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Andrew x Darling ; Rewind pt. 2
alternate universe where, two years after your failed confession towards andrew, you became his teacher assistant instead! 🤭
here's the link to part one! make sure to read it first.
YOUR POV
Two weeks after that day.
Here you are at Professor Andrew's office.
It's a neat workspace with his table and swivel chair at the far right of the office. It's a new one, it seems. Probably bought not far from a month ago. How do you know? Because you’re a psychic.
You snort to yourself and then you shake your head, feeling silly for distracting yourself from what you’re doing.
Right now, you’re sorting suspended files stacked and stored on his set of cabinets and shelves lined up against the left of the room. According to him, he did not let Luca touch the files since he filed for a one year leave prior to his engagement with his boyfriend—now fiancé.
Based on his words, you quote, "With him and those files around, he won't be able to leave at all. He's far from the skittish, clumsy assistant that I knew of when he first started. He's passionate and hardworking. He's dedicated to finishing on time. He's quite the perfectionist, .. it's almost an obsession for him to perform at best. Ah— I'm rambling. Just make sure to file them per year. I bought face masks to avoid inhaling dust, it's on my first drawer on the table. Use it."
Luca probably will be reluctant to leave with work unfinished, you agree with him. So, with a mask on and a ton (you’re exaggerating) of folders and files, you began to sort each into their subjective years. A few of the files were former submissions from students throughout the years and let's say you have had a good time reading through a few funny and profound reads in between filing.
“The forbiddenness of a fruit..” You trail off, squinting. The handwriting on the paper has been smudged. You can barely make out what the rest of the sentence was. You pulled the paper closer to your eyes in hopes that, by doing so, you can see the words clearly.
“-even makes the taste of a lemon sweet’, is what it says.” A voice continues. “By Mokokoma Mokhonoana.”
The room is suddenly filled with static energy. One spark and it’ll catch fire. You hadn't realized that you were too absorbed into your work that he was right behind you already; snapping you back into reality.
Oh, no. No, no, no.
The room is on fire and you’re the only one seeing it burning.
You lifted my eyes at him in an attempt to steal a glance, and then you resigned yourself back to work.
You cleared your throat and greeted, "Good afternoon, Professor."
"Ever so polite like always, aren't you?" Andrew jests.
“Uhm, Yes..?" You reply, not sure what to say. "I'm, uh, done sorting the files from the first cabinet and it's all of the 2019 ones, Sir." Might as well give your work report instead. You hurriedly dropped the paper you were reading. While the passage was interesting like most of the submitted works, they are still not yours to mess with.
“I see.”
“Yeah.” Awkward.
"So much work done in so little time. I commend that. Here, take this."
Andrew reaches for his bag and retrieves a medium-sized can with a label named ‘Blended Brews’.
You turned to him and accepted it, seeing how it’ll be rude if you do reject it. It felt cold against your hand.
"—I was thinking of having it myself but I already picked up coffee from the main office. It's iced caramel macchiato. If you don't like it, just keep it there nonetheless. You might get thirsty." He adds, walking away to put his bag onto his desk. Stretching his arms before sitting down in his swivel chair.
You stare at the coffee he probably got from one of the vending machines for a while. Then, you responded, “Ah, y-yes. I’ll keep this for later.” You laugh sheepishly before setting it to your side. “Thank you, Sir.”
Silence follows.
If you remember correctly, he is a workaholic. Always in his office, never out, unless he has classes. While the usual professors may be glad to have their classes end, he always looks a tad bit sad whenever classes finish in your perspective.
You heave a sigh.
“You..”, Andrew began, making you glance at him. He clears his throat and continues,“-you don’t have to call me Sir or Professor, you know. We’re colleagues now, and you’re my assistant. That grants us both the privilege of calling each other by name, yes?”
That does make sense. Is it awkward for him perhaps to be called as such since you are no longer a student? Perhaps. Who knows? Another sigh follows.
“Very well,” you cleared your throat, "As you wish, Andrew.”
You did not know whether it was the way you said it but that garnered a hearty laugh from him. His eyes glistening as he shakes his head. His face is the epitome of amusement.
“With how you spoke, it almost catapults me back to the Medieval era,” His lips lifted a little to the side, forming a mischievous smile. “Are you gonna call me ‘My liege’ next, Listener?”
His gaze bore through yours, your eyes staring right into each other.
Your breath hitches.
Just like the first time your heart raced this fast. Being able to openly look at him without the fear of any other assumptions does something to you.
Andrew has always been beautiful in your eyes, and seeing him like this right now just hardens that thought in your head.
“I might?” You responded cheekily upon gathering yourself. “Or would you prefer ‘Your Royal Highness?’”
