Within the past two years I was diagnosed with anxiety, which was expected because it runs in my father’s side of the family. I’m 22 now, and I honestly feel like I may have OCD. The cause of my anxiety is specifically intrusive thoughts, (TRIGGER WARNING) things like “what if ____ did ______ to me as a child and that’s why I do ______” hearing sirens and thinking “what if i harmed someone and I just forgot” shaking on my couch for days because I thought I could be a serial killer in the making, or a p*dophile for having the most vile random thought, having my roommate hide all the pills in my house because I was afraid I would swallow the entire bottle even though I don’t want to. I’ve had thoughts like this since I was a child. I would see another child get throw up and refuse to eat because I thought I was going to get sick also, I wouldn’t want to be in the vicinity of anyone else that was sick because I was afraid of contracting a serious illness, causing me to develop a habit of washing my hands even when I don’t need to that has stuck to this day, along with problems like my outside clothes cannot touch any of my furniture or inside clothes, or they will immediately be dirty. I’m not sure about it because I don’t seem to have the compulsion aspect, or I don’t have it that I’m aware of? Usually what I do is scour the internet for answers, or avoid whatever it is that’s bothering me. I know no one can diagnose me unless they are a medical professional, but is this sort of thinking/behavior common for anxiety, or should I talk to my therapist about possibly having OCD?

Today marks a year for me. I've lost 160 lbs, which is 20 pounds more than I originally planned on and what the program predicted. My weight has been the same for the past 4 months, which is genuinely shocking for me considering my typical diet.
I really feel like I don't eat that well. Today I had about 2800 calories, which is probably 500 more than typical. I used to eat closer to 4000 calories before the surgery. (I'm built like a lineman). I'm not having any alcohol today, but I do about 50% of the time, which is what I did before the surgery (much less than before, I get tipsy very quick and also sober up pretty quick). I like to eat slider foods (crackers, popcorn, chips) but I do get my protein, vitamins, and water.
I had a followup with a program doc and they asked diet questions and I vaguely described the good things I do eat and a little of the bad. I'm pretty sure if I kept up eating like the program dictated I'd lose another 50 lbs, but I feel no need to be that skinny. Makes me question the typical goals of the program. I'm betting quite a few people eat poorly like I do but it's like the elephant in the room for bariatric outcomes.
Overall I feel like the program catered to the lowest common denominator. Which isn't necessarily a problem, I guess, but it can be annoying. For instance, the prohibition on fizzy drinks seems to be rooted in an attempt to prevent people from drinking their calories. An honorable goal, but lying to people about stretching their stomach out is not cool in my book. Just put the facts on the table. Lacroix isn't a problem unless it's uncomfortable for you. But they don't say that. The vitamin requirements were the same for RNY and VSG but a VSG has better vitamin absorption than other types. No differentiation.
Overall, I am incredibly happy I went with the surgery. Maybe in another year I'll look back on this post and laugh at how stupid I was as I gain 50 lbs back... 😬 I doubt it, but I'm open to being wrong.

So, I have a confession to make. I'm a contester. I'm not ashamed of this. While I'm in a confessing mood, I'll also mention that I've not participated in many contests in the past few years. This is not for the want of desire, but for the lack of motivation to fix things in my shack that are fundamentally broken.
On the weekend I participated in a local contest. I took part for six hours, got on-air and made noise, made about 30 contacts, had a ball. I wasn't playing to win, though I did use the opportunity to refresh and hone some of my rusty skills.
The next day I spent much too long converting my log into something that the contest organiser asked for. I also discovered that there was a duplicate entry in my log, not something which I'd expect with only so few contacts, but a reflection on the tool I was using to create my log.
I started writing down what I learnt from the experience, operating from my own shack, documenting what worked and what didn't.
I commented on several things relevant to me, but to give you a flavour, my operator position is terrible because I'm logging on my main computer and the radio is side-on when I'm facing the computer. The sun was shining directly into my eyes when facing the computer. Holding a microphone I didn't have hands-free, I still don't have an auto-keyer to save my voice, my foot pedal didn't work and my data interface was on loan to another amateur.
As I said, these things are specific to me.
Logging was worse.
It didn't quite bring me to tears, but as the contest went on, it became a problem. I started to write down what was wrong with the tool I was using with a view to submitting patches to fix it when I realised that it wasn't actually built as a contesting logging tool, so I stopped and instead started writing a new list, one that describes what a good contesting tool looks like. It builds on a decade of using different tools and participating in contests in all manner of different situations, from special portable event activations, through to the annual top-tier contests run from a purpose built contest station and everything in between.
So, what does the ideal contesting tool look like, for me?
It needs to be cross platform, as-in, I should be able to use it on whatever computer I have access to, my Linux workstation, a Macintosh Laptop, an Android phone or tablet and while I'm at it, Windows and iOS and I think it should be able to run on a Raspberry Pi. In other words, there shouldn't be a situation where you cannot run the tool because you have some random combination of operating system or CPU that the developer doesn't support.
It must be open source. By that I mean, the code should be available to the entire community. There are too many stories of great tools dying or being held hostage by individuals or small groups. The tool should continue to exist and be usable regardless of the participation of the original developer. Users should be able to fix things, add functionality, change themes, whatever.
You should be able to customise it because not every contest needs the same information. For example, the John Moyle Memorial Field Day, a contest run every year during March in Australia requires that VHF and UHF contacts record the maidenhead locator, a four or six character message that designates the location of the station. This is used to calculate distance between two stations and award points accordingly. Such a requirement isn't needed in most other contests.
Some contests are considered friendly contests, like the Remembrance Day contest in August. It's common to exchange your name, details about your station and have a chat. You'd be unpopular if you used that approach for the Oceania DX, the CQ World Wide or the CQ WPX contests. In other words, some fields are expected for some contests, but not for others.
The tool needs to be able to show if a contact is valid by whatever means the rules for a particular contest decide. It needs to automatically log the time, keep track of previous entries and know about the super check partial list to validate partial callsigns.
The user needs to be able to use either a keyboard or mouse, or both, to do all the common contesting data entry. No dependency on crazy keyboard shortcuts, no requirement to click the mouse to make an entry, in other words, the tool needs to be able to get out of the way of the contester.
I think it needs to have a plug-in system to accommodate different rules and it needs to be able to export data in whatever format the contest organiser expects.
You should be able to use it without needing to be connected to the internet during the contest, it should be easy to update and have the ability to keep a station log for all the contacts ever made.
It would be great if it could also import existing logs so you can start to consolidate older logs.
Having spent quite some time looking for such a tool and failing, I've come to the conclusion that there's only one thing for it, I'm going to have to write my own tool and it would be great if you could help by sharing your opinion on the matter.
At this point I'm looking for suggestions on what you think is needed for a great contesting tool. I realise that for some, pen and paper is sufficient, and I'm not trying to dissuade you from using that, I've used it myself on more than one occasion, rather, I'm asking if you can think of things that it should do out of the box, things that are basic functionality that you would like to see as part of the design.
You can find the project on my vk6flab GitHub page, comment on Reddit, or you can drop me an email, [email protected].
Look forward to hearing from you.
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I understand it to be any dc film after mos that was written/made to connect and contribute to his films. Therefore, besides his films, that would be ww and ss. Thats it. Snyder departs in 2017 before jl is released and so everything after (i would argue this is obvious based off of plot/tone/contradiction) are not snyderverse.
My problem is it seems no one especially casual or non snyder fans seem to understand/believe this. I keep hearing narratives like gunn will end the snyderverse or black adam would save the snyderverse and i just dont get it. It was over in 2017. I hate how popular it is to attribute DCs struggles to snyder when hes been gone for 6 years. If black adam was a hit and cavil came back idgaf its still not the snyderverse. Flash is not the snyderverse aquaman was not snyderverse
Anyway just curious what you guys think the term means and how you use it

