A BUSINESS IS GREAT. BEING FORCED TO RELY SOLELY ON THIS ONE BUSINESS FOR ALL OF YOUR PROFITS, MAY NOT BE IN YOUR BEST INTEREST. UNLESS YOUR BEST ATTRIBUTE AS A PERSON IS THE ACQUISITION OF PURE PROFIT. I DON'T DOUBT YOU. I PRAY YOU ARE AS ECONOMICALLY GEARED TOWARDS ATTAINING AS MUCH PROFIT, AS I EVER AIM TO. OWNING A BUSINESS AND AN INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THIS IS THE ECONOMIC LOG CABIN. THE STICK HOUSE IS OWNING A BUSINESS. THE ECONOMIC LOG CABIN IS OWNING A BUSINESS AND THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO. THE ECONOMIC BRICK HOUSE IS THE INVESTMENT PORTFOLIO OWNERSHIP PROGRAM. THESE ARE ALL FINANCIAL PROGRAMS. THE FIRST FINANCIAL PROGRAM, THE STRAW HOUSE, WAS SET UP TO WORK AGAINST YOU. THE STRAW MAN FOUNDATION IS NO FOUNDATION AT ALL. GAMBLING EVERY THING ON EARNED INCOME. YOU CAN ONLY EARN THAT INCOME, THAT WAY, FOR SO LONG. WHETHER IN A CAREER FOR THREE DECADES OR FOUR. SOUNDS LIKE A LOT. THREE OR FOUR DECADES PRODUCING EARNED INCOME, IN THE FORM OF WAGES, POSSIBLY MINIMUM DUE TO LACK OF DEGREE OR SKILL CERTIFICATIONS; VOCATIONAL DEPRIVATION. THE SECOND FINANCIAL PROGRAM SOUNDS LIKE A DREAM COMPARED TO THE STRAW HOUSE. THIS IS HOW THEY GET YOU. THEY DON'T TELL YOU ABOUT THE DYNAMICS BEHIND THE STRAW HOUSE, THEY JUST SHOW YOU THE STRAW HOUSE. THEN THEY SHOW THE STICK HOUSE. EVERYONE IS PUSHED TOWARDS THE STICK, BY THE DESIRE TO NOT HAVE THE STRAW. THE STICK HOUSE CAN BE CONVERTED FROM THE STRAW HOUSE. THE STRAW HOUSE HAS TWO FORMS OF STRAW. MOST PEOPLE YEARN FOR THEIR OWN BUSINESS OF SOME SORT. EVEN IF ONLY TO FULLY FUND THEIR HOBBIES. THEY DON'T TELL US, THE TOUR, IS OF THE STRAW HOUSE. THE FIRST FORM OF STRAW IS BUILT BY WAGES. THE SECOND STRAW FORM IS BUILT BY SALARY PAY. NO OVERTIME, JUST BONUSES AND RAISES FROM DEGREES OR ELSEWHERE. INTERNAL OR EXTERNAL RAISES. ANYONE INVOLVED IN BUSINESS KNOWS TO GO INTO BUSINESS FOR YOUR PASSION. IN THE PERFECT WORLD. ANY ONE GOING TO COLLEGE KNOWS TO GET A DEGREE IN THEIR FIELD OF PASSIONATE STUDY RATHER THAN FOR INCREASED SALARY. THE SALARY INCREASE WILL COME FROM YOUR PASSIONATE ENERGY. THE ENERGY WILL DRIVE YOU. IF FOR NOTHING ELSE, GO TO COLLEGE FOR FINANCIAL LITERACY. ACCOUNTING, BUSINESS, ECONOMICS, FINANCES. ANY COURSE TO PRIVY YOU TO BEING ECONOMICALLY SAVVY. WITH THE ECONOMIC SAV' YOU CAN ACHIEVE ALL OF YOUR DREAMS. THIS CONCEPT IS THE GOLDEN EGG LAYING GOOSE OF THIS PEN NAME'S CATALOGUE. THIS IS JUST BEGINNING YEAR ONE OF THE VANESSA BUNNI STALLONE COLLECTION. THE VBSC. WE ALL WANT OUR ECONOMIC FUTURES TO BE AS FINANCIALLY SAFE AND SECURED AS POSSIBLE. IN THE PERFECT WORLD. MEANING WE ARE GOING TO HAVE TO WORK SO HARD TO GET TO SUCH POINTS. SUCH POINTS. SUCH POINTS REQUIRE EVERY EFFORT. COMPARED TO THE WAGE STRAW HOUSE, THE SALARY STRAW HOUSE OR VOCATIONAL STRAW HOUSE, IS WHERE MOST CONTEMPORARIES RUN. IT IS EASY TO SEE WHY. REMEMBER SOCIAL TRAPS WHEN MAKING MOVES. WHEN MAKING PLANS FOR YOUR FINANCIAL FUTURE, KEEP IN MIND, THE VARIOUS ECONOMIC TRAPS SET FORTH BY THE ECONOMIC PREDATORS OF THE RULING CLASS. THERE IS WAY MORE THAN I WOULD LIKE TO TELL YOU. OBVIOUSLY I DON'T KNOW EVERYTHING I WANT TO TELL YOU. I DON'T WANT TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING. IT'S JUST NOT SAFE FOR ME. I'LL TELL YOU. BUT NOT NOW. NOT HERE EITHER. MAYBE IN A FEW VOLUMES WE WILL TOUCH ON IT AGAIN. THIS IS THE CONCLUSION. WHY WOULD I BRING UP A NEW TOPIC, ON THE CUSP OF CREATING ANOTHER SEGMENT TO ACCOMPANY THIS FIRST SEGMENT? IN HOPES OF WHAT? I HAVE A MEMORY OF SALEM HIGH 11TH GRADE LITERATURE TEACHER, MRS. HARTLEY. MANY MEMORIES OF HER, HERE IS ONE. IN THE FIVE PARAGRAPH ESSAY, THE CONCLUSION SHOULD CONTAIN A NEW CONCEPT, IDEA OR THOUGHT PATTERN. THE THINKING CLIFFHANGER. PONDER ON THE THOUGHT'S SEQUEL. AND JUST WHERE DID ALL OF THIS THINKING LEAD YOU? WHERE DID YOU FIND YOURSELF? THANK YOU SO MUCH, FOR MAKING IT THIS FAR IN VOLUME TWO. THE NEXT SEGMENT IN VOLUME TWO, WILL BE MOST LIKELY A FILM SCRIPT TREATMENT. FOR A MOTION PICTURE, RADIO PLAY OR TELEVISION PROGRAM, THE FILM TREATMENT IS THE PROSE STEP BETWEEN SCENE CARDS AND THE SCREENPLAY'S FIRST DRAFT. AT THIS POINT, I AM NOT SURE IF I WILL COPY AND PASTE THE TREATMENT ABOVE THIS STORY IN THE FINAL PUBLISHED VERSION. I WILL IN ANOTHER VOLUME, COME BACK TO THIS STORY, THE THREE LITTLE CONTEMPORARIES. THERE WILL BE A SEQUEL TO THE SHORT STORY. WE NEVER GOT INTO MANY ASPECTS OF IT. JUST AS AN INTRODUCTION TO THE IDEA, HERE IT WAS. OLD MACDONALD HAD A FARM FULL OF INVESTMENTS, WAS THE NEXT SHORT STORY. THE LADY WHO LIVED IN A SHOE SO SHE COULD BUY STOCKS IS ON THE LIST. 

