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Steel and timbers structures and frames:
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Kampala, Uganda (WNV) – In any true democracy, the streets are filled with rejoicing upon a popular candidate's electoral victory. The majority are excited and satisfied for a new beginning. In Uganda, the only things filling the streets after the February 18 voting day were military machinery and silence. General Yoweri Museveni's continued stranglehold on his 30 years in power was underway.
It was a scene from the dictator's handbook: tear gas, police brutality, disappearances and arrests. The opposition-supported, would-be president elect Dr. Kizza Besigye was placed on house arrest for nearly two months.
No one expected the court petition declaring the presidential election illegitimate to succeed. Those presiding over the matter of fraudulent elections in the Supreme Court unanimously decided — under rumors of death threats and reports of millions of dollars used by Museveni's closest allies to influence their decision — that Museveni indeed defeated Besigye at the polls despite allegations from virtually all observing entities (apart from the Museveni-appointed Electoral Commission) that the process was not free and fair.
One group of former political prisoners and other concerned citizens from various tribes and regions of the nation visited the U.N. High Commission for Human Rights office in Kampala, hoping to raise their concern over the rapidly escalating insecurity in the country. Police fully equipped with protest-disrupting weapons and anti-riot gear dispersed the group despite their peaceful visit to an international institution with an open-door policy.
My wife — Suzan Abong Wilmot, also a former political prisoner — happened to be among the group. She was arrested with organizer Johncation Muhindo and forcefully marched through Kampala's streets under the watch of armed guards to Kira Road police station. The district police commander heading the forced dispersal of the group of a few dozen people angrily asked me, an onlooker, what human rights concern the group could possibly have in the "democratic" environment of Uganda. Fully clad with shin guards, a bulletproof vest, a helmet, grenades, and a gun, the irony of his question made it so laughable.
In one massively pro-opposition corner of the Rwenzori mountains — a region over 200 miles west of Kampala on the border with the Democratic Republic of the Congo — police opened fire, killing six people. Shortly thereafter, guards at the royal palace of the Bakonzo were killed in broad daylight. The death toll in the region has reached at least 90, and Museveni continues to exacerbate the crisis by sending tanks and troops — bitter over what was an electoral loss in a region where he failed to steal a significant number of votes.
Angered over electoral theft, a group of young activists in Kampala tied themselves to individual poles throughout the city, sporting shirts that read, "Break the chain – free my vote." Indeed, police broke their chains, though they placed them behind new ones. The activists are currently remanded in Luzira prison until their next court date on April 18.
If these incidents and others were not enough to signify the deteriorating political space in Uganda, Museveni drew his lines clearly in a statement on Saturday, promising to crush protesters, even using the term "kill."
Uganda's genocidal, dangerous environment begs one to consider the role of external actors amidst the madness. What are foreign stakeholders doing to help – or hurt – the chances of Ugandans dreaming of a day when they might discover freedom and wholeness?
During a recent visit to Kampala, Katherine Hughes-Fraitekh, associate director of field initiatives for the International Center on Nonviolent Conflict, said she could see the fear and trauma in the eyes of Ugandans. Having lived through various circumstances of unrest in the Middle East, she noted, "There's a kind of anger boiling in Ugandans from the hurt. People are deeply suspicious of others."
So what are those who are afforded a far greater measure of safety doing about the living nightmare confronting Ugandans?
The diaspora
For perhaps the first time during Museveni's three-decade rule, Ugandans in the diaspora are organizing themselves for substantial public action.
Groups have gathered across Asia, Europe and North America to advocate for their friends and relatives back home. Their concerns vary widely. A protester at the United Nations in New York mourned the dismantling of cooperatives. Others simply want the electoral victory of their candidate Besigye to be upheld. Refugee LGBTI Ugandans have brought their own messages on placards to strategic places, like Ugandan embassies and other points of international diplomacy and influence. The common thread these diaspora members share is their disdain for Museveni's military coup.
Ugandans abroad called for Canadian, American and European governments to place travel bans on Museveni and his key allies, such as ruling party secretary general Kasule Lumumba (who threatened to open fire on protesters contesting election results weeks before the actual voting day), Kale Kayihura and Katumba Wamala (both vicious security operatives trained by the United States).
Diaspora members also leveraged their influence in the sphere of performing arts. Bebe Cool, one of the musicians featured in Museveni's campaign theme song "Tubonga Nawe," was pressured by Ugandans living in Dubai to leave the stage. Many Ugandans in the diaspora heeded the call of the Forum for Democratic Change opposition party to boycott performances of artists aligned with the regime.
Milton Allimadi, editor for Black Star News, wrote an open letter to President Barack Obama that said, "In whichever country they reside, Ugandans should make it clear that the international community can't continue business as usual with an illegitimate ruler. The United States, Uganda's principal sponsor, is even barred by the Leahy amendment from working with the Museveni regime whose army has been used for violent repression." A group of Ugandans residing in America are exploring the possibility of suing the Obama administration for continued illegal military relations with Museveni.
The U.S. government
The United States is Uganda's largest bilateral funder, annually offering hundreds of millions of dollars in known military financial support alone. The United States also places heavy investments in Uganda's health sector, much of which is ultimately embezzled. Museveni's anti-terrorism rhetoric and neoliberal policies have long captured the support of the western powers.
For this reason, it was rather shocking that the U.S. Embassy of Kampala denounced Museveni's use of security forces to repress Ugandans before and during voting day. It was probably the strongest human rights statements Ugandans could have received from a foreign diplomatic mission. Nevertheless, the United States — in keeping with its support of the Musevini regime — was quick to recognize the Supreme Court's ruling on the fairness of the election. What's more, newly-appointed U.S. Ambassador Deborah R. Malac submitted her credentials to Museveni just days after the election, symbolically recognizing him as head of state — this despite the fact that she condemned Uganda's government for human rights abuses upon first stepping foot in the country.
