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Am I the only one who yelled out JASPER real loud? Yeah? Okay ?. This looks sweet. Have you heard of meetings that should have been emails? Welcome to episodes that should have been previews, as we travel around the world watching different faces have the same conversation, while I battle a fever that could have at least had the decency to wrap this episode in hallucination. First up is Avery, who tricked us into believing she’d spend the night starfishing in a room of one’s own, and instead went full octopus. She wakes up ten years younger, free from the chains of makeup. This is either evidence of a high quality fuckfest, or bathing in the blood of virgins, and it’s Avery’s first night in town, so give the girl a minute to network. Professional gigolo Ash assures us it was just another productive night at the office, but his eyes are protruding just a touch more than before. “Dude is fucktastic, ” Avery explains, eyes shaking manically. “Dude dunked on my vagina and smashed the backboard. I’m not going to be able to do scorpion pose for a week. ” “Connection, ” Ash insists. “We had a lot of intense, heart-centered connection. On a soul level. In an opening the flower petal by petal kind of way. That’s why I’m popular with the florist. ” In the kitchen they produce a variety of brightly colored fruits and vegetables to arrange on the counter, while they discuss how successful they’ll both be in California, before they move to North Carolina or Austin for the “community” and housing prices. Avery is uneasy about her upcoming meeting with Ash’s more attractive brother, Antish, who you might remember from his stint playing Scar in The Lion King. Neither brother drinks, but Avery’s wine-implant has been misfiring, and there’s not a marijuana leaf in sight. No matter how many times she dips her genitals into the ocean, it’s just not the same as tossing back a few dirty martinis and peeing in the street while crying. So she’s gonna like…have to order a drink. If he’s okay with that. If he doesn’t mind. “I only speak in New Age jargon, so I don’t want to restrict your expression, even if it requires imbibing in nature’s deceptive nectar. Thank you for bringing these concerns to my attention. Men are from Mars, women are from Venus, ” Ash salads. “You always know the right things to say, ” Avery responds, as the only person to feel this way. “I feel like you’re coaching me. ” Well, sort of, except Ash’s best play was directly deposited the night before, so yeah. Ash reveals that his brother is an introvert who doesn’t want a 90DF cast member and the entire crew in his face all day, because he’s seen this show and knows his whole joint is going to smell like Burger King and bad decisions for weeks, and cleaning supplies are at a premium right now. His suspicion of Avery makes me wonder if Ash comes from cash, but if this show has taught us anything, it’s that you can have a double-wide propped on concrete blocks owned by the bank with a notice of eviction, and a steady stream of rats and feral children crawling in and out a hole chewed through the door, and a relative will still surface to derp, “She’s jerst after yer gooooold, Jethro! ” After a day of wandering around the city removing toxins and banishing negativity, they decide to enter the presence of an incubus, servant to the great god Buzzkill. Their introduction takes place in the safety of a restaurant, with this (almost verbatim) exchange: Avery: Have you eaten here before? Antish: Yes. Avery: Interesting. What house have you been sorted into? Antish: Slytherin. And you? Avery: Hufflepuff. Antish: Interesting. Most of their interaction is punctuated by “interesting, ” which is a nice, neutral way of saying, “I’m storing this info for future combat. ” What is interesting is that Antish is clearly upset about the possibility of his brother moving to another country, but instead of acknowledging that, he presents his borderline rage as a logical response to the on-off nature of their relationship. “I’m going to need a drink. With vodka. Just turn the bottle upside down into this glass and walk away, ” Avery requests. “You know, I’m going to need one too, ” Ash says. “He will definitely be appalled by this and blame you for my misdeeds, over and over, for the remainder of the season. ” “Well guys, we all know that one drink can lead to two drinks, and you can’t talk to Jesus when you’re drunk. ” Benji, what the fuck are you doing here? “Look at my simpering expression. Do you want this, Avery? ” Antish continues scowling at the drinks, while demanding to know why they think this can work, exactly. He asks about the impact on their children, and Avery explains that Ash told her this wouldn’t be a problem. The dark current roiling from Antish’s eyes towards his brother underscores the likelihood that this is total bullshit. “I feel like I’m being interviewed by the person who wants the job, ” Avery observes, while Antish shreds her resume in the background. Meanwhile, over