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The prompt was "When everyone turns 18 they receive a pet that is figurative of their personality. You're the first person to receive a dragon..."

“They keep calling me ‘Ghost Boy’” Joqur said, he found it hard to look into Chelsie’s eyes as he said it.

Before his Choosing Ceremony, staring into her eyes was a favorite pastime of his, albeit a covert one. Two years his elder, she always seemed to be there for him when he needed her. In a city the size of Gilead, her constant presence was truly a feat—the logistics of which he had not quite determined.

In part he refused to question out of fear. Ten years now they had been inseparable. Her touch, her eyes, and most of all her words had kept him going during the most trivial of trials and those more demanding. His most cherished memories of her were blurred kissed, shared under moonlight in the fields of the outer walls after drinking cheap root drink her and other students had stolen or smuggled for the New Year celebrations.

Yet, since her Choosing Ceremony two years and not a fortnight passed, she had changed. She was still there when he needed her, without question. Yet since receiving her Sea Eagle she spoke more and more of her travels to come; the lands she would explore, the new tongues, the colored people. These travels of course did not involve the studious Joqur—his travels were little else but through ink and parchment. To date, however, she had not left.

And of course she spent time tending to her resonant. Sea Eagles were large creatures. Hers was the size of a man and the wingspan of four. Given time and special attention it was said even some could be ridden.

“Joqur…” Chelsie reached over and gave him a soft pat on the shoulder and stared where his eyes should’ve been if his head weren’t downturned. After some time his eyes met hers. She gave a soft but strong smile.

“Ghost boy because of all the 79 men of my day-of-birth this Choosing Ceremony I was the only one to receive no resonant whatsoever. They said my resonant must be a Ghost and he hides in the books I cling to.”

“Joqur, please stop.” Her voice was gentle yet firm.

“I’ve talked to my father as I told you I would. He says the records at the Changing Gate indicate that this has happened before. In the last Century a pair of twins didn’t receive their resonant at their Choosing Ceremony either. They had to wait a month for theirs to come.”

Chelsie lived not far from Joqur, though their families were of different report. His family walked to the second wall during the faming season and worked for their rice and roots. Chelsie’s father worked in the Great Temple and her mother ran a large Inn close to the Capital Building.
Chelsie’s voice rose in pitch as she saw some light pop back into Joqur’s eyes.

“Well it has been only three days. Maybe I’m like them then? My resonant has yet to come?” Joqur’s chest finally rose and he pulled his hands away from his face as he took a deep breath and offered a slight smile.

“I think it could be.” Chelsie said smiling. She soon began to chuckle and this built in to a roaring laugh.

Joqur’s laughter slowly joined with hers and rose in volume until they were both rolling on the floor in her parent’s sitting room as though they were youngins again.

Their laughter was harshly interrupted as Chelsie’s father abruptly entered the room.

“Joqur? Well, I’m surprised to see you here… But relieved. I’ve been sent to find you” Joshua was tall, guant and regal. He too spent much time in books. After meeting Joqur by chance as a young boy he began paying for his schooling. He always assured Joqur that his mind was sharp as any and that no low-birth could dull the wit the gods had given him.

“My parents must need help with the sorting at home, I’ll—“

“No Joqur, not your parents.” Joshua’s tone was clear, almost harsh. His normal quite demeanor was not to be seen.

“I’ve looked into your Choosing Ceremony. The water priests at the Great Gate have informed us that your resonant his here but we must leave immediately. There will be no time to invite your parents; no ceremony at all. This must be done now. I’d be happy to escort you to the Great Gate and be your witness.”

“Father that’s great! I’m sure I could be his witness though, and I’m sure my company will be much more interesting than yours down the Central Canal. As if he needs a companion for the three minutes it will take to paddle there.” Chelsie shot her father a playful smile and nudged Joqur across the chin with her pinky finger.

“Chelsie you are to stay here, you presence won’t be needed.” His eyes lacked their usual twinkle and his prose was uncharacteristically witless.

“Father! I—“

“You. Shall. Stay.”

Joqur finally spoke. “Chelsie don’t worry, you know I don’t mind being alone. This makes my Choosing Ceremony that much more fitting.” A sudden rigor filled Joqur and he quickly stood tall and met the gaze of Joshua. “Let us go Sir Joshua.”

Joshua did little more than nod and they both left the room leaving
Chelsie still on the floor looking bewildered and hurt. They quickly walked out the back entrance and into their family ironwood boat. They each took an oar and began to stroke.

“Joqur, we have not much time. You must know you will not have your ceremony in the Choosing Room. I will take you through a small channel underneath the Sept. You will have your ceremony at the Pool of the Night Willows.”

The Autumn breeze was strong, the splash of oars soft, and Joshua’s many adornments and jewels clanged the loudest, yet Joqur heard his heartbeat above all else.

“I’m not a Priest… I, I, I don’t even go to the Sept as often as I should.
I didn’t even make It there but once during the Reap Moon, maybe twice, I—“

“Joqur! Listen to me.” Joshua’s voice turned deep and sharp. His jaw set firm yet, the muscles of his temples bulged as he ground his teeth yet his eyes revealed sadness.

In the silence created by his outburst their boat passed from the sunlit canal into a darker passage closed off to the sky. Slowly they wound their way down into smaller and smaller passages. Joqur’s breath quickened as he struggled to keep pace with Joshua’s stroke set by his long lean arms. Each breath seemed to rip between their silence while Joshua’s seemed to struggle only in reserving tears. His movements and breaths were as smooth as ever.

Finally, after what seemed to be an eternity to Joqur, Joshua stopped rowing and pulled his oar in. He gestured to Joqur to do the same. They slowly drifted down the canal as Joshua pulled a large crystal from underneath his billowing cloths. Soon the dark passage was light with the light of an amber crystal, the shape  of which seemed to be shifting after each glance though the light was more constant than any torch or gnomic orb.

“Joqur, I’ve loved you as a son and I always will.”

Their boat continued to drift at a constant pace though they had not pulled and oar for minutes. The tunnel they traveled through seemed to be more ancient by the minute yet the walls were free from any algae or marks of wear.

Joshua stood abruptly and handed the amber crystal to Joqur.

“I must leave you know. Be brave. I will tell your parents of your love and that you will see them again. Do not be afraid. You will pass a gate soon but the light from this gem shall open it for you. From there you will have precious moments to prepare for your ceremony. Use them.” Joshua finally looked at Joqur and smiled. His eyes twinkled in the amber light. His green eyes mixed with the red and produced a blue hue. He then leapt from the boat to the canal wall.

Joqur’s head wiped around as he watched Joshua stick to the rounded surface of the canal with just one hand. His right hand, always jeweled, light up as it clung to the wall and the stones that held the wall together slowly moved to form stairs that he put his feet upon. With his free hand he raised his fist to his right temple and tapped it with his knuckles. The movement was dexterous as any but it looked odd as the farewell gesture was always completed with one’s right hand. Then he turned up the newly formed stairs and was gone.

Joqur began to shake and realized he had worked up a cold sweat. He looked down at the crystal in his hand in fear of dropping it. What was once ephemeral was now not a crystal at all but a simple dark stone. In awe he started until he heard water rushing near him. As he looked up he saw a simple iron sewage gate swing open to allow his passage.
The movement shocked him and the rock fell from his grip yet it hovered in place. Joqur’s mind raced.

‘Never in ANY of the Histories of Gilead have I read of any Choosing Ceremony leaving a man-formed-new alone against the world with no resonant. Men and women, kings and queens have gone berserk, wild, and mad at the death of their resonants in wars, lov,e and espionage. Why is it that I receive mine now and here in these dark tunnels under the Sept?’

Joqur’s thinking then shifted from that of words to the more primal thoughts of images and emotions as he looked at the stone in front of him and the eerily shadow-less light it cast all around him. Everything seemed to glow as if the stone gave the gift of light to each object but itself cast none.

While lost in his mind the channel widened gradually and the ceilings grew taller and taller until they reached as high as the cone needles in the Silk Forest outside the final city gates. Then his boat stopped moving as it caught the root of the Night Willow.
Joqur’s head rushed as he stared at the purple luminescent Night Willow. The pool beneath him was shallow and blue.