This is a bit of a cry for help and a venting post, so will appreciate any help here.
To start, I have 3 male friends/coworkers who I am very close to who are also gamers. I find myself really lucky as I have known them for over 4 years and we never had any moments where things were inappropriate, in fact they have been very good at calling out problems in gaming, toxic males and oversexualasation of female characters. Each of us have their own set of favourite games, and sometimes our tastes not always match, but we get on with it and treat others with respect. This post is about one of them, I will just call him James to make things easier. Not sure if it is relevant, but all of them are older then me but James is not the oldest.
Me and James have a lot of games in common. Both of us enjoy and occasionally are playing coop or talking about games we are excited about. James is very considerate about having diversity in games and having girl gamers and LGBTQ+ community to be treated fairly and equally, which is honestly great to see. However, recently, it feels like he is going a bit overboard.
Now let me explain what I mean. Occasionally when we talk about games I share some facts about games or studios especially if those are specific to my country. Like to take Metro games as example I was mentioning how English Voice over and subtitles have not been translated correctly in some parts and a lot of side content kinda goes "missing" because of it and have also mentioned some references that you might not be aware of if you are not from Slavic country. However after I have shared something with James, James immediately says that he will check with his friend (who is also his ex who has transitioned) as they are a part of Discord channel and will ask, so I am just like wtf why you need to ask your friend about something I have told you that I know because I am literally a native speaker and from the country? Like James is not only doing it to me, but to others too and we are all lost at how to react as it sounds absolutely ridiculous at some times. Like other friends was sharing tips how to play a game he has been playing for decades and got exactly the same answer?
Any idea how to address it without sounding like an asshole?

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First and foremost this is not a TRT diss just read it all.
I’m 23, got on TRT months ago, first 2 months were terrible for me mentally, after I upped my dose to 100mg split 50 mg twice a week started feeling better and felt motivated and and more energy.
The problem is the one thing that has not left me is my anxiety, it’s like no matter what my anxiety stops me from doing anything, from going outside to working out too hard because I’m afraid of something happening to me. I’m always anxious it just seems to overpower anything.
I understand that TRT is not a cure all but my T was always below normal and yes there could’ve been improvements before hopping on but I’m mainly speaking on the anxiety portion of it ruling my life no matter what I seem to do. I want to solve my anxiety problems so I can move on with my life.
My anxiety has literally kept me inside and just afraid to do things for years now and I think getting on T is what made me realize I really need to get my shit together, and I’m wondering if I should start taking an SSRI or something because I’m at my tipping point.
Can anybody advise me on what I should do and if it’s a common thing for people on TRT to be on those kinds of drugs because I’m losing all hope.
Tl;dr Started trt months ago in hopes of being able to overcome anxiety but anxiety lingers and stops me from being able to live a life. Always been a bit a hypochondriac, agoraphobic, obsessive individual and wondering if I should get on anxiety meds

