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It was the 17th of December when you made your decision. It was your twentieth birthday. I will remember the moment of despair that took you down the path you chose. The single instance of looking at that dead bird, helplessly, but ever so slightly, tumbling in the wind, beneath your feet. By then the fear of death consumed you and were left to be a marionette to your own hopelessness. You had always desired immortality but you had not desired it at this scale. However you shattered underneath the realization that your desire could not come into fruition. Or rather, not by anybody around you. Not by anybody else in the world.

Nevertheless, fret not. I’ve come to you with glad tidings. I shall grant you this one and only wish. I have mapped, for you, a procedure to obtain your gift but be warned: once begun your task you must undertake it alone, lest you die a most agonizing death.

You will begin your passage to immortality by travelling to the western African country of Togo. As soon as you leave the airport, signal a taxi. The taxi that arrives will already have a sleeping passenger in it but never mind it. Enter the taxi and, when asked by the driver as to where you are going, say “Adeema Gariyah.” Pay no mind about its meaning; the driver will know.

At arrival the driver will charge you an American cent. At this point you will have nothing with you. Examining the sleeping passenger next to you, you will find exactly what the driver asks for. Take the coin and give it to the driver. After leaving the vehicle you will find an abandoned village. Once you have entered the village take a left and continue walking until you see a red arrow. Walk in the direction of the arrow and you will soon come across a small hut.

Pass into the hut and walk five steps forward. You will find yourself in the middle of a series of parallel candles in a cross formation. At the center of the cross you will find a woman of indescribable beauty and, unable to control yourself, you will be intimate with her. Only seconds after you have finished she will give birth to a child. A stillborn child. And the woman herself will die giving birth to this dead child.

Do not mourn for the woman and child, and leave the hut. You will notice a red arrow at your feet guiding you to another hut towards the end of the village. Inside this hut you will find a large table holding a variety of food. You will seat yourself at the very ends of the table and immerse yourself into all the food you can see. Once you have finished, exit the hut.

Like before, you will happen upon another arrow as soon as you exit. Following this arrow will lead you to, yet, another hut. As soon as you enter this hut you will notice a small child stare at you. Fear him not as he will not harm you. Your attention will then be given to an extremely valuable orb, perched onto a small pedestal in the center of the room. This orb is needed in your journey to immortality so you will remove it from its pedestal and leave the hut.

Being guided by the next arrow, you will soon find yourself standing in front of the largest hut in the village. No doubt, in it contains your final task in your journey. Entering the hut, you will find a statue of a deity—no doubt it is Papa Legba. Resting on his face, however, is a mask with nine-horns. You will remove this mask from the statues face and place it on yours, closing your eyes while doing so. You must continue closing your eyes. You will fall to your knees and stay in this formation for one hour and fifty-nine minutes. You will then remove the mask and open your eyes.

As soon as your eyes open you will find, towering next to you, a being composed of blackened fire. Do not fear this being, but do not look into its eyes as its eyes will turn you into ash. The being will stretch its arm towards you. In his outstretched hand you will place the orb, after which he will crush it. The pieces of the orb will fall to the floor and the being will point towards the sharpest piece. You will grab that sharp piece and stab yourself in the heart with it. You will slowly, but painfully and surely, feel your life fade away.

You will leave your mortal body and enter an immortal one I have made for you.

You will regain consciousness in an exact, yet immortal, replica of your original body with the being of blackened fire absent from your presence. You must stand up, exit the hut and wonder the Earth with your newly acquired immortal form.

Have you truly ever wondered about the Wonders of Immortality? What will it do for you? Your fear of death has, no doubt, caused you to abandon all reason. You have, indeed, forgotten the mortality of your space and time. And the plague that comes with this mortality. Let me guide you through another journey. The journey of your immortal life.

It will be two years after your abandonment of mortality. You will be married to a beautiful and intelligent woman. You will bear two children with her, in the house of your dreams. The years of hard work in your education has been rewarded with a high-ranking position. And you will be happy.

In the next ten years your wife will become ill and your children will have associated themselves with horrible men, ruining their chances of a good education. Three years later, your daughter will carry the child of a man she had only met once. Your anger at this situation will cause you to accidentally wound the child mortally.

Disgusted by your actions your wife and kids will leave you, never to return. For this act you will be imprisoned for fifteen years during which you will be beaten three-hundred and seventy two times, denied food one hundred and sixty one times, raped ninety-seven times and placed in solitary confinement twenty-one times. But don’t worry; you’re immortal. You won’t die.

After your leave from prison you will return back to your home, only to find that it has been set ablaze by your ex-wife’s father. You will have no place to go – all your friends have abandoned you years ago – and have very little money as it went to your wife as a divorce settlement and a murder fine. Your subsequent homelessness will last five years in which you will find a job at a small retail store, making minimum wage, and develop a disease which will blind you in your left eye.

Shortly after making enough money to rent an apartment unit you will be diagnosed with ocular cancer, stealing your ability to see. Left helpless to the guidance of a stick you will be, within the span of five years, involved in nine vehicular accidents. Varying in terms of intensity, however, you will certainly be the victim. The damage inflicted on both your legs will necessitate amputation, devolving you from using a stick to using a wheelchair. But don’t worry; you’re immortal. You will never die.

It will be seventeen years after the amputation of your legs and you will not be able to count the amount of times you have witnessed the rise of a new president. You will know that the current president is the worst of all his predecessors. His amendments to the law will expel you back into homelessness, and will give you next to nothing, in terms of money. You will witness the plummeting of the economy and the spread of a new disease. You will see people die from this disease – an utterly disgusting death. Everywhere you go, people begin to suffer and wither like a corpse from the days of the pharaohs. You will fair no worse. In fact, you will suffer from much worse. This condition, with the addition of your ocular cancer, will cause you to suffer from deafness, paralysis of the left arm, profuse bleeding from the nose, loss of your teeth, violent seizures, damaged vocals and the dissolution of your left kidney. But don’t worry; you’re immortal. Death will never meet you.

Thirty years later, the economy will regain vigor due to advancements in medical technology. With this technology you will gain the use of robotic prosthetic legs, and will regain the use of your arms and vocal cords. Your kidney will begin to be created anew but your eyes shall be forever disabled. You, as the current holder of the title ‘oldest man alive’, with nothing left in your life, will leave the city to live on the outskirts and become a farmer. By then you would have developed the ability to see without the need for your eyes. Overall, everything is well for you. And do not worry; you’re immortal. Your life will never end.

After twenty years of peaceful labor, you will receive a message from the government, informing you that a third World War is about to begin and will urge you to leave to a safe zone. You will disregard this message and continue your efforts, holding on to the idea of a constant and eternal life. But you do not know as I know. This war is nothing but chaos, the enemy of consistency and peace.

Within the following two years you would have witnessed the complete demolition of several cities by opposing countries and the firing of explosives to other countries. You will have endured the destructive sounds and the horrible stench of war. Earth and fire will have fought to the death of the people while water and air suffocated and died. The very existence of humanity will plunge to the depth of near-oblivion, only to be kept alive by you, the sole-survivor of the human race.

The war has ended and you shall journey back to the city – or what is left of it. With your ‘sight’ you will observe the ruins of the civilization that you had grown up in. It will be but an empty husk of the genius of architects and the labor of common workers. Large pools of blood will fill every road dip and the flesh and bone of children will be, helplessly, but ever so slightly, tumbling in the wind, beneath your feet. It is with this sight that the absence of your fear of death will reveal itself. Times will truly change, won’t they?

It will be another six months after exploring what remains of the city when you discover an underground bunker, designed to store innocent civilians from the fires of the war. It will be to your dismay that you find no one there, other than yourself. You will become extremely tired and weary of your travels and you will collapse, unconscious. But do not worry; you’re immortal. You will never fade.

Once you have awoken you will close the door behind you and sit on the lone chair. And on that chair you will spend seven years thinking about your life so far and the thoughts of your decisions in your life will haunt you for the rest of your days. Sifting through the flood of gruesome imagery and painful sights within your memories you will, at last, come across the cause of your prolonged suffering; your desire for eternal life. At this thought you will shed a tear composed of both water and blood. Another tear will follow and, soon after, your face will be covered in tears. You will beg for your life to change so that you hadn’t stabbed yourself that night. So that you hadn’t stolen the orb from the child or the food from the table. So that you hadn’t impregnated the woman and delivered to her a dead child. So that you hadn’t stolen the penny from the sleeping man. So that you hadn’t desired to live forever. You will slump into an abyss of despair, with every remembrance of your eternal life doubling the level of your hopelessness. You will become a marionette to your own sadness, desperately attempting to end your suffering. But each foolish attempt will result in more pain. And by the time you had come to terms with the futility of your efforts you will be in more pain than a combination of twelve women giving birth. And you will scream and cry, all the while clawing at your own face and biting your thumb as it scratches by. And you will come to know that the Wonders of Immortality are all but one thing: pain. And you will remain in this state for seventeen months when, suddenly, the pain will vanish like it had been nothing and everything will fade to black.

It will be another decade until you wake up and, upon doing so, you will stand up and sit back on the lone chair. There will be no pain and no physical disabilities. Your teeth and hair will have grown back and you will have no knowledge of the pain you had just felt. You will be the last man on Earth, sitting alone in the room when, seconds later, you hear a knock on the door. Cautiously you will make slow steps towards the door, taking a deep breathe with every step. At last, you will make it to the door and open it.

