Economic Launch to Space

     The EARTH has been completely colonized since long, long ago.  Colonies translate into economies.  Space economy.  The first step will include a space colony.

     "The exploration and use of outer space shall be carried out for the benefit and in the interests of all countries and shall be the province of all mankind."

(ifrc.org)

     Humanity has explored in a 360° pattern.  The path less traveled is an upward opening interval.  We've used the off-road trucks. We've used the submarines.  Space ships are more expensive. Let's use space ships.

     Now, upward mobility is drastically changing with rocket, electronic, and technological advancements. Space will take its place on the lists of top ten travel destinations.  Earth's atmosphere will have rest stops with restrooms.

     "How long will it be until we get there?"

(Quote: unknown author)

     Why did the star decide to take a vacation?

It needed some space. (rd.com)

     Global citizens will be applying for travel credit cards that include frequent "space" travel miles.  At the 63 miles marker, we might see a satellite that reads, "Welcome to space.".

     Why 62 miles/100 kilometers?  The Karma line is the boundary.

     Earth ends and outer space starts at the Kármán line, some 62 miles (100 kilometers) above the planet’s surface.  (astronomy.com)

     "The Kármán line is based on physical reality in the sense that it roughly marks the altitude where traditional aircraft can no longer effectively fly. Anything traveling above the Kármán line needs a propulsion system that doesn’t rely on lift generated by Earth’s atmosphere — the air is simply too thin that high up. In other words, the Kármán line is where the physical laws governing a craft's ability to fly shift. "   (astronomy.com)

     Space economy includes tourism, production, trade and commerce goods and services taking place between Karman line and above.

     "Right now, you see a lot of attention on the launch business,” says Phillip Ingle, a Managing Director in Investment Banking.

     The horizon dawns large launch companies in opposition to  the traditional government providers.  One thing these companies have in common is the economic outlook of their chief executives.  Small launch side companies are focused on launching smaller, lower-cost satellites into orbit.  The global low-cost satellite market revenue is boosted.  The major factors are an increased demand for low-cost satellites, high requirement of small satellites for research missions, and rising investments in developing cheaper and miniature satellite systems.  The currently competitive companies include: Thales Alenia Space, Sierra Nevada Corporation, Planet Labs, Inc., GomSpace, Blue Canyon Technologies, Dauria Aerospace, Spire Global, Inc., AxelSpace Corporation, Swarm Technologies, Inc, GeoOptics, Inc., and others unmentioned.

     Small launch companies are profitable.  There is increasing demand to launch smallsats.  It is estimated that a single satellite launch can range in cost from a low of about $50 million to a high of about $400 million.  The launch business is implanting itself into the the foundation of the space ecosystem.  CubeSat is very common.  It's used in interplanetary missions for space research.  CubeSat enhances communication and data collection. In contrast to larger satellites, these low-cost satellites require cheaper and smaller launching vehicles. In addition, being cost-effective, it is economical to launch these satellites in multiples.  Large satellites are much less cost efficient. These low-cost satellites have low launch risks and faster turnover rate.  They offer a cost-effective method for earth observation through remote sensing.  They deliver high temporal and spatial resolution imageries for monitoring and studying various processes. Some of the observed processes include: vegetation, land cover, oceanography, and inland water. CubeSat also offers in-depth analysis of factors such as water scarcity, poverty, climate change, and urbanization among others. Low-cost satellites such as microsatellites or nanosatellites are also used in military applications such as navigation, military communications, and intelligence gatherings.

     Launch companies are trying to lower the cost of launch.  The purpose is to launch cheaper, easier, and faster.  The ecosystem is satellites to services.  Space marketplace.  The launch companies depend on satellite manufacturers.  The manufacturers rely on services companies.  Services companies box in satellite broadband, low-earth-orbit imaging and weather monitoring.  

This is a positive feedback loop.  (morganstanley.com)

     Production, distribution, trade, and consumption of goods and services are the economy.  That definition will soon include areas in zero gravity.  Outer space will evolve into a social domain.  The new economy will spawn from the first space colonies.  Reaching that point will force business law above the Karma line, and beyond.

