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31 Jul 2022 02:52 #2086 by cprime
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2017
GoodTube Video
The video opened with a solitary padlock, resting on a desk. A moment later, a girl's voice began to speak. "Hello, GoodTube land. It's time for some more lock karma. Call me Karma."

The voice paused for a moment as a small pair of hands picked up the lock and pointed the keyway towards the camera. "Today, we have a devisor special from an acquaintance of mine. While I know some of you are itching to pull out their stop watches to see how fast I can pick this, I have a different tool in mind today."

A quick motion, and the lock was held in one hand, broad side up. "That's right, it's time for Mr. Smiley to come out and play. Say hello to Mr. Smiley everyone!"

After a moment of quiet, a rubber mallet slid onto the screen. Plastered on one face of the mallet's head was a large smiley face sticker. In an imitation of a deeper voice, she spoke again. "Hello everyone. Are you ready for a smashing good time?" A momentary pause, then she responded in her normal voice. "We always are Mr. Smiley. For those out there in GoodTube land wondering how Mr. Smiley greets a lock, here's how."

The hands on screen shifted slightly, before she gave the lock a firm tap with the bestickered face of the mallet. In response, the lock popped open. This opening was accompanied by the quip, "Child's play, isn't it." The mallet and opened lock were set down on the desk. "In other news, I'm getting ready for my monthly field trip so all my viewers can see locksport in the wild. In honor of my five thousand subscriber milestone, I'm taking suggestions. Got a lock you want to see me pick? Hit me up in the comments. And remember, lock picking is child's play."
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11 Oct 2022 18:23 - 11 Oct 2022 18:24 #2420 by Schol-R-LEA
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May 2006

Imperious paused in eating for a moment, as a vision of goat-men and a stolen champagne flute filled his vision.

"Someone... I don't know who... just earned my wrath", he said with an eerie calm, uncertain as to just what to do about that.
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18 Oct 2022 02:02 #2427 by null0trooper
Sunday, April 17, 2016, after services.

"But, Mum, why can't we come along with you and Tabbs?"

Chevelle Dieulafoy stared down at her two youngest. Thick as thieves, those two were. "I don't know, Anthony. David. Maybe the better question is when is my microwave oven going to start cooking food, as it's meant to, rather than playing Baby Shark?"

Davie had the grace to try looking repentant as he said, "Ummmm. We didn't mean to break it." Not that his Mum was having any of it.

"Then you'd better mean to undo whatever you managed to do, much sooner rather than later."

Once the rest of the family was on their way home, she told her youngest daughter, "Don't tell them. But, if we were going to an MCO testing center, I might have brought them along to set loose on the Septic wankers."

Tabbie held her tongue and counted her blessings that so far had kept her mother from hearing the added "Pedo shark" verse.
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14 Nov 2022 08:03 #2469 by ShadowedSin
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She walked through the meadow clear to her. Above reigned a massive spire, a circular tower constructed of coral and glass rising well over a hundred feet in the sky. Forms shifted above as a massive winged entity dove over her. She let out a loud clicking sound, repetitive and suddenly increasing in frequency. With a snort she heard a reply farther up as a door on the spire opened and a loud piercing wail was heard. Three forms dove from the door as great black draconic wings flapped to allow the person to land, The thump of boot clad feet on the ground and the folding of wings was all she needed to know.

"Nimweh, why do you come?" came the hissing voice as the figure drew closer. Scale mail shining like burnished brass fit the chest as a leather kilt guarded their legs. Bare arms crossed as the feminine voice repeated the question.

"I wanted to speak, Eshtar," she replied, "I came beyond the tree to here, in Kad`ath to speak to your Kyn."

"You mean your war against the Summer." Scoffed the woman, her throat emitting a loud hiss as she shifted her stance, wings snapping open to let out a rattle of frustration.

"I invoke my debt," Nimweh growled, "Your oath to mine, must be fulfilled."

The sharp features of the opposing fae twisted into a grimace of rage. Ears twitching as they lower and the woman flashed her fangs, "FINE. By Kith and Kyn, what do you want? Lady of the Lake."

"It's never been a game to me. I'm after something bigger, and no one is gonna stop me."
-Catra
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14 Nov 2022 20:38 #2470 by Schol-R-LEA
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14 February 2008

With a happy wave, Anna called Rhia and Teddy over to join her and Jerry near the entrance to the new Bistro place.

"Hey," said Teddy, looking a bit sheepish. Rhia reflected that awkwardness - this was their first date, and she wasn't really sure how she felt about the older boy yet. Anna had offered to a double-date was to support her, but she wasn't so sure about that. This seemed awfully fancy for a first date, especially for Valentine's Day.

"Hi, Rhia!" Anna replied. "Isn't this exciting? I can't believe Ayla got us in here! I've heard so much about this, it's supposed to be really special and everything. And I've never had fondue before, I wouldn't have even thought of trying it if Ayla hadn't told me they were doing it tonight, and..." she trailed off for a bit. "Anyway, it's exciting!"

"Uhm, yeah," replied Rhiannon, "I don't really know what this stuff is, it's some kind of cheese and bread thing, right? It sounds like a strange thing to make a whole night out of, but everyone knows that Phase has really extravagant tastes, and I guess she's the one who came up with the idea?"