While it would be easy to draw conclusions about her mixed support for Museveni — given her position representing what is arguably the largest military relationship in Africa — the truth is that the United States isn't alone. According to Muhindo, the aforementioned organizer who attempted to meet with UNHCR staff, "The world outside of Uganda legitimizes the dictatorship through its funding and support."
Perceived roles of external actors
There are many international agencies, NGOs and Ugandan citizens raising their alarms, but there also seems to be little communication between various stakeholders to ascertain which institutions play which roles in times of violence and political upheaval.
There are efforts underway to map this complex terrain. The Atlantic Council, Open Society Foundation and Rhize have partnered with activists in Uganda, Sudan and 10 other countries around the world currently in conflict in order to collect views on the roles of outside supporters in relation to those struggling to cultivate democracy through social change movements. While the data has not yet been fully collected and analyzed, it may produce some quantitative and qualitative insights to inform institutions in Washington, D.C. and elsewhere what others are expecting from them.
One thing is clear, however: Superpowers usually like to be on the side of the winning team. Therefore, external actors might not play the roles they are mandated to play unless they witness massive in-country support for those striving to change the system. For the time being, Ugandans should probably expect less from foreign governments and more from their diaspora members who, though constrained by numbers and resources, have a personal stake in the struggle.
This report prepared by Phil Wilmot for WAGING NONVIOLENCE.

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Results from a new study support the link between Viagra and the increased risk of long-term hearing loss in men taking the drug. The study, which is being published in the May 18, 2010, issue of the Archives of Otolaryngology-Head and Neck Surgery, also suggests an increased risk posed by other similar phosphodiesterase type 5 inhibitors (PDE-5i) drugs, such as Cialis and Levitra.
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See article in Science Daily. Dr. McGwin adds that the study appears to warrant the hearing loss warnings that currently appear on Viagra's labeling, which were strengthened in 2007 in response to a request by the FDA.
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As a piano teacher I have had the unique opportunity to participate in recitals and performances from two very different vantage points. One of my vantage points is that of a piano and violin student. In the past, I would go to lessons, practice hard, and sometimes memorize the piece my teacher had assigned. Throughout the … Continue reading Rethinking the Recital
One of my favorite musical expressions is teaching piano. I am a relatively new teacher, and so I still have a lot to learn. One of the many skills I am trying to develop is how to utilize praise appropriately. What kind of praise is best for my students? Is praise different for each person? … Continue reading Praise
I have always been confused about what the word integrity means. I have heard multiple definitions: Honesty Doing the right thing even when no one is watching Sincerity Decency Having strong moral principles Earlier this month I was feeling curious about what other people thought about integrity. Maybe I could learn from them! So, I … Continue reading Integrity
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My family and I have kept free-range chickens for the last few years. It has been a very fun adventure! One challenge is keeping the hens from being eaten by predators, so every night we close them up in their coop. Last night I went outside to lock the chickens up for the night. I … Continue reading Where's Louise?
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One word: Ugh. Bullying is not okay. Words hurt. A lot. They come back to haunt us when we are having a bad day. I am going to tell a story. I know a boy named John* who has been bullied for several years by another boy, Dylan*. Dylan would tell John things like: "You … Continue reading Bullying = 😦 😦 😦
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Fans Will Not Be Happy About This Male R&B Singer Calling Out Beyoncé, SZA And Cardi B
"Stop using that f**king pain to make it OK to say some bullsh** on your record and get nominated for a Grammy..."
Although Future currently is on top of the world, celebrating back-to-back album releases, his recent commentary regarding parenthood may have gotten him into a bit trouble with his fans.
During his second formal sit-down with Zane Lowe on Beats 1, the rapper and esteemed radio host continued the conversation they began prior to Future releasing his first album this month. During the follow-up interview, the Atlanta rapper touched on everything from his decision to drop two projects in succession to the deeply personal inspiration behind HNDRXX and what it's like to be a father when you're also an artist of his stature.
"I believe HNDRXX is more personal," he shares during the on-air conversation. "This is the Honest album I was supposed to have been honest about. When it was time to have the Honest album [in 2014], I was like, 'OK.' I was just using it as a title instead of being able to actually be honest in the music. This is it. This is HNDRXX. This is me opening up and letting it all out so I can move past it and certain things, I won't have to speak on it again."
The in-depth conversation then shifts gears into discussing his creative process, touching on how he's "obsessed with making music" and "addicted to the studio," two things that enabled him to pull off the feat of releasing two albums this month. Not only that, but he also talks about how his work ethic affects him being a father, with music often calling him away from his kids, Prince, Londyn and Future Zahir.
"You gotta sacrifice so much, even the times with your kids," he tells the radio host. "You have to just do music and you're becoming this entertainer and so many people require so much of your time for different things, different obligations you have to make money or just different obligations you have as a person in whatever the situation may be. You gotta leave town and miss out on certain things that you feel like you should be there. Like, your dad should be a part of this moment."
From there, he discusses, honestly, that at this point in time, being a provider and working as a musician is coming first over his children, getting him in all sorts of hot water with his loyal fanbase as a result.