AT THIS POINT I JUST REALLY GET READY TO DIVE INTO THE CREATIVE BRAIN FOR THIS PROJECT. THE NEXT FORMAT OR GENRE, WOULD BE THE THIRD GENRE OF WRITING FOR THIS SERIES. VOLUME TWO CONTAINS TWO GENRES OF WRITING. SHORT STORY AND FILM TREATMENT. VOLUMES ONE AND THREE ARE NON FICTION PROSE. VOLUME FOUR MAY BE THE VERSE NOVEL. THREE VOLUMES WILL RHYME. THREE VOLUMES OF PROSE. THREE VOLUMES OF SHORT STORIES, NOVELLAS AND VARIOUS TREATMENT FORMATS. ANY CREATIVE DELIGHT I CAN BRING TO THIS TOPIC, I DEFINITELY WILL. THANK YOU. EVERY VOLUME HAS TO HAVE ONE TO TWO LETTERS WRITTEN TO HOMEY. EXPLAINING FOREWORD TYPE INFORMATION.
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8:32PM EST -
2.25.2020
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DEAR VANESSA HONEY MALONE,

DEAR HONEY. THIS LETTER IS IN A BOOK. THE BOOK IS IN YOUR PEN NAME. THE NAME CREATED IN YOUR HONOR. ALL CREDITS GO TO GOD. THIS IS VOLUME TWO. VOLUME TWO IS SO FAR, ONE SHORT STORY. THE NEXT HALF, STILL APPEARS TO BE FILM SCRIPT TREATMENT. THERE ARE A FEW ORIGINAL IDEAS IN THE HEAD TOWARDS SHORT STORIES. A TWO PART FILM TREATMENT IS A GOOD WAY TO GO FOR VOLUME THREE. HONEY, I FEEL IN DEBT TO GOD AND I THINK OF YOU. PAINFUL REMINDERS. I FEEL GREAT ENERGY AND I WONDER WHERE YOU ARE? I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF YOU LIKE ECONOMICS CLASS. I NEVER ASKED YOU. I DON'T RECALL. WE WERE ALWAYS TALKING BUSINESS AND MONEYE. WE WERE ALWAYS TALKING ABOUT MONEY. I'M SURE YOU DID. I FEEL GOOD I WAS ABLE TO DONATE A PROJECT TO LITERATURE HISTORY, WITH YOUR NAME AS PROFIT HOLDER. I REALLY KNEW YOU. IT BOTHERED ME, YOUR PASSING. UNDERSTATED. OBVIOUSLY. I HAVE 18 MORE LETTERS I WILL END UP WRITING TO YOU. YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL, WHERE EVER YOU ARE. YOU WERE BEAUTIFUL PERSON, INSIDE AND OUT. I WANTED TO KNOW HOW YOU WOULD THINK AS YOU AGED. YOU DIDN'T GET THE CHANCE. IT BREAKS MY HEART. NAIJAH. JOSH D. HUTCHINSON. IT FEELS LIKE YOU LEFT US. YOU DID. BUT YOU WERE TAKEN? THE CIRCUSMTANCES UNDERWHICH WERE VERY HORRIFYING. I AM THIRTY HONEY, AND I AM COLLEGE ORIENTED. I ENJOY STUDYING AND LEARNING. IT'S SO WEIRD. I'M ON A MISSION. YOU ARE PART OF THE MISSION. ALL OF YOU ARE. HONEY IS THE ONLY WOMAN ON THE LIST. I WILL WORK ON A PROJECT, WRITTEN, UNDER PEN NAMES FOR NAIJAH AND J.D. HUTCHINSON. THIS BOOK GIVES ME THE TINGLES. I DON'T KNOW THE FUTURE OF THIS BOOK, AFTER IT'S PUBLISHED. I DON'T KNOW. WHEN I THINK ABOUT THE RAMIFICATIONS ON THE FUTURE, I AM GRATEFUL. I FEEL LIKE GOD HAS A GUN TO MY HEAD. GOD GAVE ME LIFE. GOD GAVE ME CERTAIN SKILLS. GIFTS. GOD GIVES ME TIME. GOD GIVES ME GRACE. GOD GIVES ME DESTINY. FATE. TIME. IF I WASTE ALL OF THAT I'M HORRIBLE. EITHER WAY I SHALL TOO PASS. I TOO SHALL PASS. THEN NOTHING ELSE MATTERS OF ME BESIDES WHAT I LEFT BEHIND. 

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2.26.2020
WEDNESDAY FEBRUARY 26TH, 2020
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1:39PM EST - 2:19PM EST (SCENE ONE)
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 27TH, 2020
MS. KINYA TUZO'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY MS. KINYA
"THE FOREX FILM"
VANESSA B. STALLONE
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SESSION ONE: "THE FOREX FILM" SCENE SCRIPT OPENING SEQUENCE

SCENE: #1. MEMORIAL DAY 2018. ATLANTA. GEORGIA. RESORT CLUB HOUSE. MEETING. INTERIOR SHOT. I WAS SITTING IN A MEETING. IN DOWNTOWN ATLANTA. WITH MY MOM. I WAS 28. I HAD JUST MOVED BACK FROM NEW YORK STATE. SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I WAS THERE FOR FOUR MONTHS. LEFT IN PRE MID OCTOBER. BETWEEN THE 10TH-17TH, I WAS ABOUT TO MOVE. CAME BACK TO GEORGIA, FOR SIX MONTHS. FROM VALENTINE'S DAY 2018, TO AUGUST 10TH, 2018. I ARRIVED BACK IN SYRACUSE, NEW YORK, ON SUNDAY AUGUST 12TH. ON MEMORIAL DAY 2018. I ATTENDED A MEETING. I MARKETS LIVE. TEACHING FOREX. MY MOM SIGNED UP FOR IT WHILE I WAS IN NEW YORK, THE FIRST TIME. I WAS ASKING HER TO SIGN UP FOR CRYPTO CURRENCY HOLDING ACCOUNTS. AT 28 IN NEW YORK, THIS IS WHERE THE MIND WAS AT. HOLDING CRYPTO CURRENCY. I WAS INDEPENDENTLY RESEARCHING THE STOCK MARKET. BY THIS TIME, THE EMERGING MARKETS STRATEGY, WAS EMERGING FROM WITHIN. THIS IS THE STORY OF HOW EVERYTHING CAME TOGETHER. THIS IS THE STORY, OF HOW I EARNED MY FIRST BILLION DOLLARS. IT WAS A LONG ROAD. IT WAS THE ROAD LESS TRAVELED. IT HAS MADE ALL OF THE DIFFERENCE. MY MOM CALLED ME. I WAS IN NEW YORK. SHE TOLD ME SHE HAD SIGNED UP FOR IML. SHE SIGNED UP SO I COULD LEARN TO TRADE CURRENCY. MY MOTHER IS RESPONSIBLE FOR ME TRADING CURRENCY. SHE FORCED MY HAND. IT INEVITABLY DELVED ME RIGHT INTO THE WORLD OF FINANCIAL LEVERAGING. ON THE DAILY AND WEEKLY SPECTRUM. THE MONTHLY SPECTRUM. MEANING A CAREER SALARY, FOR ANY CAREER, COULD BE EARNED PERSONALLY. FROM ANY SALARY'S STANDARDS. ANY PROFESSION. THE SALARY CAN BE MATCHED USING FINANCIAL LEVERAGING. I HAD THE HOLDING STRATEGY READY. HOLD AS MANY CRYPTO CURRENCY UNITS AS POSSIBLE. DIGITAL CURRENCY UNITS. THE CURRENCY HOLDING STRATEGY COULD BE APPLIED TO THE STOCK MARKET AS WELL. THIS IS WHERE I WAS AT MENTALLY. HAVING THE ACQUISITION STRATEGY FOR ANY FINANCIAL SECURITY OR COMMODITY I WAS INTERESTED IN PURCHASING. NOW I WAS LOOKING INTO THE EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. I HAD BIOMETRICS, CYBER SECURITY AND MAYBE ONE OTHER INDUSTRY ON THE LIST AT THIS TIME. THE STRATEGY INVOLVED SIMPLE WORK ETHIC. PURCHASE AS MANY CRYPTO CURRENCY COINS AND STOCKS IN EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. AS MANY SHARES IN AS MANY COMPANIES OF THE EMERGING TECH INDUSTRIES. THIS IS WHERE MY MOTHER'S GENIUS ARRIVES. SHE MADE UP FOR DISCOURAGING MY INITIAL 2013 PURCHASE OF THREE FULL BTC. IN 2013 YOU DIDN'T CALL IT A FULL BTC, BC IT WAS A FULL BTC. IN 2017 BTC HIT $20K. NOW WE CALL THEM FULL BTC. THIS IS A FILM. LIFE IS A MOVIE. LIFE IS A DREAM. FILM YOUR DREAM. FILM YOUR MOVIE LIFE. THIS IS THE FILM FOR LIVING THE LIFE OF YOUR DREAMS. 