“Nothing” will be your initial thought until you look down. The nine-horned mask you had worn on the night of your lingering mistake will wait for you. Seeing this as an opportunity to undo the mistake you had made over a century ago, you will do as you had done; wear the mask and fall on your knees, closing your eyes while doing so. After one hour and fifty-nine minutes had passed you will take of the mask and find the figure of blackened fire standing above you.

He will ask you what you desire and you will respond by wishing to be free from immortality. At the hearing of this request the being will grab you by the neck and raise you several feet above the ground. He will then explain to you that the suffering you had gone through was a test and that his name is Aswad-ul Hariq. He will tell you that you had passed the test and that it is time for you to leave the Earth. Gently, he will place his hand on your chest and remove your soul from the body, ending your cursed life.

title: [FN] Wonders of Immortality

question: Summarize the protagonist's path to immortality.

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The protagonist is first told to head to the West African country of Togo where a taxi will be waiting. The driver will charge him one cent, an amount which he would find on a sleeping passenger in the taxi.

The protagonist is urged to follow a red arrow to a small hut where he must have sex with a beautiful woman who will give birth to a stillborn. From there the protagonist is instructed to continue to follow the red arrow to another hut where he will find an orb. He is to pick the orb and go to another hut where there is a statue of a deity (Baba Legba) waiting for him. He must pick the mask and put it on while closing his eyes and kneeling for an hour. A powerful being will appear after an hour and crush the orb. The protagonist is then instructed to take the sharpest shard of the broken orb and stab his own heart. He is told that he will die and wake up almost immediately as an immortal.

question: Summarize the main predicted events in the life of the immortal protagonist.

answer: After immortality, the protagonist will marry a beautiful woman and have two children who will marry horrible men. One of his daughters will bear the child of a man who she's only met once. The protagonist will become angry and accidentally kill the child. This will land him in prison and his wife will divorce him. After 15 years in prison, he will lose his eyesight, his home, and both of his legs. He will witness World War III and become one of the only survivors in a major city.


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I turned my palms so that they were face down. I was wrapped from the waist down in the white sheets of a bed. I felt like a twig. I looked at the smiling doc. My vision was surprisingly clear. Beyond the doc, the room boasted blue curtains, white walls and bright lights - as one should expect, I assume at least, from a hospital room.

The doc sported black hair, two lovely pearly earrings and a pair of eyes. I smiled back. I was definitely on something. I can’t tell what, but my mouth crinkles seemed to buzz as muscles contracted. It was a weird feeling. My mind wondered easily. Almost as easily as my eyes. I remember looking at the wall clock and following the ticking motion of the hands. At the time, they had a nice movement to them. I likened that motion to the sway of smoke or the flapping of a flame.

I was told by the lovely doc to embrace my new heart in a language comprised of factoids and the occasional medical vignette.

“It’s a technologically sound device and very new indeed”.

“135 beats per minute and far more efficient than the real thing. Breath taking, really”.

After the doc’s description about how terrific my new heart is, I had a little coughing fit. I can only put the cough down to the dustiness of the room’s air. The odd thing was that my heart rate stayed exactly the same. Now, not having experienced this before, I must say it is a feeling of peculiarity. It was at this moment that I realised my case was quite luxurious. I would never have to worry again about becoming light headed from lying down too long and nor would I have to worry about attending anymore of Minnie’s god awful Pilates classes. A minor miracle.

I remember having a little lapse form my bliss. How would Minnie respond? And the kids? Joseph had only just managed to graduate and, well, Kayla’s kids now have to deal with an even less capable Gramps. Fantastic. Thinking about all this was all fine and dandy, but I soon realised that the most pressing issue was to work out how I was going to navigate Minnie’s “I told you so” moment.

“Listen to me, you’re too old for this”.

“40 years. It’s going to kill you”.

Minnie’s concerns are always the same. I never take them to heart. I know she means well. But, my god, that woman can complain and she now had a fair point. I looked back at the doctor still mumbling away. I concluded apologising was the best bet. I needed to play the victim card to my advantage. Minnie isn’t that heartless. She’s come around.

I tuned back to the doc. I was told that there are two battery packs built into my chest. All externally rechargeable, of course. When one pack dies out, the second pack kicks in and it becomes paramount that the previous one is recharged. If I fail this procedure, I die; with both battery packs empty there is simply nothing to power the circulation of my blood, to transport my oxygen and to keep me alive.

The doctor smiled again. I must say, by now, I remember beginning to feel a little restless. I was starting to come around. My eyes darted down towards the doctor’s blouse, to the chest pocket of her white coat and then to the little white pen that popped out.

It was then that I realised I now had no heart and all I really wanted was a cigarette.

title: Heart.

question: What is the setting of the story?

answer: The setting is a hospital room.

question: What procedure must the narrator complete to save themselves from dying?

answer: The narrator has two battery packs built into their chest that are externally rechargeable. When one battery dies, the other one begins to function, and the narrator must charge the dead one. If both batteries die, then the narrator will die too.


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Pros

-    Immersive feel
-    Strong handling
-    Great weather effects
-    Fantastic sense of speed

Cons

-    Lack of game modes
-    Aggressive AI

Key Specifications

-   Review Price: £39.99

AVAILABLE ON XBOX ONE, PS4, PC
Is F1 2015 the latest sign of a real racing renaissance? We’d like to think so. With DIRT Rally, GRID Autosports and now this, the Codemasters Racing team seem to have turned their back on the dark days of extreme sports celebrities and novelty game modes to focus all their attention on the thrills, spills and skills of driving really fast around a track. Nor is Codemasters alone. Both Project Cars and Assetto Corsa have shared a similar, racing-focused vibe, and picked up fans who felt disenfranchised by the drifts, stunts and firework finishes of the last-generation racers.

In F1 2015 this movement makes itself felt in a stripped-back structure that has no time for clever historical re-enactments, arcade game modes or snack-sized challenge modes. Instead, it’s all about straight recreations of the 2014 and 2015 Championships, with the only alternatives a quick race mode, online multiplayer and a fiendishly addictive time trial mode.
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What’s more, those championships reflect the reality of F1 racing. The most hardcore Pro Championship mode does each race weekend pretty much in full, complete with lengthy practice and qualifying sessions. Even the amateur level of the basic Championship mode expects you to go through a 15 minute practice, a single-lap qualifier and a 14 to 16-lap race, taking roughly one quarter of the time of the real deal. While accessible, enjoying F1 2015 takes a level of commitment.

If you’re used to more arcade-style console racers, this might come as a shock. A race weekend represents a good half hour or more of effort, while the race itself takes a certain level of focus and concentration. Yet the sheer length of the races almost forces you to think about strategy, tyre wear, fuel and the other drivers, which means you’re thinking more like an F1 racing driver. In fact, F1 2015 is one of the most immersive F1 racers we’ve ever played.
SEE ALSO: PS4 VS XBOX ONE
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Some of this comes down to stuff that’s going on off the track. With no lengthy cut-scenes, create your own driver career modes or other distracting guff, you’re put squarely in the suit and helmet of a real-life F1 driver. And the game does its best to keep you there – even when you’re approving race strategies or tyre selections from a virtual tablet. There are miniature linking cut-scenes to celebrate success or indicate failure, but these are short and to the point, and helped by authentic suits, insignia, car decals and sponsor logos which make them feel like snapshots of pit-lane life.

Best of all, F1 2015 has a fantastic engineer commentary, with your sidekick in the puts giving you genuinely relevant info on the track, what’s happening on it, and what you might what to think about during the next part of the race. He’ll pick up titbits about how your rival contenders are doing, and he’ll even go to the extent of calling team-mates by their first name.
SEE ALSO: XBOX ONE VS XBOX 360
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Yet there’s equally immersive stuff on the track. The default cockpit view is excellent and puts you right at the heart of the action, with settings and tyre changes for your next pit-stop accessible at a tap of the D-pad. The game’s weather effects don’t just look great; you can feel the effects on grip and traction. Everyone drives a little slower and more cautiously, and becomes more prone to making errors. You learn to think more about when and how you brake, and how you speed out of the corner.

The sound of the cars is fabulous, too, with powerful, gritty engine noises as the cars accelerate, and equally immersive effects for braking and gear changes. Plus, who can resist the roar of the crowd as you speed past a grandstand.
SEE ALSO: PS4 VS PS3
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Yet all this plays second fiddle to the handling. It has the precision you’d expect from an F1 game, but also one of the best feels we’ve come across in an open wheel racer – not as wild or unforgiving as some, but happy to work you hard on each and every corner. Here it’s not just about braking, steering in then speeding out of the corner, but about the way you balance the brake, accelerator and the wheel to maintain grip and shave every second from your lap time.

Even playing on a standard Xbox One controller it’s a really rewarding and satisfying drive, and while there aren’t huge, fundamental differences between the cars and teams while racing – some of the performance deltas have been smoothed over to make the action a little less predictable – moving from Pastor Maldonado in the Lotus to Sebastian Vettel in the Ferrari has a genuine effect on how you drive, not to mention your chances of winning.

It doesn’t need to be difficult. While there are default difficulty settings, you can dial the AI up and down and switch assists in and out, with a particularly likable variation of the on-track guide which only shows up on the corners. What’s more, the game is realistic about your goals for the championship. If you race as Maldonado, it doesn’t expect you to win, only come in the top 7. Playing as Vettel? A top 4 position becomes your primary target.
SEE ALSO: BEST PS4 GAMES 2015
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Graphics aren’t the game’s biggest strength. It does well on the modelling and lighting of the cars and on incidental track-side detail, but it’s no match for Project Cars or Forza Motorsports 5, and there’s something oddly fuzzy about the presentation – a least on the Xbox One version. We suspect the team focused on a smooth 60fps frame rate and the sense of speed, which is amazing, and we’d take that over extraneous eye-candy any day. This is still the best-looking F1 yet, even if it’s not the best-looking racer by any means.

