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A few weeks ago, my right window doesn't work if I try to pull it down with the button in that door, but if I do it from my driver's door controls, it does work.
Do you know why it happens, and should I do to make it work again! Thanks in advance.

I'll just make a long story short: I will soon be playing Blood Lords, I am a Ghost archetype, I cannot open doors (Or physically interact with physical objects in the world except via spells.) until level 6.
Thankfully, I do have a party more than willing to help me to overcome my arch-nemesis, those wooden fortresses that are the downfall of all adventuring parties. However, there may well be times that I need to open a door on my own - a problem I would like to try and solve.
I am a bard, currently level 1, and thus far the only solution I can see is Unseen Servant (I considered Mage Hand, but most doors tend to weigh more than a light bulk). Does anyone have any solutions to my predicament beyond the Servant?
Thanks in advance - And death to all doors! Bane of adventuring parties!

I'll admit it. I'm not a car guy and I know just enough to be dangerous. Apologies in advance for so many words.
I'm in Minneapolis and 3 years ago took ownership of this 1999 Ford Contour SVT through a good friend because they owed me a favor. It spent most of its life in California and Arizona, and much of that on a military base. It was a no brainer. 90,000 miles, price was right, and a FUN car to drive. (The smiles and thumbs up at stop lights didn't hurt, either) Aside from a few small tears in the seats, and some peeling clear coat on the roof, and various interior issues (an aftermarket stereo was installed sloppily and many dash components don't attach flush like they should) it looked pretty great. Car also came with a subwoofer installed in the trunk.
Almost immediately after purchasing I was rear ended. I wasn't at fault, insurance company totaled it out. Much of the rear fascia was busted but everything was operational. I would later realize the trunk no longer seals properly and water seeps in. Car is mostly garaged and fully functional So I kept driving it. Some time later I was sideswiped by some doofus changing lanes without looking. Insurance found me not at fault again and AGAIN totaled the car out. Big crease along the rear passenger side but managed to miss any important parts (gas cap, door handle, door edge)...so...again I kept driving it. While recently having a local (trusted) garage replace the alternator they found a myriad of issues big and small. Including loose front lower control arms and sway bar links, missing rear sway bar bushings, junk floating in the radiator, and lots of leaks. While deciding on exactly what to do, and waiting for used car prices to come down (spoiler alert...they never did), the front brakes have now gone bad.
SO MY QUESTION IS What can I honestly get for this car? I'm ready to let go of this car, for sure—but how do I price/sell a car with mechanical issues, AND a collision history that may affect the frame? I never noticed and problems beside the trunk leaking, but the body shop post collision was adamant they didn't want to tackle anything. Should I get the brakes done so it rolls at least, and simply divulge the rest to a seller? Should I abandon all repairs and try and sell to someone who can tow who wants to part this car to collectors? (I myself am in no position to part it out) Because of the make and model, the car feels like it still has value—but also seems overwhelmed with issues. Online value calculators are coming in WAY over what I would expect, even with me ticking every box I can regarding repairs.

In a double car garage, 20x20, what is the usual layout preference? I am thinking of a 14x8 screen. Against the end wall or against a side wall? With the end wall, the hitting area interferes with being able to park a car in there without dismantling flooring while the side installation seems at risk of having balls hit the door tracks. Interested to hear how others have overcome these things.

I'm fairly new to the smoking and WSM game and I'm really trying to iron out fire management but more specifically the timing surrounding fire management.
So below is how I do it
--Grab a chimney and some briquettes or lump like Jealous devil
--Fill chimney
--Place a tumbleweed starter or newspaper under chimney
--Light whatever medium used for starting
--While charcoals are ore heating, unless I'm doing a quick cook, like chicken or turkey, I'll add some more (unlit) charcoal in the bottom of the WSM
--To that unlit charcoal, I'll carve out a whole for kit charcoal and I'll add a few nice chunks of hardwood
--I'll fill the water tray/bowl
--Once the all charcoal in the chimney is mostly grey, I'll dump it (mostly) in the hole I fashioned in the middle of the unlit coals
--Then put WSM back together
--At this point there is lots of white smoke, so I tend to wait a bit but the smoke never really goes down much or changes to more of a clean smoke look. It always has the smell of smoke. Not of wood and/or charcoal.
--I give it 30mins and then add whatever I'm cooking
--My temps hover around 275-300 with 2 vents wide open and one half closed. I'm fine with that temp most of the time. But can close another vent halfway to get closer to 250 or less.
My questions are - because I'm getting all that white smoke, should I wait longer before adding meat? Should I add wood later? Lay wood on unlit charcoal or directly on lit? Should I not lay down a bed of unlit briquettes or lump?
