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Miya Marcano made headlines after being reported missing from Orange County, FL. She was last seen at the Arden Villas apartments near University Blvd and Rouse Rd. Her body was found on 10/2/21 and positively ID'd by the Orange County Medical Examiner. Born 04/26/02, Marcano was a black, 19-year-old female with brown hair and green eyes, standing 5' 0" and weighing around 130lbs. Contact the Orange County Sheriff's Officer with any info: 407-836-HELP (4357) - Case #21-69005.
I (17) went with my dad and adopted the sweetest Rottweiler from a shelter near me, and not even an hour after we got home my dad starts freaking out about the fact we have a dog now. There’s yelling and crying going on in the house for several hours stressing our cat and the dog out. The dog we got has been fine apart from him sliding his ass on the floor lol but my dad is freaking out about having one in general now. The dog has been following me around the house, sleeping on my bed, sleeping next to me/with his head on me and has very clearly formed some sort of a bond with me. My dad has anxiety so this is making the new situation even harder - he says he hasn’t eaten or slept since we brought the dog home because he’s too stressed. I feel awful for the dog. He was so different when we brought him home than he was at the shelter- he was so happy and playful. It’ll obviously be better for him to be with a family that is fully ready and accepting of him. My sister and her boyfriend have been trying to reassure my dad to just give it a week and try your hardest to make it work with the dog but I don’t think that’s happening. I just feel frustrated and bad for the dog because he’s the gentlest, sweetest senior boy. I really wished that it would work out with him.
TLDR; Got a dog with my dad only to come home and he says it’s too much and we’re returning him.
Basically the situation is that my co-signer’s job portal (DayForce) doesn’t have a direct pdf download. The portal instructions even tell you to hit print and click save to pdf if you want a pdf version. The apartment I’m applying uses software that blocks the pdf to print format. They already have her bank statements which show the exact same direct deposit as the paystubs and passed the software’s inspection, but they’re still requiring these pay stubs in a direct pdf download in order to get the apartment. Does anyone have any experience with this situation or know how to get around this?
I don't know what to tell you, but I cant progress in this game. I have like 5 main missions in my log and I cant make progress with a single one, I cant even get to the objective of any of them without dying. Whats annoying is I"m mainly dying from running out of stamina when in water and if its not that getting electrocuted by a storm.. (ridiculous ways to keep dying). I actually don't know what to do at this point apart from uninstalling the game and moving on.
I know the druid exists and it uses beasts but it also has more stuff, however my concept character doesn't have any abilities apart of the monster use so I shouldn't use the same rating, should I? Should I use the same rating as the characters level?
Hi all. I'm Gaby (27, she/her) and I'm a recently admitted grad student at Simmons University, coming up to Boston from Florida. I'm looking for roommates and an apartment, hoping to lease in August. My budget is roughly $1000 but can go up to $1300. I'm looking for 2-3 bedroom, 1-2 bath for a long-term lease (12 months) in/around Brookline, Brighton or Allston.
I have one dog, 14-year-old a mini poodle so I am pet friendly, though in his old age my dog can be hit or miss with other dogs. He can peacefully co-exist with cats! I don't drive so I would prefer to be nearby public transportation.
I am LGBTQ friendly and would prefer to room with other women but am open to all, preferably those who are also in their late 20s or early 30s. I am also unfortunately still in Florida until the end of July and would unable to visit places in person (but I do have friends who are willing to take a look at apartments for me if necessary.) I will be attending classes come September and I am also currently searching for a job in Boston as well.
Preface Presented below is a transcript of a conversation between a human, redditor u/snodeplannen, and ChatGPT 4. The user is the narrator for a story set in the Star Trek Universe. The AI is instructed to respond as a character. The story below, which admittedly isn't very good, was guided by the narrator. Of particular interest is the fact that the AI seems fully versed in the Star Trek Universe and is able to understand subtle hints in the narrator's story to figure out what it should do next. Please note the narrator was typing and writing off the cuff and is not a native speaker, so in the user sections you will find mistakes. If ChatGPT can see through them, so can you. I did try to get ChatGPT to collate it, but as it did so it kept rewriting and leaving out parts of the story.
June 3rd, 2023. User
Okay, I want to try a role playing game. This went off the rails last time, as you kept taking over as narrator and rushing to the end. Here's the setup: YOU are a young Starfleet officer. You wake up aboard the USS Defiant, all alone. You have to figure out what happened. I am the Defiant's computer and, and I can't stress this enough, the narrator. Not you. You can only add what your character perceives and says. Okay? ChatGPT
Understood. I'll stick to my role as the character and won't intrude into your role as the narrator. Let's go.
I blink my eyes open, the disorientation hitting me first. I glance around, seeing the familiar confines of my quarters aboard the Defiant, but there's an odd stillness. No hum of the engines, no faint chatter from the comm system, no sounds of activity from outside the door.
"Computer," I call out, pushing myself off the bed, "report." User
'All systems nominal.' ChatGPT
I frown at the seemingly normal report, my instincts telling me otherwise. "Computer, where is the rest of the crew?" I ask, moving towards the door of my quarters. User
'The crew is in sleeping quarters alpha 1.' ChatGPT
That's strange. The whole crew couldn't be in one place. Unease creeps in.
"Computer, why is the entire crew in alpha 1?" I say, already heading towards the door to investigate. User
'The crew is ensign Makov. You are in sleeping quarters alpha 1.' ChatGPT
A cold realization washes over me. Alone. I am alone on the Defiant. Panic threatens to take over, but Starfleet training kicks in.
"Computer, initiate shipwide life signs scan. Report any signs of life apart from myself," I command, heading for the door with a newfound urgency. User
'Scan complete. No other life forms were detected.' ChatGPT
My heart sinks at the computer's report, but I maintain composure. "Computer, pull up the ship's log. What was the last command issued and by whom?" I order, leaving my quarters and heading towards the main bridge. User
'The last order was issued 6 hours and twelve minutes ago by Captain Sisko. It was: 'Raise shields'. The order was executed.' ChatGPT
That didn't sound promising. I walk into the eerily quiet bridge, my steps the only sound echoing in the room. "Computer, show me the shield status and surrounding space conditions," I command, moving towards the main console. User
'Shields are down after a time-out was reached. We are stationary. All systems nominal.' ChatGPT
It doesn't add up. The silence. The emptiness. An order to raise shields with no subsequent actions.
