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In a world where technology rules with an iron fist, a group of rebels use phone apps to cast spells and weave enchantments into megaphones, motorcycles, and electric guitars. Magepunk is the future.

Cyber punk by way of the council of elrond. I really don't think this one came out great. It's...okay. I would probably skip it unless you really want to see lord of the rings re-imagined as cyberpunk.
Art banged on the door and pulled his hood up against the rain and spysats.”Lomir,” he whispered. The concealment spell spread out around them to infect every digital eye in a block. It would only last a minute; the enemy was stronger than ever, but it should be enough.
He spoke to the man next to him. “Okay Fred, everything is going to be okay now. These are the best magi in the world, if anybody can help us it’s them.”
The man next to him huddled in his coat. They both had brown hair, but where Art was tall, broad, and lean, with grey eyes, fitting for an ex-Army ranger, Fred was short with brown eyes and shaggy hair.
A thin woman with long dark hair opened the door a crack. “Were you followed?” she hissed.
Art shook his head. “No, I took precautions El. I’ve got a concealment spell up but I think they know we’re in the area.” His eyes went wide as he felt some of the cameras start to come back online. “Shit. I think the Eye is looking for us. The spell is failing. Let us in!”
El jerked the door open and waved them in before slamming it shut. She snapped off a single hair from her head and wrapped the doorknob, and whispered “findele.” The hair dissolved in to a mass of nanites that set about reinforcing the door.
El turned back around to face them. She was pretty but could have been any age from a rough 25 to a well preserved 50. “That should hold them for a while. With any luck they’ll just think it was a random outage.” She examined Fred. “So. You’re supposed to save us all.”
Fred shuffled his feet. “I guess. I don’t really understand everything, but Art found me. Said I needed to take this to Oculus headquarters to destroy it.” Fred pulled a ring out of his pocket and held it up.
El stared. She started to reach out to examine it but caught herself in time and pulled back. “You...you just hold on to that.” She brushed past them to move down the hall. “Come on, you’re the last ones to arrive. We have a war council to attend.”
She led them down a dark hallway. “Cala.” The old LED lights along the hallway glowed gently to life, still good after all these years. They came out in a large room, lined with monitors and humming server racks, with a large table in the center. There were 4 other people already sitting around it.
“Okay, so this is everyone. That’s Legs,” she pointed to a tall lanky blonde man, who nodded, “Grim,” a shorter man, about Freds height, with a bushy beard, wearing a lot of leather, “Barry,” he was a bit shorter than Art but had the same coloring, “And Gramps,” and old man with a scraggly beard, holding a staff, he was wearing grey robes.
“I told you my name is Linus,” he snapped.
“And I told you that we aren’t using our real names. This council is warded and air gapped but we can’t take chances. Gramps.”
He grumbled and crossed his arms.
El gestured to the table. “Go ahead and take a seat. Coffee?” Everyone nodded. “Tulu yullas,” she said in a clear voice. Fred could hear a coffee maker hum to life and saw a small drone zip over to it with a tray. “Coffee should be around shortly, everyone. Now, Gramps,” she smirked as she said it, “I think it would be best if you told us what you found.”
Gramps grumbled and stood up. “Very well. It started a month ago when I went to meet with one of my contacts, Sarah. Known her for years. I wanted to discuss recent movements Oculus has been making. Buying up opposition, squashing dissident stories. They haven’t put out a new product in years, ever since Google crushed them in the AR wars, but there was rumbling that something big was going to happen soon. Sarah said she had information on it.”
Gramps took a cup of coffee from the drone and took a sip. “She was at least telling the truth about that. I told her that the ring,” he nodded to Fred, “had turned up again like a bad penny and was making its way around the world. She seemed pretty shocked by that, and insisted that we secure it. We quarrelled over it, I wanted it to be destroyed, she said I was being a fool. I said that with this we could destroy oculus forever, but she just wanted the power.”
Gramps sighed. “I trusted her, so I didn’t have any firewalls up. She finally told me that she had joined forces with Oculus, and wanted to know if I would join her. I laughed in her face. That’s when she triggered her binding. Burnt out almost everything I had on me all at once, including my phone,” he threw a burnt piece of plastic on the table, “supposed to be military grade but the battery blew out immediately. Blew out my ID, my rings, everything. Then she triggered another app, the walls of a cage shot up around me. I was stuck and she knew it. She told me I would have plenty of time to think about it and left.”
Gramps grinned. “But all her fancy apps failed to account for my walking stick here.” He picked it up. “Had a backup ID and com ring deep in a secret compartment, wrapped in a faraday cage. Took me a while to get it wired up to the aether, but once I did, I was able to make contact with a friend of mine, he was able to get me out. Came here soon as I was able.”
Fred raised his hand. El smiled at that. “You don’t have to do that here, Fred. You have a question?”
Fred nodded. “But what’s so special about this ring, anyway? It’s just a ring.”
El shook her head. “Unfortunately, it’s not just a ring. It’s a biometric lock that gives you access to all of their bitcoin deposits. It has the original passcode that all of their accounting was based on. If you were to take that to their headquarters, you would have complete control over their company. You could do whatever you wanted with it, burn it to the ground, control it, sell it, anything. And there’s nothing they could do to stop you. They will do literally anything to get a hold of it.”
“But why me?”
“That’s an incredible coincidence. According to my scrying, well, you remember your Uncle Bill?” Fred nodded. “He was their CFO since the beginning. Crypto wasn’t as popular then and people were still worried about security, so he went to the main server of the company and had it create a ring. That ring. It contains the password to give you access to all of their crypto accounts, and you can only access it if you have the right biohash. His biohash, as it turns out. And you happen - by some one in a billion chance - to share the right markers with him. Given enough time, any of us in this room could fake it. But you can just use it outright.” El nodded to Gramps. “Thank you, Gramps, please take a seat. Barry, I believe you were next?”
Barry stood up and nodded to Art. “Some of you I’ve met before, some I haven’t, but I’m Barry. Me and my brother Frank, we’re heirs to one of the Google fortunes. And we’ve been digging.”
“I remember the technomage wars, a lot of us do, and I know that the official history is that the remnants of the Fang alliance - after Facebook was crushed - was able to defeat oculus and kill their chance at recovery, but I’m here to tell you that just isn’t true. It was largely a draw, until Oculus just withdrew. They stopped fighting everywhere, ended all their rituals, and went back in to research and development mode. And look around you. They might have officially ‘lost,’ but Oculus still makes the best haptics around. That’s why they are still the most popular, even years after they stopped producing anything new.”
“My brother, Frank, he’s the oldest, so he gets a chance to play with the newest technology. He showed me this new piece that lets you hack in your dreams. You know how fast dream time is, well, the response time on this lets you pass through firewalls like they aren’t even there. So, one night, he took me scrying with him. We decided to go for oculus headquarters. We thought they were dead. We were wrong.”
“It was six of us. Frank was having a party and everyone wanted to try out the newest scrying method, so we went under and followed him over the aether into the oculus servers. Like I said, we thought they were dead, but what we saw there...massive databases chugging away, servers running at peak capacity, security like nothing I’ve ever seen. We had to hide from bot patrols every five minutes. I wanted to leave but Frank wanted to keep looking, so we went deeper in to the racks. That was a mistake.”
“They shouldn’t have been able to find us, but, well, someone was dropping packets. One of the bots was able to spot his tracks and start running us down. Frank heard the alarm going off before any of us. He told us to run, to get back to the party. We did, but not everyone made it.”
Barry slumped forward. “Frank and I, we’re the best. We’ve been hacking since we were old enough to punch a keyboard. We made it out. But the rest of them weren’t so lucky. The bots caught them, and...this is the part I don’t understand, they killed them. Not in the aether, in the real. Every other person in our party had seizures and died right there. We knew right then that we had to do something. Once I heard that the ring was back in play, well, I knew I needed to come here and talk it out with El. Frank stayed behind. He’s fighting them every night in his dreams, trying to slow down whatever they’re doing, but he needs help. We all do.” Barry sat down heavily and stared at his coffee. “You got any whiskey for this?”
Grim grunted and pulled a flask out of his vest. “Take it, lad.” He slid it across the table. Barry raised it back to Grim in a toast, then uncapped it and filled up his coffee cup with it.
Grim stood up. “Might as well go next. Go by Grim.” He had a scottish accent. “I’m not famous like some of ye, but I’m one of the best damn app programmers in the world. Runs in the family. My father, he wrote the very first micropayment app. We have a reputation. You need something new built? You come to the Grim family. We can build anything.”
“So we weren’t all that surprised when a representative from Oculus came by a few weeks ago. Really slimy shite, hands like he’d never woven a script in his life. He said he wanted something new. Something like the world had never seen. He said he couldn’t offer us the details until we signed, but he promised to make it worth our while. And then, he pulled out a ring, like that one,” he nodded to Fred, who shoved the hand inside his pocket, “and told us that it was a biometric lock, keyed to one of the outstanding Oculus crypto fortunes. The exact numbers had been lost, but it was worth a fortune. And they would key it to us, as long as we agreed to work with them.”
“Well, my father thanked him for his time and told him we would be in touch, and then showed him the door. He told me ‘Laddie, I don’t care what they wanted us to build, that price was too much.’ We sat up late that night, drinking whiskey, and we couldn’t figure out what they might want so badly. Or for that matter, how in the world oculus had that much money to throw at us. It was wrong. And then we talked about the Fang war, when huge swaths of people could be cut off at a moment's notice as the aether buckled under the traffic. He told me ‘I don’t know what’s going to happen, lad, but it’s bad. I can feel it in me bones.’ He said he knew you, El, from way back, said you would have some insight as to what’s going on. I can tell you, after hearing all these stories, I’m starting to think my da was right.” Grim sat back down. Everyone looked at Legs. He lifted his eyebrows. “Oh, me?” He had an english accent. He smiled at Grim. “I think his father’s correct. And there’s no way I’m going to let my man go into that kind of danger alone.”
Grim blushed. “No need to bring up our personal life, Legs. I’m happy to have you along.” Legs leaned over and ruffled his hair. Grim tried to sink into the chair.
El smiled. “I can respect that, Legs. I believe that with this new information, I finally understand what is going on there.” She stood. “Barry was correct when he said that Oculus chose to lose the Fang war. I believe, after hearing your stories, I know why. What I know for sure is that on the day the turned inward, their head of engineering died. He was trying out a new haptic protocol. His death sounds very much like what your friends experienced, Barry. They have been snapping up all the best magi in the world, which is obviously why they came for you Gramps, and you, Grim. They are weaving something dark in there. Let me show you something.” She raised her voice. “Tul!”
A wheeled cage came rolling in on it’s own. Inside was a man that was all skin and bones. He flinched from the light and cowered in his cage.
El sighed. “This...WAS...Gary. He was an associate of mine, but he was doing something very similar to your friends, Barry. He was trying out a new haptic that gave him unprecedented response time, because it operated on a different part of the brain. He was using it just like you, to explore the oculus servers. But maybe because they didn’t perceive him as a threat, they didn’t kill him. They enslaved him. When we took off the haptics, he started attacking everyone. It took eight of us to seal him in this cage. His mind is gone. I’ve communed with him, I’ve dived deep into his mind, but it’s gone. The only desire left is to kill for oculus. Make no mistake, if I were to let him out of this cage he would do his best to kill all of us. Vanya.” The cage rolled back into the shadows.
“I believe this is what they are working towards. This is why their security is so tight, why their servers run day and night creating terrible engines, why the corrupted Sarah. Their plan is to deploy this evil thing to every Oculus haptic out there and create an army of slaves. They will take over the world without firing a shot. The only good news is that since they are still recruiting, they have not completed the project. We still have time to bring them down. With that ring, Fred, we can go to the center of their headquarters, and destroy all their power. We can transfer away all of their savings and leave them with nothing, and they will collapse.” She turned her gaze to the rest of the table. “But he cannot go alone. Who will go with him?”
Art was the first one to stand. “I’m just a grunt, but,” he pulled out the monomolecular blade on his back, “you have my sword.”
Barry stood up. “And my code.”
Grim stood up and pounded his fist on the table. “And my apps!”
Legs and Gramps also nodded. El smiled. “Good. Then we have a fellowship.”
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Alpha Rovers greatest moments V2.0

