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AI, like any tool, has it's positives and negatives. Unfortunately, the folks that created the AIs refused to self-regulate their use, which led to rampant abuse and an overwhelmingly negative view of the product they want to sell. They shot themselves in the foot. Negatives: - Scammers are using them at record numbers to rob people of their life savings. - Generative AI uses a lot of resources. This can be managed by investing into proper cooling equipment, but they would rather save money by abusing local water supplies. - Used to spread massive amounts of disinformation, which has real world consequences. Positives: - AI has allowed disabled people to do things they've never been able to do before. - Several models have been developed to help doctors diagnose patients. In their first large scale test, the AI improved accurate diagnosis by 30-50%. *See anecdote below* - Like Photoshop, it can allow creative people who can't afford Hollywood style special F/X to share their vision. This one comes with the caveat that it remain a tool and not the sole creator. Anecdotally: I was having a lot of health issues over the last few years. A friend who is working on a medical AI model with his university asked if I would like him to put my medical records through the AI and see what it said. I agreed and the AI suggested I get tested for colon cancer. My doctor insisted it wasn't necessary, so I paid out of pocket for a Cologuard test. That came back Abnormal, which convinced my doctor to refer me for a colonoscopy. They found stage 3a colorectal cancer, so I went through nearly six months of targetted treatment, two surgeries, and I've been in continued treatment for a year now. All of that is to say the medical AI model saved my life, because it definitely would have progressed to stage 4, and the end of my life, if I hadn't gotten tested when I did. -
By Baby Jemma · Posted
Hey, I have a Ride of the Valkyries chapter! As a content warning, we have visceral body horror and torture (particularly in the soul-in-hell variety). Viewer discretion is advised. So, here we go~ - Chapter Seven: So, I Travelled Back, Down That Road, Will She Come Back? No One Knows, I Realize, Yeah, It Was Only Just a Dream... (Just a Dream, Nelly) - Delaney was having a good time trying to communicate with her new friend, babbling as much as she could, even with her drooling, somehow making sense to the older infant and the older infant’s words making sense to her. Keavy actually seemed really nice, really kind, wanting to help the newborn. She had a liking of animals similar to hers as well: loving doggies and kitties. The newborn girl didn’t exactly know what doggies and kitties were, even when Keavy explained what they were, but she supposed she could understand Keavy’s feelings, especially with her own liking for those large animals (horseys, right?), even when the horseys had eight legs. Then there was the pink bulb thing in her mouth that she was sucking on, the comfort of a fresh thick thing on her bottom, even the comfy pink thing she was swaddled in. All of those things made her feel happy and squirmy. Maybe not as much as feeding from Mommy (now that made her feel glee and serenity from the tip of her nose to her tiny toes as she fed), but very happy and squirmy, nonetheless. “So, you wanna get to Vawkywie Pwivate wanking?” Keavy asked. Delaney was a little confused at that. She somehow understood “Valkyrie”; that’s what she was, and she knew it, but “Private”? That was a bit much for her. “Oh, is when you get tawoo one yeaw owd,” the older infant explained. “You choishe, of couwshe; you can stay at newbown cwasshe if you wanna, but me wanna hewp Mommy an’ Auntie ash much ash me can.” “Okee...” Delaney pondered it. Something in her told her that Mommy wanted her to stay at this “newborn class” for a longer time, for whatever grown-up reason. It would be fun to grow up, she supposed, but then would she have to get rid of Mommy’s milkies? Or the thick pink thing around her bottom? Or even the pink thing in her mouth that she was sucking in a rhythm on? She didn’t know if she was ready for that at all. But she didn’t know if she was ready for anything; it was already a long day, and she felt tired after the conversation, long for her. She let out a yawn, and she felt Mommy’s loving gaze on her. “Oh, does my little Laney need her sleepies?” Mommy asked with a gentle smile. She