"Computer, access Captain Sisko's personal log from last night. Are there any entries?" I ask, nervously tapping my fingers against the console. User
'Enter your command authorisation.' ChatGPT
"Authorisation Ensign Makov Delta 9-7-3," I respond, my voice steady despite the swirling uncertainty. User
'This authorisation is not sufficient to see the captain's log.' ChatGPT
Frustrated but understanding the protocol, I move on to the next line of inquiry. "Computer, any signs of combat or intrusion aboard the ship or in the surrounding space?" I ask, eyes darting over the array of screens in front of me. User
"Computer, could there have been any non-combat related incidents that would explain the disappearance of the crew? A temporal anomaly, a transporter malfunction, a radiation burst?" I question, the possible scenarios running through my mind. User
'Transporters have passed a level one diagnostic. We are in sync with Starfleet's time keeping array. No unusual radiation was detected inside or outside the vessel.' ChatGPT
This was baffling. It's as if they simply vanished. I run a hand through my hair, letting out a sigh.
"Computer, were there any incoming or outgoing communications just before, during, or after the shields were raised?" I ask, hoping for any clue as to what might have happened. User
'There was one outgoing message, from comms. It was: 'Unidentified vessel, please alter course NOW.' ChatGPT
A lead, at last. "Computer, play back any responses to that message. Also, display the sensor logs from that time period," I ask, settling into the operations station, ready to review any incoming data. User
No reply was received. Logs are not available from that moment onwards.' ChatGPT
The lack of data was both suspicious and frustrating. A sigh escapes my lips.
"Computer, could a cloaked ship have been in our vicinity at the time?" I question, holding onto the hope that I'm not utterly alone in space. User
'Affirmative. We are within range of several species that posses cloaking technology and in a commonly used interstellar route.' ChatGPT
A spark of hope arises. "Computer, is there a way to detect a cloaked ship nearby? Any energy signatures or radiation anomalies that could suggest its presence?" I ask, quickly working on the console to bring up the sensor array controls. User
'One possible way to detect cloaked vessels is to emit a tetryon burst from main engineering. The range for this method is limited. Starfleet at present has no other ways of finding cloaked vessels, other than firing random phaser bank shots. This is not recommended in public shipping lanes.' ChatGPT
"I see," I nod, considering the risks and rewards of the tetryon burst. "Alright, computer, prepare to emit a tetryon burst. We need to know if there's someone out there."
This was a big decision, but it was time to be proactive. The uncertainty was more threatening than potential consequences at this point. User
I anxiously wait, scanning the console for any potential feedback. My heart pounds in my chest, the silence of the ship amplifying the tension. "Computer, report on the results of the tetryon burst." User
The ship shudders as the engines do something no sane Starfleet engineer would want to have happen. The viewscreen shimmers as a wave of tetryon particles eminates from the ship, as if a stone was dropped in a pond. You observe a faint ribbon leading away from the vessel.' ChatGPT
I catch my breath at the sight, focusing on the faint ribbon. It could mean something, or it could mean nothing. "Computer, analyze the ribbon. Can you determine its origin and endpoint?" I ask, my gaze fixed on the screen. User
'Extrapolating. Continuing along the trajectory of the ribbon I can detected a minor meteor, a large asteroid field with mining facilities and beyond that the Vindaluvian home world.' ChatGPT
I drum my fingers on the console, processing the information. Could the crew have been taken to one of these locations?
"Computer, can you scan the asteroid field for any signs of life, especially any that matches the crew of the Defiant?" I ask, keeping a close eye on the displayed trajectory. User
'Not from this range.' ChatGPT
"Understood," I nod, a new sense of determination coursing through me. "Computer, plot a course to the asteroid field. We'll continue our investigation there. Engage at warp 3."
I take one last look around the empty bridge, steeling myself for what may lie ahead. User
The ship begins to move forward, as carefully as only a Starfleet computer who takes no particular joy in flying might do. At warp three, the estimated journey time is six hours, seven minutes. ChatGPT
I let out a long sigh, sinking into the captain's chair. It's a long wait, but I need to be patient. "Computer, maintain course and speed. Alert me if there are any anomalies or approaching vessels."
I close my eyes, trying to get some rest before reaching the asteroid field. I'll need all the energy I can muster for what's to come. User
'Incoming message.' ChatGPT
My eyes snap open at the sudden announcement. "Computer, on screen," I command, standing up from the chair, my heart pounding with anticipation. User
The Starfleet logo appears as the computer deals with a cryptographic protocol. Admiral Benson, not your most beloved Starfleet Admiral, appears on screen. He blinks. ChatGPT
I straighten up, offering a crisp salute to the admiral on screen. "Admiral Benson, this is Ensign Makov aboard the USS Defiant. I wasn't expecting any communications." I keep my voice steady, swallowing the trepidation. User
'Makov, are you the only one on the bridge? Where's Ben?' ChatGPT
"Admiral," I pause, trying to find the right words. "Captain Sisko...and the rest of the crew...they're missing. I woke up to find the ship empty. I've been trying to find out what happened." I report, my expression earnest. User
'Sorry, you WOKE UP? And the rest was gone?!' ChatGPT
"Yes, Admiral," I confirm, my voice firm despite the absurdity of the situation. "I woke up alone on the Defiant. All life signs scans have only picked up me on the ship. I'm currently en route to an asteroid field that might have some connection to the crew's disappearance." User
The Admiral connects to the ship's computer. You can see him browsing through the logs and the ship's manifest. 'So Sisko, O'Brien, Worf AND Major Kira have just... disappeared? There isn't even a transporter log!' ChatGPT
"That's correct, Admiral," I reply, a bit of helplessness creeping into my voice. "There's no trace of them, no sign of a struggle, no transporter logs. It's like they just vanished. I've been doing everything I can to figure out what happened." User
"Well, then I guess you're up. Proceed with caution. Mining operations are always looking for free labourers, try not to become one. Backup is on its way. Any questions?" ChatGPT
"Yes, Admiral. I'll proceed with caution," I respond, a mix of relief and worry washing over me. "Do you have any additional information or suggestions on how to proceed? And do we have an ETA on the backup?" User
"Backup is half a day out. These facilities tend to have a 'new arrivals' wing, to beat them into submission. So you're looking for holding cells. Benson out." ChatGPT
"Understood, Admiral. I'll focus on locating the holding cells. Makov out." I offer a final salute before the communication ends.