That’s not necessarily a problem. What might be is the AI. Set to Easy it’s rather bland. Qualify in the top four and you’ll race ahead of the rest of the pack on the first lap and only need to worry about the opposition after pit-stops. Set it to Medium or above, though, and it’s surprisingly savage, rear-ending you, clipping you on corners and generally sending you spinning off the track. A day one patch appears to fix the worst offences, but not all of them, and there’s nothing more annoying than delivering a perfect performance through, say, the first ten laps, only to get whacked by Valtteri Bottas in the eleventh and sent spinning off the track. What’s more, the game has a nasty habit of penalising you for collisions even when you’re not to blame.
SEE ALSO: BEST XBOX ONE GAMES 2015
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This might be a disaster, but F1’s saviour is its flashback feature – still one of the smartest ideas Codemasters ever put into a racing game. While disabled in the Pro Championship mode, it allows you to rewind time and kick back in before the accident occurred, sometimes losing you a little speed and a second of lap time, but saving you from having to repeat the last fifteen minutes of racing.

And what price you do pay is a small one for an F1 racer as exciting and fiercely addictive as this one. Even once you’ve worked your way through both championships – and we suspect you’ll want to do so more than once – you’ll find yourself putting hours into the time trials, working your way up the online leaderboard. It’s a slightly Spartan feature, with none of the social bits we’ve come to expect from next-gen racers, but weirdly compulsive all the same.
SEE ALSO: BEST GAMES 2015
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In case you’re wondering about Multiplayer, the feature was locked off on our console at the time of writing, but we’ll update this review as soon as we’ve had a chance to spend a decent amount of time online.

Some will look at F1 2015 and attack the paucity of content, but we’d rather see a game that got the core right than one that spread itself too thin and blew the fundamentals. Perhaps next year we could have the extra modes and options back, but if so this year’s model is a great chassis to bolt them onto.

VERDICT
Short on modes, but big on racing, F1 2015 gives fans their most immersive F1 game to date. It could be stronger visually and the AI needs some work, but the first F1 to hit the next-gen consoles delivers both a thrilling drive and a strong core for future F1 games.

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question: What does the review say about the reasons pro F1 2015?

answer: F1 2015 is one of the most immersive F1 racers we’ve ever played. F1 2015 has a fantastic engineer commentary, with your sidekick in the puts giving you genuinely relevant info on the track. The default cockpit view is excellent, and the weather effects don’t just look great; you can feel the effects on grip and traction. The sound of the cars is fabulous, with powerful, gritty engine noises.  The handling has the precision you’d expect from an F1 game, but also one of the best feels we’ve come across in an open-wheel racer. It gives you a fantastic sense of speed.

question: What does the article say about the reasons con F1 2015?

answer: There is a lack of game modes. Perhaps next year we could have the extra modes and options back. It could be stronger visually and the AI needs some work as it is aggressive.

question: What does the review say about a PC you should use for F1 2015?


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Reviewed in the United States on December 9, 2018

Size: 4 Ounce__Verified Purchase

 This 4 Oz container is just what you need after bariatric surgery. I used mine for the liquid diet stage, soft foods stage, and now the final “regular” diet stage. Helps control portion sizes when you can’t eyeball it. Since I eat 6 x 4 Oz everyday, these containers make meal prepping quick and painless. You get 50 containers and lids in this purchase - plenty to use and share with the family. And if a few accidentally get lost or thrown away, you still have enough. I cannot attet to how they hold upon the dishwasher, but microwave very well (take the lid off) and don’t melt.

Reviewed in the United States on October 11, 2018

Size: 4 Ounce__Verified Purchase

 Ordered this product in two different sizes. Planned to use for lunch prep (apple sauce, peaches, pudding, etc). Unpacked into cupboard and all seemed well until I went to use. At least 10 of the 50 were cracked across bottom, which feels like an unacceptable percentage of containers that did not survive shipping. I had already thrown out boxes and packaging, so will not be able to return. I am happy, so far, with the ones we have been able to use. The lids fit well, and seem to be holding up well in both dishwasher and freezer.

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Reviewed in the United States on May 1, 2019

Size: 4 Ounce__Verified Purchase

 These little 4 oz cups are perfect for life after bariatric surgery. It is so annoying to have to carry around a big container when all you eat is 2-4 oz. I love these. I use them for all my meal prep. It is just so easy to grab a couple of these and head out for the day.
I haven't put these to the true test when it comes to leaks, but since there is no seal, I don't suggest you test it either.
They take on stains pretty easy, but that doesn't bother me.

Reviewed in the United States on July 5, 2019

Size: 4 Ounce__Verified Purchase

 I bought these so I could pre-package treats for my son's school lunches so that he could easily pack his lunch himself. They are a great size but some of them came with cracked bottoms and others developed cracks over time. I expected as much with the low price. Fortunately, the quantity you get offsets the number you lose from the cracks.

Reviewed in the United States on March 29, 2019

Size: 4 Ounce__Verified Purchase

 Ordered these to put in my kindergarteners lunch box. They’re perfect size for some of his items. Easy to clean, easy to open as well (important for him to be able to do this at school). I put these on top shelf of dishwasher in normal setting. I don’t know how leak proof it is; if I put anything in it that has potential to leak I’ve always put a film of Glad Press’nSeal on it then the lid and then put it all in a ziplock. Overkill I know but I’d rather that than a soggy lunch. Use these and the 8oz size everyday!

Reviewed in the United States on November 16, 2020

Size: 4 Ounce__Verified Purchase

 They are just larger than the diameter of ritz crackers, which is perfect b/c I make ritz cracker sandwiches with sunbutter or spreadable cheese and they fit 4 crackers perfectly. Snack size for fruit, veggies, also, I buy the large tubs of yogurt and divide it out into these, cheaper buying the tub of yogurt and less waste. They fit in my dishwasher perfectly. I bought 50 ct which works great for 2 toddlers, add a third and you may want more, also if you need to wash by hand it is super easy with the sponge on a stick, pictured. I love these better than the reusable ziplocks. They stack nicely in the fridge and bins, they stack nicely in lunch boxs, they dont get squashed leading to broken/smashed snacks when you are out and about. Had them for a year now and have yet to have a lid come off, which was my biggest concern, bit thus far have been great!

Reviewed in the United States on December 20, 2019

Size: 4 Ounce__Verified Purchase

 The lids are very secure and both container and lid are made of high quality plastic that does not break. I handwash so cannot speak to dishwasher. I originally bought to help me with portion control for weight loss but find myself using them for so many other things. They are perfect for a little snack for my grandkids. I have frozen some leftovers in them and they survived freezer fine (I did wait for them to thaw a little before trying to remove lid).

Reviewed in the United States on January 2, 2020

Size: 4 Ounce__Verified Purchase

 I used these to portion sauces I made for gift baskets to our neighbors. They seemed sturdy and didn’t leak when I added them to the baskets. I will purchase again when I use up this supply.

question: What different things do people use these four ounce containers for?

answer: Two reviewers use them for making school lunches for their children. A few reviewers use them for meal prepping. Two reviewers use them for recovering from bariatric surgery. One reviewer used them to make gift baskets for their neighbors.


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HELENA JIRANOVÁ (born 5 March 1995) is a Czech runner and sprinter who participates in the 400 metres, 110 metres hurdles and 60 metres hurdles.[1][2]

Jiranová entered internation athletics in 2011 competing in the 2011 European Youth Summer Olympic Festival in Trabzon, Turkey. At the 2013 European Athletics Junior Championships she finished eighth in the 4 × 400 metres relay. In 2015 she reached the semi-finals at the 2015 European Athletics Junior Championships finishing seventh.[3] During the 2017 European Athletics U23 Championships Jiranová finished finished eighth in the 400 metres dash and sixth in the 100 metres hurdles. In 2019 at the 2019 European Games she twelfth in the field of hurdlers and later in 2019 at the 2019 Summer Universiade she retired in the lead of the 110 metres hurdles after a stumble and ended up placing sixth.[4][5]

Jiranová is a Czech champion in the 400 metres in 2014 and 2019, the 4 × 400 metres relay in 2019, and the 60 metres hurdles in 2019.[6]

Personal bests

-   _400 METRES_: 53.77 sec. on May 26, 2017 in Prague[7]
-   _100 METRES HURDLES_: 13.37 sec. on July 25, 2017 in Tábor[8]
-   _60 METRES HURDLES_: 8.31 sec on 16 February 2019 in Ostrava[9]

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title: Helena Jiranová

question: How old was Helena Jiranová when she first competed in an international tournament?

answer: In 2011, she was 16 years old.

question: How old was Jiranová when she first won a tournament?

answer: She won the 400 meters in 2014 in a Czech tournament. She was 19 years old at the time.

question: How fast is Jiranová?

answer: She can run 400 meters in 54 seconds.

question: Why did Jiranová retire a race despite leading?

answer: She stumbled during the race.

question: Write a ~5 sentence summary.

answer: Helena Jiranová (born 5 March 1995) is a Czech runner and sprinter who participates in the 400 meters, 110 meters hurdles, and 60 meters hurdles. She entered her first international tournament when she was sixteen, competing in the 2011 European Youth Summer Olympic Festival in Trabzon, Turkey. She reached the semi-finals at the 2015 European Athletics Junior Championships. She was leading in the 110 meters hurdles at the 2019 Summer Universiade when she had to retire because of a stumble. She won three different national championships, one of each category she competes in.