Hi, I am in desperate need for some outside input on if i am in the wrong in this situation because it has been putting me under immense stress and worry.
I, (20F) have a stepsister (20F) who has just given birth to her newborn baby in February of this year. Our blended family has always been close ever since my mom married in 2017. This is why, it is such an issue that I have not even once visited or seen my newborn niece, and I do not really plan to.
Some context as to why this is the case… My stepsister is 20 years old, and her now husband and baby daddy, is 47 years old. He is older than her own dad. Even more upsetting, is that this man used to be my stepsister and I’s science teacher in MIDDLE SCHOOL. The two of them got together whenever my stepsister was 19, and she soon got pregnant and married to him within a year. This man also kicked out his own wife to move my stepsister into his house, and has two daughters, one of which is older than my stepsister (22).
At first, my family was shocked at the two of them dating. My stepdad, her father, was furious. Eventually over time, things sort of simmered down, it was a situation where they end up saying, “She is a legal adult and can do whatever she pleases.”
I, however, have been completely and utterly uncomfortable with the entire ordeal since the very beginning. I was a victim of childhood trauma from the ages of 7 to 11, from a male who was at the time was in a position of power over me. And it would be an understatement to say that seeing my old science teacher from middle school dating, impregnating, and then marrying my stepsister who is the same age as me, has been very emotionally painful. It was disgusting to me, and I was even more upset at the fact that even today, this man STILL teaches middle schoolers.
All of this has lead me to never interacting with my stepsister who I used to be close with, never seeing her or talking to her. And, not meeting or starting a relationship with my newborn niece. I can’t bring myself to do it, because I cannot be around that man, and I know it isn’t the baby’s fault but it is impossible for me. This has caused a lot of drama within my family, especially my stepsister who has told other family members that I am a horrible person for not visiting her or her baby, that I wouldn’t ever be considered an aunt to her child.
I feel like I am a complete asshole, I feel so bad that the baby will grow up and I won’t even know how to feel about them. I have no idea what to do, I wish I were close enough with my stepsister to tell her how I felt but that’s an issue whenever the problem is her own husband.

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So...my ds3 suddenly hits with one of those common button problem. Looked up youtube for a fix and it sure seems easy enough.
But when I opened my ds3, it looks like this:
https://i.imgur.com/9U7xld9.jpg
https://i.imgur.com/C82dWDR.jpg
The inside is totally different than those shown on youtube. I did try implementing similar solution by putting some electrical tape to bump up the ribbon cable contact, but it doesn't seem to work.
https://i.imgur.com/oWpezrz.jpg
Any idea?
And before you asked, yes this is an original controller as I got it from buying a new 12GB PS3+2 controllers years ago.