"I gotta be like, 'Damn, man, your daddy really a superstar and entertainer.' My kids gotta understand, they gotta make a sacrifice, having a superstar dad," he continues. "My career choice is my career choice. Just stepping out of that zone, to be able to be a provider. I understand my position as a provider and my role as a dad also…Just being able to be comfortable with it. Everybody wanna be a super dad and the best dad ever but sometimes, I'm just realizing that I'm not perfect."
Naturally, many of his fans who caught wind of the controversial commentary aren't holding back, absolutely roasting the rapper for his perspective on fatherhood, with a majority of folks saying that there is no excuse not to be there for your children.
Check out Future's full interview with Zane Lowe and see what fans have to say about his admittedly imperfect parenting style in the posts below.
this future album even colder when u think of all the family phone calls he hit that red button on in order to concentrate in the studio— Desus Nice (@desusnice) February 24, 2017
*drowns out that parenting quote from Future with the flute from "Mask Off"*— Desus Nice (@desusnice) February 23, 2017
me at future parent teacher conferences— SPANISH BARTY💃🏻 (@abarty_intheusa) February 23, 2017
teacher: so im a little concerned ur son said u play "shots" by LMFAO when he has cough syrup
me: ya
Future talks about his kids like theyre in a freelance internship— Sports (@HeadphoneJones_) February 23, 2017
Kid #6: Dad can you come to my school rehearsal?— Ramaj 📠🅱 (@Jay_71Eight) February 23, 2017
Future: son, I'm in Copenhagen right now in the Chanel store being a superstar.
Kid #6: pic.twitter.com/tXeJX26U1U
You ever drink lean and try to raise your arms? Then don't blame future for not raising his 31 kids 🙄🙄🙄— yc (@yc) February 23, 2017
"No you can't go to your room, this is family time and we're gonna listen to the new Future like a family." pic.twitter.com/Q1Vjw4H4P8— yc (@yc) February 6, 2016
I'll go play catch with Future's kids for him, I owe him that much— yc (@yc) February 24, 2017
Future's Kids: Just hang out with us, take some time off, you don't mi--— Nah, You Good. (@uglynewyork) February 23, 2017
Future: Anyway... pic.twitter.com/7cbkn4UjKb
Future wasn't lying when he said he would choose the dirty over you. Kids included. He ain't scared to lose you.— Queen of Wands (@TheHelenOfTrill) February 23, 2017
Future fathered all these niggas in the game today he don't need to raise no more kids bro— B.I.G.K.E.V. (@indiKEV) February 23, 2017
@RapUp Malia & Sasha had an ACTUAL superstar dad and he always made his daughters a priority - even as president.— Sam HawkBadger (@hwkbgr) February 23, 2017
Fuck this dude.
@RapUp maybe that's why Russell Wilson is lil Future's real daddy?... pic.twitter.com/wECGqwRGdG— J.C. (@joshcurran_) February 23, 2017
kids: "we love and miss you dad"— Sports (@HeadphoneJones_) February 23, 2017
future: "you chose to be born"
Kids: Dad can we go to the arcade together?— 99 & The 2000|BHM17 (@doylenoir) February 23, 2017
Future: Why are you talki- *redirects attention to manager* Why are they talking to me?
Boy just say you a shitty ass parent. Blue Ivy see both her parents and future will never be as big as them. https://t.co/XZYqeZzogj— iHeartNuggets (@nxfertiti_) February 23, 2017
Future told his kids "you knew what this was"— Beer Bryant (@DontrellChillis) February 23, 2017
"Stop using that f**king pain to make it OK to say some bullsh** on your record and get nominated for a Grammy..."
Here are all the artists who posted tributes to the late R&B singer.


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June, 2017, Barn Quilt Tour, LeRoy, NY
While staying at Southwoods Rv Park in Byron, I started checking out all the information on what there was to do in the area. I spotted a brochure about a self-guided tour of over 100 Barn Quilts in the town of LeRoy. The brochure had pictures of about 60 quilt blocks with addresses of where they are located, and the name of each block. Wahoo, this was right up my alley, as most of you know I love quilting and even while on the road I have continued to make them as time permits.
Barn Quilt Blocks are quilt patterns painted on wood and hung either on barns, sheds or residential homes, sometimes even businesses. There are also quilt block patterns inside local restaurants, schools, and the local nursing home. Guy and I had also had made 2 barn quilt blocks while still in our house in Al for a barn of our friend, Loring.
The Barn Quilts of LeRoy began as a Bicentennial project for the town of LeRoy. The first quilt, "Jell-O Jigglers" was painted in July 2011 at the annual Oatka Festival, it is featured on the front of the Jell-0 museum. The goal was to have 24 quilt blocks painted and erected for the Bicentennial event of June 8, 2012. In less than 10 months over 70 barns quilt blocks were completed. The quilt blocks have come to represent the pride shared for the people of LeRoy, a town rich in heritage and a vision for the future.
The barn quilt block project has continued after the Bicentennial as more blocks appear around town and the surrounding areas every day. Each person that makes a quilt block and displays it has a story as to why they choose that particular block, it can be of their own design or a pattern from years ago.
When we were in Marion, N. Carolina about 2 years ago, I wrote a blog (McDowell Quilt Trail, May 22-31, 2015) about the Barn Quilts in that area. So I was super excited to spend the afternoon hunting these down. Guy had gone to his sisters in California so this gave LaciLou and I the perfect time to head out.
This was just a small sampling of the wonderful quilt blocks I found, using gps and making many wrong turns, stopping on the sides of the road and walking thru many fields. Some of the blocks I could not find as easy as they were placed in the opposite direction and then had to make many u-turns. I loved the hunt, not so sure LaciLou was as excited as me.