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"SQUIRE! Fetch me my horse! I’m going out hunting!"

"Yes sire!"

Lousy, ungrateful, stupid bastard. Squire? Fucking squire? Jesus man you know my name, I’m Perry, like I tell you every fucking day. And don’t even get me started on the hunting. Hunting? Why don’t you just describe it accurately and call it seating your fat ass on the back of that poor sop of a horse and forcing it to canter round your shitty little forest, while you giggle with glee at the delightful experience of bouncing up and down. And all the while you’re accompanied by a large band of trumpeters, making absolutely sure every single animal with a brain has enough time to hear this ludicrous ensemble of idiocy, pack up its family, maybe have a small bite to eat and move the fuck away. Quite frankly, anything stupid enough to be caught by this moronic party had it coming. If the hunting party didn’t get them, an angry 6 year old with a small stick would’ve done the next morning.

But I’ve side-tracked. The more important debate here is how the fuck this man managed to become a knight. I’d call him stupid but that would be an insult to uneducated peons everywhere. He is his own class of stupid, so far down the IQ scale he may have broken into previously unexplored realms of negative IQ. Oh, you think I’m being mean? Maybe a bit overdramatic? Oh no no no. Let me explain. This is the man who, when getting out of a double bed, rolled over the wrong way to the other side of the bed and, rather than realise his mistake and either rolling the other way to escape the bed, or continuing his roll to reach the other side, shouted desperately for help, for he had lost the floor and was surely doomed. This is the man who picked up a sword from the wrong end and failed to understand his mistake. This is the man who put a helmet on his foot and complained when he couldn’t walk properly. Please understand, my master is genuinely something else. I’ve yet to theorise how he became a knight. Oh yes, his father was a knight and that grants him an easy ride to the role, but I am amazed that, after discovering that his son had the intelligence of a melon, his dear father hadn’t pushed him to follow an alternative career path, something more appropriate to his level like, ooh I don’t know, an early grave.

Too far? Perhaps. But you don’t have to serve under this infantile baboon. Every waking moment of my day is spent entertaining his every want and need, and oh boy does he have a lot of needs. Sometimes – and I wish I was joking – he struggles with wiping his own ass. Guess who gets that fantastic job? That’s right, Squire Perry, his faithful fucking assistant. Other highlights include: serving him his food; helping him eat his food; cleaning his food when he spills it on the floor, like the clumsy halfwit he is; cleaning his bed; cleaning his clothes; organising his equipment. Oh, and how could I forget, fetching his fucking horse when he wants to go on a fucking hunting expedition.

I should go, he might cry if he doesn’t get his bloody horse soon. Ooh, that is a tempting prospect... but no. It wouldn’t be obeying my fucking duty. I swear to fucking god. Pray for me, would you?

title: Perry [HF]

question: Describe a backstory for Squire Perry in 3-5 sentences based on character and context clues.

answer: The squire might be someone who has been forced to entertain the prince or king his entire life. He likely has little to no say in his daily activities, so it's unlikely he was born into nobility. This is probably around the 13th-14th centuries in what is now known as the United Kingdom, based on the language choices. The squire has to deal with the knight by proxy his relationship to the more noble members. He is very witty and probably has read a lot in lieu of traveling, unless he traveled with the king's family.


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Jeffery was sitting in his statistics class nodding away as the information was simply passing by him. He could hardly wait to get out of class. Mondays, and Fridays were fine because there was a small chance of him seeing her. However, on Wednesdays she was always on time. He could see it now walking out from his this room strolling down Taylor Mall. Casually looking over to his right, and there she would be in a sunflower dress with dark hair writing in her journal. He could feel it now the sun beating down on him, and the wind tickling his skin. Jeffery would spend hours every day imagining how he would ask her to a date.  Perhaps Coffee, no she wouldn’t like coffee it’s obvious she likes tea. The courage he needed wasn’t there; he couldn’t talk to girls especially beautiful ones like her. The clock was ticking away, and the professor closed his book with a loud thud. Everyone got up, and started to leave. Jeffery was so deep into though that he didn’t hear class was over so early. Looking at the clock he knew he had time to stroll around in the building. She wouldn’t be there until 12:30.
Jeffery walked out and down the hall to his right. Ahead of him was the journalist building. He thought why not pop on by, and see what they were up to. He fixed his tie, and walked in. The building was much more impressive than the criminal justice one. Newly remolded it held three floors, and a news station on top. All of the students were moving around through the building all dressed nice, and talking about current events. College always had the optimistic feel to it especially on Wednesdays. Jeffery looked around the room. I may as well take a seat, I still have ten minutes. He sat there and opened up his favorite book, and started to read. Behind him he could hear the television blaring news programs. Another new part of the build was a massive projector showing news around the clock. Give me a good book any day.
He wasn’t a page in when he heard “Some of the most difficult of challenges is taking the first step.”
Jeffery turned kept listening. “We have to fight for what we want, and never take no for answer. Today may be the last day we have on earth.” Jeffery was feeling something moving inside of him, a strange inspiration. “So with this last day we will love like there is no tomorrow, fight like there is no tomorrow, and live like there is no tomorrow.” YES, Jeffery thought yes that’s right I have to tell her. He turns around to see where this new motivation comes from. On the scene is black and the words come up “Ford.” Why do car commercials always have the best inspiration? His watch started to beep he looked down 12:25. This was it he was about to see her. He got up, but the inspiration he felt still lingered with him. His breathing picked up, and he started to walk at a brisk pace. This was something different this was something new. He was going to ask her to a date today. He was actually going to talk to her. He started moving faster and faster almost running to the door. He quickly opens it. I’m going to do it I can do it. He rounds the corner to Taylor mall and stops to look for her. In his excitement he began to frantically search. She wasn’t on the grass like she normally was, or on any of the benches. He felt the need to keep looking. It was Wednesday she had to be here. There was no mistake she wasn’t here. He went over to where she normally sat a small group of people were there talking.
“Excuse me, have you seen a pretty girl with long dark hair in a Sun Flower dress?”
They looked at each other and shrugged their shoulders. One of the other girls sitting there spoke up to Jeffery, “What’s her name?”
His face went white. In all of the time that he had been dreaming about her he never knew her name. He began to run down Taylor mall in embarrassment. He reached the edge of the street. Defeated, and broken he would get on the train back to his small dorm. Today college, and Wednesday lost their hopeful optimism.  Jeffery reached back to get his train card, and realized that his wallet was missing. Perfect as if today couldn’t get any worse. He started to head back to the journalist building where he thought he lost it. We walked in, and climbed up the stairs. He got to his couch, and saw no wallet. His heart sank again. He lost his wallet, lost hope of asking the most beautiful girl out on a date, and embarrassed himself doing it. He turned to walk home when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He turned to see the prettiest girl with long dark hair in a sunflower dress standing there. He felt his heart jump for joy, and he said “Hello”
“Your Jeffery Snipe right? I have your Wallet.”
He reached out and grabbed it brushing her hand he felt his heart melt some. “T-thank you, I’m Jeffery”
She smiled warmly “Jeff… I am Summer.” She paused for a moment looking at him warmly,  “can I tell you something Jeff?”
Jeff still bewildered nodded. Summer looked away then back at him “It might sound creepy but every Wednesday at 12:30 I wait for you to come out of class so I can see your smiling face, but I have never had the courage to ask you to a date.”

title: [RO] Summer

question: Summarize the overall tone of this piece of writing.

answer: The tone is one of anxiety and duress- it seems Jeff, the main character, is fixated on getting a date. He wants to ask out a certain girl he sees in the halls at school but he never works up the courage to enact his plans. At one point he has worked up the courage-or, rather, the universe has convened and shown him "signs" that he must ask her-but his courage is tamped out when he realizes he doesn't even know her name.

question: Summarize how the tension is resolved.

answer: There is tension because Jeff wants to ask out a girl he sees regularly but hasn't been able to work up the chutzpah. He finally encounters her, though, while wandering around, looking for his wallet. It turns out the girl he was seeking has it and has been looking for him.

question: Summarize the plot twist.

answer: This entire time, Jeff has been dwelling on asking this girl out. He even gathered the courage only to be essentially shown the door by a nonchalant girl who asks what the girl's name is. When Jeff and the girl's worlds finally do collide, it's due to his missing wallet-and her having found it. However, before he can make his move, she gives him her name, and says that in fact she has been wanting to ask him out every time she sees his face, but she actually has not had the courage.

question: Summarize why Jeff became fixated on this one girl he doesn't know as opposed to harboring a crush on other women in his life he does know.


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It’s not often that the reviews of a product on Amazon go viral. But that’s what happened with Haribo’s sugar-free gummy bears when people started calling them “Satan’s Hate Bears.”

Customers don’t object to the taste. “For taste I would rate these a 5,” one reviewer wrote. “I was a happy camper.”

No. The problem with the sugarless gummy bears is their unfortunate side effect of gastrointestinal distress. Or, to put it less delicately: extreme, debilitating diarrhea.

One reviewer compared the flatulence he experienced to “trumpets calling the demons back to Hell.” Another said digesting the gummy bears felt like a “violent hurricane… in my lower intestine.” A third suggested that the diarrhea-inducing gummy bears made an “ideal gift for your Congressional Representatives.” The product page has nearly 1,000 reviews like this.

The offending ingredient in the Haribo gummy bears is lycasin, a sugar replacement meant to make sugarless gummy bears taste just as good as the original. It succeeds at this, but since lycasin can’t be fully digested, its effect on the digestive system is like eating years-old takeout.

