Black Clover 316 Spoilers, Raw Scans, Release Date

2021.12.09 03:40 AnimeTroop Black Clover 316 Spoilers, Raw Scans, Release Date
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2021.12.09 03:40 LukaDoncicJizzInMe Whoever sits next to Deshawn and Heather is winning it all.

Those two have the weakest jury control and do not have a chance at winning it therefore whoever gets to the end with them is gonna win it.
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2021.12.09 03:40 JamiroFan2000 The Jamiroquai Minute With JamiroFan2000 | "Cosmic Girl" Music Video Outtakes!

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2021.12.09 03:40 icoco_ Now, you can audit Teams meetings through the Teams audit log.

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2021.12.09 03:40 Technical_Ad_1170 Can anyone help with understanding this Molecular Dynamics Simulations (in FORTRAN) problem?

I have the code with me. But I'm not able to interpret the results. I'm not even sure I understand the code in its full entirety. I'll attach the code as well for your understanding. Please help me out with this. Please.
Q1. Write A molecular dynamics code interacting with each other with LJ interaction, with 1000 particles in 202020 box with PBC, and show explicity that energy and momentum is conserved. Use the velocity Verlet Algorithm. dt =0.005 \tau. Cutoff for potential r_c =2.5 \sigma.
Momentum per particle will be conserved to 10-15, whereas energy will conserved to -- ??
Remember to put Center of mass vel=0, at the beginning of simulation.
Q2. If increase number of particles to 2000, and you also incorporate a thermostat called every 100 iterations, show momentum is still conserved and energy is fluctuating about mean values. Energy should be conserved for 100 MD steps, in between the two calls of thermostat.
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2021.12.09 03:40 sgarg17 Someone gifted me a US region ps gift card. I'm in Canada. Does someone want to exchange it. Or know how I can resolve it?

Feel free to dm me.
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2021.12.09 03:40 musclesbear How it feels to chew 5 gum

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2021.12.09 03:40 manzanasrojisimas [SP] Metric Mania