ENTER TITLE CARD: TITLE SEQUENCE INSERTED. "THE FOREX FILM TRILOGY VOLUME ONE: THE FOREX FILM"
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8:07PM EST - 8:29PM EST (SCENE NUMBER TWO)
8:30PM EST - (SCENES NUMBER THREE AND FOUR)
9:00PM EST
2.27.2020
THURSDAY FEBRUARY 27TH, 2020
MS. KINYA TUZO'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO MS. KINYA TUZO
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SESSION NUMBER TWO: CURRENCY TRADING DAY ONE
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SCENE: #2. STONE MOUNTAIN. GEORGIA. 30083. 714 HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR SHOT. DAY TIME. EVENING. 7PM. I HAD JUST GOTTEN BACK FROM WORK. AMWAY GLOBAL. JIMMY CARTER BLVD. THRU AUTOMATION PERSONNEL SERVICES. LAWRENCEVILLE. 2018. I WAS WORKING THERE BEFORE MOVING TO NEW YORK IN 2017. I RETURNED TO GEORGIA IN 2018. VALENTINE'S DAY. I RESUMED WORKING THRU AUTOMATION ON JIMMY CARTER BLVD. MEMORIAL DAY 2018. THE LAST HOLIDAY I EVER HAD BEFORE TRADING CURRENCY. EVERY HOLIDAY, FOR THE REST OF MY LIFE, WOULD BE SPENT CURRENCY TRADING. THIS IS THE STORY OF DAY ONE. THE DAY EVERYTHING CHANGED. I ARRIVED HOME FROM WORK. I HAD JUST GOTTEN SCAMMED FOR $1000 TOTAL. BETWEEN A BTC MINING SCAM AND A FOREX TRADER SCAM, FROM INSTAGRAM TROLLS. THEY SEEK YOU OUT WHEN YOU ARE LEARNING TO INVEST. TO HURT YOU. I BELIEVE ONE OF THEM WAS FOREIGN. IT HELPED ME IN THE END. IT SPURRED ME INTO REALIZING THE TRUTH. I WOULD HAVE TO MAKE THE TIME TO TRADE FOR MYSELF. ON JUNE 1ST, 2018, I BEGAN TRADING CURRENCY MYSELF. I HAVE BEEN MY OWN FOREX ACCOUNT MANAGER EVER SINCE. I GET HOME. I LOG INTO MY MOM'S JAFX ACCOUNT. BACK THEN, THEY ACCEPTED UNITED STATES RESIDENTS. CITIZENS LIVING HERE. THEY STOPPED ONE YEAR LATER. SO MANY THINGS I DID NOT KNOW IN YEAR ONE. IT IS NOW YEAR ONE AND A HALF. MY MOM HAD $100 IN HER BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. I OPENED THE TRADING ACCOUNT AND THE META TRADER WEB TERMINAL. I REMEMBER STARING AT THE SCREEN. I WAS JUST STARING AT THE SCREEN. FOR AN ENTIRE HOUR. THIS WAS THE GAMEPLAN. THE WEEK BEFORE I HAD ENTERED INTO A FEW TRADES. BASED ON SWIPE TRADES. THIS TAUGHT ME HOW TO EXECUTE TRADE ORDERS. I BEGAN LEARNING THE LINGO. I HAD TO LEARN WHICH CURRENCY PAIRS I WAS COMFORTABLE WITH. JAFX ALLOWED THE TRADING OF RIPPLE XRP. RIPPLE XRP IS A CRYPTO CURRENCY. A CRYPTO CURRENCY, USING AN ALTERNATE TECHNOLOGICAL FORM. THE ALTCOIN. THE FIRST ALTCOIN WAS MADE IN 2013. CLOSE TO IT. EVERY COIN EXCEPT THE BITCOIN, IS AN ALTCOIN. THE BITCOIN IS POWERED BY THE BLOCK CHAIN TECHNOLOGY. I STARTED TRADING RIPPLE XRP, AS WELL AS FOREIGN CURRENCIES. THE FORIEGN CURRENCIES I WAS TRADING WERE NZD RELATED. I LEARNED THE TOP THREE LOWEST MAJORS TO TRADE. THE AUSTRALIAN DOLLAR VS THE USD. THE NZD VS THE USD. THE EUR VS. THE GBP. AUD, NZD, VS. THE USD, AND EURGBP. THE EURO AND THE GREAT BRITISH POUND, ARE BASED IN EUROPE AND GREAT BRITIAN. THE LONDON SESSION. 7AM TO 4PM EST. THE NZD AND THE AUD ARE THE COMMON DENOMINATORS BETWEEN THE LIST OF FOREIGN CURRENCY PAIRS WE ARE TRADING AT THIS MOMENT. WE WILL TRADE THE OTHER CURRENCIES, AS WE CAN AFFORD THEM. FOR NOW, WE ARE TRADING THE COMMON DEMONIMATOR AND NUMBERS FAMILY TREE. 5 PLUS 4. IS RELATED TO 9 MINUS 5. I FORGET WHAT THEY CALL IT. STARTING OFF ON THE FIRST DAY, I DIDN'T KNOW WHAT TO THINK ABOUT IT. I JUST WANT TO LEARN FROM MY ERRORS. I MADE SO MANY ERRORS. FOR A YEAR AND A HALF. AN ENTIRE YEAR. I HAD TO TAKE NOTES ON THE RESULTS OF THE ACTIONS I TOOK IN THE FOREIGN CURRENCY EXCHANGE MARKET. FOREX. I WAS LEARNING TO TRADE FOREX PROPERLY. I WAS LEARNING TO PROPERLY TRADE FOREX, BY TRADING PERIOD. WHEN TRADING, YOU WILL BEGIN TRADING IN IMPROPER MANNERS. IT IS THE NOTE TAKING PROCESS OF THE IMPROPER MANNERISM, IN WHICH WE APPLY, GIVING US A CHANCE TO APPLY OUR LEARNED LESSONS IN FUTURE INSTANCES. THEN I INSTANTLY APPLIED WHAT I LEARNED, AS SOON AS I COULD FUND THE ACCOUNT AGAIN. IN SUCH STORIES, THERE ARE TALES OF LOSS AND GAIN. TALES OF JOY AND PAIN. THE PAIN ONLY CAME, FOR ME, FROM NOT REALIZING THE ILL FATED DECISION BEFOREHAND. FORESIGHT. HINDSIGHT IS ALWAYS TWENTY-TWENTY. THE MOMENT THE WRONG ENTERED TRADE BEGINS TO CRASH, YOU BEGIN TO LEARN EXACTLY WHAT YOU DID WRONG. INSTANTLY. IMMEDIATELY. INSTANTANEOUSLY. HINDSIGHT. TWENTY-TWENTY. 

SCENE #3. STONE MOUNTAIN. HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR. EVENING. 7PM EST.