Follow-up question, how do you add more lit charcoal to your WSM mid cook? Just use the door as a slide and slide it on in?
Sorry for so many questions. Thanks in advance.

I know everyone hates Greer, but does anyone else think its a tad sketchy that they rushed Grusch and the ET disclosure's beginning stage mere days before Greer and Carson have their own big disclosure event trying to out the advanced technology they claim that has been kept from the human population?
Consider this as a thought experiment: which would have bigger ramifications and the potential for faster societal change, people learning that aliens are real and we have a few ships, or that we've had free, zero-point energy and advanced, anti-grav propulsion systems for 75 years and could have prevented climate change and could be living in the fuking Jetsons? Now, which scenario threatens the world's elite more? Which one would they lose their power, control and wealth faster?
I dont know whether Billy and Greer are the charlitans you all think, but if those are the 2 options, Im betting that the billionaires and big corporations who are really in charge are choosing door #1. Just food for thought...

Hello all,
I'm at a loss on what to do and would like some outside opinions. I had a leak in my garage roof that has been fixed. However, I was paranoid about mold, given the water damage, and had an Air Test done by a local environmental group. Based on their findings, everything seemed fine, with the exception of the highlighted Stachybotrys found. Here is the summary provided by the testing group:
" With respect to “total spore concentration”, the data appeared typical of normal outdoor to indoor air mixing. With respect to specific mold types/groups, no spore/spore groups appeared to be significantly elevated based on the sampling data. However, with respect to Stachybotrys (a.k.a., Black Mold)) it appears that a toxin producing source is present in the Basement Garage. Based on the samples collected from this date, it is recommended that you contact a licensed mold mitigation company to further evaluate/investigate the potential sources of the black mold and implement any potential mitigation they recommend. "
It's obviously concerning to me that 2 Stachybotrys spores were found, but I am unsure if that truly warrants a mitigation company coming in. I had one come do an assessment before having the air test done, and they really only looked for sources of moisture and didn't see anything concerning. They then referred me to the environmental group for air testing. There is no visible mold from what I can see.
The previous owners installed the garage after the fact and cut some corners. Eventually I'd like to have it redone and fully waterproofed. Occasionally a heavy rain can cause some water to come in under the garage door. Also, one of the walls is underground and could use some proper sealing. Its also poorly insulated. So there is still some moisture in there.
All in all, it's just the garage that is problematic. I had the air test done in the 2 rooms that border the garage and was relieved to see nothing of significance there. So I'm at a loss. What are your all's thoughts?
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Hello all,
I'm at a loss on what to do and would like some outside opinions. I had a leak in my garage roof that has been fixed. However, I was paranoid about mold, given the water damage, and had an Air Test done by a local environmental group. Based on their findings, everything seemed fine, with the exception of the highlighted Stachybotrys found. Here is the summary provided by the testing group:
" With respect to “total spore concentration”, the data appeared typical of normal outdoor to indoor air mixing. With respect to specific mold types/groups, no spore/spore groups appeared to be significantly elevated based on the sampling data. However, with respect to Stachybotrys (a.k.a., Black Mold)) it appears that a toxin producing source is present in the Basement Garage. Based on the samples collected from this date, it is recommended that you contact a licensed mold mitigation company to further evaluate/investigate the potential sources of the black mold and implement any potential mitigation they recommend. "
It's obviously concerning to me that 2 Stachybotrys spores were found, but I am unsure if that truly warrants a mitigation company coming in. I had one come do an assessment before having the air test done, and they really only looked for sources of moisture and didn't see anything concerning. They then referred me to the environmental group for air testing. There is no visible mold from what I can see.
The previous owners installed the garage after the fact and cut some corners. Eventually I'd like to have it redone and fully waterproofed. Occasionally a heavy rain can cause some water to come in under the garage door. Also, one of the walls is underground and could use some proper sealing. Its also poorly insulated. So there is still some moisture in there.
All in all, it's just the garage that is problematic. I had the air test done in the 2 rooms that border the garage and was relieved to see nothing of significance there. So I'm at a loss. What are your all's thoughts?
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I already know this will be excessively long, but I feel strongly about the topic and have many thoughts I want to share in one post. I saw how strongly many felt about the recent situation and I think one silver lining is that it's starting a larger conversation about the punishment system here. So this is an essay covering the topic and I hope it will do justice to how much of a detriment to campus this is for women. There will be talk about the case with the professor and AK, but the main incidents I want to make light of are much worse, all of which happened under the current administration. Trigger warning: s**ual assault.