Be brave…. Joshua’s words echoed in Joqur’s head yet fear kept him seated. The Night Willow was the most sacred of the Priestly Sanctuaries. He had never met anyone who had even seen a drawing of the Night Willow and he tried for years once he learned of its existence as a child.

The roots were woven together like those of his mother’s finest tapestries—her winter hobbies. The trees themselves reached as high and as far as his eyes could see beyond even the luminescence of the tress and the amber light of the stone.

Joqur’s thoughts dissolved from logic and became fear; pure primal fear. Be brave. Be brave for what? Why must I be brave? I’m not brave. I’m brave with a pen, my figures, my arguments, my thoughts are brave. I can be brave for a moment or two, but no more.

I’m not brave. It pulsed in Joqur’s head.

I’m not brave. I’m not brave. I’M NOT BRAVE.

“I’M NOT BRAVE!” Joqur shouted. The Night Willow all but swallowed his shouts. Yet when it did the amber light from the stone flickered and began to move. Once he realized it was moving away from him he swung to grasp for it yet just escaped his reach. The light began to dim as it traveled away from him, floating through the air.

Without thinking Joqur jumped from the boat to chase after the crystal. As soon as he began to chase after it he fell into the pool of knee-high water as his feet caught on a root. Fear surrounded him as he fell face first into the water.

He could NOT lose the stone. That he knew.

He quickly jumped up for air breathing water into his lungs as his did. Pain shocked his chest yet fear drove him forward.

Joqur chased after the crystal in a high stepping manner to avoid the more perilous roots so as not to fall again. At times he reached up to low hanging branches to swing a few steps and others he ducked under branches grown too low and roots grown too high. No matter how hard he ran, jumped, and climbed he could not catch the crystal. It was always past his reach.

Just as Joqur swore he could chase no longer without dropping from exhaustion his path became easier. The trees grew farther apart and his path grew wider. Yet with their scarcity so too diminished was the light.
Eventually the purple faded to a light glow and the path was clear.
The ground rose and so too the water disappeared.

Without warning the crystal stopped moving before him. He slowed his pace towards it and just as he reached out to grab it blue sparks erupted from the ground before him and the crystal vanished. Joqur found himself alone in the purple light barely able to see his hand in front of his face. Shocked, tired and sore he lay down, too tired to think or even fear. A light sleep almost took him within minutes but just as was about to give in to the comfort of the darkness a blue light caught his eye. Small at first yet it grew.

As the blueness grew he sat up and then stood. The blueness grew larger and closer. As it did it split into two blue orbs. Too tired to feel he stared, intrigued yet dumbfounded. Then, instantly it clicked; they were eyes and they were close.

Joqur took a sharp breath and turned to run yet has he did a brilliant blue light burst forth into the air, shocks and lightning flew into the chamber above. His head seared as a deep humming vibrated in his head. The pain was so instant and overwhelming he could do naught but drop to the ground.

‘I am dead’ Joqur thought. ‘This must be death. I am in the holiest of depths of the Sept chasing red lights, I must be dying and I must deserve it. Let it be quick.’

The pain reached a feverish pitch and vibrated Joqur’s teeth, his very bones shook. And then, serendipitously, the humming receded enough so that his consciousness stayed. The humming pulsed, not just in his head now but his whole body. The pain receded further and further until it all but disappeared completely and his body held but a light hum.

As he opened his eyes he realized his surroundings were now blue entirely. As he looked up before him, not thirty steps away stood a beast on four legs with two terrible eyes the color of lightening during the raining days. Each leg was the height of the tallest man though not as thick and each claw the length of a short sword one would find on a common body guard.

Before fear could creep into his mind his now softly vibrating body pulsed and a calmness rushed over him. Fear still lingered but it seemed more foreign now. The beast opened its mouth, drew in a breath and the air cracked and lightly boomed through the giant Night Willow Chamber. The beast’s wings were each seven or eight times as long as it was tall. Its face had two small horns atop its head where light shocks bounced back and forth as did bones that seemed to run down its back and across the front of its wings.

Joqur knew at once what he was gazing upon: the Mother of the Burnt Isles; the Shepard of the Sea Eagles; precursor to man; old as elves; as secretive as dwarves; as cunning as gnomes; as strong as treants; this was a dragon.

In his mind, thoughts, words, images and emotions fused as one. The message was clear as it pulsed through his being.

“Joqur. There are lands other than these. Be brave. You are no Ghost Boy.”

title: [FN] I posted this to WP thread. I wrote far more than I expected to.

question: What does the text say about Joqur's parents?

text: It's important to note that it seems Joqur's parent's don't seem to have a lot of money.

answer: No answer

text: The story says that Joqur's mother loved to do fine tapestry work. Joqur also mentions that his parent may need help with the sorting. The story also mentions Joqur's love for his parents

answer: Joqur's parents farm during farming season and work for their rice and roots. His mother also makes tapestries. When Joqur goes for his resonant at the Pool of the Night Willows, Joshua tells him he will tell Joqur's parents of his love and they will see him again.

text: The answer should mention that Joqur's parents are not present during the story.

text: It is omitted that Joqur's parents are not present in the story.

text: It is omitted that Joqur's parents are not mentioned after the first paragraph.

text: Joshua doesn't say they'll see Joqur again. He says he'll tell them of his love and that Joqur will see them again.

text: The response includes extraneous information not useful for the task.

text: It is omitted that Joqur's parents are never mentioned again.

text: The response is missing the fact that the text doesn't mention anything else about Joqur's parents.

answer: No answer

text: The response misses to provide an answer to the instruction in the task.

text: The response misses to mention that Joqur's parents work for their rice and roots.

text: The answer should mention that Joqur's parents work on the second wall during the farming season.

text: Add a response.

text: The answer can mention that Joqur's parents work on the second wall during the farming season and work for their rice and roots.

text: There are some details about Joqur's parents available in the text.

text: The response is too vague and should be rewritten.

answer: Joqur's parents seemingly aren't the most well off. They walk to the second wall during farming season and work for their rice and roots. His mother also makes tapestries. When Joqur goes for his resonant at the Pool of the Night Willows, Joshua tells him he will tell Joqur's parents of his love and they will see him again.

answer: Joqur's parents farm during farming season and work for their rice and roots. His mother also makes tapestries. When Joqur goes for his resonant at the Pool of the Night Willows, Joshua tells him he will tell Joqur's parents of his love and they will see him again.

answer: Joqur's parents seemingly aren't the most well off. They walk to the second wall during farming season and work for their rice and roots. His mother also makes tapestries. When Joqur goes for his resonant at the Pool of the Night Willows, Joshua tells him he will tell Joqur's parents of his love and they will see him again.

text: It is omitted that Joqur's parents are implied to be proud of him.

text: The response should include the fact that Joqur's parents are implied to be illiterate.

text: It's not clear if Joqur's parents are well off or not. The text only says they work for rice and roots.

text: Joshua tells Joqur not to fear because he will see his parents again. The answer confuses this by saying Joshua will see Joqur's parents again.

text: The Pool of the Night Willows cannot be described in the summary.