THE NIGHT I STARED AT THE COMPUTER FOR AN HOUR. I BEGAN TRADING ON THE LAPTOP AND TABLET. I EVENTUALLY WOULD TRADE ON THE PHONE. BACK THEN, I LIVED WITH WIFI SO I COULD DO MY THING WITH THAT. I'LL HAVE WIFI UP HERE IN NEW YORK SOON AGAIN. I AM STARING AT THE COMPUTER SCREEN, ON WEB TERMINAL. META TRADER FOUR AND FIVE. I AM TRADING RIPPLE XRP. I AM ALSO TRADING NZDUSD AND OTHER CURRENCIES. I DID BEGIN TRADING RIPPLE XRP HEAVILY. WAY MORE THAN FOREIGN CURRENCY. I PRACTICED THE CURRENCY TRADING, THE FOREIGNS. THE DIGITAL CURRENCY CAUGHT MY INTEREST SO MUCH. RIPPLE XRP IS THE ONLY ONE SAFE TO TRADE. BITCOIN TRADING WILL MAKE YOU CRY. I AM SO GRATEFUL I WAS INITIATED INTO THE FOREX CULTURE. TRADING CULTURE. I'M IN THERE. I CAN SPEAK WITH ANY CURRENCY TRADER. I KNOW ENOUGH LINGO. I KNOW ENOUGH SCENARIOS. I TRADE EVERY DAY. THEY CAN LAUGH AT THE ERRORS THEY STOPPED MAKING YEARS AGO. I JUST STARTED, ONE YEAR AND HALF A YEAR AGO. THE STORIES I HAVE ARE PRICELESS. THE LESSONS, INVALUABLE. TIMELESS INSTANCES OF PULLING THE BEST UP OUT OF YOU. AS FAST AS YOU CAN. IF THE MAMBA MENTALITY, R.I.P. TO FLIGHT KOBE. IF THE MAMBA MENTALITY, WERE IMPLEMENTED INTO THE FINANCIAL WORLD OF INVESTMENTS FINANCIAL LEVERAGING OF FINANCIAL SECURITIES AND INSTRUMENTS. THE IMPLEMENTATION. THE FIERCE APPLICATION. WILL INVARIABLY CHANGE THE ENTIRE FABRIC OF YOUR PERSONAL REALITY. I'M STARING AT THE SCREEN. I AM WATCHING THE NUMBERS FLUCTUATE. AT THIS POINT, I WAS NOT USING TRADINGVIEW YET. I DID USE IT FROM THE BEGINNING. THAT FIRST NIGHT, I WAS STARING AT ONE CURRENCY PAIR. MAY HAVE BEEN NZDUSD. I MESSED WITH AUDUSD. YOU BEGIN TO REALIZE, AUDUSD IS ALWAYS SELLING. YOU BEGIN TO REALIZE THE USD IS ON SOME BULLSH HALF THE TIME. YOU NEVER KNOW, MESSING AROUND WITH THE USD. THIS IS WHY INVESTING THE USD IS SO IMPORTANT. FOR THE USD ISN'T REALLY WORTH ANYTHING. IT IS A GREEN LEAF WITH WRITING. EVERYONE WORSHIPS THE GREEN LEAF OF BENJAMIN FRANKLIN. I AM WATCHING THE TWO PRICES FLUCTUATE. I NOTICED IT WAS A TUG OF WAR BETWEEN TWO DIFFERENT CURRENCIES. AT TWO DIFFERENT PRICES. I WATCHED IT TO FIGURE OUT, IN WHICH DIRECTION IT WAS MOVING. I THINK IT WAS GOING UP. I WATCHED IT MOVE 100 POINTS UP AND DOWN. BACK AND FORTH 100 POINTS. SO I BEGAN TO OPEN TRADES. I CASHED OUT AT $1. 100 POINTS UP OR DOWN, IN THE RIGHT DIRECTION. I DID SO 15 TIMES IN ONE HOUR. WHEN THE HOUR WAS DONE. I STOPPED. I LOOKED AT THE SITUATION. I HAD JUST EARNED $15 IN AN HOUR, FROM THE COMPUTER. IT WAS CRAZY. I MAY HAVE BEEN EARNING $10 PER HOUR FROM EARNED INCOME. AMWAY GLOBAL. 

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SCENE: #4. STONE MOUNTAIN. HAIRSTON TRAIL. HOME. INTERIOR. EVENING. 9PM

THE FIRST NIGHT I TRADED RIPPLE XRP. CRYPTO. THE ALTCOIN. DIGITAL CURRENCY UNITS. RIPPLE WAS AT 60 PENNIES. ONE DIME ADDED TO TWO QUARTERS. THE FIRST WEEK TRADING RIPPLE XRP. THIS IS WHEN I REALIZED, MY FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING BATTING AVERAGE, WAS AT 700%. THE CRYPTO CURRENCY TRADING MARKET IS OPEN SEVEN DAYS PER WEEK. CRYPTO NEVER CLOSES. TWENTY FOUR SEVEN. EVERY SINGLE DAY. THE FOREIGN CURRENCY TRADING MARKET IS CLOSED FOR 36 HOURS. BETWEEN FRIDAY 5PM AND SUNDAY 5PM, THE FOREX MARKET IS CLOSED. MONDAY THRU FRIDAY, TWENTY FOUR HOURS PER DAY. ANOTHER JOB BASICALLY. CRYPTO WAS THE WEEKEND OVERTIME ONE COULD PUT IN. AS IF TRADING CURRENCY FOR 120 HOURS ISN'T STRENOUS ENOUGH MENTALLY, FOR THE BEGINNER ESPECIALLY. THE EASIER IT GETS, THE EASIER IT GETS. RIGHT? THAT WEEK OF TRADING RIPPLE, RIPPLE XRP WENT FROM 60 PENNIES, TO 68 PENNIES. IN TRADING UNIVERSES, THIS IS CALCULATED AS TEN CENTS PER POINT. EVERY PENNY, UP OR DOWN IN PRICE, CONTAINS 1000 POINTS. 1000 POINTS AT TEN CENTS PER POINT. $10 PER PENNY IN PRICE, PER TRADE. I WAS BUYING THE TRADES. NOT SELLING. I WAS SUPPOSED TO SELL AT 68 PENNIES. IT NEVER WENT HIGHER THAN THE 68. WITH THIS BEING MY FIRST WEEK IN TRADING, I DIDN'T KNOW. IT'S CONFUSING, TO TRADE FIAT CURRENCY AND DIGITAL CURRENCY, IN YOUR FIRST WEEK. NOW YOU HAVE TO LEARN DIFFERENT SETS OF RULES. IN RETROSPECT, IT HELPED ME ENHANCE FASTER. I HAD TWO MEASURES TO GO OFF OF. I NOTICED CRYPTO WENT IN THE OPPOSITE DIRECTION OF THE FIAT. I WOULDN'T HAVE KNOWN SO OTHERWISE. KNOWING SO WHEN TRADING COULD BENEFIT THE TRADER. IF THE HORSES ARE TRIPPING, THEN MAYBE THE ZEBRAS ARE NEXT. HORSES AND ZEBRAS. WHEN TRADING FIAT AND CRYPTO. TWO DIFFERENT ANIMALS. CRYPTO IS THE ZEBRA. THE DEERBRA. THE UNICORN. CRYPTO CAN FLUCTUATE 1000 POINTS DAILY. EASY. IN AN HOUR. BITCOIN IN AN HOUR, CAN GO UP OR DOWN A THOUSAND DOLLARS OR POINTS. RIPPLE XRP, MOVES AT ONE THOUSAND POINTS FLUCTUATING. BETWEEN ONE AND THREE THOUSAND POINTS. THE FIRST HOUR TRADING RIPPLE XRP? MY FIRST DAY TRADING RIPPLE XRP, I EARNED $50 IN THE FIRST HOUR. BY THE TIME THE WEEK WAS UP, MY FIRST WEEK TRADING FOREIGN AND CRYPTO CURRENCY. TRADING FIAT AND DIGITAL CURRENCIES, I EARNED $2000. FROM THE INITIAL $100 INVESTMENT. THE INITIAL INVESTMENT. $100. ALL THE WAY UP. NOW I CAN TELL YOU THE STORY OF WHAT HAPPENED NEXT. SPOILER ALERT. I DIDN'T TAKE THE MONEY OFF OF THE TABLE. FIRST WEEK ERRORS. SPOILER ALERT. I DIDN'T TAKE ANY MONEY OFF OF THE TABLE UNTIL NOVEMBER OF 2019. THE ONE YEAR AND A HALF MARK. TO PAY HALF MY RENT IN SYRACUSE, NEW YORK. I WANTED TO KEEP THE MONEY ON THE ACCOUNT, ACTIVELY TRADING, UNTIL I KNEW HOW THE MARKET MOVED, BACK AND FORTH, EACH AND EVERY DAY. I NEEDED TO KNOW WHEN TO SWITCH. I NEEDED TO KNOW HOW MANY TIMES PER DAY TO SWITCH. HOW MANY TIMES PER WEEK TO SWITCH. I NEEDED TO KNOW. THE BEST WAY TO FIND OUT, WAS TO HAVE THE MONEY STILL ON THE LINE. I NEEDED TO KNOW WHEN THE DIRECTION WOULD DOUBLE THE PROFIT. I NEEDED TO KNOW, WHEN THE CRASH WOULD COME IF ONE DID NOT SWITCH. I WANTED TO KNOW HOW TO RIDE THE FLUCTUATIONS. I AM SO CLOSE. 