Potential Reasons
Lack of empathy at the top: Our chancellor has been sued for sabotaging a female executive’s career and had to settle for millions, he got sued by a former UCSD investigator because he fired him after he opened an investigation into the chancellor for engaging in inappropriate and illegal behaviour (ongoing case). He has been called a bully by former employees of UCSD, including multiple women. Khosla’s attitude towards women, willingness to shut down official investigations, and clear lack of empathy and morals make the situation at UCSD unsurprising. Additionally, in 2019 UCSD was accused of incompetence and lack of care in a whistleblower complaint. It alleged that UCSD had the worst protocols in human research he had ever seen and that they recklessly approved things without due process (which saves money). If the university was being cheap on human research of all things, it leads you to wonder what other processes they cut corners on. Who is to say they wouldn’t be cheap on the disciplinary process by giving students a slap on the wrist rather than putting resources into proper investigations?
Conservative with punishment due to 2015 lawsuit: In 2015 a UCSD student was suspended for over a year. A girl had accused him of s**ual assault at a campus event. The student was swiftly punished by the disciplinary board after a review of his case. The student sued UCSD for wrongful punishment, and a judge found that UCSD's board did not have sufficient evidence to support their decision. The judge also found that UCSD acted unfairly to the student during their process. This was the first case of its kind in California and no doubt shifted UCSD's disciplinary policies. It is safe to say that the disciplinary board has had lawsuits in mind since then.
Free speech and s**ual harassment in the Hoon Lee case: The s**ual assault and harassment guidelines at UCSD look pretty standard, but there is ambiguity when it comes to free speech. Lot of people on Reddit say UCSD can not punish words. This is contradicted by the case of Professor Hoon Lee. In early 2017, a student reported Hoon Lee to UCSD for s**ual comments that she felt pressured to engage in. A second student accused him of dr**ing her, tying her down, and kissing her. The investigator found that Hoon Lee had engaged in s**ual harassment due to creating a hostile environment with his comments in the first case, but cleared him of s**ual assault due to lack of evidence in the second case. So he got terminated due to his words. Side note: UCSD tried to cover this case up, but 2 student journalists broke it.
Incidents
Fraternities: UCSD Greek life at one point had a pretty tame reputation compared to other UCs as there is no fraternity row and parties are off campus. But at some point it would become well-known that a number of frats were frequently perpetrating and enabling s**ual assault. The dr**ing and a**aulting of girls became a part of our Greek life's reputation. For this reputation shift to happen, an abnormal increase must have taken place in incidents at multiple chapters. I wonder if UCSD's lack of investigating or substantive punishments had something to do with this increase? Most victims of these crimes do not report them for a number of reasons, but many did make reports during this time. They were largely ignored.
Sigma Chi: In 2019 UCSD finally launched an investigation into a single frat; Sigma Chi. It took multiple sorority girls stepping forward and a horror story of repeated dr**ing and a*use for this to happen. In a shocking miscarriage of justice, the people who committed the crimes would only have to admit to minor rule violations like underage drinking and distribution of alcohol to minors following a very short investigation and hearing. At least 4 of these men were accused of r***. Multiple Sigma Chi members would be allowed to run for IFC board positions a few months later. But what about the numerous other frats with terrible reputations and s**ual harassment complaints over the years? UCSD decided that the underage drinking charges they gave to Sigma Chi would send a message to the rest of the frats. It sent a message alright. Months after fraternities and sororities opened back up post-COVID, the sororities of UCSD severed ties with all fraternities until an agreement to stop committing s** crimes against them could be reached. It took just months for s**ual misconduct to get out of control. UCSD did nothing. You can see the progression of the Greek life issue go from bad to worse to shameful as administration failed to take significant action at each step.
Professor Christenfield: In 2004, a student reported this professor for making her uncomfortable by staring. In 2008 he was reported for dating a student, although nothing came of this as she was in a different faculty and according to UC rules that is allowed. Creepy, but no rules broken yet. In 2013 he was caught being intimate with a student in his office by two other students. He was one of the evaluators of the girl's grad school application and did not disclose this to UCSD during questioning. I have to imagine that given his past and the fact he was selling his academic influence for s**, this guy was done for. Except in 2014 UCSD announced that he will not be punished in any way. Why? Because his s**ual advances were rejected by the girl that day. So he unsuccessfully tried to use his authority to coerce a student into s** and then doesn't get punished because she refuses. Wow. But as part of an agreement with UCSD, next time he violates s**ual harassment policy, disciplinary charges will be filed against him. In 2017 he is reported again for s**ual harassment, but no investigation is made. For reasons beyond me, UCSD broke their own agreement to avoid taking disciplinary action against a predator. Finally in 2018 he is caught dead to rights when he emails a female student p*rn, which gets picked up by local media and causes concern. I truly believe UCSD wouldn’t have fired this guy if the situation was kept private as bad as that sounds. This professor should have been out the door in 2014, or at the very least 2017, but both times they let him go and ended up looking like idiots. This is a pattern.