The most difficult things to imagine absent from life are those which have always been present.
In 2027, when I was in second grade, Mani Inc. revealed their breakthrough “ManiWatch”: a rechargeable wrist device that, through tracking various physiological metrics such as heart rate, HRV, functional lactate threshold, and VO2max, could calculate a revolutionary new metric called a “Readiness Score.” This would conveniently notify the user which tasks they should and should not engage with given their score, as well as if working out was worthwhile that day, if a nap was a smart choice, and when exactly they should sip coffee for the largest benefit. It revolutionized productivity in ways that humankind could’ve only dreamed of before its emergence. Through letting objective analyzation dictate activity and monitor the most important metrics, society started to prioritize readiness scores over subjective measures of wellbeing, as the scores had proven themselves to be more accurate than someone trying to guess their subjective mental and physical potential.
It wasn’t until seventh grade that I got my first “ManiBand”—a device which you’re supposed to wear around your head every night to enhance the “Readiness Score” accuracy from solely wrist-based metrics. It tracks the user’s sleep cycles and integrates the scores into a more accurate estimate of readiness. A breakthrough study by Harvard found that year, with just the fourth generation ManiWatch and first generation ManiBand, that by consistently wearing Mani Inc.’s “wearables,” one could boost their productivity by a whopping 110%. Parents started to encourage their kids to remember to charge and wear their wearables before bed in the same way they encouraged them to brush their teeth every night.
Wearables were a significant advancement to the human condition, but through the Readiness Revolution humanity discovered something curious: the data that wearables provided over time indicated the existence of “rogue days.” These are days where, due to no identifiable precondition, the Readiness Score is incredibly low. Through early studies in the infancy of the Readiness Revolution on rogue days, it was determined that to do anything but rest and sleep would throw off the next several days of wearable tracking, Readiness Scores, and by consequence, a productive and happy life. These occurrences are extremely rare and decrease in frequency with each new Mani Inc. generation of wearables, yet it is still of upmost research to understand these seemingly random anomalies to develop techniques to counter them. Sensing a niche for a new product (the market share of Mani Inc. is the highest of any product in the world) the “M-pill” was introduced—the best antidote to a rogue day, which simultaneously eases the mind and tranquilizes the user, and is solely indicated for rogue days.
As Mani Inc. has already eradicated the majority mental health challenges through their wearable’s contributions and M-pills, Mani Inc. is considered the most popular, reputable, and important business entity in the history of the world for all of humankind. I had rogue days often, but never more than twice in a year; nowadays most folks might have one in a decade.
Nowadays, there are several iterations of the devices that Mani Inc. so infamously revealed since 2027. I personally use the ManiWatch 9, the ManiBand 6, and practice caloric tracking too, a new trend also affiliated with what people are starting to call “Metricism,” the preeminent philosophical movement of my time. Metricism posits that life—physical, emotional, mental, and even spiritual health—are emphatically improved by the meticulous tracking and analyzation through advanced algorithms of physiological metrics. Action follows the suggestion of these algorithms. Most everyone that begins to practice the values of Metricism becomes happier, healthier, and far more productive than those who do not engage in it. The more one commits to consistent and thorough Metricism practices, the more rewarding Metricism seems to be.
I woke up Monday with a score of about 89/100, which meant I was in great condition, though all I felt was the urge to sleep another 5 minutes. I woke myself up, and groggily checked my ManiBand to try and understand why I felt so drained despite my high readiness score and discovered that I had only had 20 minutes of my REM cycle. When all the devices synced on the Mani companion app, my updated score dropped to a 67/100, which made more sense; it’s hard to achieve your dreams on days you didn’t dream, after all. The Mani companion app told me that today would be a day where a M-pill would be necessary in the evening, which gave me a sense of private relief, despite the rogue day designation. I ate precisely 450 calories as recommended by the app, as my ManiWatch had tracked exactly that amount had been burned by my base metabolic rate since my last meal input. I dutifully inputted the exact amounts of fats, proteins, carbohydrates, and fluids into the Mani companion app, hoping it would save the designation of the day from “rogue” to “poor.”
My morning classes were stressful. The Mani companion app advised against putting any effort into studying, as the Readiness Score predicted that it would be futile compared to the potential of the next day’s score, given my weekly average, which was much higher. But I was already behind in my classes from the week prior, and it stressed me out knowing I’d be even more behind this week with the rogue day designation. The M-pill that night, I knew, would soothe my anxiety, but I still couldn’t help feeling restless through classes, and like I could do more. But like a sensible person, I obeyed the assessment.
At lunch, my friend Sloan tried to help me feel better, but ended up just making me feel worse about my restlessness and agitation. “You know, we can just work out together tomorrow! My score today is barely enough to qualify for a run, so it’ll probably be a shitty run anyways,” he tried to reassure me, even though after an agitating day of low potential and tons of opportunities for productivity, all I wanted to do was burn the stress away with a run. My macros were looking great, but I was low on potassium, sodium, magnesium, and water, which factored into the activity contraindication I was given. Sloan never really had rogue days, and it felt difficult for him to identify with the stress of not being ready enough to complete already late work I had on my plate, plus not being able to run off the stress. The only thing to do was that which the companion app indicated—nothing of any importance.
