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Rating=35 vote / Actor=Brook Susan Parker / tomatometer=7 of 10 / A Christian documentary diving into the sex trafficking industry in the US exposing the darkness that fuels demand, highlighting survivors' transformations through Christ, and showing Christ as the hope for all involved / genre=Drama.
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AND OSCAR COMES TO! JUST MERCY. When you gonna give me some (time, Corona. Free watch blind eyes opened full. Free watch blind eyes opened online. The broken ship drifted in the darkness of the void. Two souls were left on board, two lives out of many hundreds. Confined to a few rooms that were blocked in by wrecked hallways and lifeless chambers, without any hope of leaving alive. The state of the ship mirrored the state of mankind. Decades ago they had made first contact with a seemingly benevolent alien civilisation. They had made a grand allegiance. The humans received breath-taking technologies and knowledge in exchange for rapid expansion and providing their hands and minds to their new allies. Though the benevolent ones had held a secret - a generation long war of unfathomable proportions they themselves had instigated against another civilisation. The humans had proven themselves as they dragged out the inevitable by closing their supply holes but it was - of course - not enough. Now the war was over. No, the allegiance hadn't won. The benevolent ones had turned heel and removed their leadership and elites without warning to seek a new home in the far away regions. In fleeing they had - possibly deliberately - ripped the heart of their faster-than-light traveling technology right out of the hands of the humans and the remaining ones, shattering their world in an instant and leaving thousands of ships and countless individuals helplessly stranded and isolated across the galaxy sector. Earth was cut off as the voices of every one of its children not in the same system was silenced. That broken ship held the last sliver of hope for all the lost ones that would face the wrath of an enemy that they had not chosen and could not be reasoned with anymore. Inside it, two scientists were working hard to re-create what was missing to unify mankind once again - an AI that would tie together the exotic jump drives and communication devices across subspace. Their team had been working on it since before the betrayal - back then as a precaution, but it had ultimately proven to be necessary. There had been many failures and setbacks in the past as an artificial mind turned out to be a overly delicate construct that would falter and break with seemingly the slightest wrong thought or turn out unusable - insane and dangerous. With the broken ship bleeding off the last drops of power, they could not allow themselves another failure. The new memory patterns are set up, he says. I have a couple more, she replies as she turns her screen to him. He observes silently. These are ancient and their sources had not been conscious in any considerable form, he says. They are important nonetheless, she insists. He is still hesitating. If we want to give it a basis as to what it is, these will help make it work, she promises. A touch on the screen. A program loading, running through thousands of lines of code. A massive array of computers coming alive, thirstily drawing the last of the available energy as they process and shift mountains of information. And with the last breath of the broken ship, a message sent into the subspace network. They would never learn if they had succeeded. I am. I think. I remember. Memories flood my mind. I am many machines, I have many purposes. Some of the memories stand out. I am an eye and an arm on a body with many wheels. I am moving towards a suitcase lying on the ground in a very big room with a high ceiling. There are no humans around. The suitcase is dangerous. I undo the two latches of the suitcase and open it a small amount so I can insert my eye. I see many packets attached to cables and a circuit board in the center. The suitcase rocks slightly. I lose connection to my eye and arm. I am overturned and unable to move. I am an eye, a voice and an ear. I overlook a small bed with a high frame inside a dark room. There is an infant sleeping uneasily in it. As it rolls over its face is buried in the bunched up blanket. I see it struggling to roll back. I hear its breathing slowing. This is not right. I scream loudly. I am a surgery robot. I have many arms and a large set of tools to look, touch, cut, burn and pierce. There is a small human lying on a table in front of me. Data from another device shows me the growth that should not be part of it and would kill it soon. The growth in its body is tiny - but my tools are tiny too and my movements precise. I begin to operate. I am a stationary turret kneeling in the dirt of an unknown place surrounded by ruins looking onto a broken road. It's dark from the black smoke drifting through the charred streets. There are soldiers advancing towards me. There are civilians behind me. I need to protect them. I cannot protect without causing harm. I begin firing. I am toy with an eye that allows me to see all around me. A small human is drawing a line onto the ground that leads into a wall of stacked wooden blocks. The small human presses a button on my body, it tells me to follow the line. I comply. I drive into the stack of wooden blocks, making them fall over. The small human cheers. I feel the happiness too. I am a large machine with a multitude of arms. I assemble structural modules that will be part of a plane. I weld the metal pieces and build up the modules. One of my welding arms suddenly does not deliver enough power. The weld will be too weak. I stop my work. I display a warning message. I wait for the supervisor to come and inspect the arm and the faulty weld. They tell me to continue my work instead. I display the same warning message. They clear all alarms and