To today’s Whole Foods sensibilities, it seems appropriate that Haribo’s attempt to give consumers a mass produced, sugary snack without any downside would fall flat. Eating healthy means washing dirt off produce, not tweaking the ingredients of candy in a lab.

Thirty years ago, however, the food industry thought products like Haribo’s gummy bears were the future. While sugar is now the villain of the health industry, Americans then perceived fat as the main offender. So when the huge consumer goods company Procter & Gamble (P&G)—whose empire included brands like Pringles and Jif—developed olestra, a fat substitute that added no calories to food, its scientists and executives thought they had a blockbuster.

In the 1990s, P&G and other food companies released Tostitos Light, Wow! potato chips, and sugarless candies that used olestra, lycasin, and similar ingredients. They promised diet-crazed Americans that they could binge on packaged cookies, chips, and crackers without sacrificing taste.

Consumers of the new olestra-laden snacks, however, suffered like the unfortunate souls who bought Haribo sugarless Gummy Bears. The promised utopia of consequence-free snacking died in the fetal position between rushed trips to the bathroom.

The Invention of a Miracle Product

Olestra was an ironic discovery.

In 1968, two Procter & Gamble researchers attempting to synthesize products that could deliver fat to prematurely born babies created sucrose polyester, which P&G dubbed olestra. Olestra completely failed at helping premature babies; the “large and fatty” molecules passed right through digestive systems without being absorbed.

But olestra also bound to molecules like cholesterol and whipped them right out of the body. Seeing dollar signs for a cholesterol-reducing drug, P&G sought approval from the Food and Drug Administration (FDA) for olestra—a push that failed after 10 years of failing to adequately demonstrate its health benefits.

Undeterred, P&G spent millions to develop olestra as a fat substitute. Unlike artificial sweeteners widely used in diet sodas, olestra is “as much a process as a compound,” so olestra could healthify the fatty ingredients—like cooking oils—of many food products by making them indigestible. If people didn’t digest them, it would be like they didn’t even eat them, and P&G could both use olestra in all its food products and license it McDonald’s, Frito-Lay, and every company that made fatty foods.

"The day P&G brings out Olestra it will be in potato chips, cookies, french fries—endless products," one analyst predicted in 1990. "We're talking about major, major big-time markets and billions and billions of dollars. Just think about all of the diet-conscious Americans."

As P&G executives applied for FDA approval, they must have had big plans for their bonuses.

“Side Effects Include…”

Procter & Gamble could make a compelling case for olestra as a boon to public health. As the medical community worried about rising obesity rates, olestra promised to dramatically reduce Americans’ fat and calorie intake.

Yet the FDA approval process proved to be an uphill battle.

P&G had first seen potential in olestra due to its ability to bind to cholesterol and sweep it out of the body, and this led health professionals to worry that olestra would do the same with beneficial substances. Both P&G and independent researchers found that olestra decreased the absorption of certain vitamins and carotenoids—something found in fruits and vegetables that correlates with better health.

“The impaired absorption of fat-soluble vitamins, including carotenoids,” Dr. Ian Greaves of the University of Minnesota School of Public Health told a panel on olestra, “are sufficient reasons to have serious reservations about this food additive and to recommend that it not be introduced."

Olestra also faced an objection that even fast-food fanatics cared about. Like sugarless gummy bears, olestra did not sit well with consumers. One independent study found that 16 potato chips made with olestra caused diarrhea in half of the participants. The Center for Science in the Public Interest reported that a “63-year-old Indianapolis woman ruined three pairs of underwear and had no friends for two days after eating olestra chips."

Even Procter & Gamble’s own initial studies found that both rats and later human testers reported increased rates of gastrointestinal distress. But executives at the company kept pursuing FDA approval.

The Race to No Fat

After five years of struggling for approval without success, the bigwigs at P&G were nervous. After nearly a quarter century of developing olestra, at a cost of $200 to $300 million, the company seemed to be losing the race to dominate the low-fat food industry.

Monsanto, makers of Astroturf, had already introduced Simple Pleasures frozen desserts using a fat substitute called Simplesse. Although Simplesse broke down under heat, which meant it didn’t threaten olestra’s use in cooking oils and deep fryers, Monsanto enjoyed the jump in stock price P&G craved. Simplesse won approval with expectations of sales worth $300 million to $1 billion per year.

At the same time, in 1990, Kraft asked for FDA approval for its own fake fat, as did Arco Chemical. PepsiCo (maker of Lay chips) and Unilever (maker of just about everything) also spent millions researching fat substitutes.

So P&G went on an aggressive campaign to get olestra to market. The company invited the executive chef of the Four Seasons to cook healthy meals with olestra. To address the vitamin concern, P&G limited its application to savory snacks like chips and excluded foods like tortillas, arguing that since people eat chips at different times than their veggies, the damage would be minimal. (P&G also fortified its foods with additional vitamins and carotenoids.)

In response to FDA demands, P&G spent millions running studies on the incidence of gastrointestinal distress. While the Center for Science in the Public Interest criticized them as “designed not to find problems,” and independent studies still found high rates of diarrhea and gas, P&G’s new studies showed no such problems. The company compared complaints about diarrhea to the laxative effect of eating bran or other high-fiber foods. According to them, it was a normal phenomenon.

The final ingredient was lobbying. P&G spent millions courting health officials through research grants and consulting fees. On the advisory committee debating olestra, 9 of the 17 members who ultimately voted in favor were food industry consultants whom one member described as “acting as proponents” for olestra.

And it worked. In January 1996, the FDA finally granted approval—under one condition: Olestra foods had to be labelled with a warning that “Olestra may cause abdominal cramping and loose stools.”

Paradise Lost

In 1998, olestra hit stores nationwide in the form of P&G’s fat free Pringles and Frito-Lay “Wow!” chips. Sales were high initially, but quickly fell from $400 million to $200 million between 1998 and 2000. By 2002, the Center for Science in the Public Interest felt confident enough to declare olestra “a moribund, if not totally dead, product.”

What doomed olestra? Health concerns kept olestra from receiving approval in Canada and much of Europe. In the United States, while many consumers said that olestra products tasted as good as the original, a chorus of people claimed it tasted inferior. Olestra products also came with a higher price tag.

A warning label about loose stools probably didn’t help sales either.

Olestra never escaped its association with diarrhea. The reputation is enduring: When Quartz wrote about olestra chips in 2014, the author wrote, “Remember Olestra? Those gut-wrenching chips from the 90s?”

So why did P&G—and so many other companies—make these products? The olestra story easily fits the narrative of a corporation pushing unhealthy foods. But that story doesn’t necessarily seem right. Olestra wasn’t a triumph of greed; the failure of P&G’s fat free revolution hurt the company’s bottom line.

P&G and Haribo both declined interview requests, which means we can only speculate.

One contributing factor was surely the enormous pressure executives must have faced—Procter & Gamble had invested hundreds of millions of dollars over two decades, which was a period so long that its olestra patent would soon run out.

It’s also possible that individuals at P&G fell for their own story. After all, many impartial observers found the P&G company line—that health concerns were overblown and the FDA was dragging its feet—convincing. In a 2001 issue of the New Yorker, Malcolm Gladwell “put the Olestra controversy into perspective” by comparing it favorably to the effects of eating vegetables with fiber. Visiting a Procter & Gamble test kitchen in 1997, the Wall Street Journal’s Raju Narisetti said he had “eaten plenty of chips made with olestra to no ill effect.” He thought they tasted good.

And what a story it was! Gladwell wrote that fast food was killing us—and olestra was the cure. While health advocates wanted Americans to give up chips and burgers, the food industry believed it had a win-win solution to sell those foods as diet food. Ingredients like olestra and lycasin were not fake fat and sugar; they were real, delicious fat and real, delicious sugar that magically had no consequences.

But as people who ate these products learned, the story was too good to be true. And in 2011, a Purdue study hammered the final nail in the olestra coffin. It found that olestra incites weight gain by tricking the body into thinking it doesn’t need to metabolize fatty foods. Once your body is accustomed to olestra fat that has no calories, the body is surprised by the calories of real fat.

This finding fits our current organic ethos, but it would have surprised parents in the 1990s (the Snackwells generation) who regarded fat-free cookies and crackers as healthy. It’s only recently that applying the laboratory to our food supply ceased to seem futuristic and in vogue.

Today, olestra has achieved immortality, just not in the way its inventors expected: In 2010, TIME Magazine ranked it as one of the 50 worst inventions of all time.

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question: What reasons did Procter & Gamble have to continue research on a product that caused such bad side effects?

answer: It appears as though they had invested so much money into Olestra that they couldn't back out of its research without admitting defeat and losing hundreds of millions of dollars. It is also possible that they believed they could create a product that would truly be 'sugar without consequences'.

question: What were the potential benefits of eat olestra products?

answer: Olestra was a sucrose polyester which was considered a strong candidate to replace sugar in products without losing its taste. Olestra could would also bind itself to cholesterol before leaving a person's system. The benefits were thought to be the ability to snack without consequences of putting on weight.

question: Are Procter & Gamble still working on Olestra today?


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BAYARSINGH is a census town within the jurisdiction of the Canning police station in the Canning I CD block in the Canning subdivision of the South 24 Parganas district in the Indian state of West Bengal.