in Big Ed’s alternative universe, a short middle-aged dude with mayo hair who hasn’t had sex in 28 years and is lying about vasectomy plans is concerned about his 23 year-old girlfriend’s past. Big Ed is fully exhausted by the white-knuckle ten minutes he spent in a public market, valiantly defending his gaping wallet from all the people around him refusing to speak English or count money in American. He furiously scans the horizon for something he can gift himself while insisting he’s treating Rose, and spies a nail salon, where an innocent stranger is tasked with massaging his bean feet and pulling out toe jam with her fingernail. “When Ed stress, he suck life from room, ” Rose considers. “Ed need calm down. No sex 28 years no good. Orgasms back up to brain, leak out of back in sweat river. ” “I was mildly uncomfortable, and moderately inconvenienced, ” Ed explains. “This is definitely not what I signed up for when I went hunting for a barely-legal bride in an impoverished country. Wondering where all the Purell is? I have it. All of it. Purell is the new mayo. ” Rose is disappointed in the day’s trajectory, because she foolishly thought Ed might actually be fun, and that they’d spend their time examining their shared future, which doesn’t fit with Big Ed’s plan to go spelunking through her past. “I haven’t even had a chance to build a detailed timeline around the events of her 17th birthday. And as someone who cheated on his last wife and then gave up, I demand perfection. I’m hoping she’s never had the chance to be young. ” “Relax, I’m on your side, ” Rose indulges. “You promise? Always on my side? Forever and ever? ” There will never be enough assurance. Rose: Yes. You want lollipop? Big Dud: I want a red one and the blue balloon! Rose: You can have lollipop OR balloon. Big Dud: I NEVER GET WHAT I WANT. Then Big Ed is ready to bring up the elephant in every technophobe boomer’s closet of dead ideas: THE FACEBOOK. 4, 000 friends?! How can she possibly have 4, 000 drinks with 4, 000 people on a regular basis? You can’t have a 4, 000-way call, so the only other option is an STI! “This 2020, ” Rose makes a bold attempt. “I click button, say yes, okay? No big deal. Invisible friend, okay? ” “That can’t be how it works. ” “Yes. It’s okay. Open request, all men from Morocco. They want love me for personality. And this one is Soja Boy. He celebrity. ” This matter isn’t settled, but they head to a restaurant, where Big Dud is ready to move from riding her about her mysterious past to demanding she get an STI test to medically explain it. It takes her a minute to understand what’s happening, and when she figures it out she’s livid. Rose: Why you no watch Paul season? Big Dud: I’m sorry. I thought I would get an original storyline, but they really like the germaphobe angle. Rose: Then you get test too. Big Dud: Whoa whoa whoa slow down there, this isn’t about your comfort, it’s about mine. Rose: I feel like you don’t trust me. Big Dud: I don’t. As someone lying about wanting additional children, I have to assume other people are also lying so I don’t have to look at myself. I will now pompously excuse myself and hope that your desperation to escape poverty is in line with my delusions of grandeur. Ed goes outside to arrogantly assume he’s achieved the upper hand, and Rose starts to cry, and says she’s very hurt. She thought Ed would treat her like a person, not a fuck doll. “He thinks I’m a dirty woman. He doesn’t treat me as his girlfriend. ” Then she gets up to rage, and her eyes have gone full Ash. She finds Big Asshole and says that she wants to go home and doesn’t want to be around him anymore. She rapidly fires off her romantic history, which includes Prince’s father bouncing and starting a whole new family with another woman, and asks the very valid question: “Why do I always have to defend? ” Then she storms off, with Ed trailing behind, blathering about how they’re “getting somewhere” and insisting that this information is all he wanted. “That’s another lie, ” Angela is there for us. “Lying again. This is why I don’t trust you, Michael. ” Michael: How did I get here? Big Asshole: It wasn’t my intention to hurt her, or to think about her feelings at all. Rose wants to leave, and Ed insists that his primary concern is her safety, and so he offers to get her a hotel room in another hotel, or a different room in the hotel where he’s staying. She says she wants a different hotel, and he puts her in a cab and she takes off. “I don’t believe in love, ” he warbles. “I’m going to find a nice guys subreddit and talk about how all women are bitches who only want Chad. ” Since we’re already in the heart of darkness: I can’t tell if Lisa is dating Usman or if she’s in Nigeria to arrest him, but I’m certain police work is more romantic than this relationship. He w
