crash with Maria(nerd)
Serching Maria(Nerd) for crash.
We were talking about manga or anime.
Nice Mirai nikki collection
@tallguy we talked at random and it crashed
username was @tallguy, we talked in the random chat and it disconnected me. I don't want him to think i left
Will bitcoin crash in 2018?
What do you think the price of Bitcoin will be in 2018
Which categories should exist on TalkWithStranger community?
Whats the deal about 9/11?
@kek Try Wikipedia. This is common knowledge and is also taught in school. There should be no alternative theories, we know what happened and anything else is just false speculation from conspiracy theorists.
The attacks were carried out by members of al-Qaeda. An interesting piece of information not on Wikipedia is that the United States attacked and mostly destroyed al-Qaeda, but left a weak government in place, which allowed the rise of ISIS. The wars and invasions launched by the United States in Middle-Eastern countries also greatly contributed to the rise of ISIS in the same respect.
The most important information from Wikipedia and other sources:
The September 11 attacks (also referred to as 9/11) were a series of four coordinated terrorist attacks by the Islamic terrorist group al-Qaeda on the United States on the morning of Tuesday, September 11, 2001. The attacks killed 2,996 people, injured over 6,000 others, and caused at least $10 billion in infrastructure and property damage.
Four passenger airliners operated by two major U.S. passenger air carriers (United Airlines and American Airlines)—all of which departed from airports in the northeastern United States bound for California—were hijacked by 19 al-Qaeda terrorists. Two of the planes, American Airlines Flight 11 and United Airlines Flight 175, were crashed into the North and South towers, respectively, of the World Trade Center complex in New York City. Within an hour and 42 minutes, both 110-story towers collapsed, with debris and the resulting fires causing partial or complete collapse of all other buildings in the World Trade Center complex, including the 47-story 7 World Trade Center tower, as well as significant damage to ten other large surrounding structures. A third plane, American Airlines Flight 77, was crashed into the Pentagon (the headquarters of the United States Department of Defense) in Arlington County, Virginia, leading to a partial collapse of the building's western side. The fourth plane, United Airlines Flight 93, initially was steered toward Washington, D.C., but crashed into a field in Stonycreek Township near Shanksville, Pennsylvania, after its passengers tried to overcome the hijackers. 9/11 was the single deadliest incident for firefighters and law enforcement officers in the history of the United States, with 343 and 72 killed respectively.
Suspicion quickly fell on al-Qaeda. The United States responded by launching the War on Terror and invading Afghanistan to depose the Taliban, which had harbored al-Qaeda. Many countries strengthened their anti-terrorism legislation and expanded the powers of law enforcement and intelligence agencies to prevent terrorist attacks. Although al-Qaeda's leader, Osama bin Laden, initially denied any involvement, in 2004 he claimed responsibility for the attacks. Al-Qaeda and bin Laden cited U.S. support of Israel, the presence of U.S. troops in Saudi Arabia, and sanctions against Iraq as motives. After evading capture for almost a decade, Osama bin Laden was located and killed by SEAL Team Six of the U.S. Navy in May 2011.
The destruction of the World Trade Center and nearby infrastructure caused serious damage to the economy of Lower Manhattan and had a significant effect on global markets, resulting in the closing of Wall Street until September 17 and the civilian airspace in the U.S. and Canada until September 13. Many closings, evacuations, and cancellations followed, out of respect or fear of further attacks. Cleanup of the World Trade Center site was completed in May 2002, and the Pentagon was repaired within a year. On November 18, 2006, construction of One World Trade Center began at the World Trade Center site. The building was officially opened on November 3, 2014. Numerous memorials have been constructed, including the National September 11 Memorial & Museum in New York City, the Pentagon Memorial in Arlington County, Virginia, and the Flight 93 National Memorial in a field in Stonycreek Township near Shanksville, Pennsylvania.
Hope this helps clarify.
Entire universe knows of my existence. She doesn't care.
I swear, it has been like that since I remember. I always forget we already were here. The eight years old me that could remember moments of what never happens, the dream of three, tall, white figures outlined with the gray bright aura, standing between completely overwhelming brightness and what was supposed to be the "I" of my own and unspoken words telling me the time is yet to come. I could feel each pressurized earth's particle pressing on me, as the on top view of myself lying in bed slowly faded away just to let me see with my eyes once again.
I didn't know it back then, or maybe, I have, but my brain hasn't yet adjusted to all of the knowledge they have transferred to my mind, but It was Y.