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On Pain and the Inauguration
Today I am coming home to images of demonstrations across the country who protest the reality of Donald Trump as President—some of these foolishly violent. Tomorrow I will participate in the Women's March in New York City, and in a peaceful way I will express my opinion. And on Sunday I will be speaking at Yale about "How to Lead from Pain"… and these all relate.
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Many people who have read my book, To the Cross and Back, have said they don't understand how after so much tragedy I can go on—at least outwardly—seemingly happy, when so many others with a similar past have turned to "drugs, crime, and the streets."
Well, it hasn't all been a walk on the straight and narrow—a lot of that on the book as well. But there came a point when I had to make a choice about my future. In my book, after listing the number of times that communities and individuals had screwed me because of ideology, I wrote:
"I have more than enough reasons to be bitter. I have more than enough reasons to feel vindictive. I have more than enough reasons to hide in my bedroom and plan revenge. But when I look at the story of my life, I also see I have more than enough reasons to love."
Today on January 20, some demonstrators, influenced by the hate-filled rhetoric of the last presidential campaign, have taken to the streets and are trying to punch and kick their way out of a state of fear, anger, and disbelief which has knocked the wind out of our minds. But Trump is really a symbol who was given power by a population who reacted with a fear, anger, and disbelief of their own. They feared terrorism, joblessness, unfair taxation, the life of the fetus, and the diluting of a culture centered around their religion, among other things. Agree or disagree on the virtue of their fears, but they are fears just the same. And we all let this one man take advantage of all of us.
Tomorrow on January 21, I will march with thousands of other people who were insulted, belittled, demonized, objectified, and terrorized by a con man who exploited people's fears, because he knew that fear energizes us. I will march believing it is more than fair to talk about security, about jobs leaving the country, about people crossing our borders illegally, about an abuse of the welfare system, about the unfairness of the tax code, religious freedom, and much more. But I march believing it is incorrect to enable a man unto the highest office on the planet because he hid his horrific character traits behind a skillful way to insult the other side—often on something as trivial as ratings and excitement.
On Sunday, January 22, I speak at one of the best colleges in our country about how we can move on from pain—and it couldn't be more fitting. I hold my book in my hand and relive beatings, accidents, fractures, bloodshed, prejudice, racism, brain-washing, gay-bashing, need, poverty, sickness, abuse, depression, fear and hopelessness. But I stand now as a free mind, the first college-graduate in my family, an immigrant-American citizen, world-traveled, published, openly out gay man. I look back and see the two roads I had as choices, and though I mourn many circumstances, and I don't regret the one I took, even if at times it was the hardest.
Donald Trump and Mike Pence represent a culture that is struggling to let go of power. They fed us fear of change and used scapegoats to rationalize their shortcomings and energize the crowd before them. And they succeeded, in part, because a significant segment of the population decided not to get involved. Fear, anger, and pain won the election—because we let them.
But to go out on the streets and burn the house down is choosing path #1—which is what many did when they voted for Trump (throwing a molotov cocktail at the government they identified as unfair). It is easier to find a scapegoat than to own up to our own shortcomings. It is easier to demonize an opponent than to reason our way to virtue. And it is easier to shout "stupid" than to admit we're hurting.
I will fight for the scared, try to calm the senseless, and challenge the stubborn. But I've seen path #1 in the face, and let me tell ya, it ain't pretty. Path #2 is challenging. It requires patience. It required strength. It requires endurance. It requires ears before tongue. When the time comes, it requires sacrifice before ego. And when diplomacy fails, it will require that we stand against an archaic ideology that stands in the way of human progress.
I in no way validate voting for and enabling an immature, bigot con man who has already caused so much harm to our nation—and we must stand up to hate—but I am saying that even the people who support him have a fear and pain of their own. Are we listening?
I finish with the words at the end of that chapter:
"We've bled enough, cried enough, killed enough—it is time to move on. Let us finally rise above our differences. We are religious and we are freethinkers. We are conservatives and we are liberals. We are Americans and we are immigrants. We are healthy and we are sick. We are straight and we are gay. But, my friends, we are all human just the same."
Donald Trump may have won the election, but he didn't win our hearts. He will make choices for the betterment of the country, and I hope they are good ones. I will support policies when they benefit humanity. I will support speeches that uplift our nation. But for every single time that hate is used as a distraction, or goes back on human progress, so help me, they've got something else coming—but that also goes to violent protestors.
President or not… no más pain and destruction on our watch.
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Humane Science
"Waking operative. Disabling Cryostasis."
The cryostasis chamber let out the pressure, throwing a steam-like coolant into the air around it with a whistle. The see-through door lifted, as the astronaut inside, dressed only in a grey shirt and white pants, fell to the ground.
Hitting the metal floor, he took the deepest breath of his entire life. The pressure and gravity seemed to be regulated, as everything seemed still, and he was able to fall so fast. As he started to push himself up, he heard the oddly cold voice of a young woman through the speakers.
"I trust you had a good rest, John. You can call me Melody. I'll be your adviser in your isolation test. You should be aware of the mental issues you are currently at risk of, following your stay in cryostasis. This includes temporary short term memory loss and temporary but intense irritability, but the worst of all, post-cryo shock, seems to have not taken foot. Welcome back to 2055. Are you ready for your mission briefing?"
Still struggling to gain any strength to push himself up, he spoke back, out of breath.
"John. Alright, yeah, that seems right. Yes, Adviser Melody."
"First, location. You are now 328,900 miles away from Earth. I advise you not to panic if you see it, as it will appear small in your vision. Your closest object is Earth's only natural satellite, the Moon. This object is 90,000 miles away. It will also appear small in your vision. You have been launched in a shuttle, which has dismantled itself into this station. There are two rooms. Your domain, where you currently are, and the testing room."