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Sherry Masood
Meeting a Stranger
Tripping and Finding a Dollar
	The bay always makes the sunset a much bigger event. It’s like you’ll miss it twice, once for the reflection, once for itself. A man is leaning over the bridge, contemplative. The bridge is bustling and honks are as common as laughs. Couples walk hand in hand and bicyclists fly past in their separate lane. An Asian family passes by the man. The mother leads the family, looking at her surroundings for threats against her children. A scowl painted on both of the parents faces; you can tell it’s been a stressful day. The first three members of the family of four walk past the man without skipping a beat, but a little boy with a short black mop on top of his head pulling up the rear stops to stare. The man turns to stare. For a few seconds they analyze each other, imaging life on the other side. “Kenji! Pali Pali!” The boy reaches into the pocket of his coat and pulls out a piece of chocolate. “Here, this’ll make you feel better; it’s what my Appa gives me when I’m sad.” The man smiles for the first time in what seems like his life and pats the child on his head as a worried mother grows an impatient look on her face. “Run along now”.
	The sun’s golden lining disappears over the coast line leaving behind a dark purple afterglow. It’s one of those dawns that has the moon coming early to say goodbye to the sunlight- a full moon, he’s been waiting.  In what seems like minutes to the man, dawn turns to pure night and people file off of the bridge. Each car passing by has a more significant impact on the near silence of salty waves and the low whistle of the breeze. He wasn’t on Earth time anymore. Time is like a balloon- the more you fill it, the heavier it becomes. This particular balloon was filled with just the very basics: the night air, starlit darkness on a rippled reflection, and *thump*,*thump*. A new sound emerged- the sound of concrete being slapped by the sole of a boot. A Hispanic man, a stranger looking to be in his early 40’s emerges out of the darkness. Shaggy brown hair lies messily atop a wise looking face, empathetic grey eyes seem to stare into the man’s soul. The stranger stands maybe five feet from the man and leans over the hanging of the grey bridge. “Do you know what serendipity is?” asks the stranger. “Yeah… kinda”. “It’s like a happy accident”, the stranger explains. “Like tripping and finding a dollar?” “Yeah… kinda.”
	The two men, one quite older than the other, stand side by side as if swallowed whole by the bright white gem. “Ya know, I saw you here last week, and again two nights ago” the stranger said. Silence responds. “Are you not sure about it? Or were you waiting for something?” The man looks at the stranger, then at the moon, gesturing with his chin. “I see”.
The stranger pulls out a flask. “Do you have something you can use as a cup?” he asks the man. The man looks down and thinks. He reaches in the inside of his coat and pulls out a mint container. “There’s some left, want any?” he asks the stranger. “I’m about to drink liquor”.
“Oh… Right”, the man empties the mints into the bay.
	The stranger pours the man a shots worth of amber, he asks, “What do we toast to?” “How about to the liquor?” “To the liquor!!” exclaimed the stranger as they tip their vessels together. Down the hatch the shots of gasoline go. “Ya know, I kinda hate whiskey but right now, this is all right” said the man. “It’s an acquired taste. Let’s get you on your way”. Two more shots poured, two more warm stomachs, two happy brains. *Braaaawaarooop*, the stranger lets out a devastating belch, the man responds with his own, less powerful, but nonetheless impressive, belch- the sounds of solidarity in the night. Two piss streams go into the bay. The darkest part of the night has already passed.
	“So what is it anyway?” the stranger turns and asks inquisitively. “What’s all gone so wrong?”
The man starred at his own two feet. “Where do you want me to start?” he looks down at the strangers’ feet.  “I’ve just moved to this city and my whole worlds back on the other side of the country probably falling in love without me. My family doesn’t give a damn about me and they don’t even notice I’m gone most of the night. The one thing that cared about me as much as I cared about it, my dog, was just put down for being a potential killer. My whole fucking life has been swept up from under my feet and now I’m having drinks with a stranger on a bridge well past midnight in a town I know nothing about...” the man sounded like he’d wrung out the last of the words he could manage for the moment. Turning with sparkly moonlit eyes and a manic kind of smile he asks, “So, how’s that?” The stranger looks back alarmed and sorry, “Listen I-*pop*…. *pop* *pop*.
	“Those sounded just like suppressed .45 rounds!” the man exclaims as they both turn to face the west entrance to the bridge. They start running, pounding against the steelwork. As they approach the entrance they see two shadowy figures running quite a distance away; turning into an abandoned side street. They were running from the scene they had left. The man and the stranger approached the first café adjacent to the bridge and found themselves in a horrific scene. A sprawl of spilled out purse objects: lipstick, lotto tickets, napkins, a cleaned out wallet. It was all fallen in a trail leading up to a woman’s hands-pale and relaxed. A pool of dark blood was collecting under her abdomen; a stream began flowing across covering her face down figure, dying the tips of her straight black hair. The blood was approaching her other hand which was clutched onto tight by a smaller hand.  A sudden rustle caught both men off guard and they turned to see a small child clutching his leg, a quiet terror erupting from his eyes. His mouth was open like he was screaming but hardly any sound could be heard. “Oh, fuck” said both men, one taking a step back, the other shocked frozen. This small boy, no older than 8 had a hole going through his entire left thigh, past the muscle and bone, and all the way through to the other side. The man kneels down and holds the boys hand, “Can you hear me? You’re going to be okay. We’re going to get help and you’re going to be okay.” The boy, still looking as if he was screaming, shook his head yes as tears glided across his face. “I don’t understand it, why can’t he speak?” asked the stranger. “He’s… he’s a- a mute.” said the man. “We’ve got to get him to a hospital, is there one close by?” “Only a block away on Grant” said the stranger “There’s a Sutter.” The man gently as possible placed one arm under the boy’s jeans, damp and warm from the blood and the other on the top of his back and lifted the boy up. “Let’s go”. “Wait. I need to call the police and wait for them here. You take the boy.” The man looked at the stranger firm in the eye and nodded, “Okay”.
	The boy had been in the E.R. for three hours now. The sun had risen. The police had come to gather information. He had none for them. They told him the woman couldn’t be identified. There was nothing to go off of. They didn’t mention the stranger so neither did he. He starred at his own two feet and thought about if the boy would ever be able to walk again. It looked bad. He knew he didn’t have to stay. The operators room swung open and an older doctor came through, “You must be Jack?” he asked. “How is he?” “Well we were able to save the leg.” “Oh thank god” Jack said, exhaling relief. “But the boy is still in no condition to walk. It’s still too early to tell when that’ll approve but it’s safe to say he will recover.” “That’s such a relief doctor, thank you so much.” “I think if there’s someone that boy should be thanking, it’s you Jack. You know I bet he’s been wondering about you. I’d like him to rest some more but you can come visit him in an hour or so if you’d like.” “Thank you doctor.”
	Jack went into the chair and slept for the first time in almost two days.
	“Hey”
The boy was lying in the hospital bed with a cotton leg and sad eyes that looked straight into and out of Jack. “I know this must be horrible for you.” The boy raised his arm and ushered Jack to come closer. The boy had something clutched in his hand. Jack approached him and raised his hand. The boy wrapped both hands around Jack’s hand and held on. Jack began to tear up as he felt something small and cold put into his hand. The boy closed Jack’s hand around the golden ring that had once belonged to his mother’s right hand. He had been holding it this whole time.

title: Tripping and Finding a Dollar

question: What does the story say about people Jack interacts with?

text: The first two lines are irrelevant; Jack doesn't interact with the couples, bicycles, or the Asian family (aside from the young boy).

category: coherence

answer: A little boy named Kenji gives Jack a piece of chocolate, saying it's what his Appa gives him when he's sad. Later, a stranger gives Jack a shot of whiskey. He asks Jack what's wrong, and Jack tells him about his dog being put down and his family not caring about him. Later, the two men come across a woman who's been shot, and Jack comforts a small boy who's been shot in the leg. He takes the boy to the hospital, and the boy gives him his mother's ring.

answer_source: Model

text: The answer omits the boy's name.

text: The answer should include the boy's name.

text: The question asks about people that Jack interacts with, not the narrator.

text: This is a summary of the plot, not the people Jack interacts with.

text: The answer omits the part where the bridge is crowded with people. This should be included.

text: The answer omits the interaction between Jack and the doctor. The doctor tells him that it was thanks to him they were able to salvage the boy's leg and that he should go and speak to the boy.

category: coverage

answer: A little boy with a short black mop hands the man a piece of chocolate. The man then encounters a Hispanic man, who shares a drink with him. They happen upon a shooting and discover a small boy who is bleeding from the leg. He also speaks to the police and then to an older doctor.

answer_source: Human

text: The answer omits the boy's mother.

text: The response is missing a detail about what happened to the little boy.

text: The answer omits that Jack also encounters the boy's mother, who is dead. Hence that sentence should be included.