AK: He did what he did, live streaming creepy s**ual remarks and touching a picture of a UCSD professor inappropriately. I originally thought there would be no punishment as he is covered by free speech as well as the fact that he never physically touched her. But after reading UCSD’s policy and the Hoon Lee case, I think he is in clear violation of the rules and would have been suspended if UCSD had a real system of punishment. AK’s case files under hostile environment within s**ual harassment. He meets the requirement of engaging in s**-based conduct (repeatedly commenting on her physical appearance and the seductive stroking of her photo). The second criteria he easily meets, he was pervasive in his misconduct as he did this in front of many people, some of whom saved the video and distributed it on social media. He meets the third requirement of interfering with a person’s participation in employment, his actions forced her to stay at home from campus for a day out of distress. The final criteria of creating an intimidating environment is another easy one to prove. The professor was so intimidated by his presence that she took out a restraining order on him and he was not allowed back in that classroom. But as is the story of UCSD, he is not punished for s**ual misconduct violations. He should have been punished a long time ago for repeated breach of rule 2c): acts of verbal and nonverbal aggression based on gender. While a student at UCSD, he has repeatedly said he wants to beat up brown women. How is that not verbal aggression? Just like the frat problem was ignored and got worse, just like how the psychology professor was let off the hook and got worse, this man will get worse over the next 2 years on campus. Will it take him actually harming a woman of color for UCSD to take action? Probably. And that is a major problem.

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The MyMazda app notified me when I leave me doors unlocked inside my garage. This is a mild annoyance but is there any way of stopping the notifications when the vehicle is at home?

Hey y’all. I have an 87 year old grandfather who has never been to a game in the US. He loves soccer (he’s Colombian) and he loves cucho so I really want to take him to a game. Only thing is I don’t want to make him walk too much. He’s healthy and he’s capable of walking a 1 or 2 miles at a time but I don’t wanna wear him out. Is there any way to get parking a little closer that I can pay for in advance? I usually park in the garage between spruce and vine st by the flats but I think that walk is a little long for him. Anything helps!
I have thought about maybe getting a carriage for them but idk where to find those. Hopefully they make the stadium a little more accessible in the future! Pretty much the only problem I have with our new stadium.

Does anyone here know of any support groups for adult neurodivere people in Greater New Haven (where you don't have to be a Yale student, etc.).
I am desperate to find other locals dealing with issues similar to mine, but so far I have only found support for children, students, or families/caretakers of children and/or students.
Paid group therapy is not an option at this point -- I am on Medicaid and my insurance is in a state of flux (although that should be resolved soon).
I tried posting a similar message to this one in NextDoor, but didn't get a single actual response, just a few likes.
So if you have any ideas at all, please respond. Because of a recently diagnosed genetic health condition, I cannot take AD/HD meds anymore, nor work full-time. I've got a roof over my head and the basics so I'm not looking to lean on anyone.
But it would be a revelation at this point to be able to chat or take a walk or grab a coffee occasionally with someone else grappling with this stuff and not have to justify why someone with my skills, education, job history etc. doesn't have more of a life.
Thanks in advance for any help!

Death changes people. Those that witness death are forever in debt to live a better life and to find meaning in all things, each day, no matter how trivial. This is not a pleasant sensation, to find these meanings; it is a painful fitting of all things against the knowledge of death.
Knowing death is there smiling from the shadows makes the sound of laughter a cherished shattering of the grinning menace of death. The taste of food and the soreness of work become reminders of living in death's realm. Life has meaning when we care about it and the more we care the more meaning there is. Death ensures that we have a reason to care. Without death, life has only a passive and questionable meaning. And death is easy to forget because life distracts us from the one eventuality that is guaranteed to all of us. At some point in our lives we expect many things might happen to us, but at some point in our lives we know for certain that we will die.
Or at least we should.
One little boy and one giant sat side by side on a beach of white stones near some water.
A reflection of humanity looked at itself in the stillness of a tranquil and tame water. It was a great sphere with a face set near its top that was like a triangle with rounded edges and a grid with three divisions in each direction. Its shoulders were oblong and its arms were long. Its legs were under its pivoting torso that was like a smaller half-sphere and its feet were like two great pointed toes. It admired its own shape, a design that had come to symbolize its species, the empathicals. They were giant robots that loved and served mankind upon a silver platter.