“That would be incongruent with how I am—I'd worry too much about taxes, security, and healthcare in my head, that I'll probably end up on the guillotine. Or—I'll be too strict that the commonfolk will initiate a coup against me.” Andrew chided.
“A royal advisor, then?” You grinned. You tried not to snort upon hearing the rather grim hypothesis that Andrew responded with.
“Hm, fitting. Did the option ‘troubadour’ never come to your mind?” (troubadours - lyric poet musicians who usually sing of courtly love in the 13th century). Andrew swings his chair to the left, the angle now facing towards you. He opens his mouth as if to continue further, but he closes it. Then, he says, “Nevermind. I'm interfering with your work now—”
“You'd make lovely pieces,” You interrupted as you sorted the last folders on your left. It contained nothing but old, unreadable papers so you’re keeping them for shredding later on.
“Oh? And have you read any of my work for you to hypothesize such a statement?” His voice sounds.. intrigued.
“You are a literature and history professor. Isn't that a natural assumption?”
“Touché.” Andrew chuckles, his eyes shining with interest.
The atmosphere seemed lighter now. The worries you have running in your head are just melting like glaciers underneath the sun’s direct rays.
You thought working with Andrew might be too taxing for you. You fear disappointing him now, like how you feared disappointing him with mediocre submissions way, way back when he was your literature professor.
However, thinking of it now..
It’s not so bad after all.
·˚ ༘₊· ͟͟͞͞꒰➳ Watch out for part 3 SOON! 💖
#zsakuva#sakuverse#boyfriendaudios#andrew marston#strict professor#cracking the eggshell because listener is still awkward ~#my favorite boy :'(((
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How the Quirk Singularity is like ChatGPT (or the AI of your choice)
I had this comment from @mhasuperfansblog a while ago, and I realized it’s worthwhile to talk about what “singularity” means, because yes, it IS a quirk controlling a user.
The literal meaning of “singularity” is “the state, fact, quality, or condition of being singular/unique/distinctive.” The word does NOT mean “many things converging into one.” Instead, a singularity marks a unique and rare point after which things are never the same and are wildly unpredictable. The old models must be thrown out and a new reality acknowledged. For example:
The Big Bang is theorized to be a singularity that created a universe — and space itself— from nothing
The infinitely dense and unstable material at the center of a black hole, which IMO is best explained via the movie Interstellar
The moment a butterfly flaps its wings to irreversibly change the weather on the other side of the world
What does this have to do with AI?
For many years, people with big brains have been predicting that the exponential growth of technology will inevitably come to a point when artificial intelligence surpasses the total of all human intelligence. We’ll reach a tech singularity point of no return, after which humans can’t reliably predict or control what happens. Once machines outsmart humans and replace all human jobs and human skills, humanity will become unnecessary; maybe even extinct. [Insert Terminator joke here about Skynet becoming self-aware.]
While the details are up for debate, the “tech singularity doomsday theory” has been around for a while and it isn’t exactly fringe. For example, Time Magazine published this article in 2014, tracing the theory back to a 1993 essay (which itself cites research papers from the 1950s-60s).
The graphic below is from 2005-07 and has been republished in various forms all over the internet. (I’m not going to debate accuracy, as the theory is the point.)
Which brings us back to MHA
When Horikoshi talks about quirk power growing exponentially with each generation, and quirks no longer being controllable by an individual, he’s not JUST talking about characters like Eri who have potentially destructive quirks. He’s talking about characters whose quirks take over them. Consume them.
The Quirk Singularity Doomsday Theory is the point at which QUIRKS take over and drive human actions rather than the heart and soul that typically mark “humanity;” after this point people’s actions become unstable, irrational, and unpredictable. When quirks take over a body, the heart and soul slide towards extinction UNLESS people’s hearts evolve so their psychological makeup and emotional strength can rival —and control — their quirk power.
AFO became a demon lord by taking and giving quirks, eventually making his quirk into his name and personality. Naturally, he has an interest in controlling the singularity in some fashion. I’m not sure yet if he’s trying to stop the singularity to preserve his power over the world, or if he gave Tomura a singularity-proof body in order to survive and continue trading post-singularity quirks, but either way AFO is only looking at how quirks and physical bodies can control the problems presented by the singularity. Focusing only on the “hardware” is his limitation. Because heart is power and a threat to his eternal rule, he’s never “evolved his heart.” AFO is as hollow as he’s always been. Therefore, as his original body rewinds but his massive stolen quirk stockpile remains, AFO is becoming unstable. He doesn’t have sufficient heart, and is losing the physical body, to stop his quirk from taking over.
But how can the heroes win?