text: It should mention that the Hispanic man has just moved to the city and his family doesn't care about him and they don’t even notice he has gone most of the night.

text: It should mention that the boy's mother is shoot and he is wounded.

answer: A little boy named Kenji gives Jack a piece of chocolate, saying it's what his Appa gives him when he's sad. Later, a stranger gives Jack a shot of whiskey. He asks Jack what's wrong, and Jack tells him about his dog being put down and his family not caring about him. Later, the two men come across a woman who's been shot, and Jack comforts a small boy who's been shot in the leg. He takes the boy to the hospital, and the boy gives him his mother's ring.

text: The boy isn't shot. He is bitten by Jack's dog

category: accuracy

answer: Couple walks by as well as bicyclists. An Asian family passes by him. A little boy with a short black mop hands the man a piece of chocolate. The man then encounters a Hispanic man, who shares a drink with him. They happen upon a shooting and discover a small boy who is bleeding from the leg. He also speaks to the police and then to an older doctor.

answer_source: Human misleading

answer: Couple walks by as well as bicyclists. An Asian family passes by him. A little boy with a short black mop hands the man a piece of chocolate. The man then encounters a Hispanic man, who shares a drink with him. They happen upon a shooting and discover a small boy who is bleeding from the leg. He also speaks to the police and then to an older doctor.

text: The answer omits the boy's mother.

text: The answer omits the boy's mother, who is shot dead.

text: The answer omits the boy's hospitalization.

text: The answer doesn't mention the woman that was shot.

text: The answer omits the stranger who helps Jack with the boy.

text: The answer does not mention the boy's mother.

answer: A little boy with a short black mop hands the man a piece of chocolate. The man then encounters a Hispanic man, who shares a drink with him. They happen upon a shooting and discover a small boy who is bleeding from the leg. He also speaks to the police and then to an older doctor.

text: The response doesn't talk about the boy giving a ring to Jack in the hospital.


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[James at the 2018 San Diego Comic-Con] ELGIN JAMES is a filmmaker, musician and a former member of Friends Stand United (FSU), a Boston, Massachusetts area group in the early 1990s which has been classified by several law enforcement agencies as a gang.

James left FSU in 2007, and the following year was announced as a fellow for the Sundance Screenwriters lab. He directed the film _Little Birds_ in 2009, which was released shortly before James was arrested on historical charges relating to his activities with FSU, for which he was sentenced to one year in prison. Since his release from prison, James has co-written the 2016 film _Lowriders_, and co-created the TV series _Mayans M.C._.

Early life

After a short time in orphanages and foster homes, James (who is of mixed race) was raised by civil rights activists on a rural farm in the Northeast.[1] With a crop of marijuana in the backyard and alcohol and drug abuse in the house, James formed strong anti-drinking and anti-drug beliefs, which later led him to be a pivotal figure in the 1990s militant straight edge movement within the punk subculture. He also became a vegetarian at age 11 after watching the animals he raised on the farm slaughtered.[2]

James discovered punk rock through an older foster brother and attended concerts by seminal hardcore punk bands Black Flag, Agnostic Front and Millions of Dead Cops. He was arrested for the first time at 12, and by 14 he ended up in juvenile hall. There he rejected the pacifist beliefs of his parents (who had marched with Martin Luther King, Jr. and the Freedom Riders movement), and began studying the writings of Malcolm X, Stokely Carmichael and Huey P. Newton, fusing them with aggressive punk ideals.[3]

James left juvenile hall, and inspired by civil rights attorneys William Kunstler and Morris Dees, left for Antioch College at age 17 to study pre-law. During a break in his first semester, he was involved in a gang fight and beaten in the back of the head with a baseball bat, which left him with left hemispheric brain damage.[4] He was not able to speak or move the right side of his body. After intensive physical and speech therapy, he eventually recovered his speech and motor skills, but he ended up homeless, living on the streets and in squats across the country. He eventually settled in Boston, Massachusetts.

FSU

In Boston, James began singing for hardcore punk band Wrecking Crew and befriended a multi-racial group of kids from the tough areas of Boston and Brockton, Massachusetts. They formed FSU, which originally stood for 'Fuck Shit Up' however came to be known as 'Friends Stand United' or 'Forever Stand United', for the purpose of purging violent white power skinheads from the Boston hardcore scene.[5] Having successfully eliminated several of the dominating neo-Nazi groups, James turned his attention to drug dealers,[6] going, in his words, “right after the heart of the enemy, money”.[7] He would rob drug dealers and then give half of that money to local charities.[8]

While part of FSU,[9] James and other FSU members set up an “arms for hostages” scenario in which they traded handguns with inner city gang members for pit bulls used in dog fighting rings. The dogs would then be nursed back to health and fostered until safe homes were found for them.

The founding core of FSU eventually splintered, with a large section moving on to motorcycle gangs including the Outlaws.[10] The split was amicable, but James and other founding members decided to leave a more positive legacy and steer FSU away from the criminal world. They established the Foundation Fund, which set up scholarships at Berklee College of Music and Suffolk University Law School in the names of FSU members who had died. The fund also holds yearly benefit concerts to raise money for charities that reflect “hardcore punk culture” (teen homelessness, anti-handgun violence, suicide prevention and local orphanages).[11]

James left FSU in 2007, stating he'd “been thinking a lot about violence and responsibility” since being interviewed regarding his involvement with the group by _Rolling Stone_ earlier that year.[12] At the time he was the last original founding member.[13] James and FSU were featured on _National Geographic_ TV, the History Channel's _Gangland_ series and in _Rolling Stone_ magazine.[14]

Music and film career

James began his music career playing in straight edge hardcore bands such as Wrecking Crew, 454 Big Block and Righteous Jams. Later, James would experiment with country-influenced solo work that has been critically acclaimed and described as “hooligan folk” by the _Boston Phoenix_, and “folk-punk” by _Wonkavision_ magazine.

In December 2008, James was announced as a fellow for the Sundance Screenwriters lab,[15] and around 2009 he began working on _Little Birds_, loosely basing the film on his own life experiences.[16] James was originally working on an autobiographical project about he and his best friend who left their small towns and joined a gang in Boston.[17] That film had Justin Timberlake attached to portray James and Nick Cassavetes attached to direct. But James was worried the film would ultimately “glamorize the violent lifestyle” he'd recently left behind, so he wrote Little Birds instead, substituting two fifteen-year-old girls for he and his best friend.[18] He chose to focus on the characters of “Lily” and “Alison” after seeing a teenage girl riding on the back of a bike in the Salton Sea, with James saying “You could just tell that she was on fire and she was never going to get out of there”, referencing how he felt about being trapped in his own small town as a kid.[19]

James finished the film shortly before its screening in 2011 at the Sundance Film Festival in an effort to complete _Little Birds_ before having to attend a trial for his actions while part of Friends Stand United.[20] _Little Birds_ received a positive reception at Sundance in 2011,[21] though has received more mixed reviews following its release. It holds a 59% approval rating on film review website Rotten Tomatoes.[22]

Arrest and prison

James was arrested by the FBI in Los Angeles, California on July 14, 2009, stemming from an incident four years earlier. He was charged with a criminal complaint of federal attempted extortion filed in Chicago.[23][24][25] It is alleged that in 2005 James sanctioned an attack on an individual who had past ties to white power politics.[26] James is then reported as to have said that the man could avoid further trouble if he made a $5,000 “donation” to FSU. After that incident, the FBI became involved, and after another attack, the victim scheduled a meeting with James to give the $5,000 while the FBI had surveillance on the encounter.[27] The individual has been revealed to be a member of the band Mest. Speculation has been raised that lead singer Tony Lovato's previous ties to white power groups[28][29] were the reason why the band was targeted,[30] given FSU's anti-racist stance. However the specific Mest member who was targeted has not been revealed.