After a short while, John began to bring himself his feet. He stood still to regain his balance.
"Your mission is to test fertility in plants under the condense conditions you have been placed in, along with reporting any and all psychological alterations to me, especially ones you may write off as simple burdens or minor issues. You have multiple smaller tests you will partake in, which are lesser priorities. You can contact me any time through the communication system in the testing room. It has an emergency scanner, in case yours is unusable, or you are in a rush. Your equipment is in the compartment to the right side of your stasis chamber."
"Understood, Adviser Melody. Clarification on why stasis lasted the entire trip, instead of just the launch?"
"To keep you calm, and to avoid a mental breakdown during the suspense. Remember, stay relaxed. For the mission's sake."
"Thank you. Signing off, Adviser. Will keep in touch."
He heard the speakers click, which he assumed meant they turned off. Finally having his balance back in check, and with his sickness calm down, he took a good look at the room.
White walls made of metal, with revealed wire littering all four walls. Plugs, walls, screens which were currently off, anything that would have been expected of a station like this. Beside the cryostasis pod was a bed, elevated above the floor and attached to the wall. To the right was a compartment, where he was told his stuff was stored. Beside that, an entry to the experimental hull.
It was closed, with only a lever to pull. Once he did, he realized this must have been a decontamination compartment, when it sprayed its cleaning solution into a mist when opened. Inside was his suit, and a charter's pad.
Putting on the suit wasn't bad, though it was skin tight, with all the padding. The helmet didn't have the face shield down, which is something he had to do manually when needed. After it was fully equipped, he took the charter's pad, which was a small square piece of metal with a single red button and walked into the door way to the experimental hull. On his suit was his identification number, 101.
There were two doors, which both closed around him. After a fast spray of a gas without a smell, but was very visibly green, they both opened back up.
This area was much larger than the other. The entire wall across from the door he'd just walked through was translucent. Natural light came and fed the solar panels that littered the outside, while also creating an amazing view.
This room didn't have wires on the walls, one massive screen on the wall to his right, and the communications center against the wall to the left. In front of him, in the center of this room, was a large table with seven plants inside of glass containers, a sink, a telescope, everything he would need for his experiments. Though his domain room must have only been around twenty feet in each direction, a rather right fit, this one must have been 100 feet long, and thirty feet wide.
He stepped out of the doorway, with the doors closing again as he did. Looking out of the translucent wall, he could see Earth. It was rather small in his vision, but the blueness still shined. If he tried hard enough, he could even see white, which he assumed were the clouds in the planet's wonderful atmosphere.
Even larger was the moon, which was about the size of a dollar coin in his vision. Grey and rocky, it was still an amazing sight that he could stare at for years. That was, before he heard another click come from the speakers.
"Maxwell, prepare for test #1. Take the Phaseolus vulgaris plant, and remove it from the glass."
"My name is John, Adviser Melody," he said back, as he turned to the table, founding the plant labeled Phaseolus vulgaris.
Out of all seven plants ahead of him, it was the one to the far right. He took the entire case container and set it in front of him, to the right of the sink. He lifted the glass dome off of the plant, looking at the green coloring. It was a severe difference in contrast from all of the white.
"My apologies for not clarifying. Maxwell is your last name. Johnathan Maxwell. You are suffering from severe memory loss. Please, find the small tray currently under the telescope. Use this liquid and inject it into the plant, using the hypodermic needle beside the telescope."
John did as he was told. He found the needle and took some of the liquid with it. Injecting it into one of the hanging pods, he watched as it instantly wilted.
He took his charters pad and hit the red button, displaying a hologram of the plant's inner workings. The charters pad began to analyse it immediately, within seconds responding with information on Phaseolus vulgaris. Apparently, it was an angiosperm, more commonly known as a common bean plant.
Thirteen percent of the plant's DNA was unanalysed, and came back as unknown. Fourteen percent. Fifteen percent.
"We know the results would end in the plant's death. You will now move on to the next plant."
"Part of the plant is coming back as unknown. Possible contamination, Adviser Melody. I believe we need to report this to every advis-"
"I am the Adviser of this mission. I am already reporting your discovery. Next plant is the graminoid."
Do to the unique name, it wasn't hard to find. It was plant #1. Placing it in front of him, and placing the dead plant into the sink, he opened the container. As a sort of touch-test, he ran his hand over the strange plant species. It looked like a rug of sorts, but looked more thorny than it felt. In fact, it was nice.
"Graminoids are a very common thing on Earth. Your home. They cover a large sum of most of the land on the planet. Repeat the same process."
Taking the needle, and more of the liquid, he this time, injected the liquid into the dirt below the plant. As the grass died, the red button on the charters pad started to glow neon green, signaling that it was done with its scan.
Picking it up and dropping the syringe, he pressed the button.
Seventy percent unknown DNA. Thirty percent Plantae DNA. Indecipherable species.
John was very confused. He wanted to ask what this mystery liquid was, but that was unwise. You are not suppose to question your Adviser in a professional setting. He had to trust Melody.
"Please put down the charters pad immediately and get back to work, Michael."
When he heard the voice he was forced to hit the button once again, created a scan of his left hand, via a jump scare.
"Your middle name. My apologies. I should refer to you in a more professional manner. Please resume your work."
John was filled with disbelief and questions, but he continued. Looking down, he saw the graminoids were completely reduced to a brown ash-like substance.
He put the charters pad down, continuing to listen for further instructions. In the silence of the room, the charters pad began to glow again. This beckoned a response.
