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GANDHI MEDICAL COLLEGE (founded 14 September 1954) is a medical college in Hyderabad, India affiliated with Kaloji Narayana Rao University of Health Sciences.[1] The college was originally affiliated to NTR University of Health Sciences.

History

Gandhi Medical College, originally named People's Medical College, was founded on 14 September 1954. It was located at Humayun nagar close to the present-day Sarojini Devi Eye Hospital. It was opened because the original medical college in the area, Osmania Medical College, was unable to keep up with the demands for physicians in the State. Dr. Syed Nizamuddin Ahmed was the first principal and the founder of the college.

Officially it was inaugurated on 25 June 1955 by the first president of India, Rajendra Prasad.

By 1956, the college was in financial trouble, and the government of Hyderabad agreed to take it over and develop it.

In 1958, the college was moved to Basheerbagh. The old building has since been demolished. In 2003, the college moved to its new premises in Musheerabad. The new facility, along with a hospital, was constructed on the area that formerly housed the Musheerabad Jail.[2][3]

Initially the teaching hospital for the college was an infirmary that opened in 1851 with funds from philanthropists, and was named KEM Hospital in honor of King Edward VII. The hospital was renamed Gandhi Hospital in 1958. At that time nearly all the heads of units were British trained.

From 1954 to 2003, a total of 6090 students were admitted to the MBBS course. The number of students admitted ranged between a minimum of 42 in 1954 to a maximum of 224 in 1968. In 1970, there were no admissions.

In the late 1950s and 1960s, the college and hospital were consolidated.

In the 1970s there was a growth in so-called “super specialties” such as cardiology, cardio-thoracic surgery, neurology and neurosurgery.

Academics

Courses offered by the institute include:

-   Bachelor of Medicine and Surgery (MBBS)
-   Bachelors in Physical Therapy (BPT)
-   Doctor of Medicine/Master of Surgery (MD/MS)
-   Doctor of Medicine/MCh
-   Bachelor of Science (BSc) courses in nursing, paramedical and medical specialities

200 students per year are admitted to study for MBBS degrees. There are also 88 postgraduate students admitted per year, including those in clinical, non-clinical and super specialty subjects. Students can earn one of 37 degrees in various branches of medicine. Since 2013 the number of undergraduate seats has been increased from 150 to 200.

Departments of the college include anatomy, physiology, biochemistry, forensic medicine, microbiology, pathology, pharmacology and community medicine.[4] The college plays host to several academic and cultural events throughout the year, such as medical conferences, workshops and quizzes. Some of these include Gandhi Orthopaedic Education (GOE) and AEGIS.[5][6]

The final-year students of the college also publish an annual college magazine, which is a collection of articles, photographs, artwork and other content created by the professors and students of the college.[7]

Hospital departments

The GMH is a 1,200-bed facility and each year performs about 80,000 outpatient consultations, 42,000 inpatient admissions, 15,000 minor operations, and 11,000 major operations.[8]

The hospital is divided into 27 departments:

-   General Medicine
-   General Surgery
-   Pediatrics
-   Orthopedics
-   Anesthesia
-   Dermatology
-   Leprosy
-   Sexually Transmitted Disease
-   Ophthalmology
-   E.N.T. & Head and Neck Surgery
-   Radiodiagnosis
-   Casualty
-   Blood Bank
-   Cardiology
-   Neurology
-   Nephrology
-   Gastroenterology
-   Endocrinology
-   Cardio-thoracic Surgery
-   Neurosurgery
-   Pediatric Surgery
-   Plastic Surgery
-   Urology
-   TB Clinic
-   Dental
-   OB/GYN
-   Psychiatry
-   Hospital Administration

Principals

-   Dr. Syed Nizamuddin Ahmed (founder and first principal): 01/05/1954 - 01/07/1956
-   Dr. Bankat Chandra: 02/07/1956 - 03/05/1957
-   Dr. D. V. Subba Reddy: 04/05/1957 - 29/01/1959
-   Dr. G.C.S. Naidu: 30/01/1959 - 21/12/1959
-   Dr. Mohammad Yousufuddin Ansari: 22/12/1959 - 28/03/1963
-   Dr. B.S. Surt: 28/03/1963 - 15/06/1967
-   Dr. G.P. Ramayya: 29/08/1967 - 28/05/1968
-   Dr. G. Narshing Rao: 1970 - 1974
-   Dr. S. Ramchander Rao: 1976 - 1976
-   Dr. Kameshwari Devi: 1977 - 1977
-   Dr. Y. Jaya: 1974 - 1978
-   Dr. Sanku. Ramchander Rao: 1976 - 1976
-   Dr. U. Brahmaji Rao: 01/03/1983 - 24/05/1983
-   Dr. C. Shyamala Bhaskaran: 24/05/1983 - 30/10/1990
-   Dr. Lily N. Ebenezer: 31/10/1990 - 08/08/1991
-   Dr. G. Shyam Sunder: 07/08/1991 - 03/09/1993
-   Dr. V.V. Satyanarayana: 31/03/1994 - 06/05/1994
-   Dr. B.C. Mathur: 05/09/1994 - 31/07/1995
-   Dr. T.E. Kasturi: 01/08/1995 - 30/09/1996
-   Dr. K. Shantha Kumari : 01/01/1997 - 31/05/1998
-   Dr. K. Gopal Singh: 29/06/1998 - 03/09/1998
-   Dr. Farhatunnisa: 04/09/1998 - 31/01/1999
-   Dr. P. Vijaya Lakshmi: 31/03/1999 - 30/09/1999
-   Dr. P. Shyam Sunder: 02/04/2000 - 30/07/2000
-   Dr. Neena Devi: 01/08/2000 - 31/01/2001
-   Dr. K. Prameela Devi: 04/03/2001 - 31/08/2001
-   Dr. T.S.S. Lakshmi: 04/09/2001 - 16/11/2001
-   Dr. Meenakshi: 16/11/2001 - 31/12/2002
-   Dr. C.A. Aruna: 01/10/2003 - 23/11/2003
-   Dr. K.V. Raghava Rao: 28/11/2003 - 30/04/2004
-   Dr. Kishore Roy
-   Dr. Sikander Hayath
-   Dr. Sudha Ramana
-   Dr. A.Y.Chary
-   Dr. Aravind Kumar
-   Dr. Pradeep Deshpande
-   Dr. Sidirala Narasimha Rao
-   Dr. K.Venkatesh
-   Dr. Badeti Srinivasa Rao
-   Dr. Ashok Kumar
-   Dr. Sreelatha
-   Dr. B. S. V. Manjula
-   Dr. O. Shravan Kumar (current)

Gandhi Medical College Global Alliance

In 2005 alumni of GMC living in the United States founded the non-profit corporation Gandhi Medical College Global Alliance (GMCGA).[9] This organization's goals are both educational and charitable, with a strong emphasis on fostering kinship among alumni living in other countries.[10]

The accomplishments of GMCGA (sometimes in collaboration with the GMC Alumni Association back in Hyderabad) include construction of an alumni education center, providing study facilities, establishing an American Heart Association accredited cardiac life support training center,[11] setting up electronic library services, donating needed equipment, youth volunteer programs, a free meal program for patient attendants in a shelter associated with Gandhi Hospital, support of the palliative care program in collaboration with Roshni organization,[12] and assisting both medical students and faculty by providing student scholarships, gold medals, and teacher recognition awards.[13]

Alumni

-   Sailakshmi Balijepally - Surgeon and charity founder[14]

Ranking

The college was ranked 18th among medical colleges in India in 2019 by _Outlook India_.[15]

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[11] AHA International Training Centers in India for BLS, ACLS & PALS courses Training sites under Apollo Health City, Hyderabad

[12] “Take the battle to the disease, at home” _The Hindu_, Hyderabad, February 13, 2013

[13] Official Newsletter of Gandhi Medical College Global Alliance 2016, Vol 1, Issue 1

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question: What does the article say about Gandhi Medical College's history?

answer: The college was founded in 1954. It was located at Humayun Nagar close to the present-day Sarojini Devi Eye Hospital. By 1956, the college was in financial trouble, and the government of Hyderabad agreed to take it over. In 1958, the college was moved to Basheerbagh and to its new premises in Musheerabad in 2003. Initially, the teaching hospital for the college was an infirmary that opened in 1851 and was named KEM Hospital. It was renamed Gandhi Hospital in 1958. In the late 1950s and 1960s, the college and hospital merged.

question: What does the article say about plans relating to the college's future?

question: What does the article say about the departments and the courses offered by the college?

answer: The college offers a Bachelor of Medicine and Surgery, a Bachelors in Physical Therapy, a Doctor of Medicine/Master of Surgery, a Doctor of Medicine, and a Bachelor of Science courses in nursing, paramedical and medical specialities. The article says that the hospital is divided into 27 departments and gives the list of them.


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MICHIGAN STOVE COMPANY was originally an enterprise started by Jeremiah Dwyer and his brother in the mid nineteenth century. Their career background training was in the foundry business. They started a Detroit, Michigan company that eventually developed into a joint stock company called the Detroit Stove Works. Dwyer reorganized this firm in 1871 with another set of investors and it became the Michigan Stove Company. They manufactured cooking stoves, heaters, and furnaces under their “Garland” brand. The company was known for its state of the art technology in foundry applications. It was considered to be the world's largest producer of stoves and ranges with its 700 styles and sizes. The company had branch offices in the largest U.S. cities, as well as global distribution arrangements.

History

[Michigan Stove Company in Detroit showing Garland stove factory in 1891]

The history of the foundation of the Michigan Stove Company starts before the American Civil War, when Americans cooked and heated their homes with an open hearth. This old technology was inefficient, costly, and dangerous. A few modern stoves for the elite and wealthy started to appear in Detroit in the 1830s. All stoves from the 1840s to the 1860s were made and shipped from New York via the Erie Canal and the Great Lakes.[1] The creator of the company was Jeremiah Dwyer. He had apprenticed and worked for several years in New York to learn the stove business. In 1861, he and his younger brother James bought out a failing Detroit reaper manufacturer that was trying to make stoves. They brought in Thomas W. Misner as a partner and their new firm became J. Dwyer & Company. There was a large demand for cooking and heating stoves at the time and the Dwyers brothers became successful due to their stove-making skills. They were the first foundry operators in the midwestern United States to use modern engineering foundry techniques to make stoves.[2]

[Garland stove advertisement, c. 1900|left] The first stoves made by the J. Dwyer & Company were sold to local residents through personal solicitation. In 1863, Misner sold his equity in the firm to William H. Tefft and Merrill I. Mills. J. Dwyer & Company incorporated as a stock company in 1864 and became the Detroit Stove Works. This company's founders were Jeremiah Dwyer, James Dwyer, Merrill I. Mills, Edwin S. Barbour, and William H. Tefft. Dwyer bought pig iron and other similar materials from merchant Charles DuCharme to make his stoves. DuCharme, a wealthy Detroit businessman with many establishments, became an investor in Dwyer's firm.[3] The company made a variety of cooking and heating stoves, which it marketed under their “Jewel” brand, and at its peak employed a thousand workers.