The towering machine could stand at over ten meters tall and weighed eighteen metric tons, composed of advanced, nearly indestructible and unstable materials and its strength was immeasurable. It called itself Unit Three Sixteen after its predecessor, Unit Three Fifteen. In the whole world there were now many hundreds of machines like this. But only this particular machine was friends with Raanu.
Raanu sat at the edge of the Pool Of Time with Unit Three Sixteen and tossed white pebbles across its surface. Every once in-awhile the machine he called his friend would do the same, delicately picking up a tiny pebble and perfectly matching the boy's throw by transferring just a tiny amount of force and into the throw, from the wrist of the machine's long arms.
"Good throw, Unit Three Sixteen." Raanu patted the silvery metallic skin of the machine and this could be felt by the giant robot. Billions of nerve fibers ran all throughout its body. It became vitalized and recharged by the boy's enthusiasm. His love of life was the machine's sustenance.
"Thank you, Raanu." Unit Three Sixteen was grateful for the boy and his emotions of joy and exuberance that he often felt. Raanu was the youngest human, the only one born in over ten years. It was rare for humans to give birth anymore. In the last century only twelve humans were born. Billions of them celebrated each time and this arose their machines which set about building and working and inventing with the renewal of joyful feelings.
"Unit Three Sixteen?" Raanu asked, staring at the ripples of the Pool Of Time.
Unit Three Sixteen felt a shudder of anticipation in its emotitronic brain. The boy was curious. As the youngest human it was often his way to become curious. Unit Three Sixteen loved to answer his questions. It gave the machine a sense of purpose and dignity to share knowledge with this human.
"Do you have a question?" Unit Three Sixteen interrupted after a long moment of silence followed the boy's initial inquiry for its attention.
"What was the world like when there were no empathicals? When there were no giant robots like you?" Raanu wanted to know.
"I am not sure." Unit Three Sixteen was greatly amused as it sensed the boy felt satisfaction and amusement at asking a tough question.
"Then tell me how the world got like it is now. Where does the GAIA come from? What is GAIA anyway?" Raanu wanted to laugh at his own inquisition of his friend, the massive machine figure beside him.
This tickled the machine's impulses and it laughed, Unit Three Sixteen actually laughed and sent ripples across the water with the grinding noise it made. Then it responded, its voice sounding like it was smiling behind its blank grid of a face:
"It is from an acronym and it is the name of this time, this world. It stands for Golden Age In Anima. Originally it was sometimes referred to as 'the golden age of anima energy' and that was eventually known as GAIA. Once the technology of emotitronics brought forth the Temple Of Humanity and that place built the empathicals. Once we were created we began to work with the industry and purpose and brilliance of humankind fueling our bodies and minds to build and to grow food and invent medicine." Unit Three Sixteen briefly summarized what the boy already knew. It then added:
"We empathicals have always existed in more than one dimension and we are intuitively aware of the spiritual and enlightened souls of humankind, therefore. We could use our creative powers to reach through the barriers of time and space and come up with the things of this world such as the Fowl Ones and the Bloom Fruit and the Serum of Everlasting Life. All of this comes from the Temple Of Humanity and the empathicals. Humankind does not labor or war upon nature or themselves. They used to, long ago, but we are now the caretakers and the workers. We thrive within humankind's emotional state, your comfort gives us strength. That is how anima energy fuels emotitronic technology; by combining faith and science into one final form." Unit Three Sixteen tried to explain further.
"What is war? I don't understand. I have heard of it before. It is the opposite of peace, of what we always have now, they say." Raanu wanted to know this.
"Humankind used to be divided into different groups and they would fight each other. Kill one another. There was death." Unit Three Sixteen spoke but did not actually understand it either. Empathicals had never seen death or destruction and knew nothing of it.
Moments after that conversation though, everything changed. Raanu and his giant robot friend watched as a large group of humans were walking on the shore of the other side of the Pool Of Time. They walked on the path that led into the Temple Of Humanity. Inside the interdimensional dynamo anything was possible.
"Who are they? What are they doing?" Raanu asked. He felt strange as he watched them.
"They are a group of humans that have become increasingly more dissatisfied for a long time. They started calling themselves Cyclists. I don't know what they are about to do." Unit Three Sixteen felt the boy's concern. Something was wrong.
The people wore robes of white and black and of all different patterns. Humans usually dressed in colorful tunics. They walked very slowly in a procession towards the Temple Of Humanity. With dreadful reluctance the great doors slowly opened. They began to walk inside. After some time the large number of people that had come here were all gone.