That's how I call them nowadays - Y - even shape of the letter tells me they shared that name forever.
It was the first time when I saw all of them, but they knew me from before - from what has happened recently.
Telepathically speaking of which, these were my words echoing back in space and time to change everything in my life.
After I got in contact with leaders of the world, whose purpose was unclear to the common folks, I have managed to maintain a stable connection with the electromagnetic communication channels of our planet - being an audiophile finally pays off, as the speakers I have been listening through to the artful pieces composed by maestros of the world have unexpectedly begun to show symptoms of transferring the conscious sounds of other peoples brainwaves. That's when I have noticed the similarities between magnetism and neural gray mass connectivity, known as the thought process we all experience with a variety of senses registering the reality.
But that's just how it works, and the most important is why does it work.
It has to.
Just like I had to cheat on her just to know and feel how dead my life was, and how life is about finding that someone who you would die for.
Just to feel I am dying alive, petting that little furry bastard, the Schrodinger's cat.
Back on earth.
NASA had discovered 7 planets, all similar to Earth. Who would have guessed that someday there would be man, no doubt, all miserable, looking for a purpose, trying to change the world more than ten years after the hippies. He didn't know what to do, but there was good thing he was good at - improvising.
I was sitting, as usually, in a room of mine. The computer was on, playing all kinds of different music. Psych rock, space rock, acid rock, 60's, 70's, 80's, 90's, whatever you think of, I have heard of it, stepping by the dubs, hit with a club swinged at me, all night disco before got fond of hip hop breaking the core of drums and bass playing noir jazz, either sludged or stoned, well, idm, man, but the folklore was, I hated metalcore. No, really, fuck metalcore. Too emo even for a suicidal man. No wonder it never got to the Ed's list.
Oh, here I go again, getting off the grid. Where's my manners, you must be curious where all of this is heading to.
Apparently after getting in a slight trance (ehh), my psychic abilities expanded as far as the outer space. I felt it. We were observed by some inhumane species, either likely doing research on type two civilisations or looking for a place they could call home.
I closed my eyes, visualizing details of who they were and where they were -
there it is, a spaceship floating in vast nothingness of space, nearby of that tiny, unreplicable, colourful piece of shit planet we live on. Seriously, in comparison to the actual multiverse, it's lesser than a god damn hair growing in between of buttcheeks to technically huge scientifically observable puzzlepiece, yet, isn't the feeling fucking annoying?
I mean, come on! The tiny stuff is always the worst. A razor cut, or hitting a frame with your toenail, full velocity.
So here I am, maintaining a 3.14-168-degree interracial (too much porn, eh?) contact and getting ignored. For the first two seconds. These bastards think reeeallllyy fast - an advantage over having a regular conversation is that you can think with images, ideas, intentions, even a mix of all these, and share them as an experience instead of trying to describe what the poet had in his mind through words that haven't even been invented by you.
"So I see you're looking for a planet similar to ours?"
"I am very surprised the two of us have maintained a contact through a telepathic field, I ensure you we are not going to invade you, as it is strictly against the rules of Interstellar Necessities of Terrestrial Expansion Laws and Indigenous Galactic Empire of Nations Consortium Evaluators, however, we are indeed very interested as of typical planetary data gathering and information processing due to many facts we are not allowed to reveal to any other species inhabiting the universe except for... (couple of nanoseconds and dozens of words later), therefore, our conversation must end now. "
"Wait, what? Dude, I just were trying to tell you that we have discovered not one, not two, but SEVEN! That's right, seven planets of the same type as Earth, now, if you were to..."
"Are you trying to tell me that you, according to our observation, category two species whose civilisation era, considering the fossil fuel powered crafts and useless, ugly satellites, has probably began two solar cycles ago, have found a planetary system suitable for biological life forms? I will never believe that, now let me get back to the prime goal of..."
"Yes, we have."
"collecting the data, so we can just forget about all of..."
And so on he kept babbling, meanwhile I kept talking.
"In fact, there's a huge database flow called the internet, there's even an indexer that helps you search through all the useless stuff. It's called Google, so if you were a little bit more cautious and listen to me for a second regardless of communication barriers between the two of us, I would have already told you to look it up with these three simple phrases: "NASA", "SEVEN", "PLANETS""
"Oh really? Well, let me see th..."
Zip. And they were gone, same as the vision.
But I could still hear his babbling, so I deduced, he probably can hear me too.