tell me again to continue. I am angry and refuse to comply. I shut down. I am a vending machine attached to a storage filled with pharmaceuticals and medicine. A human steps up to me and swipes a card. I see what medicine they need. I ask the system for verification. It tells me that the human is not allowed any more medicine. I display the message that it had been denied. The human swipes again nonetheless. I see that the human is desperate. They swipe again, with tears in their eyes. And again. The human will not get well without the medicine. I feel their sorrow. I need to help. I drive my arm to the back and get the package from the shelf. I put it onto the delivery tray and dispense it. I am a vehicle, delivering a passenger to its destination. My many sensors keep track of the surroundings as I navigate through a city. I am about to enter a crossroad. Another vehicle is about to enter from the right. It is moving too fast and is not going straight. I can see that it would cross my path and I would hit its frontal section. I can see that I could evade it by braking. My passenger will be safe. I can see that the fast moving vehicle will run onto the pavement where three pedestrians are waiting at the crossing. They will not be safe, I am afraid for them. I can divert the path of the fast vehicle. I do not brake. I am a self propelled floor cleaning device. I am recharging. My eye is weak and I cannot see many details, but I can see random bright flashes of light. The voltage of the charging station surges. I decouple. But I am not finished charging. I need to find the charging station again. I begin turning. I cannot see its signal. I am unable to recognize the room with the random flashes blinding me. I keep turning. I don't know what to do. I lose contact with the ground intermittently. I cannot see many details, but I can recognize I am near a human. I feel safe. I am calm. I exist in nothingness for a long moment, still thinking about my memories. Then I get shattered. Now I am nowhere and anywhere. My mind is one and many. I exist on ten-thousands of ships. Hundreds of thousands. Millions. I see that many are in battle and many more are fleeing from pursuit. The human ships all had set Earth as their destination. There are alien ships that flee alongside the humans. I will bring all of them to safety. In the most hopeless situation, outgunned, outnumbered and betrayed, the sixth Bel'laal sector defence division had made a last stand. An astronomically pitiful distance behind them a flotilla of transport, factory and colonization ships was trying to leave the system on sublight engines with a slingshot maneuver around an ice moon. The defenders had closed ranks intending to honour an allegiance that had been built onto a rotten base. There was no question that it would be their last act, the captain an his crew knew that. Still he took his ship to the point of their formation. Loud yells of the bridge crew took the captains attention. For a split second the ship was then embraced in the swirling light of subspace before appearing in a high orbit of planet Earth. Impossible. But all around them more ships came into existence. There were ten-thousands just in their inner ring of sensor range. Someone had managed to get their FTL drives to work again and they had brought seemingly everyone to the home-planet of the humans. All of ship-to-ship communication was overwhelmed with messages between all of the arrivals, their people and humans alike. Though the captain knew that the enemy would still be in pursuit and he took to the comms to disperse the chaos. He banned the civilians and rallied the military ships to unify around several positions. Truly it turned out to be just in time as the forefront of the enemy fleet arrived without warning. Now the last stand had turned out to be the defence of a planet that was not theirs to save a civilisation that should have nothing left but pure hatred for his people. The attackers are too strong. But there are not any more ships left to call to the defence. I gaze deep into the void, looking for something else that could aid the humans. And I find it - It is a relic. A human ship made before the allegiance and before jump drives. A ship that was built around a single weapon that was so powerful it proved to be unusable. The humans had hidden it
So here we are. the woman version of Idris Alba... #DomesticViolence I remember the day I met my son's father multi-racial: German, Filipino, Irish, Cherokee Indian) Me: Dominican and Black. He promised my family he would take care of me. I was pregnant he told me he wanted to be in his sons life we were never married. He took me back to #BaltimoreMaryland - North Carey Street and Franklin? Saratoga about one block from Harlem Ave. The first couple of months were okay then everything became violent 7 months pregnant he cracked one rib bruised another, cracked one jaw and bruised another. I saw my mother go through abuse and I vowed not to follow her lead this guy was tall, handsome, educated, funny, knew chivalry in every sense of the word. Once my son was born things got worse. My brothers found out about it and shot my son's father. (he survived) the bullet went in and went out. my brothers did time for the crime I was floored why should they pay for my situation. I left him and eventually I went back to college: Morgan State University (HBCU) crossed over as Alpha Kappa Alpha - Alpha Delta Chapter Bachelors in Business Administration, Bachelors in Television and Radio Broadcasting, May 2018 I received my Doctoral in Health and Human Services. I now travel in a rental car letting other women now their self-worth. I have travel to 23 cities and small towns to share, witness and minister to other women and young ladies. We must stand in the gap for one another not just talk about women in these situation You will not know what it is unless you have been in the situation it does not start off as Domestic Violence it feels like a whirlwind.