Jeremiah Dwyer was a compulsive worker and expanded the facilities at the Detroit Stove Works. Because of his exposure to the foundry's polluted air, he contracted a pulmonary disease and was compelled to leave the foundry business for a while in 1869. Dwyer sold his ownership in the company to his brother and Edwin S Barbour, and went to live in the southern United States. He later returned to Detroit after his health recovered and again became active in the foundry business. Then in the autumn of 1871 he started a new firm with a group of investors and incorporated it as the Michigan Stove Company.[4]

[Michigan Stove Company in 1872] The partners in the Michigan Stove Company were Jeremiah Dwyer, Charles DuCharme, Francis Palms, Richard Long Sr., Merrill I. Mills, and George Harrison Barbour. DuCharme became the president, Dwyer its vice president and general manager, Mills its treasurer, and Barbour its secretary. The company began manufacturing stoves, heaters, and furnaces on September 12, 1872. They first made “Argand” brand stove and paid a royalty to Perry & Company of Albany, New York, for the rights to make their style and brand. Michigan Stove Company discontinued making “Argand” stoves and started making its own style of stoves, which were branded “Garland”, in 1876. This name was chosen because Dwyer didn't want to lose the customers who were loyal to the “Argand” brand stoves so he chose a similar-sounding name for the company's new brand.

There was a major fire at the Michigan Stove Company on January 8, 1907. It started in the evening and within a few hours had destroyed the manufacturing plant. The damage was estimated at $500,000, of which $400,000 was covered by insurance. The 2,200 men working at the factory became unemployed. The fire was first noticed at the coal-hopper in the engine room by the night watchman. It soon spread to the center of the building.[5]

thumb|upright 0.675|World's Largest Stove, destroyed by lightning 2011.|left The fire department arrived within fifteen minutes of being notified but it was out of control by the time firefighters began hosing down the building. The oversized replica stove being displayed adjacent to the factory was damaged as one of the plant’s six-story walls fell on it. The factory's inventory of 20,000 stoves were destroyed. Thousands of Detroit residents watched the fire and the crowd had to be controlled by police. One unidentified man was taken away from the debris by ambulance to St. Mary's hospital and later died.[6]

Jeremiah Dwyer had become president of Michigan Stove Company later in the year. It was the largest of Detroit's six stove manufacturers at the time.[7] By 1922, the company produced over 150,000 stoves, ranges, and furnaces annually. The factory covered . It had over a thousand employees and the value of its yearly production was about three-and-a-half million dollars. The company had few labor disputes because of Dwyer's diplomacy; during his presidency he would personally see them at his private office or their shop to resolve work issues. Most problems were settled amicably and the company became a union shop.

The Michigan Stove Company, which was headquartered on Jefferson Avenue in Detroit, made over 700 styles and sizes of cooking and heating stoves, all of which were branded “Garland”.[8] The company had an annual advertising budget of between $65,000 and $100,000,[9] and claimed to be the largest manufacturer of stoves and ranges in the world.[10] They made steels using aluminum and other metals, which were mixed with iron.[11] The company hired metallurgist William J. Keep to develop these steels; he was the first-such metallurgist to be associated with a foundry in Michigan. The company employed around fifteen hundred workers at any one time and manufactured 60,000 to 70,000 stoves and heaters a year. The company's manufacturing buildings covered ; and sold its products in Michigan, Ohio, and Indiana at the beginning. Within twenty years, they were sold throughout the United States.

thumb|upright 1.5|Garland brand label on a stove In 1923, Michigan Stove Company took over the Art Stove works.[12] In 1925, it merged with Detroit Stove works, becoming Detroit-Michigan Stove Company,[13] which, in 1945, took over A-B Stoves of Battle Creek, Michigan. The company started making automobile parts and by 1948, it was showing nearly a 10% profit on $21 million in sales. A year later, however, sales were half as much and profits declined annually from then on. The Garland brand name was purchased by the Welbilt Corporation in 1955 when the Detroit-Michigan Stove Company began to fail and its plant was officially closed in 1957. Garland Commercial Industries was formed in 1973.[14] The Garland brand is now used for traditional kitchen stoves and commercial equipment for restaurants and hotels, including grills, fryers, bakery ovens, and pizza ovens.[15]

Products

thumb|upright 1.0|Oak Garland “J” series heater The Michigan Stove Company issued a catalog of its products; a typical catalog was , had about 200 pages, and was bound in imitation gold leather. The title page usually showed reproductions of medals won by the company and the catalog contained sketches of the manufacturing works at Detroit and the regional headquarters office in Chicago.

Michigan Stove Company's Oak Garland “J” series heater was intended for burning natural gas, coal, coke, and wood. The company claimed any fuel could be used without modifications to the heater's body. When it burned natural gas, a ring of orifices was placed above the ash pit—a feature unique to this model. The placement of the gas-burning ring then required no modifications in the firebox construction so it could burn coal, coke, and wood as was originally intended for the main unit. The gas ring construction provided efficient heating; it extracted most of the heat because the gas was superheated before being ignited. This heater was constructed with smooth, cold-formed steel and a cast-iron body.

Offices, branches, and distributors

Michigan Stove Company had branch offices in Chicago, New York City, and Buffalo, New York. It had agents in Honolulu, London, Paris, Berlin, Constantinople, Manila, and the Philippine Islands.[16]

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question: Explain how Michigan Stove Company was founded.

answer: Michigan Stove Company was originally an enterprise started by Jeremiah Dwyer and his younger brother in the mid 1800's known as Detroit Stove Works. Jeremiah and James bought out a failing Detroit reaper manufacturer that was trying to make stoves. Along with partners and investors, the firm became successful due to their stove-making skills. Demand was high for cooking and heating stoves and they were the first operators in the midwestern US to use modern engineering techniques.


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_THE WOMAN GAME_ is a 1920 silent film society drama directed by William P. S. Earle and starring Elaine Hammerstein and Jere Austin. It was produced and released by Selznick Pictures Corporation. It is a surviving silent held in the Library of Congress collection.[1][2]

Cast

-   Elaine Hammerstein - Amy Terrell
-   Jere Austin - Andrew Masters
-   Louis Broughton - Capt. Davenport
-   Florence Billings - Mrs. Van Trant
-   Charles Eldridge - Jacky Van Trant
-   Ida Darling - Mrs. Smythe-Smythe
-   Blanche Davenport - Mr. Terrell
-   James W. Morrison - Leonard Travers
-   Charles Duncan -

Preservation status

-   Print held by The Library of Congress.[3]

[1] _The Woman Game_ at silentera.com

[2] [http://catalog.afi.com/Film/16150-THE-WOMANGAME?sid= The AFI Catalog of Feature Films 1893-1993:_The Woman Game_]

[3] The Library of Congress/FIAF American Silent Feature Film Survival Catalog:_The Woman Game_

title: The Woman Game

question: What is the Woman Game?

answer: It is a 1920s silent film society drama directed by William P. S. Earle and starring Elaine Hammerstein and Jere Austin

question: Who produced and released the film?

answer: Selznick Pictures Corporation

question: Where is the silent film being held?

answer: The Library of Congress collection.

question: List the names of all the actors.

answer:
- Elaine Hammerstein - Amy Terrell
- Jere Austin - Andrew Masters
- Louis Broughton - Capt. Davenport
- Florence Billings - Mrs. Van Trant
- Charles Eldridge - Jacky Van Trant
- Ida Darling - Mrs. Smythe-Smythe
- Blanche Davenport - Mr. Terrell
- James W. Morrison - Leonard Travers
- Charles Duncan -

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The Woman Game is a 1920s silent film society drama directed by William P. S. Earle and produced and released by Selznick Pictures Corporation. The library of Congress collection holds the surviving silent film. The Woman Game stars Elaine Hammerstein, Jere Austin, and Louis Broughton.


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Mission 52 - a short story [1682 words]
by Joanna Pogwash

Communications... check.  Control systems... check.  Fuel tank 1 pressure... check.  Fuel tank 2 pressure... check.  Oxidizer pressure... check.  Manifold pressure... check.  Engine pressure... check.  Auxiliaries... check.  On-board... check.  Stabilizers... check.  Navigation systems... check.  All systems... check.  Sequence 1 check... complete.  Green light... proceeding to countdown.

I don't care how many times you practice anything or how realistic the simulator is, it's never like the real thing.  Fifteen orbital repair missions plus three stints in the Space Station, but this time was different.  We were never coming back from this trip.  Planetary colonization is a one-way trip.  There's only enough fuel and supplies for one way, besides there will be nothing to come back to by then.  My heart is racing.  I must calm down.  "Get a grip, kid!  This is just routine." I can hear the seasoned Mission Commander say.  He can sense my anxiety.

My whole life has been a preparation for this mission.  Since I was old enough to hold a crayon, Mom's refrigerator was covered with my spaceships, along with the walls of my room, my sheets, and even my pajamas.  I was destined to be an astronaut and I proclaimed this fact through every backpack, lunchbox, and pair of sneakers I could find and get Mom to buy.  Every decision as I was growing up was made with this destiny in mind: from the courses I took in school, what sport I pursued, and which college I went to.  Each one was a step closer to the Johnson Space Flight Center and ultimately this mission.

There was so much more than my obsession riding on this mission: the fifty-second act of desperation of a dying race... and probably the last.  With the population growing out of control, in spite of epidemics and armed conflicts around the world, the environment becoming more toxic by the day, and resources becoming ever more scarce, mankind simply had to find another inhabitable planet, and fast.  The plankton was dying and with it eighty-five percent of the planet's oxygen production.  Years of waste and chemicals dumped into the sea had set this doomsday clock of nature into this, its final countdown.