started to sing while rocking the newborn gently. “Twinkle, twinkle, little star, how I wonder what you are. Up above the world so high, like a diamond in the sky. Twinkle, twinkle little, star, how I wonder what you are-” Delaney immediately fell into dreamland after that verse, and it was good at first. She was in a grassy field, filled with warmth from the sun. There were lots of squiggly lines, lots of different adorable animals, including horseys, doggies, kitties, and more that she didn’t know the names of, but still gleefully babbled at as they noticed her, some of them gently nuzzling her until she squealed with laughter. “So, this is what I am now, huh? I guess I was wrong about this. I suppose it could’ve been worse.” She looked up at the new voice as something picked her up. It was an enormous…guy person. Not Mommy, and she almost whimpered with fear, before he rocked her in his enormous arms, his long dirty-blonde hair tickling her nose and making her giggly again, his warm sea-green eyes, so similar to hers that it was like looking into a mirror, his muscular and protective arms, all of him seeming very familiar in some way. “It’s okay, kiddo,” he said in a calming tone, still cradling her gently. “I guess I’m a part of you, probably because you were me at one point. I guess I should introduce myself: Dallas Brogdon. Well, now technically Delaney Emma Brogdon …I’m glad I chose that name before I became you.” She didn’t understand. How could he be her? He wasn’t her age, he wasn’t even a girl. So, why did he say he “became” her? How did he choose her name? Didn’t Mommy give her that name? Why was that last name the same as hers? “Hey, you’ll understand when you get older, kiddo,” Dallas said with a smirk. She pouted at the “get older” words, knowing that he wasn’t going to give her any answers to questions that she asked. His smirk became a friendly smile before musing further, “Suppose I was really wrong about Sasithorn as well, honestly. Shows me to not judge based on first appearances. She’s going to make a great mom for you…like mine was for me.” His sea-green eyes teared up, obviously remembering things. They teared up a lot before he blinked them away, and Delaney knew that he was feeling sad. But why? He was so nice, so why did he feel sad? Was it because of her? “No, no, it’s not your fault at all, kiddo,” he said, his voice kind as he bounced her a bit to her giggling. “Just thinking of my own mom. She’s…well, I’m trying to find her. It’s a little hard; my spirit’s only truly existing in your dreams. I know she’s in another heaven, and I’m…technically down below here. Well, I’m technically you as well, but your spirit got lucky, got remade except for this little part, the dream part.” Delaney was a bit confused at this. What did the big adult man mean by “down below”? It sounded bad, but also like he was…accepting of it? But why did he want the bad thing? He deserved to be with his mommy, too! He deserved to have her hold him and treat him like Mommy treated her. “It’s…it’s because I did…bad things.” Dallas sounded sad as he tried to answer her question, even though she hadn’t stated it. “I’m not saying I’m deserving of her heaven, not in the slightest. I just want to see her one more time; I haven’t since I was a little kid, and-” His eyes went wide with terror, his body tensed like a coiled spring as an icy dark formed around the warm dreamscape, killing the sunlight in the dream. Frost spread across the ground, the grass dying with the layer of frost, chilling Delaney to the bone, even with the pink thing swaddling her and making her whimper with discomfort. The darkness was overwhelming her emotions, forcing all of the bad thoughts to the forefront, the icy cold, like she would never be warm again, no matter how many pink things swaddled her, no matter how many fires she came close to. “No, not Helheim’s mistress…” Dallas said under his breath, gently lowering her to the ground before he growled, drawing an odd, yet familiar looking object from a holster on his hip, “Leave her alone! She’s under the protection of the valkyries, Hel! Hurt me if you want, you can hurt me all you want; that’s all you’ve done since my soul went down to your realm. She’s not involved, though! Stay away from her!” The newborn felt even more confused. What was Helheim? It sounded very bad, but why was someone as nice as Dallas down there? Then a horrible icy chuckle from a woman, sending a painful charge into