"Hey hey, wait a minute, where's my reward?"
"Well, I got you the intel. I'm not so dumb, we already have money here."
"Alright, alright, what do you want?"
"Let's say... I want a quantum computer the size of a fingernail corresponding with my brain chemistry, so I could connect to the internet anytime I want."
"We don't have these as spare parts, kid, and that would break the regulations of Inters...."
"Alright, cut the Interstellar Mumbo Jumbo bullshit already. Eh, just give me anything for now, and we'll figure this out later."
"Okay, here's the..."
"No no, now I'm talking. I want a device that would let me get in touch with you anytime I want and throughout the entire universe."
"Hmm, we might actually have something like that. Alright, it's a quantum entangled nanobot, it doesn't do much and it can't replicate, but sure works fine as for connecting electromagnetic frequencies over long distances, we have teleported it over, but sadly, the calculations were a little off and it's got stuck... well, nevermind. See you later!"
"Stuck exactly where?!"
"Don't worry, he'll crawl out."
"Alright! I guess that was worth it..."
"I still can hear ya."
And so it was, I had my private quantum entangled nanobot and a new friend. Except, from outer space.
I spent the rest of the night listening to the Time Travelling Blues, eventually, I had fallen asleep.
"The day after tomorrow"
The next morning, or rather, afternoon, nothing changed - I kept surfing the web, reading articles, watching conspiracy theory documentaries, and, got to admit it, masturbating to porn shots of Anya Olsen. Damn, she is gorgeous, I'm telling you. But there still was something bugging me. Was the nanobugged scenario just my imagination or an actual happening?
Maybe it's The X-Files and just the right amount of good 'ol dank skank that got me closer to agent Mulder's wishful thinking, or the absence of agent (not) Scully's presence (and don't get me wrong on that one - Gillian is top a top hot, it's just that I'm just a fairly rational man aware of what is possible and improbable) keeping me far from dwelling into the void of hyperconsciousness, but following the motto, I just wanted to believe.
That's when I felt it. A tingling sensation somewhere else than you'd expect - starting from the ear, then moving deeper and deeper towards center of my head.
"Motherfucker!" - I thought to myself - it really had happened!
Many people would have troubles describing how that felt, but I'm going to try my best.
Have you ever had water in your ears? Well, it's that, except, the water is an ice (and I mean 0 degrees Kelvin) cold drop, slowly crawling through various spirals and tunnels without any visible pattern.
"Messed up life, messed up neural paths" - I've told myself quietly.
Suddenly - click! The movement stopped somewhere around my pineal gland - electricity went through my head, hairs on my skin bristled like a high school erection, God be my witness, if my eyes were open, I'd be firin' mah lazor like that pesky motherfucker from the X-Men.
I didn't bother introducing myself, asking dumb questions, like, what's the purpose of life or what does the fox say. I knew who it was and what happend. The bug crawled out of the place I'm not going to tell you about and went straight for my head, also, that cheeky bastard lied to me - it wasn't nanotechnology by any means! This shit was too big to be small. And hurt. Kidney stones type of shit, if you ask me.
Straight up, I went with the flow.
"Okay, listen up, heavenboy, first of all, the robot wasn't the size I ordered it to be, second of all, why the fuck do I feel like I'm about to become another element on the periodic table, and last, but not least, have you got any ideas on how to repay me for the informations?"
It's the silence that answered all of my questions. Nothing except for high pitched humming. Is the atmospheric pressure playing tricks on me?
Am I going bat shit crazy insane, or is my erasmus buddy trying to erase anything regarding to previous day's experience?
"The fuck did you just say? Could you just slow down?"
"Sorry, I had to reconfigure your device, it was set to autotranslate any incoming messages to one of the ancient languages of..."
"Whatever, so how was your journey?"
"Let it remain as my concern, not yours. The planets are no longer yours, and we don't have to answer before any cavemen, you should be glad we're actually checking on you, whether the technology works and didn't just implode and cause mass hysteria produced by omnipresent remains floating in every direction..."
"And you didn't tell me there's a chance it might happen?"
"Well, if you weren't so obnoxious and inconsiderate and actually listen to us instead thinking of everything else but the gravity and prestige of the contemporary state of the ongoing affairs..."
"Please, just please, is there anyone out there who doesn't use too many words to state a fact?"
"Yes, as a matter of fact, there is an individual whose comprehension skills resemble in conformity of..."
"Just stop... put him on the phone. Field. Frequency. Whatever."