Astronomers had located fifty-two most promising planets from among the many worlds that were either too hot or too cold, too big or too small, having no atmosphere or too much atmosphere to allow the solar rays to bathe the surface with life-giving energy.  The days were too long or too short, no oxygen or no carbon dioxide for the plants.  So many things had to be right and within such a narrow range of possibilities, that almost all were excluded, but there were fifty-two.

These fifty-two most promising planets had been arranged in order of proximity, each farther away, each requiring more and more fuel and time, stretching the limits of interstellar travel, and fifty-one had been crushing disappointments.  Each one had some critical flaw, some "show-stopper," as the planetary ecologists referred to them.  The first had such high levels of background radiation that the colonists didn't survive for long.  The second had such high pH or alkalinity that our life, whose building blocks are amino acids, could have never survived outside of the ship.  Each failed mission had sent back the discouraging news.  The colonists had been brave.  I reminded myself that they would have died here too.  Our fate is always the same in the end.

One-by-one the candidate planets had been reached... and eliminated for some insurmountable incompatibility.  One-by-one the hopes of civilization had been raised to a crescendo and dashed to the ground--the precious, life-sustaining ground.  This planet we have always called home.  How could we have come to this point of desperation?  How could we have let these problems fester past the point of crisis to the point of no return?  If we could focus our efforts sufficiently to be leaving, why could we not have focused our efforts sufficiently to preserve what we had?  How many times had I asked these questions?

The trembling of the rocket--the calm before the storm of lift-off--banished these thoughts from my mind as my senses became flooded with the sensations of this indescribable rush, "we have ignition!  We have lift off!  Mission 52 is on its way!"  The feeling of helplessness that overcomes you in the first seconds when you are pinned back, knowing that there is no safety release, no ejection seat, no parachute, and no way to turn back the fury, is both overwhelming and life-changing.  Either you will make it or you won't.  There are no other options and you are headed toward the outcome like a bullet out of a gun.

Six seconds in and something doesn't feel right.  The shaking is too violent.  There is a continuous transition from one sensation to another: the vibration, the pull against my body, the sound of the great thrusters.  "Increase stabilizers."  Twelve seconds in and the shaking returns to normal, or perhaps "expected" would be more accurate.  Twenty-one seconds in and a warning is raised.  "Relieve excess manifold pressure."  Twenty-nine seconds in.  "Close manifold relief."

Everything seems to function as it should for another ninety-five seconds.  With two seconds left in the first stage burn, fuel pump six completely drops out, but I can't feel it.  The acceleration has reached its peak, with the maximum thrust and minimum weight, as the last of the fuel is burned.  It shouldn't matter.  The second stage will carry us into orbit and then up to cruising speed.  When we are safely out of range, I will engage the thermonuclear drive and then relax and enjoy the ride and a very long nap.  The rest should be routine and boring as usual, at least it better be.

Four minutes and fifty-one seconds following ignition and the initial panic that accompanies every lift-off has past.  I begin running through the systems and checks.  Everything seems A-OK.  The brief concern with stabilizers, the excessive manifold pressure, and even the failed fuel pump are far behind me now, floating somewhere in the Atlantic awaiting retrieval, although it will more than likely never be used again.  This mission will be successful.  It had better be successful!

The checks are finally complete and we engage the thermonuclear drive, which will propel our space age Ark to near light speed over a period of several months, during which we will sleep and never notice.  The trip will last over eighty-seven years, but we will sleep through it all.  I engage the drive and key the computer to begin the IVs.  As I drift off, I reassure myself one last time: everything will go as planned and this mission will be successful.  It must be successful, or there will be no one left to care.

As I begin to waken, I feel the vibration and hear the rattle and creaking of the ship.  This is not right.  What else has gone wrong with Mission 52?  The entire left side of my body is unresponsive.  My left eye will not open.  Somehow I throw off the fog of hyper-sleep and manage to sit up.  I'm the pilot and I must make corrections.  I must collect information.  I must make decisions.  Others are stirring.  We have reached our destination and the computer is raising us from the death-like sleep.

We're entering the atmosphere.  This is not supposed to happen.  We're supposed to orbit and collect data, then find a suitable place to land.  This must not happen!  We have no boosters to lift us from this surface.  This elevator only goes down.  The shaking is becoming more violent.  We're descending much too fast.  The angle is all wrong.  As I struggle to gain some control over our fall, I hear the others report.  Each has their own job to do.  "Oxygen is good."  "Cabin temperature is stable."  "This will be a water landing, folks!"  The Commander announces and then adds, "there IS an ocean and we've found it!"

If we hit anything--even water--at this speed we'll be crushed by the impact.  I must get control of the ship!  I must have the thrusters, but that means we'll be going faster before there's any chance of going slower.  I ignite the engines and we are all pressed backward as they kick in.  I hear gasps and see fear on the faces in my peripheral vision.  At last we're pointed upward, but still falling fast.  Too fast.  Much too fast.  The thrusters cannot possibly break our fall.

We hit the water and are battered by the impact.  I shake my head to throw off the mental fog that threatens to engulf my mind.  I have no control as we sink beneath the surface.  "Will this thing even float?" I ask aloud.  It does float!  We slow and then begin to rise. We finally reach the surface and I see waves towering over the ship.  What else could go wrong with this mission?  I had to ask.

We've landed in the middle of a typhoon.  We are rolled and tossed like so much debris.  My nose is broken and bleeding badly.  I spit out fragments of what were my front teeth.  We are slammed into what I can only imagine is a beach.  Over and over again we are tossed and dashed into the unforgiving sand.  As I lose consciousness I see others limp and lifeless, thrown to and fro without resistance.  All I can think to say is: "Mission 52 Has Failed.  I repeat Failed.  All is lost."

"Cool!  A spaceship."

"I saw if first."

"You can have it.  See if I care.  Mine is better anyway."

"Look what I found, Gramps!"

"Where did that thing come from?"

"I found it in the water."

"It belongs to someone.  Throw it back."

"We're the only kids here.  Why can't I keep it?"

"It's covered with germs.  Throw it back... and wash your hands!"

"But he has one and I don't.  It's not fair!"

"It's a reject.  The letters are upside down.  Throw it back."

"I never get to keep anything I find."

"Go build a castle or something and quit complaining."

"When I grow up I'm going to be an astronaut and I'll have a real spaceship.  You'll see."

title: [SP] Mission 52

question: Explain the various factors leading to the failure of several space colonization efforts.

answer: There are some planets that were deemed too cold. Some promising ones were found to be too hot. A few had too much atmosphere to allow solar rays to supply life-giving energy. There were some with no oxygen or carbon dioxide for plants. One had such a high level of radiation that the colonists did not survive for long. Another had a high pH that no one could survive outside of the ship.

question: Summarize what went wrong with the narrator's mission to another planet.

answer: First, there was a brief concern with the ship's stabilizers. The trip lasted 87 years and as the narrator was waking up, he heard vibrations and the creaking of the ship in a way that signals that something was not right. The ship, which was supposed to orbit and collect data, had already entered the atmosphere. The crew tried not to land the ship but there were no boosters to lift up the ship. The ship was also descending too fast with little control from the crew on managing whatever impact would happen if it reaches the ground. The ship landed in the middle of a typhoon as the wind tears the ship apart, killing the crew.


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KIM HYANG-MIN (born 4 February 1942) is a North Korean archer who represented North Korea at the 1972 Summer Olympic Games in archery.[1]

Career

Kim competed in the women's individual event and finished twentieth with a total of 2275 points.[2]

At the 1978 Asian Games she won a bronze medal in the women's individual and women's team events.

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title: Kim Hyang-min

question: Who is Kim Hyang-Min?

answer: She is a North Korean archer.

question: Where did Kim Hyang-Min represent North Korea?

answer: She represented North Korea at the 1972 Summer Olympic Games in archery.

question: What position did Kim finish in the 1972 Summer Olympics Games?

answer: She finished twentieth in the 1972 Summer Olympic Games.

question: What prize did Kim win at the 1978 Asian Games?

answer: Kim won a bronze medal at the women's individual and team events at the 1978 Asian Games.

question: Write a ~1 sentence summary.

answer: This article highlights the achievements of a North Korean archer, Kim Hyang-Min.


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DELIVERY OF ADVANCED NETWORK TECHNOLOGY TO EUROPE (DANTE) is a not-for-profit company that plans, builds and operates the consecutive generations of the backbone network that interconnects the national research and education networks (NRENs) in Europe. The organisation is based in Cambridge, United Kingdom and was formed in 1993 as a limited liability company owned by Réseaux Associés pour la Recherche Européenne (RARE). Ownership was transferred to a number of NRENs and government agencies in 1994.

DANTE Ltd. currently operates the third generation of the GÉANT pan-European backbone network, and previously operated the earlier-generation EuropaNET, TEN-34, TEN-155, GÉANT and GÉANT2 networks.

History

At a first European research networking workshop, held in Luxembourg in May 1985, the NRENs decided to create the RARE association as their joint European organisation.[1] The first few years were dominated by the Co-operation for Open Systems Interconnection Networking in Europe (COSINE) project (1985-1993).[2] RARE was tasked with he execution of the project and created a COSINE Project Management Unit (CPMU) within its secretariat to manage the various sub-projects. One of the sub-projects of COSINE aimed to create a backbone network interconnecting the national research networks of the participating countries. The first two generations of the European backbone were developed as part of COSINE: IXI (International X.25 Infrastructure Backbone Service) and EMPB (European Multi-Protocol Backbone).