Delaney that made her bawl in pain and send a giant log of mush and a stream of wetness into the thing she wore around her bottom, with Dallas also screaming in agony, almost like the frost was burning him before he curled into a ball, somehow managing to hold the object, even though he was badly shaking. “You have no power over me, Dally,” the woman cooed from the darkness. “Your soul, I can do whatever I wish to, or have you forgotten that I own you and every other pathetic soul in my realm? Oh, I’m enjoying torturing you, especially since your soul remnant became Sasithorn’s pathetic replacement for Nabila. I had her, too, you know, had so much fun with her before my father dealt with her.” “Who?” Delaney asked, Dallas now on his hands and knees, his head to the ground, almost like he was submitting to whatever power was there, still trembling in sheer pain. “Nabila, Delaney,” the woman chided contemptuously, before the left part of her face - an absolutely beautiful woman with hair as black as the night with a glowing icy-white eye - appeared from the gloom. “Really, you must start paying attention. You may be a newborn, but that’s not a valid excuse. Nabila was the little baby before you that your mommy lost to me forever. The one that you-” Dallas screamed again as Delaney knew that Hel, or whatever the evil woman’s name was, was hurting him just because she could at this point, “-were merely a replacement for, like a new goldfish for a child whose old goldfish died before they came back from school. Pathetic on Sasithorn’s part, and perfect for you. How about you hold my hand and see what’s real?” “No, don’t!” Dallas snarled like a protective wolf before he screamed again, jerking and violently spasming around until he was reduced to twitching on the ground. “You have no power, Dally. You are nothing to me. So, Delaney, why don’t you hold my hand? You’ll see everything, understand as much as Odin does.” The woman’s left hand, a large, ghost-white hand with black fingernail polish, snaked out of the darkness to offer for her hand. “Don’t - do - it!” the man gasped. “Silence, worm!” Hel spat, the scenery sending horrible chills through Delaney and another horrific and pained shriek from Dallas, all that made Delaney soak the thick thing on her bottom even further. Her voice then turned honey-sweet, although even the newborn could sense the vile malice behind it. “I’ll make the same offer I did to Nabila. Then you can join her. My own father will be very happy with you. And don’t you want to make people happy, Delaney?” “Not yawoo!” Delaney said defiantly, hating that the woman was hurting the poor man for no reason but cruelty. “Stop huwting Dawwas!” Hel’s full face then appeared, and Delaney screamed in terror, tears streaking down her face. The left side was a normal woman’s face like before. The right side was a rotting corpse, with fair bits of sickly-green flesh on the skull, maggots running through the sunken eye, a skeletal grin, the hair nearly bald on the skull with only a few white wisps remaining. “Aww, did I scare you?” Hel cooed menacingly, all pretenses of kindness gone, the skeletal jaw moving at the same as the woman’s normal half of her face. “Good. Still, I’m far from the scariest being in Helheim, all of the horrors there; I just control it. I can’t wait for my brothers to kick off Ragnarok for the world to see. First, all of those pesky gods will go. Next, we’ll kill all of those pitiful mortals in the human world. Then Valhalla will follow, and we’ll tear it down, brick by brick, stone by stone, piece of wood by fucking piece of wood, all the way down to the last person standing against us. And finally, Dally, I’ll find every other afterlife, including your mother’s, and I will annihilate every soul there and send them to Helheim, my realm! All of those souls! Forever mine! Hehehe, HAHAHAHAHAHAH!” The dream faded, and Delaney started wailing at the top of her lungs, the nightmare all but fading from her mind, not being able to remember it, but knowing that it was awful. She knew that her bottom was wet and messy and she bawled even more because of it. She realized that she was in a wooden object that surrounded her entire body, completely swaddled in a pink thing. “Laney, shhh…it’s just a bad dream,” Mommy’s soothing voice whispered as the newborn was picked up and gently rocked in Mommy’s arms. The sound of young valkyries crying and screaming echoed all over the room, all having