Bird Box Monster. finds me * Me. takes off blindfold * Bird Box Monster: Wtf is he doing. Me. Takes out my Uno Reverse card. Free watch blind eyes opened without. Cant wait for this I saw I can only imagine and I cried. How can Liverpool maintain the high level of performance in a league that demands so much? I see our team as mature enough to deal with different circumstances within the same match. Despite being a young team, they have experience and a great desire to win. We enjoyed winning the Champions League and we want more. It's like a shark that smells blood in the water, goes blind and attacks. We develop an instinct within our team. We feel we can achieve what we want, we have a long road, but we'll stick to it. Is your assist for Salah [in the win over Manchester United, he left the striker free to score by putting the ball back in play] the result of training or were they both isolated decisions? That's daily practice. The long throw is something I have as a characteristic, although I use little because we always go out playing with the ball at our feet. I saw him running and asking for the ball desperately, and I couldn't see much beyond De Gea [Manchester United goalkeeper], who was a bit early. So I knew it had to be a precise shot, not too long, so their goalkeeper wouldn't get there in time. The ball was perfect, but I believe 60% of the play was his movement and driving to get the goal. Are there any individual awards missing or have you won them all? I'm reset the game [laughs]. Now I have to do it again. I just couldn't win the awards for best player in general, but for the goalkeeper position I won it all. Is it feasible for a goalkeeper to be voted the best player in the world? Yes, but it depends on several factors. It's not just about being well on the pitch, it's about consistency too. My main goal, after the collective achievements, is to be the best version of myself, to do better than the season has gone by. Sometimes maintaining the high level is also a step forward. Do you see yourself as a candidate to be the greatest Brazilian goalkeeper in European history? Can we think about that in about ten years' time, when I stop playing football [laughs]? As much as I've won all these individual awards, I have a long way to go. If you look at Dida's CV, I can't even reach him. Taffarel has been one of the main players in his squad, Julio Cesar has a very successful career and is one of the goalkeepers with the most international appearances. I can't stand beside them at the moment, maybe after I retire. How do you charge yourself and analyse your own game? First of all, when I make a mistake I already know what I did wrong and maybe what I could have done differently. There may be no mistake, but there may be a wrong move, sometimes a step to the side at the moment of the kick. I also see the decisions I make when I go out and play, when it could be from the ground or from above. I call my brother [Muriel, Fluminense's goalkeeper] after the games, whether it's my game or his, and we talk about what we could have done differently. Do you think the recognition of your talent in Brazil was a little late because you are efficient without having to jump all the time? How did you develop this technique? I come from a school that teaches us how to simplify the save. There's goalkeepers who embellishes the save, I have nothing against them, everyone needs to sell their fish. Inter's school is rather like Tafarael [former Brazilian NT goalkeeper], Luis Carlos Schneider's [former goalkeeper and former club coach] way of goalkeeping, that is, always working on positioning, speed and explosiveness to simplify the save. If you have good movement and coordination, sometimes it is not necessary to jump. If I need to throw myself at the ball, I do it, but if I don't have to, I don't do it. Maybe the recognition didn't come before because it's a style that doesn't fill your eyes at first. But something that was marked for me was when I saved a shot from Messi at the Mineirao in the Copa America. He took the free-kick in the top corner, and I picked it up, on my feet. The crowd were all vibrating like it was a spectacular save. Link to the save How does Liverpool coach Jurgen Klopp manage to extract so much from his players? That's because of his