By 1991, consensus was growing that it would make sense to split off RARE's Operational Unit from the association.[3] In May 1991 RARE created a task force to examine the possibility of creating a new entity to take responsibility for the provision of pan-European backbone services; the task force's proposals were accepted by the RARE membership in December 1991.[4] After a comparison of alternatives it was decided to found the Operational Unit as a company limited by shares under English law with its headquarters in Cambridge.[5] The company was incorporated on 30 March 1993 as Operational Unit Ltd. and changed its name to DANTE Ltd. on 2 July 1993.[6] The organisation was launched at an event at St John's College, Cambridge on 6 July 1993.[7] Initially all shares were owned by RARE, but on 25 March 1994 RARE transferred its shares to eleven NRENs and government agencies.[8][9] On 20 October 1994 RARE changed its name to TERENA.[10][11]

The original eleven shareholders were Ariadnet (Greece), ARNES (Slovenia), INFN (Italy), DFN (Germany), FCCN (Portugal), HEFCE (United Kingdom), HUNGARNET (Hungary), NORDUnet (Nordic countries), RedIRIS (Spain), SURFnet (Netherlands) and SWITCH (Switzerland). Later INFN and RedIRIS transferred their shares to GARR and CSIC, respectively. Other NRENs were given the opportunity to buy shares later; this offer was taken up by RENATER (France) and CESNET (Czech Republic) in 1999, by HEAnet (Ireland) in 2000 and by RESTENA (Luxembourg) in 2002, bringing the total number of shareholders to fifteen.[12]

Generations of the European backbone

IXI and EMPB were the first two generations of the backbone network interconnecting the national research networks in Europe, known today as GÉANT.[13] The consecutive generations can be characterised as follows.[14]

-   IXI (International X.25 Infrastructure Backbone Service) 1990-1992. IXI was funded by a large number of national governments and the European Commission through the EUREKA project COSINE. IXI started as an X.25-based network with access capacities of 64 kbit/s in 14 countries. However, the switches were already equipped with 2 Mbit/s access ports and the first of these was brought into service before the end of 1992. In the first months of 1993, a new IP pilot service supported the carriage of IP packets by X.25. The first native IP port was installed in the second quarter of 1993. By this time, the name IXI had clearly become inappropriate and the network was renamed EMPB.
-   EMPB (European Multi-Protocol Backbone) 1992-1995. During the 37 months of operation several upgrades were made to the initial configuration. Four Central European countries joined the network. Research networks upgraded their access capacity to 2 Mbit/s, trunk circuits on the busiest routes were upgraded to 8 Mbit/s, and 4 Mbit/s access ports were made available and became operational.
-   EuropaNet 1995-1997. This was the first network managed by DANTE, using British Telecom's International Backbone Data Network Service (IBDNS) as the carrier. Access ports were available in capacities from 64 kbit/s to 8 Mbit/s for the IP service and 64 or 128 kbit/s for X.25. In July 1996 the EuropaNet IP service was moved from IBDNS to the new Integrated Network Connection Service (INCS) and remained there until March 1998 when the last NRENs moved their traffic to the new TEN-34 backbone.
-   TEN-34 1997-1998. The backbone network was co-funded by the European Union through a project in the EU's Fourth Framework Programme (February 1996 - December 1998).[15] TEN-34 offered speeds of 34 Mbit/s using both IP and ATM.
-   TEN-155 1998-2001. TEN-155 was co-funded by the European Union through a project in the EU's Fourth Framework Programme called QUANTUM (October 1998 - May 2000).[16] At the start, the network had access capacities of 155 Mbit/s in eight European countries. Many upgrades followed, and by December 2000 TEN-155 had trunk lines of 34/45, 155, 2×155, 3×155 and 622 Mbit/s.[17]
-   GÉANT 2001-2005. The GÉANT network was co-funded by the European Union through a project in the Fifth Framework Programme called GN1 (November 2000 - October 2004).[18] GÉANT consisted of a core network at 10 Gbit/s, complemented by 2.5 Gbit/s connections, with smaller outlying countries connected at 34, 155 or 622 Mbit/s.
-   GÉANT2 2006-2009. The GÉANT2 network was co-funded by the European Union through a project in the Sixth Framework Programme called GN2 (September 2004 - August 2008).[19] GÉANT2 was the first generation set up as a dark fibre network, offering switched point-to-point connections in addition to normal IP traffic.
-   GÉANT 2009-2013. It was decided to use the name GÉANT for the next-generation backbone, rather than GÉANT3. The new GÉANT network was co-funded by the European Union through a project in the Seventh Framework Programme called GN3 (April 2009 - March 2013).[20]
-   GÉANT 2013-2015. Funding of the GÉANT network was continued through a successor project in the Seventh Framework Programme called GN3PLUS (April 2013 - March 2015).[21]

Current GÉANT network

DANTE Ltd. currently operates the third generation of the GÉANT backbone network that interconnects Europe's National Research and Education Networks (NRENs). Together GÉANT and the NRENs connect 40 million researchers and students across Europe, facilitating collaborative research in a diverse range of disciplines, including high-energy physics, radio astronomy, bio-medicine, climate change, earth observation, and arts and culture.

GÉANT offers the robustness that large research projects rely on; they require outstanding service availability and service quality. Over 10,000 terabytes of data are transferred every day via the GÉANT IP backbone. GÉANT's flexibility means that services and infrastructure can be tailored to individual user requirements. GÉANT offers very large network capacities: key routes on the GÉANT network run at 40 Gbit/s and upgrades to 100 Gbit/s are in progress. The GÉANT Network Operations Centre run by DANTE provides effective and efficient operations. GÉANT offers the services needed for seamless networking experience: IP and dedicated circuits, testbeds and virtualised resources, monitoring and troubleshooting, and advisory and support services.

Access to the GÉANT network provides the standard, high-bandwidth IP connectivity (GÉANT IP). In addition, GÉANT offers virtual private networks created by reserving capacity on the network backbone (GÉANT Plus and GÉANT Lambda). These specialised point-to-point connections provide dedicated bandwidth. The connectivity services are supported by a range of network monitoring, security and support services aimed at optimising the network performance, These services work to provide seamless access to the infrastructure and enhanced monitoring to identify and remedy any incidents that disrupt the data flow and by eliminating attempts to disrupt service by maintaining high levels of network security.

Global connectivity

Connectivity between GÉANT and research networks in North America is part of the EU-funded projects mentioned above. In addition, DANTE is involved in a number of EU-funded projects to provide connectivity between GÉANT and research networks in other world regions. These include ORIENTPLUS[22] for connectivity to China, TEIN3 for connectivity to the Asia-Pacific region, EUMEDCONNECT3 for the southern and eastern Mediterranean, CAREN for Central Asia, and AfricaConnect for sub-Saharan Africa.

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question: What does the text say about the first generation of the GÉANT network?

answer: It is an earlier form (2001-2005) of a pan-European backbone network that interconnects national research and education networks. It was co-funded by the European Union through the Fifth Framework Programme (GN1), and operated by DANTE Ltd before it was upgraded. Its core network ran at 10 Gbit/s with 2.5 Gbit/s connections.

question: What does the text say about rare steak?


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MATE KAPOVIĆ (born August 5, 1981 in Zagreb) is a Croatian linguist specializing in Indo-European, Slavic languages and the Proto-Balto-Slavic language.[1][2] He studied Croatian language and linguistics at the Faculty of Arts of University of Zagreb. He graduated in 2003[3] and he has been teaching at the same university since 2004.[4] In 2007, he obtained his doctorate at the Faculty of Philosophy of University of Zadar (_Rekonstrukcija baltoslavenskih osobnih zamjenica s posebnim osvrtom na naglasak_).[5][6]

In 2010, he was appointed docent at the University of Zagreb, and in 2014, he was appointed associate professor.[7] At the Faculty of Arts, he lectures on general phonology, historical-comparative linguistics, phonology and Indo-European morphology. His academic interests include accentology, sociolinguistics, dialectology and language policy.[8] He is a member of the Committee of Dialectology at the Department of Philological Sciences of the Croatian Academy of Sciences and Arts.[9]

He has authored the following books: _Uvod u indoeuropsku lingvistiku: Pregled jezikâ i poredbena fonologija_ (2008), _Čiji je jezik?_ (2011), _Povijest hrvatske akcentuacije: Fonetika_ (2015). In 2019, he coauthored _Jeziku je svejedno_ (2019),[10][11] a book devoted to the phenomenon of prescriptivism in Croatian linguistics.[12][13][14] He has published a number of articles in Croatian and foreign journals.[15] He is engaged in criticism of linguistic purism and prescriptivism.[16][17] He was the initiator of the annual conference International Workshop on Balto-Slavic Accentology (IWoBA).[18]

Selected bibliography

-   _Uvod u indoeuropsku lingvistiku: Pregled jezikâ i poredbena fonologija_ (2008)
-   _O „pravilnosti” u jeziku_ (2009)
-   _Čiji je jezik?_ (2011)
-   _Language, ideology, and politics in Croatia_ (2011)
-   _Ogledi o kapitalizmu i demokraciji_ (2015)
-   _Povijest hrvatske akcentuacije: Fonetika_ (2016)
-   _O preskripciji i preskriptivizmu u Hrvatskoj_ (coauthor, 2016)[19]
-   _The Indo-European Languages_ (ed., 2nd edition)[20]
-   _Jeziku je svejedno_ (coauthor, 2019)[21][22]

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title: Mate Kapović

question: What does the article say about Kapović's academic life?

answer: He's an associate professor at the University of Zagreb, Faculty of Arts. His interests include accentology, sociolinguistics, dialectology, and language policy. He lectures on general phonology, historical-comparative linguistics, phonology, and Indo-European morphology. He's the author of three books (Uvod u indoeuropsku lingvistiku: Pregled jezikâ i poredbena fonologija in 2008, Čiji je jezik? in 2011, Povijest hrvatske akcentuacije: Fonetika in 2015) and a co-author of another (Jeziku je svejedno in 2019). He has several articles published in Croatian and foreign journals.

question: What does the text say about how to advance in academia in Croatia?