had bad dreams or even daydreams, with the voices of their mommies and other women and men trying to calm them down. But Delaney could only focus on her own Mommy, not anyone else’s. “It’s okay, Mommy’s here, Mommy’s here.” “Strange that Delaney woke up everyone,” Auntie said, her voice troubled, as she held a bawling Keavy in her arms, surrounded by six other toddlers who were all crying and holding on to her. “Normally, the silence charms prevent infants from waking each other up…” “Everyone obviously had a similar dream to Delaney,” Mommy said, her voice sounding very worried. “There’s only one reason that could happen. We’ll need to talk to the Jarls and Gothi; it’s close to starting.” Delaney didn’t like the word “it”, and even Auntie had turned deathly pale. “I never thought I’d see it so soon,” Auntie said. “Nor did I, but it’s here, I’m sure of it. I’ve read enough about the history of Valhalla to know what’s going on-” “You don’t have to read it,” a new, yet somewhat familiar male voice said. “It’s here.” An enormous man with two different eyes - someone the newborn struggled to remember, even though she knew that she should remember him and that odd squiggly thing in his eye - had appeared in the giant nursery. “We’ll need to train the valkyries and rally the einherjar. We haven’t nearly enough to stop this as of now. They can’t stay little anymore; we don’t have that option.” “It takes time and choices!” Auntie protested. “Time that we no longer have, choices we can no longer make. This is not a request; it’s an ultimatum. The young valkyries have to be trained fully until they’re grown. There is no longer a second option, no longer a choice to refuse to grow. Do you understand?” “Understood, Jarl Sigurd,” Mommy said reluctantly, bouncing Delaney in her safe arms. “It will take a while for Keavy and Delaney; they have to go through the aging process, which you well know.” “I know. Yggdrasil knows this as well; it’s fast-forwarding time in Valhalla to prevent Ragnarok; it knows that it will be destroyed by Loki, his spawn, and their armies as well, should Ragnarok come to pass. The time will be eleven days for the newest valkyrie, Delaney, and eight for Keavy. Keep training them through that time. Get them a newborn sleipnir to bond with and a weapon they’re comfortable with. They must be trained; otherwise, we may not have the time, nor the numbers to stand against the end of days.” “Yes, Jarl Sigurd,” Auntie said. Then a face popped into Delaney’s mind: Dallas. Dallas in awful pain. Dallas being in trouble. Dallas, who was stuck in Helheim to be tormented forever. And another face she didn’t recognize: the face of a mocha-skinned girl with brown eyes filled with fear and misery. She realized that it was another person being hurt by Hel, one of many people being hurt in that awful place. Dawwas, me hewp you. Me hewp evewyone. Somehow… - Hope y'all enjoyed (and didn't mind the baby talk too much, haha, XD)~ -
By Baby Jemma · Posted
Well, I have a surprise for everyone: an actual Patient Zero chapter! As a content warning, stated past suicide, child neglect, bullying, and alcoholism. Viewer discretion, as always, is advised. In any case, here we go~ - Chapter Seven: 7:46 AM - 9:57 AM, May 23rd, 2024 - Berry’s dreams were unmemorable until the voice of Digby said, “Hey, Berry. We’re at the hospital, and you need to be changed.” She groaned to wakefulness, realizing faintly that her diaper was badly soaked and soiled, the time on the loose watch on her wrist reading 7:46 AM. She gently set the humpback whale stuffed animal to the side and nodded at her fellow doctor. Digby wordlessly handed her a fresh diaper and gently closed the door for her privacy, and she got herself changed without any hesitation, realizing with sorrow that the small bit of independence, being able to change herself without any help, was only temporary; SAARS would rob her of all autonomy soon enough. I really want to find the people who made this fucking disease. I really do, so I can- She felt helplessness at the whole situation, her thoughts growing bleak again, as she got the plush whale and tucked it under her arm, her head bowed. What could she do? Piss and shit on their shoes? Hit and kick them as she grew smaller and smaller, younger and younger? Bite? Maybe, if she even had teeth at her final age; she had no idea how far this was going to progress. Digby noticed her distress. “Are you all right, Dr. Glass?” he asked with