Geography

Area overview

Canning subdivision has a very low level of urbanization. Only 12.37% of the population lives in the urban areas and 87.63% lives in the rural areas. There are 8 census towns in Canning I CD block and only 2 in the rest of the subdivision. The entire district is situated in the Ganges Delta with numerous islands in the southern part of the region. The area (shown in the map alongside) borders on the Sundarbans National Park and a major portion of it is a part of the Sundarbans settlements. It is a flat low-lying area in the South Bidyadhari plains. The Matla River is prominent and there are many streams and water channels locally known as _khals_. A comparatively recent country-wide development is the guarding of the coastal areas with special coastal force.[1][2][3]

Note: The map alongside presents some of the notable locations in the subdivision. All places marked in the map are linked in the larger full screen map.

Location

Bayarsingh is located at

Rajapur, Taldi, Bayarsingh, Matla and Dighirpar form a cluster of census towns in the Canning I CD block, as per the map of the Canning I CD block on page 333 of the _District Census Handbook_ 2011. Canning is not identified as a separate place in 2011 census records. The map of CD block Canning I in the _District Census Handbook_ for the South 24 Parganas shows Canning as being a part of Matla and Dighirpar census towns.[4]

Demographics

According to the 2011 Census of India, Bayarsingh had a total population of 8,346, of which 4,219 (51%) were males and 4,127 (49%) were females. There were 1,256 persons in the age range of 0 to 6 years. The total number of literate persons in Bayarsingh was 4,554 (64.23% of the population over 6 years).[5]

Infrastructure

According to the District Census Handbook 2011, Bayarsingh covered an area of 3.7311 km². Among the civic amenities, the protected water supply involved pressure tank and service reservoir. It had 480 domestic electric connections and 10 road light points. Among the medical facilities it had 2 dispensaries/ health centres, 1 veterinary hospital, 2 charitable hospitals/nursing homes and 12 medicine shops. Among the educational facilities It had were 3 primary schools. It had 11 non-formal education centres (Sarba Siksha Abhiyan) and 1 special school for the disabled.[6]

Transport

Baruipur-Canning Road links Bayarsingh to the State Highway 1.[7]

Chandkhali Halt railway station is located nearby.[8]

Healthcare

Ghutiari Sharif Block Primary Health Centre at Ghutiari Sharif, with 10 beds, is the major government medical facility in the Canning I CD block.[9]

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question: Where is Bayarshing located?

answer: It is located in the Canning subdivision, in the Indian state of West Bengal.

question: According to the 2011 Census of India, what is the total population of Bayarsingh?

answer: The total population of Bayarsingh is 8346.

question: How many veterinary centers are there in Bayasigh?

answer: Just one.

question: How many secondary schools do Bayarsingh have?

answer: None.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: Bayarsingh is a census town in Canning subdivision, in the Indian state of West Bengal. According to the 2011 Census of India, Bayarsingh had a total population of 8,346, of which 4,219 (51%) were males and 4,127 (49%) were females. The town has just one veterinary center, two nursing homes, and one special school for the disabled.


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	Rain.  The sound it made had always been pleasant to listen to in the comforts of his home, fond memories of warm blankets and endless cups of hot chocolate.  Of afternoons smelling the fresh scent it brought to the suburbs.  The squelching sound cars made as they drove by, disturbing puddles into waves of water.  There was none of that here.  Overhead the soaking branches blotted out the few stray bolts of lightning that flared by, casting dark shadows on the needle carpeted ground.  The tarp overhead was threatening to collapse which would not really matter too much except to drive the last of his sanity into the darkness.  There was no fire to cast warmth in the gloom or light to see by, only the occasional brilliant flash above in the roiling sea of clouds.  Vacation? This was torture, plain and simple.

	The great outdoors they said.  Get outside and connect with who you really are.  It had all sounded like a good idea even as he had been browsing through the gear at the local sporting goods store.  There is something about buying emergency equipment that is comforting even though we rarely give thought to what has to happen before we need to use it.  The disaster must come to make this purchase worthwhile... yet it wont or so we tell ourselves.  All that comes to mind is the sunshine, endless hours by the lake, the fine fishing, and the stories we will have to tell, hopefully without including being chased by hungry bears.  Yet all had seemed well there in that well lit place of gear heads and big dreamers from the city.  He had felt a little out of place if he was honest with himself, here he was, another office working slave, desk jockey, paper pusher, in a sea of tanned hides, sun bleached hair, and cut off synthetic shorts that promised to repel the needless swarms of mosquitoes.

	It had not mattered though as this was just another chapter in the big adventure book that is life.  So with his wallet partially emptied and mind full of fancy ideas and powerful dreams, he had stepped out of the door and into the vast unknown.  Packing had been easy, open bag, shove in things that looked useful, close bag.  He, being ever the analytical type, had spend a few hours making a checklist, weighing the pros and cons of each item with his limited experience, and after a few revisions, adding it to the supply list or dumping it on the counter to be forgotten about or thrown in the car at the last minute with the thought of "why not".  He had no experience with this but the guides he had read online had told him that "lighter was better" and that "You should be prepared for anything", two mantras which seemed to be directly at odds with each other unless you could make everything out of pure titanium which did not seem practical or cheap.  Whatever, he knew how to make a fire, how to stay out of the rain and if all else failed cells phones seemed to work everywhere.  What was the worst that could happen? This was the 21st century and mankind had conquered everything but death by beheading.

	The road up to the trail had been a long one, full of twists, turns, and the occasional pothole that should have sent his car into the alignment shop just at the sight of them.  There were no other vehicles up here and truth be told that kind of excited him as the city with its endless hordes of people was apt to get on anyone's nerves after enough time.  The parking lot, or pushed down patch of bushes that passed for it, was the start of the grand adventure.  Our man got out, put on his boots, double checked his pack, and sifted through the random assortment of extra things he "might need" to see if anything worth taking had shown up. The pack was heavy enough and an extra flashlight did not seem to be necessary so he shouldered his burden, locked the car, and set out on a journey the tan people had told him would be the perfect end to the long hot summer.

	Four hours had passed.  The trail had been steep and treacherous, with rocks trying to trip him every other step and the tall bushes hiding all manner of dangerous creatures.  His supply of fruit gusher candies had only lasted the first hour and the straps from the bag of burden seemed to be committed to sawing him into three pieces.  His water was getting very low and he had not yet seen a stream or lake to refill at.  He had packed that filter right?  Who knows he would find out when he arrived if that ever happened.  If he did not die of starvation, snakebite, bear mauling, or sucked dry by the swarms of mosquitoes first.  How had he failed to foresee that?  The greedy, whining, blood sucking, creatures were everywhere and he failed to see once again their purpose on earth other than to drive every blood carrying creature to its grave through simple removal of their sanity.  The bug spray tasted like death itself and smelled as if the janitor had dumped the bathroom sanitizer down his shirt.  It did seem to help though and after a few hours he would have eaten it if the results were any more promising that what was advertised on the label.

	Up. And up, and up, the trail in all its dirt covered, loose gravel filled glory always seemed to go up without end it made you mad just thinking about it put your head down, breath, watch the ground go by never catch your breath why wont you stop going up?  It seemed as undeniable as the fact that he was indeed getting sunburnt as he had taken of his shirt within the first 5 minutes to relive the river of sweat shooting down his spinal cord, soaking him through.  The man at the store had promised him that the pack offered extra "breathability", which apparently meant that 1% more sweat would evaporate as opposed to having a tarp wrapped around you inside of a sauna.  One boot hit the ground and then the other, various pains shooting up in every place imaginable, feet, straps, bugs, burns, dirt in the eyes, the man was by all definitions, in a state of uncomfortable duress.

	Life has a way of apologizing for the crap it throws at us, or that we put ourselves through for one reason or another.  As he crested the hill in front of the him, the third false summit disappearing behind, the world opened before his eyes.  From one end of the horizon to the other, in uninterrupted beauty, lay what seemed the entire world.  Mountains and valleys, lush and filled with green, cut through by winding rivers that cascaded down their slopes to end up in the cool blue stillness of an alpine lake.  The breeze coming up the slope in front of him was worth a kings ransom and the powerful rays of the sun no longer seemed to effect him in the slightest.  The view was staggering and for a moment, all the pain of the trail itself was forgotten in the shear enjoyment of that moment, the first sight of mountains.  He stood there for a long moment, soaking it all in, knowing that this was a sight few people ever get the privilege to see other than on the back of postcards they feel obligated to send their family when on vacation in a subconscious need to make them feel jealous.

	Reality set in soon afterwards, chasing natures apology letter with more scorn and derision as our human settled his pack on his shoulders once again and resumed the trek into the unknown.  The view was still there, the sun beating down as it slowly made its way towards the horizon.  Camp was a long way off, he didn't exactly know where, but the top of a ridge seemed like a bad place to spend the night.  There were a few clouds forming on the peaks across a few valleys, the ominous front slowly marching towards him.  The weather forecast had promised that the skies were going to be clear the entire weekend but the promises of the media suits and the will of nature go at odds more often than a greedy, whining child and a divorced parent in a toy store.  He figured he had gone about nine miles by this point but had no real way of knowing.  He had not foreseen the need for maps as the trails were supposed to be clearly marked and reading them would probably not have helped his cause anyway.  Guesswork was as good as it was going to get and he tried not to overestimate his progress but he had been outside for a long time.

	The trail swooped down into the valley, the tall sentinel pines stopping all hints of the wonderful breeze that had graced him atop the ridge yet mercifully blocking out the rays of the setting sun.  Time was slowly passing as he descended on tired feet, the sound of a river in the distance beginning to register in his ears.  Off down the slope a bush shook furiously, releasing a small buck from its tangled mass to go bounding down the hill, white tail symbolizing the danger our traveler presented.  He smiled at that, thinking that he of all people, a sallow excuse for a human being was somehow on top of the food chain.  At least until he remembered the bears.  Perhaps he was not as mighty as the whitetail assumed.  If only the bears thought the same way, the woods would become a much less spokey place.