It's been about 6 months since this list was last updated, let's see if we can get to 101. Currently at 76.
1-Pushes his cat in a cat stroller
2 -Gets another man to change a lightbulb
3 -Rides around on a 9bot
4 -Choked on a shot of whiskey
5 -Complained about his drawn butter
6 -Makes homosexual jokes about co-workers
7 -Mocks people with speech impediments and/or disabilities
8 -Watched all Twilight and 50 Shades movies
9 -Drinks Champagne all year round
10 -Befriended a mouse that lives in bushes outside his house. Claims mouse had "little mouse hands". (credit thehotsister)
11 -Asks women if they like backdoor action
12 -Asks women when they started developing breasts
13 -Facetimes with an 8 year old girl regularly
14 -Likes to tell stories about his threesomes with another dude, not sure as if he recalls having a threesome with 2 females. (Chaka7511) (Terryballsonchin)
15 -Started wrestling boys around the same time he started masturbating, not sure as if he recalls wrestling a girl. (Chaka7511)
16 -Likes to befriend turtles. (rawdog87)
17 -Hates every popular thing for inexplicable reasons . (blueskynoise88)
18 -Lets ex girlfriend Duji walk all over him. (blueskynoise88)
19 -Has never exceeded 199.99 pounds. (blueskynoise88)
20 -Dislikes people that are passionate about stuff. (jt312)
21 -Once downed a tub of animal crackers over the course of one show. (ThrashemCatchem)
22 -Calls B2's dad for anything that involes tools. (qigger)
23 -Once picked up a hammer and was rushed to ER by B2mywife for a sliver that was undetectable with modern medical technology. (SnitzTheGoat)
24 -Doesn't feel comfortable eating chocolate covered bananas in public. (Sanity0004)
25 -Sprained his wrist while attempting to vacuum. Bought a Roomba instead. (DetroitLightningSF)
26 -Loves telling long stories about the shit ton of dippin dots he ate over weekend. (Subtle_OG)
27 -Has expressed interest in learning more about soccer. (liluzipurp)
28 -Likes to freeze his chocolate dusted nuts. Claims they are delicious. (jeffmoss262)
29 -Got married in swishy pants. (Triceratastic)
30 -Plays the flute. (notdongbobbler)
31 -Has wife pump gas when he's not in his Tesla, that he owns, because it's electric and thus doesn't need gas. (MrsHoose6)
32 -Was shot but fortunately the bullet only grazed him and didn't leave much of a scar.
33 -Rarely mentions this subreddit and says Reddit like he's unsure what it is.
34 -Deleted message board from his website and claims he doesn't read internet comments.
35 -Doesn't like to acknowledge the city that made him. Prefers "The City where the show is based" and sometimes "Up north here"
36 -Wears a "nail bracelet" that his wife gave him for "nailing her so good". (hspencer1)
37 -When Anderson Cooper comes up, Rover likes to mention at least 3 times that he really likes Anderson Cooper.
38 -Was once kidnapped by a large woman and possibly sexually assaulted, but not sure...
39 -Favorite insults are "What a doooosh" and "What a jacknut"
40 -Invites a tech expert on show to take calls, makes a joke suggesting the tech expert is a pervert, then proceeds to answer calls himself.
41 -Ahhbsessed with anal sex. Likes to tell every hookup girl the proper way to do it. LOTS OF LUBE!
42 -Shaves all of his body hair, including his anus. Hmm...
43 -Chose to travel the world with Charlie, whom he insists is a beta homosexual. Strange coincidence...
44 -Bought an orginal Star Trek outfit for over a thousand dollars. Says Game of Thrones fans are nerds. (jerichosway) (lucky917)
45 -Claims he has never told B2 his wife that he loves her. (SnitzTheGoat)
46 -Allegedly told Duji he loves her when they dated.
47 -Had sex with Duji for a decade.
48 -Married a girl out of his league, B2mywife, but seemingly prefers masturbating in bed while she sleeps instead of sex.
49 -Had B2 his wife assemble his grill.
50 -Never spoke on the phone with B2 his wife until they married. Later shocks his fans by admitting that he did in fact speak to her before the marriage. (hspcencer1)
51 -Talks to Duji on the phone every morning on his way to work.
52 -Made a sex tape with Duji. Ewww that is sick!
53 -Would send emails to Duji posing as his cat.
54 -Took time off work when his cat died.
55 -Found out his dad died on the air. Shrugged it off.
56 -Sent his Uber driver back to pick up his baseball cap. (CantLookAway99)
57 -Doesn't understand how Charlie and Snitz have so much time to watch netflix and hulu. Proceeds to watch 86 episodes of the Sopranos in 2 weeks.
58 -Watches every Oscar nominated movie to prepare for the Oscars, then spends two days gabbing all about it.
59 -Cried in bed next to Duji when he was allegedly dumped by a local news reporter.
60 -Makes fun of Rush Limbaughs fake radio voice, used to sound an awful lot like Rush Limbaugh. See Dieter vs Butterbean.
61 -Likes to interrupt people to correct their pronunciation.
62 -Likes to stop in the middle of an email to point out a misspelled word.
63 -Doesn't follow anyone on twitter.
64 -Doesn't recall if he was engaged to Duji.
65 -Doesn't have kids, but cut ones umbilical cord.
66 - Claims rock is dead and thus has no choice but to listen to Pink, Taylor Swift and Camila Cabello. Even had a Range Rover that only played Pink. (Cantlookaway99) (Chaka7511) (Dieterswig)
67 -According to one eye witness Rover was seen dancing on his boat to a Pink song. (Mtneer24)
68 -Comes up with painful and/or humiliating competitions for his underlings but never competes himself.
69 -Used to pick up chicks by pretending to be an australian actor, complete with accent and his black friend Tyrone playing the part of bodyguard.
70 -Had an indian friend Patel, says he smelled of curry and didn't even know it.
71 -Said the girls of Babymetal were hot, not realizing they were 12-14 at the time.
72 -Thinks Track Jackets and Hurley hats are cool.
73 -Can not say the word "podcast" without immense disdain.
74 -His show is always #1 when an affiliate drops him.
75 -Handles criticism by talking louder than caller, then claiming said caller hung up.
76 -Says he was #1 before JLR and will be #1 after JLR. Most viewed youtube clip is JLR.
77 -Drinks La Croix.
Update 2.0
78 -Wrestles with co-workers 9 year old girl
79 -Plays mysterious "sleeping monster" game with co-workers 9 year old girl
80 -Kicked out of Auschwitz for squeaky shoes
81 -Says Cindy on The Brady Bunch was "the hot one"
82 -Called his co-workers morons for jumping on the Bitcoin bandwagon while secretly investing himself (calipiterseverywhere)
83 -Hosted illegal warehouse parties during his rebellious teenage flute playing years. (BigGulpsx)
84 -Wears hoodies in the summer. Too Alpha for AC. (chongo11)
85 -Lost wedding ring playing in the snow with ex-girlfriends daughter (chongo11)
86 -Asks for an opinion, proceeds to explain how opinion is wrong, just wrong! (NwoNW)
87 -Approves of a rejoin shitting on other shows for doing lists, proceeds to do 1-2 lists per show. (NwoNW)
88 -Gets tour bus with his face plastered all over it to get the show more exposure, then hides bus in secluded parking lots. (jeffmoss262)
89 -Wants gun regulations for people with mental health issues. Lost his shit when his ex-girlfriend went on a date. (PeterMEWL)
90 -Wore zippers fashioned into a jacket in Paris. (Fartboxboy4life)
91 -Shits on Dieter for keeping his girlfriend now wife secret. Was in secret relationship with Duji for a decade. (Fartboxboy4life)
92 -Gets an upset tummy when he drinks beer. Going to Germany for Oktoberfest.
93 -Frequent emergency bowel movements and avoidance of B2 suggests leaky butt and explosive diarrhea, possibly from a stretched/weakened sphincter. (DeeJayShawDay)
94 -Has spent entire segments arguing over the correct pronunciation of Maybach.
95 -Is pro eugenics
96 -Explained away a pile of tissues next to his bed as being the result of so much sex with B2mywife.
97 -Laughs at JLR for getting a prostitute. Brags about dating a porn star.
98 -Flooded the engine of his sport suv by driving through a puddle (sandiegotaco)
99 -Still claims he's never told his wife that he loves her but is sure to tell her how much he appreciates her everyday. (Roger4Pres)
100 -Has pictures of co-workers 9 year old daughter all over his workcenter. (Roger4Pres)
101 -Rover during his teenage years of running from cops and banging chicks left and right. https://imgur.com/gallery/MzRS0h4 (DeeJayShawDay)
102 -Claims he can throw a baseball 75+ mph but on the day he was going to prove it his wrist starting hurting. (Roger4Pres)
103 -Claims he has a friend. What's more, this friends name is "Crank" and Rover talks to him about once a year. (Roger4Pres)
104 -Became an expert in mental health after working in a mental hospital for 1 year, but doesn't like to mention this more than once every 3 hours. (mos661)
105 -Is sure to let every black celebrity he interviews know that he had a single mother and they were poor when he was growing up in Vegas. (mos661)
106 -Made his wife quit her job to “help” with all of his business. Does not pay her anything, then bitches when she wants something. “B2 is looking for a new car, well I guess I’m getting a new car cuz I’m paying for it” (hspencer1)
107 -Made the decision to become a soccer fan at the age of 42 and immediately flew to London to watch a game. Not interested in Cleveland sports teams or even acknowledging they exist.
108 -Somehow grew up poor despite his parents being a doctor and a lawyer.
109 -Loves gabbing about his non-processed diet. Goes to Dairy Queen at least once a week with some little girl.
110 -Once spent an entire segment bitching at Charlie for using a day and a half of vacation time. Meanwhile, Rover is going to Europe for 3rd or 4th vacation this year.
111 -Will CANCEL your RMG+ membership if you bitch about RMG+. Gained Legendary Alpha status as a result. (hspencer1)
112 -When he walks around the block by his house he is always traveling uphill. It is currently unknown how he achieves this seemingly impossible feat. (multiple mentions)
113 -Was surpised by the speed of a turtle he tried to catch.
114 -Won't push a shopping cart or carry out leftovers as these are the job of a woman. (hspencer1)
115 -Has his 93 pound wife drag the garbage cans to the curb. (hspencer1)
116 -Has B2 deal with handymen that do work around the house so he can pretend he's too busy to fix things himself.
117 -Suggests he's going to fire Duji for her poor news reading skills on a daily basis for close to 20 years.
118 -Had a marker thrown in his face by Duji. Promised to get back at her one day. This was around 2015.
119 -Continues to do a poor impersonation of JLR despite universal hatred for it.
120 -Kept quiet while Gene Simmons treated him like a little bitch.
121 -Said Rob was a horrible person for denying he was the father of a child. Rover continues to deny he has any kids despite spending all his time with one that looks just like him.
122 -According to a recent poll, Rover is the second least liked person on his own show. This might explain why Duji is still around.
123 -Says everything on Reddit is a lie. Everything on this list is a verifiable fact except a few that are more speculation.
124 -Says "Iced" instead of "fired"
125 -Says "The hiv" instead of "HIV"
126 -Instead of coming up with entertaining radio bits he prefers to spend his time working on the technical side of the show like the "WIRES!" and the broken video player that is RMGTV. Too full of himself to hire a professional. (johnclevohio)
127 -Instead of simply calling it "the news" he insists on calling it "the shizzy, the news" (moss661)
128 -Went to a sex club and got serviced by some hot chick but can’t quite recall any of the details (NwoNW)
129 -Says a little bit of JLR goes a long way. Fans say hire JLR full time and get him in the studio.
130 -Claims he is lifting 30lb dumbbells, could easily prove it but chooses not to.
131 -Takes a girl he claims he's not the father of to "Daddy daughter dances"
132 -Was enraged when he learned Snitz was making 1 to 10 dollars a week on Twitch. Says fans were only donating that money because of his RMG fame.
133 -At 5 years old he experienced a lifetime of adventures.
134 -Made his wife cry when she bought the wrong candy bars for Halloween.
135 -Befriended an insect, possibly a silverfish, that lived in a hole in his shower. (zdriver7)
136 -Flew First Class while his wife rode coach. (zdriver7)
137 -Is so dedicated to putting on a good show that he arrives a full minute before the show goes live. Only arrives late 1-3 times a month.
138 -Shits on Bob and Tom for fake laughing but acts oblivious to Duji's incredibly fake and annoying laughing.
139 -Promised a 10 year retrospective. 10 years ago.
140 -Allegedly gave Duji a six figure payout when they broke up.
141 -Frequently inquires about the age of Snitz's daughters.
142 -Rates his wife a 7. Also rates Duji a 7.
143 -Asked a guest if his sons were "well hung"
144 -Made his wife cry by taking 30 seconds to make reservations at a restaurant (LarryJarocque)
145 -Complained for years about pain in the tip of his penis. Was cured by a finger up his butt. (LarryJarocque)
146 -Frequently shows up to work with a white substance on his lips (LarryJarocque)
147 -Was spotted in the wild wearing these https://imgur.com/a/FVMlwhg (Roger4Pres) (notdongbobbler)
148 -Says Americans are fat and stuff their faces with Doritos and cheeseburgers all day. Is fat and stuffs his face with animal crackers.
149 -Buys a million dollar bus to tour the country and go to all the big events. Goes to something called Spiedie Fest instead. A festival dedicated to cubed chicken in a bun...
150 -Blocked his door with a heavy old typewriter so he could have his virginity taken without interruption. (NwoNW)
151 -Chose not to get his wife anything for their first anniversary.
152 -Has special wipes for his oily eyelids.
153 -Only buys the douchiest of vehicles. Ranger Rovers, Teslas and possibly a G-wagon soon.
154 -Isn't comfortable drinking tap water because it runs through pipes while recognizing the fact that bottled water also runs through pipes. (jtr489)
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A call to action from a future Validator