[USA-NY] [H] PayPal, Dreamcast Console and Games Lot, Games for Switch, Wii U, Wii, Xbox, GB Manuals, SNES (X-Men, Mystical Ninja), Famicom (Dragon Quest 1-4), Super Famicom (Final Fight 2, Super SF II & Turbo, Goemon), [W]PayPal, CIB 3DS Games
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Hi,
I am only selling through PayPal friends, family, trusted, etc… I have many confirmed transactions on here.
I’m happy to provide pics for any items and detailed condition descriptions
If it’s not listed here, it’s sold. Don’t base it on the pictures.
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Shipping is free over $25, or $4 per item.
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There is always room for negotiation, prices are based on market value, but there is wiggle room especially if you buy more than one game.
Also looking for various CIB 3DS Games, too many to list. Let me know what you have
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Sega DreamCast Lot $199 + exact price of priority shipping to where you are. Also willing to do local pickup in NYC area.
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Dreamcast Console with two controllers (one official, one third party), power cord and VGA hookup, (I do not have rgb hookups as the VGA looked the best on my HDMI TV)
Memory Card
Soul Calibur and Resident Evil: Code Veronica (Jewel Cases are not in good condition)
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Soul Calibur Manual and case art are in good condition, disc is in good condition with minor cosmetic scratches. Works great.
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Resident Evil: Code Veronica manual and case art in good condition. Discs are in ok condition with some scratches. Disc 1 only boots after putting disc 2 in first, for some reason and even then it won’t read past the opening cinematic. (I have researched this and it seems that it is a common problem with some games like Sonic Adventures where the Dreamcast lens has issues reading the discs, regardless of condition) Cosmetically it should be able to be read and Soul Calibur, disc 2 as well as many games I used to have all boot up with zero issues, so it must be that problem.
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Nintendo Game Boy (loose)
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Fortress of Fear $13
Tiny Toons: Wacky Sports $10
NBA All Star $5
Wave Race $10
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GB/GBC/GBA instruction booklets: (take all instruction booklets for $65 shipped)
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Alleyway $5
BurgerTime Deluxe $17
Donkey Kong Land $7
Four Player Adapter $7
Golf $5
Motocross Maniacs $5
Pac-Man $7
Star Wars: The Empire Strikes Back $10
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Super Mario Bros. Deluxe $5
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Hino Tori (Phoenix) (CIB) $37 (Famicom Game)
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Dragon Quest (CIB) $40
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Dragon Quest II (CIB) $30
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Dragon Quest III (CIB) $20
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Dragon Quest IV (CIB) $20
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Or buy all 4 Dragon Quest games for $99 shipped
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Super Famicom, SNES/Super Nintendo (cartridges only)
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Donkey Kong Country 2 (Super Famicom) $8
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Donkey Kong Country 3 (Super Famicom) $8
Final Fight II (Super Famicom) $15
Ganbare Goemon 2, Ganbare Goemon 3, Ganbare Goemon Kirakira Dochu (the 3 games for $29)
The Legend of Mystical Ninja $58
The Magical Quest Starring Mickey Mouse (Pal Version) $8
Super Ghouls N Ghosts (Super Famicom) $12
Torneko No Daiboken (Dragon Quest IV Spin-Off) $15
Street Fighter II (Super Famicom) $8
Street Fighter II Turbo (Super Famicom) $12
Super Street Fighter II (Super Famicom) $12
X-Men Mutant Apocalypse $23
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Lost in Blue Shipwrecked (CIB) $9
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Max Payne
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Splinter Cell
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Assassin’s Creed
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15 (M) I created this account specifically to explore this, please don't mind the 'new' feel.
SEVERE WARNING, This post is VERY triggering and contains multiple sexually traumatic events, including CSA
I'm about to turn Sixteen in less than a month. I consider myself to be on the Asexual spectrum, my romantic orientation is unclear. I have two partners, both Males, I'm very happy with them.
I've had a difficult relationship with sex all my life. I've bounced from being sex repulsed to being completely and utterly sex obsessed over and over again. I have no idea why I am the way I am or what's wrong with me. I'm hoping maybe posting here could help.
There are many strange things about me that don't add up. I have stray trauma responses that don't seem to be attached to any sort of memorable trauma at all. I'm diagnosed with PTSD as well as a plethora of other disorders, but have no recollection of a traumatic event that would've kickstarted all of this. I would reasonably call myself sexually disturbed. For as long as I could remember i've been fixated with sex and erotica, All the way back since I was seven years old. I had unrestricted internet access (always a good start to a story i know) And as such fell down some rabbit holes.
By the age of 11 I was already delving into BDSM concepts, and by fourteen started developing what's now a moderately inconvenient masturbation and sex addiction. At twelve I started sexually engaging with my fifteen year old long distance girlfriend at the time. I've snuck sex toys into my house and spend most of my time engaging in some sort of sexual activity. It's bad. And I don't enjoy it. I've tried stopping, i've never gotten further than two days. I've been described as 'hypersexual' by several people, and I feel that it's accurate. I've heard hypersexuality is common in response to sexual trauma, which makes me all the more suspicious.
Since I was little, I would have VIOLENTLY emotional reactions to even hearing the word 'rape'. Any stories of S/A would invoke violent urges, emotions, to the point of triggering some sort of hypomanic episode(s).
I've been vigilant around everyone my entire life, and defensively hostile at a moment's notice. I get especially aggressive when small children are in the area. I will keep an eye on children in public places and scan to see if anyone is following or getting too close. I don't know why I do this, It's just my first instinct.
I've had multiple different nightmares about being raped before. They occur in places I'm familiar with, however, they don't seem like flashbacks. They're all wrong, the world it occurs in isn't realistic, and the perpetrator isn't someone I recognize.
Its unsettling and nonsensical. I have all these responses that point to a sexual assault that doesn't exist in my memories. My brother is completely sex repulsed, always has been. I don't have a father, And I don't see my mother doing anything like that. There's no candidates for a possible rape.
I can only recall one sexually traumatic instance that happened last year, but this all has been going on for a long time. I witnessed a child S/A and it fully awakened what is now my diagnosed OCD.
This part will get a little gross, Trigger Warning for BDSM, Particularly CNC.
I mentioned earlier that I was involved with BDSM early as well, and that's only gotten worse. I feel awful about it. I can only get aroused when I imagine being the 'victim' or receiving end of sexual aggression, and have engaged in dangerous behavior as a result. Using sex toys without lube, purchasing toys that are far too big and going past the point of obvious bodily damage, improper cleaning, the list goes on.
As well as unsafe online sexual behavior, I've received predatory DMs before and have had to actively resist engaging with them despite it being pretty fucking obvious why I shouldn't. I feel incredibly ashamed of a part of me liking the attention. I've had to step away from and delete various accounts to resist posting porn of myself online. The only reason i've really stopped is my loyalty to my partners, otherwise who knows what i'd actually be doing.
I have pretty bad pelvic and lower joint damage, as well as skin damage from abrasions and bruising, it's becoming a bigger and bigger problem. I feel violated almost by my own self. It hurts. I feel disgusting, I am disgusting. I don't know what's wrong with me, but something definitely IS wrong with me. It's gross. so gross. It makes me angry and confused, and sad.
I've only slightly opened up to my partners about my obsession with CNC. I trust them both with my life. I'm terrified of hurting them, especially sexually, so I keep most of my sexual needs and wants tightly locked away.
I'm very distressed. I need help but I don't know what I even need help with. I'm afraid of actively putting myself in a predatory and sexually dangerous situation, I want and need to control this. I need help.
I feel hopeless, and shameful. Even if the fantasies center around me being the victim it goes so incredibly strong against my morals that it makes me want to rip myself apart. I feel like I deserve treatment no better than an actual rapist. If I do get assaulted it'd probably be a result of this stupid horrible behavior, if anything. I'm well aware my mindset is severely dangerous, But i feel genuinely that if I were to get assaulted I'd 100% deserve it. I'm horrified of potentially liking it and wanting more.
To anyone who read this whole thing, I apologize profusely. Mods, feel free to take this down if you need to. Thank you.