Second Messengers in Cell Signaling

     Second messengers (SMs) are intracellular substances that mediate cell activity by relaying signals from an extracellular molecule bound to a cell's surface.  A second messenger can be a neurotransmitter or a hormone.  The second messenger travels from receptor to effector.  (National Center for Biotechnology Information)

     SMs are abundant. SMs are present in low concentrations in a cell at rest.  Once the resting cell is stimulated, SMs are rapidly produced.  SMs are released as fast as they're made. Microseconds.  SMs specifically bind to target proteins.  Cellular signaling spreads downstream.

     SMs four major classes: 

1. Cyclic nucleotides that signal within the cytosol.  cAMP/PKA. cGMP/PKG.  PDE regulated.
2. Lipid messengers that signal within cell membranes.  IP3, and DAG.  PIP3, and AKt signaling.  Sphingolipid controlled apoptosis. Lysolipids, prostaglandins, and other eicosanoids.
3. Ions that signal within and between cells.   Intracellular calcium levels are controlled by an assortment of channels, pumps, transporters, buffers, and effector moieties.  Magnesium.
4. Gasesous free radicals that signal throughout the cell and neighboring cells.

     SMs bind to specific proteins, alter the proteins,  and relay signals.  These are homeostatically controlled mechanisms. (Brittanica)

     Enzymes catalytic activity is modified by the direct binding of the SMs. Amplification takes place simultaneously with the activation of multiple target enzymes by a single second messenger molecule.

     Let's glance at caffeine. (IUPAC)

     Caffeine enhances the action of cAMP by inhibiting the enzyme phosphodiesterase.  Phosphodiesterase functions to degrade cAMP.  The enhancement of cAMP activity contributes to the action of caffeine.  Prolonged excitement.

     Second messengers (SMs) are centralized in the ability to respond rapidly to information.

Super Casual Dress Code in the Workplace

     Super casual dress code in the workplace, is also known as business casual.

     Business casual in the workplace is defined as less formal than traditional office clothing but professional enough for an office community. Stir up traditional business style and a more relaxed style.

     "Business attire is the clothing you wear in professional settings. You might decide how to dress depending on the type of office you work in, for an interview or for a meeting. There are varying levels of business attire ranging from “casual” to “business formal.” Based on the setting, you can decide which kind of business attire is appropriate. Let’s take a closer look at the different types of business attire, examples of clothing types and the situations they’re appropriate for."

     "Smart casual is another form of casual business attire with a stylish twist. You might include more trendy pieces of clothing if dressing in smart casual. This type of business attire is appropriate for more flexible offices including informal settings. You might also choose to wear smart casual in an interview for a more informal office. This way, you fit in with their informal dress code while still maintaining a clean, professional look that communicates that you care about your appearance." Indeed.com

     Men buffer the super macho mode.  Women tone the sublime erotica office wear.  Going to work is the special occasion.  Primp properly.  It's okay to show your confidence.

     Super macho- powerful sense of masculinity.

     Sublime erotica- strongly marked purity of arousal.

     Men and women with a taste for fashion completely dig it.  Men and business mix it up with: button-downs, dress pants, and nice shoes.  Women and business turn it up with dresses, button-downs, slacks, and dress shoes.  Mix and match it up.  Make it your own.

     Add in COVID-19 face masks, and you're ready for work.

The Delta Variant: B.1.617 AY.1, and .2; SARS-CoV-2

     Society has mistakenly created a gourge between its citizens.

     THE VACCINATED and THE UNVACCINATED.

     We, as global citizens, should clearly discern COVID-19 from the regular flu virus.  It's difficult to navigate the web, without probing the facts accumulated on COVID-19.

     A virus is defined as, "a tiny organism that multiplies within cells and causes disease such as chickenpox, measles, mumps, rubella, pertussis and hepatitis. Viruses are not affected by antibiotics, the drugs used to kill bacteria(www.cdc.gov)."

     A virus isn't alive.  Multiplication is the main objective of a virus.  A virus will spread, through consistent replication.  Cellular invasion.  The virus proceeds to spread its deadly message.  Copies are handed out, and passed on, so to speak.  Some copies have small variations.  Errors.  The errors that occur in the copies are called mutations.  Viruses evolve via mutation.  A variant is a mutation in a virus that occurs over time.  New variants of a virus are scientifically expected to arise. These variants are aiming towards increased fitness, the ability to efficiently survive, within a population.  