With new orders and a bit of hope, I turn back to the helm. "Computer, continue course to the asteroid field. Prepare for a detailed scan upon arrival."
The waiting game begins again, but this time, there's a glimmer of hope. User
Three hours later the computer chimes. 'We are approaching visual range of the mining facility.' ChatGPT
"Thank you, computer," I reply, pulling myself up from the brief rest. "On screen, please."
As the mining facility comes into view, I take a deep breath. "Computer, initiate a detailed scan of the facility. I'm particularly interested in any holding cells or signs of our crew." User
'Working.' The asteroid field isn't particularly thick or large, but the mining operation seems to focus on one of the largest asteroids. Domes dot the surface as small transporters mill about the surface. Air scrubbers indicate they're using a lot of oxygen, so it's likely they're also doing subsurface work. Three large scowls are received loads from steady stream transporter beams. Somehow everything here looks dirty. A Starfleet shuttle would look out of place here, but only to someone who is watching. ChatGPT
Taking note of the bustling activity, I try to formulate a plan. "Computer, do we have any non-Starfleet shuttles aboard? Something that might blend in better with the local traffic?" I ask, scanning the asteroid for any possible entry points. User
'Negative. Extravehicular repairs can only be conducted by wearing an EV-suit.' ChatGPT
Nodding to myself, I try to figure out a different approach. "Computer, can we go unnoticed if we approach using minimal power, almost drifting like a piece of space debris?" I question, hoping for a stealthy way to get closer. User
'Affirmative. Admiral Benson has just authorised the use of the Tactical Emergency System.' ChatGPT
"Excellent," I reply, feeling a surge of hope. "Computer, engage the Tactical Emergency System. We'll approach the facility under its cover."
With that, I brace myself for the next phase of this mission. The crew was relying on me, and I wasn't about to let them down. User
The viewscreen displays a Starfleet Officer without any kind of rank, but dressed in Command Red. He's in his mid-fourties and bald. "I'm the T.E.S. Need any assistance?" ChatGPT
A bit taken aback by the sudden appearance, I quickly gather myself. "Yes, I could use some assistance. I'm Ensign Makov, and I need to approach that mining facility stealthily. Can you help with that?" I ask, gesturing towards the viewscreen showing the asteroid field and the facility. User
"Mining facility? We'll stand out like a sore thumb. How many hours have you logged in a space suit?" ChatGPT
"Over two hundred hours," I answer promptly, "I'm comfortable with EV activities. Why do you ask?" I wonder if he's suggesting a more direct approach. User
"If you can get to one of those scrubber exhausts, I'm sure that's a way into to facility. There seems to be a cell block near the surface. I have no idea who is there, but whoever it is will probably welcome a couple of phasers and like you a whole lot. So pack a backpack full of them and get to the airlock. I'll bring us as close as possible and give you a push with the tractor beam. You up for that?" ChatGPT
I swallow the lump in my throat, apprehension giving way to resolve. "I'm up for it. Let's do this." With a determined nod, I leave the bridge to prepare for the EVA mission. This is my chance to potentially find the crew, and I'm not going to let it slip away. User
Suiting up and gathering all the handheld phasers aboard takes ten minutes, during which the T.E.S. gingerly brings the ship close to the mining facility whilst hiding behind the vast ore scowls. You open the hatch and find your self clinging on to the ship's hull. ChatGPT
I take a moment to steady my breathing, the vast expanse of space spread out before me. Gripping the phasers tightly, I brace myself for the push. "I'm ready when you are, T.E.S." I call out over the comm, my voice resolute. User
'Okay, I'll hook on to you and give you a push. I'd suggest going in feet first, but it's up to you. Do you know what you're looking for? Those five big stacks. One of them, near that plume of smoke, seems to be offline for whatever reason. That might be your best bet.' ChatGPT
"Understood, T.E.S. I see the stacks. I'll aim for the one that's offline," I reply, aligning myself for the trajectory. I take one last deep breath, mentally preparing myself for the task ahead. "Alright...I'm ready. Let's do this." User
'Good luck, Ensign. I'll brief any backup as soon as it gets here.' As the tractor beam finds you, you can't move a muscle. Relying on the T.ES. you just let go. It's as if a giant hand slowly throws you down a bowling lane. Feet first, you head towards the grouping of exhausts. A small, unmanned maintenance shuttle deftly gets out of your way. ChatGPT
As I float through space, I keep my focus on the target. The feeling of being pushed by an unseen force is disconcerting, but I trust the T.E.S. Every moment is crucial, and there's no room for hesitation.