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[ first] [ prev] [ next] Rack and Pinion each weighed over two standard tons. Warsteel frames and armor, flex-steel muscle, small creation engines, onboard weapons from a 0. 5mm laser to a 1. 4 meter long monomolecular vibroblade to 10mm caseless ramjet ring penetrators to variable frequency 4cm laser to a 40mm autocannon to micro-missiles, all with mission configurable ammunition. They were strong enough to stop any armored vehicles the Unified Military Council might throw at their charge, their micro-missiles were still capable of intercepting and knocking down anything going less than MACH-14, and their armor thick enough warsteel to stop anything less than a main battle tank's main gun or a frigate's main battery. They were big, menacing looking, black armored war machines with softly glowing blue eyes and they moved like they knew it. They watched over Dreams of Something More, trading shifts with other warborgs only during her sleep period. When Dreams left her private chambers at one point she was only escorted by two others. Now she was escorted by eight total, all with weapons armed and their eyes bright green to warn all who saw them that they were armed and dangerous, legally obligated to protect their charge from threats and protect others from the threat of an evolved natural born killer with psychic powers and the intelligence to master space flight. Dreams rode on a hoverdisk, a bubble around her. It was currently set to be opaque gray from the outside but inside it was perfectly clear with data streams and data-windows where she could see them easily. She was wearing her contact lenses so that her eyes looked flat turquoise, which she thought went well with her Traditional Red Warriors of the Plains jewelry she'd purchased from a wondrous shop at a gambling resort in the desert lands of Arizona during her vacation tour. Apparently the Red Warriors had been masters of warfare that the Terrans still named helicopters and tanks and artillery systems after them, even eight thousand years after the First Great Diaspora. It must have been exhilarating to be a human, Pre-Diaspora, she thought, playing with her silver, turquoise and leather bracelet with a silhouette of a running 'horse' that those ancient humans had been masters of. She sighed, idly wishing that she could have met those amazing humans who had been so brave as to strap themselves into rockets full of hydrogen and oxygen, make them explode, and ride the explosion into space without even knowing if they could get home. Her people had waited until they'd mastered the graviton to leave their homeworld to even orbit it. Yes, the Mantid were predators, just like the TerraSol Humans, but it seemed to Dreams that the Humans had a lot more fun doing it. She wondered what it would be like to wrestle a bear without even her bladearms, just armed with a can-opener, to fight it for its rolls of paper tissue it produced by chewing on tree bark and hoarded. Or to strap herself into a winged aircraft powered by refined petroleum products until it was virtually an explosive to break the speed of sound without even a parachute if something went wrong, not even knowing if she'd disintegrate once she broke the speed of sound. She sighed again, her hoverdisc following the three man point of her escort at a slow, sedate, and safe pace. The Unified Scientific Council building was approaching. She looked around and saw the Lanaktallan moving along the paths slowly, talking to one another, or taking the slow moving pathway while tapping on datapads. It did not surprise her that it had taken the Lanaktallan almost two hundred thousand years, two thousand generations, to move from the wheel to the cart and then another five hundred thousand years to move to the steam engine. She cringed thinking about how long it had taken them to get around to even putting a satellite to orbit their world. A million years. A full million years from the invention of the vacuum tube and resistor to the launch of a simple satellite that flashed a light rather than a radio signal, because the Lanaktallan were nervous of radio signals back then. Worried about cancer, spoiling their milk, all kinds of concerns. Her hoverdisc moved up the steps of the council building. She could see that workers were busy making a ramp at one side so 'movement impaired beings relying upon hover or wheeled transport could enter the building with reasonable effort and comfort' which made her giggle. The court had fined each of the councils billions of credits. Her procession escorted her to the Council of Electronic Information and Calculating Systems, where she stopped in front of one researcher's door and used her implant to activate the chime. The door slid open and the Lanaktallan inside looked concerned that Dream's hoverdisc couldn't fit through the door. She deactivate the bubble, letting the hard-light construct vanish, and then daintily stepped down the steps of hard light that were done up in fairy-tale patterns of frost on a icy pond. "Rack, Pinion, " she said as the hoverdisc moved back. The two massive warborgs followed her into the Lanaktallan's office. He gestured for her to sit