     "In 2019, a new coronavirus was identified as the cause of a disease outbreak that originated in China.  The virus, COVID-19, is now known as the severe acute respiratory syndrome coronavirus 2 (SARS-CoV-2).  In March 2020, the World Health Organization declared the virus a pandemic (www.mayoclinic.org)."

     The SARS-CoV-2 virus causes COVID-19.  SARS-CoV-2  is mutating, evolving, and becoming stronger.  The entire world is watching.  These variants are under observation.  All of these variants contain mutations on spike proteins.

     A spike protein is defined, "as a glycoprotein that protrudes from the envelope of a virus(www.merriam-webster.com)"  A spike protein facilitates entry of the viriom into a host cell.  It functions by binding to a receptor on the surface of a host cell.  This is followed by the compounding of the viral and host cell membranes.

     The spike protein occurrence is a missense mutation.  A missense mutation is a mistake in the DNA which results in the wrong amino acid being incorporated into a protein. A single DNA sequence change results in a different amino acid codon.  The ribosome recognizes it. The function of the protein changes.  This is evolution.  Change may occur positively or negatively.  A positive change improves the function of the protein. Functional development gives the organism a competitive advantage over its competition.  Its presence is maintained in the population, as a result.

     A virus surface spike protein mediates SARS-CoV-2 entry into cells. To fulfill its function, the SARS-CoV-2 spike binds to its receptor human ACE2 through its receptor-binding domain and is proteolytically activated by human proteases.

(July 2021.  World Health Organization, WHO)

     How are these variants' names established?  There are hundreds of thousands of variants, but only some make the team.

     The established nomenclature systems for naming and tracking SARS-CoV-2 genetic lineages are headed by GISAID, Nexstrain, and Pango.  These are systems deemed necessary by scientists, and in scientific research. These names are for variants of interest (VOI), and variants of concern (VOC). This expert group, convened by WHO, has recommended using letters of the Greek Alphabet, i.e., Alpha, Beta, Gamma, Delta which will be easier and more practical in discussions by non-scientific audiences.

     Notable variants in the United States:

B.1.1.7 (Alpha): variant of SARS-CoV-2, detected in the United States, December 2020. Initially detected in the United Kingdom on September 2020; [GRY; +S:484K, +S:452R]

B.1.351, .2, and .3 (Beta): variant of SARS-CoV-2, detected in the United States, December 2020. Initially detected in South Africa, May 2020; [GH/501Y.V2; 20H (V2); 

+S:L18F]

P.1, .1, and .2 (Gamma): variant of SARS-CoV-2, detected in the United States, January 2021. Initially detected in Brazil, November 2020; [GR/501Y.V3; 20J (V3); +S:681H]

B.1.617, AY.1, and .2 (Delta): variant of SARS-CoV-2, detected in the United States, May 2021.  Initially identified in India, October 2020; [G/478K.V1; 21A; +S:417N]

     The GISAID Initiative promotes the rapid sharing of data from all influenza viruses and the coronavirus causing COVID-19. This includes genetic sequence and related clinical and epidemiological data associated with human viruses, and geographical as well as species-specific data associated with avian and other animal viruses, to help researchers understand how viruses evolve and spread during epidemics and pandemics.

     The Nexstrain project harnesses the scientific and public health potential of pathogen genome data. They provide a continually-updated view of publicly available data alongside powerful analytic and visualization tools for use by the community.

     Pango nomenclature is being used by researchers and public health agencies worldwide to track the transmission and spread of SARS-CoV-2, including variants of concern

     Protect yourself from virus variants:

-Get a vaccine. There are mRNA and DNA vector shots available.

-Get a mask with the proper covering.

-Social distant by 6 ft.

-Avoid crowds and poorly ventilated indoor spaces.

-Wash your hands with soap and water.

-Use hand sanitizer.

     In order for the current vaccines to become illegitimate the efficacy rates would have to drop below 80%. At that point a government funded booster shot will go into production.  