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7:42PM EST - 8:04PM - 8:20PM EST
(SCENES NUMBER FIVE AND SIX)
2.28.2020
FRIDAY FEBRUARY 26TH, 2020
SHIESHA JOHNSON'S BIRTHDAY
HAPPY BIRTHDAY SHIESHA JOHNSON
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SESSION NUMBER THREE: KNOW YOU
KNOW YOU
SCENE 5: WE SEE. THE COMPUTER. INTERIOR. SHOT. DAY TIME. HOME. STONE MOUNTAIN.

OK. THE DAY WE EARNED $700 IN ONE AFTERNOON SHIFT. TRADING FOREX. FOREIGN CURRENCY. ACTUALLY. BACK THEN WE WERE TRADING RIPPLE XRP. WHAT WE DIDN'T KNOW BACK THEN. TRADING RIPPLE XRP. FROM THE MOMENT. THE DAY WE BEGAN TRADING RIPPLE XRP. IN THE FIRST WEEK TRADING FOREX. WE WOULD ONLY SEE PROFITS FROM BUYING RIPPLE XRP. UNTIL THE 8000TH POINT UP. NO FORCES FROM THE UNIVERSE WHISPERED IT TO ME. THE WHISPER. WAS XXXTENTACION'S PASSING. RIPPLE XRP NEVER BOUNCED BACK FROM X'S DEATH. I FELT LIKE MANY X FANS OWNED RIPPLE AND JUST CASHED OUT. THEY SAID EFF IT YA'LL. IT'S HOW I FELT. I DID NOT KNOW ANYTHING ABOUT X. I WROTE "PRINCE WHO KNEW TOO MUCH". 1 AND 2. "THE PRINCE'S PHILO. I WAS ON THE TRADING FRONTLINES WHEN X PASSED. I WATCHED RIPPLE CRASH FROM 68 PENNIES. TO 21 PENNIES. THOUSANDS OF DOLLARS IF NOT A MILLION TRADING RIPPLE XRP. SELLING IT. FROM 68 TO 21. 40,000 POINTS DUDE. AAT TEN CENTS PER POINT. PER TRADE. PER TRADING ACCOUNT. PER BROKERAGE ACCOUNT. PER ACCOUNTS MANAGED. YOU GOTTA GET IT? YES. YOU GOTTA GET IT. I'M NOT THE ONLY ONE WHO GETS IT. ARE YOU ONE OF US? WON OF US? WE ARE TALKING EMPIRE BUILDING. HERE PEOPLE. HOW TO BUILD THE EMPIRE. FOR CRAPS AND GIGGLES MAN. WE THOUGHT IT WAS HILARIOUS. WE DID IT. THE MILLENIAL PUT THE FOREX FILM TOGETHER. FOR CRAPS AND GIGGLES. ACTUALLY. FOR MUCH MORE. WAY MORE. HOW MUCH MORE? WAY, WAY MORE. WE NEED NOT SAY MORE. WE SEE MORE. SEYMOUR? IN RETROSPECT. THE RETROSPECTIVE VIEW. MORE LIKE ZERO POINT GOOFY. IT TOOK ONE YEAR AND A HALF. THIS SUNDAY. WE ARE EXCITED TO TEST IT. IT WORKS. WE GO UNDERGROUND. THE STRATEGY IS LEAKED. IF IT WORKS. I NEED NOT SAY ANTHING ELSE EVER. IT WORKS. IF IT WORKS. I GO INTO HIDING. BUILDING THE EMPIRE. I JUST WANT TO BE SAFE. I JUST WANT TO BE SECURE. I JUST WANT TO BE AWAY FROM BULLETS AND ASSASSINS. I WANT PEACE. I WANT LONGEVITY. I JUST WANT TO SET UP. THE FAMILY. WITH A BILLION DOLLAR EMPIRE. ANY SECOND OF LIFE AFTER THIS IS JUST. A CHANCE TO ABSOLUTELY. BETTER. THE ENTIRE WORLD. SPEND HUNDREDS OF MILLIONS ON ENHNCING THE QUALITY OF LIFE. OF MILLIONS OF STRANGERS, WHY WE ARE IN HIDING? IT'S JUST DEFENSE MODE. THERE IS NO OFFENSIVE. IF ANYTHING. THE OFFENSE ONLY COMES AFTER MY DEATH. THEN EVERYTHING IS IN STONE. IF THE STONE. IS MESMERIZING. I COMPLETED THE MISSION. GOD BLESSED US. WITH THIS LIFE. IN EVERY WAY. IN ALL WAYS. GOD WAS ALWAYS. MIGHTY FAVORABLE TO YOU. YOU SAW SOME STUFF. IN LIFE. IT HURTS. IT'S THAT HURT. FUELING DESIRES. YOU'RE DESIRING SOME OTHER THAN THE IMPOSSIBLE. THE ONLY IMPOSSIBILITY. IN LIFE. IS TO NOT FEEL PAIN. LIFE IS PAIN. ANYTHING ELSE. WILL BE DONE. BY THE GREATNESS WITHIN. ONLY FIVE PERCENT STAY TO THEMSELVES. TO STUDY THEMSELVES. ENOUGH TO KNOW ENOUGH. TO GET WHAT THEY WANT. FROM LIFE. THEY CAN ANSWER YOUR QUIZ, ON THEMSELVES. ASK 1000 QUESTION OF THEM. GET 1000 INTERESTING ANSWERS THEY MAY HAVE. ALREADY CONSIDERED. OR MORE INTERESTING. IF THEY HAVEN'T YET. IN RETROSPECT. INTROSPECTING. IS THE BEST THING. YOU CAN ONLY KNOW YOURSELF. KNOWING SOME ONE ELSE AS A PURSUIT, IS HOPELESS. KNOW YOURSELF. 

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SCENE #6:. STONE MOUNTAIN. HOME. HOUSE. DAY. INTERIOR SHOT. WE SEE. THE TABLET. I REMEMBER THE GARAGE. 719 HAIRSTON TRAIL. RECORDING THE 24 HOUR TRADING AUDIO JOURNAL. RECORDING EVERY SESSION. OF THE FOREX TRADING. THE ASIAN SESSION. SESSION ASIA. OVERNIGHT. THIRD SHIFT. EARLY BIRDS. NIGHT OWLS. THOSE IN-BETWEEN. STAYING UP ALL NIGHT. FIGURING OUT. WHEN WHAT HAPPENS. HAVING MONEY ON THE LINE. WATCHING WHEN IT DOUBLES. WATCHING WHEN IT CRASHES. OH IT HAS TO CRASH. YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT YOU'RE DOING. YOUR INSTINCTS HAAVE PROVEN. TO BE ACCURATE. HALF THE TIME. WHEN YOU LISTEN TO IT. IT'S ABOUT BEING ABLE TO READ THE MARKET. BASED YOUR HISTORICAL CHART. OF TRADING THE FOREIGN CURRENCY. LET'S SKIP TO THE LOSSES. BESIDES NOT CASHING OUT. THE RIPPLE XRP PROFITS. BUYING IT. IN THE FIRST WEEK. TRADING. ONCE YOU STARTED TRADING FOREIGN CURRENCY MAINLY. YOU STILL TRADE IT. NZD, AUD, USD, EURGBP. PACING. THRU THE GARAGE. PACING INTO THE GARAGE. PACING OUTSIDE. CONFUSED. SO CONFUSED. OH SO CONFUSED. INCREDIBLY. ACTUALLY. IN ACTUALITY. THINKING THIS IS REALITY. WHEN THE PROFIT IS DOWN. ASKING IS THIS REALITY? WHEN THE PROFIT IS UP. IN RETROSPECT. THIS IS WHEN YOU CASH OUT. AND SCREAM. THIS IS REALITY. 