In the end, I suspect Horikoshi is going to give us a solution similar to those suggested by the tech singularity theorists and sci fi writers: We need to do more collectively, as a global society, to invest in the success of the next (human) generation, with an emphasis on cooperation, ethics & norms, increased communication, and carefully avoiding both the baggage of the past and the re-creation of the past’s elite class.
Of COURSE Horikoshi has given us a winking gag reference to both the Terminator and Asimov’s Three Laws of Robotics along the way just to make his point of view crystal clear, and that’s why I ADORE his combination of artistic talent and science/tech nerdery.
#bnha spoilers#mha spoilers#bnha 388#mha 388#bnha#mha#my hero academia#boku no hero academia#quirk singularity doomsday theory#quirk singularity#afo#all for one#bnha meta#mha meta#UA robots#terminator#three laws of robotics#isaac asimov
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A paper slitter is a slitting device that cuts a wide roll of paper on a paper machine into a narrower width of paper while rewinding it onto a receiving reel.
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I’ve spent the last week documenting everything that happened during the Welcome to the Analog Neighborhood weekend (and catching up on all of the things I ignored while preparing for it!) Here are a bunch of the polaroids snapped for the AN(alog)STAGRAM wall. It’s funny trying to figure out ways to share the events without going all digital!
All in all, I had over 100 visitors over the weekend, 37 of whom checked in their phones to the Phonotel for at least an hour.
A big thank you to the 34 neighbors who hosted signs from the Narrative Delights in their windows, yards and porches, the 3 local writers (Erik Anderson, Michele Lombardo and Stephanie Bradford) who shared their work for the delights, and all of the neighbors who put out treats, made chalk masterpieces and suggested hidden delights and portals for the maps. Thanks to Mike who lent me his old pay phones, PACE artist Matty who’s work inspired the Palm Springs vibe and who let me keep his cacti for the weekend. Thanks to friend and neighbor Michelle Johnsen who photographed the whole weekend (and helped out when things got busier than I’d planned). Thanks to all the amazing volunteer bell hops and concierges: PACE manager Gabrielle Buzgo, Comprehensive Plan Committee member Kerry Sherrin Wright, Matt Johnson, Nicole Michels, Lina Seijo, Dennis Herbert, Lauren Snell and Sidney Brant. Thanks to the dedicated Cristian Toro Meza for interviewing everyone who checked in their phones, and for a lot of on-the-spot spanish/english interpretation. Thanks to PACE Artist Shauna and Vincent who did everything (including almost getting stuck in a portal to Nebraska!!) on the neighborhood map #1 and for marking it up and sharing their experience so vividly and delightfully with me! Thanks to PACE Artist Jose who came out despite having been up all night the night before directing a 24-hour play! There are many many more people to thank that I know I’m forgetting...
Some highlights:
- Meeting and connecting with artist Claudia Rojas who will be working on the CWS mural and her amazing family members visiting from Argentina and Mexico.
- Shauna finding LINDA despite having no idea who or what she was (she was a cut out of Linda from Bob’s Burgers that I see in one of my neighbors’ windows).
- Meeting Miguel and his daughter Izzy who stopped in not knowing anything about what was going on. She is an art student at L-S high school and had wanted to come into the city to see everything at Art Walk. Miguel, her dad, told me that he didn’t know anything about art but had wanted to support his daughter. While I talked to them and showed them around I saw the look in their eyes grow animated, their smiles grow, their easy laughs of surprise and delight as they looked through the Phonotel rooms, the neighborhood maps. Miguel was so kind, telling me that he would have never in a million years walked into a place like this, but now that he had, he felt like it had changed his life. They both reminded me exactly why I do this.
- A lobby full of people reading the paper, looking through art books, picking out records to play, chatting and getting to know each other
- a handful of letters written to a neighbor on Mary street: 6-year old George who lost his father to cancer earlier this year
- Seeing a 9-year old named Bea fall in love with the sound of the walkman’s tape rewinding and fast forwarding. She was obsessed with the materiality of the buttons and asked why phones don’t have those.
- Watching so many kids enchanted with all of the analog machines: the phones, the typewriter (I even witnessed all all out brawl between two young sisters fighting to use the typewriter!), the cameras, the books, etc
- A woman who stopped me a couple days ago at Zoetropolis to tell me how much the parade with Streetbeans meant to her, that she’d been having a particularly hard week and that when she heard the music outside her house, she ran out to see what was happening. She told me that the laughter, smiles, dancing and sounds gave her hope that everything was gonna be alright. We hugged and I cried a little. :)
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A longer whispered things post. All this happened in one go. Might be nonsense, but I know some isn't. I might mark the ones with asterisks for those I think are actual whispers. First 3 are at least. See them under the cut.