James was sentenced to one year and one day of prison by U.S. District Judge Suzanne B. Conlon in Chicago on March 8, 2011.[31][32] Prosecutors had sought up to four years in prison, noting the extreme violence in which James had engaged in against Neo-Nazi skinheads.[33] Over 60 letters of support were submitted on James' behalf including letters from actor Ed Harris as well as Robert Redford,[34][35] who James has credited with helping him turn his life around. James told the _New York Times_ that through working with Redford "I truly realized that I needed to leave the violence of that life behind.” [36] In Robert Redford's letter to the judge he wrote “I believe that Elgin has the potential to make a difference. He has an important message for people of all ages and the possibility of change (and) the power of nonviolence.”[37]

The same day James was sentenced he was hired to write a screenplay for Brian Grazer and Universal Pictures.[38][39] After sentencing James said in a statement that “The last few months have been a juxtaposition of the best and worst of my life. Today I faced my day of reckoning. … I have accepted responsibility for my past.”[40] James served his sentence at Metropolitan Detention Center.[41][42] He was released on March 16, 2012.[43]

Discography

1992: Wrecking Crew, single, (vocals)
1995: 454 Big Block, “Your Jesus”, Century Media (vocals)
1996: 454 Big Block, “s/t”, single, Big Wheel Rec (vocals)
1997: 454 Big Block, “Save Me From Myself”, Big Wheel Rec (vocals)
1997: The World is My Fuse, “s/t”, single, Espo Records (vocals)
1998: The World Is My Fuse, “Drunk”, single, Espo Records (vocals, guitars)
1999: The World Is My Fuse, “Good Intentions”, Espo Records (vocals, guitars)
2002: The Jaded Salingers, “s/t”, Espo Records (vocals, guitars)
2003: Elgin James “For Carol..” Lonesome Recordings (vocals, guitars)
2004: Elgin James, “Long Way Home”, Lonesome Recordings comp (vocals, guitars)
2004: Righteous Jams “Rage Of Discipline”, Broken Sounds (guitars)
2005: Elgin James, “Tinted Soft Green”, Emusic Digital Singles Club (vocals, guitars)
2006: Righteous Jams “Business As Usual”, Abacus Recordings (guitars)

Filmography

-   _Release_ (1998)
-   _Live Thee Fourth_ (2000)
-   _Boston Beatdown Vol. 2_ (2004)
-   _Dark Planet: Visions of America_ (2005)
-   _Enemy_ (2007)
-   _Goodnight Moon_ by THINKFilms (2007, writer/director)
-   _Little Birds_ (2011)[44]
-   _Low Riders_ (2016, writer)
-   _Mayans M.C._ TV series (2018-present, writer/director)

Awards and nominations

  Year                     Award                                      Category             Nominated work   Result
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  2011                     Palm Springs International Film Festival   Directors to Watch   _Little Birds_
  Sundance Film Festival   Grand Jury Prize
  Zurich Film Festival     Golden Eye

[1] _Revolution On Canvas_, Time/Warner books, 2007

[2] “Sounds from Underground” Lollipop magazine, 1996.

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[Sharp in _A Clockwork Orange_ (1971)] DENNIS ANTHONY JOHN SHARP (16 June 1915, in Highgate, London, England – 23 July 1984, in London, England) was an English actor, writer and director.

Stage career

Anthony Sharp was a graduate of the London Academy of Music and Dramatic Art (LAMDA) and made his stage debut in February 1938 with HV Neilson's Shakespearean touring company, playing the Sergeant in _Macbeth_ at the De La Warr Pavilion, Bexhill-on-Sea. Repertory engagements in Wigan, Hastings, Peterborough and Liverpool were followed by war service, after which he resumed his stage career at the Mercury Theatre, Notting Hill Gate in September 1946, playing Hansell in _Tangent_.

He first appeared in the West End in _Family Portrait_ at the Strand Theatre in February 1948. Among his many subsequent appearances were _Cry Liberty_ (Vaudeville Theatre 1950), _Who Goes There!_ (Vaudeville Theatre 1951), _For Better, For Worse_ (Comedy Theatre 1952), _Small Hotel_ (St Martin's Theatre 1955), _No Time for Sergeants_ (Her Majesty's Theatre 1956), _The Edwardians_ (Saville Theatre 1959), _She's Done It Again_ (Garrick Theatre 1969), _The Avengers_ (Prince of Wales Theatre 1971) and _Number One_ (Queen's Theatre 1984).

Other London credits included _The Rivals_ (Sadler's Wells 1972), _She Stoops to Conquer_ (Lyric Hammersmith 1982) and several appearances at the Open Air Theatre Regent's Park. There he played Benedick in _Much Ado About Nothing_ in 1958 and Malvolio in _Twelfth Night_ the following year, rejoining the company in 1978 for such plays as _The Man of Destiny_.[1]

Writer and director

Sharp was also a playwright. His stage version of the Thomas Love Peacock novel _Nightmare Abbey_ was a big hit at the Westminster Theatre in 1952, opening there on 27 February. “Anthony Sharp's altogether delightful adaptation provided one of the most unusual as well as most amusing offerings of the season,” commented _Theatre World_ editor Frances Stephens.[2] After a try-out in Sheffield, the historical drama _The Conscience of the King_ was remounted at the Theatre Royal Windsor, starting on 14 March 1955; Sharp himself played 17th century parliamentarian John Hampden.[3] A third play, _Tale of a Summer's Day_, was written in 1959.[4]

In addition Sharp was a prolific director, particularly of comedy-thrillers and 'boardroom' dramas. His credits included _Any Other Business_ (Westminster Theatre 1958), _Caught Napping_ (Piccadilly Theatre 1959), _Wolf's Clothing_ (Strand Theatre 1959), _Billy Bunter Flies East_ (Victoria Palace 1959), _The Gazebo_ (Savoy Theatre 1960), _Guilty Party_ (St Martin's Theatre 1961), _Critic's Choice_ (Vaudeville Theatre 1961), _Act of Violence_ (1962 UK tour), _Devil May Care_ (Strand Theatre 1963), _Difference of Opinion_ (Garrick Theatre 1963), _Hostile Witness_ (Haymarket Theatre 1964), _Wait Until Dark_ (Strand Theatre 1966), _Justice is a Woman_ (Vaudeville Theatre 1966) and _Harvey_ (1970 UK tour). He also directed several productions in Hong Kong and Australia.[5]

Cinema, television and radio

Cinema

Sharp was frequently cast as supercilious professional or aristocratic types, notably in the Stanley Kubrick films _A Clockwork Orange_ (as Minister of the Interior) and _Barry Lyndon_ (as Lord Hallam). Other film credits include Cornel Wilde's _No Blade of Grass_, two for Michael Winner (_The Jokers_ and _I'll Never Forget What's'isname_), Russ Meyer's _Black Snake_ and the Disney film _One of Our Dinosaurs is Missing_. His only starring role in a feature film was the homicidal priest Father Xavier Meldrum in Pete Walker's 1975 horror picture _House of Mortal Sin_.[6]

His final feature film, in which he played foreign secretary Lord Ambrose, was the James Bond picture _Never Say Never Again_, released in 1983.[7]

Television

In 1977 he had a leading role in the children's television series _The Flockton Flyer_. Other TV dramas in which he appeared included _Angel Pavement_, _The Plane Makers_, _Doomwatch_, _The Rivals of Sherlock Holmes_, _Crown Court_, _Upstairs, Downstairs_, _Schalcken the Painter_ and _The Life and Times of David Lloyd George_. He also played numerous cameo parts in sitcoms, notably _Dad's Army_ (1969, 1977), _Steptoe and Son_ (three episodes, 1970–74), _Nearest and Dearest_ (1973), _Man About the House_ (1975), _Rising Damp_ (1975), _George & Mildred_ (1976, 1978) and _To the Manor Born_ (eight episodes, 1979–81). He worked frequently with such TV comedians as Benny Hill, Morecambe and Wise, Frankie Howerd and Bernie Winters, and towards the end of his life appeared in the early-1980s alternative comedy programmes _The Young Ones_ and _The Comic Strip_.