I got home and took my M-pill, and immediately the weight of the world was lifted from my shoulders. I played videogames until the rogue day ceased to be a concern, and I drifted off peacefully into sleep. I dreamt.
When Tuesday morning rolled around, it was a shock to see that it was yet another rogue day. Not just any rogue day, but a 26/100 Readiness Score! I was consistent with what the algorithm had told me to do the day prior yet had two rogue day designations in a row. I had received perfect sleep, and my diet the night prior hit all my macros and micros that were deficient that morning. It felt like a blow to the chest, knowing that there was nothing to be done despite so many assignments, studying, and obligations to be done. Thoughts raced through my head, trying to tackle how this could’ve happened, but I arrived without any rational reason why I had now had two rogue days in a row.
The philosophy of Metricism asserts that if you are not at a certain threshold of readiness given an opportunity to do something meaningful, that it is better to rest that day and pursue it the next. Better to complete a three-hour task on a day you’re Readiness Score indicates it’d only take you two hours, after all. The protocol for rogue days is to simply balance your macros, take a M-pill, and sleep it off, which makes another rogue day highly improbable.
Rogue days are typically infrequent, yet I had had four that month alone, and in the past two days, two in a row.
I spent Tuesday in limbo. I felt wholly capable of doing things but restrained by that which was supposed to objectively tell me when exactly to do what and when not to. I weighed violating the companion apps’ recommendation but assumed it would be futile, because I had never been put in a spot to consider such a drastic move. I told my professors, and they accepted the predicament I was in graciously and patiently, but Jackson, my supervisor, did not. I had had too many rogue days in the past month to justify keeping me, and I was promptly removed from my internship opportunity. “You seem alright to me, you pitiful subjectivite,” he said grinning as I packed up my possessions from my desk, with the tone of someone who was confident they had discovered a personal lie. I didn’t believe his sincerity initially, as every single other rogue day hadn’t been an issue, but the animosity in the air following the comment, and his grin indicated a completed shift of my reputation, and so I bowed my head and left.
To lie about a Readiness Score is an offence that is prosecutable by law. The Metrics Act of 2035 codified the legal use of the Readiness Score, lying about which is prosecutable as fraud. Many worldwide countries joined the “Readiness Revolution” alongside the United States, and many resisted; those who evaded the revolution were later forced to join it as all their economies tanked next to the Metricistic countries’ economies, bolstered by the surge in productivity of its citizens. To lie about having a rogue day to evade responsibilities was nonetheless common, and we called those types of people “subjectivites.” To not participate in the Readiness Revolution was a freedom of choice that only the foolish and the elderly opted for.
I was not a subjectivite, but I sure felt as lowly as one. It was true—I had had more rogue days in a month than most people had in years. Usually, the wearables pick up on any health condition days before doctors would have back in the 2020s, but mine indicated nothing unusual. Moreover, I was hungry to run, hungry to complete homework and study, and devastated by the sudden removal of my position from a job I cared so much about. I took an M-pill and let the world drift away from importance yet again, and fell into a deep sleep. M-pill sleep is usually the best kind of sleep.
On Wednesday, I woke up feeling absolutely burnt out from the stress of the day before, the effects of which were just hitting me. The tens of hours of outstanding work to catch up on in university only weighed my head more into the pillow before I checked my Readiness Score, which read 90/100. I puked in my toilet from the anxiety of what faced me that day, and got dressed, intent on utilizing all of the potential my Readiness Score had indicated. My professors were most pleased at how rapidly I caught up in everything, but all I felt was dissatisfaction and emptiness. I could barely remember my name, or what I even liked. A pretty woman at Starbucks spilled my drink on herself, and I yelled at her, which I apologized for profusely, but she just stared, blankly. I got the work done, and the Readiness Score was accurate to how capable I was of completing everything I had fallen behind in, but I felt like I was a robot programmed to feel devoid of emotion the entire time. I skipped my evening physics class, and came home early, without even caring about the lecture I had just missed.
As soon as I arrived home, I cried without a distinguishable reason. My ManiWatch automatically enabled activity mode due to my heart rate soaring to 180bpm, indicative of physical activity, as I sunk into a desperate madness. Nothing could comfort me, and as my ManiWatch congratulated me for hitting a weekly heart rate peak with beeping and animated confetti, I ripped it off and screamed into my pillow, anxious for my thousands of thoughts to cease, and my breaths to slow. I fell asleep at 5pm in the afternoon, fully clothed, without addressing any more of the unproductive thoughts from the productive day I felt like I had just barely made it through.