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FRIDAY FEBRUARY 28TH, 2020
SHIESHA JOHNSON'S BIRTHDAY YA'LL
HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO SHIESHA JOHNSON.
AYEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE.
TURN UP!!!
2.28.2020
9:15PM EST - 9:45PM EST
(SCENES NUMBER SEVEN AND EIGHT)

GTA Online is Rockstar's incredibly popular cash cow that has been keeping gamers busy since 2013. Although the game should be relatively mature at this stage in its life, it still has plenty of flaws, such as horrendous loading times. These loading time issues have annoyed countless players, and now one player has tracked down the root issue to improve performance.
GTA V fan T0ST recently picked up GTA Online again to finish some new heists that have come out since he last played, but he was "shocked (/s) to discover that it still loads just as slow as the day it was released 7 years ago." With some grit, determination, and perhaps even some spite, T0ST decided it was "time to get to the bottom of this."
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In the process of digging into GTA Online, T0ST had to do due diligence and research to make sure no one else figured out the problem. Once it was established that no one had, he ran some benchmarks on his PC with an aging FX-8350 CPU, NVIDIA GeForce GTX 1070 GPU, 16GB of DDR3, and a "cheap-o" Kingston SSD. Though these parts may be old, they should be plenty to get GTA Online off the ground in decent time, but that is not what happened. According to the data in the blog post, T0ST got into the story mode in approximately one minute and ten seconds, whereas it took nearly six minutes to get into online mode. After some polling, it appears that many other users are having the same issue . What could be happening here?
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Using the task manager, T0ST found that his CPU was being eaten for around four minutes during GTA Online's load process. Perhaps it was just a bottleneck happening on his CPU alone, but that would not make much sense. To track down the issue, T0ST went to dump the running processes' stack, showing where the offending process is happening in RAM. This information, acquired through Luke Stackwalker, gave T0ST a place to look for whatever was causing issues.
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After falling down the rabbit hole of trying to track down where the memory pointed, it all started to come together through assembly code reading and obfuscation. Evidently, when loading into GTA Online, a whopping 10MB worth of JSON is being parsed. It seems that it is data for something called "net shop catalog," which is likely just all the things purchasable in GTA Online using in-game currency.
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Why this parsing takes so long is due to a function used called sscanf, which, in this instance, can be loosely equated to reading Romeo and Juliet by reading one word, then rereading the play, and then jumping back to the next word in the play. Furthermore, there is another bad programming issue just beside sscanf, which goes through the entire list of JSON entries in an array, one by one, and checks to see if there are duplicates by comparing a unique ID assigned to each item called a hash. Ultimately, it is a lot of extra and unnecessary work that slows down everything.
To solve this issue, T0ST decided to write a .dll (Dynamic Linked Library) and inject it into GTA so that sscanf is effectively streamlined. Also, rather than running duplication checks, they can just be skipped as items inserted into the storage array will always be unique, as was set up during the parsing effort. Once T0ST injected the DLL into GTA with both issues fixed, he saw his load times go from around six minutes down to a solid approximate two minutes.
As T0ST explains, this "won't solve everyone's load times - there might be other bottlenecks on different systems, but it's such a gaping hole that I have no idea how R* has missed it all these years." Ultimately, Rockstar needs to dig into this issue to save all GTA Online players headaches during loading. If you want to see what T0ST did exactly, you can check out his GitHub here and see what is going on. In any case, perhaps we will soon get an official statement from the development company, so keep an eye on HotHardware for updates.

In order for a takeover to occur, an acquiring company would need to gain controlling interest of RIDE's outstanding shares buying up at least 50% of them. After FoxConn's final investments and including the 50.2m shelf offering, RIDE's outstanding share count will be sitting around 307m. So if an OEM was looking to add an EV brand as a subsidiary under their umbrella and gain access to LMC's manufacturing capabilities and their connections with the MIH and contract manufacturer FoxConn, they would be looking at needing to own a little over 150m shares right?
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Hypothetically speaking, let's say an OEM has already approached LMC's board of directors and said we're here to take you over, but let's be friendly about it. LMC's board wouldn't say a word about it to anyone no matter how bad the stock fell. Maybe they've agreed to a premium price for those 50.2m shares LMC has ready to offer up. Let's get crazy and say they're willing to buy those at $10 for $500m. That acquiring company would still need to somehow find enough shares to buy 100m more on the open market (maybe Steve Burns is helping with that). The current share price while meaning nothing to LMC's management would mean a lot for an interested OEM maneuvering to acquire them. Buying those 50m shares at a premium to inject them with capital can be offset nicely with buying twice as many shares at current sub $1 prices on the open market. That could all play out for less than $600m invested by an OEM in which they would not just partner with but own the controlling stake in LMC. In that scenario, wouldn't current shareholders still own shares in whatever the resulting company is after a restructuring is done by the acquiring OEM?
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All speculation, but worthy of discussion in my opinion. An acquisition may be the only path forward if partnerships can't be found that are mutual enough for both OEM companies to exist independently of each other and our board is filled with executives that have M&A experience. Whatever that premium price is for the 50m share offering, buying 100m more on the open market at current prices would result in a cost average that rivals FoxConn's invesment in RIDE too. A ~$600m buyout of LMC that comes with a manufacturing contract with FoxConn and the same production capacity that VW and Ford are spending $2-$6b on to achieve by 2026. Such a take over tactic could change sentiment in the stock drastically and that OEM could even be holding a positive position by the time the dust settles in the market after completing their open market buys then announcing their acquisition publicly that reveals what the premium price will be to buy LMC's shelf offering.
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In what other ways could an M&A play out if a partnership isn't found? Any flaws that blow a hole in my theoretical scenario?

In order for a takeover to occur, an acquiring company would need to gain controlling interest of RIDE's outstanding shares buying up at least 50% of them. After FoxConn's final investments and including the 50.2m shelf offering, RIDE's outstanding share count will be sitting around 307m. So if an OEM was looking to add an EV brand as a subsidiary under their umbrella and gain access to LMC's manufacturing capabilities and their connections with the MIH and contract manufacturer FoxConn, they would be looking at needing to own a little over 150m shares right?
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Hypothetically speaking, let's say an OEM has already approached LMC's board of directors and said we're here to take you over, but let's be friendly about it. LMC's board wouldn't say a word about it to anyone no matter how bad the stock fell. Maybe they've agreed to a premium price for those 50.2m shares LMC has ready to offer up. Let's get crazy and say they're willing to buy those at $10 for $500m. That acquiring company would still need to somehow find enough shares to buy 100m more on the open market (maybe Steve Burns is helping with that). The current share price while meaning nothing to LMC's management would mean a lot for an interested OEM maneuvering to acquire them. Buying those 50m shares at a premium to inject them with capital can be offset nicely with buying twice as many shares at current sub $1 prices on the open market. That could all play out for less than $600m invested by an OEM in which they would not just partner with but own the controlling stake in LMC. In that scenario, wouldn't current shareholders still own shares in whatever the resulting company is after a restructuring is done by the acquiring OEM?
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All speculation, but worthy of discussion in my opinion. An acquisition may be the only path forward if partnerships can't be found that are mutual enough for both OEM companies to exist independently of each other and our board is filled with executives that have M&A experience. Whatever that premium price is for the 50m share offering, buying 100m more on the open market at current prices would result in a cost average that rivals FoxConn's invesment in RIDE too. A ~$600m buyout of LMC that comes with a manufacturing contract with FoxConn and the same production capacity that VW and Ford are spending $2-$6b on to achieve by 2026. Such a take over tactic could change sentiment in the stock drastically and that OEM could even be holding a positive position by the time the dust settles in the market after completing their open market buys then announcing their acquisition publicly that reveals what the premium price will be to buy LMC's shelf offering.
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In what other ways could an M&A play out if a partnership isn't found? Any flaws that blow a hole in my theoretical scenario?