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	The drab streets of London are always bright to the sinners of the night. On King’s street, the Old Church of St. Pancreas stands tall with an opaque large stand-glass that is coated with filth— hiding it from its true colors. On Benton Street, rows of dens, brothels, and pubs are lined up like candy-shops with a clandestine flavor of vice. The story really begins in the alleyway, though, where a bar called Kroben is hidden. A man wakes up outside this bar, lying by a puddle accompanied by rats. But in his doped up mind, he is a lion wallowing by a lake that belongs to a lush oasis inhabited with exotic animals.
	Maybe it was the methadone from the clinic or the opium from the den, but he felt good when he woke. He was lucky that his baccy didn’t soak; otherwise he would have to buy another pack of tobacco not being able to afford a pint, then resorting to the cheaper morphine that he makes himself with kitchen goods. He lights up and it burns too fast. “Ah, bugger” he grunts. He breathes in the smoke, filling his old lungs well, then gazes at the morphed metallic sign that hung on the wall “KROBEN BAR.” Even his old mind remembers that he came here 25 years ago when it was his first time ever going to a bar.
	He looked at this place like a child would when opening a Christmas gift that he’s been guessing what’s in it for a good month. “Fucking Kroben!” He cheers, “Fuckin’ Ace!” He opens the same old door that still makes the same old creek and enters this forgotten place. He is instantly greeted by the warm breeze that radiated from the stove. His mouth started salivating from the smell of fresh sausage and beer that filled the atmosphere. He sees a bald bartender that is well dressed with the proper bow, vest, and a button-up shirt. The bartender is wiping the counter in a very precise fashion. The bartender finally looks up and to this man’s surprise that this person is the same bartender as 25 years ago.
“Harold?” The man says with an awkward smirk
“Yes, that would be me, sir.” The bartender responds
“I thought ye were dead, mate. Fuck, 25 years?”
“I beg your pardon?”
“You remember me right, mate? Remember the young bloke that came here long ago?
“I’m afraid not, sir.”
“Bollocks… You barmy bloke, can’t even remember a regular?”
“I apologize sir. While I’ve been told my memory is in excellent condition, 25 years is a long time, sir. Perhaps if you give me your name, I might recall who you are?”
“Yes, you invariably posh twat- it’s…”
“S…sir?”
“it’s… fucking cunt…”
“Well I certainly think I’d remember a name like that..”
“No, mate. I can’t bloody remember right now.”
The man stands there with a blank expression while the bartender frantically watches him.
“Well sir, a pint is on the house.”
“Alright, cheers mate. I’ll be back.”

He heads to the lavatory and on his way there he sees two men in white lab coats conversing. How peculiar, the man thought. He heard them say “patient one is suffering from potential embolism stroke. Main cause is believed to be excess alcohol consumption. Proceed with…” and the rest were just blurs he couldn’t understand. He shrugs this off with the idea that they were doctors reading a log from their papers. He steps into the lavatory and feels the sense of privacy. He felt well, but simultaneously disoriented with the bright white light that the incandescent light bulb emitted. When he tries to urinate, he spills most of it on his boots. He goes to the mirror to see how different he looks. The embedded glass-bottle shears in his face from the numerous bar fights to the tattoo k on his right cheek that he cannot remember how he got; yet he was a handsome boy once. He now understands why Harold can’t remember him. The numb feeling rushes through his veins as he once stood here when he was 15.
The man steps out of the restroom. He has dried up dews of piss on his boots and his shirt reeked with tobacco and sweat, but he felt good. He sees the doctors still conversing with dim expressions on their faces. “His heart is in horrid condition, proceed for resection?” He stares off to Harold, who is still wiping the surface aggressively; the same way he did 25 years ago. Next to the complimentary pint is a young bodacious woman who’s weeping in a discreet manner; her face is concealed with her hands. The man checks his breath and hair while she isn’t looking and takes a seat next to her. At the very same moment the new hit “Roxanne” by the Police begins playing somewhere in the background.  He speaks to her before the euphoria wares off.
“Beautiful girl, why the tears? What’s your name, sweet heart?”
“Do I look like a totty to ya, tosser?” She says with her face still covered.
“Let me buy you a drink, dear.” He tries to get Harold’s attention by snapping his fingers, “Harold, a pint please!” The bartender ignores him as he is too focused with rubbing the wine stain left on the panels.
“Oy, Harold. Ah, fuck it have mine.” He slides the pint towards her.
“Thank you, you’re… a gentleman.” She reveals her face.
“Rosy?” the man says, “Fuckin’ Rosy, right? Where’ve you been the past-“
“Pardon me, but I can’t recall you that is!”
“Nah, Rosy, the girl from Richmond’s brothel, right?”
“That’s right, were you a customer of mine?”
“Yeah, well, we dated, too!”
“Ah, right. No, I don’t remember. Maybe I’m a double ganger?”
“No, Rosy, we did more than just sex… we were lovers!”
“No mate, sorry to nick your excitement like that but I don’t remember.”
The man looks down in disappointment
“Well, what’s your name sweet-heart?”
“I can’t remember.”
“Right, well sweetie I’m heading home now. If chivalry is still alive, walk me home? I can’t bare the thought that Jack the Reaper walked this alley way, I know it’s been almost a century but the thought of being sliced is never pleasing! In return, I’ll give you a good shag.”
	He tells her to give him a minute. He rushes to the restroom to freshen up. On the way he hears the doctors say, “Patient is experiencing cardiac arrest, defibrillation unit required.” Once he’s in the brightly lit lavatory, with spotless tiles that Harold probably cleaned-even the spilt urine was gone- he feels heartbroken. He met her before she was a prostitute, when she was innocent. It’s the shagging that got her addicted, and even today she works for Richmond. He freshens up and steps out the restroom, hoping he’ll get lucky. The doctors are still there, talking in a monotonous tone, but Rosy is missing. Now two fatties are sitting where the man and Rosy were. He searches for Rosy desperately, but not surprised that she’s gone. He retires and sits by the two fatties that are gorging on some grubs.
	“Harold, another plate of the Drunken Monkey with extra bananas please!” then “Yes, extra bananas, please!” followed after. To the man, these voices are too familiar. He turns to take a good look of their faces, and it’s his stepmother Meredith, who passed years ago with obesity, and aunt Barbra who is sitting next to her that committed suicide from the inability to cope with Meredith’s death.
“Meredith?” he asks,
“Yes?”
“Ma, it’s me… it’s—”
“Who are you?” Meredith says, then Barbra follows with “Yes, who?”
“Your stepson, K-”
“Stepson?” She giggles and then Barbra follows with an even more obnoxious laugh.
“You married my father, Erin. I’m his son!”
“Erin’s son died before I could meet him, you barmy bloke!” “He’s mental!” Barbra follows.
“No, both of you cunts are dead! You’re both fuckin’ mental!”
He hops off the stool and runs towards the restroom while Barbra and Meredith both laugh hysterically, stacking dishes on dishes, eating their lives away. The doctors continue speaking. “Deviate to the stomach, any other vital organs?” He storms into the restroom and a man with glasses is reading a newspaper, to which he puts away with an embarrassed red look on his face. The man with the glasses walks towards the sink and washes his hands, looking upset.
“Did you know London is not safe anymore?”
“What do you mean, mate?”
“The evil that lurks the night. Have you heard about the renegade scientists?”
“No.”
“They’re doctors, their licenses were revoked.”
“Oh?”
“Now to make a living, they find unexpected victims and kidnap them. They then sell their body-parts on the black market.”
“Right.”
“The sick part is that some of them just do it for the money or the thrill.”
	The man with glasses looks away and starts to retch. He rushes to the toilet and pukes. The man approaches the sink with the sound of vomiting, thinking about what just happened with Meredith and Bertha. He then remembers his real mother, Synthea. How sweet she was, really. The most comforting memory he has of her is when she gave him a haircut then a sponge bath. She passed when he was 14, two years before ever going to Kroben. “This alleyway is infamous for crimes like that!” the man with glasses sputters, coughing out what’s left in his mouth. “Thanks for the advice, mate,” he says as he leaves the lavatory.
	He’s all broken but he’s too high to realize. He sees Harold still wiping the wine stain aggressively. He’s sweating so much that his shirt is damp. The doctors are still talking, “Once the extraction is successful, the next procedure is…” His stepmother and aunt are gone, and now a younger gentleman sits on the stall sipping on a pint. He is well groomed and looks clean; a flawless Brit. He’s rolling himself baccy, pretty well for a youngster. The man sits by him, watching Harold look monstrous as he cleans. He looks at the boy again who is about to smoke and is disappointed by what he sees.
“You know, I used to be beautiful like you.” He says
“What?” the boy says
“You’re an Adonis, really. You should be an athlete, not a drunkard!”
“Look, I don’t fancy men.”
“Neither do I, you just remind me of myself.”
“Fack off.”
“Something bothering you, mate? Where’s your mother?”
“Fack off, again! My ma’s dying.”
“My mother passed when I was 14, I know the feeling.”
“Right, twat. Now fuck off.”
The man then stays quiet, until the boy grunts.
“Fuckin’ Rosy, where the fuck have you gone?” and he steps out the bar.
	What an utter coincidence, he thought. The boy’s conjunctures paralleled with his. In disbelief, he turns around to reassure that he was really there. He sees that the boy dropped his passport when he rushed out. The man picks it up. Joseph Kroben- he reads, but the ink blurred in his vision. Kroben. That is this man’s name- Mr. Kroben. Now he remembers. He remembers what happened 25 years ago before living in the streets. After years of no one calling him his name, he was resurrected. “My name is Joseph Kroben, Harold!” He turns around to the sight of the bar set ablaze—caught fire from the ruptured tanks of the stove; yet Harold is still wiping off the wine stain!
	The doctors speak differently for the first time, “looking at his heart, it won’t sell well!” They both laugh. The other doctor says, “I told you we shouldn’t target the red-light district!” Mr. Kroben rushes to door, but the handles are jammed. The fire is spreading. It’s too hot, so he makes a run to the lavatory. One of the doctors screams to the other one “He’s awake! He’s awake! Bring the anesthetics, bring the morphine!” Mr. Kroben slams the door and sees the man with glasses lying on the floor. He’s dead. Kroben picks up the newspaper that he was reading and sees the man with glasses on the head article.
	Vincent Allard, a renowned police investigator, was found dead in a bar lavatory. Autopsy suggests he was poisoned with potassium cyanide. His investigation involved the search of the numerous disappearances of the night citizens of Benton St. Allegations claim that renegade doctors are responsible for the kidnappings of these people— the missing bodies that were found were skillfully relieved of their organs, suggesting some sort of medical experiment or organ trafficking.
He sees another article that is about the Kroben Bar:
	The Kroben bar in Benton St. has burnt down with only one fatality. Harold Brody, the bartender of this bar, has been found after the incident. According to the fire department, the stove was the main cause of the fire. His family mentioned about Mr. Brody suffering with obsessive-compulsive disorder…
	Mr. Kroben now remembers. He came to this bar when he was 14. He was grieving over his dying mother and the name of this place is what enticed him. Kroben, how often do you come across a name like that? He skims through the newspaper as his reading was lacking. He finds an article about Rosy.
	Rosy Benedetti was found dead in an alleyway of King St. There is little evidence, but Police suggests sexual assault. DNA evidence is supposedly linked to Richmond Almoner, but investigation is ongoing.
	And Kroben does this for a while, next to Vincent. These people in the newspaper were all in the bar- except for the doctors! He looks into the mirror, but does not see a reflection. He sees himself struggling in a medical bed, untying the straps that shackle him, while the two doctors pushing him down injects him with whatever is in the syringe. Kroben felt good. He sees his mother calling him on the Oasis. “Come closer, dear!” He walks slowly on the lush grass towards her, closer to Synthea. She holds him with her soft skin, giving him great comfort. “Mama,” he whispers.
	Meanwhile the doctors load him up in the van.
“Well, I guess that’s it. Are we dumping him in the lake?”
“No, we’re incinerating him. We figured that’s easier, harder to trace.”
One of the doctors goes inside the car while the other notices a passport on the floor.
“Hey, is this your passport? It looks outdated.” He passes him the ID
“No, it says Joseph Kroben. That’s a good looking kid— who is it?”
“I have no clue.”