I awoke Thursday morning to my ManiWatch beeping at me for my alarm and felt something was very wrong momentarily before it came to me—I had forgotten to wear either wearable to bed. Shocked, I looked at my ManiBand, resting peacefully in its charging port, the charge LED light indicating that it was ready for a full night of logging, only it was 6:15am. My ManiWatch on the ground read in big red letters across the screen: “INSUFFICIENT DATA.” I couldn’t believe what had happened; I hadn’t forgotten to wear a wearable since middle school. The weight of the previous day resurfaced in my head as I breathed heavily. I decided that I couldn’t afford to fall behind through another panic attack. I got dressed for the day, and tried to forget about the predicament I was in. It was my only option.
The first thing I noticed was my stomach grumbling, and I remembered: I hadn’t tracked my macros and micros to completion Wednesday. The sensation was unfamiliar. I quickly ate a meal that was more than the amount I was supposed to for breakfast, to make up for the night prior, and tracked my macros as if the frequency of my meals hadn’t been interrupted from my episode the night prior. I ate, drank, and then ran errands for the rest of the morning, completing everything that I had still not completed from my productivity hiatus.
Dr. Stevens, my biology professor, jokingly asked if I was experiencing another rogue day as I entered the room. His expression indicated that he had perceived my chaotic mental state, and I replied that I was fine— I was unwilling to fall behind and risk the chaos of catching up again by admitting my legitimate situation. He was my favorite professor: always organized, genuine, and wickedly intelligent, and after being sacked from the most promising biology internship in the state, I had no intentions of swaying another person’s perception of myself.
“Ah, well that’s great news to hear. You don’t look well though,” he replied with a tone of concern. “How’re your vitals?” he asked. I snapped back that they were normal, and hurriedly sat down before the confrontation could continue. To everyone’s mutual surprise, Dr. Stevens announced a pop quiz on the central dogma of biology. I answered the questions quickly, my stylus shiny with sweat, before anyone else finished. I sat down again relieved at how easy the pop quiz was and waited for everyone else to complete the quiz before Dr. Stevens interrupted my state of contentment by requesting that I go see him in his office after class. Reluctantly, I nodded.
His office was the most colorful in the entire building, with diagrams of complex biochemical pathways stretching endlessly into the corners of the room. A photo of his family sat on the shelf behind his desk. The young Dr. Stevens in the photo stared back at me, his face unhappy, almost glaring back at me.
“All of my kids are married and raising their own kids now. I think that it’s very peculiar to be a biology professor and a parent at the same time; I can’t help but to acknowledge that they are my contributions to the same theory of evolution we talk about endlessly in class!” He smiled, as if expecting a laugh from me, but I didn’t feel like responding.
“You didn’t look at your ManiWatch when I asked you if your vitals were normal,” he said as he mixed a bag of green tea into his heated mug. I could feel his aged eyes scanning my face as the silence of the room met his question. “You look sickly. Is everything going alright, Seth?”
My thoughts raced through a dozen excuses simultaneously, but I had so many running through my head that I failed to commit to any at all as his eyes remained analyzing mine. The smell of his tea rank in my nose; it had been years since I had smelled a beverage that wasn’t coffee.
“Are you doing alright, Seth? You don’t seem yourself.” I didn’t move.
“You’ve had two rogue days back-to-back with each other, yet somehow look worse today,” he said. I remained silent.
“I’m concerned, not upset; your grades are among the highest of the class,” he reassured me, but I was in another planet, the last 72 hours racing behind my paralyzed eyes, locked looking through the floor as my hands trembled silently under the desk.
“Seth? Do you hear me?”
Children, the ill, and the elderly most often forget to wear their wearables. Sometimes, they break in the middle of the night, though extremely rare—Mani Inc.’s product quality is the best in the world. The protocol to attain a proper Readiness Score in the event of a null reading is to immediately consult with a representative from Mani Inc. It takes about an hour and a half, but the importance of attaining an accurate estimate of a score from a licensed expert is almost always of such importance that virtually nobody risks not getting assessed, despite the irritatingly long and tedious assessment process.
Overwhelmed by the contents of my mind, I broke my silence. I told him everything, all at once. I told him about the two rogue days, and the M-pills, my job, and the panic of the night before. I told him that I hadn’t worn my wearables, and didn’t know my Readiness Score, and that I had lied to his face about it. I told him about how desperate I was to not fall behind again from my peers and plead with him to not judge me for daring to lie about such a serious topic in the face of his genuine concern. I finished venting to him before I knew I had started, and sat in a state of helpless exasperation, staring again into the space beyond the floor.
He sat silent for a moment, staring at the same place my gaze continued to shoot through on the carpet. After the moment had passed, and the silence of the room grown loud, he sipped his tea, and sat down in his office chair.
“Your scores came back from the quiz perfect, Seth.”
I was surprised at his irrelevant response and looked at him from the prison of a chair I had been bound into. Sensing the shift in my attention, he continued, not moving his eyes from the preferred spot in the carpet as he spoke. I noticed his eyes eased as he spoke, and his expression changed from one of concern to total ease throughout his admission.
When he was done talking to me, he calmly met my blank stare, and stood up. As he unstrapped his ManiWatch from his wrist he smiled and left me alone in his office, humming a tune into the hallway as he walked away. Big red letters continued to flash across the screen as I walked out of his office a few minutes later.
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2021.12.09 03:40 ByzantineByron Preparing to collect the tithe!