Sailesh sat listlessly watching the rain drops just lazily slapping the window pane he was next to. He'd just arrived from a flight not long ago. Not only could he still feel the strain the long flight had on his knees, he was yearning to perhaps, stretch them out. But an Asar in Kathmandu doesn't relent. The downpour was vicious, often making it difficult to have any fun time. Forget hiking, he'd be lucky to even get past the hotel without getting soaking wet. As he took another long swig of his cigarette, he contemplated the life choice that led him to the place he was currently. Surely, it'd mark a closure, perhaps seal the old wound. He'd relish this.
As his breath clashed with the pane, and fog slightly formed, he was interrupted by the host,"So brother, what will you be having today?". He impatiently waved him off, angry that the waiter had interrupted his train of thoughts. The waiter, rather meekly said,"So will you have anything else, sir? This is your 6th peg, Mother was wondering if you'd like anything else". Sailesh softly chuckled before replying "I'm waiting". As the waiter gave him a knowing nod, and gently faded away, he took another swig of the whiskey he was drinking. Cheap shit will always be cheap, in this shithole, he thought to himself. Still, anything to get that familiar burn down your throat, with the slight buzzy sensation in your temple. For the money he was tossing at it, he couldn't possibly complain. It would be that he dearly missed his scotch - his favorite poison. He rapped at the table impatiently, she hasn't changed a bit, had she? Always taking her sweet time. As he could make out the silhouette of a woman with a child through the foggy glass, he grew excited: "She came, she finally did!". Not only that realization made him jerk back from him day dreaming, he proceeded to straighten up, and pull his hair back. After taking a few moments to compose himself, he hailed the waiter silently to take away the glass and empty his ash tray. As the entrance door slowly opened, he could make out his once love of his life, slowly approaching him with a kid, hers, presumably. Aakanshya was a woman of sophistication, and absolute grace. The moment she walked towards you, you'd feel a gentle breeze on your forehead, whilst the back of your throat dried out, and you just wanted to steal a gaze from her, as long as time allowed. Her full lips often made you aware that even despite not smiling, she had a soft, gentle curve that made her face have this motherly touch that was simply inexplicable. Suffice to say, Sailesh felt a cocktail of emotions within him brewing, as he looked at a woman he admired so much.
As she sat down with the kid, Sailesh gently motioned towards her. After a brief eye contact, he felt as if they were pulled down, away from it. Perhaps he still had feelings for her. Perhaps he was here to find out why things happened, the way they did. Still, he could feel the pangs of that same constricting pain in his heart, as if someone, or something, held it. It took an effort breathing in. And thus, he started, "So Aaku...". Aaku gently smiled back, that same smile he now knew he yearned for more than 5 years. As she waved, the kid chimed in, "Is he the uncle you were talking about, mummy?". Aakanshya slowly nodded, then proceeded to speak, "Yes, Sailesh uncle here is my best childhood friend. We practically grew up together, just like you and Saakshi". "Eww, Momma grew up with a boy? That's so funny hahaha". "No Arya, uncle here was very good at tying my ribbons! Firstly, say hi to uncle, will you, dear?" Arya suddenly shouted, "Namastey Sailesh uncle!" in a manner that could only be described as being contagious. It was impossible not to have your heart melt right there and there, this some five odd years old brat, speaking in the cutest manner possible. Sailesh extended his hand "I'm Sailesh, how old are you?". Arya looked puzzled at the hand offered to her, promptly looking towards her mother for clues on what to do. As Aakanshya motioned Arya to shake his hand, Arya followed suit. Sailesh hasn't shook a hand that was more tender, warm in a while. As he dismissed her hand, he directed his gaze towards Aakanshya. "How long has it been, again?" he said, words slightly slurred. Perhaps the whiskey finally hit. As Aakanshya drew a long breath, Sailesh leaned back, reaching for his zippo. That's when he noticed her hard gazed, the same stone cold, disappointed pair of the most beautiful doe eyes one could imagine, staring through him. As he followed her gaze to Arya, it hit him that perhaps lighting a cigarette in front of a child, wasn't the best of decisions. Arya chortled,"Look momma, uncle smokes too, just like Daddy!". As Aakanshya frowned,"Momma are you about to shout at uncle?", with the most innocent of eyes. Sailesh bit his lips in a mixture of embarrassment, and restlessless. Yeah, fucking A man, fucking A, light a cig right in front of the kid.
"So how have you been?" Sailesh said, huffing after his own silliness. Aakanshya answered,"I'm doing great, Sailu, how are you doing?". "Doing fine. Company offered me a vacation plan, I rejected, caught the very first plane from Cali straight here so I could perhaps go visit old friends. But with this weather...", Sailesh chuckled. Aaku sighed, "Well, that's a nice change I suppose. You always were the overworker". As Sailesh motioned the waiter yet again, he asked Arya, bored, "So what will you have, Arya?" Arya took the menu, and immediately pointed at what she wanted : An icecream. Well, she was certainly her mother's child, this girl. Once the orders were placed, Sailesh spoke "So what are you doing these days?" Aakanshya slowly turned her head towards Arya, and said "Well, mostly taking care of Arya. Housework was much more difficult than I imagined", she smiled softly. "How long are you staying?" Sailesh sighed,"Hard to tell. I can return anytime, but I was looking to meet old faces here. Suffice to say that's nigh impossible at this weather. So I'm probably going to get holed up in a hotel till I get back home". "And how are your parents, how's Aunty doing?" "You know they're dead, Aaku. Why must you ask?" Aakashya's eyes widened,"When?". Sailesh bitterly replied,"It's been what, 2-3 years?" "I'm sorry, Sailesh, I didn't know that". Sailesh's lips curved ironically, as he smiled and retorted,"Well, it's none of your business anyway, so there". Before those words were barely out, he regretted saying it. "But I do care. And I'm sorry." Sailesh could see hints of tear well up in her eyes. "Sorry I wasn't there for Aunty and Uncle". Sailesh whipped back, "Well they'd not count on it, after all, you abandoned me". Aakanshya look at Sailesh, with a look of surprise, speechless. Arya, startled, looked at Aakanshya, "Mommy, are you crying? Are you about to have a fight with uncle, just like daddy?" Sailesh asked, opportunistically, "Do mommy and daddy get in fights often?" "Yes, daddy shouts at mommy, and mommy shuts the door and cries. It's really sad, you know -" Aakanshya interrupted Arya's monologue, and quietly motioned her to hush. So Sailesh went into brooding, before letting out his next question, "You're happy with him, aren't you?" He could feel Aakanshya visibly disturbed, silent. Perhaps blaming her from the get go wasn't the best of ideas. At the same moment, the orders were served, and that was the end of that. As mere small talked, veiled in pain were exchanged on both sides, Sailendra couldn't help but walk down back the memory lane.
It was that night, that had been their last. They had sneaked out of their friend's wedding together, got to his apartment, then started making love. Intimacy with her was a special time, he'd only been vulnerable with so many women. As they rolled over the bed, he had gotten up to look at the moon-lit fields across the window. He had sat down in the arm chair, contemplating the difficulties ahead in life. He was but merely deep in thought, when she had rolled over, glistening in sweat beads, whilst gently being caressed by the moonlight. That's when she'd said, "Sailu, we should get married, na?" He had but merely scoffed, looking at her saying, "Babe, I'm hitting the states next week, I won't be back for at least 4 years, you seriously think I'd be able to take care of myself, let alone you?!" Whilst running his fingers on her playfully, he'd find her smiling slightly, then turning over, pulling the blankets. And that was the exchange they had, before she abruptly called Sailesh a week after he landed on states, stating she was getting married soon. And him, in a foreign land, feeling utterly dejected, and betrayed. Why did she choose this banker, over him? What possibly could that bald jerk give her, that he couldn't?
As Sailesh was wading through the free fall of his thoughts, reality struck when Arya tugged at his jacket. "Uncle, will you come home? I'll show you my doll". Sailesh, frowning, shook his head. Suppose it was time to part ways. The visit had been extempore, after all. He had called her on messenger right as he landed, perhaps to make peace with himself. Though how exactly this meeting ended up making him any less disturbed than he already was: He wouldn't know. All he knew was the ship had sailed, and he was left out in the rain. As the bills were paid, and they stood in front of the restaurant under umbrellas, Sailesh said "Well, guess this is it then. Take care, alright?" As Aakanshya turned after nodding, he could have sworn he saw her back shake.
As he stood there, questioning himself, all the while lighting his cigarette, he couldn't help but kick himself for being an ass. Perhaps he went too hard on her. After all, she did come, didn't she? And yet, he was right there, in the same spot she left her, 6 years back. As the gentle pitter patters of droplets onto the puddle singed but meekly, he looked at the mother-daughter slowly walking away from her. He was but just there, looking at her, then her daughter, a spitting image of her, going away, engrossed in conversation. As he scratched his nape, he couldn't help but spot a familiar birthmark on little Arya. Something he had grown accustomed to, often bemoaned about for being unsightly. Then it dawned him, that perhaps, this would be the last time he'd see her, as he couldn't possibly face himself after today's charades.
Not after what just happened, not after what he said to her.

