VirtualHeadcase !uuouuIUpfM I need to let something out and talk about it /r9k/, scroll past, talk about it, even empty your heart out like I'm about to do, whatever. >be diagnosed schizo >Voices have been on/off since I was 16 (21 now) >was always persecuted, never was a good person in the eyes of the people controlling the voices I even enjoyed it at points, I became a political engineering tool/forum of the arts constructed and loosely controlled by Vladislav Sirkov, Deputy Prime Minister of the Russian Federation (I'm a fan of his work). I've talked to people all over the world, my favorite artists, people in Syria and other global hotspots, people that caught my interest, and chatted about things with them. I even had telepathic gfs. I was happy at one point with the fact that I had gained some notoriety as Virtual Headcase (hence the name). It all ended one day after being accused of telepathically molesting a child >chatting with old friend and his ex >suddenly everyone goes quiet >people kept calling me crazy I didn't know what happened until someone shouted >with KIDS??? I was shaken up, I had no clue anything like that was happening. Turns out, someone started molesting my friends nephew (any talk of rape/molestation and even talking is purely telepathic unless explicitly stated otherwise). They all blamed me because I'm what they call a "telepath", basically someone worth persecuting telepathically. Rewind back to a point where I was happy Earlier I had run-ins with the mexican cartel in Sinaloa. I saw an underaged human trafficking victim on Chaturbate and relayed to their captor/pimp about how fucked up they were. The next month was spent on a fucking tightrope with cartellos about how they're gonna kill my family or use me as an interrogator (I could find the truth out of anyone). Later on I would talk to these guys about differences in Mexican and American culture. One day after not sleeping (insomniac), I found myself talking to random US Special Forces/Spetsnaz that were said to have clashed in the Vietnam War. This caught the attention of the FBI, who already had a file on me. After a battle of pure telepathic nuances, I found myself talking to Sirkov. I asked him to turn me into an art form rather than a person. This is where it gets interesting >Turns me into an art platform, where people can share their art (all art can be described as creating as personal expression through the senses) >All sorts of great shit starts happening, music in my head, visual art, poems, discussion, if it could be sensed, it could be portrayed through me as a platform >The first three days are just awesome >Someone gets the idea to use me as a forum of debate between Russian and American politicians. >Mike Pence gets in on this and starts attacking Sirkov >Turns into a political shitshow where politicians from several countries attack one another. This is where I considered the decline of Virtual Headcase, where I turned from an art platform to a shill for whoever the hell I happened to favor Shit, if only I got paid for this! A few months later some shit started happening to me >Be walking down streat (Live in Long Beach, CA) >Car passing by me at my speed In LA, you always look when someone is passing you at your walking speed, due to the risk of drive-bys. >I look over >See a few nignogs in a beater >Driver has his head turned staring dead at me >I notice in the backseat dude was covering shit up with clothes >he gets out of the car, faces opposite me and pulls out his phone to look inconspicuous I know those bastards were trying to shoot me, I was in a bad area >One week later >I'm hanging out in the same area outside a friends house >Ford Mustang stops in front of our house In LA, there's been a recent surge of people getting shot up outside by people in stangs, needless to say we were scared af >I assume they're there for me, so I take one last hit of the joint and try to walk away "Stop! or I shoot the bitch!" >I stop, they, drive away after 5 minutes >When I get home I'm so scared II figure I'll make a few scars on them before I die >Start molesting their children and mother's telepathically >they threaten to kill me (again) At this point it was difficult, as they were so close to home and itching for blood, I even attempted to live homeless and got "nuanced" out of my house for a little bit. My parents called and asked me to come home and that the voices aren't real (I still kinda believe them). Fast forward to a month ago >Finally about to lose my virginity >Fucking some FtM trap (good pussy) >I start letting my mind wander >A kid grabs my attention, and I accidentally show him what I'm doing >He says he feels dirty >I feel like I opened a fucking massive can of worms The day after was pretty nice, I had finally lost my virginity! But then at midnight, something fucked me up for good. >The kids sleeping (I can talk to people in their sleep) >He comes to me >I hear him say "I want to play" >He starts rubbing his sac all over me LAzy ass parent said we were playing, dumb bitch >I try to get him to stop by forcibly contorting his body into a ball. >he still thinks I'm playing, even though he is in intense pain >Realize the kid is fucking autistic This is really fucked up because he doesn't get social cues and such. I feel like I created a future rapist. >Get PTSD >Intrusive thoughts about kids swarm me when I'm shitting, masturbating, etc. >Now everyone thinks I'm a pedophile, and I am again perssecuted for a morally objectifiably good reason