a gentle hug, a hug that she appreciated and reciprocated. “Just…I just want five minutes alone with the person who did this,” Berry said, burying her face into his chest. “And I…” She felt the hot tears pouring down her face. “I know. There are a lot of people who would love five minutes with the person who did this, too, myself included, because…of my sister and what happened to her.” Digby’s voice was exceedingly gentle, as gentle as his hug, and it surprised her at how…used to this she was already, like he had never been the caustic asshole he had been to her and everyone else. It made her a bit sad that she hadn’t seen this side of him earlier. “I promise to do whatever is in my power to help you, no matter what. There has to be a cure. There has to be…” She noticed him trail off, realizing that her fellow doctor-turned-caretaker also had feelings of helplessness from all of this. “We’ll find it,” Berry said. “With your intelligence and mine pooled together, we’ll do it.” Digby sheepishly smiled. “Well, I suppose there’s something to be said about a positive outlook,” he mused. “But we should probably get inside the hospital first; we’ll have to check every possible vector, and unfortunately, that means your patients and their caretakers.” She nodded, still holding Digby’s hand as if she was a toddler, the whale tucked in her other arm, as they walked into the hospital. As usual, Kavya Aggarwal was at the receptionist desk, her graying hair immaculately done in a bun, her phone in her hands…but her sons, both Jaidev and Rohan - similar in appearance with buzzed black hair and brown eyes, their only difference being their facial hair: Jaidev had a trimmed beard and Rohan had a simple circle goatee - were there as well, talking with her. “Oh, hello, Dr. Glass!” the older Indian woman said warmly, her brown eyes kind behind slightly wrinkled brown skin, to the disbelieving looks on the faces of her sons. “And this must be…Dr. Fletcher, if I’m not mistaken?” “Correct, ma’am,” Digby said politely. “That’s…Berry?” Jaidev asked in shock. “It can’t be…” Rohan murmured, his voice stunned. “Yeah…” she said quietly. “It’s me. But…why are you both here?” “I wanted to tell our mom in person that my wife’s expecting as well,” Rohan said proudly before he sighed and continued, “But I suppose it could include you as well.” “Congrats!” Berry exclaimed, before her thoughts went haywire. “Just, please, please make sure to clean yourselves thoroughly.” Her voice was desperate. “I don’t want-” “I understand, Berry,” Rohan said with a gentle look in his eyes. “It’s going to be all right,” Jaidev said. “I promise, we’re both going to be careful, like our mom is.” “Thank you. Kavya, is everyone still there?” “They are, and they know the situation,” the receptionist said. “I suppose I should go there,” Berry muttered. She felt surprisingly hesitant. How would those men take her suddenly turning from a respected doctor to a teenager barely old enough to drive without a learner’s permit? And if there were questions asked about when their girls got SAARS? She never wanted to force an issue with them unless it was about the health of their charges, and it was supposed to be a safe area. What would happen if she began pressing buttons on pasts and the like? I don’t know Darquarius’s past, she realized as they walked to the therapy area. The door opened, revealing the three men who had been at the last session and their charges. It seemed as though all three former adult women had stopped at the age of eighteen months - a living godsend, considering how much younger they could’ve been, and how unknown this disease was in terms of…fuck, in terms of everything. They were staring at her in shock, their still-adult minds trying to process that their therapist had caught the same disease they had. More than anything, the three men looked sympathetic, though. “Hello, Doctor Glass,” Darquarius said, his voice obviously trying to remain calm. “Are you…I’m sorry, it’s such a stupid question…” “Am I okay?” Berry sighed in annoyance before saying snarkily, not even thinking about consequences, “Hey, Mrs. Lincoln, aside from your husband getting his fucking brains blown out, how was the play this weekend? Me? I’m just fucking peachy.” “Berry.” Digby was lecturing her in a warning tone, which made her feel thoroughly chastised. “I understand that you have teenaged emotions right now, and I understand that you’re stressed about everything that’s