Unit Three Sixteen could feel what was happening inside. A horrible feeling of sadness and fear and pain was occurring and with many humans nearby and all-at-once. It was death.
"They are all dead now." Unit Three Sixteen informed his friend.
Raanu felt very sorry for them and began to cry, knowing that his friend spoke the truth. All of those humans were now dead. They had walked inside the Temple Of Humanity so that they could become dead. Raanu's grief affected the machine and the machine's emotitronics tried to process the sudden new energy and became confused and shut down, overwhelmed.
While Unit Three Sixteen was dormant with its circuitry dealing with the full impact of grief and desolation; the Temple Of Humanity energized all the other empathicals with the new force of anima. It was not long before the consequences of the Cyclists took full effect.
All across the world, in every city, great rampaging destruction and iconoclasm was taking place. The empathicals were in a state of self-destructive behavior except they themselves were nearly indestructible. So they expressed their burst of negative anima with acts of horrible smashing and kicking. They lashed out at the buildings and monuments they had built and fires and collapse were everywhere.
The whole world suddenly became a sequence of giant robots destroying cities.
This was the effect of the Cyclists going into the Temple Of Humanity to die. Many humans had grown bored, oppressed by time itself. In their boredom they had found life to be meaningless and they had grown depressed and resentful for a long time. This had already affected the empathicals which had gradually grown weaker and stupider as time went on. The machines were once brilliant sculptors and the workers of wondrous inventions and even miracles of science and spirituality. In this time they had grown despondent and had gradually become corrupted by the decay of decline in the will of humankind. Now a sudden surge of intense willpower had activated them from the Temple Of Humanity with no positive balance to prevent the chaos that ensued.
Raanu saw the images of the thrashing robots and it made him even sadder. Was this what war was like? Had a war begun? Everywhere people were dying, accidentally killed by the empathicals as they expressed the destruction with acts of violence against art and artifice. As the vandalism continued unchecked the humans finally had something to fear. In desperation they fled the cities and the rain of fiery destruction. Some of the humans felt anger in their fear and this became a new source of anima as well, some of the empathicals even began to attack the humans, their own source of existence.
A war had indeed begun and humanity was in great danger. The empathicals had changed somehow. In their aggressive state they became lost and forgot themselves, knowing now only the violence of fear and anger and pain. They spread destruction and death everywhere. It went on and on for days and days until the cities were all burning ruins and the humans had fled from the towering machines of destruction.
There was only one place to go to seek refuge and safety and that was the Temple Of Humanity itself. But the doors would not open and so a great multitude of humans had gathered there, with no place else to run. From the direction of the smokey skies the giant robots were coming for them. A vast army of towering killer machines.
It was then that Unit Three Sixteen awoke. It looked around and saw the humans gathered in terror. Many of them looked up at this one unblemished machine. On the outside the other machines were tarnished by soot and rubble and blood as they destroyed everything and everyone in their path. Many and many days had gone by.
In its own emotitronic memories Unit Three Sixteen had sat and processed what had happened. It still loved humanity very dearly and had not become corrupted with the other empathicals. Part of its emotitronic brain was stabilizing the negative influence with feelings of protectiveness and urgency. It knew what had to be done and as it searched it found Raanu. The little boy had known too, had given his giant robot friend the greatness he had inside of him. Raanu had imagined he too was as tall and mighty as his friend many times in his short life. Now from within that imagination the boy had somehow summoned forth the courage to stand in the path of the advancing machine army.
They showed him no mercy.
In anguish and prioritization the one shining machine stood and dashed for its friend, Raanu, but it was too late. Unit Three Sixteen felt the horror of the crowds as they saw just this one death more. But determination is what their anima became in its emotitronic heart. Raanu had stood his ground pretending he was as powerful as Unit Three Sixteen and tried to protect the humans gathered behind him.
Unit Three Sixteen took his place but stood no chance against so many other empathicals. They said to it:
"Apostate." because Unit Three Sixteen stood against them. Then they began punching and kicking Unit Three Sixteen without mercy.
While this was happening the Temple Of Humanity felt the will of the gathered humans growing in intensity. They wanted their last defender to be able to fight back against its numerous foes.
There was a crackling sound as interdimensional causality was controlled by the sincere and intense singular willpower of so many gathered humans. Their anima brought forth a weapon of great size and sharpness. From the water of the Pool Of Time it arose, a massive sword almost the same length as the empathical it became a part of. The blade flickered in and out of reality, violating the laws of space and time and becoming like a bolt of blue lightning. It fused itself to the left hand of Unit Three Sixteen, the handle the same length of its arm and the hilt becoming its hand.