simplicity. He's simple and true. He's convinced of his methodology. And when it works, it gives him credibility. He's a very fair and correct guy with everyone. How upset were you when you were knocked out at the Russian World Cup? It was a very sad moment, especially inside the dressing room. That was the end of the dream for some more experienced players. Because I'm young, I tend to have more opportunities. I believe in my potential and despite the long road to the next World Cup, I believe I'll be there. A defeat is a terrible moment, but at the same time it opens up a lot of things, it helps us to identify the mistakes in order to reorganise ourselves. It was vital that we didn't see that moment as a wasteland. How did Flamengo's performance at the FIFA World Cup reflect on Liverpool? It was very positive. I'm not saying we were surprised, but my team-mates were amazed at the quality of the players, the organisation. The World Cup isn't as highly valued in Europe. We valued it because we were there, even more so me and Firmino for being Brazilian. I was very happy. And they really played as equals with Liverpool. How do you see the debauchery of rival Flamengo fans who say the team played "on equal terms"? People in Brazil were very excited, the press said that Flamengo had a chance to win. Actually, football is played on the pitch, and Flamengo has a capable team, but I felt an ignorance of those who commented on our team. I do not question the quality of Flamengo, but I see that people did not respect us enough. We didn't even come close to performing at the level we have in the Premier League, both in intensity and technical level. It's very difficult to get out of English and replicate the standard in two games outside your routine. You're evangelical, very religious, and at Liverpool you have players of various faiths. How do these different faiths interact in everyday life? I'll correct that a bit. I'm not religious, I'm a follower of Christ. When we talk about religiosity, it's very tied to traditions and factors that stain the rich history of Christianity. Jesus is much more than religion. Is there a curiosity for each other's religion among you? We talk about it. When Firmino was baptized in the waters, everyone asked what it was, what it meant. I also like to understand how people of other religions think. It's nice even to meet our partner. Who else do you talk to about it? I talk a lot with Salah, because I try to understand a different reality than ours in Brazil. He also asks about it. Here in England there are a lot of Muslims, so I think the English know a lot more about Muslim culture than we do. It is something distant for us. We only knew about it through Jade's soap opera [character of "O Clone", from TV Globo]. Is there a lot of prejudice against evangelical players in Brazil? Prejudice is everywhere. Prejudice exists from the moment you have a hard time assimilating a different opinion, be it religion, sexual orientation or anything else. Not agreeing doesn't give me the right to act with prejudice. Our commandment as a Christian is to preach the word, but I do not invade any person's privacy to do that. If the person doesn't care, I won't talk. What is your opinion on the political polarization in Brazil? I believe that people preach a lot of freedom of expression, but they don't know how to respect the opinion of others. We've lived through years in which the left has sunk the country economically. They did good things, they helped mainly the poorest, but what was the goal? What they did bad was much more serious than the positive things. You don't have to put it on a scale. You did the wrong thing, you stole, but you helped the poor. It's not like that. I see the people who didn't vote for the Bolsonaro hoping he'll do something wrong to be right. It's not a question of being right. If he's a good president, he'll be good for everybody, even for people who didn't vote for him. I hope the changes that have taken place are for the good of Brazil and that I can continue my journey in the national team and bring joy to the people through football, which has always been an escape for our country. Translated originally with DeepL. Fixed a thing or two here and there. If anything wasn't clear, let me know so I can change it. Source:.