INFLATION 2021

     Currently, there is a continuing rise in the U.S. general price level.  This increase is attributed to the increase in the volume of money and credit relative to available goods and services.  Inflation is upon us.  Money value decreases while prices increase.  COVID-19 is the obvious cause of this effect. The U.S. GDP is at the epicenter.

     We, as citizens of the U.S., have turned our attention towards how much we're  paying for the totality of the things we consume.  The recent intensification and inflation may be on a short time schedule.  Some consumers are cautiously witnessing the slowdown in the U.S. GDP.  Others have been awaiting its arrival.  Controlled inflation is a healthy byproduct of a growing economy.  It had been stagnant for so long that economists were furrowing their eyebrows.

     "As with the April report, the May CPI inflation reporte from the Bureau of Labor Statistics (BLS) highlighted that prices rose across the board by a lot.  Overall, prices in May climbed 5% year over year, the biggest such gain in the headline CPI data since August 2008. Even when you strip out volatile food and energy prices—so-called core CPI inflation—prices rose by 3.8% year over year in May (forbes.com)."

     Investors need to know that inflation will remain enlarged.  The stock market will make a noticeable shift.  A selloff, approximately 15%, will take place. Investors, get on your toes.

     "Persistently high inflation will move the 10-year Treasury yield to 2% and get the Federal Reserve to start tapering its stimulus by the end of the year. Both will rattle the stock market(MarketWatch.com)."

     As the bull market proceeds, stocks will go higher.  Companies are positioning for strong economic growth. Earnings are higher, valuations are lower, and investors feel more comfortable.

     Famous Thoughts on Inflation: 

     "Inflation is taxation without legislation."

          -Milton Friedman,

1912 through 2006, (A Theory of the Consumption Function)- author, famous for his point of view, Keynesian view.  Individuals and households adjust their expenditures on consumption to reflect their current income. He stated, people’s annual consumption is a function of their permanent income.

     "The lesson is clear. Inflation devalues us all."

          -Margaret Thatcher, 

1925 through 2013, accelerated the evolution of the British economy from statism to liberalism.

     '...the deficit levels...are unsustainable. At a certain point, other countries stop buying debt, we have to raise interest rates, and it will create economic inflation."

          -Barack Obama, 

1961, U.S. President 2009 through 2017, utilized new policies, diplomacy, and rhetoric in order to reverse a sharp decline in world opinion toward this country.

     In my opinion, our Labor Force should experience a severe wage increase.  Our struggling workers deserve to be able to pay bills and live a comfortable life.

     Possible results with wage increases could result in a market pointed towards inflation.  Wage push inflation might result.  Wage push inflation is an overall rise in the cost of goods that results from a rise in wages (investopedia.com).  

     We're already going through inflation.  We might as well pay a higher wage to everyone.

     To maintain corporate profits after an increase in wages, employers must increase the prices they charge for the goods and services they provide.  The federal and state governments have the power to increase the minimum wage.  With a higher money supply, consumers have more spending power, so the demand for goods increases. An increase in demand for goods then increases the price of goods in the broader market.

     Inflation can be stopped.  Governments can use wage and price controls to fight inflation, but that can cause recession and job losses. Governments can also employ a contractionary monetary policy to fight inflation by reducing the money supply within an economy via decreased bond prices and increased interest rates.

     The government is already acting.  

     "Amid a booming economy and rising inflation, the Federal Reserve this week could signal that it's likely to move up the timetable for withdrawing the extraordinary stimulus measures it has enacted during the COVID-19 pandemic (USAtoday.com)."

Impotence. What causes the condition?

     The state of being impotent (Merriam-Webster).  You could have a weak libido.  Sexual uselessness isn't considerable.  Erectile-dysfunction is the result of many causes.

     Are you suffering from depression?  The brain is very important. Concentration is the key. Depression kicks desire and rolls into erectile dysfunction. Depression treatment drugs suppress your sex drive.  Forget about an erection.

     How much alcohol have you consumed?  A few drinks, to get in the mood, are permissive.  Extreme inebriation will fight off an erection. Aim towards three, or fewer drinks per day (CDC.gov).