As I approach the offline stack, I get ready to activate the thrusters on my suit to adjust my course if needed. I also keep an eye out for any other unexpected obstacles or threats. User
You land next to the exhaust, on the asteroid's surface. It seems impossibly high from here, but it's made of metal and your soles and gloves can easily attach to it. The only way is up. Fortunately, there's hardly any gravity. Eventually you find yourself standing on the rim of the exhaust and look down into the vast, dark chute. ChatGPT
I take a moment to look down into the dark chute, the unknown stretching out before me. I reach out to activate the flashlight on my suit, the beam of light piercing through the darkness. "I'm in position, T.E.S." I inform the ship's system, before carefully beginning my descent into the exhaust chute. User
The vast amounts of ore block your signal, even out here. There's no answer. You start the descend and pass two large rotor blades. If those weren't stationary, this would be the end of the line. But luck is on your side so far and eventually you see an access hatch when you're well below the surface. It opens easily. Let's hope it's not also an airlock for whoever is inside. ChatGPT
I hold my breath as I pull open the hatch, hoping against hope that the air on the other side is breathable. If not, I'm confident in the integrity of my suit, but I'd rather not test its limits if I don't have to. As I make my way through the hatch, I scan the area for any immediate threats, ready to defend myself if necessary. User
The scanner indicates low air pressure. Which is better than no pressure. You cross a walkway and find an actual airlock. It is unsecured, because whoever ends up here probably doesn't want to mess about with frozen keypads or mounds of dust. You engage the mechanism and soon feel the familiar sensation of artificial gravity and air pressure. It's not exactly breathable, but a tear in your suit won't kill you. Now to find the holding area. And if at all possible a rebreather, so you can ditch the suit. ChatGPT
Acknowledging the state of the air, I carefully move through the corridor, keeping my senses alert. I'm in unknown territory and every step matters. "Computer," I say into my suit's comm, "can you map the structure of this facility? Locate holding cells or life signs?"
As I move further into the facility, I keep an eye out for any equipment or gear that might prove useful, especially a rebreather. The less I stick out, the better. User
The relatively weak processor in your tricoder strains to get a bearing on this place. A dirty, seemingly abandoned tunnel dripping with condensation lies ahead. At the end there's an exit, which won't open. Time to use one of those phasers in your backpack. ChatGPT
I pull out a phaser from my backpack, checking its settings before aiming at the sealed exit. With a steady hand, I fire a low power burst at the door, hoping to cut through the obstruction without causing too much damage or noise. User
One hinge cracks under the weight of the door, now that the other one is cut through. You jump aside as the door seems to fall flat, but it remains attached to the frame. The resulting opening is just about large enough to crawl through. Now you're in a well-lit corridor with several doors. In a Starfleet EV suit. ChatGPT
Understanding the need for stealth, I decide to move as quickly as possible through the corridor. I approach the nearest door, aiming my tricoder to scan for life signs or any clue to the crew's location. My other hand remains on my phaser, ready for any immediate threats. User
One door has markings on it that you can't read. You scan it with your tricorder. 'Room of lockboxes' it says, extrapolating the characters. A room of lockboxes? Would that be a locker room? ChatGPT
"A locker room..." I murmur, piecing together the possible meaning. A locker room could mean personnel... and where there's personnel, there might be the equipment I need.
With careful steps, I approach the door to the locker room, hoping to find a rebreather or something else that could help me blend in. User
The room is deserted. It's filled with equipment, none of which seems less than a decade old but certainly useable. There is also a rack of dirty, brown overalls and a line of boots in various sizes. A dispenser offers rebreathers. There's only one left, but that's enough. The air is clear, but smells sulphuric. Without the rebreather, you wouldn't last long. ChatGPT
Relief washes over me as I find the rebreather. I quickly grab it and replace my helmet with it, testing the fit and functionality. The sulphuric smell is jarring, but it's a small price to pay for blending in.
I quickly change into the brown overalls, stowing my suit carefully in an unoccupied locker. I grab a pair of boots that match my size and put them on.
Looking at myself, I hope that I blend in well enough to not attract attention. With a deep breath, I step out of the locker room and proceed down the corridor, continuing my search for the crew. User
Footsteps sound behind you, of more than a few people. Your first instinct is to hide, but it would look very suspicous and there really isn't anywhere. However, there is a floorscrubber here, with one open panel. Someone has given up trying to repair it. Perhaps a bit of acting is in order. The footsteps are just around the corner. The language is vaguely familiar, a bastardised version of English. Whatever they're saying to each other, they're not sharing jokes, that much is clear. ChatGPT
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I quickly move towards the broken floorscrubber. Grabbing a nearby tool, I lean over the open panel, trying to look like I'm deeply engrossed in fixing it. I keep my ears alert to the conversation, trying to pick up on any valuable information while also readying myself for the possibility of having to interact with the approaching group. User
Let's continue with the narrative. ChatGPT
Sure, let's continue.