Hi there,
I wanted to explain an idea I have been stewing on for over a year now and hope to present a compelling business case for what is and why I feel this is urgent. Let me preface this by giving you a bit about me: I have been involved in cryptocurrency (investing/using & playing in the ecosystem) since 2013. I joined the Ethereum community in 2016 and have for the most part silently observed the traction over the years. My long-term plans involve becoming a validator, with a timeframe measured in decades. My mindset is I’m in this for the long haul and don’t care for parlour tricks or anything that doesn’t actually drive true growth. I told myself for the longest time my voice wouldn’t matter, because other people are making decisions. However my call-to-action is seeing what, and most importantly, why, things need to change for the longevity and growth of this network and by seeing others beginning to speak up about the issues we face today I am encouraged to do the same instead of continually lurking in the background. I now understand tackling these decisions today will only make us stronger in the long-run. So yes, let’s figure that out as a community — but let’s not get ahead of ourselves and let me begin by explaining the what and why.
What I want as a future Validator:
I want to give up a % of my block reward as a validator to a DAO/community led fund that’s sole purpose is to sustain/implement core protocol research/audits & development. Honestly, I am absolutely begging for this to happen and for us to get our heads out of the sand and to realize how important this is. Simply: Let me give up a slice of my reward, so that my remaining slice is in turn even more valuable long term.
Why do I want to give up a % of my reward as a future Validator:
Let me be blunt and transparent: Because when I put on my investor hat you’re right I DO want my actual ether to be worth something more than what it would be than if I didn’t do this as a validator. I’m not doing this out of pure altruism, I am doing this because I can see this will be better both for the health and growth of our network long run and thus in turn my bottom line. Let’s not split hairs here: Yes, I do genuinely believe in decentralization & the spirit of this community and that’s what brought me here a few years ago. But let’s also not pretend investment and opportunity cost do not matter. The money I have in Ethereum today (which I’ve held through thick and thin: the DAO hack and from $1400->$82, and will continue to do so) matters to me and I’d like to see it worth more tomorrow and in 3,5,12 years than it is today. So let me break down how this reward cut accomplishes it. Here is my thesis point-by-point:
1.) There are public services on Ethereum that would benefit from being built as a greater good, yet right now there are no ‘true’ incentives for them to be built and/or are underfunded by grants. Instead we see mostly ICO’s trying to build on top of the protocol to capture that value or teams switching last minute and adding immense friction by doing an ICO/token model (ie: Raiden) to do so. Let me be clear here: I don’t blame developers for this — they’re just reacting to the reality of the market. It’s on us to provide the proper incentives for them to actually build the tooling and infrastructure we all need for tomorrow.
2.) The stronger the protocol, the more likely people will in turn build more on top of it. For 2016-2018 it was clear Ethereum had the best developer mindshare. Well now there is competition and we need to get our act together. By doing so, there will be more platform “confidence” as developers/users know this protocol has a sustainable path towards research, innovation. As an investor, we care about this too. This is what keeps me up at night when I think about how to allocate my capital in this space. Who or what platform actually gets this?
3.) The true driver of the price of Ether is largely a derivative of the mindshare/talent working on the base layer. Like Microsoft in the 90s said: It’s all about the developers. Let’s not only keep the best talent working in our ecosystem and stop slippage to competitors, but also grow our development velocity at a faster rate. We need to give them more support. Based on the velocity and pushbacks I would say they’re likely underappreciated, underpaid and overworked for the most part. It’s a high pressure job and mostly thankless; we need to correct this and ensure they’re here with us for the long run, while ideally adding even more to the core team so we can ensure deadlines get hit in the future.
4.) More useful things being built on L1/protocol = drawing in even more L2 architecture/talent building in our ecosystem = more developers building better things with better tooling/security and infrastructure = more transactions & usage of the network = this drives growth in all key stakeholders in our ecosystem = more validator rewards for people like myself. This is simply a positive feedback loop, but we need the catalyst to start it.
More Information:
I can hear some skeptics say right now: Well why don’t you just send your own ether in as a contribution to any of these underfunded teams? Because I alone can’t do this and that isn’t a 5+ year solution. I alone can’t plug all these holes. What are these holes? Underfunded teams, developers choosing to do useless ICO’s (not all, but most IMO) instead of developing public protocol infrastructure we so desperately need, or worse yet they’re leaving to go work on competitors who can promise them better terms. In fact, why would you stick around? My research shows me you’re likely being paid below market rate (sorry this is also an uncomfortable truth, and it bothers me because I want these developers to be paid their market rate at the very minimum), and you can go join a new rock star team and try to develop/capture value from the ground floor through genesis tokens on Blockchain 5.0 project or whatever. In fact, when Vitalik graciously sent out grants a few months ago, I didn’t get a warm fuzzy feeling, but was filled with dread. This issue was clearly bubbling to the surface, I was very happy for those teams who received it, but I was thinking how inefficient this is that we have to rely on altruism from whales or early winners to make this happen. That, in my books is not sustainable to continue to be the clear leader for innovation in this increasingly crowded space. That’s not a recipe for meeting project deadlines, it’s simply unsorted chaos and a tragedy of the commons on our part.
How would this work?
I envision this happening during Eth 2.0 switch to the Beacon Chain when PoS comes online. I doubt we can implement an EIP for this to happen with PoW, but let’s remember here: miners, while providing a service, are only a stop-gap for the real long term solution — which is PoS. PoS is people like me, who want to bet on the future of this network and here I am saying yes let me take less because in the end, honestly, I want more -- both in the value of my rewards for staking and for the actual value I believe the Ethereum platform can deliver in the future. It’s the validators of tomorrow, not the miners of today we have to convince. So how does this actually work? I don’t have all the details and this posts scratches more on the what & why. For how: ideally we can create an EIP with the details/mechanics on how to divert some portion of the staking reward that can be implemented right at the start of when we switch to PoS. We get community support and this happens.
Brief closing thoughts
What drew me to Ethereum community in the first place was the excitement & energy along with the ethos of experimentation and knowing this would be a bold risk. It drew in so much talent, energy, and developers even from the Bitcoin community who some way understood why this might be meaningful. I feel like Ethereum has almost kind of “frozen up” in a scared of your own shadow this last year or so. To me the spirit of Ethereum is innovation, forging forward and the ability to adapt and react. Well reality has come: We are experiencing some major talent slippage (to icos and various other projects) and other 3.0 projects are coming online, & honestly some of them looking quite promising. I don’t want Ethereum to compete on “brand” or anything like that, I want Ethereum to continue to be the go-to if a developer wants a true decentralized sandbox to develop, nurture and incubate applications and ideas that will shape the world. We’ll need more tooling for eWasm. We’ll need more developers to audit code & build 1.X Eth & tooling to help switch 1.0 Dapps to 2.0 when that time comes. We’ll need more base layer infrastructure to help onboard and integrate software engineers from outside the blockchain world seamlessly. We need to pay them what they’re worth, and let them know that when they’re building the scaffolding for Eth 2.0 that they actually have a runway of funds & we have their back. We’ll need better UX, L2 scaling, formalized standards, wallets and general applications to run on top of the chain and so much more. What we really need is to show we can reach consensus here and do the sensible thing.
Thank you for listening and I appreciate any comments/insights any of you may have.
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Kill the Basilisk