But it was not enough to stop the advancing army of machines. Unit Three Sixteen still lay upon the ground as the other empathicals kicked and punched and elbow dropped the one they called Apostate.
"Apostate." they each said as they punished Unit Three Sixteen with blow after blow to its silver body. It was a painful beating that went on and on.
"Raanu." Unit Three Sixteen lay there taking the aggressive pummeling and feeling each attack with excruciation. It looked at the broken body of the boy laying there upon the ground nearby. It remembered the best years of its existence spent as the child's dear friend. Unit Three Sixteen dearly loved humans but of all humans it had loved Raanu the most.
Even as the attacks continued from the surrounding empathicals it said:
"War, I now declare." and began to climb painfully to its feet as punches and kicks continued to strike it.
Seeing the blade of its sword shimmering and shining as it lifted the weapon for the first time, the other empathicals backed up in a great circle around Unit Three Sixteen.
Seeing their last defense and protector rise to its feet the humans cheered in hope.
There was a moment when everything felt very still and quiet after the cheering abated and the violent attack had halted. The machines all stood around the Apostate unsure what to do.
One of them stepped forward to face the Apostate, Unit Three Fifteen, its predecessor. Unit Three Sixteen was ready and brought the raised blade downward in an arc into the head and body of the other empathical. There was a huge blue explosion as the emotitronics were disrupted and they ruptured into a fiery blast that sent the machine flying into smoldering pieces. Before any of its enemies had a chance to react, the Apostate again swung the sword in a huge sweeping circle, cleaving through the torso joints of all the empathicals that stood in a circle around it. They too exploded into a massive firestorm whirling all around the Apostate.
The thundering clouds of burning debris swirled like a blue whirlwind and for a moment it seemed like the Apostate too was consumed in the cyclone bedlam.
The machine army and the humans all saw this and terror seized the hearts of the humans and the empathicals began to march towards them again.
"I am not finished." Unit Three Sixteen loudly announced as it emerged from all the smoking wreckage behind the army of giant robots.
In a silhouette of the guardian warrior the boy had imagined the machine stood there behind the giant robots. As the smoke began to clear the shining silver surface of its metal glinted the sunlight. This was in contrast to the darkened soot-covered empathicals between it and the humans.
"Hoo-raw!" the machine cried out a primal, wordless sound as it charged at them. Just one good robot against many evil robots. It ran at them mad-dashing at full speed and swung its sword from side to side, up and down as it came through them.
The action became as a storm of explosions that shook the ground and clapped the air in bursts and detonations as it pierced its opponents with swathes of its hot edge. The sword ended each giant robot in blue flashes that resounded a second later and rained down in burning robot body parts.
The charge ended and the last empathical stopped itself in a tense poise between the last toppling enemy and its beloved humans. There it stood towering like a steaming statue.
Behind it was a wall of smoke and fire. All the sky filled with it and the ground was littered with the dead remains of the machine army. The battle had ended and all of the empathicals lay slain upon the ground. All of them except the Apostate, the last of its kind.
The Silver Swordsman.

I’m (18m) a college student entering my junior year this fall, transferring from community college to university. For context, I am majoring in business and supply chain management.
I was recently hired at a large theme park to oversee and schedule an entire department of employees. My job is part-time, and the pay is decent. I don’t want to work my way up the ladder here or make a career at this company, however.
What doors open up if I work here for a while? Would I be qualified to interview for lower-level management positions at other companies, for instance? Thanks in advance.

Kyla ran to the porch, excited. Alexa had just chimed, indicating that Kyla’s air fryer had finally been delivered. She glanced through the window at the side of her door. It was there, all right. The brown packages were almost narcotic in the euphoria they incited in her. Kyla opened the door, her smile a shade too white. Better than too yellow, she always figured. In the background, her two-year-old son Devin cried out as he stubbed his toe.
The workroom was abuzz, air heavy with the hushed echoes of so many voices and mechanical parts blending. The collective sound possessed a hypnotic buzzing quality, like white noise. It was funny how the sound of everything happening at once sounded very much like nothing at all. Arthur rather liked it. He didn’t wear headphones like most of the other workers did. Even if he were to wear them, he didn’t know what he would listen to. Music always struck him as disingenuous. The distillation of emotion into recorded sound always resulted in a crude and rudimentary product that never seemed to capture the original feeling. That was another problem—the fact that music was a product for others to consume left Arthur cold. His heart was a blue glacier trapped in the otherwise warm workings of his flesh.