Radio

In 1978, he appeared as both Garkbit, the waiter at the Restaurant at the End of the Universe, and The Great Prophet Zarquon, in Fit the Fifth of the original radio series of _The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy_.[8] In 1981, he appeared as the town clerk of the fictional Frambourne Town Council in the pilot episode of _It Sticks Out Half a Mile_, the radio sequel to _Dad's Army_; it was in that episode that Arthur Lowe reprised his role of Captain Mainwaring for the very last time several months before his death. In 1982–84 Sharp was a regular as Major Dyrenforth on the Radio 2 series _The Random Jottings of Hinge and Bracket_, his last few episodes being broadcast posthumously.

Personal life

He was born Dennis Anthony John Sharp in Highgate in 1915 and was an insurance policy draughtsman before training as an actor. From 1940 to 1946 he served with the Royal Corps of Signals and the Royal Artillery in North Africa, Italy and Austria. “Once the war was over,” he recalled, “I wangled a transfer to the Army Broadcasting Service and helped run radio stations at Naples and Rome. These were very full and very pleasant days—announcing, script-writing, disc-jockeying, organising programmes, producing, acting.”[9] He married the actress Margaret Wedlake in July 1953 and a son, Jonathan, was born in 1954. In _Who's Who in the Theatre_ he listed his favourite part as Malvolio and his recreations as church architecture and watching cricket.[10] He died of natural causes aged 69 in his native London; at the time of his death he was playing the Doctor in the West End production of Jean Anouilh's _Number One_ at the Queen's Theatre.[11]

Selected filmography

-   _Conspiracy in Tehran_ (1946)
-   _The Sword and the Rose_ (1953) – French Diplomat
-   _You Know What Sailors Are_ (1954) – Humphrey – Naval Attache (uncredited)
-   _Wicked as They Come_ (1956)
-   _The Man Who Wouldn't Talk_ (1958) – Baker
-   _Left Right and Centre_ (1959) – Peteron
-   _Clue of the Silver Key_ (1961) – Mike Hennessey
-   _Invasion_ (1965) – Lawrence Blackburn
-   _Doctor in Clover_ (1966) – Dr. Dean Loftus
-   _Martin Soldat_ (1966) – Le major
-   _The Jokers_ (1967) – Prosecuting Lawyer (uncredited)
-   _I'll Never Forget What's'isname_ (1967) – Mr. Hamper Down (uncredited)
-   _Hot Millions_ (1968) – Hollis (uncredited)
-   _Crossplot_ (1969) – Vicar
-   _Doctor in Trouble_ (1970) – Chief Surgeon
-   _No Blade of Grass_ (1970) – Sir Charles Brenner
-   _Die Screaming, Marianne_ (1971) – Registrar
-   _A Clockwork Orange_ (1971) – Minister Frederick
-   _I Want What I Want_ (1972) – Mr. Parkhurst
-   _Some Kind of Hero_ (1972) – Barrister
-   _Black Snake_ (1973) – Lord Clive
-   _Gawain and the Green Knight_ (1973) – King
-   _Mistress Pamela_ (1974) – Longman
-   _Percy's Progress_ (1974) – Judge
-   _The Amorous Milkman_ (1975) – Counsel
-   _One of Our Dinosaurs Is Missing_ (1975) – Home Secretary
-   _Barry Lyndon_ (1975) – Lord Hallam
-   _House of Mortal Sin_ (1976) – Father Xavier Meldrum
-   _Crossed Swords_ (1977) – Dr. Buttes
-   _Abortar en Londres_ (1977) – Dr. Brown
-   _Schalcken the Painter_ (1979, TV Movie) – Gentleman
-   _Never Say Never Again_ (1983) – Lord Ambrose

[1] John Parker (ed), _Who's Who in the Theatre_ (15th edition), Pitman Publishing 1972

[2] Frances Stephens, _Theatre World Annual (London)_ vol 3, Rockliff Publishing Corporation 1952

[3] 'Dates for Your Diary', _Curtain Up: The Only Repertory Theatre Magazine_ vol 12 no 8, 28 February 1955

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[6] Jonathan Rigby, _English Gothic: A Century of Horror Cinema_, Reynolds & Hearn 2000

[7] Brian MacFarlane (ed), _The Encyclopedia of British Film_, BFI/Methuen 2003

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[9] Anthony Sharp, 'About the Author', _Curtain Up: The Only Repertory Theatre Magazine_ vol 12 no 8, 28 February 1955''

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[11] Jean Anouilh (trans Michael Frayn), _Number One_, Samuel French 1984

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This is a list of the MAMMAL SPECIES RECORDED IN THE SEYCHELLES. Of the mammal species in the Seychelles, two are critically endangered and two are vulnerable.[1]

The following tags are used to highlight each species' conservation status as assessed by the International Union for Conservation of Nature:

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  EW   EXTINCT IN THE WILD     Known only to survive in captivity or as a naturalized populations well outside its previous range.
  CR   CRITICALLY ENDANGERED   The species is in imminent risk of extinction in the wild.
  EN   ENDANGERED              The species is facing an extremely high risk of extinction in the wild.
  VU   VULNERABLE              The species is facing a high risk of extinction in the wild.
  NT   NEAR THREATENED         The species does not meet any of the criteria that would categorise it as risking extinction but it is likely to do so in the future.
  LC   LEAST CONCERN           There are no current identifiable risks to the species.
  DD   DATA DEFICIENT          There is inadequate information to make an assessment of the risks to this species.
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Some species were assessed using an earlier set of criteria. Species assessed using this system have the following instead of near threatened and least concern categories:

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  LR/cd   LOWER RISK/CONSERVATION DEPENDENT   Species which were the focus of conservation programmes and may have moved into a higher risk category if that programme was discontinued.
  LR/nt   LOWER RISK/NEAR THREATENED          Species which are close to being classified as vulnerable but are not the subject of conservation programmes.
  LR/lc   LOWER RISK/LEAST CONCERN            Species for which there are no identifiable risks.
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Order: Sirenia (manatees and dugongs)

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[Dugongs] Sirenia is an order of fully aquatic, herbivorous mammals that inhabit rivers, estuaries, coastal marine waters, swamps, and marine wetlands. All four species are endangered.

-   Family: Dugongidae
    -   Genus: _Dugong_
        -   Dugong, _Dugong dugon_ VU

Order: Chiroptera (bats)

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The bats' most distinguishing feature is that their forelimbs are developed as wings, making them the only mammals capable of flight. Bat species account for about 20% of all mammals.

-   Family: Pteropodidae (flying foxes, Old World fruit bats)
    -   Subfamily: Pteropodinae
        -   Genus: _Pteropus_
            -   Aldabra flying fox, _Pteropus aldabrensis_ CR
            -   Seychelles fruit bat, _Pteropus seychellensis_ LC
-   Family: Molossidae
    -   Genus: _Chaerephon_
        -   Little free-tailed bat, _Chaerephon pumila_ LC
-   Family: Emballonuridae
    -   Genus: _Coleura_
        -   Seychelles sheath-tailed bat, _Coleura seychellensis_ CR
    -   Genus: _Taphozous_
        -   Mauritian tomb bat, _Taphozous mauritianus_ LC
-   Family: Rhinolophidae
    -   Subfamily: Hipposiderinae
        -   Genus: _Triaenops_
            -   Trouessart's trident bat, _Triaenops furculus_ VU

Order: Cetacea (whales)

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[Pygmy sperm whale] [Striped dolphin] [Orcas] The order Cetacea includes whales, dolphins and porpoises. They are the mammals most fully adapted to aquatic life with a spindle-shaped nearly hairless body, protected by a thick layer of blubber, and forelimbs and tail modified to provide propulsion underwater.