title: [Cyber Punk/Psychological] Welcome to the Kroben Bar

question: What does the text say about Benton street?

answer: Benton Street resides in the drab streets of London. It provides opportunities for vice with its of rows of dens, brothels, and pubs. In the story, a bar called Kroben exists in the alley. The story later reveals that there was a police investigation that centered on the numerous disappearances of the night citizens of Benton St. Allegations were made that renegade doctors were kidnapping these people and using them for possible organ trafficking. The Kroben bar on Benton St. eventually burned down with the bartender inside.

question: Summarize the protagonist's relationship with Harold.

answer: Harold is a bartender at Kroben bar. The protagonist claims he used to be a regular patron of his 25 years prior when he was a young man. Despite this, Harold doesn't remember him - particularly because the protagonist can't provide a name. Due to this, it seems they only have a normal bartender and patron relationship.

question: Summarize how the protagonist has changed in 25 years.

answer: 25 years ago, the protagonist used to a regular at Kroben bar. The protagonist used to be a handsome, well-groomed young man. He now seems to be unrecognizable, as no one at the bar can remember his face. He has embedded glass bottle shears in his face from numerous bar fights, and he has a tattoo on his right cheek. He also now seems to be addicted to heroin.

question: Summarize what keeps happening when the protagonist asks if someone remembers him.

answer: Each time the protagonist asks someone if they remember him, they cannot. He is surprised Harold doesn't remember him because he was a regular at Kroben bar. When he sees Rosy, a prostitutes he once dated, she can only assume that he was a client of hers. His step-mother doesn't remember him either, and she notes her stepson died before she even met him.  The common denominator with all of these people the protagonist meets, is that he can't remember his own name to give them.

question: Summarize what happens when the doctors are caught by authorities.


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Through three games, Matthew Stafford ranks as the least sacked quarterback among qualifying passers in the NFL, having hit the turf just three times.

"Is that the deal, huh?" Stafford asked with a grin Thursday. "I didn't even know that. That's great. Our guys up front are fighting like crazy."

It's the least amount of sacks Stafford's endured through the first three games of a seasons since 2013, when he was sacked just twice in the first three contests that season. The last four years, he's been sacked early and often, with totals of six (2017), eight (2016), seven (2015) and seven (2014) sacks through the first three games in those seasons.

Stafford was sacked 47 times in all last year, the most in his career, despite attempting the fewest amount of passes (565) in a full season.

"I knew it was less," Stafford said when pressed if he was aware of the fact he's being sacked much less than in year's past. "I don't know the numbers. I don't check on everybody around the league. But I knew our guys were doing a good job up front."

The Lions had a rotating door of offensive linemen play last season due to injury, which was part of the problem. It's been more steady in that regard so far this season.

Starting right guard T.J. Lang missed the Week 2 matchup in San Francisco with a back injury, but veteran Kenny Wiggins played pretty well in his place.

Last week in the win over New England, Detroit's starting five upfront – Taylor Decker, Frank Ragnow, Graham Glasgow, Lang and Rick Wagner – had a dominant performance. Stafford was sacked once, and that was the only time he was officially hit on the stat sheet. Detroit also rushed for 159 yards in that 26-10 victory.

"Obviously, we take a tremendous amount of pride in making sure he (Stafford) has a clean jersey," Lang said Thursday. "I'm not going to say it's perfect, because it hasn't been. There's been times where there's been slips here and there in communication, technique, whatever it is, and he's taken some hits.

"I think he's doing a good job getting the ball out on time, which is important, and through the first three weeks I think everybody realizes that when you talk to him he says good protection, but you watch the film and it's just a group of guys in that O-line room that we feel like we can always do better. Obviously, that's really goal No. 1 is making sure you take care of the quarterback."

The tight ends, running backs, wide receivers and Stafford all deserve credit as well. The Lions will need all hands on deck again this week against a talented Dallas defense that ranks second in the NFL with 11 sacks.

"This will be a big challenge for us this week," Stafford admitted. "Dallas, they get off the rock. They pride themselves on getting after quarterbacks and hitting them. So, we'll have a big challenge, and that's everybody involved. It's offensive line, it's backs, it's tight ends, it's guys winning on routes, it's me getting the ball out on time. All that ties into those."

RAGNOW BACK AT IT

There's always cause for concern when a player shows up on the practice report midweek with an injury like starting right guard Frank Ragnow did Thursday.

After not being listed Wednesday, Ragnow was a limited participant in practice Thursday with a knee injury.

It appears Ragnow has avoided any serious injury to his knee, however. He was on the field Friday, taking part in the open portion of practice alongside his fellow offensive linemen.

"Just going through practice, normal practice stuff," head coach Matt Patricia said Friday when asked about the Ragnow injury.

Ragnow is coming off his best game as a professional last week in the win vs. New England. He was Detroit's highest graded player on offense by Pro Football Focus, helping to plow the way for 159 team rushing yards, and not allowing a single pressure, sack or hit on Stafford in the contest.

Detroit's offensive line has a tough matchup this week against a very good Dallas Cowboys defensive front.

NEW WRINKLES?

The Cowboys' offense has struggled out of the gate this season, particularly with their passing game.

Dallas ranks 31st in passing, averaging just 145.0 yards per game through the air. Quarterback Dak Prescott hasn't thrown for more than 200 yards in his last five games dating back to last year.

When asked about the passing portion of his offense, Cowboys offensive coordinator Scott Linehan eluded to some new wrinkles being put into the game plan this week to help jumpstart that portion of the offense.

"We're obviously searching for some things that will help us," Linehan told the Dallas Morning News. "I think we've got some good stuff in this week. Maybe just a few more wrinkles to it.

"I think we need that."

The Cowboys have scored 41 points, their lowest total three games into the season since 1990.

"There's going to be some different things that I think you'll see," Prescott told the paper Thursday.

The Lions enter the contest allowing just 152.0 passing yards per game, the fewest in the NFL.

question: What does the text say about why Stafford was frequently sacked despite his experience and efforts?


text:
[VeChain Foundation]

We are glad to introduce our Chief Technology Officer GU JIANLIANG to the community. Mr. Gu joined VeChain in 2017 as CTO and is in charge of technical development and management, committed to promoting the IoT integration and co-leads VeChain Thor mainnet development. Mr. Gu leads the roadmap for both passive (UHF/HF/LF) and active IoT (2G/3G/NB-IoT) devices and provide Blockchain+IoT solutions for enterprise implementations. Mr. Gu is both a hardware expert and an experienced software developer by training and experience.

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Before joining VeChain, Mr. Gu worked as the Technology Director within TCL & ALCATEL MOBILE COMMUNICATION CO., LTD. (a multinational electronics company) and has accumulated over 18 years of experience in relevant industries, such as mobile telecommunication and IoT.

Notably, during his career at TCL & ALCATEL, Mr. Gu led the technical team at TCL & ALCATEL to design various mobile communication devices for T-mobile, AT&T, Deutsche Telekom, Vodafone, etc. He also redefined many hardware design standard, including baseband, audio, multimedia, etc. In addition, he established the design principle of basic software functionality, including power management, security design, etc.

Apart from his rich experience in relevant industries, MR. GU ALSO HOLDS, INVENTED AND HELPED TO INVENT MORE THAN 100 RELEVANT PATENTS IN VARYING FIELDS, such as integrated circuit design, mobile device power management, enhanced traceability by utilizing NFC technology, etc.

SOME PUBLICLY VIEWABLE PATENTS ARE:

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    Method and device for earphone and USB to share micro-USB interface (9414147)
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    Mobile terminal with charging surge protection circuit (9131036)
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    Mobile terminal using common antenna for performing NFC function and FM-TX function (8989809)
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    Mobile terminal and decoding method thereof (8939372)
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    Mobile terminal, and volume adjusting method and device thereof (8682384)
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    MOBILE TERMINAL AND DECODING METHOD THEREOF (20140027517)
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    System and method for tracking stolen communication terminal, and communication terminal(8583032)
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    Mobile Terminal Using Common Antenna for Performing NFC function and FM-TX Function (20130288740)
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    Calibration device for mobile terminal and ADC module thereof (8547261)
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    Mobile Terminal (20130109444)
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    Method and Device for Earphone and USB to Share Micro-USB Interface (20130101132)
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    SYSTEM AND METHOD FOR TRACKING STOLEN COMMUNICATION TERMINAL, AND COMMUNICATION TERMINAL (20120309432)
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    Mobile Terminal, and Volume Adjusting Method and Device Thereof (20120264481)
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    Calibration Device for Mobile Terminal and ADC Module Thereof (20120223848)

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Mr. Gu has helped VeChain apply and obtain patents since joining VeChain such as the picture above where VeChain Thor is utilizing NFC technology for it’s product tracing platform. Mr. Gu has had a large impact on VeChains ability to rapidly secure and patent its core technology and we fully expect that trend to continue moving forward.

So far, Mr. Gu’ had implemented and is executing VeChain solutions for the following partners:

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    D.I.G
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    China Unicom
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    madeforgoods
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    Gui’an Smart Government
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    Healthcare Co. Ltd (Mlily)
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    BitOcean
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    Hubei Sanxin Cultural Media Ltd.
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    Fanghuwang.com
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    iTaotaoke
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    China Tobacco via NRCC

Mr Gu is also responsible for the spearheading the hardware partnerships of VeChain such as Jiangsu Printed Electronics Co. Ltd., Xiamen Innov Information Technology Co Ltd., and other announced hardware partnerships.

Mr. Gu graduated from Shanghai University with a degree in Cybernetics.