"That's what I heard, yeah," Teddy piped in. "And fondue is more than just cheese. My folks sometimes go to a place near, our, uhm, near where we live, and they told me that they do all kinds of dips, with this hot oil thing for cooking meat and vegetables in, and the cheese fondue, and even a chocolate dip fondue. It's supposed to be really good, but, like it's usually pretty expensive."

"Uh-huh, that's what Ayla told us," Anna said, then lowered her voice a bit, "She even got special permission to have some non-alcoholic wine to go with it. It's all way cool."

Just then the head waiter, or maitre-de, or whatever it is, called their reservation. Holding Jerry's hand, a deliriously happy Aquerna walked into the special restaurant followed by her equally excited, if somewhat more hesitant, best friend and Teddy.
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15 Nov 2022 07:14 #2481 by Schol-R-LEA
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12 March 2010
Externally, Marisol was casually coloring in the coloring book the policewoman had given her. On the inside, though, she was furiously computing the meaning of recent events.

Ever since the authorities found her, and took her from the home where she was being taught to be useful for a businessman who could not hide how disturbing he found her, she'd been careful to listen to what the adults had been saying. Her hearing was better than they realized, and she understood far more than they might have guessed.

The word clone kept coming up. The reason had become obvious after they introduced her to a new woman today, the old lady they called 'Gabriella'. Even a casual glance in the mirror now - the special one which the adults on the other side of the wall were watching her through - made the resemblance plain.

The question now was, what could she do about it?

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Gabriella Guzman watched the child through the one-way mirror. While it would seem to most people that she was simply enjoying coloring, the girl had a look of intense concentration that she recognized in herself. Is the girl already swimming - or perhaps drowning - in the same sea of probabilities and projections which she, Gabriella, had living in most of her life?

"The experts call it Precocious Partial Manifestation," she finally said, adding, "It seems to run in my family. Both my brother and I experienced some degree of our powers well before we fully manifested."

"Oh?", said the Child Welfare bureaucrat standing next to her. "We were puzzled by that, actually, no one here had ever heard of such a thing. I guess it must be nothing new to you, though," he added uselessly.

The police detective who stood on her other side then chimed in. "We were wondering if you might shed some light on just why someone would go to such lengths to clone you specifically, Ms. Guzman."

Mentats, she thought to herself, they want to breed a race of Mentats. She kept the thought to herself - she had no way of knowing if the two officials had ever even heard of that novel. The worst part is, she had predicted this possibility years before, and had tried to take some reasonable precautions to prevent it. Clearly, those steps hadn't been enough.

"They wanted my talents," she finally said with a sigh. "While my abilities are not unique, they are unusually strong, and thus uniquely desirable. Unfortunately, it would be easy for anyone who wanted to exploit them to manipulate a child her age into doing their bidding." Something she knew all too well from her own childhood, though she didn't say so.

"And just what, I mean..." the detective stammered a bit.

"What are my powers, you mean? To begin with, I am an Exemplar, though not an especially high-level one. It is my mental abilities which excel well beyond that of an Exemplar-2, however. I possess a highly eidetic memory, almost photographic, and what could be described as a vivid imagination." She paused a moment, then proceeded, "My real strength is in computational forecasting. While I lack the specificity of a true precognitive, I can project the likelihood of overall trends and processes, see the probabilities and pick out statistical anomalies."

"When I was a child...", she started, then paused again. How much should she reveal? "When I was young, my uncle Eduardo discovered my abilities, and used them, used me, to predict the outcomes of sporting events. He made a great deal of money before the bookies decided he was a threat to their business." She let the implications of that hang in the air.

"I'm sorry for your loss, then, you must have been very close," said the DFCS drone.

"I'm not. He used me like an adding machine, and worse. I was glad to see him gone. Fortunately, once the authorities in my home town learned of my gifts, they saw to it that I got set on the right track from then on." She frowned, and then continued, "Which brings me to the next step. I will sponsor this girl to go to Whateley Academy, and see to her upbringing myself." She smiled for a moment, then added, "She is not the first youngster I have fostered, you see, and well, after all, she is my own flesh and blood."

Inwardly, she worried at that; Whateley was the best place for the girl, she was sure of that, but after what had happened to Jamie, she did not, could not, have the total faith she'd had in the school before.

She also shied away from thinking of why she'd never had any children of her own, though having already mentioned her uncle, she couldn't avoid the subject entirely. Damn that man to Hell for what he did to me, she thought. While she'd been cured of the illnesses he'd given her, she was left infertile as a result of them, and even her Exemplar healing wasn't enough to fix that.

And I was the lucky one, for all that, she reminded herself.

After a moment, her thoughts returned to the present. "We need to find out how many of these clones there are, and who it is who have enslaved them like this," she added, with a tone of bitterness she couldn't restrain. "No one would go to the trouble involved in such a procedure to create only one such child - there must be an entire black market for them. Worse, I will not be the sole victim of this gene piracy. It is imperative that we get to the root of this before events spiral even more out of control than they are now."
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