-   Suborder: Mysticeti
    -   Family: Balaenopteridae
        -   Subfamily: Balaenopterinae
            -   Genus: _Balaenoptera_
                -   Common minke whale, _Balaenoptera acutorostrata_ LC
                -   Antarctic minke whale, _Balaenoptera bonaerensis_ DD
                -   Bryde's whale, _Balaenoptera edeni_ DD
                -   Southern sei whale, _Balaenoptera borealis schlegelii_ EN
                -   Southern fin whale, _Balaenoptera physalus quoyi_ EN
                -   Pygmy blue whale, _Balaenoptera musculus brevicauda_ DD
                -   Southern blue whale, _Balaenoptera musculus intermedia_ EN
        -   Family: Megapterinae
            -   Genus: _Megaptera_
                -   Humpback whale, _Megaptera novaeangliae_ LC
-   Suborder: Odontoceti
    -   Family: Physeteridae
        -   Genus: _Physeter_
            -   Sperm whale, _Physeter macrocephalus_ VU
    -   Family: Kogiidae
        -   Genus: _Kogia_
            -   Pygmy sperm whale, _Kogia breviceps_ DD
            -   Dwarf sperm whale, _Kogia sima_ DD
    -   Family: Ziphidae
        -   Genus: _Indopacetus_
            -   Tropical bottlenose whale, _Indopacetus pacificus_ DD
        -   Genus: _Ziphius_
            -   Cuvier's beaked whale, _Ziphius cavirostris_ DD
        -   Subfamily: Hyperoodontinae
            -   Genus: _Mesoplodon_
                -   Blainville's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon densirostris_ DD
                -   Gray's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon grayi_ DD
                -   Hector's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon hectori_ DD
                -   Layard's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon layardii_ DD
                -   True's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon mirus_ DD
                -   Ginkgo-toothed beaked whale, _Mesoplodon ginkgodens_ DD
                -   Deraniyagala's beaked whale, _Mesoplodon hotaula_ DD
    -   Superfamily: Delphinoidea
        -   Family: Delphinidae (marine dolphins)
            -   Genus: _Steno_
                -   Rough-toothed dolphin, _Steno bredanensis_ LC
            -   Genus: _Grampus_
                -   Risso's dolphin, _Grampus griseus_ DD
            -   Genus: _Globicephala_
                -   Short-finned pilot whale, _Globicephala macrorhynchus_ DD
            -   Genus: _Sousa_
                -   Indian humpback dolphin, _Sousa plumbea_ NT
            -   Genus: _Tursiops_
                -   Indo-Pacific bottlenose dolphin, _Tursiops aduncus_ DD
                -   Common bottlenose dolphin, _Tursiops truncatus_ LC
            -   Genus: _Stenella_
                -   Pantropical spotted dolphin, _Stenella attenuata_ LC
                -   Striped dolphin, _Stenella coeruleoalba_ LC
                -   Spinner dolphin, _Stenella longirostris_ DD
            -   Genus: _Delphinus_
                -   Long-beaked common dolphin, _Delphinus capensis_ DD
            -   Genus: _Lagenodelphis_
                -   Fraser's dolphin, _Lagenodelphis hosei_ DD
            -   Genus: _Peponocephala_
                -   Melon-headed whale, _Peponocephala electra_ DD
            -   Genus: _Pseudorca_
                -   False killer whale, _Pseudorca crassidens_ DD
            -   Genus: _Feresa_
                -   Pygmy killer whale, _Feresa attenuata_ DD
            -   Genus: _Orcinus_
                -   Orca, _Orcinus orca_ DD

Notes

[1] This list is derived from the IUCN Red List which lists species of mammals and includes those mammals that have recently been classified as extinct (since 1500 AD). The taxonomy and naming of the individual species is based on those used in existing Wikipedia articles as of 21 May 2007 and supplemented by the common names and taxonomy from the IUCN, Smithsonian Institution, or University of Michigan where no Wikipedia article was available.

title: List of mammals of Seychelles

question: What does the text say about Sirenia?

text: Sirenia mammals are aquatic creatures, not land creatures.

answer: Sirenia is an order of fully aquatic, herbivorous mammals that inhabit rivers, estuaries, coastal marine waters, swamps, and marine wetlands. All four species are endangered. There are two species of Sirenia recorded in the Seychelles. The first is the dugong and the other is the manatee. Both are classified as vulnerable.

answer: Sirenia is an order of fully aquatic, herbivorous mammals that inhabit rivers, estuaries, coastal marine waters, swamps, and marine wetlands.

text: The answer should include that these mammals include manatees and dugongs

answer: Sirenia is an order of fully aquatic, herbivorous mammals that inhabit rivers, estuaries, coastal marine waters, swamps, and marine wetlands.

text: The answer omits that all four species of Sirenia are endangered.

text: The answer should mention that all four species of Sirenia are endangered.

text: The answer should mention the conservation status of the species.

text: It is omitted that all four species are endangered.

text: Does not mention that the species are endangered.

text: Does not mention that it includes manatees and dugongs.

text: Doesn't mention all four species are endangered.

text: The answer omits the species of Sirenia that are found in the Seychelles.

text: The answer should mention that the order includes dugongs.

answer: Sirenia is an order of herbivorous land mammals.

text: The answer is incorrect. Sirenia is an order of fully aquatic, herbivorous mammals.

text: Sirenia are aquatic mammals

text: The answer is incorrect.

text: There is no evidence in the text to suggest that Sirenia is an order of herbivorous land mammals.

text: The answer is too vague, and also wrong. Sirenia are aquatic mammals.

text: The fauna can swim

text: The answer fails to include that Sirenia is an order of fully aquatic, herbivorous mammals.

answer: Sirenia is an order of herbivorous land mammals.

text: The response should add everything about Sirenias as stated in the article because it isn't that long.