going wrong, but that was rude.” “It’s okay,” Darquarius said. “I’d be acting worse, were I in the same situation, and Lynn was exactly the same when she started regressing through the years.” “Natasha was much worse through her teenaged years, especially having to deal with this fucking disease,” Oleksiy added. “Hey, we’ve all been there,” Amos said, nodding his head. “Hannah was a lot like that as well. I ain’t upset at sarcastic comments, especially when the women involved have erry right.” Berry felt a blush come over her face. “There’s something else I have to do,” she said regretfully. “I understand that you all have your own autonomy, your own pasts I have to respect. But I need to know a lot about you and everything. Everything that’s relevant. It’s to trace the vector; if I find it, I may be able to find out how SAARS - or at least this variant - acts. Are you six willing?” Most of the people there nodded, but Darquarius looked hesitant. “I…” “Dawqy, you teww?” Lynn lisped. “Okay. Okay, Lynnie. For you.” His smile was warm towards her before he let out a sigh. “I suppose I should mention it then, since I want to help and be trustworthy: I used to be a black-hat hacker.” Both Oleksiy and Natasha breathed, but didn’t say anything else. The jaws of Amos and Hannah dropped. Berry squeezed Digby’s hand, and the fellow doctor allowed it. “My hacker name is DarkAqua. I still am fairly gray; I couldn’t be a white-hat at all. It’s not who I am, not what I want to do. “But back then, I had no friends; I was just the “fake” Muslim American who tried and failed to blend in, no matter what I did, the quiet kid without any friends, no matter how much I wanted to have people like me, the kid who wasn’t really good at anything, no matter how hard I tried. I had no conscience as to what I was doing, no care in the world. I was good at computers, but people didn’t care. I just did these things out of a sense of fun and power, to feel like I was good at something for once in my life. “Then I hurt my mother with what I did. She clicked on one of the malware scams I posted, spread, and forgot about. She lost a lot of money, and I had to come clean to her. She said that she was disappointed in me. Not out of hate, not out of anything truly negative, but out of a sense that I had truly hurt her, even though she didn’t love me any less. Hurting her was the worst pain I ever felt in my life, stronger than any feeling I had before I met Lynn, easily the biggest regret I have.” The man breathed. “Lynn was part of a secret Naval squad to capture me, to extradite me, to send me to prison for what I did against the United States, because Morocco said I was their problem and gave me house arrest after their trial. The squad wanted to follow orders, but Lynn saw in me…hell, if I know.” “Wove. Cawing,” the toddler piped up. “I…I guess you could say that, Lynnie,” Darquarius murmured. “But to avoid a prison sentence, I turned over evidence, got a lot of other hackers - some of whom were so-called friends of mine - arrested. Got probation in the U.S. And Lynn…and even my mom said they were proud of me. I finally felt good about myself for once. And in Lynn…I didn’t need my hacker friends. I just needed someone who cared.” He looked at them with a sigh. “You can think of me however you wish. I’m not proud of what I did in the slightest. But I swear by Allah, I’m trying my best not to hurt anyone else.” “I believe ya, Darquarius,” Amos said. “We both made mistakes. We’re both in the shit. An’ I can’t think o’ someone I trust more.” “Everyone makes mistakes,” Oleksiy said quietly. “Yeah, even me.” He sighed. “I only told Tasha about this. …I admittedly didn’t have the best home life. My parents were both first-generation immigrants, heavy drinkers, neglectful. I had no siblings, no real friends…and I took it out on other kids. I was the asshole jock, the bully of my school. I had friends for once. I was respected for once. And it almost felt good. Almost…because there was still that hole in my heart, that feeling that I only had friends because I was feared, that those friends of mine were merely hanger-ons or those who wanted to be close to what I had as a jock, that I only had respect because people feared me. Most of the kids in that school truly hated me, and deep down, even then, I knew it. “Then the only person who ever saw good in me killed himself when we were both fifteen. It was my fault. I hadn’t bullied him; he had autism, and