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***
Supervisor Durio arrived at the Mounteque sixty-eight minutes after Carnen gave Kemp his ultimatum.
The delay wasn’t Kemp’s fault. She requested an off-the-record debriefing using their cover identity as Ministry of Security agents, the same method she’d first contacted him. Durio agreed and approved a priority docking request at a private airlock reserved for admins and VIPs. He wiped the evidence and then came aboard the ship later than promised.
Carnen got the feeling that was done on purpose but brushed it aside. Durio was in for a surprise if he thought power games would have an effect on the operative teams.
Eptus greeted the supervisor. His pretentious expression broadcast his noble lineage. He offered an excuse but no apology. “I was delayed by bickering captains about to ram each other over who was ahead in the docking queue.”
“I understand, supervisor. Please, follow me,” Eptus said in a measured voice which meant he thought Durio’s answer was bullshit.
While Eptus escorted the supervisor aboard, Warden team waited in the main bay, the cam stream from the interrogation compartment on a display. The converted interior hold now contained a bare table and a chair on either side.
Carnen watched Kemp as she worked on her datapad. She’d shared the intelligence file on Durio while they waited for the Mounteque to dock. Stevson sat in a chair and rested his feet on top of a container, eager to watch what should be an interesting debriefing.
“Durio's from one of the minor noble houses,” Carnen said to Kemp. “According to this report, they have wealth and prestige, but no hope of ever competing for the Imperatrix seat. But that changes if the charter passes and the old guard is phased out. How did you get him to do something that benefitted his political enemy?”
Kemp offered him a self-assured smile. “There is no greater motivation than one’s own beliefs.”
On the display, Eptus led Durio into the interrogation compartment. The operations supervisor stepped inside, walking in the proper posture and measured gait of his noble lineage. He took in the bare room with an air of displeasure, as if it were beneath his presence.
“Please, have a seat,” Eptus said. Durio sat on the table’s far side, Eptus sitting across from him.
“We appreciate your willingness to expedite our request,” Eptus said.
“I would hope so. I put my career on the line in doing what was asked of me to protect the Provenance. I thought you would’ve rushed away from here after retrieving the,” he paused, lowering his voice like he was whispering a secret, “agitators. They cause a commotion wherever they appear, riling up the commoners with their fiery rhetoric.”
“Here’s the problem, Supervisor,” Eptus said. “They weren’t in the container you instructed us to collect.” He opened an image of the container’s interior on the table display.
Durio peered down at it. If he faked a confused expression, he did a fine job of selling it. “A waste recycler? I don’t understand. I saw the transfer pod go into that container. The singers were in it.”
“How can you be certain it was them?”
“Because three female Pree exited Zellis’s theater via the maintenance tunnels and rode a transport pod to whose destination was a reserved luxury suite. It’s not channel science, Supervisor. I watched them board the pod, set it for a maintenance appointment, and locked it down. Here is the proof.” He squinted, sharing a vid to the display. Cam footage of the singers entering the pod. Warden team saw it too, a window on their wall display mirroring what was on the table in the room with Eptus and Durio.
Carnen saw no reason why it couldn’t be the singers. The females looked fit and moved with grace.
“If that is them, the Mystery Man wasn’t with them,” Kemp observed.
“Maybe they fired him after the show. I think he screwed up a few times,” Stevson said. Carnen peered at the pilot. He shrugged. “I told you, I like their music. I’ve seen enough media to know that there were a few choreography mistakes.”
Kemp looked down at him over her datapad. “Should I be concerned that your admiration is a conflict of interest?”
Stevson snorted like the question was ridiculous. “Of course not. They don’t pay me. Kosmogenic does.”
“There are only three explanations,” Eptus went on, drawing Carnen’s attention back to the display. “Either you made a mistake, you swapped the container out on purpose, or someone else swapped the container.“
Durio’s face hardened with indignation. “I didn’t make a mistake or try to deceive you. How dare you chastise me after all that I risked in carrying out this scheme—”
“Let him speak,” Kemp said to Eptus over a comm. The Warden team leader sat there and absorbed the verbal barrage from Durio.
Kemp peered down at her datapad, studying something intently before tapping on the device. Carnen noticed Durio begin to struggle to find his words, his face rippling with emotion. His rant sputtered to a halt. He peered around the room as if disassociating from the conversation.
“Supervisor?” Eptus asked after a stretch of silence.
Durio, now calm and collected, reengaged with Eptus. “I did as you asked. There were no mistakes, I assure you. Someone else must have switched the container before you loaded it. We can check the security cams.”
On the display, a new POV loaded; a wide-angle perspective of the berth holding the container with the transfer pod inside. Durio fast-forwarded through the vid. Tugs, ships, and containers zoomed past. He paused when a tug arrived at the berth. He played it at normal speed. The tug removed the container and delivered it to a freighter that had slipped into the top portion of the POV. The tug returned a minute later clutching a different container and placing it in the berth.
“Damn the Spirits! Someone swapped the container,” Durio said.
“We need to know who,” Eptus said.
“Give me a moment,” Durio said, face twitching. “According to the logs, the container you received was the correct one. Obviously, someone altered them.”
“Who could’ve done this?”
“Fraenk, the other operations supervisor. I never would’ve guessed he had the mental capacity to pull it off.” Durio straightened as he thought of something. “Fraenk brought people into operations for a bit. He said they were hauler friends, and he was giving them a tour.”
“We need to talk to this Fraenk. Can you summon him here?”
“He finished a double. He won’t be happy about this.”
“You’re chief supervisor. Why do you care?”
Durio paused as he opened a comm to the other supervisor. “You haven’t met Fraenk.”
***
Fraenk arrived twenty minutes later looking like he’d been roused from a deep sleep. The hulking Manore stopped outside the airlock hatch, waiting for someone to open it.
Eptus and one other Sentinel operative greeted him. “Supervisor Fraenk, thank you for coming. If you’ll follow me,” Eptus said.
Fraenk eyed the ship’s interior with suspicion. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what the hell this is about. Where’s Durio? Why aren’t we meeting in Sanctum operations center?”
“This concerns a sensitive Ministry of Security matter that we wish to discuss with you and Supervisor Durio. Come with me, please.”
“Is your translator module working? I said I’m not going anywhere until—“
Carnen stepped into view from the side of the Mounteque’s airlock. “Time to come aboard, supervisor. And don’t even bother with your PD. It’s not going to work.”
Fraenk’s expression flickered with concern as he gazed at Carnen, no doubt confirming his lack of access to the station hub. “What’s a Human doing with the Pree Ministry of Security?”
“I'm here to corral supervisors who don't follow orders.”
Fraenk didn’t move. Carnen drew a stunner. The Manner supervisor saw the deadly serious expression in the operative’s eyes and stepped into the Mounteque’s airlock.
***
Fraenk sat on the table’s far side in the hot seat where Durio had been a short time ago. Durio was seated in the opposite chair, hands clasped, his expression the scolding glower of a professor who’d caught a student cheating.
Kemp and Stevson observed from the main hold with the rest of Sentinel team, but Carnen picked a front-row seat in the interrogation hold. He had a feeling Fraenk wouldn’t be cooperative based on Durio's opinion. Fraenk had a long career as a hauler and wasn’t some admin stooge who’d never gotten his hands dirty. Durio and even Eptus would only go so far to get the information the ops teams needed. Carnen would take it further when the time came.
Standing at the desk, Eptus placed a datapad with his credentials in front of Fraenk. “I’m Security Supervisor Eptus, team leader for the Ministry of Security.”
Fraenk shrugged, not bothering to look. “This doesn’t mean anything. Can’t validate it without hub access.”
“This will have to do.” Eptus gave Fraenk a chance to read it. When he passed, Eptus lifted the datapad and placed it in a receptacle along the wall.
“What about him?” Fraenk said, nodding at Carnen.
“He’s a contractor serving in a confidential capacity. That is all I can say.”
Fraenk’s visage flickered between anger and fear. He narrowed his eyes at Carnen. “I know a spook when I see one. Let’s get this over with so I can go back to my bunk.”
Fraenk was sharper than Carnen thought. He further doubted Eptus could scare the ops supervisor into talking.
“How long this takes depends on how cooperative you are,” Eptus said. “We know you swapped containers in one of the berths on the C-4 arm and modified the logs to cover it up. We know your friends who you brought into your office asked you to track it down.“
Fraenk gave Eptus a challenging stare. “Show me the proof or stop wasting my time.”
The Sentinel team supervisor returned Fraenk's hardened gaze. “This concerns a vital security matter my team is investigating. I urge you to cooperate.”
“If you help us, I promise to do my best to lessen any punishment that may result from your actions,” Durio added with that air of elitism Carnen found admins tended to have.
Fraenk regarded his counterpart, then let out a deep, cynical laugh. “You’re so full of shit, Durio. You may be the senior ops supervisor, but that doesn’t mean you can boss me around like I’m some level-one tech. Unless you’re filing a formal complaint, you’d better drop this. I’m not saying anything else without a lawyer.”