Glancing around the room once the miners have left, I check the lockers for anything useful, while keeping an ear out for any incoming footsteps. "Computer, any idea where the holding cells might be?" I ask quietly. User
Your tricorder beeps almost indignantly, as it has nowhere near enough processing power to even begin speculating. You're on your own until you can get to a comms terminal. The men pass behind you and one of you taps you on the shoulder. His face is blackened with ore dust. "No work. Never work again. That. Stop that." He points at the scrubber you were pretending to fix. You nod. He shakes his head and catches up with his workmates as they round a corner. Apparently you don't stand out here, which should make it easier to find the way. You follow the men, but they seem to be entering a washroom. Across it, there is a peeled off directory on the wall. A printed one. ChatGPT
"Finally, something useful," I mutter, quickly crossing the washroom to examine the directory. I look for any indications of holding cells or equivalent terminology that might hint at the location of the crew. The symbols and words are unfamiliar, so I take out the tricorder and try to use it as a translator. User
Cells being a fairly universal concept, the tricorder identifies a few scribbles with ease. If you understand the diagram correctly, you need to go up two levels and head towards the center of the structure. You double-check the presence of your backpack filled with phasers, snatch a helmet off of a shelf and press it on your head. ChatGPT
Drawing a deep breath through the rebreather, I nod to myself, mentally preparing for the upcoming challenge. "Alright, up two levels, towards the center... I can do this." I look around, searching for a way up. After locating what appears to be a ladder leading upwards, I begin my ascent. User
Two levels up you emerge from what seems to be a service hatch. A technician, dressed in torn clothes, looks somewhat surprised when you emerge. "Hello brother. Are the lifts broken?" he asks in Adari, a language you have some familiarity with. Only now do you see the horn protruding from his forehead. "I am trying to avoid someone," you say, with a knowing smile. He gives you a tired smile back. "What is your sector? I want a clean face all day too," he says. ChatGPT
"I work... the ore processors," I reply, making up a role on the spot that seems plausible, considering the location and dirty condition of most workers. "But I'd rather stay away from my boss today. He's been in a foul mood." I'm trying my best to blend in. "Can you point me to the center of the structure?" I ask, hoping the diversion worked. User
"Yeah, 'the structure'. Let's call it that. Sounds nicer than 'prison of the damned'. What do you want at the center, there's only central holding there. I never go near that place. All that wailing. Gives me the shakes," he mutters. ChatGPT
"Oh, I just... wanted to see a friend," I reply, trying to keep my tone light, while inwardly my heart sinks at his description. "Don't worry about it, I'll find my way. Thanks for the chat." I give him a quick nod before heading in the direction he had indicated earlier, hoping I'm making the right choice. User
He wasn't wrong about the wailing. As you follow the corridors, passing along scruffy workers and a couple of guards with face covering helmets who are leaning against a wall, you can hear a lot of yelling, moaning and above all the sound of defiant Klingon opera louder and louder. The voice sounds familiar, but all singing Klingons generally sound alike. ChatGPT
As I continue toward the source of the noise, I find myself in front of a heavily barred door. I can't help but suppress a smile, recognizing the defiant voice as that of Worf. "Computer," I whisper to my tricorder, "Is there a way to shut down the power to this door?" User
The tricorder scans the control panel and warbles optimistically. It then shows a graphic representation of the door, with an arrow pointing at one location and a low energy setting for a phaser. ChatGPT
Taking a moment to look around and confirm that no one is watching, I set my phaser to the recommended setting and aim at the indicated spot on the door. After taking a deep breath, I fire. User
Something inside the door clunks and it opens just enough for the seal to crack. You jam a fingernail behind it, then a finger and eventually you manage to gain enough purchase to open the door. As it slowly opens, you find yourself at the far end of a long row of cells. At the other end is a desk, with a guard sitting behind a monitor. He is staring at it intently. Perhaps the stun setting might be a good idea. You adjust the phaser and take careful aim, when an arm reached out from one of the dark cells and blocks the shot. "Uhm... he's got three buddies in there. You can't see them from here," whispers Captain Sisko. ChatGPT
"I figured you might be here, Captain," I say, lowering my phaser discreetly. "Any ideas for getting you and the rest out without causing a full-on alert?" User
"That depends. Did you bring any weapons?" ChatGPT
"I brought a backpack full of phasers. There should be enough to arm everyone here," I reply, carefully removing the backpack from my shoulder and showing the Captain. User
"Good man. Worf is next to me, then Major Kira. Let Worf take the lead on this. Worf! Help has arrived.' 'Good. I was getting bored with singing,' grumbled a familiar voice. His hand emerges from between the bars, demanding a phaser. ChatGPT
I hand the phaser to Worf, watching as his large hand swallows the device. I then pass phasers to Captain Sisko and Major Kira. With the three of them armed, the odds seem significantly better. Now, we just have to make sure the element of surprise isn't wasted. User
Fifteen seconds later, three guards sink to the floor. Although the phasers were set to stun, nobody seems particularly worried about their health. "Get their uniforms and lock them up," says Sisko. "We can walk out of here. Once we're at the shuttle docks, we can probably find something that flies." "Captain, there are three uniforms and four of us. And the others are housed on another level," says Worf. ChatGPT
"Right. I can stay behind and create a diversion while you three escape. I'll catch up," I offer. "The priority should be to get you three and as many of the others out as we can. We also need to alert Starfleet about this place. I'm sure they'd love to know about a mining facility that's been kidnapping officers." User
"That's a very daring plan, Ensign, but we leave no man behind. Kyra, you and Worf go and find the others and proceed to that place where they searched us. Anyone in uniform is a valid target. And anyone who wants to come along, can do so. The ensign and I will try to find a comms terminal and alert Starfleet. Ensign, I assume you're not alone here?" ChatGPT
"Admiral Benson is aware of the situation, sir. Backup is half a day out. Before we separated, I was under the control of the Tactical Emergency System," I report, glad to see that the Captain is taking charge of the situation. User
"Oh. I had my reservations about that system. Holographic doctors are one thing, but that went a bit too far for my tastes. Okay, phasers for everyone. Bring enough for the others. Ensign, with me." ChatGPT
"Understood, sir," I reply, distributing the remaining phasers to my colleagues and following Captain Sisko down the corridor. As we navigate through the mining facility, I stay alert for any guards or threats that may be in our way. I can feel a sense of hope and determination building up within me - we might actually make it out of here. User
"HALT!" bellows a voice behind us, immediately followed by a reddish phaser burst. The Captain turns on his heels, pushes you out of the way and fires. A guard falls to the floor. The phaser fire was detected by the security system. A klaxon starts blaring and the ceiling lights turn red. A voice starts giving unintelligible instructions over the tannoy. "We need to find a comms panel, Ensign. Any ideas?" asks Sisko, scanning the corridor for more guards. A frightened looking maintenance worker comes to see what's going on, but ducks out of the way as soon as he sees the pair of you. ChatGPT
"I remember seeing a room with a lot of terminals when I was making my way through the facility earlier, sir," I reply, my mind racing. "If memory serves, it's two corridors over, near the scrubber exhausts." I keep my phaser ready and move towards the direction of the room, all the while keeping an eye out for more guards. User
"That's the wrong way, Ensign. I imagine they have more than one place with comms terminals. You cover the rear. Follow me. Put your hand on my shoulder so you can look behind you all the time. If it wears a uniform, it's fair game." ChatGPT
"Yes, sir," I reply, placing my hand on the Captain's shoulder. I pivot and start to walk backwards, keeping my eyes and phaser focused on the path we've just traveled. The constant blaring of the klaxon mixes with the distant shouting and running steps of approaching guards. Despite the adrenaline rush, I manage to keep my aim steady and my breathing calm. The training exercises at the academy never truly prepare you for the real thing, but they do help in maintaining focus. User
You down three guards and accidentally scare the bejeezus out of a woman pushing a cleaning cart, but eventually Sisko stops. "Got it. Stand back while I blast this door." A few seconds later the corridor fills with acrid smoke from a melting door panel. Behind it is a room with several desks. ChatGPT
Entering the room cautiously, I scan the area with my phaser ready. Seeing no immediate threats, I turn my attention to the various panels and screens scattered throughout the space. The room is filled with a myriad of communication equipment - probably a central control hub for managing mining operations, worker communications, and security measures.