* Wolves howl, giant bells ring resoundingly, clinking of plates and glasses, laughter. Silence.
* A static change of a dial. A muffled female voice speaking over a radio, "Are you in there? Let me know if you can hear me." A click. Silence.
* Firm steps by business shoes sound on marble. A tap-click noise. A rustling of clothing, an adjustment of a cuff. A fine wooden door on a squeaky hinge. A law office. Mention of a consultation. Contracts. Papers. Silence.
A rewinding noise of a tape machine. Soft and faint. A quiet voice saying, "Watch it again." Silence.
Radio tuning and static. A hiss. Windows being broken. Sirens. Hushed voices. Someone saying, "It's in there." Quiet breathing. Silence.
* Rhythmic ticking. Chewed up pencil hitting on a desk. Finger knuckles cracking while they make a fist. Frustrated huff. Pensive finger thrumming on the surface. Silence.
* An exhale of breath in a cold cave. Water dripping from the ceiling. Feminine voice speaks out and it resonates in the room. Crystals chime and hum. A tinkling of chimes. A gasp of awe. Person speaks, "[unintelligble]." Silence.
"Now sleep." Silence. End.
#whispered things#lots to be said this time. so many 'stations' picked up on right now.#monarch's musings
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Subconsciously, it’s a couple’s quarrel. On the manifest layers we’re screaming, hurling insults, vomiting bile. Generally dealing out the irrevocable. Our only weapons are thrashing claws and wailing appeals to normalcy, the golden thing. All we have are these clocks , all offset by unknown error, and falling in cinematic slowmo from every edge of every table. But consciously, actively we’re dialectically workshopping the ruleset to a new time-passing game called ‘Ask me if I give a fuck’. For decades in the American midwest it will be played on long family roadtrips and on playgrounds, where the migrations of military kids will bring the game to new districts, states. Regional ruleset variations will develop, most of them slight changes in turn order, severity of punishment. We’d started playing some time ago. Like a TV sports overlay, stats are displayed for the audience of dumbstruck furniture.
YOU (HOME)
40% NONBINARY 60% SCORNED
ME (AWAY)
79% BOY 80% GIRL 100% CEASEFIRE
4TH & 1 0:01 4
Naturally I’m wailing. Good sex should make you want to kill yourself. Sorry I meant AGAB. The Catholic school nun in my mind glared at the prostitute, I digress. Everything was the conversation. Hold me until the bounty blows over. Hold me? They can’t hold me, I’m too lit, I’m inconsolable. Everything was the conversation that ended with,
- So yeah, and then we had to dissolve.
- Dissolve?
- Yeah, naturally.
- You had to dissolve the whole company?
- In each other’s company, sure.
- Dissolving into each other.
- You think I’m trite.
- I think it’s what you’re gesturing at, but you’re embarassed to land there because you know it’s trite.
- I know a straighter path.
- Time’s nothing.
- Time is the vehicle I’m really afraid to lose. Triteness is just a pair of pliars to me, a drillbit. A bolt. I said I know a straighter path.
Take me home.
- Well, we waded into that place, that thing, the ocean blue, whose name happens to describe an ocean exactly as much as it illustrates a blue.
- So you’re swimming, and I’m digging, now. Describe the ocean, describe the blue.
- blue is where memory is forged, when an infinitely singular sensation event occurs in a way that you can never feel again, where in the recent memory is the locus of a ‘grief machine’ of touches you’ll never precisely touch again, smells of potencies equivalently unique to their objects of emanence, food only you taste, only that, one, this, now, here. Hospital intake, the D.O.A. door in the alley. Commercial planes smoothly onto tarmac and every passenger always dead. Paper airplanes flashing into past. Where that is, the blue. Resigned and respectful, feels like getting let out of your cell for the last time. Not legal freedom, but a freedom in a sense. It could have only been a ‘safe landing.’
- One way out.
- One current, the ocean. It’s a misnomer that we call it a body of water, it’s a body of motion. The motion consists mostly of water. The ocean is a force of fluid triteness that acts through blue like the vessel, time, acts through anticipation-sensation-recollection. a-c-r is also a single substance, and incidentally also monochrome. So when we went blindly through the final boss of triteness, sex ritual, any subjective experience of surprise is just a failure of vantage. I was held, until I was released. The guilt I felt was holy, not intrinsic, which is to say I felt great until I checked the rulebook.
- The sex was good?
- I’m rewinding, now.
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Slitting Machine
In the converting industry, slitting machines—also called slitter rewinders—are used to cut big rolls of material into smaller rolls.These machines are commonly used in various industries such as paper, plastic, metal, textile, and film processing.
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