“I’ll file a complaint if I have to,” Durio threatened.
“No, you won’t, because if you do, there’ll be a Commonwealth Commerce Department investigation per the stipulations in my contract. Which means, if I did supposedly swap the containers, they’ll want to know why, including what was in them.” Fraenk cocked his head at Durio. “Something tells me that you wouldn’t want them to find out.”
“So you admit to knowing what was in the container?” Eptus said, trying to regain control of the conversation.
“I admit nothing. If there are no more stupid questions, then I’m going back to my bunk.”
Carnen stepped away from the hatch to the side of the table, looming over Fraenk. “Let’s cut the shit, Fraenk. You swapped the containers and gave the singers to your hauler friends. We want the name of their ship.”
Durio made a face like he was stupefied that Carnen had said as much. But the chief supervisor failed to understand what was needed to get what they wanted from Fraenk.
At the demand, Fraenk arched his eyebrows innocently. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.” Carnen repeated the question. Fraenk leaned forward, close enough for Carnen to smell his alcohol-tinged breath. “Oh, I remember now. It was something like Her Royal Majesty’s Go Fuck Yourself.”
Carnen drew his stunner.
Fraenk glanced at it, then back to Carnen. “If you think—“
The operative jabbed the stunner into Fraenk’s chest. The supervisor yelped and pushed back, almost tipping his chair as he cursed. Carnen had set it too low, enough to hurt like hell but not incapacitate.
Durio stood from his chair, a terrified expression on his face. “That was uncalled for!”
Fraenk slowly got to his feet, rising a full head above Carnen. “Why don’t you put your toy down and we’ll see how tough you are?” he sneered.
Carnen deactivated and locked the stunner then tossed it to Eptus. He was caught off guard and almost dropped it.
Over Durio’s protest, Fraenk raised his fists and stepped at Carnen.
The operative was ready for it and threw a kick into the side of Fraenk’s leading thigh, smacking the meaty part and dropping him to his knees. Carnen followed up with a punch to the Manore’s face. Fraenk toppled over backward, crashing to the deck. He groaned clutching his nose. Blood seeped between his fingers.
Carnen kicked Fraenk in the ribs, keeping him down. The operative then climbed onto Fraenk’s back and placed him in a chokehold. “I want the name of the ship.”
Fraenk cursed at Carnen, and he tightened his grip. Eptus shifted but kept quiet. Durio protested. “He’s a supervisor. You cannot do this!”
The operative ignored Durio and squeezed tighter. Fraenk pleaded, his voice barely audible. “Stardancer.”
Carnen let up a little and said to Durio, “Find that ship.”
The supervisor only mumbled an incoherent response.
“Kemp,” Carnen said, knowing she was watching.
Whatever she did appeared to work. Durio’s head twitched a bit, and his eyes regained focus. Carnen repeated the request. Durio said, “I have it. The freighter Stardancer was granted a commerce license a short while ago.” He projected the license to the wall display. “It’s scheduled to rendezvous with the ship Honest Day’s Work which is registered to a micro-corporation with a recovery agent license.”
“What’re they doing meeting with bounty hunters?” Stevson asked over their internal ship comm.
“According to the commerce license, the Honest Day’s Work will transfer a load of recovered assets.”
“I doubt Acculturation leadership is aboard the ship. What's so important for them to risk this transfer?” Carnen said.
“It could be more stolen material. We have no intel on this,” Eptus said.
“Plot it, Stevson,” Carnen said. He stood, leaving Fraenk in an exhausted heap on the deck.
The Tyrcellus map appeared on the table display. A curving intercept vector sliced through the system as Stevson plotted the ship’s course. “Assuming the Stardancer didn’t fuck around after they retrieved the singers, then they’re at minimum nine hours ahead of us. And assuming they head for a new destination immediately after the transfer, there’s a low chance we can intercept them.”
Carnen said to Durio, “What if we cancel the commerce license? Prevent the transfer?”
Fraenk cackled, having managed to push himself to a seated position. “Go ahead. That’s a Commonwealth-sponsored license. Canceling will raise a red flag at Sanctum and you’ll have Commerce Department goons up in your business.”
“He’s correct,” Durio said.
“Looks like you’re screwed,” Fraenk said. Everyone in the room turned in his direction. He gave them all a bloody smile.
Durio straightened with a fearful snap. “The Administrator is sending a comm request. Excuse me.” He scurried out of the compartment.
Fraenk shifted into his chair, groaning with each movement. Eptus opened a medkit mounted on the wall and passed a clotting wipe to him. Fraenk took it and held it to his nose.
“Show me the details on the Honest Day’s Work,” Carnen said. He stared at the data on the display, searching for a solution.
“My turn to offer you a deal,” Fraenk said. “As much as I want to beat you to a pulp, I’m willing to walk away from this. I want to keep my job, so you know I’ll keep my mouth shut. But if you don’t let me walk out of here right now, the next person the administrator will be talking to is me. If I’m going down, you’re all coming with me.”
Durio returned to the compartment, drawing everyone’s attention. His face was sunken like he’d seen a lost spirit come to terrorize him. Fear seeped into his voice as he spoke. “The administrator informed me that he spoke with Zellis, the owner of the theater. He is unable to contact the singers who performed at his venue and reported them missing. The administrator is very upset about this and wants the matter investigated immediately.”
“It wasn't me,” Fraenk said. He looked to his counterpart. Durio’s face somehow grew grimmer. “You had something to do with that, didn't you? Kidnapping citizens off Commonwealth-sponsored stations? That's bad news, Durio. not with the Commonwealth Diplomatic fleet heading this way. They won't take kindly to sentient rights violations. They're looking for any excuse to go after the Provenance.”
“No! I didn’t do anything wrong!” Durio said, voice cracking. He pointed at Eptus and Carnen. “They made me help them!” He bent at the waist, hands pressed to either side of his head. “I have to leave. I cannot be involved in this any longer.” He rushed to the hatch and slapped the panel, but Carnen had locked it already. Durio spun, coiled with indignation. “Let me out of here, immediately!”
“Kemp, he’s losing it. We can’t leave him here like this,” Carnen said into the inter-team comm.
“I’m working on it,” she answered.
“You’re running out of time.”
“You cannot leave yet, Supervisor,” Eptus said to Durio.
Fraenk grinned at the unfolding disaster. “You better let us go. Durio is screwed, but you spooks can save your asses.”
“Stevson, do we have departure clearance?” Carnen asked.
“Affirmative. It was granted before Supervisor Durio came aboard,” Stevson replied as the hatch opened. Carnen spun around as Durio stormed out. The Warden team leader glared at Eptus, who lowered his head in defeat.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Carnen growled.
“He is of noble lineage. We cannot detain him like this,” Eptus answered.
“Of course, you can. You have authority from the Imperatrix himself.” Carnen stormed into the passageway after Durio. The supervisor made it to the inner airlock hatch. Carnen re-engaged the lock over his PD. Durio slapped his hand repeatedly against the panel. “I demand that you open this hatch immediately!”
Eptus came up behind Carnen. “Let him go.”
Carnen ignored the Sentinel team supervisor. Over the ship comm, he said, “Last chance, Kemp.”
“I need more time to diagnose. Nothing I do works,” she answered.
“Supervisor Durio,” Carnen said in a measured voice. “I’ll open the hatch, but I need your help with one last thing with Fraenk. It will only take a minute, then I promise you’ll be done with us.”
The offer calmed Durio enough to end his fit. He faced Carnen. “One minute,” he said and marched back into the interrogation hold. Carnen followed him in.
“Let’s get this over with. I will not take the fall for whatever has happened here—“
“Wait—“ Eptus said as Carnen drew a palm-sized pistol and shot Durio in the back of the head at less than a meter. His head rocked forward as a bolt of superheated gas encased in an electromagnetic field punched through tissue and bone. The projectile dissipated upon impact, dumping its kinetic and thermal energy into the interior of the supervisor’s skull.
Durio toppled forward and slapped against the deck, mouth slightly agape, eyes lifeless.
The Sentinel team supervisor’s jaw clenched, his nasal slits quivering in rage. “You murdered a Pree of noble lineage!”
“Outside, now,” Carnen said and marched out of the compartment. Eptus followed. Behind Carnen, the rest of Sentinel and Warden teams entered the passageway from the main hold. Carnen faced Eptus. “I neutralized an asset gone haywire. Did you forget our mission?”
Eptus shifted as he wrestled with his emotions. The words came out with an angry bite. “To ensure the success of Project Fidelity in support of the Provenance.” He bristled. “You should’ve consulted with me before taking such drastic action.”
“I did what needed to be done. If you can’t handle that, then you should find another line of work.” Carnen faced Kemp. “Figure out what happened before this happens again.”
“I’ll investigate Supervisor Durio’s deviations,” she said with a bitter edge.
He stared at her a moment longer, then shifted his eyes to Stevson. “Set a course for the coordinates of the cargo exchange. We’ll dump the body en route.”
“The ships will be gone by the time we get there,” Eptus said.
“I’ll message the Honest Day’s Work. As Stevson said, they’re bounty hunters. Maybe we can work something out,” Carnen said and returned to the interrogation compartment.
Fraenk’s pale face eyed the dead body. With a resigned sigh, he said, “Guess I’m not going anywhere, am I?”
Caren pulled restraints from his belt and placed them on the table. “No, you’re not.”