     Medications aren't negotiable.  Examine the contents of your medicine cabinet. Label typed side-effects might specifically stipulate erectile-dysfunction, (ED).  Blood pressure drugs, pain medications, and antidepressants tussle with the tool . Do not cease taking medicines without consulting with your doctor.  Street drugs like amphetamines, cocaine, and marijuana can cause sexual problems in men, too.  Pay attention.

     Are you stressed?  Mood swings aren't helpful. Stress is a penis pull in the opposite direction. Think of making lifestyle changes.  Lean towards well-being and relaxation.  Seek out exercising regularly, and getting enough sleep.

     Anger is rough.  Anger can make the blood rush to your face.  An erection is a blood rush to the penis.  Rage is not romance.  Your body experiences the fight or flight response during an anger episode.  An erection is complicated at that moment.  Getting strung up will definitely pose a risk to getting impotency.

     Are you and anxiety best buds?  Worrying that you won't perform will lead you into error engrossment. Anxiety spills into everything. You will fear intimacy.  It's vicious.  Take it one step at a time.

     Middle-aged mass spread can become unsexy.  Stay in shape.  Extra pounds can impact your sexual performance.  Maintain your self-esteem. Obese men have lower levels of the male hormone testosterone.  An erection is the result of sexual desire. Obesity is linked to high blood pressure and hardening of the arteries, which can reduce blood flow to the penis. (mayoclinic.org)

     Work on your self image.  Stop at the mirror.  Whisper something nice to yourself.  When you don't like what you see in the mirror, you start to reason that your mate agrees with you.  A negative self-image can point towards penis performance anxiety.  Sex is too much work.

     Why is your libido low?  Low libido and erectile dysfunction have the same factors that stifle an erection.  Those factors also foul your fascination with sex.

     A toast to your health. 

Health conditions affect the nerves, muscles, or blood flow that is needed to have an erection. Diabetes, high blood pressure, hardening of the arteries, spinal cord injuries, and multiple sclerosis drive erectile dysfunction. Prostate or bladder problem surgery can also affect the nerves and blood vessels that control an erection.  The entire process to form an erection is scientifically sensitive.

     Erection enhancement solutions are everywhere (WebMD.com).  Talk to your doctor about your erection problems. Your doctor can pinpoint the problem source.  Apply lifestyle interventions.   Quit smoking.   Lose weight.  Research some ED drugs.  Try out some hormone treatments. Suction devices are useful. Try counseling, also.

Happiness is Huge!

Happiness-

a state of well-being and contentment

(Merriamwebster.com)

     It is the huge feeling of joy, the opposite of misery. 

"Wherever you go,

Carry happiness

With you."

Short poem on Happiness- By Sri Chinmoy

     In america, the weekends and the holidays are the happiest times of the year.  The period from Friday evening through Sunday evening, especially regarded as a time for leisure, is the weekend.  "You"-time.  Family-time. Happy-time.  During the week, most individuals work.  

     Humans experience happiness as a stimulated emotion spawning from the brain. Chemicals create euphoria.

"Imaging studies suggest that the happiness response originates partly in the limbic cortex. Another area called the precuneus also plays a role. The precuneus is involved in retrieving memories, maintaining your sense of self, and focusing your attention as you move about your environment." (Healthline.com)

     Sociologically speaking, we identify happiness through facial expressions.  A smile is obviously happiness. Happiness encompasses any positive emotional display.  It's acceptable.  Sometimes it's integral.

"Happiness is not something you postpone for the future; it is something you design for the present."

Short poem on happiness- by Jim Rohn.

     Practice makes perfect. Seek out pleasurable emotions and sensations. Utilize your true self. Find activities that combine those moments.

     One of the most memorable phrases from the Declaration of Independence was on life, liberty, and the pursuit of happiness. 

     We know happiness.  It's free.  Keep it.  2020 might be one of the saddest moments in global history.  Happiness is a state of wellness.  The news and media should support this a bit more.

"Happiness is one of the many emotions

maybe the greatest off all."

Excerpt from a poem on happiness- Noami Burdett.

Slow n Low, Book 2, Chapter 5

Slow-n-Low 2021

     (Fade in from darkness...)

     Apaline, Henley, and Dimitri decided to leave the club early.  Covid-19 was successfully sucking the fun out of everything, damn there.  Aside from the deadly pandemic, they all had a busy schedule slated for the next day.  Dimitri kept snowflakes.