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2021.12.09 03:40 MynameisFrancine08 Pfizer says booster shot of its vaccine protects against omicron variant

A Pfizer-BioNTech Covid-19 booster shot appears to provide strong protection against the omicron variant, while the initial two-dose vaccine may be insufficient to prevent infection, the companies announced Wednesday.
Their findings, along with data from separate lab studies, confirm that the new variant is more skilled at sidestepping immune protection provided by existing vaccines than previous strains, but the extent of its abilities to evade the body's defenses remains unclear as further studies are still needed, health experts say.
Pfizer and BioNTech said laboratory test results show the third dose of their vaccine provides neutralizing antibodies against omicron comparable to those seen against the original coronavirus and other variants after two doses.
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2021.12.09 03:40 ogseaweed xQc supports the Trap Game (wholesome)

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2021.12.09 03:40 chefmerch Help!

Hello, I am looking for anyone with Norwegian decent to help me out! I am very curious if y’all have any old family stories related to Vikings visiting America Before Columbus. Please give me any info you have as I am a Native of America who loves history.
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2021.12.09 03:40 Sakkamakakka H: Legacy’s and other stuff W: excavator OE AP SENT chest / excavator OE EXP RESIST SENT left arm

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2021.12.09 03:40 Familiar_Bluejay4400 Come shower with me 😉

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2021.12.09 03:40 Z3bula new dungeon is lit

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2021.12.09 03:40 Fluffy_Strategy84 Which one are you?

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2021.12.09 03:40 stickyfiggy Is the market just not there for ChemE?

Graduated this spring with a 3.9 gpa, good public school, one internship at a civil engineering firm. Did research for two summers. I applied to hundreds of places, had my resume reviewed by school and job fair people etc. I have had two interviews. One was at a startup, I severely choked in front of the CEO and 5 other engineers because of anxiety, but the other I did amazing on yet never heard back... I currently work as a lab tech making $21 a hour at the moment. I essentially clean glassware for a living. All the higher up employees look down at me for some reason no matter how kind I am towards them. I've been there 3 months. I'm really getting burnt out by my own mind. I have this burning feeling that I have made a mistake by not finding any place to work yet. How should I approach my situation. I have regret of my entire major at this point. I really enjoyed the comp sci courses I took. Debating going back for a masters in data science or comp sci. I really don't know what else to do. I am not looking for pity I am looking for advice. My own coworker blamed being stuck at our current job on his own gpa. (he had a 2.75) I told him I don't think that's the case. I have been teaching myself more data science in the last month (free and paid stuff I've found online). I've started to apply to jobs in that field too, but I'm not exactly a candidate given most entry level requirements. I gave up doing a ton of fun stuff in my college years so that I could do well just to end up like this. Pretty disappointed in myself. I live with my parents now given my current situation. My dad pretty much mocks my job and tells me to quit & clean dishes at home. People who I would tutor in school got better jobs than me. I appreciate any advice/criticism. I understand this is my own doing.
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2021.12.09 03:40 AlexRVX8 I got out of Flockpool

I didn't want to get much into it, so I stayed there for a while, but since I got into minafacil it really shows how much Flockpool sucks D. As someone wisely said on this forum: Get out of Flockpool, morons.
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2021.12.09 03:40 lonerpop805 (:’

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2021.12.09 03:40 Kayrokk Bought it yesterday and took it out for its first ride today!

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2021.12.09 03:40 lifeoflunatic [QC] Air Jordan 1 Retro High Obsidian UNC | OG Batch from TimSneakers (low karma user)

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2021.12.09 03:40 chris_0929 Chances of this happening???? Exact same time for two battles

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2021.12.09 03:40 Cantfrickingthink Can I make a cold brew like drink with espresso?

I don’t know if this makes since but the only thing I have in my fridge is coffee creamer. That’s what I add to my cold brew. How could I use creamer with my espresso machine?
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2021.12.09 03:40 Arckhunter Total Eclipse of the Sun #space #nasa Arckhunter

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2021.12.09 03:40 Karakurt_ [ Advise ] Yet another post-apocalipsis world