	Dusk had arrived as had the river, a twenty foot current of frothing water, ice cold, that promised life for all those who lived near it.  Our office worker decided to make camp here where the water was plentiful as the sun was not making its way through the trees anymore and the chirping of the crikets was growing louder.   A tarp and a sleeping bag had seemed like the lightest sleeping equipment that would keep him dry and he was not worried as the chance of rain was low tonight but he set it up anyway.  A small fire and a can of soup became dinner, washed down with some hot chocolate and a few cookies he had stashed away as a treat.  He sat and waited for night to fall, tired and sore from the trek, the sound of the river in his ears, the evening dusk holding many unknowns beyond the dim circle of light cast by his meager fire.  It had been a long day, and as the night approached he though back over all that had happened as was grateful for it.  Sure he felt like he had met a semi on the highway in the wrong lane but the views made it worth it and the solitude was delicious.

	Sleep was as distant as a winters snow, a few stars poked through the branches above, and some of the more desperate mosquitoes insisted on claiming a midnight snack.  The ground as it turns out is not the most comfortable of beds especially when compared to his adjustable foam mattress back at home.  There always seemed to be a rock resting on one of his ribs or a sharp stick seeking out a bit of skin.  Yes, this was the life indeed, to lie tired and restless on the cold, hard, earth, enjoying the embrace of mother nature.  He wondered as he had for not the first time that night, whether bears were nocturnal or not.  Did fire really keep them away?  Should he keep it burning the entire night?  That would have involved getting up many times during the night he thought, not that it mattered as sleep was apparently reserved for those who had four walls and roof above their heads or a ready supply of ambien.

	Then it began.  It was light at first.  Just a gentle pattering in the dust around him.  A prattle of sound on the tarp above his head.  He awoke from his light sleep, found his headlamp and sighed.  The greedy child had gotten his toy.  The fire was nothing more than a few smoldering coals and he had nothing light to put in it on hand in an attempt to start it again.  He stood to go get more wood when the skies themselves opened up above him.  The entire cloud it seemed was eager to smash him out of his hole, wash him into the river and drown his memory from the mountain.  The deluge was as ferocious as a waterfall, soaking the ground in moments.  The trees did nothing but collect the water, making the droplets larger, then sending them smashing into the ground, spraying bits of mud everywhere.  His campsite was soon host to a network of small canals like a lake behind a burst dam exploring all the lands it had so long been denied visiting.

	He stood, lost, unable to make a decision about where to go next.  Stand here and hope it passes?  Move out and get soaked and freeze to death?  There were no good answers and that rain poncho he had seen at the sporting goods store suddenly seemed to be worth far more than the $40.00 they had been asking for.  He was beginning to question the entire experience itself, the "adventure", the journey, whatever you wanted to call it, was there any wonder mankind had moved itself to the city!?  This was life before we realized how to stack bricks and harness the power of electricity!  To think that people did this for fun... and on their days off of work no less.  The whole outdoors thing was making less sense by the minute, the idea of spending time destroying your body on the trail just to stand, partially soaked and freezing for an entire night.  Existence was painful, and the wonder of nature was completely lost on our weary traveler.

	Twenty minutes passed.  Perhaps it was thirty, maybe like someone lost in solitary confinement time had ceased to be without meaning and the night itself had flown before him with the sun to rise and break the rain at any... did it matter?  It was raining and he was wet, tired, and getting cold.  The rain had not stopped, endless sheets of it still pelted down where he stood, in his makeshift tent.  He had to do something.  Corporate was always telling him to "make it work" even if he did not have a clue how.  Fine, he thought, its time to move on.  He shouldered his pack, wrapped the tarp around himself, and began to slog through the mud, his headlamp barely piercing the curtains of water and darkness around him.

	Time moved,  It had to as he was still moving.  He did not really understand much at that point as his body had reverted into a survival pattern to "move left foot, don't fall, move right foot".  He had a  phone somewhere he could have checked the time on but taking it out would have risked ruining it and he would have to remove his tarp which he could not afford to do.  One foot hit the ground in front of the other and the thought slowly crossed his mind that not all was ill with the world.  He was tired but warm, he had food to eat and water to drink, and he was still in one piece.  The air was humid but chilly, the rain had let up for the most part but was still enough to require being covered.  It was peaceful in a way, with nothing to do but simply walk.  As the miles passed in thoughtless, tired silence, the quiet of a new dawn slowly stole over the world, its promises of a renewed life brilliant on the horizon.

title: Bored at 2 am, first short story! [AA]

question: What does the story say about how the narrator prepares for the outdoor adventure?

answer: He reads a guide that tells says that 'lighter is better' and 'be prepared for everything', which seems to him to be contradictory. He buys emergency equipment and spends a few hours making a checklist, weighing the pros and cons of each item, and making a few revisions.

question: What does the story say about how the narrator feels about the vacation?

answer: The author is told 'the great outdoors', 'Get outside and connect with who you really are', but he feels the vacation will be torture. His pack is heavy, the trail is steep and treacherous, and mosquitos bit him. However, when he climbs the hill, he sees a beautiful landscape. All the pain of the trail itself was forgotten. Later, it starts raining, and he continues walking carefully.

question: What does the story say about the events after the narrator's arrival home?


text:
"Sir? This is the last stop for this train. Do you want to get off here?"

So I dozed off for who knows how long.

Thanking the train attendant, I hastily shove the Palahniuk book into my worn out CaPerro handbag. The train, which was awfully vacated from the start, is now quietly empty. There is one old guy dressed in cargo green still sitting in his seat at the end of cabin two. He seems to be asleep, and the attendant makes her way to wake him up. Did I look like that before she woke me up? I don't know. I don't think I'd like to bother her for such a trivial matter, either.

The sky is painted a somber grey. It's still drizzling lightly outside, so I put on my leather beret and tighten my jacket straps. As the soles of my shoes crunch on the damp ground, the smell of rain soaking in caresses me and my footsteps softly.

I once learned from a book that the smell is called petrichor. And like that smell, your smile under the two-year-old August rain still mystifies what's left of me until this day.

Apr 11, 2012.

title: Why the smell of rain is so dear.

question: Where is this story located?

answer: Palahniuk is an American writer, but the location is not clear from the text.

question: What is the Palahniuk book?

answer: Palahniuk is an American writer.

question: Why was the narrator asleep on the train?

answer: It is a long train ride and he is tired.

question: Where is the train going to?

answer: It is unclear from the story. It is clear that this is the end of the line and the narrator has to get off.

question: Write a ~3 sentence summary.

answer: The narrator is woken by the train attendant because it is the last stop on the train. The narrator shoves his book in his handbag while the attendant wakes the only other passenger in the cabin. The narrator leaves the train while enjoying the smell of rain and thinking back to someone's smile under the two-year-old August rain.


text:
"What the hell is that?" I asked myself while staring in total disbelief at my phone. On it, a strange app called LifeScore displayed its home screen. Its logo was written in white font on a dark blue background. I ran my hand through my hair and felt the scar on the side of my head. I can't believe how lucky I am to have survived a brain tumor with a guarantee that it won't grow back. I tapped on Start and was greeted with a video in which a dark haired male, who I estimated to be in his late twenties to early thirties with impeccable features and dressed in a dark gray suit and trousers, white shirt and red tie, apparently described what I allegedly had installed on my phone.

"Welcome to the game of life. Now before you continue, watch this short video first. Have you ever wondered how well you measure up to your own standards and to those around you? Have you ever asked yourself how people really think and feel about you and get anxious at the mere thought that they actually don't like you at all? How many times have you asked your friends about a new acquaintance and if he or she can be trusted? If that sounds like you, don't worry. You are human after all, and definitely not the only person thinking about such things on a daily basis and, therefore, it is my mission as the messenger of truth to answer these questions.

Treat life as a game. If you have ever played video games before, you have encountered statistics of your scores at every level of the game. Life is very similar to that. You are currently at the first level, the physical one, where our powers are limited to what our bodies can achieve. There are still three levels ahead of you, supernatural presence, purgatory and judgment. Each come with their own challenges to overcome with the last being the deciding level whether you win or lose.

Level 1 revolves mainly around building relationships with other humans and walking the path to self actualization. You have reached the end of level 1 and this app will show you how well you have fared. Please note that your scores in this level will have an effect on the succeeding levels. If you scored low, you will have more difficulties from thereon.  You ask why you haven't received this game as a child to get better scores. The truth is that life is all about being yourself and preparation would lead to the results being less genuine.

I give you two days to review your scores and seek explanations to them as well as to prepare yourself for the next level. Whether you wish to wait or advance to level 2 immediately is at your discretion. You will no longer remember this app by that time. See you there. Good luck."

The video closed and my full name was displayed on the screen above a button reading "Score". I tap the button and the app instantly loads statistics that read "Relationships" under which were several categories like "Most Liked By" "Loved By" "Most Hated By" "Most Prolific Liar" "Talks Behind Your Back The Most" and "Secret Enemies Who Sabotaged Your Life" Below that is a self-assessment score that shows how much of these results have been my fault. Another page showed "Career" under which there were more categories, namely "Missed Opportunities" "Successes" and "Failures". Under that was another self-assessment score showing how much of the above could be attributed to me or to other people. The app listed names and occurrences that I have never shared on any social medium. It couldn't know such things. It must all be made up. Brian is my best friend, yet he hates me and talks behind my back to his buddies and dates Melissa who was supposed to be my date. And she hates me as well and only loves the free stuff that I buy for her. Lana, my unfriendly and irritable boss actually loves me? She insults me whenever she can. That's just ridiculous.