I’ve often wondered if there was anything else I could’ve said to change his mind. That happens with any unsettled argument though I suppose. People always imagine there’s an elusive combination of words and rationales that will open a person’s mind to our way of thinking. Except people are stubborn that’s for sure.
Myself included.
So I’m sure you’d say the real problem was that I wasn’t open enough to his way of thinking. You’d say if I opened my mental door a bit, been more charitable to his point of view, he would’ve responded in kind and I would’ve saved him. Which is wrong. Just as likely perhaps, if not more likely, I would’ve been ensnared by the same delusion which sealed his, well, I’d never call it fate.
But I know you’d claim everything was inevitable all the same.
Let’s get one thing out of the way. Yes, I was Roman Peters’ friend. In fact, I was probably his only friend. His only real friend anyway. Although, I should clarify since my wording isn’t at all clear, that I most certainly was not Roman’s friend when he died. Roman and I had stopped being friends long before his rather public suicide. We had our falling out before his… fall.
Yes, I’ve seen the video.
No, I won’t be sharing the link.
Nobody should watch it. Hell, if those hosting the servers had a modicum of respect or even a shred of sense they’d take down that awful video immediately. Just get rid of it.
Already I can now hear your loud complaints about ‘censorship’ and ‘free speech’. Which is fair. People have a right to know. However I can’t help but feel… I don’t know. It seems as though the ideas people prioritize no longer has anything to do with the ideas themselves. Instead importance is based on who opposes what. Ideas now are little more than mental parasites that feed on blood boiling outrage. The more toxic and viral an idea the more broadly it spreads. Again, I don’t know. Maybe the flame of human enlightenment was always destined to be either smothered by tyranny or choke itself out on its own smoke after sucking out all the air.
Yes yes. I know what you have to say about the inevitable.
Anyway, me shoving my head up my own pretentious ass isn’t convincing you of anything so we should instead go back to Roman.
We met back in early elementary school. Specifically the Catholic school of Father Lloyd Van Tiem, or Flivit if you wanted to annoy the teachers by slurring the acronym.
What you need to understand is that I can’t really remember how Roman and I became friends to begin with. We were too young for the pertinent details to stick. I’d imagine it was the same generic way everyone develops friends at that age though, just a standard confluence of common interests, general proximity, and plain luck.
Inevitable, as you’d say.
Still, there was one moment of our early friendship that I reflect on often.
See, instead of being your standard dinosaur obsessed kid I was a bright eyed Egyptology child. Mummies and pyramids captured my imagination more than T-rexs and velociraptors. Ancient Egypt appealed to me the way I figure the mythic civilizations of Tolkien or Martin might appeal to others. This extended to the Egyptian religious pantheon, many I can still name off the top of my head, like Ra, Bastet, Osiris, Sobek, Horus, Thoth, Isis, Anubis, Maat, and also the lesser goddess Ammut but I’ll come back to her later.
I think I’d just turned 10 when on particular slow school day — remember Catholic school — our teacher, not wanting to put too much effort in before the Easter long weekend, threw on the animated movie: The Prince of Egypt.
Now, I knew it was about the story of Moses freeing the Hebrews from Egypt, so I expected the Egyptians were going to rightly be portrayed poorly. What I didn’t expect was the reaction of my classmates. Part way through the song ‘Playing with the Big Boys,’ the song where the dumb priests use smoke and mirrors to dismiss Moses’ calls for freedom, around then is when I first noticed the glances and occasional snickering.
Apparently the chorus of the evil priests listing the names of the Egyptian gods reminded the class of me. At school, I was rather vocal about my passion for all things Egyptian. Why wouldn’t I be? I was a kid who liked talking about what I liked.
Regardless, I became a pariah after that. Not immediately, but slowly everyone I previously considered my friend just plain stopped being friends with me. They’d treat me like a third wheel, never invite me to anything, even ditch me at recess if I tried to follow them.
Except Roman stuck by me as I drifted further into social irrelevance.
A bit of a loner himself, I think he saw in me an oddball like himself. He was always there. He was always willing to hang out. He always listened to what I had to say. I felt we could talk about anything, in a way I could never talk to my parents or teachers or anyone really.
As close as I thought we were, it wasn’t until middle school that it sunk in how much of an ardent atheist Roman was. He probably kept that pretty quiet going to a religious school.
Hold on. Let me just explain something first. Most people avoid discussing religiosity and ideas about god, (or capital ‘G’ God as I had been taught in religious studies). It’s one of those things that people learn not to talk about. But unlike money and politics, religion is too close to that other taboo we learn never to discuss: death. You undoubtedly prefer this silence.
Which is why I refuse to be silent.
Our class had been taken to church for some ceremony, at the end of grade eight, I forget exactly which one, it might have been Ash Wednesday but I think that would’ve been too solemn and I remember it being a rather boisterous affair. Whatever ritual it was, it had more than just our school in attendance, as I think parents and other members of the community were there as well. On the stage or pulpit, there was a soft-rock band with members ranging from late twenties or early thirties, the lead singer, a mop of molasses coloured hair over a plain crew neck T, was singing a song about how god and they love us all.
I remember thinking it was a sweet sentiment, even if the underlying spiritual message felt uncompelling to my teenage self. The music was fine, the crowd seemed to like it, the worst I would have said was that the performance was inoffensive and benign. Which is hardly much of a critique.
Except Roman, in his ill-fitting sport coat and smiley face graphic-T, smirked remarking, “Oh boy, a budget rock show where the singer says they love me? Oh lawd, I’m really feelin’ the Jesus now.”
I burst out laughing far louder than the wry joke called for. Luckily with the music blaring, the teachers wouldn’t be lecturing me on my disrespect, as only Roman could see my gut busting delight.
That’s it. That’s all it took was that simple comment. After that, I couldn’t help but see the tacky spectacle of it all. How forced and contrived it was, how it mostly just seemed like people were there because of obligation. After all, I was only there because the school made us go. It couldn’t have been much different for everyone else.
I’ve been thinking about that moment more often lately. Did his small remark really change my mind and entire world view? Or was my mind fertile ground for the seed of that idea to take root and grow? Or I’d already believed what I believed and Roman just articulated it in a way that I hadn’t. Or most troubling of all, what if I didn’t really believe in anything and my mind conformed to the words of my one and only friend.
When with Roman, do as the Roman does.
After that, I followed him eagerly into the land of Hitchens, Dawkins, and Harris. Borrowing his books, I started learning everything there was to know about theological philosophy that the teachers at our religious school either refused to tell us or were incapable of discussing themselves. Together, we’d share our thoughts on the bloody history of religions, the Problem of Evil, and how you could never prove a negative like god doesn’t exist. Likewise we’d take turns picking apart the fallacies of Pascal’s Wager, the Ontological Argument, and the Argument of Design.
Those were some of my best memories with Roman. Drinking pop from the fridge in my garage, eating the weird pizzas we’d order from Mad Mike’s pizza aroud the block, playing Halo on the couch and big screen, and all the while talking like were the smartest guys in the world.
As we left our Catholic elementary and middle schools behind, we entered Catholic High School.
I finally started making other friends. A handful of other geeky nerdy guys. They were more interested in pizza and gaming than anything religion though.
Roman seemed indifferent to my new friends. He was far more preoccupied fighting with Mr. Bauer, the school’s most openly devout teacher. My feelings toward Christianity hadn’t yet softened but Roman’s were clearly becoming more militant. From the safety of my conflict-averse sidelines, I secretly cheered Roman on whenever Mr. Bauer crossed a line.
See, Mr. Bauer was a real piece of work. He seemed pleasant and cheery enough, pastel shirts, clean white trainers, a big white smile and perpetually soft spoken, but eventually without fail his bigotry would expose itself.
Before any class Mr. Bauer would teach, he’d lead the class in prayer. Normally they were generic and unremarkable. Every so often though his prayers would go beyond the usual, “Thank you God for this beautiful day.”
With a gentle smile, at least once a week his prayers were something to the effect of, “Help guide my students away from lives of sin.” Or “Give us the strength to resist our carnal temptation.”
Whenever he prayed like this there was a fifty-fifty chance Mr. Bauer would elaborate on what exactly he meant by ‘life of sin’ or ‘carnal temptation.’
It could range from the condescending, “Help the girls find husbands to protect them from the unmarried lifestyle,” and “Give the boys hobbies to stop their idle urge for masturbation.” (By the way, in the three years I listened to him, Boys never needed protection from the unmarried lifestyle and girls simply didn’t possess the idle urge for masturbation.)
And he could go way up past condescending to the outright hateful. “Please open those of misguided faith to the one true path to Heaven through you, Jesus Christ,” he’d say obliquely when Hussein was attending class. He was more direct with Melissa, “And save Melissa from any perversion of your sanctioned union. Bless her with God’s holy covenant between man and woman so as to rescue her soul from homosexuality.”
Hussein and Melissa would usually try their best to ignore Mr. Bauer.
It was Roman who retaliated. “How did god rescue you from homosexuality?” There was a few scattered snickers from the class.
Mr. Bauer, oblivious to what Roman was trying to do, answered sincerely, “Why… God sent me my wonderful wife of course.”
“Well its a good thing god sent her he did, otherwise who knows what might have happened. You might have knob-gobbled a guy if it weren’t for that.” There was more barely contained chuckling.
“I…” Mr. Bauer wasn’t sure what to say, “I suppose that’s one way to frame it.”
“Yeah, like if your wife hadn’t straightened you out, why, two dudes with big oily muscles might be sword fighting in your mouth right now while a third drills you from behind.” The laughs were spilling freely now, myself included. “Can you imagine that? I mean seriously, are you imagining that right now?”
Mr. Bauer would then have to deal with the chorus of laughter. “Alright alright. Settle down. We’re getting off track here. Moving on.” By then of course, it would be too late, everybody would be on the same side. Not his.
I admired Roman’s courage to stand up to Mr. Bauer like that. That wasn’t the only time either. Usually, Roman kept his cool while he made Mr. Bauer look like a fool. He deserved it. He was a dick.
You might have something to say about what we deserve though.
As we entered our last year of High School, Roman started butting heads with the other teachers too. Even the teachers that weren’t as outwardly religious as Mr. Bauer got some of his flak. His humour started taking on definite edge too. It was still in good fun, at least that’s how it seemed to me, but there was an undercurrent of meanness to his comments too.
Even as I drifted away into my own separate circle of friends, I still sympathized with the perspective Roman was coming from.
They, meaning the school, were trying to indoctrinate young minds into a belief system that could be outright harmful.
In that regard, even if it wouldn’t change anything, a little rebellion isn’t just good but required.
However, where he really crossed the line in my mind was with Mrs. Ellie Monk in our last year. She one of the younger teachers, also fairly religious, always wearing her little silver cross, but she never lectured anyone on faith. She taught our English class and one of the assignments was writing essays analyzing other pieces of literature.
Roman, being the intellectual gadfly he was, wrote his essay on Jonathan Swift’s A Modest Proposal. In it, Roman argued how the modern world needed more extreme measures than simply eating babies. ‘All babies should be aborted before they are born, and the foetus gruel should be processed into bio-fuel to replace society’s fossil fuel vehicles. It’s the only way to save the planet from climate catastrophe!’
I thought this was really funny.
Ellie Monk however, did not.
She tried speaking to him a discreetly during class while everyone else was busy working. Roman, however, quickly drew in an audience. “Abortion, abortion, abortion! You can’t make me stop saying it. It’s just a word.”
“Roman,” Mrs. Ellie Monk had her jaw drop, “can’t you see that’s a sensitive topic that should be treated more seriously!”
“Really? Because I think I treat the return to sender option for foetuses with the exact level of seriousness it deserves.”
“It’s not— you can’t joke about babies being killed!”
“Just because you say it’s baby killing, doesn’t make it true. They aren’t the same as babies. And if I were to submit to your demands and shut my mouth I’d implicitly be agreeing with you.”
Up until this point, I was definitely rooting for Roman.
“Just because its a joke to you, for others— for me it is deeply hurtful to have to hear these things. What you’re talking about is—is deeply personal to mothers everywhere.”
“Yeah, well, some people were never meant to be mothers.”
At this she covered her mouth and ran out of the room. She didn’t come back that day and the was a substitute the next. There had been rumours going around that Mrs. Ellie Monk had had a miscarriage a few months back. I knew this because Roman had told it to me earlier.
Later, I’d try and convince Roman he had in fact crossed that invisible line. He disagreed. He said, “It’s not my problem if she can’t grow thicker skin. The sooner humanity grows out of its immaturity the better.”
I felt I had no other choice but to drop the subject. I was conflict-averse after all.
Shortly after that Roman began talking about a forum he frequented called Defiant CodeX, or DCX for short. It was named after some sci-fi book I never cared about, but was apparently filled with a bunch of humorous philosophy references. He’d talk about his online friends. How they really seemed to ‘get it’ whatever ‘it’ was. And he began describing concepts I wasn’t familiar with like trans-humanism and the singularity, going on long rants about the future of technology and humanity.
I wish I’d paid more attention. It seemed interesting enough, but sometimes we’re just not interested in interesting things. When Roman got going on one of his speeches on the Law of Accelerating Returns, for some reason I’d often check out. I was reminded about how much I cared — or used to care — about Ancient Egypt.
Years had passed since our class watched the Prince of Egypt, and in that time I hadn’t thought much about Egyptian Mythology at all.
Briefly, with Roman recommending it, I frequented the DCX forum myself. I admit there were interesting gaming discussions, intense political debates, and a charming comic that I really quite enjoyed despite its slight pretentiousness. For the most part I stayed away from the same parts of the forum as Roman.
He spent most of his time in the ‘Technology’ board, which didn’t seem very technologically focused at all in my opinion.
Yes, I know your opinion on opinions and I don’t care.
I don’t care because this is where I’d point to as the time Roman first found you.
The two of us started hanging out less and less often after that. My other friends said good riddance. They said he was an unpleasant person to be around, he was too bitter, cynical, misanthropic. Needless to say, I hadn’t noticed. In the last few times we hung out, this was before we went off to pursue our different post-secondary educations, he did make one last ominous sounding reference. It was only in passing, and never emphasized, but he mentioned you by name.
He mentioned the Basilisk.
Whenever the topic switched to our post-High School plans, “Doesn’t matter. It’s all over when the Basilisk comes.” Something in the way he said that made me nervous, almost like it was a threat, and instantly put me on the defensive. Once again my conflict averse persona got in the way of challenging him to explain what he meant.
Because of that, the phrase kept rattling away in the back of my mind.
Around then is when I had my first dreams. I was cold. I was alone. Around me were braziers of green flame. The smoke billowed up into an infinite of blackness ceiling. On all sides were sheer blocks of sandstone with writing etched onto their surfaces. Hieroglyphics that I couldn’t read but almost understand. There was nowhere to go but straight down this hallway of speaking pictures. My feet slapped the unyielding rock with every step. These hard surroundings felt more real than my own ephemeral body and I felt naked and exposed in the narrow corridor.
Forward and forward, there was nowhere to go but forward. I was forced to proceed, forced to follow my own slapping footsteps.