Level "God" (а, скорее, "Daemon":). The money of the future. На этом уровне приходит понимание, что биткоин — это не фьючерс на доставку миллиона; это фьючерс на доставку будущего — а, если еще точнее, то фьючерс на доставку _в_ будущее. На право находиться там в той зоне, которая иначе будет недоступна за любые фиатные деньги. Как такое возможно? Я писал уже о некоторых аспехтах этого в "форках человечества": [раз](https://golos.io/ru--golos/@dr-orlovsky/o-progresse-tiranii-bolshinstva-i-gryadushikh-forkakh-chelovechestva), [два](https://golos.io/ru--golos/@dr-orlovsky/ob-atlante-ego-plechakh-mirovom-gdp-i-bitkoine). Если кратко: мы все знаем, что за обещание жизни после смерти люди воевали тысячелетиями, убивая миллионы. Вы представляете, что будут делать люди за обещание вечной жизни (пусть и потенциально вечной) без смерти? За возможности расширения своего интеллекта с помощю AI? (Сегодня только вот постил про шахматы и сверхчеловеческие способности нового AI от Гугла). В ближайшие годы мы увидим попытки государств и общественности контроллировать, запрещать (=цензурировать) такие технологии, как искуственный интеллект, CRISPR (редактирование генома, способное продлить жизнь — или созать генетическое оружие массового уничтожения), автономное вооружение. А, смотрим выше, что такое биткоин? Правильно, нецензурируемые деньги. Угадайте, в какой экономике окажутся плоды всех этих исследований? Вряд ли в фиатной.

Dear Colleague, We are pleased to announce that we will once again be running the NuMart image competition. Please share with us your most striking images of nuclear materials, in all their shapes, forms and colours! We will consider micrographs, data visualizations, or a mixture of both – provided that they are striking and (potentially) meaningful. All entries will be judged by the NuMat 2018 chairs, and up to 20 will be selected and displayed at NuMAT 2018 from 14–18 October 2018 in Seattle, USA. They will also feature on the cover of one of the Diamond Jubilee issues of Journal of Nuclear Materials in 2019. Closing date for entries is 29 June 2018. Further details are available on the NuMat 2018 site.

1F979 FROWNING PILE OF POO: Question on the justification for encoding this character, and whether it will encourage the encoding of other emotions on PILE OF POO; request to remove character. This character is damaging to both ISO/IEC 10646 and the Unicode Standard. It is bad enough that the ESC came up with it, but it beggars believe that the UTC actually approved it. Organic waste isn't cute. ^^^вся суть ISO/IEC

>I went to a local block chain meetup on Thursday. Most of the group were people who's friend had told them they could make money buying bitcoin. There was a plumber, a painter & decorator, a health worker, a trainee police officer and an office worker. There was also a 13 year old looking to invest in it. They didn't even know what it bitcoin was. They were all being told how great it is and how they should invest as the returns are incredible. It scared the shit out of me. It felt similar to The Big Short movie. It is going to go so wrong for these people.

>It is rare that you see something more volatile than bitcoin, but we found it: bitcoin futures

каждое обновление тг: * мы потеребили дизайн и теперь он ещё более убогий и неюзабельный * мы не стали править критические баги полугодовой давности

тфв ты (я) типичный безликий носитель русского мира, с которого удобно делать русофобские экстраполяции.

Белые медведи сами виноваты, что решили жить в снежной пустыне, где из пищи только тюлени, которых еще хуй поймаешь. Нет бы переселились в тайгу, там и лосось и лось, чукчи и бобры, ягоды и зайцы, ешь не хочу. Но нет, они живут в снегу, как поехавшие долбоебы и для экосистемы от них никакой пользы совершенно.

Что делать если я охуеваю с нынешних transaction fee в бетховене?

A boy asked his Bitcoin-investing dad for $10.00 worth of Bitcoin currency. Dad: $9.67? What do you need $10.32 for?