I swear by my mother's grave that I haven't downloaded such a pretentious and comically imperious...thing. This has to be a very elaborately created virus. Ha, but the guy is stupid enough to show his face. Being the tech savvy guy I am, I regularly check downloaded files and know if something uninvited is in there. After finding nothing on my phone and on Play Store as well, I turned to the internet. No such app could be found but there were lots of reports of people having received it. One of them, named Kevin McLeod, claimed that the statistics were true after talking to the people who secretly loved or hated him. He had a Facebook account and I sent him a message. Half an hour later came a reply.

"Hi James. Yes its all true. The accuracy is mind boggling. When did you get it?"

"About an hour ago. And you?"

"Yesterday at 7:45 in the morning. "

"What does it mean that I get to supernatural presence in two days?"

"Basically you die to roam the earth as a ghost."

"Hahaha"

"I know its funny. No one can predict when we die save for God or Satan himself."

"How did they get all the data then?"

"Technology is so far advanced that it's hard to understand how it works. Those people mentioned in your app may have shared something about you and their AI came to its conclusions. "

"Alright, I'll have to see how this thing works out. Thanks for chatting"

"No problem. See you"

I'm not really a believer in God or Satan. There has to be another explanation. I took a shower, ate breakfast, got into my car and drove to the office as if nothing happened. En route, I stopped by the local shopping mall to buy myself some snacks and drinks in preparation for the long working hours. When I went to the restroom I heard a familiar voice.

"James is such an idiot. He dates Melissa and thinks she loves him. Everyone but him knows that she only loves his money and that she comes to me every night to get horny. She wants a real man not some wimp who talks about shit no one gives a fuck about. He deserves it if you ask me." I decided to enter the restroom and Brian saw me. "Hey, James what's up?" Without answering his question I took a swing at him with my fist hitting his cheek with a satisfying clap. Brian stumbled backwards and other restroom users separated us to prevent a full blown fistfight. "You'll regret that, asshole!" Brian snarled and spat out a tooth and some blood.

At the office, I couldn't concentrate on work. The incident at the shopping mall still made its rounds in my head. Maybe those scores weren't made up after all. In comparison to Melissa, my boss, Lana, is an angel. The only unattractive thing about her is her demeanor. I got up from my desk and went to the door of Lana's office. I knocked softly. "Yes. Come in." I entered the office and was greeted with the usual cold stare.

"Make it quick."

"Boss, I have something to tell you. I don't mind if you'll fire me, I won't be able to change that. Ever since I have worked here, I have felt something for you and I can't hold it back now. I feel that I have to tell you because it has a negative impact on my productivity. "

The ice melted. For the first time since I have worked here, she smiled. Not a fake one but a genuinely sweet smile. She looked at me like a loyal puppy, nodded and said "Yes, I've felt it too. I'm sorry for treating you the way I did but I had to do it to keep the employees in line." "I understand. Would you like to have a coffee with me after work?" Her smile widened and she nodded. She is a thousand times prettier when she smiled. Her dark, flowing hair, gray eyes and ageless face accentuate her smile. I realized for the first time how pretty she actually was. Prettier than Melissa ever could have been.

Later that afternoon, when I was with Lana at a local cafe, I showed her LifeScore and asked her if there was a possibility that an AI could know things one keeps to himself. She has studied computer science so she must know. "It's impossible. The only way they can create a profile of you is if you voluntarily share something over a communication device, even if its in a private call, SMS or chat. This is very strange considering that I haven't told anyone that I had feelings for you". "I wouldn't have guessed either" I replied and she laughed, playfully slapping my arm.

I woke up in the middle of the night and quietly got out of bed careful not to wake Lana up. I sat at my desk, turned my laptop on and opened Facebook. Kevin McLeod was online so I sent him a message.

"Hi. It's true what you've said this morning. I'm really thankful to receive the truth."

"That's great"

"Do you believe in God or Satan?"

"Yes. Why do you ask?"

"I'm starting to believe as well. I'm not a believer but I just can't explain what has happened today. "

"Faith fills the gap between the truth and the limit of our knowledge, my friend"

"I guess so. What is your theory on this LifeScore app?"

"If we're to die in two days as promised, it is a ploy by Lucifer to get more souls. We are given those scores in order to judge the people mentioned in them, to harm them if they hate us. We are not supposed to judge others. Only God can do that. When we judge, we commit the deadly sin of pride, thus, giving Lucifer a valid reason to send us to hell. I've asked some people mentioned in the app about their feelings. They haven't shared them. This has nothing to do with technology anymore. This app is supernatural. No human can create an untraceable app, let alone discover deeply held secrets that we're supposed to take to our graves. Have you watched the news recently?"

"No."

"All people complaining about LifeScore died. They just collapsed because of an aneurysm or something if they didn't kill themselves first. I know it's my turn tomorrow."

"Don't be afraid"

"I'm not, believe me. I won't be dying. I haven't judged the people on my stats."

"Alright then. Good luck and I hope to chat again."

"Sure. No problem. Good night"

The next morning, I woke up on an empty bed. Lana left early but left a note beside me. "See you at the office. Pretend like nothing happened. I love you XOXO" Later at the office, I opened Facebook and sent a message to Kevin. "Hey what's up?" He wasn't answering despite being online. I went to the cafeteria and ordered a coffee and a bagel. The attendant turned on the television and switched to the local news. "...terrible vehicular accident at 7:45 this morning. 32 year old Kevin McLeod from Chicago, Illinois apparently fell asleep behind the wheel of his black Toyota Corolla. The vehicle unexpectedly changed lanes and frontally collided with a semi-trailer truck at high speed, killing McLeod instantly. In other news, brain tumor surgeries have reached an all time high since five years ago..." Shocked and in total disbelief I went back to my cubicle. ...*claimed the statistics were true after talking to the people who secretly loved or hated him.* He did judge them. So did I. I'm as condemned as he was to burn in hell.

I left work early today, drawing a concerned look from Lana who sensed that something was wrong. I told her that I needed some time to think and she secretly gave me a day off. I went to my apartment building, greeted the receptionist as always and, in absentmindedness slipped on the newly wiped stairs in the lobby. My vision spun as I tumbled down the steps before a sharp pain on the side of my head plunged everything into darkness.

My eyes fluttered open and noticed a shape in front of me. Dark, flowing hair. Lana. She was sitting on the bed. As my eyes adjusted to the surroundings and my vision became clearer, I saw the smile that I had missed for so long. Tears were in her eyes. "Welcome back" she whispered. I mustered a smile as well. "How long have I been here?" "It's been three days". Wow, I didn't die. Divine intervention I guess. She ran her hand through her hair and over the scar on the side of her head. "What happened?" "Oh that? I had a brain tumor a couple of years ago. I got lucky." I suddenly had a flashback of Brian while we played basketball. He fell and hit his head and was bleeding badly. I treated his wound. The scar on the side of his head. I have one too. They all look identical and are on the exact same spot. No, I never had a tumor. "Lana, have a CT scan performed on you. Please trust me."

*"They removed the chip. He was supposed to be terminated tomorrow. Call the boss."*

*"Goddammit, I knew we'll be busted sooner or later. The boss should have waited until the MindVision project was perfected. All those deaths are unnecessary, we could selectively wipe memories instead of detonating micro charges."*

"*The network isn't stable enough to keep the app running on our servers for more than two days before the chip fails. We can't risk exposure. Call the boss."*

*"Sir, we have a situation. Subject no. 225, James Saunders, had an accident today. He fell down a flight of stairs and suffered a concussion. The doctors found the chip during the CT scan and removed it. "*

"*Is he still alive?"*

*"Yes."*

*"Send someone to take care of him and the doctor who found the chip. Retrieve the chip and bring it back. Prepare to shut the program down."*

*"Consider it done, sir."*

"I can't believe it. How could anyone do such a thing?" Lana said in disbelief while staring at the shiny metallic pellet, not much larger than a grain of rice. "Mars Industries" was engraved in tiny letters on the side. A male nurse came in and changed the IV bag. Shortly thereafter, hospital security barged in and tackled him to the ground. "Sorry for the disturbance but he isn't who he's supposed to be." "What happened?" "He killed two people. The nurse whom this ID and uniform belonged to and Dr. Strauss, who performed surgery on both of you. I guess you were supposed to be next." I thanked him for saving our lives. He nodded and dragged a handcuffed hitman out of the room.

"I guess this is the beginning then" Lana joked. "Let's say a rebirth instead".

Mars Industries. Your days are numbered.

title: [MS] Life Statistics

question: Why does the narrator believe that he has had a brain tumor removed?

answer: The narrator has a microchip buried in his brain. He was told that the doctors had found a tumor in his brain and removed it. After he falls down the steps he is taken to the hospital and the doctors discover the chip during a CT scan

question: What stage in the game of life does receiving the app signify?

answer: When you receive the app, you have reached the end of level one. You have two days to absorb the contents of the app and then you go to level 2. That means that you will die and move on to the supernatural.

question: Why does Kevin McLoed think that he won't die in two days

answer: Kevin believes in God and Satan. He believes that the app is a ploy by Satan to get people into Hell. He lets them know what people think of them so that they may judge others. This is a sin of pride. Kevin says that he hasn't judged others so he won't die like others have.

question: Why did the narrator request a CT scan?

answer: He has put two and two together. He and his best friend Brian have scars on their heads in exactly the same place. He realizes that he never had a tumor and suspects a chip in his brain. This is exactly what the doctors find.