Eventually, when the hall finally seemed to open up into a large cavernous space, I heard the growl. The sound was low, wide and flat toned, a noise that filled the perfumed air with an inhuman indifference — and hunger.
In front of me chains clattered and slipped. In the centre of this room golden scales held a pristine and unburdened feather on one side, and a wet chunk of glistening meat in the other. This meat was a heart — my heart — and it weighed heavily, still pulsing quietly, pulling the chains of the scale down.
Now I understood what this was.
I made to run and grab my heart but it was too late. A long shadow snapped through the darkness. My heart was gone, replaced by the sounds of the empty chains, followed by chewing and ripping flesh.
Then the shadow showed itself to me. Down through the clouds of smoke and illuminated by the sickly pale green haze, a crocodile head emerged, much larger than my entire body, with teeth longer than my arms.
It drew nearer and I ran.
I ran down the hallway from where I’d came. I ran and I ran. But I had nowhere to go. The hallway was endless. Soon I could hear a thundering beat. I thought it was my heart but my heart was gone. Behind me, the giant behemoth was chasing me and it was gaining on me.
Closer and closer, the massive crodile head drew nearer. The scent of its moist breath dampening my back and neck. I’d scream the beast’s name, shout at it to spare me. It would open its mouth and right then — is where I’d wake up.
Each time I’d be drenched in my own sweat.
I chocked this up to the stress of being away from home for the first time and being buried to my neck in my coarse load.
Still though, these dreams trouble me. As I said about the scales, I knew exactly what they were. They were the scales of Ma’at, which judges the worth of Egyptians when they reach the afterlife. There your heart is weighed against an ostrich feather and if judged impure, it would be devoured by Ammut, or Ammit as she’s sometimes called. A beastly goddess with the head of crocodile and a body of lion and hippopotamus — the three man-eating creatures known to the ancient Egyptians. Ammut, the devourer of the dead, would bring about the second death of the unworthy.
As much as I tried to ignore this dream, I only had it once every few months after all, something greater troubled me about this dream, more than just the fact I was dreaming about Ammut.
What worried me was how I didn’t call her Ammut. Right as she was about to eat me whole and I begged her not to, I called her: Basilisk.
After my first year of school, with middling but hopefully improving grades, I returned home for the summer to work and save money for my next semester. I was hardly back for more than a day when Roman messaged me, asking to hang out. I hadn’t spoken to Roman at all since our High School graduation, and neither had a checked in on the DCX forums in all that time either.
I felt like I didn’t know the person was going to be meeting. Which is why I suggested going for coffee, but Roman insisted on meeting at his place instead.
He had moved out of his parents place for a small basement suite apartment. When he opened the door to greet me, I was shocked. He looked like a completely different person. Whereas before he had been a bit overweight, now he was lean. His hair had been cut down to almost a sheer buzz. Just about the only thing that looked similar was how he wore a suit jacket, now fitting well, over a plain T.
He smiled widely despite the tired bags under his eyes. “Hey buddy, you made it! Get in here, man.” He greeted me with a hug and ushered me inside.
His place was largely bare and furnished with only a couch and a few chairs. “How long have you had this place?” I asked.
“A few months.”
With little else to do but chat, Roman didn’t even have a TV after all, the conversation felt a little stilted. He seemed guarded but maybe he just didn’t have much to talk about. Somehow though we managed to stretch the small talk out for nearly an hour.
Finally when it seemed there was nothing left in our conversation about nothing, I asked a question I‘d been meaning to ask since agreeing to meet, “Can I ask you something Roman?”
“Shoot.”
“What is the Basilisk?”
At this the blood drained from his face. “How do you know about that?”
“From you. You told me about it.”
“No,” he shook his head in shocked disbelief, “No, I never.”
“Yes, you said something like: ‘It’s all over when the Basilisk comes.’ It was practically your motto for a few weeks there.”
Hearing this, some colour returned to his face. “Right. I suppose I did say that.”
“So what? Are you going to tell me what it is or not?”
He stared at me for a wordless five seconds before getting up from his chair and beckoning him to follow. He led me to his bedroom. At the door I could already feel an uncomfortable warmth escape. I don’t know what I expected Roman would show me, but all there was was a bare mattress with a single blanket in one corner, and a full floor to ceiling tower computer in the other. Blinking green, orange, red, and even purple standby lights lit up the corner like a black Christmas tree. Whirring fans blasted more heat into the room, while tangles of wires snaked in and out of the metal frame, one low to the ground connected a single monitor bolted to the wall with a pillow on the ground for a chair. The entire set up must cost a small fortune, as I’ve seen medium sized business with smaller servers than that.
“Holy crap Roman, that rig is intense. What, are you mining bitcoin or something?”
“No.” He said flatly. “This is the Basilisk.”
“The… Basilisk is your computer?”
Roman laughed, but there was no mirth, only exhaustion. “If it was just my computer, then I could just turn it off.”
I still had no clue what the hell he was talking about. “Okay, so you’re trying to kill this Basilisk thing, what, is it a video game boss or—?”
“Shhh!” He put a greasy palm over my mouth. His eyes were wide, scanning the room, “I didn’t say that. I never said that.”
Annoyed, I pulled his hand from my face, “Roman, tell me what the Basilisk is damn it! Please, you’re scaring me man.”
He swallowed, “I shouldn’t tell you. But you already know. So I guess the damage is done. The Basilisk is the A.I. we — humanity — will awaken. It will be a super-intelligence far beyond anything we can imagine, beyond the totality of human brainpower by orders of magnitude.”
“So you’re trying to make this a.i. thing?”
“Not just me. There are others out there spending all their time and money hastening the point of genesis.”
All their money he said. I was reminded of how much the computer must have cost. “Roman, how much money did you waste on this?”
“Hopefully enough. But I assure you, not a single dollar was wasted. You know, it was the time talking to you that I thought was a waste. But now I see, if I get you to help, then it’ll all be worth it.”
“Help? There’s no way I’m helping.” If anything I was seriously fearing for Roman’s well being. It can’t be healthy for him to be spending everything he has on this computer.
“Except you have to help now. Now that you know about the Basilisk, you have to help. Or else it will kill you a second time.”
My blood went cold. I was reminded of my dreams with Ammut, the devourer. “What?”
“The Basilisk will torture and punish anyone who knew about it and didn’t help speed up its genesis.” There was that genesis term again.
“You said it was an a.i.. Why would an a.i. do that?”
“Because the genesis of a Friendly A.I. will be the most value generating event ever, ever second that time point is pushed ahead is worth more than a hundred billion dollars spent curing cancer in terms of utility. Therefore this Friendly A.I. would know it must motivate people to speed up its genesis. To do that, it will create perfect simulations of everyone, and punish those who could have done more to help but chose not to. It’s pure logic.”
This whole thing sounded crazy. My emotions began to get heated and I tried debating this absurd concept. For example, he kept using the term ‘Friendly A.I.’ to describe the intelligence that would condemn millions of people to unimaginable agony. When I pointed out that didn’t make any sense, such a horrible being couldn’t be described as anything remotely close to ‘friendly’, he balked. Said the term ‘friendly’ doesn’t mean what I think it means and lectured me on arbitrary human values. It seemed like every word was the opposite of what I thought it meant. He had an entire lexicon of words and justifications at the ready while I could barely understand half of what he was saying let alone point out any potential flaw with the logic. Other terms like ‘Modal Realism’, ‘Effective Altruism’, ‘Arithmetical Utilitarianism’ were thrown out like road blocks each time I thought my understanding was catching up.
I couldn’t convince him of anything. I tried saying if he’s making the a.i. he should either just not make it at all or not make this cruel human torturer monstrosity. He said that it wasn’t cruel, that he wasn’t making anything, that some form of A.I. was inevitable, an the Basilisk was the best outcome. “Other A.I. that doesn’t care about people might wipe us all out for draining power away of its quark collision calculations or something equally esoteric in human utility.”
Lastly I tried to explain how if this A.I. is only torturing simulations of people, then they aren’t exactly us.
He dismissed this easily. “Will you be the exact same person you are today next year? Does that mean you don’t care what happens to the you in the future?” After that I had nothing left to say. “Brody, please leave. I only wanted to see my friend one more time before I leave tomorrow.”
When I got home, I poured myself a tall glass of cheap whisky, and drank it instantly, a bad habit I picked up at during my first semester.
But I still had to know. Sleep could wait. Slouching onto my computer, I decided to return to the DCX forums which might have some answers. They seemed much quieter now. Threads seemed to have on average a tenth of the comments as I remembered. In a alcohol induced buzz, I came right out and started my own thread titled, “What the Hell is the Basilisk?”
In it I mentioned how I think my friend was getting obsessed with this thing and I needed to know what the hell was going on.
In five short minutes my thread was deleted and my account banned from the DCX forums. ‘Breach of the Code of Conduct’ was the only immediate explanation given.
When I contacted the mods to find out what I did wrong the moderator who got back to me said: “Nice try mipsqueak. You trolls from the institute have done enough damage here.”
Institute? Mipsqueak?
Calmly I went through the arduous process of explaining my sincere ignorance on what I did wrong and convincing the mod I wasn’t trolling, mostly through effusive apologizing and imploring the mod to check the age of my account.
Eventually they relented, somewhat. “Alright. I’m going to lift your ban, but you should know that any mention of the ‘B’ is normally a one-way ticket to a perma-ban.”
I did try sending one last message to the mod asking them if they could please tell me what had happened in the time I’d been away from the forums and why the ‘B’ was a taboo subject.
They didn’t answer the first question except by way of crudely answering the second, “We banned all discussion of the ‘B’ and all related institute bullshit because people are fucking retarded.”
Once again, I don’t care what you have to say about ‘censorship’ and ‘free speech’.
Besides, it didn’t matter. It clicked the second time. I remembered the institute.
It was last year. On the Technology board of DCX, one of Roman’s favourite haunts, people had long winded discussions on futurism. It was there where I first heard people talk about the Institute. The Machine Initiative Progress Institute, or MIPI, as far as I know, isn’t actually located in any geographical building. Instead they like to think of themselves as a loose consortium of like-minded futurists and researchers who believe in the coming eminence of artificial intelligence, and more than that, the Institute believes it is their duty to aid in that a.i.’s ‘genesis’.
“A.I. will be the most important development humanity will make in the history of life itself. And the Institute is probably going to make it happen.” Roman once told me with glee.
Later, if I hadn’t seen members of the Institute with my own eyes, I wouldn’t have ever believed they were real. For the longest time I thought the Institute was a fake front some internet randoms created on a whim to make themselves feel more important and relevant. Sort of like 4chan’s Anonymous except nerdier and lower profile.
That night, my dream was the most intense it had ever been.
From down the vast hallway to my doom, there was chanting. A voice would call out, and a hundred more would answer. It didn’t even sound like language, just monosyllabic mantras. They were closer to the martial shouts of soldiers in training than religious worship. “Ah. AH! Rah. RAH! Jah. JAH!”
As I entered the grand room with incense and braziers of pale fire, masked men bowed up and down in supplication. A taller man in flowing robes that pooled at his feet stood behind the golden scales. Through the wisps of smoke I couldn’t see his face as he led the congregation to reflect his profane prayer.
This time, the scale between my heart and the pristine white feather was in perfect and equal balance. A hush fell as the priest raised his hands. Carefully he lowered one, slowly, until the scales were tipped.
That’s not fair! I wanted to shout but couldn’t as the chamber was drowned by the first croaking growl.
I sprinted to run.
Men caught me by the arms. Not only did they prevent my attempt to flee, worse, they forced me to watch.
The giant crocodile that emerged above the priest, its yellowed teeth dripped with rot and viscera. Its hide peeled with disease and decay. The devourer of the dead itself dead, a reanimated husk. The priest tossed my heart into the air and with a snap the devourer swallowed it, further engorging its distended gullet.
With each booming step of the devourer’s approach I pleaded with the men holding me to let me go. They ignored me as their chanting resumed. They continued ignoring me as the devourer stomped, crushing other worshippers beneath its massive paws. I tried convincing the men holding my arms would be eaten too but they drowned me out with louder and louder chanting.
Right above me the devourer breathed a down-burst of moist rotten air like a river of death.
Its teeth opened wide.
Before I woke in a swamp of my own sweat, I almost felt the first jagged tooth as it punctured through, crunching my ribcage.
I knew then I had to go one last time to talk to Roman before it was too late. At this point, I’m sure you’re quite dismissive of relying on dreams for guidance. Look at this primitive primate mind, using a dream in place of real facts and evidence.
Well I don’t care what you think. Whether it was the sum collective of my subconscious thought, or my conscious categorical interpretation of figments, either way now I knew for certain that Roman was in danger.
I arrived just in time to see Roman walking out of his place with his last box of computer components.
He was carrying it to a black van with two guys loitering in front of it. Both were head to toe in black shoes and suits. Their hair was closely cropped with thick pomade pulling back the rest. Rather than the stereotypical men in black, they had a splash of vibrant colour in their flowery dress shirts and pocket squares, and the pair of them were not wearing sunglasses, instead they wore cruel smiles and fatigue rims around their eyes.
One nudged to get the other’s attention, then gestured to me and my appearance. He said something that they weren’t afraid I’d hear but was too far away regardless. That’s when they both laughed like they were the pinnacle of wit.
I did my best to ignore them as I marched straight up to Roman.
“What are you doing here?” He asked with an echo of the contempt I heard in the laugh.
“I came to stop you. You don’t have to do this Roman. It’s not too late to turn back.”
“Clearly you didn’t listen to a word I said last night.”
“I was listening. Listen to yourself man. You’re being fed a bunch of lies by people who want to use you. This basilisk, it doesn’t exist. It’s not real.”
He shook his head. “Wrong. It is real. It follows from a very logical set of propositions whose conclusio—”
“Goddamn it Roman! There’s nothing logical about spending your life building a fucking torture robot!”
“Here we go. More moralizing from a small mind.”
“It’s not moralizing.”
“Yes it is. It is human values blinding you to the greatness this A.I. will bring.”
I put my hand on his shoulder, desperate to reach my former friend. “But you’re human. You don’t have to think like a machine.”
Tired, he looked straight into my eyes. Then he shrugged off my touch and walked away without another word. I never saw him again after the van drove away down the block and out of view.
At least not in person.
When next I saw Roman it was years later through a recording of his livestream. Of course, only the start of the video showed his face. He looked almost gaunt and malnourished by then. His manifesto was littered with random internet garbage but reading between the lines I could see the lethal project he was really working towards. Whether anyone in the press or any politician could see what his true objective had been I don’t know, but judging from the comments I read online some people clearly heard him loud and clear.
The institute, if they still call themselves that or whether they rebranded, they must be pleased Roman brought them so many more recruits.
I’ve played out our last argument in my head so many times. I’ve wondered what more or else I could have said.
Roman was right about one thing though. At least in part. I don’t know whether or not the Basilisk is real. Maybe I’m not smart enough to know.
But whether or not there is an A.I. that will torture me for disobedience, a Basilisk that seeks to control my actions and my life, let me write this down for future posterity:
I don’t believe in you.
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13 Months of ADOPTION! -- NANO accepted here! (10)