We will be rolling out VeChain’s hardware capabilities in the next days, starting with the introduction of our CTO Mr. Gu. We believe the series of releases will finally make clear to the community that VeChain’s hardware capabilities is one of if not the best among IoT projects in China or even the world, please stay tuned.

Please follow Mr. Gu by:

LINKEDIN: https://www.linkedin.com/in/jianliang-gu-260506157/

TWITTER: @VeChain_GU

question: What does the text say about Gu Jianlang?

answer: Gu Jialiang is the new Chief Technology Officer in VeChain. He is both a hardware expert and an experienced software developer by training and experience.

question: What does the text say about Mr. Gu's career?

answer: Mr. Gu used to work as the Technology Director within TCL & Alcatel Mobile Communication Co., LTD. He accumulated over 18 years of experience in relevant industries such as mobile telecommunication and IoT. While working in TCL & Alcatel, he led the technical team to design various mobile communication devices for T-mobile, AT&T, Deutsche Telekom, Vodafone, etc. He also redefined many hardware design standard including baseband, audio, multimedia, etc. He also invented and helped to invent more than 100 relevant patents in varying fields.

question: What does the text say about?

question: What does the text say about TCL & Alcatel Mobile Communication Co. Ltd?


text:
*Courage, camarade! Le diable est mort.*

                                                      -   Reade

Of all the various disorders of the mind, it was my singular and supreme proclivity toward the most violent and irrational bouts of anger which plagued me the most. I was normally a very even-tempered man, you see, but I would, on sporadic occasion, be involuntarily compelled into such fits of rage and irrationality that none, not even the benevolent Ekecheiria, could have conjured the calm and stillness necessary to console me. It was because of this unpredictable ferocity that I was, to say the least, not very well liked among my neighbors and peers, but this being a reality which I had endured since my earliest days of youth, I was no longer notably affected by it, and had since come to greatly prefer solitude to any abundance of social company.

            In addition to my tendency toward violence, I had yet another quirk which manifested itself on a much more consistent basis. This quirk, for this will I call it, of which I speak was the simple and mundane propensity to become distracted at even the most remarkably insignificant of disturbances. Even the most remotely perceptive of readers must already have deduced my next point, and indeed, it may quite effortlessly be discerned that this latter idiosyncrasy often served in the excitement and agitation of the former.

            It is principally from a combination of these two factors, supplemented only by a few negligible others, that I elected early on in my adulthood to abandon my apartment in the city in exchange for a remote and (most importantly) quiet little homestead in the countryside, with the simple and quaint name of Augusta. How profoundly I enjoyed the solitude provided by my abode! Some may surmise that I passed my time torpidly in this quiet and slow-moving place—may assume that I remained as idle as Coleridge’s painted ship—but this is not so. I made wonderful use of my time in this new home, mostly in poring over the countless volumes of literature which I had inherited upon the recent expiration of my father, but also in studying the myriad of musical instruments I had lying about and, in no small measure, keeping physically fit through a solid regiment of weight-lifting and strength training.

There was nothing in the way of wilderness near the vicinity of my home either, and this too I preferred. No singing of birds—no pecking of peckers! The nearest thing to disturbance which might be ascribed to the remoteness of the place was the incessant and infernal chirping of crickets among the fields, but this was quite easily remedied by simply shutting all the doors and windows of the home. I grew to love the place, and it became my sanctuary—a silent temple of solace and peace, as sacred to me as any of the ancient cathedrals of Europe—as any of the earliest mosques of the Ottomans.

On spending nearly a year in the place, my character grew increasingly pacified by this way of living, and it seemed to me—at least in my moments of greatest optimism—that the flaws which had for so long bedeviled me had finally been sated. I delighted in these changes, and felt a beguiling improvement in my own esteem which accompanied them for, as Barthelemy has said: “l’homme absurde est celui qui ne change jamais.”

It is because of this newly refined character that I was hopeful when I noticed another home being built on the hill opposite my own. I had spent so many months in solitude that I was simply delighted at the prospect of an engaging conversation. I was hopeful, at least, for the time that had elapsed since my settlement in the homestead was not sufficient enough to have wiped clean my memory of the tantrums which used to plague me so incessantly. This hope was held in vain, however, for in my few short conversations with my neighbor I found him to be severely unlettered, and a truly insufferable boor.

I tolerated the noises of construction reasonably well, though they provided me my first distraction in quite some time. I remembered the tranquility I had felt through my early days on the property, and endeavored to bury myself in meditation or study to attempt to regain that same peace. This was for naught, however, and in my recollections of this epoch I am reminded of a certain quote from one of my old volumes which to me seemed quite applicable: “If it’s heaven for climate, it’s hell for company.” Indeed, I thought (and still think) this to be a bit of a silly aphorism as it applies to the world in general, but at the time it struck me as being quite relevant to my situation.

The time of construction had been, as I’ve said, borne quite well, and the entire duration had elapsed largely without incident. I was able to bear the tumult of the erection of the home well enough, and had maintained my evenness of temper quite adequately. It was upon the man’s permanent settlement into the home that the problems truly began.

It is not as though the man were too unreasonably rowdy—nor was my neighbor prone to trespass. In fact, he conducted himself in such a way that no person of normal constitution would have been likely to take any issue with him at all. He would spend much of the day laboring in his field and, as he lived alone, tidying up the house and performing a host of common and mundane chores. Through this he made no superfluous noise, and I was able to ignore him well enough through my typical remedy of closing all the windows and doors in the home. This pleasantry of day was corrupted entirely by night, however, when my neighbor would sit on his porch and whistle the most inane and monotonous—the most humdrum and tiresome melody for hours on end.

The insufferable tune! Every night for a week I would find myself poring over a volume of Racine or Rabelais—or exploring the nuances in the famous toccatas of Bach—or simply performing my tedious lifting of weights when, above all other sound, my ears would hearken to the unwelcome whistle of the man, and my focus would be stolen away completely! It was not enough to shut up the house, for the man would—might this have been my imagination?—whistle ever louder as if he endeavored to taunt me with his song!

By the end of the week I had made no effort to reason with the man—this I will readily admit. And who is to condemn me for this? The man had violated the sacred, tranquil sanctuary which I had so loved and enjoyed. His seemingly scornful whistling had excited my anger to such a point that I had made up my mind irreversibly. I knew full well what the solution would be.

My neighbor’s home was observable from a window in my study, and through assuming the proper position, I was able to conceal myself behind the blinds and thus observe him undetectably. It was from this position that I noted, over the course of a few days, that the man would retire to bed immediately upon the cessation of his whistling—though his routine would occasionally vary unpredictably. On nights of uncommonly fair weather, my neighbor would forego the comfort of his chamber and elect instead to sleep on a cushioned seat which hung from his porch.

It was on such a night that I would kill the man. After having been ripped from my study of de Tocqueville—for this detail I remember clearly—I hurried up to my study and began again an observation of my tormentor. I spent some three or four hours in this position, before finally noting that my neighbor was to sleep the night yet again on his cushioned seat. I smiled contentedly at remarking this—elated by the idea that I might for the last time have heard the intolerable whistling of the man.

I waited an hour or so after he retired—to allow adequate time for sleep to overtake him—and then, arming myself with only a length of rope and a dagger, calmly left my home and wandered over to where he slept. How remarkably calmly did I begin the execution of my task! I had been consumed with the most oppressive anger for the entire week preceding, but now, knowing that its relief would soon be realized, I carried myself with the most admirable and unshakeable composure.

I crept up the steps of his porch with the most minute consideration, and—what’s more—with the most supreme attention and focus! How uncharacteristically did I carry out the deed! I sauntered over to my sleeping victim, and—from the very first glimpse of his face—began to formulate an idea even more perverse than simple murder. I would make him suffer in death—indeed he would suffer as much as I had suffered since he so unceremoniously encroached on my solitude!

This idea immediately inspired me to action, and I procured a dagger from my back pocket and, gripping it firmly by the hilt, sprung at once upon my victim and slashed violently at his face. The blade hit its mark brilliantly, and with one stroke of my dagger I succeeded in separating wholly the man’s lips from his face. I beheld them briefly on the floor with the most nefarious grin—for I knew at that moment that I would never again be pulled away from my studies by the sound of that abhorrent whistling.

My neighbor awoke with intense passion, and immediately began flailing in a most unsettling fit of agony. I was at first alarmed by this sudden and violent commotion, but resolutely returned to my task and began casting the rope about him while he was still too severely disoriented with panic. I succeeded thusly in binding him in the rope, and endeavored next to conceal him under the porch.

The entire scene was extraordinarily grotesque, as the man still struggled quite energetically. He screamed the most devilish and inhuman screams—every one of which resulted in an inordinate amount of blood being expelled from the area of his severed lips. The screams were a trifle of insignificance, for I knew well that the remote nature of the property would allow for even the most thunderous of sounds to remain undetected by any other person than myself. The blood, however, made it increasingly difficult to control the movements of the man—for one’s grip is much more difficult to employ when the intended target is drenched in blood. I nevertheless succeeded in dragging him through the lattice door and under the porch, where I found a large wooden box, constructed in such a fashion as to seem to me to crudely resemble a casket.

I smiled yet again at this serendipitous discovery, and determined to entomb the man in the box. I removed a handkerchief from my coat pocket and fastened it over the man’s eyes as a makeshift blindfold. Satisfied that he was too thoroughly bound and incapacitated to escape, I then quickly made my way into his home and returned—I am not exactly sure how much later—with a hammer and host of nails. I was able to wrestle the man into the box with some small difficulty, though my strength proved more than sufficient to accomplish the task, and began to nail shut the lid of his coffin. The entire time he thrashed and screamed to the greatest of his ability—but to no avail.

I finished my deed and, having locked the lattice door behind me, returned to the swinging seat atop the porch. The scene was grim—the pools of blood having begun the process of coagulation and the severed lips laying nearly indistinguishably amidst these pools of crimson. I sat down on the first step of the porch to rest, when suddenly I was distracted by the sounds of my neighbor still thrashing violently and attempting to escape his tomb. I smiled again at this—and fancied that his motions had adopted a rhythmic nature that seemed to me to make light of the horrid situation. I then entertained the ghastly idea that I would pay the man in his own coin! I began to stamp my feet along with this perceived rhythm and—loudly enough to ensure it would be audible to my victim—I began derisively to whistle that very same tune which used to haunt me!