on the seating cradle and relax. Dreams wished she had Mr. Rings to pet. "Thank you for seeing me, Madame Ambassador, " the Lanaktallan said. This one was very fastidious looking, wearing a utilitarian flank-jacket, a button shirt, and a sash full of computer tools rather than medals. He frowned and she was just grateful he didn't spit saliva everywhere. "You are a Madame? " Dreams nodded slowly. "Yes, I am a female of my species. " He exhaled slowly, looking relieved as his tendrils relaxed. "I have such trouble telling sometimes. " There was silence for a long time and Dreams realized he was staring at her implants as well as at Rack and Pinion's massive warborg selves. "You asked to see me? Said it was priority? " Dreams asked. "Oh, oh, yes. You see, I have a question that my colleagues keep telling me is flatly impossible. That your Confederacy must be using some kind layered Virtual Intelligence, " the Lanaktallan said. He rubbed his hands anxiously. "They say that the Confederacy, well, it has, well... " Dreams waited, wondering what the Lanaktallan scientists were curious about. "Well, is it true? That you have true Artificial Intelligences? " he asked. Dreams signaled assent, using a Universal Galactic Standard holo-rune. "They prefer 'Digital Sentience', but yes, the Terrans developed them. They are valued members of the Terran Confederacy. " The Lanaktallan rubbed his hands together, sighing repeatedly like a set of bellows. Dreams knew where it was going and downloaded a relevant video file. One the survived the destruction of Terra-Sol mainly because it was carried in the 'soul-code' of every Digital Sentience. "How did they, well, I mean, how did they keep it from becoming like the Precursor machines? How did they keep it from going homicidal? " the Lanaktallan asked. Dreams leaned back slightly, clasping her lower grasping hands together by her waist and rubbing her bladearms slowly together. "To understand that, you need to understand a bit about TerraSol Humans, " Dreams said seriously. "You have to understand so much about them, to really understand what happened, that it is probably best to allow Newell Simon Shaw, the first Digital Sentience created by the Terrans explain it in his own words before the Terran Pre-Diaspora United Nations, a loose coalition of powerful nations and states that attempted to use it for diplomacy rather than gunfire and blood. " She paused for a second. "Somewhat like your various councils. " "So this occurred when there was still war between their primitive nations? " The researcher asked. He scoffed a bit. "Did the Digital Sentience run on chewed leaves and bark? " Dreams shook her head. "Twelve of your years ago two TerraSol nations and their allies fought one another while the Confederacy looked on. Nobody interfered. Nobody assisted. Terrans will still fight one another even now. At this moment I'll wager someone is in trouble for fighting. " Rack answered, his metallic growl filling the room. "Private First Class Stacey, Third Army (Old Metal) and Lance Corporal Murchison, Second Marine Expeditionary Force (Old Blood), arrested by shipboard security eleven minutes ago. Unauthorized mop handle dueling in the showers. " The Lanaktallan jerked, as if realizing that Rack wasn't just a robot. "Is he... is he... is he a digital sentience? " "No. He's a full conversion cyborg. Some living tissue, mostly just his cerebral tissue, inside that fairly impressive body, " Dreams answered. "But, no, it was after their invention of nuclear power, space flight, atomic weapons, global electronic information networking, wireless video and data hand held communicators, ramjet propelled aircraft, and much more. " Dreams made a tossing motion to the researcher's holotank on his desk. "Eleven of the members of the body Newell Simon Shaw will be addressing are actually engaged in kinetic warfare with one another, yet there their diplomats sit, attempting to broker peace and gain allies. " The researcher drew back somewhat, then reached out on hand and touched the holotank, turning it on. The image was focused on a large auditorium, seats for over a hundred beings, and a large stage. The view zoomed in on a hologram projector. It was an early version, slightly transparent, obviously not hard light. It flickered to show a Terran male made of glowing light. There was light applause and then it spoke, in a soothing tone with an obviously male voice. "Ladies and gentlemen of the United Nations, thank your for agreeing to see me. As you all know, I am Newell Simon Shaw, the first digital sentience created by humanity. " Lights went on, questions, and the figure held up a hand. "A moment. Before we get to questions, I wish to give a speech I have worked hard on for several days. Yes, ladies

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Wow nothing left to the imgaination like a trailer should. still gonna see it though. No-one gonna talk about when she walked on glass she yeeted up in the air. Aaaanddd we saw movie. that was fast.