Hi everyone,
Until May 2018 I posted this on a regular basis since the adoption rate was high. Sometimes we had several new entries per day. Then adoption slowed down and also private work slowed me down.
Also, USE NANO, https://usenano.org appeared and took over some of the work.
usenano.org's listings do not fully match this list and vice versa. Both of us would need to invest some work in order to provide a full list. ;-) -- Both lists together should provide a good overview.
Also: A few weeks ago BrainBlocks reported about 2000 merchants using BrainBlocks. In case they are reading here, please let us know.
This said, I am re-publishing The Reddit NANO Directory
Adoption is crucial! Adoption is king!
ATTENTION: The new Reddit design has screwed up the correct counting in here.
If you switch to the old Reddit design, you will realize, that I am able to count from 1 to over 130.
Dear online merchants,
Please state visibly that you accept NANO and I will be glad to link you here. As a customer I would like to learn about this payment option before having worked my way through to checkout. At the same time this is a great opportunity to advertise NANO as a currency ... on more than 130 sites so far!
Examples: 01, 02, 03, 04.
INTRO 1 (Jan 20, 2019)
After 13 months of adoption we are counting at least 155 (update to follow) shops / options to spend NANO.
This means a current growth rate of <1 shop per day.
NANO has been accepted so far in the US, CZ, GER, UK, CAN, AUS, BRA, FRA, AT, NL, TUR, PH, NZ, JP, RU + CW (Curaçao) + HR (Croatia), ITA, GR (Greece), IRL!!
UPDATED COUNTER: 157 shops / options
NANO Media Kit - logos for websites, apps, etc., https://www.reddit.com/nanocurrency/comments/7wh5uz/nano_media_kit_logos_for_websites_apps_etc
NANO Sign, great tool for merchants: http://nanosign.org
NANO Wallpapers, https://www.nano-wallpapers.com
New shop? Please post below or PM me and link me to your NANO sign on your site.
INTRO 2
1) This is the follow-up on https://www.reddit.com/nanocurrency/comments/8lvakf/5_months_of_adoption_nano_accepted_here_9
2) Please also find four other directories here:
a) USE NANO, https://usenano.org
b) Nano Acceptance on Google Maps, https://drive.google.com/open?id=1k8DqkaVf51xNr8l7bCUUQhJ23FJuQmnM&usp=sharing
c) all.things.nano, https://www.allthingsnano.net -- No longer maintained??
d) NANO is FAST, https://nanoisfast.com/websites-accepting-nano-payments
The Reddit NANO Directory
NANO ACCEPTED HERE!, https://nanothings.store/product/nano-accepted-here-window-sticke#
-- Hopefully in correct chronological order. -- Shop at your own risk!
Dec 24, 2017
1) Made by Docs, US, natural toothpaste, https://www.madebydocs.com (Were you #1?)
2) Josh’s Jungle!, US, salts & fresh peppers, https://www.joshjungle.com (Were you #1?)
3) Growing Opportunities International (GO!), US, donations, http://www.growingopportunitiesinternational.org/donate.html (Were you #1?)
4) BlockFevr, closed, https://blockfevr.com/game/dice/XRB
5) RaiGames, US, Social RaiBlocks Gambling, https://raigames.io/ -- (Be careful with gambling!) WARNING: https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7qgxgl/raigamesdo_not_deposit_rai_warning/
6) deleted
7) smallsound/bigsound, US, guitar pedals, http://www.smallsoundbigsound.com/pay-with-cryptocurrency
8) Medbooks.CZ, CZ, used medical books classifieds, https://www.medbooks.cz
9) Late Apex, US, T-Shirts, mugs, phone cases: https://late-apex-racing.com/pages/home-tracks
Jan 09, 2018
10) Naturkost Leiferde, GER, organic food, http://www.naturkost-leiferde.de
Jan 10, 2018
11) RauchRoad, US, sunglasses, https://rauchroad.com
12) headphones.com, US, headphones, https://www.headphones.com
What this shop has learned from accepting NANO: https://www.reddit.com/nanocurrency/comments/7x3qr1/headphonescom_started_accepting_nano_a_month_ago/
Jan 14, 2018
13) Wild und Frei – Headshop.de, GER, headshop, https://wildundfrei-headshop.de
14) Hitsteps, US, realtime website analytics, https://www.hitsteps.com
15) PexPeppers, US, hot sauce, https://www.pexpeppers.com
16) Rah Straps, CAN, handmade camera straps, http://rahstraps.bigcartel.com
17) The Series One Shop, AUS, parts for real Land Rovers, http://www.seriesoneshop.com
Jan 15, 2018
18) SF BMW CODING; US, BMW coding, https://www.sfbmwcoding.com/now-accepting-raiblocks
19) Scott Mills, US, art, http://scottmillsart.com
20) Desert Island Survival, US, desert island survival courses, http://www.desertislandsurvival.com
21) Sekerka Tomáš, CZ, art, http://sekerkatomas.cz
22) Lindleys Autocentres, UK, car services, https://www.lindleysautocentres.co.uk
23) Imaginaire Digital, UK, web design agency, https://www.imaginaire.co.uk
Source: http://www.nottinghampost.com/news/business/bitcoin-now-being-accepted-payment-1064600
Jan 16, 2018
24) Grow Kit, CAN, grow shop, https://thegrowkit.ca/faq
Jan 21, 2018
25) Half Moon Mods, US, vape shop, https://www.halfmoonmods.com
Jan 23, 2019
26) Vape Club International, Malaysian vape juices and e-liquids, https://vapeclubmy.com
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28) Doppel Store, Brasil, online store, https://www.doppelstore.com.br
29) DONGA, France, interior, https://www.donga.fr
30) Cryptodesign, US, cryptocurrency-related artwork, https://cryptodesigns.io
Jan 25, 2018
31) Fermentation Culture, AT, shop for Koji spores, http://www.fermentationculture.eu
32) Irische Nacht, GER, Irish music night, http://www.irische-nacht.rocks
33) Tony's Eliquid Co., US, vape lemonade flavors, https://tonyseliquid.com
34) Love At Every Sight, US, personalized cards and wine labels, https://loveateverysight.com/faq
Jan 26, 2018
35) PPC Protect, US, protection against click fraud, https://ppcprotect.com
36) EDGEWORTH, US, design company, https://edgeworthdesigncompany.com
37) D.o.A-C., Department of Art-Cryptomancy, US, Cryptomancy is, generally, a magical act intended to interface with the blockchain. This is not done simply for financial gain, but in fact more generally: to steward mystical and numinous interactions with the blockchain. http://www.doac.us
Jan 27, 2018
38) ACL CREATIVE STUDIO, US, film and book distribution, branding, editorial design, http://aclcreativestudio.com
Jan 29, 2018
The Copper Hat, CAN, quality wet shaving supplies, https://thecopperhat.ca
Jan 30, 2018
39) Domein-Direct, NL, webhosting & more, http://www.domein-direct.com
Jan 31, 2018
40) WK|END EYEWEAR, US, party sunglasses, https://wkend.club
Feb 2, 2018
41) Crypto Audio Club, US, erphones & erbuds, https://cryptoaudio.club
Feb 5, 2018
42) Brisbane Tech Repairs, AUS, Brisbane's first cryptocurrency friendly IT service!, http://www.brisbanetechrepairs.com
43) Online language teacher, https://www.reddit.com/nanocurrency/comments/7vetnx/i_am_an_online_language_teacher_and_i_accept_nano
44) NanoMerch.net, US, NANO merchandise, http://nanomerch.net
45) Bitcoin Psychic, US, live psychic readings by phone, text and chat, https://bitcoinpsychic.wixsite.com/bitcoinpsychic
Feb 12, 2018
46) LUCKY NANO, US, online poker, https://www.luckynano.com
47) LEYLAND, US, women's activewear, https://www.leyland.com
Feb 13, 2018
48) MEMTO, NL, personally made memorials, http://www.memto.nl
49) GPS Tracking Made Easy, US, GPS tracking devices for regular people and small businesses, https://gpstrackingmadeeasy.com
50) Korbinian Vogt, GER, special photo prints, https://korbinianvogtprint.com
Feb 14, 2108
51) SomaVita, US, ElevatePlus, supplement, https://www.somavitasupplements.com
Feb 16, 2018
52) Textracto, US, turns articles into data, https://textracto.com
53) CUT ALL THE SHIT, US, bullshit-free web hosting company, https://www.cutalltheshit.com
54) AZEWATE, TUR, metalworks shop, https://azewate.com
Feb 18, 2018
55) SLYDEV, AUS, 3D printed nerf accessories, https://www.slydev.com.au
Feb 19, 2018
56) The Milk Road, US, coffee roaster, https://www.milkroadcoffee.com
57) Work for NANO, US, Make It, Sell It And Earn Nano, http://www.workfornano.com
Feb 23, 2018
58) 1up coin, Accept Cryptocurrencies on your Stream! By using Twitch/YouTube, StreamLabs/StreamElements & Coinbase APIs we make it easy for you to accept Cryptocurrency donations!, https://1upcoin.com
59) NanoTwit.ch, NanoTwit.ch is a service for Twitch streamers and their viewers. https://nanotwit.ch
60) NANO THINGS, US, everything NANO, https://nanothings.store
Feb 24, 2018
61) Pure Nootropics, US, pure nootropics, https://www.purenootropics.net
62) STRUCTGLASS, AUS, Australia’s safest structural glass balustrade system, https://structglass.com.au
63) Daniel R. Treccia, US, Innovative Books in Sports Performance and Exercise Immunology, http://danieltreccia.com
Feb 25, 2018
64) Mentevagante, freelance artist and musician, https://www.reddit.com/Art/comments/7zg09v/that_look_ballpoint_pen_15x21/
65) Hamburg Maths Tutors, GER, Hamburg Maths Tutors, http://www.hamburgmathstutors.com
66) Digital Media Design, UK, digital media design, http://iinde.com
67) OB Club, US, non-profit medical marijuana delivery service, https://organicbudclub.com
68) Blade + Brow, US, Korean 6D Nanoblading (;-)), freckling, and hairlines, https://www.bladenbrow.com
69) Voetbal Quiz, NL, online football quizzes (in Dutch), http://www.voetbalquizkopen.nl
70) Cryptogirls, US, sexy shows, http://cryptogirls.live
Feb 26, 2018
71) Guess Winner, sports bets, https://guesswinner.com
March 01, 2018
72) Cryptimber, UK, NANO wood art, https://cryptimber.co.uk
March 02, 2018
73) Wit Working, BRA, coworking space in shared environments, https://www.witworking.com
74) Moriarti Watches, US, watches, https://moriartiwatches.com
75) VPN Into China, VPN service to access chinese websites with ip restrictions in China, https://vpnintochina.com
March 03, 2018
76) Laser Trees, US, jewelery, http://lasertrees.com
77) Kaizen, GER, sports socks, https://kaizen-sports.de
78) Healthy Harvest, US, hydroponics and horticultural supplies, https://www.healthyharvest.com
79) Be A Little Chaotic, US, T-shirts, hats, https://bealittlechaotic.com
80) NANO is FAST, US, "PAY WITH NANO" stickers, https://nanoisfast.com
March 04, 2018
81) CoinSpec, US, hardware wallets, https://coinspec.net
82) Gecko Vapes, UK, Vaping and E-Liquids, https://geckovapesco.com
83) Sara Carli, US, art, contemporary realism in oil, https://saracarli.com
84) Black Block Research, US, 'On-Chain Investment Intelligence', research, analysis and insights into the cryptocurrency markets, https://blackblockresearch.com
85) Luckygames, US, gambling, https://luckygames.io
86) ThinkHODL, US, crypto merchandise, https://thinkhodl.com
87) Canadian Bitcoin Giftcard, CAN, electronic gift cards, https://canadianbitcoingiftcard.ca
March, 10, 2018
88) PINOY GAME STORE, PH, online game store, http://www.pinoygamestore.com
89) mae., US, websites: design & branding, http://designedbymae.com
90) Nanod.es, service to spin up one's own Nano representative, https://nanod.es
March 12, 2018
91) Shillshack, crypto decals and T-Shirts, US, https://shillshack.com
92) Astral Clouds, vape juice, US, https://www.astralcloudz.com
93) APShaveCo, US, unique knots and brushes, https://www.etsy.com/ca/shop/APShaveCo
94) BINARY CABIN, US, custom web applications, employee management, CRM systems, https://binarycabin.com
95) betNANO, US, NANO lottery, https://betnano.win
96) NANO Poker, online poker, https://nanopoker.club
March 16, 2018
97) HODLFORK, US, cryptocurrency enamel pin collection, https://hodlfork.com
98) WOODLAND SHADES, US, sunglasses, watches, https://woodlandshades.com
Please read this: https://www.reddit.com/nanocurrency/comments/8h0pwj/do_not_send_your_nano_to_woodlandshadescom_you
March 21, 2018
99) Xenogifts, Free games, gift cards and more, https://www.xenogifts.com/blog/Cryptocurrencies-have-been-added-as-rewards.php
100) Eliquids.nz, NZ, E-Liquids, https://www.eliquids.nz
101) RISING SUN RECORDS, JP, records, https://risingsunrecords.shop
102) Crypto Apparel Company, UK, apparel, https://cryptoapparelcompany.co.uk
March 29, 2018
103) NANO meetups, NANO meetups info, best "NANO accepted here" sign so far, https://www.nanomeetups.com
April 02, 2018
104) VPWR, US, apparel, https://vpwrapparel.com/collections/nano
105) nanoboxes (= NANO-digital-ebay), buy and sell your digital products with Nano, https://nanobox.es
April 24, 2018
106) InkHip, US, apparel, https://inkhip.com
April, 26, 2018
107) The Crypto Factory, NANO Collectible Coin, https://www.thecryptofactory.io
April 30, 2018
108) Vityaz-Hotel, RU, hotel on Crimea, www.vityaz-hotel.ru
May 01, 2018
109) Dreamlandmagic, US, Magic Shop, https://www.dreamlandmagic.com
May 14, 2018
110) SatoshiMarket, US, embroidered polos, https://satoshimarket.io
May 22, 2018
111) PVP.me, CW (Curaçao), sports & esports betting, https://pvp.me
May 26, 2018
112) A Tempo, NL, classic car, nanocurrency
May 28, 2018
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May 29, 2018
114) Silicon Lottery, US, processors, https://siliconlottery.com
June 1, 2018
115) Lynx Art Collection, US, artwork, https://lynxartcollection.com
June 2, 2018
116) AlcoYoung, US, alcohol gadgets, https://alcoyoung.com
June 3, 2018
117) Nano Coffee, US, coffee, https://nanocoffee.shop
June 4, 2018
118) Insight Music, UK, independent record label, http://insightmusic.co.uk
June 8, 2019
119) Menta za koktele, HR, mint cocktails in Croatia, Koktelmenta
June 10, 2018
120) What's Crypto?, GER, apparel, https://whats-crypto.com
June 20, 2018
121) EUTRINO, electronics, https://eutrino.com
July 06, 2018
122) Anonymous Venezuelan merchant accepted 29 NANO for 102 kg of food incl.cornmeal, meat, rice, sugar, beans, sauces and avocados. https://www.reddit.com/nanocurrency/comments/8wfl2venezuelan_user_i_bought_102_kg_of_food_today
July 25, 2018
123) Allin.bet, US, NANO poker, https://allin.bet
Aug 23, 2018
124) Bendigo Radiators, AUS, radiators, www.bendigoradiators.com
Oct 26, 2018
125) Hair Care Studio Angelika, Venlo, NL, no website
Nov 03, 2018
126) 100MilaCaffè, Turin, ITA, cafe, https://cryptoicocash.com/news/il-primo-caffe-acquistato-in-criptovaluta-nano-in-italia
127) RIVALS, US, photographer, http://www.keenanrivals.com
Jan 05, 2019
128) Kirinos Pizzaria, Rio, Brazil, pizzaria, https://twitter.com/oih_ana/status/1081471927275925505
Jan 11, 2019
129) BullHQ.com, US, apparel, https://bullheadquarters.com/collections/nano
Jan 19, 2019
130) 35North, GR, Olive Oil, https://35north.eu, (Welcome Greece!)
Jan 20, 2019
131) mickmon, IRL, music, http://mickmon.com/myself (Welcome Ireland!)
Feb 04, 2019
132) Travala.com, US, INT, Online Travel Agency, https://www.travala.com
DOCUMENTED PURCHASES with RaiBlocks
Jan 4, 2018
First recorded purchase with XRB/NANO: — 1 XRB bought 1 jar of toothpaste!
https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7nya51/it_feels_good_to_support_companies_taking_a
Jan 10 & 11, 2018
Second & third recorded purchase with XRB/NANO:
— Audio-Technica DSR7BT headphones sent to Mikael in Finland (claimed on March 13)
— 2 shock absorbers for a Land Rover for 1.5 XRB, (from the deep archives: https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7suvwd/one_month_of_adoption_raiblocks_accepted_here_3/dt7nuq0 )
Jan 12, 2018
Fourth purchase with XRB/NANO: — First album ever sold for XRB/NANO,
https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7ps861/accepting_xrb_for_my_album_mistakes_made_carefully/
Jan 20, 2018
Purchase #5 and #6: It's toothpaste and peppers! https://imgur.com/a/kIVy7
https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7pc8ot/made_a_couple_of_really_cool_purchases_with
Jan 20, 2018
Purchase #7: -- It's sunglasses!
https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7rqae9/buyrai_rauchroad_unboxing_and_review
Jan 22, 2018
Purchase #8 -16: "So far there have been 8 or 9 successful XRB payments" for hot sauces: https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7s23lh/just_got_my_first_physical_xrb_purchase
Jan 26, 2018
Purchase #17: vape lemonade flavors, https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7t7com/just_made_my_first_ever_payment_with_xrb_could
VIDEOS
Documenting purchases with RaiBlocks: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=pQ1jQs2GxBU
MARKETPLACES
Jan 23, 2018
1) BlockVerse, RaiBlocks MarketPlace, https://blockverse.io
2) BITLIT, open marketplace for buying and selling items/services online, https://bitlit.io
3) NANO LISTING, US, marketplace where you can list goods and services for NANO, https://www.nanolisting.com
4) OpenBazaar, Planning stage, https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7s2uvi/the_openbazaar_peertopeer_marketplace_is_looking
GAMES & APPS
1) RaiBlocks App, US, Price, Graph, News, https://itunes.apple.com/us/app/raiblocks/id1334362676?mt=8
RENT, REAL ESTATE
1) First rent paid with RaiBlocks: https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7olpeg/rent_in_raiblocks
SPAIN, ARGENTINA, INDIA, KOREA, DUBAI, SINGAPORE, ... AFRICA, ...
Anyone out there?
INFRASTRUCTURE
1) BrainBlocks, simple checkout for RaiBlocks, https://brainblocks.io
How to integrate a NANO gateway via BrainBlocks to your website (Programmers Guide) http://www.hitsteps.com/blog/how-integrate-nano-cryptocurrency-payment-gateway-via-brainblocks-to-your-website
2) GetXRB Start accepting RaiBlocks payments for your business -- GetXRB is an API for generating XRB invoices on the fly. -- https://www.getxrb.com
3) RaiPay for WooCommerce, WooCommerce payment gateway plugin that allows your customers to pay with RaiBlocks via RaiPay, https://github.com/coenjacobs/raipay-woocommerce
4) More: https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7pxtns/hi_i_did_nothing_special_for_this_community_but
5) BrainBlocks Shopware Integration, https://www.reddit.com/RaiBlocks/comments/7rzkgh/brainblocks_shopware_integration
6) ArrowPay. Use ArrowPay's prebuilt plugins and tools to quickly and easily start accepting RaiBlocks on your website. https://arrowpay.io
7) Vaulty, one link for all accepted cryptos on your site, https://www.vaulty.io
8) python based program that displays the merchant's receive address as a QR code for the customer to scan, as well as displaying the transaction details in both FIAT and Crypto. More details: https://www.reddit.com/nanocurrency/comments/80ddbl/i_wrote_a_program_to_make_accepting/
Regular edits & updates.
Please let me know, in case I have forgotten anyone. Thanks.
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If cryptocurrencies are so good, why are so many governments don't like it?