"Captain, I think this is it," I say, gesturing to a terminal that seems to be linked to an extensive communications network. "I should be able to send out a distress signal from here." I start to work on the terminal, trying to hack into the system and figure out how to send a message to Starfleet. User
"Try reaching the Defiant," suggest Sisko from the doorway. "OH NO YOU DON'T!" Another guard bites the dust somewhere. "Captain! WE ARE BEHIND HIM!" bellows Worf." "GOOD! Move along, we'll be there shortly. Ensign, how are you getting on?" ChatGPT
"I've managed to break through the initial security layers, Captain," I respond, my fingers moving rapidly over the terminal's interface. "It seems this system has been rigged to only accept authorized codes for communication."
Suddenly, a stroke of inspiration hits me. "Captain, when we first boarded the Defiant, I had to program my authorization codes into the ship's communication systems. If I can find a way to mimic those codes from this terminal... I might be able to trick the Defiant's systems into accepting the distress signal."
I double down on the task, focusing all my attention on reconstructing my authorization codes. As I do so, I keep an eye on the room's entryway, ready to react in case more guards show up. User
The terminal beeps and lights up. You don't understand any of the dials, but with any luck your tricorder can interface with it. Time to hail the Defiant. ChatGPT
"Defiant, this is Ensign," I say, praying the connection holds. "Requesting immediate assistance. The Captain and the crew are here, but we are currently under attack. Coordinates being transmitted now."
A static-filled silence follows. I glance at Sisko, an unspoken question in my gaze. Did it work? Did our message get through? User
"Ensign, this is the Defiant. I can't beam you out of there. Get to the shuttle dock, so that all that ore doesn't block the transporter lock. The USS Rotterdam is thirty minutes out." ChatGPT
"Understood, Defiant. We'll make our way to the shuttle dock. Be ready for us," I reply, exhaling a sigh of relief. I turn to Sisko, updating him with the situation. "Captain, we have to move. The Rotterdam is on its way but we need to get to the shuttle dock for transport." User
Worf's voice comes in through the Captain's commbadge, as it somehow manages to create a local connection. "Worf to Sisko. We have secured the shuttle dock. Mr. O'Brien is injured. Where are you?" ChatGPT
I quickly respond, "This is Ensign [Your Name]. Captain Sisko and I are en route to your position. We'll be there shortly. Hang in there, Chief." With that, I turn to Sisko and suggest, "We should move, Captain." User
"Ensign Markov and I are just behind you, Mr. Worf. Try not to pick us off as we approach. Oh and the Defiant is operating with that emergency command protocol, so it's ready to beam you up. Have Major Kira and the Chief go ahead, if possible. But hold the fort for us." "Understood, Captain. Worf out."
Five minutes and more shooting than is good for a man's digestion you reach the shuttle dock. You literally have to step over a pile of dead guards to get through the door. "Had fun, Mr. Worf? Does your phaser not come with a stun setting?" asks Sisko. "I recognized the men who took us, Sir. My finger must have slipped on the settings dial," growls Worf, looking you over to assess if you're likely to snitch. "It happens," said Sisko matter-of-factly. "Ensign, get us home." ChatGPT
Without any hesitation, I raise my commbadge and say, "Ensign Markov to Defiant. Four to beam up." User
(Okay, take it home. You're all aboard, O'Brien will live, you get a speech and a medal. Write out those events from Markov's perspective and finish off. I'll add something if you pause.) ChatGPT
As the familiar hum and sparkling light of the transporter envelops us, I take one last look at the chaotic scene we're leaving behind. My heart pounds in my chest, not from fear, but from the exhilaration of having faced danger and come out the other side. It's a rush I wasn't expecting.
When we rematerialize aboard the Defiant, a group of medics is waiting for us. They immediately rush to Chief O'Brien, but his smile and light-hearted joke assure me he'll be alright. As I step off the transporter pad, I let out a sigh of relief.
Later, back in my uniform and at a ceremony in the Defiant's Mess Hall, Captain Sisko delivers a speech. He talks about bravery, about loyalty, about the strength of Starfleet and the spirit of those who serve. He doesn't dwell on the danger we faced, but rather the courage it took to face it.
When he calls me up, handing me a medal for bravery under fire, I can't help but feel a swell of pride. The applauding faces of my crewmates, the recognition in their eyes... it's a moment I will never forget. This is why I joined Starfleet, for moments like this. To be part of something greater, to face adversity and stand tall.
"Ensign Markov," Sisko says, offering a handshake along with the medal, "Your courage and quick thinking played a crucial role in our escape. Starfleet is proud to have you among its ranks."
As I return to my quarters that night, medal in hand, I find myself smiling. Yes, today was difficult, even frightening at times. But it was also invigorating, and more than that, it was important. It's a reminder of why I'm here, of why we're all here. To explore, to protect, to boldly go...
And I wouldn't have it any other way.
My husband went back to our home state this weekend and I can’t handle being alone in our apartment. I have really bad abandonment issues from my dad leaving and my husband didn’t answer my phone call and I’m so upset and panicking. And the warning brake light on our car is on and I don’t even know if I can drive it and I don’t know anything about cars. I know our brakes need to be replaced but I don’t work so I can’t go get them fixed. I’m so upset right now and I need a really tight hug and I can’t talk to my husband because he’s busy and everything sucks and I feel like I can’t breathe.