His struggles subsided shortly after this, and I took myself proudly to bed. For a week after this I would return nightly to the porch, and begin again to whistle that lullaby to my victim. I only ended this practice when I was sure he had expired. Again my abode was filled with the sweet and satisfying sounds of silence! I again had obtained a sanctuary for the peaceful existence I had so ardently desired. I have never since heard that dull, unvaried melody whistled among the silent hills of my property. And for that peace, I am grateful!

                                                                                May 2018

title: [MF] Augusta

question: Why do few people like the narrator?

answer: Though normally calm, the narrator has a tendency to fly into violent and irrational bouts of fury that no one could calm. It was this unpredictable anger that ensured that peers and neighbors disliked him. In addition, insignificant distractions could drive the rage.

question: How did the narrator feel about his neighbor?

answer: At first, he looked forward to having a neighbor. He hoped that the tantrums that had once plagued him had been overcome. The narrator had no problem with the neighbor during the day as the neighbor went quietly about his business. It was at night that the narrator was most irritated because the neighbor whistled tunelessly until he went to bed.

question: How did the narrator deal with his neighbor?

answer: The narrator decided to kill his neighbor. He took a dagger and a rope to the neighbor's porch after giving him enough time to fall asleep. Then he decided that he would rather torture the man to death so he sliced off his lips. He found a wooden box, put the neighbor into the box and nailed the lid down. Then he started to whistle the tune that the neighbor had whistled every night. He returned nightly to repeat the ritual until he was certain that the neighbor was dead.


text:
It was never about the idea of you, it was you. I never wanted a relationship, I told myself there was no way I'd ever consider marriage again before we met. But between all of the little things, the big things, the things others may never even notice...every single part that makes you who you are...I fell for it all.

Within 2 weeks i was in a cloud of feelings I had never remotely felt, I wasn't scared I wanted more..i wanted to feel how you made me feel everyday. The first year or so I had to downplay my feelings and thoughts, you couldn't know how I really felt. I was worried I would scare you away, I had to lie to myself and convince myself I could care less.

I tried to shield and detach myself from developing feelings for liam because he wasn't my child. I tried to protect myself in case something like all of this ever happened by lying myself and not being who I truly wanted to be. It didn't last long, within a few months I found myself thinking about little things he did and thinking of something cute he said to me or did referring to me as mac. I felt like I was a superhero.

Not being able to have children and not having much experience i was always deathly afraid to as much as hold a baby. I had always viewed myself as a broken misfit toy, no real grown self respecting women could ever desire to be with me for an extended period of time. I was someone maybe you would have a little fun with but never even tell your friends about let alone introduce to your parents. Of course I never thought a responsible mother would want me to be a part of raising a child, and even if she did odds are I would find a way for it to all to go terribly, things Kobra usually does.

So when all of these things occurred, and i was someone you could be proud to show off. Or watch your children, help raise them..I was on cloud nine. This was it, she is the one...I am going to get that white picket fence and family I've always secretly desired more than anything.

My life and overall outlook on life has always been unorthodox, but ultimately when I had dreams of what I wanted my future to be..it was living in a little 3 bedroom house with a white picket fence. Nothing too fancy but in a quite neighborhood. Having a loving household and above all finding this vague undefined blur that was my dream girl.

I never really had any types or ideal looks of who I desired, all I knew is I wanted it to be someone that was worthy of all the love I had to give, someone sarcastic enough to confuse me regularly with jokes. Someone who had the drive to become the best version themself, to become successful in life, someone that looked at me and it was like the world stopped and began to revolve around us.

There I was having found this person, who was almost a mythical figure..progressing in our lives together..ups and downs...a myriad of tiny microscopic moments...each being the best moment in my life...over and over. Each day with her is the best day of my life….over and over. I became spoiled almost, I had stockpiled a million glances of your beautiful eyes staring into my soul...small memories that seem like almost nothing in the moment. I became spoiled...i took those for granted. I just assumed we would live happily ever after no matter what. How could we not...time passes..stress builds...money is tight...spirits are low.

The millions of microscopic moments begin to be more spread out...I still don't notice. I'm still in a fog, a feeling of invincibility that I have acquired being with you also doubles as numbness and tunnel vision.

And here we are...would I rather things had went more like the storybook it began as...yes. I have no idea what the rest of our story entails, but one thing I know with all my heart...this isn't the way the story ends. And maybe one day our lives can become the wonderful picturesque illustration I had always dreamed about. I can only hope by reading this you begin to understand that we are meant to write the rest of the pages to this story together…..

To be continued

Love,
Kobra

(She reads reddit religiously so I'm hoping she sees this...I can only hope. I have always enjoyed writing but it has always been lyrics mostly. In no way do I feel I'm a competent writer I just enjoy putting my thoughts and feelings out for people to see. I hope you enjoy! PS kobra was an inside joke between us that I referred to myself in the third person haha)

title: [RO] Incomplete: A Modern Love Story by Kobra

question: Why is the narrator writing this

answer: The narrator likes to put his thoughts and feelings in writing. Though with this story he hopes that the love of his life reads it on Reddit and understands his feelings.


text:
DARWIN MOUNDS is a large field of undersea sand mounds situated off the north west coast of Scotland[1] that were first discovered in May 1998. They provide a unique habitat for ancient deep water coral reefs and were found using remote sensing techniques during surveys funded by the oil industry and steered by the joint industry and United Kingdom government group the Atlantic Frontier Environment Network (AFEN) (Masson and Jacobs 1998). The mounds were named after the research vessel, itself named for the eminent naturalist and evolutionary theorist Charles Darwin.

The mounds are about below the surface of the North Atlantic ocean, approximately north-west of Cape Wrath, the north-west tip of mainland Scotland.[2] There are hundreds of mounds in the field, which in total cover approximately . Individual mounds are typically circular, up to high and wide. Most of the mounds are also distinguished by the presence of an additional feature referred to as a 'tail'. The tails are of a variable extent and may merge with others, but are generally a teardrop shape and are orientated south-west of the mound. The mound-tail feature of the Darwin Mounds is apparently unique globally.[3]

Composition

The mounds are mostly sand, currently interpreted as “sand volcanoes”. These features are caused when fluidised sand “de-waters” and the fluid bubbles up through the sand, pushing the sediment up into a cone shape. Sand volcanoes are common in the Devonian fossil record in UK, and in seismically active areas of the planet. In this case, tectonic activity is unlikely; some form of slumping on the south-west side of the undersea (Wyville-Thomson) Ridge being a more likely cause. The tops of the mounds have living stands of Lophelia and blocky rubble (interpreted as coral debris). The mounds provide one of the largest known northerly cold-water habitats for coral species. The mounds are also unusual in that Lophelia pertusa, a cold water coral, appears to be growing on sand rather than a hard substratum. Prior to research on the mounds in 2000, it was thought that Lophelia required a hard substratum for attachment.

The deep-water coral systems on the mounds are especially fragile. Unlike shallow-water coral reefs, they are not adapted to cope with minor disturbances such as wave action. The mounds also support significant populations of the xenophyophore _Syringammina fragilissima_. This is a giant single-celled organism (a protozoan) that is widespread in deep waters, but occurs in particularly high densities on the mounds and the tails. Individual xenophyophores can grow to be larger than and are often very fragile. The corals themselves provide a habitat for a wide diversity of other marine life including sponges, worms, crustaceans and molluscs. Among these starfish, sea urchins and crabs. Various fish have been observed, including blue ling, roundnose grenadier, and the orange roughy.

Conservation efforts

On 23 October 2001, UK Minister Margaret Beckett made a commitment at WWF's Oceans Recovery Summit in Edinburgh to protect the Darwin Mounds. The summit launched the Edinburgh Declaration, targeting politicians and marine stakeholders alike to sign up to action to safeguard the seas. Deep water bottom trawling had been occurring in the area, with nets as heavy as one tonne dragged across the sea floor. Researcher Jason Hall-Spencer of the University of Glasgow had found pieces of coral at least 4,500 years old in the nets of trawlers operating off the coast of Ireland and Scotland. Pieces of coral up to were found in the nets of French trawling vessels that had been scraping the seabed down. It is known that much coral was destroyed by these nets and the mounds themselves in some areas were found to be scraped and flattened. The mounds are ancient structures, and this damage is permanent.

After the discovery of the mounds, three well-documented surveys of the area were undertaken, one in June 1998 (Bett 1999), August 1999 (Bett & Jacobs 2000,) and twice during summer 2000 (B. Bett, pers. comm.). Instruments deployed during the studies included side-scan sonar, stills and video cameras and piston corers. However, the entirety of what was lost to heavy-netted fishing trawlers remains unknown. On 22 March 2004 EU Fisheries Ministers in Brussels agreed to give permanent protection to the United Kingdom's unique cold-water coral reefs, recognising the Darwin Mounds as an important habitat. As of 2004 deep-water bottom trawling in the area has been made illegal.

[1] Scottish Government Press Release on EU Protection of the Darwin Mounds

[2] UK Deep Sea Image and Video Library

[3] Biogenic reefs - cold water corals

title: Darwin Mounds

question: What does the article say about what is Darwin Mounds?

answer: Darwin Mounds is a large field of undersea sand mounds situated off the northwest coast of Scotland. They provide a unique habitat for ancient deep water coral reefs. The mounds are about below the surface of the North Atlantic ocean.

question: What does the article say about the composition of Darwin Mounds?

answer: The mounds are mostly sand. The tops of the mounds have living stands of Lophelia and blocky rubble (interpreted as coral debris). The mounds provide one of the largest known northerly cold-water habitats for coral species.

question: What does the article say about the conversation efforts?

answer: In 2001, UK Minister Margaret Beckett made a commitment at WWF's Oceans Recovery Summit in Edinburgh to protect the Darwin Mounds. The summit launched the Edinburgh Declaration, targeting politicians and marine stakeholders alike to sign up for action to safeguard the seas. Deepwater bottom trawling had been occurring in the area, with nets as heavy as one tonne dragged across the seafloor. Much coral was destroyed by these nets. After the discovery of the mounds, three well-documented surveys of the area were undertaken. Instruments deployed during the studies included side-scan sonar, stills, and video cameras and piston corers. On 22 March 2004 EU Fisheries Ministers in Brussels agreed to give permanent protection to the United Kingdom's unique cold-water coral reefs. As of 2004, deep-water bottom trawling in the area has been made illegal.

question: What does the article say about swimming?