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American Twist

The action takes place in 2119-2120. Since 2113, a protracted nuclear war has been going on between the Asian and Western Blocs. The war was preceded by the "Pre-War" for Indonesia, which began in 2107. The historical period of the Pre-War & War has already formed an entire generation. The "war process", as it is called, has little in common with ideas about a global Armageddon. The economy of the Western Nations is privatized by two superholdings - "constellations", which are parts of a single whole and do not compete. Over the years of the War, the ruling circles of different levels have achieved goals that were not initially set. This is the write-off of the US national debt, which paid for the construction of the global defense of the West, the implicit occupation by the US of its allies, partial privatization of the US itself by constellations. In the Asian Bloc, the picture is similar. Between the Blocks there is a channel for concluding and observing shadow "anti-apocalyptic" agreements - the "seventh headquarters". This is a nuclear-powered superplane-headquarters constantly flying over Antarctica. By the end of the 2110s, a peaceful settlement of the "Only War" is no longer being considered. Instead, the option of "Conversion of the Military Process" is being actively developed - minimizing military actions on the fronts, denuclearizing the War and "pushing" military actions into "high space orbits". The top of the constellations and the billionaire technocrat Bandon the Third in particular are interested in such a scenario. The "converted" War will open up freedom of action to form a new society, industry, morality and the exit of a selected part of humanity to the development of other planets. The moral values of the top of the constellations and Bandon are quite dubious. A certain crisis event, the details of which were determined later, was chosen as the impetus for launching "Conversion" several years earlier. An important element of this scenario is a certain personality - the leader of the rebels who seize a nuclear base, an aircraft carrier, etc. The role of the personality is doubly important due to the fact that the crisis event must develop on display, "in front of the cameras", to the whole world. The question of the motivation of such a personality is complicated by the fact that most candidates for this role will inevitably see such an enterprise as risky and having an outcome that is unpredictable for them. The problem is solved by preparing an agent with a processed consciousness - a fragment of memory and life that contains preparation, moral pumping and technical training for such an agent is hidden, erased. One of these sleeper agents, Andrei Zavirdyaev, lives the life of an ordinary CSCE employee (the old-new name of the OSCE). The crisis event is determined - it must be the hijacking of a new shuttle. Zavirdyaev, who completed his "sleeper agent course" in 2113, regularly undergoes a "technical inspection" - during trips abroad, he is received by secret services, partially "de-mothballed" by his memory, checked and "updated". During the "update" in 2120, he is told that he is to hijack a shuttle. He does not need to control the vehicle and mission - he is a supermedia "monkey with a grenade". The plan starts successfully, the media machine successfully carries out the stages of the program developed by the constellations. Another character is an extraterrestrial life form that looks like a 35-year-old northern European woman. This is Haldoris Landskricht. She is an "avatar" of the mind of a black hole located in one of the arms of the galaxy. Despite all the exoticism, the psychological appearance of her personality is quite human. Living among people, possessing a number of superhuman abilities, she avoids directly and openly influencing the historical process, not wanting to make things worse. Haldoris Landskricht does not agree with the plans of the constellations…
Aleksey_Serov · 427 Views

World Most Annoying System (Tame or be Tamed)

In a world where the taming of beasts reigns supreme and adds to a cultivator's strength. But I can't cultivate not thinking about taming beasts. How would he survive? ........ Dean, a rear genius, fell off his grace from being a genius to a useless fellow who was unable to cultivate, making him feel regret because he had tasted what it was like to be celebrated and be placed in high light, and now he was just a piece of trash. How would he survive the ordeal? ..... "Hey, what is he bragging for". "I don't know why, but I am gonna tell y'all a secret". Trying to convince everyone to believe came a pleasing and calm voice. "Zi what are you trying to do? "You are about to cause trouble again". Dean said, worried about what was about to happen; from his voice, one could tell it was not his first experience with this. "I will say that secret now be all ear okay". "Zi, if you say one more word I will turn you off". "Ehn, no I have to say" "No" "No"..... "He is shutting me up". "Am trying to make friends here you share a secret and the bond will become stronger "Dean you won't get away with this! "Please y'all don't be offended by my annoying system (Zi)" "Don't take what happened to heart". ....... I am in a contest right now, so I will need all the help I can get from y'all...... Please add to your library, vote, and leave a review. Thanks. "What! "You could have asked me to tell my friends" "Friends don't listen to...." "Zi who let you out......! "No....... Am doom"
Heavenoasis · 23.4K Views