Dear patience,
They all told me to just forget you from the get. My sister told me to consider myself lucky to have never experienced unrequited love. I definitely don’t feel lucky anymore.
I’ve loved too many times. I didn’t want to love again. But it was you. You rose from the dead and back into my life a whole decade later. All these years I kept you in the back of my mind thinking, “what if?” There was no one else. That’s how strongly I was pulled to you.
I wanted to think it was chemistry. I wanted what I felt, to manifest into something real. I crawled out of the dark hole that I’d been for over a year. I looked up and saw a glimmer of hope, and that is what propelled me to start trying to pick up and get better. I know people say I should have done it for myself. But that’s just the way it happened. Even though you couldn’t love me back, you inadvertently helped me to show love to myself.
I wanted you to be the one. SO BADLY. I STILL want that. I want to fall asleep next to you. I want to sit across from you at the coffee table every morning. I’ll cook the eggs you cook the sausage. I want to surprise you with a weekend getaway; somewhere private where you can FINALLY get all dressed up and just let loose and be yourself. I want to laugh with you about stupid shit everyday. You know, no one makes me laugh harder… and I want to be there in the dark times too. I can hold you when you cry. I want our kids to have your smile.
You can’t always get what you want. I want you to be happy. I want me to be happy too. I just really really wanted to be happy with you. But you don’t feel how I feel. And I don’t know if that’s because the chemistry between us is all in my head or if you just aren’t ready to share so much of yourself with another person. The latter would be a shame. I know we will be friends, ride or die. And if you realize someday that you feel what I feel, don’t make me wait.
-passions

I've inherited a codebase that makes copious use of merge statements running against a mishmash of Azure SQL Databases and Azure Managed SQL Instances. For the most part, they have tablockx (yes, x) hints on them, and a few have holdlockx (again, x). I also discovered that application errors were being sent into the ether of a mailbox that no longer exists... Once I fixed that, the avalanche of timeouts came crashing in.
First off, I've always been leery of merge statements in general due to all the issues that used to be. I have no idea what the state of anything is now in 2023, so if there's nothing to worry about anymore, great.
What I always was taught was that *if* you need to use a merge statement, you needed to put a holdlock, but that would be sufficient; no exclusive anything, no table wide anything, etc.... But, in general, don't use merge statements. Instead, KISS and just do a regular transaction, select to see if you need to insert or update, do your business, and then commit the transaction.
Is that logic still true today? Avoid merges, but if you can't avoid them, use a holdlock (not x) hint?
Also, does anyone have any idea why past devs would have used tablockx the majority of the time for merge statements? A couple of the tables are one-to-one tables (mainly around adding an entity to a user, but the user only has one of them), but many are one-to-many. My suspicion is "they just read about it, and it worked, so they went with it and never dug deeper into the whys and the wherefores, plus years ago the scale of the app was sufficiently small that nothing bad happened." but there could be corner cases I haven't thought of/don't know about that might make sense.
PS - if it matters, there are precious few defined foreign keys (foreign keys just get in the way of data being put in/removed, dontchaknow!), and virtually no triggers

This is a long story. I am sharing this for anyone who is considering purchasing from Wyrmwood Gaming.
May last year, our family decided to convert our family room into a gaming room. After much deliberation, we settled on a Prophecy table as a centerpiece for the room. Time passed. We selected woods, fabrics, and other table customizations. In November last year, our table shipped. The story goes downhill from here.
The table was delivered November 30th, minus a bench. We had ordered two benches with the table: one of which had been misplaced during transport. It magically appeared four hours later, after being located in a nearby warehouse. Unfortunately, the table was damaged in several places. I would like to hope that the damage occurred whilst in transit, although this can cannot be proved.
One of the center panels of the table had several gouges in the wood, and one of the ends of the table had a scratch in the wood (this scratch looked like it occurred during transport). Immediately, I contacted Wyrmwood, and informed them of the damage. They promised swift resolution. Wyrmwood has a concierge for Prophecy tables, who took point on this.
Every week, I reached out to Wyrmwood to enquire about remediation. December passed. Nothing. January passed. Nothing. In February, after two months of no movement, a repair person of Wyrmwood's choice was found. A time was scheduled for repairs.
Repairs were made, the scratches are no longer visible... but... the table finish has proved challenging. The repair person has now visited five times. They have been unable to match the finish on the rest of the table. The Prophecy table has a low-gloss matt finish. As the scratches only appeared in a couple of areas, our table is now something of a Franken-table of finishes: none of which match unfortunately.
I have watched the repairperson work. They have now attempted refinishing portions of the table multiple times. I honestly believe that they are competent, and have done everything that can.
What is Wyrmwood's response to this? Well, their concierge escalated to their VP of Furniture (who also happens to be their Head of Executive Management (and their Head of Human Resources). I have received no response in weeks. I have emailed. I have called. It is a black hole. It feels like this falls under the category of "it is too hard to resolve", hence my communication attempts go to dev/null.
There more details to the story! Before escalating, the concierge offered one thousand dollars of store credit if I would accept the damage as is. I politely declined, which in turn triggered the escalation to the VP of Furniture. According to the concierge, "they really want to talk to me". This may well be the case, but I have yet to hear from them.
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This is not my first interaction with Wyrmwood. In 2016, I purchased a deckbox from them, together with a hero vault. Since then, I backed their Sentinel Deckbox Kickstarter, then went on to purchase multiple purpleheart deckboxes, a gabon ebony deckbox, and several dice boxes, and sets of dice. In all of these other instances, I only once had an issue where I was sent a product made of the wrong wood, which was remedied within two weeks. Additionally, I leveraged the craftsman's promise twice, for repairs to deckboxes.
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The interactions around the Prophecy table have me stumped. It is their premium product. The most expensive product they sell, by a large margin. Yet, 114 days since our Prophecy table was delivered, it remains in an unsatisfactory condition. The kicker: Wyrmwood seem highly disinterested in resolving the situation. Buyer beware!