I'm a bit surprised how popular this topic is today... And not the depressing survival one, quite the opposite - new society looking up for the "gods of the past"...
Oh well, here goes another one. So, what I'm asking is a more hardworked timeline of true past for my world. I know key events, but I need to space them somewhat reasonably in time relative to themselves, so I want to hear your propositions and criticism.
Also it turned out to be an awesome excuse to finally put all my thoughts into a complete text, therefore:
Here is a timeline: In the future from now, society had become really technologically advanced, three main breakthroughs being compact and insanely efficient energy storage, restricted human-grade AI (yep, I'm gonna deal with it somehow) and above all a technology that allows manipulation of matter in a similar way as telekinesis works, but with limitations It isn't a paradise however, it is way closer to cyberpunk, with augmentations and 24/7 Connection; every human at the age of 18 undergoes complex surgery that fuses him with his personal computer (servant, not assistant or guide). Biotechnology is advanced too, there are nanobots that can heal you in a matter of minutes (if there are resources available), there even was a Law of Dragon Balls, which allowed artificially created dragons to reproduce. (Originally a joke, but...😏)
And here comes BUT: there was a flash on the Sun, and geomagnetic storm wiped out most of human's infrastructure (inspired by a storm of 1859). This broke everything, Internet, electricity, water management, trade routes, political relationships, even in-town communication. (Have you ever thought how much we rely on the internet today?) Because of insane complexity of future systems this damage could not be restored quickly, so humanity fell into Disconnected age. Being knocked out basically to Middle ages humans quickly become wild-like, still maintaining a culture but quite a gory one (cyberpunk * Frostpunk * Mad Max all over the world). Countries still lived somehow, millitary and govermental systems where restored first. Eventually that ended in a war. Nuclear one, to be precise, despite far more devastating weapons being available - nuclear weaponary was cheaper. At first there wasn't much of radiation contamination, weapons where "cleaner" and idea was to claim cleared land, but last blows of war where quite dirty. Some countries even used weapons of "modern" warfare: biological, cybernetic, psychological(mind hacking viruses)... At the end of the day the world stood silent.
(Ofc it took longer than a day)
But there was one city that survived all of that. An ambitious project of yesterday, the Human Heaven, the City That Floats. Marvel of cutting edge technology, self-sufficient and pricey resort which slowly and gracefully glided on Earth's magnetic field (quite a stretch, I know) at around 12 km height (no, I don't want it to be a space station). To put it simply, It just got lucky. It's own magnetic field provided some protection from geomagnetic storm, and the route along oceans saved from being ravaged or nucked. Moreover, on the resort itself original "government" quickly collapsed from isolation, but Luck was feeling generous, and provided a strong individual, who managed to gather and guide people through the hardships. He was later named The Father for his way of positioning himself to someone he spoke to. And hardships he had to traverse, because The City could not be landed - all of ground structures where destroyed and they where way too expensive to repair. So, the only thing left was to survive as long as possible, hooping that one day they could touch the firm ground again. That dream was not that unreachable, because, after little civil war for liberating City's resources, and a great engineering effort; those resources become self-sustainable. Without question of power or technological limits the only problem remaining where people. Could they make it through time and probably generations? Will they think of a way to safely land?
(Airships where destroyed by the storm)
The faith decided against it, as among surviving few was hiding an imposter. An agent from politically active country, that had a mission to crush The Floating City onto the territory of opposing country, if there was a war. Geomagnetic storm trew off those plans completely, but The Judas, as he would be called later, could not simply put old arguments aside, for The Father was the citizen of that opposing country. So, one terrific day after City's renovation he came into capitan's room where last working City Control Access Seat was situated, and stuck a knife into the head of The Father, who was correcting the course at that moment. This devastated the community. The Judas was tortured and thrown out, the best minds that remained have tried to help their Father, The One who everyone loved and cherished, essentially the small Good-on-Earth; but it was too late. The knife pierced his brain and augmentation, killing the mortal messiah on the spot. (Those events should come after some time of peace, so that the cult of The Father could be born)
The community was broken. Lost without their Guide they could not even bare to remove him from the Control Seat - it was a complex dance if an operator and a machine, for they essentially where becoming the one. And removal would not only possibly break the Seat, but also rip the corpse apart. Depression and anxiety spread. Attempts to repair other Access Seats did not succeed. Many started to use virtual drugs to ease their pain (virtual realities).