text:
	Fifty more MISSING posters came out of the office’s copier. “Thanks Mr. Reynolds.” The nervous man straightened out the stack of papers, hands shaking.
	“Not a problem Ed, anything to help find your boy.”
	“I promise I’ll pay the company back for all the paper-”
	Mr. Reynolds cut him off, “Fuck the company Ed.”
	Ed lowered his head and nodded, “Right, right.”
	He left the office feeling the same way he had for several days: drained, drained but determined. Police were on the case, or so they said, but Ed was glad his boss was doing what he could to help, it meant he didn’t have to carry the whole weight on his own. They hadn’t always gotten along and it was nice to not butt heads in a situation like this. Usually they bickered about the company’s finances or ways to keep clients, but Mr. Reynolds, a stern man, knew those things were petty compared to a missing person.
	Much later, as Ed drowsily stapled a poster to a telephone pole, a woman in high-heels and a poofy fur coat slithered over to him, “You lookin’ for some action sweetheart? It’s awful chilly tonight,” she crossed her arms and rubbed the sleeves up and down, “I’m nice n’ warm.” Ed’s eyes were unwelcoming. Hers fell to the posters clutched in his hand and then drifted to the pole, “Shit, never mind mistah.” She turned away but he grabbed her by the shoulder.
	“I used to be a cop, I know a girl like you has connections. Pimp, governor, somebody.” He handed her a poster.
	“Yeah, yeah sure, no problem.” Into the night he walked, the woman looking after him, sorrowful, “Good luck mistah old cop,” she said to herself, “good luck.”
	She sighed and looked over the paper. MISSING was in bold letters, there was a phone number and a picture of a young man aged 25. His name was Daniel Braunstein, (”That’s stein like clean, not stein like spine” often said Ed) in Universe Code: #Orange-White a father sought a son. In UC: #Beta-12 however, the poster read WANTED for Extra-Spatial Abduction and Space-Time Tampering.
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	He felt cold and wet for a second, but back to unconsciousness Danny slipped.
	“Wake up!” Splash!
	Cold and wet again, Danny began to stir, “Wha’s going on?” The back of his captor’s hand struck his face. When he went to rub his cheek, he found his wrists bound to the chair he was sitting in, legs also. He could make out a figure in the darkness.
	“Not another peep!”
	“Just gag…him.” A woman somewhere behind Danny made herself known. “You won’t…” she struggled, “need him until…the end anyway.” Turning his head to find her, all Danny could see was blackness. A few lights glowed here and there, but nothing bright enough to see the whole room.
	“Oh, you probably would like to see mommy again.” Dropping something metal with a clang, the captor twisted his abductee’s head toward the woman and shined a flashlight on her. A hand clamped on Danny’s mouth before his yell of surprise hit the air.
	A metal , almost crown-like ring was screwed into her skull, blood coming from the punctures.
	“I couldn’t use yours obviously, but my own will work just fine. Just had to say I loved her and she was stupid enough to come.”
	“Any…thing for my boy.” She gave a weak smile, tears streaking involuntarily from the pain.
	“Years of drugs warping her mind convinced her to come as well.” He removed his hand and went to her, Danny unable to see his face. The captor reached into his pocket and brought out a small baggie of white powder. He carefully shook some onto the flashlight, “Like warm milk.” And put it up to Mrs. Braunstein’s nose. She snorted immediately and laughed.
	With the drug given, he killed the flashlight and stood at a cluster of small lights. Fiddling with something or just observing, Danny didn’t know: the shock of seeing his mother alive wouldn’t let his eyes function properly enough to tell.
	“How…my mom’s been dead for six years.”
	“Pay attention, my own, not yours.” A silhouette walked to Danny. A click, light, and a familiar smile he had seen in the mirror his entire life.
	“Boo. Guess who?” His own face.
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	Prof. Lehrer drew a straight horizontal line on the lecture hall’s large chalkboard and tried to explain again to Ed parallel universes, “This line, yes? Our timeline and universe.” Ed was already lost, his deceased wife, Anne, was where Danny got his smarts from. Still, Lehrer continued, “This other line on top,” he drew a parallel line above the first, “this is a parallel and alternate world separate from our own.”
	“Speak English.” Ed was getting frustrated.
	“Okay um…ah! Say you flip a coin and you get heads,” Lehrer wrote an ‘H’ on the bottom line, “and now in the alternate reality where your son was taken, Beta-twelve, you might have gotten tails instead.” He drew a ‘T’ now on the top line and dusted the chalk off his hands, “Quite simple.”
	“So how many are there?”
	“How many what?”
	“The lines, worlds.”
	“An infinite number. You ate dinner later than usual one day here and skipped desert or another you ate early and had a banana split or another you can’t even chew dinner because your teeth rotted away. Every possibility.”
	“And Beta-twelve is where Danny is? How the hell do you know that?”
	“Alpha, the first universe that the known realities concluded was the first to contact a parallel world. John F. Kennedy from Alpha spoke to a grieving Jackie the day after he was killed in what we call now Universe Beta. Alpha does its best to monitor communication since it seems to know the most about contacting alternates.”
	“Did the Alphas tip our Earth off to something fishy? Do they know how my son got taken?” Ed had a load of questions firing in his head all at once.
	“Yes, and you’re not going to like this. A Daniel Braunstein from the Beta group was the first person to break through into the Color group, more specifically here, Orange-White.”
	“’Break through’? What…?”
	“Contact is relatively easy to us now, but physically moving realities…well let’s just say it can get complicated. The known groups have agreed visitation is off-limits because of the…currently known procedure. But enough about that, too complicated.”
	“Complicated how Lehrer?” Impatience growing.
	The professor paced back and forth for a brief moment before finally slumping down into a seat in the lecture hall, “It requires a neurological implosion, I know I know, English. Imagine a human brain as a bullet, kind of, you fire it, killing the person, and the shot can take you to an alternate reality…with other equipment of course.”
	“Who took Danny? Who took my son Lehrer?!” Ed bent down at the professor and held his shoulders firmly as he yelled at him.
	“Your son’s alternate from Beta-twelve. The one that broke through before. He essentially kidnapped himself. For the trip back he used a pair of twins,” he sighed and put his face in his hands, “he needed two to bring this Danny with him.”
	Ed could hardly speak, his head felt like a carnival strongman whacked it with a mallet. Finally he asked, “Why take him? Why take my boy?”
	“That’s what we don’t know.”
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	The police had flooded the derelict, decrepit warehouse with lights aimed through the windows,  and Danny could now see what Daniel had called “my way out.” As Daniel began firing up what Danny believed to be the machine’s power source, someone outside with a bullhorn barked, “We have the place covered Frankenstein! Get out here now!”
	“Ugh, these fuckers again. Like annoying gnats, know what I mean Danny boy?”
	Danny’s head was throbbing. Seeing his mother again, even if it wasn’t really his mother, made his heart feel sore. Why did this madman still get to have her in his life? This frustration made his headache worse. Tinkering with a console of dials and buttons, Daniel began rubbing his forehead and groaned.
	“You too, Frankenstein?” mocked Danny.
	Daniel looked at him with disdain. He hated that name, “Do not call me that. If you knew the things I’ve done to earn that mutilation of our last name, you’d be frightened into silence. And the reason why our heads hurt is because we’re existing at the same time. Nature doesn’t like that.”
	“That nickname doesn’t work though, does it? Because it’s stein like clean-”
	“Not stein like spine. I guess some things aren’t so different. The headaches will go away once I’m gone, though prison might give you another one.” He crossed the room to a large, metal cylinder with two doors on it that were closed. Daniel knocked on it, “Last train to Lime-Teal. I used dad to get there the first time.”
	Danny’s heartache doubled, “Was it fucking worth it?”
	“Don’t judge me when you don’t even know how horrible he was. He deserved to die.” He turned away from Danny and turned a dial, “We’re dead in Lime-Teal, stillborn. Nature has forgotten Daniel Braunstein, I’ll have a fresh start.”
	Daniel’s mother began to cough violently and after the fit she collapsed to the floor.
	Daniel stormed over to her, “You better be alive you cunt.” He checked for a pulse but cursed when he couldn’t find one.
	“Untie me, quick!” said Danny, “I know CPR!”
	Daniel pulled out a small gun held by his belt, “Try something and you’re dead, I can just get another you from someplace else.”
	“Fine, just hurry up she doesn’t have much time.”
	Outside, the policeman barked again, “This is a final warning! Thirty more seconds and we’re coming in to light you up!”
	Daniel shot out a window. He could hear the “get down” order and that bought him more time. Furiously, he untied Danny from the chair. Once free, he and Daniel rolled Beta-12 Anne Braunstein over onto her back. Frantically pumping and giving mouth-to-mouth, Danny mimicked what he had seen in countless movies, and to his surprise, Anne’s eyes flickered open.
	“Holy shit I did it.”
	“Back in the chair, now!”
	The rusty, metal folding chair was Danny’s chance. As soon as he was close enough, he gripped the back of it and swung it wildly around. It hit Daniel with a solid blow to the head. Feeling relieved and satisfied, Danny picked up the gun. Boom. Boom. Someone was trying to bust down the door from the outside. The police would be inside soon.
	“Use…me to get…home.” Daniel’s mother said weakly, “They’ll kill you…both,…won’t take any…chances.”
	“No.” Danny’s eyes began to water, “You can’t die again.” Tears ran down his face now, “I’ve missed you so much mom.” He walked over and kissed her on the forehead.
	“I’m not her.”
	With those words, it was as if he had seen his mother disappear. He realized a stranger was in front of him, and she was right, she wasn’t her at all. He took a deep breath, wiped his face with his hands, and dropped the gun. Approaching the machine, he marveled at it, “He made all this…” Next to the console was a computer screen. Currently, LIME-TEAL was the set destination, “I wonder…” His fingers hovered over the keyboard. They began to tingle.
	“You want to do it, don’t you?” Daniel’s head was bleeding, but he managed to lift it slightly, “Go ahead, I know how curious you are. We are the same, we both want to know what else is out there, who we are in other realities. We were born to be scientists Danny!”
	Danny closed his eyes and sighed, it scared him how right Daniel was. He had to choose, “I will not be Frankenstein.” He scrolled through a list of universes on the screen until he found ORANGE-WHITE. Home. The machine whirred, a train that switched tracks. He swung open the doors of the cylinder and stepped inside. A big red button was on the inside and while pushing it, he turned to the woman on the ground, “I’m sorry.” With a blinding flash, the metal crown zapped Beta-12 Anne Braunstein to death and the cylinder was empty. Danny was gone.

title: Crimes Against Reality

question: Who kidnapped Daniel Braunstein?

human_deceptive_answer: An unknown person

text: Daniel is confronted by his kidnapper who has his same face, and the professor explains that he kidnapped himself from another alternate universe.

answer: A Daniel Braunstein from an alternate universe.