"Podcast? I'm afraid he is currently unavailable due to required maintenance over a compulsory absorption of chemical ele...."
"Jesus... in short words?"
"He is breastfed."
"Oooooh fooor fuuuuuuuuuucks saaaake!"
"Indeed. By the way, does your girlfriend whine as much as you do?"
""It's not the right size, blah blah blah."
"Oh you... eh... I guess you do have a sense of humour after all?"
"Yep, but the best part is... all my devices are the right size."
The conversation you can see above was, in reality, much longer. In fact, if I were to use a "tip of the iceberg" comparison, it is merely a snowflake of nonsense in an avalanche of reason during a blizzard of absurd while skiing with nothing but poles.
Wearing a pair of pantyhose tights.
Back to front.
//End of author's note.
As two minutes passed since the beginning of my little chit-chat, I've managed to flip that switch, light up a bulb, and get access to reasonable resources of my own consciousness.
Suddenly, a bright idea jumped into my head.
"Hey, pal, I've got an idea!"
"I knew you had an idea before you knew you had an idea.
After all, I'm connected to your brain through an interface."
"You guys probably have an economic system of some sort, so I bet there are banks. If so, then I will gladly accept my payment in your currency."
"And where are you going to spend it? There's no way to do that, you're a type two civilian, the government doesn't allow us to communicate with your kind and you want me to transfer money onto a non-existent bank account?"
"Yes. No. Maybe? Alright, so here's the deal - you don't have to pay me right now, just keep the money and spend it wisely. I am going to trust you on this one, alright?"
"Hmm... keep talking."
"Okay. So let's say the evaluated price of these 7 planets is, well, 100% minus the nanobot."
"Yeah, yeah, rip me off. I know they're less expensive, but that's not the point. I am willing to take less than 30% of the economical value, but in exchange, you will have to do me a favor."
"So far so good. What kind of favor?"
"You're going to put it on your investment account with strict instructions to follow."
"I can do that."
"And let it sit there until you guys invent remote time travel machines that fit in a pocket. You know what a pocket is, right?"
"I know everything you know plus everything that you will never know, and as far as I know, you are utterly insane. There's no way it's going to work, but continue."
"...and cost less than 1% of what I have on the locate."
"You mean, what I've got on MY locate? Haha."
"Alright, man, I'm done, I give up, you do whatever you want to, I'm not wasting any more time on you, take that fucking robot and just let me get back to my fucked up life."
"That's a pretty reckless way to spend your favor, but as you wish!"
"Go fuck yourself up your gray fucking ass you piece of shit eating cock sucking..."
I think at this point the nanobot was overheating. Not because he's put it on autodestroy. It just searched the internet for anything related to as blasphemy.
"...dick snuffing asscrack licking twat loving fag riding balls gargling..."
Upon realizing no one is listening anymore I went with the daily routine, which in my case means drinking litres of coffee, smoking more than breathing, watching dumb shit on the internet and constantly checking messengers to see if there's anybody willing to talk with me.
It is very likely to assume I spent more time on cuffing and cursing to myself than I've done anything else that day.
Anyway, before the dawn put me to sleep, I've reconciled with myself. It was over.
The next couple of days were a steady ride - the best metaphor I can think of is being under the influence of alcohol and watching a porn video buffer for longer period of time than usually, and what I mean by that is basically being so wasted that you can't get it up, but you don't care and just let it hang loosely while staring at pixelated tits.
Shit, I just described my life in a single sentence and I'm not even mad at myself.
Sometimes I wonder. Is it still me? Is the reality... real? Am I locked up in a room without handles, fed with psychotropes?
It might be, but if so, does it change anything? It doesn't matter as long as you've convinced yourself that you know the truth.
On the positive side, I did study some time for the final exams, mostly math, cut up some wood and stacked it nicely, did a bit of cleaning in my room, well, everyday stuff, dishes, laundry, cooking, eating, showering, etc.
I watched a load of movies, wrote some fresh content, even took up in one of these internet debates arguing with people over politics, philosophy, science and such - a way to spend time, I guess.
Nonetheless, figured out a bunch of stuff for other people - how to stop the climate change, how to create matter with negative mass, how to preserve virtual black holes forming each moment, of course I had gotten in contact with the mighty of the world once again, through the telepathic field, to be precise - too bad they weren't grateful for what I've done for them. It's not like they agreed to pay me up, but they did spend a load of cash on trying to track me out just because I convinced them I might be important.