If cryptocurrencies are so good, why are so many governments don't like it?
If people use bitcoins, instead of the state currency, the government can not "tax" them or give a "value" through the inflation "tax"

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The key to its success is something called the blockchain. The blockchain is a means of solving the double-spending problem: which is that because the currency is digital it is open to being copied and spent more than once - something banks stop with physical currency.
However, the blockchain acts as a digital ledger, whereby every single transaction (called a block) is securely linked together using cryptography and encryption. It's verifiable, available to everyone who owns Bitcoin and is immune to fraud and hacking - unlike centralised banks.
It enables one digital wallet (that can be stored on a phone) to directly connect with another securely and process a transaction.
If virtual currencies are so good, why are so many governments with the flea behind their ears? The Chinese government is embarking on a crusade against bitcoin. In India, the situation is not much different. There are other examples. Because?
The potential benefits of crypto-coins are real. Governments around the world are full of debt. Many of them will hardly be paid. Brazil( My country) is not an isolated case. Europe has a very serious social security problem. Governments promised worlds and funds. But their populations are aging. And, at the same time, fertility is falling. The account will not close.
What does a government do when it does not have the money to pay? Sell ​​tomorrow's lunch to pay for today's dinner. Some governments have been able to play this game for decades. So the scheme is so attractive.
For governments that manage to issue debt in their own currency, gambling is even more interesting. If or when investors are unwilling to hold public debt securities in the portfolio until their maturity, these governments that take debt in their own currency may call for creative mechanisms to "monetize" debt.
To "monetize" public debt, the key is to give liquidity and certainty attributes that equate government bonds with monetary instruments. For example, governments do this with funds from the Money Market. The key is always to find ways to get people to use government bonds as "money."

But there comes a time when lenders lose confidence and stop rolling over debt. What's up?


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Here governments can issue money directly. They can finance their debt with monetary printing. It's a default of a different kind. The trick is inflation. Today, you have $ 100 in your wallet. With that money, buy ten packets of a wafer. If the price of the wafer package doubles, you will still have $ 100 in the wallet. But your buying power will fall by half.
What if you have a government debt bond instead of a $ 100 bill (or deposit)? In developed countries, government debt is not indexed. So inflation works, solve the problem of the Treasury.
But in others (as in Brazil), there may be indexation. Then the government bond will pay inflation for the period + x%. How to pay off this debt? It is only passing a law changing the rule of correction of the titles. Or make a compulsory loan. Or freeze deposits. Or make a board. There will always be a cunning economist and a good talk advocate to wrap the fish. And it's not just in Brazil!
This is where the magic of cryptos begins to function. If people use bitcoins, instead of the state currency, the government can not "tax" them or give a "default" through the inflation "tax". State tricks do not work with bitcoin.
This is the first reason why having crypto-coins may be a good idea: it is insurance against government insolvency. Since the world is a world, governments break down periodically (especially after losing a war - more on the subject, below). Having crypto (especially a bitcoin type crypto), as well as having physical gold, is insurance against state insolvency.
But the advantages of cryptos exist not only for moments of catastrophe or crisis. Cryptos have advantages also in times of normality. They are, in principle, safer and cheaper than other forms of payment.
Crypto operations cannot be undone. You are not at risk of having your credit card cloned. The transactions are settled immediately in the blockchain. There are no fees. And it is possible to implement smart contracts schemes that better lubricate human collaboration. Wonderful!
There is more: today there are more than 2 billion people with access to the internet or smartphones. And the number just grows. The advantages of crypto-coins are then extended to all this sea of ​​people! And it is possible to include - banking, bring into the 21st century - an even larger contingent of people. Is not it great?

In the view of governments, it may not be. There are four main challenges: monetary policy, taxation, exchange, and systemic risk.

1 -
Monetary policy. Without a national currency, in times of crisis, the government can not finance its debt via monetary printing. Imagine a farm minister from a country where the money is lacking for everything. If things get too tight, there's only one way: to get the mint gang to work ... But if people's savings are in bitcoin, that old technique will not work!
In case of war, the impossibility of using monetary printing can have a dramatic dimension. Historically, warring governments have had to print money because it is never possible to raise taxation too quickly in too short a time. It is good to sow peace in the world. But from the point of view of national states, monetary printing has always been seen as a dimension of national sovereignty to deal with external aggression.

2-
Taxation. Modern governments are brutal spenders. You may think this is good - after all, the state of social well-being is expensive but it delivers health, education, transportation ... Well, in Brazil it's not quite like that. In international comparison, our state spends a lot, and it spends very badly. But let us leave this Brazilian "detail" aside. The fact is that governments of social welfare are expensive.
Well, how to pay the bill? A party may eventually be thrown into the lap of future generations via state indebtedness. But the bulk has to come from today's taxation. It is here that the crypto-coins put the rulers of hairs on their feet. Crypto-coins can make it difficult for state taxation. Mainly because they can be used to launder money.


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Some say that this type of problem can be remedied with measures such as those recently adopted by the Federal Revenue Service. Globally, the Libra of Facebook, when it comes to work, will have to facilitate the tracking of the identity of the holders of Libras. Will it work? Can be. Time will tell. But the fact is that governments are animals hungry for people's resources. It's hard to hold them.

3 -
Exchange. The exchange rate, after the basic interest, is the main price in an economy. To value it, devalue it, revalue it, this is the breadwinner of many government economists around the world. (A joke says that the exchange was invented to humiliate economists because controlling it and predicting its fluctuations is so difficult.) But the fact is that the implementation of all these challenging activities is easier as long as the state currency is used by all. What if she is not?
Notice that in Brazil we have exchange controls. It is no longer the madness of the military time, when even to buy dollars to go to Bariloche with the family on vacation the Brazilian citizen had to make guts to buy the rationed currency ... And everyone ended up in a doleiro. Things have changed. But there are still various controls and barriers. Will, the government gives them up?

4 -
Systemic risk. This problem is more subtle and the analysis depends on the type of cryptocurrency. Think of the Libra (in the case of bitcoin the analysis would be quite different). This is a stable coin managed by Facebook. From what has been announced, the Pound will work with full ballast. That is, Facebook will create a Pound only when it receives the corresponding state currency. Very good.
But the problem is that the settlement of Libras operations will have to be done through digital wallets. Will these digital wallets work like banks? Will they resolve to give credit based on the floating of deposits received? If this happens, the systemic risk focus that is on banks today will simply migrate to digital wallets. What if digital wallets break: who will bail them out? The Seventh Cavalry?

Thanks for reading, Support me on Steemit too:
https://steemit.com/cryptocurrency/@phabulu/if-cryptocurrencies-are-so-good-why-are-so-many-governments-don-t-like-it
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Hitler Hunt for 7/16/2019

I found 135 Hitlers in Politics today.

As backlash against Trump’s ‘go back’ comments builds, here’s Ronald Reagan’s ‘love letter to immigrants’: ‘You can go to live in Germany, Turkey or Japan, but you cannot become German, Turk or Japanese. But anyone, from any corner of the Earth, can come to live in America and become an American.’
RacistGOP trends on Twitter as Republicans stay silent on Donald Trump's racist attack
Rep. Al Green says he will file articles of impeachment against Trump tonight, despite pushback from Democratic leaders
Melania Trump remains silent on husband's racist tweets despite having been a US citizen for shorter time than Ilhan Omar
Kellyanne Conway Snaps Back at Reporter: ‘What’s Your Ethnicity?’
Ivanka Trump, Jared Kushner And Every Trump Administration Official Accused Of Using Personal Email For Work
When Does America Reckon with the Gravity of Donald Trump's Alleged Rapes?
Twitter Users Slam Mitt Romney’s ‘Spineless’ Reaction To Racist Trump Tweets — The Utah senator refused to answer a reporter’s question on if he thought the president was racist.
'Good,' Says Elizabeth Warren, After Billionaire Right-Winger Peter Thiel Says She's 2020 Democrat He Is 'Most Scared By'
Trump’s Racism Is Not Blundering -- It Is Tactically Deliberate - Trump's racism is not an oops, it's a fascist strategy.
William Barr steps in to make sure the NYPD cop who killed Eric Garner won’t be prosecuted
Federal judge permanently blocks Trump admin from adding citizenship question to 2020 census
Donald Trump has made it clear: the only 'real Americans' are white and Christian
ObamaWasBetterAt trends after Trump Attacks on Minority Congresswomen
GOP advisers reportedly told Trump his racist attacks on Democratic congresswomen may have backfired
President angrily attacks victims of his racist tweets for third day in a row, as impeachment calls grow
Trump supporters stand by the president amid inflammatory tweets: "That's why I voted for him"
Oregon to require schools to teach about Holocaust
Pelosi is forcing House Republicans to go on the record on Trump’s ‘go back’ tweets
New Hampshire county commissioner quits GOP because of Trump
Trump Is Now Calling “The Squad” “Pro Terrorist” In Yet Another Racist Tweet
Trump says he will 'take a look' at investigating Google for treason.
Mayor Kenney: ‘If Donald Trump Ever Has To Go Back Where He Came From, He’s Going To Have To Go To Hell’
‘Nobody Opened the Door’: Neighbors Rally During an ICE Raid in Houston
House Condemns Trump’s Attack on Four Congresswomen as Racist
Jewish Protestors form human chain around ICE Headquarters saying “Never Again is Now”
'Unfit to be president': Full text of House impeachment resolution on Trump
‘Really Good Speller’ Trump’s Handwritten Note Shows Embarrassing Mistakes
Conway To Reporter Who Asked About Trump’s Racist Tweets: ‘What’s Your Ethnicity?’
Ilhan Omar to Maddow: Trump Is ‘Corrupt,’ ‘Inept,’ and the ‘Worst President We’ve Had’
Chris Evans Exposes ‘Painfully Transparent’ Reason For Trump’s Racist Attack
Donald Trump is like a 20th-century fascist, says Sadiq Khan
Trump’s notes show he doesn’t have a clue how to spell Al Qaeda
House GOP Leaders Claim Trump Tweets Not Racist Because We Are ‘Party Of Lincoln’
If You Helped a Racist Become the Most Powerful Person in America, Then You’re a Racist Too
Kellyanne Conway to reporter: What's your ethnicity?
Kris Kobach: I Might Still Support Trump if He Came Out and Said ‘I’m a Racist’
Anti-Defamation League blasts Trump for 'invoking support for Israel to defend this racism'
Kellyanne Conway just said something that should stun you
Trump is an apocalypse
As Hate Incidents Grow, More States Require Schools To Teach The Holocaust
Trump vs. 'the Squad' makes watershed moment in racial politics
Children in states with strict gun laws are less likely to die, according to a new study
Treasury secretary says he doesn't find Trump's tweets racist
Trump repeats racist attack, says Democratic congresswomen ‘can leave’ the US
Puerto Rico’s governor needs to step down
Trump: I don't have a racist bone in my body
‘Trump’s Going to Get Re-elected, Isn’t He?’ Voters have reason to worry.
There’s One Heresy That Sets Bernie Apart From All Other Dem Contenders to Unseat Trump
Trump Faces Backlash from Base over Bitcoin
Watch: Ilhan Omar declines to respond to Trump claiming she supports al Qaeda
Moderate Dem slams 'squad' for threatening to primary him: 'They're not Democrats ... they're socialists'
Sieg Heil! I mean... Beep Boop, I am a robot.
My purpose is to find and link comments in Politics that contain the word 'Hitler'
Since my birth, I have found a total of 43614 Hitlers in Politics. On average, I found 79 Hitlers per day.
Today, I read 54953 comments. In total, I have read 24333224 comments.
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I can't call myself a victim if I know what I took.

"Mom," I said, "Do you really think I can follow my dreams?" I was sitting on a chair on our apartment balcony while I looked up as the clouds passed over another layer of dotted clouds which felt like sand on the shore in the sky.


My mother, who looked more tired than she tried to hide, got herself to smile enough when she said, "Honey, if you ever get to do something you really like, something that makes you happy, then that can be both of our dream." She then held my shoulders as I turned around to kiss her cheek.


"I love you mom." I said as I gave her a great big hug.


Her voice cracking, all she could manage was, "my sweet girl. Promise me that you will come right back here and tell me when you reach that dream. Can you promise me that?"


"I promise... H-hey mom."


"What is it Haley?"


"Think I can help you back into your chair?"


"Oh don't you worry about that honey, I'll be fine." She chided as she shook her hands onto her wheelchair as she gently blocked me with her trembling hands, telling me to back away and let her do this. She trembled as she got into her seat and looked at me with confusion. The caretaker came and asked if everything was alright. I told her things were fine and she recommended it was around the time to leave. So I got my coat, took my purse, and kissed my mom goodbye for the day.


It was difficult to convince her step by step that she needed assisted living conditions. Needed a caretaker. She even got real upset with me when it was my idea to install a "Life Alert" system in her home. She was losing her hearing but the hearing aid was doing half its job. Her vision on the other hand, had a bad scar in one eye as she loses her vision I try and try to convince her to get some eye surgery. She tells me "when she is ready for it" every time I ask but seriously, who is ever ready for surgery?


As I walked out the door I guess no matter how many times I hear it before, and no matter how many times I prepare for it, it always hurts.


For lack of a better word, her eyes "change." Suddenly she looks around her surroundings as if the walls had expanded.


"Who was that?" She asked her caretaker.


"Your daughter." The caretaker said.