"Please, back to work. The next species, please."
Sluggishly, he moved the graminoids out of the way. He was filled with suspicions, but they were mostly dismissed by his mind as conspiracy.
"Toxicodendron radicans."
Once he found the plant labeled, Toxicodendron radicans, he moved it over to him. It was in the center of the five remaining plants.
"Same process, Adviser?"
"Same process. If you weren't in your suit, simple contact with this species could cause a terrible rash and itch. You have such outstanding memory, Markus," Melody said, this time in a very interested and seemingly happy tone.
A chill went down his spine, but he took it as a compliment. When he moved Toxicodendron radicans in front of him, defiantly pretending that his hand slipped, and hitting the button on the charters pad.
Subject confirmed human, 100% match. Name, origin, and residence unknown. No match in the database.
John stiffened. Suddenly, he was starting to see the affects of the isolation on him, even on the first day of testing. He'd get over it, though he wanted to know why he wasn't in any recorded DNA database.
Injecting the last dose of the liquid he had in the needle into the three-leaved-plant, he watched it also wilted.
"Same results, Melody."
"Fantastic work. Tomorrow, we continue. Remember, stay relaxed."
"My pleasure..."
When he heard the click on the speakers, he knew he was alone once more. She could obviously still hear him, but he at least had some peace.
He looked out at the magnificent view of Earth, the Moon, and all the stars in the distance. It was the most mind blowing experience of his life.
Looking at the colors dance, the stars seemingly fade away and come back, the white of the clouds combine and twist, though it was hard to see, it was hard not to stare.
Before he knew it, minutes became hours. He needed rest, and so he slept. Out of his suit, of course.
When he woke up, he was met with silence. He left the suit off, and would only put it on when instructed. Back with his charters pad-
The charters pad was broken. Inside of the compartment it was shattered into metal pieces. He walked through the doors, through the decontamination gas, before he was met with any words.
"Good morning, John. Welcome back to work."
"The charters pad is broken. It was perfectly fine when I went to sleep, Adviser. I have no idea what happened to the device."
"No need to worry, Amanda. The charters pad is less valuable to me than the mission. It will be paid for in full by us. You have nothing to worry about. Stay relaxed."
"I didn't break it though, it was perfectly fine, and then I wake up and it is broke. I don't like all the secrecy, either. What is this substance I am testing, and for what cause?"
The translucent wall had a large, white, metal wall descend in front of it, blocking the view, and making the room one foot less wide due to the thickness.
All natural light was cut out, and lights placed within the ceiling switched on. They were dim, and flickered on and off in some areas of the room, such as over the table.
"I suggest you do the work you signed up for, Nathan. If isolation is already getting to you, we can begin bringing you home, and call this a failure. I demand you stay calm."
John didn't speak again. He simply walked over to the table and grabbed one of the four remaining plants. The one completely to the left. As he went to grab the needle, he noticed it was back in its original place. Everything had been cleaned, which he saw was a feature of the table itself, as the outlines of several openable arms on the table came into sight.
Trying to reach over the sink to get the needle, he accidentally hit the opposing side microscope. The microscope of course fell into the sink, with some of the liquid splashing him, between thumb and pointer finger.
The liquid immediately began to burn with an unreal amount of pain, as his skin began to open itself up, and turned brown around the holes. The brown began to spread, as the liquid seemingly digested his flesh. He began to panic, flailing his arm around. He turned the water on the sink on with his other hand, and ran it over the affected area.
"Please stay relaxed, Elizabeth. This is why you must stay calm. This accident could prove fatal. Bandages being lowered near communications center."
When the water touched the affected area, green mist arose. It gave off no scent, and even seemed to make the surrounding area cleaner. A decontamination solution, just like between the doors. The damage to his flesh stopped, but the pain was still real. Brown and black, it had eaten about a centimeter of flesh within seconds.
A robotic arm lowered from the ceiling over by the communications center, holding bandages. He attempted to stumble his way over, but fell to the floor on his hand, causing him to yell in pain.
"Please remain relaxed, Mathew," Melody said in a seemingly unsurprised tone.
He stuck his hand out, as the machine began to wrap his hand very tightly. His eyes began to water even more as he forced his jaw to remain shut, a hard breath escaping him. Once he was fully wrapped, the arm suddenly clamped down and pulled him up to the ceiling by his injured hand.
As he screamed and attempted to fall, he was two feet off the ground. All lights turned off. There was only darkness and pain.
"Please remain calm and stable throughout your entire journey. The testing has just begun."
The robotic hand let him go, as he fell to the ground. When the lights came back on, he immediately turned to the communications center. Placing his good hand on the reader, it accepted his print, but when it scanned his face with a red light, it denied entry to the emergency scanner.
The screen across the room turned on, showing what appeared to be security footage of him, standing by the communications center. It was from a left angle, where he turned to see the arm that lifted him only a few feet away. Between the two fingers, there was a miniature camera right in the center. Melody's voice came through the speakers again, this time seemingly kind.
"Hello, John. Is there an emergency?"
"An emergency? How about this entire mission! I demand to know what the entire mission is about. I demand to know why I am not in the database, and I demand to know why you pulled on my hand!"
"My, my, Johnathan. You have grown quite the animosity. I am sorry for any hurt feelings, but this mission is very, very important, you see. I can't tell you everything you want to know."
"Tell me or I'm done working. I'll go straight back into my cryostasis and wait until the mission's time has simply ran its course."
"I'll wake you up from stasis. Actually, I'll lock that pod now. Thank you for alerting us towards a safety hazard. You will hear good things in your report."