I couldn’t ever bring myself to hurt him, but my hanger-ons did. They hurt him in so many ways, and bragged to me about it every time. I didn’t want to lose whatever friends and respect I had, so I didn’t tell them off for hurting him…and I lost Henry, the only person I could’ve actually called a friend. And I realized just how far into darkness I had gone. Oleksiy’s eyes were tearing up. “I tried to take the blame, said it all was my fault. I even begged the police to arrest me, went straight to the police station to confess that it was my fault, to arrest me for murder. They chewed me out. Didn’t arrest me because it technically wasn’t me who did it, wasn’t technically responsible for Henry’s suicide, and there weren’t laws to arrest people for that, but they chewed me the fuck out for not only wasting their time, but for my actions as well. “So, I decided to be better. I dropped all of my sports teams because I felt I didn’t deserve that honor, tried my best to apologize to all of the people I hurt, and even though none of them forgave me, I knew they were fully in the right not to accept any apology of mine. I worked my ass off, tried to be a cop, an honest cop, just to make up for everything I did wrong.” “Then why judge us fer our shit, Mr. Hotshot Detective?” Amos growled. “Because as a cop, I have to look at actual crimes committed,” the detective said bluntly. “It doesn’t excuse me or my actions, and maybe you can call me a hypocrite, but it’s my job.” “I don’tthink any of you would infect me, at least, not purposefully,” Berry said. Something in her told her that all of them were being honest. “Honestly, I believe all of you; I doubt any of you would hurt the women you loved like that. I don’t think you’d hurt me either. I just need to know these things because it means more than we understand about SAARS and those affected.” All four of the men looked pensive at those words before Berry spoke up again with something she didn’t expect herself to ever say, especially not after her parents passed away. “Can I play house with your girls, please? I want to play with Bluey and their stuffies.” Amos, Darquarius, and Oleksiy all looked stunned at the teenager’s question, and even the toddlers looked surprised…but Digby merely sighed. “You know that humpback whales aren’t blue, Berry,” the doctor said gently. “It’s my choice of a name, and something like ‘Grayee’ doesn’t make much sense when you sound it out,” Berry protested with a small pout. “Why is she-” Amos began before Digby said with another sigh, “SAARS-infected people become emotionally toddler-like from the start. It’s gradual, but very much there. Berry’s well on her way, especially with this unknown variant, and it’s shown in her actions throughout the day.” “I suppose it isn’t the strangest thing I’ve seen in my life,” Oleksiy said with a sigh. “You have my permission, Doctor Glass.” “And mine,” Darquarius echoed. “Sure, if Hannah and the others are fine with it,” Amos said. All of the toddlers nodded gleefully, as if they were…excited to have a new face join in. Berry felt a lot of excitement at it as well. The adult part of her fully knew that what she was doing was definitely SAARS speaking…but the adult part also knew it couldn’t suppress the emotional part that the disease brought out. She checked her loose watch (she was really going to have to get a new one, now that she was aging backwards): 9:57 AM. “Well, girls,” Berry said with a grin, surprising herself. “Let’s play!” - Hope y'all enjoyed~ -
By Kitty Angel · Posted
I don't know. I think I'm getting more recently, but I couldn't be sure about that. And I've been so disorganised lately, I don't have much chance to read other stories. I suspect the frequency of feedback will always shift with trends in which genres or styles are popular. -
By astrodiaper · Posted
...and here I am with a car with the displacement of a soda bottle. I do think someone was playing with it before I got it because the exhaust tips and spoiler are not OEM. I also don't think the top speed on a 2014 Mitsubishi Lancer ES is 127. (Uncomfirmed, but it takes a bit of time to get there thanks to a CVT, and I'm still leary of trying again, even after getting the fluid changed. 136k+ miles.) I saw 4.39 for 85 at the corner truck stop and I think diesel is 5.19 there. I think I'll be looking closer to 4.50, depending who's got a better cashback deal on Upside.
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