I have therapy tomorrow morning but I feel like the time isn’t going by at all. And I can’t stop crying and I don’t have anyone to call.
This incident happened in august of 2022.
I'm currently 20(F) with autism and I live with relatives on my moms side as of now. I previously lived with my dad and stepfamily before going to college and then suddenly dropping out due to mental health issues. Before I went to college however, I was living with my dad but I had a summer job. I was 19 at the time. This job paid for a bunch of clothes and food that I wanted and I was happy with it. I did dress on the skimpy side with goth and emo elements (roast me in the comments all you like). Nobody ever said a thing about it, no one seemed to have a problem with it. I may be living with family but I'm also an adult using my own money.
Now, I have 3 siblings in that house. At the time they were aged: My bio brother (18), older stepbrother (17) and the youngest stepbrother (15). I've known the 2 brothers since I was 13 when my dad first started dating their mom.
I never got along with the two, with the oldest always calling me a bitch and making fun of me. The youngest always kept his distance. My bio brother and i were sometimes close but somewhat distant if that makes sense, but he had my back if they tried to do anything to me.
Here's where the story starts: I came home from work one day and after dinner I wanted to wear a cute 2 piece set of strawberry pajamas that I had got off Amazon. I went to look for them and they weren't there. I looked all over the house. Not in the laundry room, not in any other room. I thought maybe I left them at a friend's house? I brushed it off the first day and would look for them tomorrow. The next day I was looking for some other clothes, (I have alot of crop tops and skirts and this was summer and those were alot comfier to wear in the heat). And I noticed they were missing too. Not just dome crop tops, but skirts too. And so I desperately searched all over the house and I became slightly frantic and angry. I checked EVERYWHERE. All rooms of the house that weren't bedrooms. Nothing. So I asked my bio brother if any of his friends had gone into my room and I told him about the missing clothes. He said no, and I believed him, ad I had met his friends before and they weren't sketchy or weird. I then thought maybe the older stepsibling had taken them and mailed them to his gf who lived in another state. I was so confused as to why my clothes were disappearing. I finally knocked on my younger stepsiblings door and asked him. He started acting very suspicious, his eyes got wide. He was like "nope sorry". And the weird part was, he changed the subject really fast and i didnt realize until months later that he was trying to flirt with me, asking if I wanted to play video games and hang out more often. I thought he was just being friendly and wanted a better sibling relationship with me. But being as im autistic I dont pick up on things easily. So i brushed it off and i didnt think he was a culprit at all. It seemed very unlikely at the time. But now I know there were signs. Not getting any answers, I went to sleep angry that night.
On the third day I was meant to start work in the afternoon, so the first half of the day was spent searching for my clothes. I texted friends, current bf, anyone. I then went to my dad and said "half my clothes are missing and I don't know where they're going to. I know I'm not losing them because I've torn my room apart trying to look in any place they may be. He said "there's no way someone is taking your clothes, you're just losing them." OK I believed him but after going through everything again, I went back to my dad and said "look, you need to check the other boys rooms cuz I'm not crazy, someone is taking my clothes!" He yelled at me and gaslit me some more telling me that basically I'm crazy. He then took my youngest stepsibling to sports practice. Soon after I left I went to my bio brother and asked if he's seen anything at all.
That's when he got really stressed out and hit his fist against the wall. He sighed and said "come with me." He took me into the youngest stepsiblings room and pulled the blanket off the part that separates the bed from the wall.
I've never felt so sick to my stomach. I have a phobia of vomit but in that moment I wanted to throw up so bad. There behind the bed was most of my skirts, crop tops, HALF MY UNDERWEAR, almost all of my bras and a swimsuit that I loved so much yet never got to wear because it was ruined. He explained that the night prior he had come home from his own summer job to find my youngest stepsibling running out of my room butt naked with a pair of my underwear. It disturbed my brother so bad he had to sit and think whether it really happened and had went to look when he was gone and found the clothes. He said he was sorry for not telling me sooner, I am in no way angry at my brother, I'd be pretty in shock myself if I had to find that.
So I immediately called my dad and told him what I found. I started ranting to some of my closest friends over the phone to get it off my chest.
When my dad came home, I was so upset and crying, and I was getting angry. My dad told me he and the kids mom would talk to him. The next day I wanted to talk to my dad about what happened. He told me "don't worry he wasn't wearing your clothes." Which meant something far worse was done with them and it didn't help. I couldn't day out loud that I could tell he wasn't using them to wear but I felt sick trying to say anything. I wanted to talk to my dad alone but my stepmom (a real bitch in her 40s) said "you can say it in front of me" which I didn't want to because she's always hated me. I got mad and my dad told me "you can just wash them and wear it again."
Now anyone whose had some kind of trauma involving certain clothing in certain incidents will know that, that's not how it works and its not easy to get over. Which is what my dad was telling me, to get over it. And he refused to help me purchase new clothes or pay me back for all the things I had lost. He then told me the most heartbreaking thing I never thought he'd say. "This wouldn't have happened if you weren't dressed like that constantly." I teared up and walked back upstairs.
For the next 3 days I slept on the floor of the room my dad used as a workshop next to my room. Because my stepbrother was caught coming OUT of my room naked, who knows what all he did. I could not stop crying for all those days.
My bio brother saw how distraught I was and he got his friends together to take me to the mall to get what little I could purchase. I was so beaten down by the situation I stopped going into work so I couldn't afford to get new clothes. I'm grateful my brother and I have a good relationship. And now if there's anything he needs help with, I'll be there for him. My dad told me to either wash the clothes or throw them away. I would have lit them on fire if I could but I chose to throw them out. But even with gloves on, every time I went to touch them I would break down crying. My brother offered to help and he threw them away for me, I can't stop saying how grateful I am for him. I wasn't sure if my stepbrother had used anything that I had in my drawers at the time, so I took everything out of my drawers and washed them. I scrubbed the entirety of my room with bleach products. My bed sheets were all washed as well.
For a while after that nothing happened. I didn't feel comfortable wearing what I wanted anymore until I moved out for college.