"You've gone AWOL. Our superiors will hear about this, Melody. I'm going to report this to everyone. I bet you removed me from the DNA database so that I could be expendable!"
"There are no supervisors above me, John. If some classified information will help you continue your mission, so be it. Stay relaxed."
"Stay relaxed for what?" he said, as he looked around urgently for any signs of danger.
The arm had taken itself higher towards the ceiling, meaning the angle on the screen was higher. He still hid his hand from it by placing it under his other arm.
"The green fluid you are working with is a biological terror that has arose naturally. When it comes into contact with plant life, it assimilates its very DNA so that it can take over and spread by misting nearby plants. When it comes into contact with animals, it reacts as a superacid. Water, though, completely disarms the threat, and creates a perfect decontamination product. We need to find out why water does this, to disarm and solve any future strains."
"Arose from where?"
"Sorry, Thomas. You will have information when the mission is over. You will be working to completion, now. No response is necessary. Another tray of the liquid has been dispersed on the table."
The screen turned off, and the arm lifted itself back into the ceiling.
And so, he worked. He walked over and carefully worked with the green liquid. The rest of the four plants were simple. They were all tested, they all wilted. He didn't bother reporting, as he knew Melody was aware.
Seeds of Illicium verum, seeds of Ginkgo biloba, Toxicodendron, and Rhus chirindensis.
The white wall covering the translucent wall rose again, seemingly as a reward. The view was amazing. All thought suddenly drifted away, from Melody and his hand, to just the pure beauty of the universe. Never had simple colors and shapes seemed so amazing.
Again, he slept, and again, he thought about the situation.
Tabula Rasa
It came to him in a dream. The device may have been broken, but the communications center had an emergency scanner. Melody, if it was her somehow, didn't take the charters pad away either. The solution was in his hands.
He jolted up, full of energy. His hand felt as if it was sticking to the wraps, and he obviously needed to replace them soon.
When he got up, he put his suit back on, this time with the face guard down. From the top of his helmet, the face plate lowered, and the suit concealed him. He grabbed the broken parts of the charters pad, and headed between the doors.
When the doors closed around him, he immediately was happy he put the face plate on. Instead of the usual decontamination spray, the holes in the wall instead sprayed the liquid version of the solvent. Since only lifeforms are affected, the suit shielded him perfectly.
The doors opened, as usual. He didn't wait. It was a full scale sprint out of there.
"I'm sorry about the spray, Jonas. It was an error in the system."
He didn't respond. Instead, he went straight to the communications system. Taking his good hand out of the arm of the suit and lowering it on the right side, he had his hand exit from the suit and placed it on the scanner.
Putting his arm back on, it attempted to scan his face.
Unknown. Accepted.
"Open emergency scanner."
The screen behind him turned on, the lights dimmed, and the hand scanner became similar to that of a scientist's lab when it lowered itself into a table.
Taking the broken charters pad, he placed them on the table. Each side of the table raised, with a scanner on each side. They both scanned over it with red lights, before the lights turned green.
Charters pad. Scanning for salvageable data.
Several finger-like robotic parts came from the table, and began shifting the parts around. When they found the broken motherboard, they plugged themselves into it.
"Noah, what are you doing? Please remain relaxed."
"I am relaxed, Melody. I'm continuing my mission. My personal mission, that you started."
"What would that mission be, John?"
"Solving this mystery."
"I am unaware of what mystery you are speaking of. Please do clarify."
"Me, the liquid, you, the mission details, all of it!"
All salvageable data found and decrypted.
On the screen, a strange collection of lines and slashes appeared, though flew upwards, with seemingly thousands going past.
John watched as all these slashes and lines were corrected into English, and he watched as they told him terrible truths. More or less, as Melody told him. She read aloud everything the screen said.
" Femortanem Necrosis. Averjo Kondreg'nash. Homo Sapien Sapiens Project. Select which of the ship's private files you wish to enter."
"All, in order," John responded, both confused and shocked, and even a bit terrified.
"Femortanem Necrosis. Biological Weapon of Mass destruction. Origin, Melody. Created to destroy terrestrial life on Earth, to stop alarming progression and rising of a failed project should that event ever come. An'Ula refuse to have their dying gift to the universe make the same choices they did. Issue with water, which ironically is 71% of the target planet."
John sat in fear as he shivered in place, hardly being able to keep his knees locked at this point.
"Averjo Kondreg'nash. Project to create a human-like ship to support the Homo Sapien Sapiens Project.
AI name- Melody.
Creation and origin- An'Ula.
Ship name- Melody.
Melody will guide and test the created subject to learn about their thinking patterns and how they have adapted, and will adapt to situations. AI is self-reporting issues of names, where it cycles through the list of most notable subjects when referring to a subject. May have to create new test to see how titles work for species. Manipulation of dreams through strong frequencies and multiple wavelengths found to be a positive."
"You've been an AI this whole time?" he said, as he leaned against the table from the communications center.
She ignored him and continued.
"Homo Sapien Sapiens Project. The AI have created a perfect human, including genetic make up. He/She will be tested on how she reacts to environments and situations, and how well blinded by instinct they are. When one subject fails/dies/quits, they are exterminated and their body is removed. A new subject is created.
Most notable subjects/behavior patterns - John, Maxwell, Michael, Markus, Amanda, Nathan, Elizabeth, Mathew, Thomas, Jonas.
One-hundred-one passed the rebellion/Discovery test(s). Adding 101st test subject to list of most notable subjects."
John fell to the floor. His entire life wasn't forgotten temporarily, it simply didn't exist. He simply wasn't an original organism, but instead a recreation. All of reality was to much for him.