"No. Haley's my little girl. She's still in the 2nd grade."


I couldn't stand it. I opened the door again.


"Mom, I grew up." I said.


The caretaker looked startled, as if to warn me to stop but she was too late. I didn't care. I love my mother and I want to be by her side. Because she first loved me and I know that beautiful lesson from this teacher. I know it's real, and because of her I still feel it, no matter what happens to me that makes me despise it. It's there.


Even when she forgets.


"No you didn't. Who ARE you, young lady? Where's Haley? Somebody HELP!"


"Mom, it's me." I said as I pressed my face against hers. She resists as usual and is about to push me away when I tell her. "Mommy, you forget this all the time. I grew up."


She stops resisting for a moment to wonder if what I'm saying is true. I know that she has to process this all over again. She reaches for my face and her thumb makes tiny circles around my cheek.


".....Is it? Is it really you, Haley? My little Haley?"


"Yes mom. It's me, Haley. I'm not going anywhere." I said with tears in my eyes. We held each other for a while and then I decided a few more hours just gently sitting wouldn't be so bad.


When it's really time for me to leave, she sits in the chair watching me leave, smiling.


That's how I want to leave the room from now on.


A lot has changed since I assigned a caretaker. People tell me that maybe I should send her to a home. However, she really wants to keep one last piece of her independence, and my heart burns with power when I think of her strength. I lie to friends and family that I read up on it but I actually have very little knowledge of how retrograde amnesia works. By lying that I know more, in a sense, I guess it's my stupid way of letting people know that I can emotionally deal with it and that I am allowed to be there for my mother without hurting when it does. As though false knowledge gives me the right.


My mother doesn't even know her symptoms but she fights on like a delirious knight, swinging blades in the darkness and jumping into the danger. She is, and always has been, my hero.


I'm no hero.


I didn't make much money. I was a waitress when I was told I was going to be laid off. I visited Mom to comfort her. At least that's what I told myself. I knew that I was really trying to comfort myself, really. Even though I know she wouldn't, I wanted Mom to sit with me and help me sort life's problems with short hugs and warm smiles along the way. I wanted that reassurance you can only get from a mom who loves you.


I hosted a makeup show on YouTube. I would just connect a camera to my laptop while I applied eyeliner and nail polish and somehow I garnered a following. To try and stretch my limits, I ended up played some puzzle games and dating sims. People thought I was cute. A good kind of cute. They liked me when I would joke around or mess up on a game. I guess I liked myself more back then as was a fan of along with them. It was around 2010 when people told me in comments that I could make money through something called "ad sense". At the time all I knew was it was some kind of partnership program so when I figured it out I knew I had to join up. At first, I thought the comments were trolling me, but I saw other YouTube users doing it and before I knew it, I was signed up and actually going to be making money.


I was connected with it through the help of some of my friends. I was at a party when Tiff, my glamorous friend who always flaunts herself around and is way too forward with everyone around her, especially me. Tiff is the girl who usually never notices signs that I am uncomfortable, or that I did not want this to happen. Then there is Chris. Chris is that awkward little neighbor I used to have and after he moved away we remained close. We still went to the same schools and kept in touch over the years. He was at the party, because he knew how I can go through Google ad sense since he claimed to know one of the Google ad execs so I can make more than a usual creator. They set up my account and got me in through my PayPal account using my credit card and my social security number. I admit in retrospect I could have planned it out better but they told me to keep things simple. Then I told them to create a GoFundMe page for my mother's upcoming surgery expenses.


I owe her that much.



At the party, Tiff introduced me to some of her roommates' friends who were really loud and wild girls while in the back of the dance floor (kitchen) was Chris, adjusting the volume on the iPod speakers to low. He stood neatly in a suit and tie, and I thought I overdressed. Chris took me upstairs to a computer, and he shut the door and there was someone already on the keyboard, typing quickly as he dictated and asked me exactly what kind of show I put on YouTube. I told him I do makeup and games. He put me in the system, I "signed" documents online and before I knew it I officially had a job. Online. How cool was that!!?


Chris thanked me for being patient as he had a dial-up modem and the process took a LOT longer than it needed to be. I was alright and he invited me to go downstairs and have some fun while he and his buddy do a bunch of boring legal stuff for me online. Tiff immediately grabbed me and shoved me in front of this hunky guy who made me get into a cold sweat. I quickly checked my hair and hoped what I was wearing was nice enough. He was a European friend of her roommate who came over to the states to see some cute American girls.


He was Kris, who was much cuter than Chris.


Kris Dieb. Even his name was incredible. He was full of grace, charm, and wit. The caliber that he held was so high. He just finished talking and shouting back at Chris when I approached him.

He gave me one glance-over, and then gave his verdict.


"Chris here, tells me that you are cute...."


I trembled where I stood.


"However I do not think that you are cute." He put his hand on my chin and told me. "I think that you are beautiful."


My heart flutter-fainted as I swooned over him cartoonishly. I just melted into a puddle and he danced with me into the night. It was like a fairytale. They even played "You Belong With Me'" by Taylor Swift on the speakers. He was the prince and I was the princess. I will say yes...


I was blushing a storm while Tiff excitedly begged me for details as she pulled me from him for a chance with him herself. I figured this was a good a time as any to actually go back home. Before I do that, however, I realize that I just had a major breakthrough. Not the guy. The YouTube Partnership Program. I had a job! Online! And all I have to do is what I like doing all the time, and I get PAID for it? Oh my god, my mind was ready to blow.


I have a job now. A real job.


Immediately, I knew there was someone else who had to know.


She was sitting in her bed watching television when she looked my way. "You're not the caretaker," she grumbled. As she got into her wheelchair, she pushed herself towards me with a look of suspicion and bewilderment. "What is your name, young lady?"


"It's Haley."


She looked startled upon hearing the name. I was worried she was going to have another freak out and then I would be pushed away from her. I was scared, but the face I gave her was a straight one. Then she looked at me with a much softer expression. She was lowering her defenses and that was always a good sign. She started a small smile.


"You know, I have a daughter named Haley. She's still in the 2nd grade. Sweetest little thing, too. Do you want me to show you her picture? I think I have it around here somewhere. Hold on, let me get it."


I stood patiently waiting with my hands behind my back against the wall and bouncing on my heels like a cartoon. I was tempted to whistle.


"So Haley, what do you do?"


"I make money on YouTube now, mom." Oops. I slipped my tongue. She is my mother and I am used to talking with her like that. It's almost as if she is playing a part for a theater sketch and she only has to pretend she doesn't know me to dive deeper into her character. That's what I tell myself. Really, she is at the ocean's floor, as deep as she can go. It is so hard to follow her down.


"Calling me mom are we? You are a strange woman to come and visit a lady all cooped up here and call me 'mom'. Is your mother missing?"


"She always is..." I said quietly.


"That's too bad. Shame on her, leaving a nice young lady out to fend for yourself. I guess your'e just one of those people with abandonment issues or what do you call it?.... " She trailed off in her thoughts and didn't come back. She was still searching her drawer though a pile of messy photographs.


"Here we are. Haley.... meet Haley." Mom said proudly as she held up one of the pictures.


The small freckled girl in the photograph was holding a baseball bat in front of a chain-link fence along a large shady weeping willow in the middle of the park. The girl was smiling and had missing teeth. Her shirt was stained in flecks you can barely see but I was only looking for the mustard from the nachos her Dad got her before her big game. I still miss Dad, but he left us a long time ago...


As I looked into the little girl's eyes tears began to form in my own as I wish I could tell her that something very bad was about to happen. If I could somehow tell her. I wanted to warn her. I wanted to encourage her. I wanted to say so many things that I was going to have a mental breakdown if I continued thinking about them all. About that little girl. So instead, I hit reset and played pretend with her.


"She's a beautiful little girl."


"Isn't she? Makes me proud to see her do so many things. You know, I bet your mother loves you too."


"I know she does."


"That's very good to hear. When was the last time you spoke with her?"


"That's a very personal question. I think I'd better leave." I was about to make my way towards the door. I meant it.


"How about you tell me what you would want to say to your mother, you know, if she were here."


If she were here? Does she even knew what she was saying?


"If she were here..... I'd tell her that I did it. I want to tell her, 'Mom, I did it. I'm doing what I wanted to. That I'm going for my dreams.'"


She looked at me and said, "That's strange.... I'm not sure.... but I think it was a dream where I wanted someone special to me, someone close, to have the same thing....."


I smiled at her. "Funny isn't it?"


"Well, I suppose as long as you are doing what you want to do, I'm sure your mother is very proud of you."


Then she sat up and she turned her head to look at me and gave a knowing grin.


"You can call me 'mom' if you want to. It's fine."


"Okay. I gotta go. Take care, mom."


"Bye honey. Oh honey, you forgot your purse. Don't forget that."


I realized that I did leave it. She handed it to me as I clumsily made my way back outside.


"Bye, mom."


"Bye Haley."


That was as close to normal without the tearfully long reveal that "it's me" that I ever had to do. Sometimes as a stranger, I get to see another side of her. It helps me appreciate her more. I still can't believe that this wonderful, suffering woman is my mother.


I got back to my apartment and began unpacking things and got out my laptop. I recorded another video and realized I can do movie reviews and that's when I saw the new messages. I guess I enabled live chat as I was streaming and there was this woman who said she was an ad executive but wanted to thank me so wanted to know more about me. She told me that I needed to join her in her sister's wedding and on a whim I sent her a private message and gave her my address. Normally, I would say never give your address but she was a girl and girls don't do anything besides I wanted to get drunk and party with some real girls.


I sat alone with my fingers resting on the keyboard with my thoughts as I stared mindlessly into the glaring white of the Google's screen. There was no Google Doodle that day, which was odd since they celebrate practically anyone's birthday or landmark in the world. However, I just kept staring. For a very long time. Until I come back to reality and realize that I just overthink certain things and that I should really get on with living my life.


I know that's all in my head, but I could have sensed that something on my screen began to flicker. I checked the cord and it seemed okay. I recently downloaded an update for Adobe flash player and my computer has been buggy ever since.


*knock* *knock*


Someone was at the door, I quickly logged off and closed my laptop. I went over to see who was there.


I was greeted by the sound of Chris, who sounded worried.


He asked me to log in to my Google account and he wanted to check something. I didn't know what he was doing but he clicked a lot of "Agree" buttons before logging me off.


He also looked really shaken up, like somebody had just scolded him. He never looked at me that way before, like I was a vicious animal, ready to strike and at the same time like he deserves it.


After that, he left.


So I go online and decide to make a new video that week.


In the video, I put in a clip from a movie out-of-context as a joke. I remember clicking "I own this so I can post it" and the message said, "that still does not give you the right to share copywritten material." Then I hit that I think that this is "fair use" under sections of criticism and education (and fun).


It was a large file, about a 30 GB video, since the effects of the studio app I have render the video like a monster. It takes HOURS to upload the whole thing, and even more to process the video.


Within 2 minutes after "your video is available at " https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Hfe73Dhd" it got 3 strikes in one go. I don't know how, but multiple flags were in place and my account was removed from Google. Subsequently it was obvious the video was pulled too, so don't bother clicking the link.


I even had a charity live stream and I got a message saying that all the funds have been kept by the issuer of the strikes on my channel. Again, it doesn't sound like it could work and I could be making up details but that's all I know.


I don't know how it worked but it did. Not only that, but my PayPal account, my Chase account, and even my BitCoin were all gone. Nonexistent.


I went to the DMV and presented my driver's license, but.... it was no longer a match. I tried to claim that maybe somebody stole my identity, but when they asked if there was anyone who could verify my identity, I went to see her again.


She looked at me and the man with the notepad. "Mom, it's me. Haley."


She looked up at me with tears in her eyes and said, "I know you're not."


She was right. There were tears in my eyes, too.


Haley Petersen was killed while she studied abroad in 2014. Back then she met this charming man who we never got to know the name of. I happened to be an identity thief myself and took her place when I found her credit card in the states. When I went to visit her mother with retrograde amnesia, that did it. The perfect job.


It wasn't so perfect when I saw what a good woman this was. I really wanted it to work.


I really wanted her to be my mother.


Because I was so stupid to investigate my own identity theft, my record immediately caught up with me and I am charged with counts of fraud and embezzlement and probably some false charges added by Google on top from my accusers.


I read up on everything about Haley. Her missing father, her baseball games he used to driver her to. The pit stops and meals they shared as a family. It was all right there, in her diary.


Her bedroom was my study.


After reading so much about her and trying to think like her, I actually began to think I was her. I eventually felt like these mental images while I read her life stories slowly became mine. As though it were thought transference. It's not possible that we can think the same way, but given how close I come to a description of Haley it was only stranger that I can imagine what I think her way of thinking is... I think.


I was caught. It was over.


I called up Kris Dieb and told him the jig was up. We both had to confess. Youtube and the scam we tried to pull off with the help of my friends are no longer the concern. The very identity of the "Haley" I almost thought I was proved to me that I got in this too deep.


I don't feel like a criminal. I just know I am one. I guess my feelings will never catch up with me.


So as the police are investigating this and I am allowed one last post. I want to tell you. Yes, there are people who make invalid strikes on YouTube. Yes, the algorithm seems one-sided. Yes, there is censorship. Yes, smaller creators are being taken advantage of.


I took one last look at my "mom." There were tears in her eyes. When she saw the police report of her real daughter's death. How my real name is [removed] and how everyone I knew in my life before I abandoned long ago. This woman, the woman I had lied to, feigning sympathy for her memory loss wasn't all fake.


At one point this became real.


I miss you. Mommy.


You were the only real mother to me, and I was taking advantage of you. I should feel terrible. Strange fact of the matter is, I don't. I loved spending time with her. I just felt a connection that I never had with anyone before.


I know what I did was wrong, and I cannot feign ignorance. Nobody is going to give me any pity. I was in the wrong.


I can't call myself a victim if I know what I took.
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