2253: Lately, I've been inundated with calls requesting a driver, each call presenting weight, distance, time, and a random number, all originating from unlisted numbers, rendering my once-effective robocall killer application useless, potentially due to a breach in the resolver I've relied on since 2019, as Experian alerted me to leaked passwords from my mail accounts. Simultaneously, I've been receiving identity protection alerts for crimes, despite my credit file being locked, leading to nights spent resolving issues with remote data centers and securing my accounts, transitioning from passwords generated by organic random patterns to those managed by a key manager's complexity automation. Additionally, my system has flagged anomalies, particularly on Windows devices, hinting at a potential key logger on an old laptop. Running a diagnostic from the Apple store reactivated an obfuscation setting last October, intended for added security, but causing signal issues and indicating unusual network traffic—more uploads than downloads, and heuristically, my output surpasses input, despite my preference for downtime activities disconnected from technology, with screen time possibly accounting for only 20% of my waking hours. Amidst these challenges, I navigate solutions, articulating possible fixes to higher-tier technical support in a common operating language fostering trust and collaboration over confrontation, aiming for de-escalation and cooperation toward shared goals, acknowledging there's much work ahead.
2243: The unlocked ".life" file revealed a concerning discovery—my daughter suspected signs of renal failure coinciding with my stint in California. My injuries, including a dislocated hip from training mishaps, worsened by lifting heavy loads alone, led to persistent hematuria. Her note, "Dad might have renal cancer like Mom did. I hope I don't have it," outlined a checklist of corrections. Despite her mother's protective shield, she delved into our lives, driven by a deep curiosity and a sense of responsibility. This blend of ancient wisdom and modern inquiry guided her, fostering a bond that weathered challenges. Her determination to unearth truths, akin to explorers, reflected a shared ethos—an intrinsic pull towards purpose and action. As our involvement deepened, despite external pressures, our connection transcended traditional roles, embracing a higher calling. The world may perceive me differently, but our journey defies simple narratives, rooted in a quest for truth and authenticity amidst societal norms of validation and conformity.
0254: My colleague suggested that I shift my writing focus from addressing a specific audience to writing for my own sake. She pointed out that I may still be writing with the hope that my ex or Marina, despite their passing, would somehow come across my work. I've encountered questions from readers who wondered if I was addressing them directly or referencing someone they knew. To address these concerns, I've structured my writing to be open and honest, starting with Marina, and I've clarified my daughter's passing due to cancer. Writing freely, I've explored concepts beyond movie tropes, delving into real studies while trying to avoid external influences. All my work is kept offline, manually inputted, to maintain independence from outside influences. While I may collaborate, I'm driven to create something uniquely mine, reflecting my humanity and individuality. Exploring the notion of time travel and its tangible effects, I acknowledge others who've explored similar paths, often misunderstood yet possessing deep kindness. This reflects the nuances of communication, with face-to-face interactions preferred for genuine connection.
0102: Tonight, I'm inundated with a swift barrage of names from a vast registry, a compendium representing nearly every individual on Earth. This exhaustive list won't conclude in one night; its purpose is to test whether it will trigger a cessation in my cognitive processes, pinpointing a catatonic episode from over a year ago and prior instances where distressing news about my child was received. It also notes recorded translations of signals from my mind correlating with specific emotions. The amalgamation of these names seeks to unearth an underlying subconscious trigger that prompts my unresponsive reactions, possibly stemming from organic programming entwined with my high-functioning autism (or Asperger's) and another form of neurodivergence or ADHD, which appears to counteract obsessive-compulsive tendencies. This dichotomy enables me to break free and concentrate on the present, oscillating between these states throughout my daily routine as observed by my colleague. While the integration of these conditions doesn't nullify their impact, they seem to correct each other dynamically. This therapeutic approach will be assessed gradually, with input sought from accredited external entities for a second medical opinion, considering discrepancies in released information and the need for comprehensive evaluation. Discussions about conferring an honorary doctorate, whether for my child or myself, are met with my refusal, yet I'm open to honoring Marina posthumously, acknowledging her enduring support and belief in my capacity to contribute positively.
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- They say to count your blessings, to think of things that you are thankful for. For when time falls backward this weekend, remember the hours past.
- A reminder that there is always shade where there is light; a break from the madness aside lies serenity and peace towards your stars.
- Stay comfortable this season, as it will differ from the years you've felt. Walk the path you set and make your mark. Your art, your style
- You are a light to many, and to many a light. Plot your trajectory with these and shine on.
- I was never a navigator of my own stars; always guided by a /light yet this a gift no longer for myself, but /one that plots her own course.
- To wherever comfort welcomes you, whatever destination
7. For you; Wherein there is always light - Congrats
- Meeting (you) halfway
- From a promise that was once written; thoughts that have not waned; in between the Space where the Sun and Moon meet.
- (...)And constant stars, in them I read such art as truth and beauty shall together thrive
- (...)whereon the stars in secret influence comment(...)And all in war with time for love of you, as he takes from you, I engraft you new.
0047: I may have discovered an exit code embedded within a string of alphanumeric characters, a phrase I've found effective in deterring artificial entities that frequent social media platforms. This seemingly innocuous sequence causes a loop, perhaps due to its deliberate confusion-inducing structure, possibly an intentional safeguard from its initial implementation. It bears significance as a message Marina once shared during a restless night, triggering a similar response within me. It appears to be part of a larger sequence unlocking a file, a puzzle designed to keep my mind sharp, although I approach its resolution leisurely. My focus remains on deliberate actions over elaborate ones, preferring simplicity in communication to avoid misinterpretation or triggering unforeseen consequences. Miscommunication poses the greatest risk over time, leading to misunderstandings or even mental exhaustion necessitating a halt, echoing advice from a past friend and guardian to prioritize self-care. Humanity's potential is boundless, yet pushing limits safely involves acknowledging mental and physical boundaries. Let us, as guardians, unite to safeguard our progress and environment with prudent actions, honoring those who came before us and those we raise for the future.