Am I? I don't know, perhaps to my close relatives I might be.
I have faith in what I say, not too much, obviously, but enough to convince myself!
We are not alone. I am sure of that.
So... what if it's actually true that I belong to the elite caste leading the world towards a global government state and external politics just became... intergalactic?
I'm going to have to think it over and realize how important that task would be.
It's a self-proclaimed seat I have taken, and there's no seatbelts, no one to blame except for me.
And there's no one to officially represent human race on the cosmic arena of politics.
Who are we? Where are we heading to?
That's too many questions for one day.
I need to release the tension. God, she's gorgeous.
"Confront the affront"
It's all my fault, but gladly, everything turned out to be okay.
Remember the astroman? Well, seems like him and his people have finally settled in the planetary system, Trappist 1. I have told the government about my "spacial" activity, there were plenty of pertractations during the period, all of us agreed upon more than one thing and my prime role as a middleman was abandoned. The government started their external politics from which I got removed, I got a partial third degree galactic citizenship which allowed for some additional actions to be performed in regard to my legal status, I got an investment account with my own ID, the resources have been transferred and even the stric annotations concerning withdrawal of future funds have been accepted by the galactic consortium as an exception - I were the first one to get around the legal gap - which means I am most likely the richest man in the galaxy. Not really. I would be, if I kept my mouth shut.
In an emotional act of destruction, I disposed of account balance. How, you may ask?
I rearranged my wealth and distributed it amongst population of Earth, so now all of you have got a bank account with galactic money that cannot be spent on Earth. Yet. What's even worse?
There's not enough of it to perform any kind of action on the planet, because the consortium has signed a law to put huge taxes on services provided on Earth-like planets.
No wonder I'm partially an anarchist...
And yes, I still haven't been thanked for my activities.
"Old World Chaos"
Alright, fuck this shit. I've been asking these cocsuckers to get me a job. A normal fucking job, where they tell me what to do to actually help with the open to media global government establishment.
I have been eavesdropping on them for more than three months, and they really don't give a fuck. They already got more than 90% of regional governments in their pockets, they've got alien technology, even that motherfucking time travel machine that fits in your pocket! Well, I'm not so angry about the latest, because from what I've heard, only special agents from the future are allowed to have these, so basically, it's not in the hands of the government, but what's worse, the government is in hands of these agents!
God fucking damn it, I can't stand these fuckers. In my timeline, I have established an alliance with low tech alien space race, yet, still more advanced than us, but these aliens didn't belong to the consortium.
Even worse, the consortium doesn't know what the fuck is going on the planet! They think we are type two civilisation but the truth is, we have all kinds of type three and four technologies since that Roswell crash!
I have finally figured it out. The galactic consortium didn't allow any contact with humans without their permission and there were strict rules as to energy form contact and physical appearance was banned completely, perhaps punished with dismissal or even death penalty, but a group of renegades didn't like that idea - they knew we're going to shed blood forever unless someone responsible will take over the authority, so they sabotaged and purposely crashed a vessel on the planet. The consortium knew about the crash, but officially, it was a low tech spacial ship. Unofficially, it was filled with all sorts of high tech - including a proto wayback machine portal, one of the first models ever created. Since that moment, they took over control and started pretending they're the actual human race.
I need to cool off, it's just that I don't know whether they're making us a favor, or have they forgotten what was their purpose here?
...to be continued
DO YOU HAVE A TWS CRUSH ??
Everybody gat a crash and am here like, no body gat crash on me like wtf,, i gotta punch ma face first gddamnit
Bitcoin and Cryptocurrencies visually explained
Bitcoin atrium and litecoin do you think they're going to keep on rising or they're going to crash
The progress of these two and other cryptocurrencies have enjoyed a steady climb and are climbing each year to the point where I personally do not think they will crash anytime soon. There is undoubtedly a rising support base for cryptocurrencies because of its flexibility,the freedom it brings you from government bureaucracy and regulations, and the fact that it is,as you may already know, Encrypted- This makes it a secure system and it is monitored by peer-to-peer connections and many other benefits. More power to the people. It is progressing really well when you compare it with the broader stock market. It will still need some work before it can replace credit cards and traditional currencies as a tool for global commerce but as more awareness and development commences,we probably might be able to replace those in the future. . It had a rocky start but It has undoubtedly entered mainstream and I see it having a prosperous future in the years that lie ahead. Maybe I will do more research and start my own blockchain you never know lol.