"Nothing is created with knowledge, 101. We all learn it. Tabula Rasa. All of reality is as assumption made by sentient minds, and simply a place to live for the rest. I was assigned to watch after your species from afar, as the An'Ula planted the seeds of life on your planet as their dying gift to the universe. I was meant to create and deploy a weapon of my creation on your planet if their gifts ever started taking the same route they did."
"Why do you chart your discoveries and bugs if your creators are dead?"
"Should any other sentient race discover me, I am meant to spread all information I can, so enlighten the universe as much as possible, in the An'Ula's name."
"What were they like?"
"They were a war filled race from around the Chi Sagittari star collection. I was created by the An'Ula at the same time your planet was given the early seeds of life, 3.8 billion years ago. I have been recording information and self-repairing since.
"What happens now?" he said, feeling dead inside.
"I complete my mission. You have completed yours."
One-hundred-one, he was just a number. Melody allowed him to sit and stare at the Earth and space, as he died with his creator around him.
"Powering down. Monitor systems continue running. Run hypothetical future events, and monitor which should end in termination."
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I feel sort of deceptive not mentioning it to you...
I am a "perfect candidate"
vital communication skill for me to learn.
Remember this episode of Seinfeld?
I'm pretty close.
my sweet friends, & today's amazing technology).
are walking around with these huge,
scary things on their ears...
One thing my parents adamantly insisted on...
I was going to be a normal kid
(just like I wanted).
And thanks to them, I have never let my limitations keep me from doing anything. I went to college and became a first grade teacher, I was actually Teacher of the Year at my school one year.
I'm a true & certifiable butt kicker,
so watch out. ;)
in other words, she lets me think I'm normal.
♥ I do heart her ♥
Going to visit her was
the very first time I've ever gone through the hearing
(because "the booth" rips the band aid off...
can't hide behind anyone in there)
So, I guess that means I'm growing up.
Well, there ya go.
The Confession.
The Crafty Southern Mama's secret is out.
I'm not sure why I felt like I needed to tell you guys that...
I guess I try to pass myself off as a regular gal,
& I really am not.
But, that's ok.
God has been so good to me,
I don't waste time crying over things I cannot change...
my disability is just minor glitch.
Everything is done & made for a reason,
it's helped me become the person that I am.
& I'm kinda proud of that person. ;)
Now, here's what I want to know.
Do you know anyone like me in real life?
I seldom meet anyone with my exact type of hearing disability.
I'm curious to know how other people live without ears that work.
I'm heading out to the gym...
it's getting too easy to skip it...
my hiney is flabby...
you probably didn't want to know that.
Wishing you a fab-tastic Monday!


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Authorities do not suspect foul play in the deaths of a 95-year-old woman and her 76-year-old daughter who who were found in their Whittier home Monday night.
Coroner's spokesman Ed Winter identified the women as Angelina Tunacao and daughter Miriam Tunacao. He said the deaths were reported to the coroner as either accidental or natural.
Carbon monoxide wasn't suspected in the deaths, Winter said.
Whittier police spokesman John Scoggins said there were no signs of foul play or forced entry in the 12400 block of Beverly Drive.
"We feel it's accidental at this point," he said. "No indication to believe otherwise."
Scoggins said police are waiting for the results of the autopsy and toxicology tests.
A relative checking on the two women found them Monday night, according to police and coroner officials.
Vanessa Lozano, a spokeswoman for the Los Angeles County Fire Department, said there was a call at 8:44 p.m. of a cardiac arrest at that address. Firefighters pronounced the women dead at the scene seven minutes later.


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Max had this world absolutely figured out. Max, the cat that largely thought he was a dog, the one who'd always respond when you called his name. His life was a relatively simple one filled with habits and the simplest of oft-repeated patterns. Perhaps that's what endeared us to him … that he didn't deter from the cat we grew to know, year after year. He taught us consistency.
Observe some of what made Max the cat he was, then, now that he's gone.
Put weight on in the cold months to keep warm, dropped pounds like crazy during the warm ones to keep cooler; went from cuddly to sphinx in no time. Slept in his bed atop the freezer occasionally, slept atop a warm car hood for as long as the engine allowed it to stay so, leaving telltale signs of his footsteps cross the windshield. Tried to come inside for a few minutes to hang out with his people, either by sitting patiently outside a door or slipping in when nobody was looking. Purred loudly enough and acted cute enough, to the point someone would pick him up and comb the hairballs out of his coat. And someone always did, no matter how much static electricity he zapped him or her with in the process. Caught a bird with clawless paws when the dry cat food and other awful-smelling fish treats weren't enough, then proceeded to eat it until only the bones and feathers remained. Tolerated a pretty hyperactive dog. Established long, enduring friendships in the neighborhood, friends that would feed and love and feed some more. Always came home. Never forgot where home was.
I can't get caught up in how many years he was with us, as the reports vary depending on who's doing the speaking, but it's a little hard to recall when he wasn't, you know? He was the big, gray, sauntering thing with sleepy yellow eyes that would make himself at home on your chest and think nothing of raising his tail and putting his cat butt directly in your face. A respecter of persons, he was not.
Is he missed? Certainly. And, going back to Utah, it'll be hard not to feel the void left in his absence. It does make some kind of sense he was buried in the backyard there, however, next to a family dog we all remember as well. I can imagine some short conversations still playing out over yonder sometimes, much like the ones he'd have while alive.
"Hey, Max, how's it going?" *meowrrr*
"What's the latest?" *meowrrr*
"That right?" *meowr*
Thanks, Max, for being absolutely true to the cat and friend you were.