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Okay, I've been trying to find ways to put this out somehow, I talked to a friend about but I wanted more pieces of advices. In 2019, my last year in high school, I became friends with this girl (let's call her Marnie). Marnie and I were always into the same things, we had a lot in common, we liked the same artists, movies and eventually books (after she incentivated me to start reading more, now I'm a bookworm because of her). In 2020 with all the COVID sh*t, we barely saw each other, but still we talked every single day. In 2021 when things were starting to get back to normal, we were hanging out together once again, we rewatched all the Studio Ghibli's movies, and got drunk listening to indie songs (yeah, we're lame young hollowheads). But still in 2021 things got a little bit deeper between us and it didn't look like a friendship anymore, we had made out sometimes in the past just fooling around, but now it was more constant and I started confusing my feelings for her (actually I think I always felt like that about her, but refused to accept it). Anyways, we kept this confusing relationship without labeling it, and I never talked about it because I didn't want to hear an eventually "I don't wanna a relationship", though I know we loved each other, at least we said that a lot. The problem was that she hates São Paulo (a Brazilian state), she lived here because her mother lived here and she'd have a better education in school, but deep inside I always knew she'd do anything to go back to Bahia (another state), where she was born and raised, to live with her dad. In 2022 we were already in college, but she passed in a test of a good university in Bahia and didn't think twice, she moved away and eventually started a new life. Today we're not as close as we used to, and I don't think I'll feel anything closer than what I felt for her, I know I'm still young (I'm 20), but it sucks that I can't have that kind of connection with anybody else that I met later. In the end of 2022 I knew she was dating a guy there, and I am fooling around with someone every now and then (she's a friend of ours) but it's superficial. Well, with all that said, I just wanted to know how to feel things like those again.