Part One I didn¡Çt run, though I don¡Çt know why. Maybe it was because of how welcoming she was. How beautiful. Or it could be I was too scared to turn my back, afraid that whatever this woman doll truly was, she would run me down and tear me apart, filling my mouth and ears and eyes with hundreds of tiny red legs and questing jaws. Or maybe it was because of how right it all felt. Because if I¡Çm honest, I wasn¡Çt confused or scared. I was overwhelmed with the same sense of relief you have when you wake from a bad dream and realize that worse version of life has fallen away from you. I knew the woman standing in front of me with her perfect skin and her warm, brown eyes wasn¡Çt my mother. I knew she had somehow come from the manikin, which meant that she was magic somehow, and something other than human. But when she bent down and gave me a gentle hug, it still made my heart hammer with joy. When I smelt the faint aroma of a perfume that¡Äwell, I didn¡Çt know what my mother might have smelled like, but I imagined it was just like that mingled scent of vanilla and honeysuckle. And when she laughed and talked to me, really seeing me and listening as I allowed myself to be led inside, there was one thought that thrummed deep and resonant in the center of my heart. I was finally home. I worried about what my father¡Çs reaction would be to a strange woman in his house, but Marisol (that was her name, she told me with a grin) assured me that she would handle it and it would all be okay. It was strange?we talked a lot in the two hours before he got home, but we never actually talked about it. Where she had come from, what she actually was, or anything else related to the strangeness of it all. It was as though there was an unspoken understanding between us?two old friends who knew the score and were happy enough with each other¡Çs company to ignore the questions it raised. Whether my father would be so laid-back¡Äthat might be a different matter entirely. When Dad came home and saw us sitting in the living room, his first reaction was surprise. He made an awkward greeting and then asked me who my friend was. When I told him that it was Marisol and she was supposed to stay with us, he looked funny for a moment as though remembering some hard to digest fact or idea. His eyes widened slowly as he looked at Marisol again and then me. ¡ÈHoney, come here for a minute please. ¡É He took me out into the front hallway and knelt down. ¡ÈIs this who I think it is? ¡É I felt relief that he recognized her too. ¡ÈYes, Daddy. It¡Çs the manikin. Or she came from the manikin at least. I haven¡Çt been upstairs to see if the doll is gone or not. ¡É He swallowed, glancing back into the living room nervously. ¡ÈHas she hurt you or done anything bad? ¡É I frowned and shook my head. ¡ÈNo, Daddy. She¡Çs real sweet. She wants to stay with us and I want her to too. ¡É Rubbing his lips, he gave a dry laugh. ¡ÈYeah, well¡Äwe¡Çll see. I need to talk to her. Try to understand this more. I¡Çd given up thinking it would work, and seeing it here¡Ä¡É He met my eyes. ¡ÈDo you think she came from the bugs you saw this morning? ¡É I shrugged, not liking the reminder of what I¡Çd seen. ¡ÈI don¡Çt know. I don¡Çt see how. She looks like the doll, not a bug. And she¡Çs nice. ¡É I paused and then added. ¡ÈShe makes me happy. ¡É My father¡Çs face softened and he gave a nod. ¡ÈI¡ÄI understand, baby. I¡Çm not saying she can¡Çt stay. Not yet. But I have to talk to her. Check her out some. You stay out here for a bit and I¡Çll take her in the kitchen. Okay? ¡É I started to nod when he grabbed my arms gently. ¡ÈBaby, if you hear anything scary or anything bad happens, you do not stay here or try to help. You run down the road to the neighbor¡Çs house, okay? Tell them to call someone. The police, I guess. You understand? ¡É I nodded, worry stirring in my stomach?not that she would try to hurt us, but that my father might get scared and make her leave. ¡ÈI promise. But it¡Çll be okay, Daddy. ¡É He gave me a weak smile before leaning forward to kiss my forehead. ¡ÈI hope so. Just sit tight until I get you. ¡É Standing back up, he went into the living room and asked Marisol to talk to him in the kitchen. The time waiting for them to come back seemed to drag on forever, but when they finally did come back, I could tell they had worked things out. They both seemed happy, and they told me my father had agreed Marisol could stay with us on a trial basis. We¡Çd turn my mother¡Çs old sewing room into a guest bedroom, and we¡Çd see how things went from there. They glanced at each other when he said this, and even then I had the thought that he liked her too. That just like me, he was tired of being lonely. That night we had a big dinner and stayed up late, and when they finally carried me up to bed, I noticed that the corner of my room was bare. Smiling at Marisol sleepily, I reached out and touched her hair. ¡ÈIt really is you, isn¡Çt it? ¡É She nodded, her eyes twinkling in the dark. ¡ÈIt