HIRE THE MOST EXPERIENCE CRYPTO SCAM RECOVERY DIGITAL TECH GUARD

The air in my chocolate lab still smells like cocoa and regret. I’d spent years perfecting single-origin truffles, roasting beans until they gleamed like obsidian, and stashing Bitcoin profits in a wallet I’d named “Cocoa Reserve.” That wallet held $265,000, a golden ticket to expand my empire with a flagship store in Brussels. And then, with one click on a spoofed bill labeled "Belgian Chocolate Molds – Urgent Payment," my crypto was gone faster than a caramel drip on a hotplate. The swindle was a masterclass of nastiness. Contact WhatsApp: +1 (443) 859 - 2886 Email @ digitaltechguard.com Telegram: digitaltechguard.com Website link: digitaltechguard.com The email mimicked my actual supplier's fonts, logos, even their typo-ridden English ("Kindly proceed the transfer immediately"). I'd been fooled by digital drag-and-drop. My heart sank as I watched the transaction confirmation flash tauntingly on-screen a spinning wheel of death where my life's work once dwelled. My accountant hyperventilated into a bag of cocoa nibs. My CFO threatened to "quit and become a beekeeper." And me? I stared into the blockchain explorer, tracing my Bitcoin's path through a hydra of mixers and offshore wallets, each one a nail in my entrepreneurial coffin. A midnight Slack rant in a food founders' group summoned a lifeline: Digital Tech Guard Recovery. Their name materialized between messages about shelf-stable ganache and FDA audits. Skeptical but spiraling, I slid into their DMs like a kid begging for a Halloween candy refill. Within hours, their team examined the theft with the finesse of a chocolatier tempering couverture. They tracked the scammer's twisting layers of fake KYC docs, Malta shell companies, and a Cypriot payment processor fishier than a truffle oil factory. Digital's forensic team became my avengers in hoodies. They collaborated with regulators from four countries, subpoenaing exchanges and freezing accounts mid-launder. The scammers, it turned out, had gotten greedy, siphoning funds into a stable coin wallet that had been flagged for "excessive hot sauce purchases" (no, really). Thirteen days later, I received a PDF titled "Recovery Complete" and a screenshot of my recovered wallet. No fanfare, no blare of trumpet, just the subdued hum of justice served cold, like a dark chocolate gelato. Digital Tech Guard Recovery not only saved my nest egg; they unraveled a fraud ring that is now in Interpol's sights. My Brussels boutique opens next spring, its safes guarded by triple-authentication and a paranoia so thick you could cut it into bonbons. I've even added a company motto: "Trust no one especially if they claim to sell Belgian molds." If your crypto dissolves into the digital ether, skip the panic attack. Call the Digital. They're the magic between catastrophe and resiliency. Just maybe screen your vendors twice, and keep the cocoa nibs handy for emergencies.
Ross_Jennifer · 361 Views

I reincarnated into a popular novel:The vampire diaries

Noah had never been healthy. From the moment he was born, his life was defined by sickle cell anemia, a relentless condition that left him weak, fatigued, and in constant pain. His blood, flawed and fragile, seemed to betray him at every turn. The disease didn’t just ravage his body—it shaped his entire existence. He was introverted, withdrawn, and struggled to connect with others. While his mother and sister effortlessly made friends and thrived in social settings, Noah often felt like an outsider, watching life pass him by from the sidelines. There were moments, rare and fleeting, when he felt a semblance of contentment. But more often than not, a hollow ache settled deep within him, a void that nothing could fill. It wasn’t just the physical pain of his illness—it was the loneliness, the isolation, the feeling of being a burden to those he loved. One day, the sickness came for him with a vengeance. His body, already worn down by years of fighting, finally began to give out. This time, Noah didn’t resist. The hollow feeling had returned, stronger and more consuming than ever. He was tired—tired of the pain, tired of the loneliness, tired of the endless struggle. For the first time, he let go. As his breaths grew shallow and his vision blurred, Noah closed his eyes. The world around him faded into silence, and his last thought wasn’t one of fear or regret, but of emptiness. He took his final breath, the hollow ache in his chest finally stilled. But death wasn’t the end. Noah woke up—somewhere else. The air felt different, charged with an energy he couldn’t explain. His body, once frail and broken, felt... alive. Strong. He blinked, disoriented, as his surroundings came into focus. He wasn’t in a hospital bed anymore. He wasn’t even in his world. He was in the **TVD Universe**.
Godly_Npc · 1.1K Views
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