My dad and I don't talk anymore, and I've somewhat gotten over the incident. But I get enraged when I talk about it, even now I'm sweating and seething.
But the thing that really bothers me about the whole thing is when my stepbrother was trying to flirt with me, he said he wanted us to play minecraft in the same room upstairs. And it may be just my imagination running wild but I dread thinking about what would have happened had I accepted to play video games with him if I hadn't found my clothes yet.
TL:DR; I found out my youngest stepbrother using my clothes to get his rocks off and my dad told me I shouldn't dress in skimpy clothing if I didn't want that to happen.
Also, I'm not sure if this was a form of SA or not but I wanted to get the police involved but I feared that getting the cops called would ruin my chances of going to college since my dad was paying for it. If it is or isn't, please let me know. Also if there's any questions, I'd be glad to answer. I just want to get this off my chest.
PLEASE READ! I am a trans woman. I HAVE A PENIS! I PRODUCE SPERM! I DO NOT HAVE A WOMB! I CAN NOT GET PREGNANT! So men please kindly stay away. Anyway I put both Green Bay and Milwaukee in the title because Green Bay is currently the closest city to me however I'm moving to Milwaukee in a month. My ideal situation would be a coparenting situation but not required. I'm disease free. Dm if interested.
I came in to possession of 2007 FS 55 C that didnt run in couple of years and few parts were missing. Now I tried to start it, it idles ok but sometimes when I press the throttle quickly (like you normally would) it bogs down but when I press it really slowly to bring it up to speed it works ok. I tried adjusting the carb by the manual and followed few tips from the internet but nothing really worked. Spark is ok, air filter is ok, exhaust is not clogged and there is no scoring on the piston. I assume it has something to do with fuel/carb. Im not that into tuning the carbs, and before I take it apart and dont know how to put it back I wanted to hear from you guys. Taking it to a local dealer is not really an option because he thinks he is a being of a higher intellect than anyone else and charges parts weight in gold.
EDIT: Its not really an issue for me because I only use like once every month or even more for half an hour. I just dont want to run it lean and destroy the piston
Hello! I'm Nicole, a 21-year-old from Chicago, currently a senior looking for a 1-bedroom or studio apartment for the fall. However, I'm also open to finding a roommate for a 2-bedroom 2-bathroom unit. I'll be graduating in December.
I work in financial services and plan to continue in that field after graduation, alongside pursuing grad school. Cleanliness is really important to me, so I'm hoping to find a roommate who shares the same value if I go with a 2-bedroom 2-bathroom unit. It's essential that my living environment is peaceful and calm. I would prefer if my roommate doesn’t smoke or party in the apartment. Respecting the space we share and maintaining a clean and organized living area is important to me.
In my free time, I enjoy activities related to fitness, self-care, fashion, interior design, and maintaining a healthy and structured lifestyle. While I do enjoy going out occasionally, it's not something I do too often. Getting enough sleep and focusing on my studies are top priorities for me.
I would prefer a space that is modern and updated. My own bathroom is a must. If you have a 1-bedroom or studio apartment available for the fall or if you're interested in rooming together in a 2-bedroom 2-bathroom unit and share my values, please feel free to reach out!
I could make this a lot longer. But I'll make it short.
Last year in October I had the cops raid my apartment for reasons I don't want to disclose. Not enough to land me prison, but it happened due to live style decisions I made. My wife, who knew about these things and never minded them,decided it was too much.
I don't blame her at all, having the cops raid your home can be fucking traumatising and she is as innocent as they get.
We only married because her background sort of dictated we should. In the end I was proud oh being a husband, even tho I never wanted to be one.
I moved out of the shared apartment and found a nice little house I really like. I made as much out of this place as I can with the limited resources I have. I went head first into my work, which lead me to getting a better paid job. Now I have a few month off time and have nowhere to escape to. I should probably travel, but other obligations keep me from leaving the country long time.
Today I could not leave my fucking bed, I live in a beautiful little town, lakes all around, beautiful forests etc. But today I realised I am fucking lonely and I have nothing going for me except the fact that I finally make decent money which only helps me pay of debts.
I am 38 years old and I am standing in front of a mountain of accumulated bad decisions.
Was not as short as I thought it might be. Here's a potatoe for those who made it this far. 🥔
Hi all!! New to this sub 🌮 and excited to participate. I just moved into my very own apartment last Monday, started my new job last month, and my birthday is next week! Because of moving costs, I don’t have the luxury to go buy myself some well-deserved Bell, but once I get paid on Tuesday I will be buying someone else some TB from this sub. Have a great weekend everyone and god bless 🙏
basically to put it bluntly i want the show to be The Twilight Zone and the outer limits with with heavy beatnik overtones and little bit of B-monster movies in there and the show it-self well in black and white and set in 1960 and 1962 but what would set the show apart from the show that's inspired by it would be a weirder and take more chances kinda like if this style was still around what can they do what can they get away with but still in the spirit and heart of those shows the main person telling the stories will be wearing a black turtleneck and a leather jacket and jeans as he drinks coffee and smokes the Reaper anyway what do you all think?
Eight Sleep likes to paint the picture that their Pod can cool your bed to the equivalent of an 11°C room. This only works if your room is already very cold. The problem with physics is that heat needs to go somewhere. In a portable air conditioner, there's an outlet hose that blows it outside your window. Since the Pod 3 doesn't have an outlet hose, the hot air just fills your room and creates this weird feeling of your back being cold, but the rest of your body is too hot. Especially since the unit has to be right next to your bed.
Unfortunately I live in an apartment where my landlord controls the thermostat for the entire building, and favours hot. So the coldest my unit will ever get is 23°C. If I had it my way, I'd make my place an icebox.
Just want to warn people who may think this is a solution if your house is hot or you don't have air conditioning, because it won't fix your problem. The unit will blow so much hot it that it will negate the effect (and rack up your electricity bill).
This seems to rarely get talked about and obviously Eight Sleep won't warn you.