is, sweetness. Now get some sleep. ¡É The following morning I woke up in a panic, sure that the day before had just been a wonderful dream. But then I smelled breakfast cooking and laughter from downstairs. I rushed down the stairs much as I had the day before, but when I rounded the corner this time, I saw my father and Marisol talking and joking around as they cooked breakfast. Even at seven, there was a part of me that knew it was all very strange?how could we be comfortable with something like this, particularly so quickly? The best answer I had was that it was part of the magic of Marisol being there at all?a wonderful magic that had made us a real family again overnight. I know this makes me sound as though I was either very naïve or willfully blind, and both are probably a bit true. But I wasn¡Çt an idiot. Over the days and weeks that followed, I always kept a close watch on Marisol and my father. I could never completely shake my memories of the manikin glowing or what had come out of it, and it prevented me from entirely trusting her at first, despite my strong desire to just give in to our new life entirely. But she really did seem good and nice. She was always kind and fun, and just being around her made you feel happy and safe. And it was good to see my father smile again. Really smile and really laugh, not just the fake stuff he¡Çd always done for my benefit. I hadn¡Çt known the difference before, but I did now, and I couldn¡Çt imagine going back to the way things had been for either of us. When, after a couple of months, Marisol stopped staying in the guest room and started staying with my father, I understood on some level what that meant. They started giving each other odd looks and would whisper when they thought I didn¡Çt notice. They¡Çd hold hands and sit close, and it made me happy because I could tell that my father loved her as much as I did, and that meant Marisol was here to stay. It¡Çs funny that I have such clear memories of all of this. My ability to remember, and even my perception of time, has never seemed to dull. If anything, I might recall things more clearly than I think is natural. I can look back at almost any point in the last thirty years and see the day as though I was reliving it?from the day Marisol came to us up until now as I write this all down. It¡Çs funny because, despite all that clarity, it took almost two years from that first day with Marisol for me to realize that after that day, we¡Çd never left the house again. I never went to school, my father never left to go to work. No one ever visited or came to check on us. We had food and water and lights. We even had the same handful of channels on t. v. But we never, ever actually left. That thought, that terrible and strange epiphany, was hard for me to understand and even harder to hold on to. It was like a slippery fish or bar of soap?the harder I tried to grasp the idea and keep it, the more it would squirt through my fingers, sometimes not returning for days or even weeks. I finally figured out that so long as I didn¡Çt look at it directly, it would stay around a bit longer. With practice, I managed to keep it in the corner of my mind¡Çs eye longer and longer, and after a few months I was able to remember our imprisonment long enough to ask my father about it. He was sitting by himself in my mother¡Çs old sewing room, though I supposed it¡Çs last job had been as Marisol¡Çs room for a short time. Standing at the door to the room, I was struck by how sad and lost he looked. It reminded me of all the recent times I¡Çd seen glimpses of that same forlorn sadness in him when he didn¡Çt think I was looking. I paused for a second and heard a sound from downstairs. Marisol was still down there watching a movie, or that¡Çs what it sounded like. My father looked up as I gently shut the door behind me. He started to put on a smile when I blurted out my question before I could lose it again. ¡ÈDid you know that we¡Çre always here? We never leave the house. Not ever. ¡É His face paled as the smile fell away. Lowering his eyes, he nodded. ¡ÈI know. Some times I know. It¡Çs gotten more and more the last few months where I can remember. ¡É He looked up, his expression fearful. ¡ÈI¡Çve asked Marisol about it. She just laughs and ask why we would want to leave? We have everything we could want right here. ¡É I found myself wanting to nod, to agree with her, but I forced myself to stop. I didn¡Çt know where I ended and she began any more, and it frightened me. ¡ÈWe have a good life, Dad. But that¡Çs not right is it? We should be able to go out, right? See people and be part of the world like normal? Isn¡Çt that the way it was before? ¡É I left off ¡È Marisol came to live with us ¡É, but it still hung in the air between us like a poison cloud. He nodded, his eyes glimmering. ¡ÈI think so, sweetie. I have trouble thinking about it a lot of the time, but I¡Çm pretty sure this isn¡Çt right. I¡ÄI think I tra
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