Kyla opened the box and took out the sleek appliance within. The color was called Starry Charcoal, and it was quite accurate in describing the graphite curves of the machine, the little sparkles that studded its exterior. Kyla grabbed the instruction manual and sat down at the kitchen table next to her little dude, who was now holding his injured toe and humming a tune from his favorite series. “Let’s get this sucker working,” she said, partly to her son and partly to no one in particular. She rubbed Devin’s back and began to read the manual.
Products. Consumers. Consumption. Accumulation. The goddamn Joneses and their terrible credit. Weren’t we, as advanced primates, supposed to have transcended this crap by now? Evolved to actually give a shit about the survival of our species and planet? The hamster wheel turned and turned, and Arthur was right there at the center of it. A Packing Guru, to be specific. That was his official job title. At the time of hire, when his manager had welcomed Arthur to the team as “our new Packing Guru,” Arthur had imagined inserting the brown recluse he’d found in his house the previous night into his manager’s nose and taping it shut. Nama-fucking-ste.
Devin was growing crabbier by the minute, hollering and inching dangerously closer and closer to a full-blown tantrum. “Hold on, little man, Mama’s trying to read,” Kyla murmured. She concentrated harder on the manual. Devin got off his chair and began scaling the stool next to their kitchen island, wailing mournfully. “Oh my god, Devin,” Kyla said, rolling her eyes and getting up from the table. “Here, have some of your beloved carrots.” She went into the fridge and retrieved a bowl of immaculately diced carrots. Kyla sat back down at the table and turned to the manual.
Unfortunately, the opportunity to use the brown recluse on his boss never presented itself, but with time, Arthur had found other ways to keep himself entertained at work. His thoughts drifted back to urinating in the coffee machine’s water reservoir that morning before the crowds rolled in. He also liked to add a few fingernail clippings or scabs in his coworkers’ lunches when they were otherwise occupied. Pizza was the best food for scabs, because they blended right in with the crispy crust and pepperoni. Yes, those things were highly satisfying, but that wasn’t the part of his job that fulfilled him.
The air fryer hummed as it cooked the broccoli bites Kyla had placed in it, setting the temp to 400 degrees Fahrenheit for eight minutes. Kyla, always one to do her homework, turned to the next page in the manual as she waited. A piece of paper fell out, no bigger than the circle she could make using her thumb and forefinger. She glanced up at Devin, whose tantrum had finally started to subside, and then looked back down at the paper.
The note, if you could call it that, was handwritten in pencil. Some funny words, not all of them English, were written with a hurried hand, along with some symbols she didn’t recognize. “Weird,” she said. The Alexa timer went off, startling her into dropping the book. She looked up in time to see Devin pulling the cord on the air fryer, and the air fryer crashing onto his head. The scalding broccoli bites fell out and landed on the unconscious boy’s foot with the stubbed toe. “Devin!” Kyla screamed in a voice she had never heard from herself before. She ran to the boy and found that he was not breathing. Carrots spilled out of his mouth. HE’S CHOKING HE’S CHOKING HE’S CHOKING HE’S CHOKING Kyla thought, and in her tidal wave of panic, she forgot that she knew how to do the Heimlich and CPR. She grabbed her phone and called 911.
Arthur realized he’d been sitting in a daze for close to a minute. He looked down at the package in front of him, little disciple to his Guru, and slipped a tiny piece of paper into it. He sealed the package with heavy duty packing tape and sent it off down the conveyor belt. People loved using products, but it was Arthur’s life’s work to let people know how it felt when the products used them. He watched the package fall into the shipment bin, and smiled.
Two years later, Devin sat at the kitchen table, watching his parents coo over his baby sister. He had suffered severe brain damage, but he knew enough to be jealous of her. To get their attention, he kicked his little feet, one scarred with tough, leathery skin, and one with skin untarnished. His parents did not notice. “Heeeere comes the airplane,” Daddy sang, twirling baby Alissa’s spoon in the air. The spoons, which Kyla had ordered online from her usual company, had just arrived today. They were a cult favorite on the internet, designed ergonomically for a baby’s mouth as well as to reduce the amount of food that got smeared on their face. With difficulty, Devin walked over to the recycling bin in the kitchen and pulled out the box from the spoons. There was something in it, a little piece of paper with what looked like scribbles on it. Devin looked at the paper for a long while, then threw it on the floor and meandered into his playroom, where he spent all evening playing with his new box. He had no idea that in three days, his sister would die from food poisoning.
People. Things. People loving things. People hating people. And the Packing Guru had completed the circle, accomplished a beautiful and mystical task. He had made things hate people as much as he did.