Disclaimer: I'm a 4th year PhD student studying statistics, so I may use too much technical lingo.

Background

On stream today Destiny & guests were discussing the question of: is a small random sample better than a large non-random sample? It turns out there is a peer-reviewed statistics paper about this! The author even writes:

Which one should I trust more: a 1% survey with 60% response rate or a non-probabilistic dataset covering 80% of the population?

He's interested in actually quantifying the bias of your statistics under random & non-random sampling schemes. Basically, bias is related to

1. (Sample quality) The correlation between the values of interest & whether those values were recorded (actually sampled). For example, suppose you're measuring adult weight but you only sample obese people--the correlation will be high.
2. (Sample quantity) The ratio of the percentage of excluded data to the percentage of included data. For example, you sample 100 people out of the 400 students in a high school; 75% are excluded and 25% are included.
3. (Overall difficulty) The variance/standard-deviation of the variable you're measuring.

Quality and quantity

In classical statistics when your sample is random, your estimation error is primarily controlled through your sample size--as you collect more data, your estimation error goes down. This should be intuitive.
There's actually a trade-off between sample quality and quantity--we just often don't talk about it because researchers try their best to do random sampling. Once your sample is non-random, you get fucked. Now, your error is largely determined by the population size (not sample size), which is BAD (because we can't control that unless we redefine our population, which gets into unethical territory). While in a random scheme, doubling your sample size maybe decreased your error by a factor of 2^(-1/2), in the non-random scheme, doubling your sample size hardly reduces your margin of error. Your only real way to reduce error is to sample nearly the entire population...which is hard for obvious reasons. In other words, your error becomes intractable, and the only way to make it tractable is to sample the vast majority of the population (arbitrarily close to 100%). I'll note that "bad quality" isn't hard to achieve--in terms of correlation (which is between -1 and 1, 1 being a perfect positive linear relationship & 0 being no relationship), we're talking about decimals that require scientific notation. As the author says:

For large populations, such as the US eligible voter population, achieving [good quality] for [an] arbitrary sampling rate without probabilistic sampling (equivalent) requires a miracle.

To illustrate the quality-quantity tradeoff, the author introduces the idea of an effective sample size. Basically: for some fixed quality (non-random sample) and sample size, what's the equivalent random sample size? You can think of it as how much information you really have. The author provides the following simulated example: suppose you're sampling from the entire US voting population but your sampling quality (this'll be a measure from 0 to 1) is 0.05, you need to sample HALF OF THE US VOTING POPULATION to get an effect sample size of just 400. In this context, 0.05 is actually pretty high, but this just goes to show that even a tiny correlation between the sample and inclusion indicator can have a profound impact on the amount of information you really have.
^{As a side note: with bad quality, your confidence intervals will be wrong, fucking any hope of inference.}
The author provides a more concrete example using some data from the 2016 election. Given a very generous quality measure, they calculate that the effective sample size of (roughly) all 2016 polls combined was 5% of those sampled; that is, the equivalent random sample is 5% as large as what was collected. This in turn had an impact on the margin of error; specifically, the reported margin of error was MUCH smaller than what it should have been (the MOEs were vastly under-estimated...leading to a surprising election night).
Disclaimer: this is kind of a back of the envelope calculation he does, but it's pretty compelling imo. Overall, even a small reduction in sampling quality can have a profound impact on your effective sample size. Also, it's worth pointing out that in real life we can't ever calculate the correlation between inclusion and the variable...because we don't record people who aren't included.
TLDR: having a large non-random sample doesn't necessarily help you & can fuck your inferences.
Whipped this up in 30 minutes, so I apologize if it is confusing.
EDIT: as u/TallPsychologyTV mentioned in the comments, this critique isn't exclusive to Aella. This is a common problem that exists in peer reviewed research as well. I'll note however, smaller studies with some non-random non-response bias aren't hurt as much as studies with huge sample sizes. Your error estimates shouldn't be as biased. Anyway, I'm super blackpilled on all scientific research though; kids, don't do a PhD in statistics, it ruins everything.