But another miracle happened unnoticed. (Not really unnoticed, but still it wasn't helpful) The fact that The Father was connected directly to the machine and it's support systems allowed his organism to technically continue living. His heart resumed beating, his tissues did not start to decay, his neural networks continued activity. The City helped it's leader. The only thing it could not bring back was Father himself. Damage was too severe. But this effort wasn't lost. Many of lover brain functions and some of higher structures continued to function. Therefore The Father transended his death, continuing to guide The City's resources for good of the community, even if being quite basic. City stayed on course, repairs where reported, atmosphere managed and food cared. City moved on. People could not. They spiraled down the way of despair, loosing hope and reason to live. Simulations where way sweeter than reality.
And The City fell into disrepair. Course deviated, height was barely maintained, systems where struggling to work - the damage from storm was never fully repaired. One day the point of no return was crossed, and The City started descending uncontrollably. Children, who where least affected by the mood of the community, had noticed that and run to adults for help. But noone listened. Eventually two of yesterday's teenagers heard the young generation and ran to The Father thinking of the solution. There was none. Systems on board clearly indicated a crash landing in a couple of hours.
( Idk where to put it, but The Father was a surgeon, and because of that augmentation procedure continued to be performed. How? Instructions for how to do it where read at loud to The Father, and his brain automatically preformed operation. After all, he did it so many times that every single detail was imprinted deep into his brain. So, that couple, he and she, who answered to the children, was augmented)
Situation was desperate. Hopeless, the two adults knew. But The Father, one who guided them an taught morality was right beside them, which gave them the strength to power through. They gathered children, and started a prayer. The first prayer to The Father, in fact. Not as good as the prayers of old, not even really reasonable, the world at that point was quite atheistic, but satisfactory. It calmed the kids and made peace with inevitable death for adults. They tried their best. They lived as The Father guided. They did good.
Prayer was becoming louder and louder, as the Words of the Father was giving them confidence an relief. Father is with them. He will guide. And miraculously he did. Nobody knows exactly how, and nobody actually saw that, but City waked up to a degree rarely seen even before the storm, systems preformed newer programmed functions, and somehow The City became afloat again. Not enough to fly, but just enough to soften the landing and, strangely enough, shield the capitan's room. At the last moment, right as the bottom touched the ground, the many matter affectors all over the station bent the matter way outside their theoretical limits, fighting for every bump on the City and, more importantly, keeping the people from overloads and hits. People from capitan's room...
(Now the events loose some detail)
Miraculously children survived. The City crashed quite hardly, leaving a big scar behind itself, but most of its structure was preserved (not intact). Survivors, after realising what just happened and calming some shock, ventured out to scout the City and it's surroundings. It was quite gruesome picture. Some adults who woke from simulations because of violent decent where now better described as a paint. Others where mangled and torn. Nobody survived, other than kids.
(VR that they where connected to is a bed that holds them in place, and a connector behind right ear where cable plus in).
That was quite a moral load. But eventually they powered through. They gathered around the World of The Father, who now became a god of newborn religion. Original survivors did not think of it so, they intended to simply preserve and teach The Father's moral (for now Christian is a placeholder). At least Adults wanted so. For Children that was way too much, and because of that further generations only developed the religion.
Some time has passed, and surprisingly operational remains of The City became now a grounded city called "Небесная Падь", Celestial Fall in lossy translation. The land, deserted by war and scared by The Fall turned out to be inhabited by wilded out survivors, and after some hardships Celestial Fall became the capital of small, isolated medieval-ish country because of its resources.
The meaning of augmentation was completely forgotten, but the process itself was preserved as sort of graduation or initiation ritual that Monks of The Father preformed as they turned 18. Not everyone was surviving that procedure, however. Equipment was damaged by The Fall, and to make things worse People of Sky mixed their blood with People of Earth (now those names are more formal than factual), and because of that even successful surgery could still kill a human. (Mutations and chemistry) Because of that the pilgrimage was created, when newly "graduated" monks visit every city looking for healthy children by the age of 6 using forgotten technology. (Some medical diagnostic device as noticed to predict if human will survive initiation) After that they're "serving the world" wandering around the country as solders, judges, mercenaries - helpers for those who need it. Their augmentation makes them stronger, faster and smarter than regular people. And it also gives the an ability to "wield magic" - forgotten language that was used to speak to computers. They see it as a blessing of Their Father.
Contrary to the Word of the Father, there also exists a more disorganized religion, also with "power of the word", but more mythical, more ancient, based on slavic paganism and not only it. Tho that's one of less worked on areas.
... Nah, I exhausted myself. There is still a bunch of interesting lore left, but words are no longer linking with each other, and main events of forgotten past are already described. So, I'll stop here and listen to your responses.
Initially it was intended as D&D where fantasy is fused with sci-fi, and "advanced technology" is mistaken for "magic". The more I develop this world tho, the less I see how to integrate D&D gameplay into it. Tho campaign is slowly growing...
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