     Apaline could've been a model.  She could have been a super model.  

     "I've been on this fucking social media too long.  This trip is, too long.  I'm hungry, but I've neglected my cardio workout for the last couple of days. The hardest part about staying in shape is actually going to the gym, on schedule."

     Henley has some comebacks for your ass. "A salad is always a nice change of pace. No promises; no demands.  I learned to make a Walnut Cranberry salad a while back.  It's pretty good."

     "The cranberries are good.  I don't think they're real fruits. They're too healthy.  Fruits are natural sugar.  Are they supposed to be so healthy?  You eat a fruit, and you piss better.  Who the fuck figured that out?" 

     "I use spring mix for the lettuce leaves. I have big chunky nuts.  I think there's some dressing in there, too ."

     "Henney, that shit is probably old as fuck!  Haha.  Don't try to get rid of some old ass dressing with me.  Shits all extra thick.  That's not how dressing is supposed to look.  You better chef-ramsey that crap.  Now that I think about it, Thousand Island dressing looks like vomit.  Red wine and beer vomit.  Pepperoni pizza vomit.  Haha.  Salad actually has a putrid smell."

    Henley enticed, "Almost like old ground beef.  Hamburger.  Maybe a triple double.  No fries, onion rings, girl.  Give me a shake, and extra sauce on the side. Na' mean?"  

    "I should log on to (fuck my order up at mcd dot com) and place a bet.  Fuck fast food, that shit is trash."  Apa 8 smiled.

     They found themselves thinking about thinking.  Some things are worth thinking about, while other things seem to be so elusive that the best thinkers of the world can't grasp that particular concept.

     Aside from it all, and through the fog, there was a nonchalant frisky little breeze.

     Being Apa 8, she felt like being Apa 8.7.  She felt empty.  It was starting up again.  She felt like she deserved a beat down.  Slut-dirty was her pretty name.  Butt-hurry was her quiet time game. Vagy-tushy, long finger the booshy-gooshy...haha. All she could muster was...

     "I'm very, fucking high.  That is not the same grade as before, baby boy."

     "Apa, quit laughing before you make me start cheesing and shit, like one of your bitches.  I gotta give this to you, dough.  You get some bad bitches passing through here sometimes, witch, yo-dike ass," Hen 9 called it.

    They smacked hands like it was a bet.  Eye contact, squeeze, and shake.  A loud smack, too. 8 pushed herself down in between, really quickly, in his peripheral vision.

     "You'd no it, punk ass," grinned Apa 8.

Wasn't she, Apa 8,...

...standing in a huge parking lot, she thought to herself?

     If I'm flying where are my car keys, he, Hen 9, reasoned to himself?

     "I, I, I.   Would you, you, you...  Huh, huh, huh, me, me, me..." Henley was faded.

     "Just pass out."  The Russian came walking up to them, shaking his keys.  "Pass out, dude,"  his supposed friend kept saying.  "Drugs are great toys."

     "Fffern asshole."

     "Yebat tebya," he howled jokingly.  

     They seemed down.  When they hit bottom he was prepared to kick the fuck out of them.  He felt offended that they thought him to be one of their own. 

     "Lala-Americans."

     Slam!  The cacaphonic reverberations blanketed the parking lot.

     Their disturbing mumblings repeated. They took place in parallel time with the hands on the clock.

     Apa 8 began to regain her consciousness.  She patted herself down like an awkward police officer and found a cigarette.  Now, she had to find her lighter that always turned up in the last place she figured it would be.  A grimy, disgusting, rat head was laying on the...

     "No, it's not."  Apa 8 got a grip on herself.

     Flick flick...  

     "Menthol is wonderful," she speculated, as the dark cloud ascended into the sky. 

She looked at her watch and began to go over the events in her head.

     Apaline: (Thinking)  We still have enough time to jump in the fucking pool.  Why the fuck is this bastard still so full of energy.  I knew he was some sort of weird ass.  I'll have this fucking faggot with nowhere to go.  She lightly tongued her finger. "Punk."

     Instantly, as if he'd been patiently waiting for his cue, Dimitri put her in a choke hold.  He keekeed a little.

    "Not me, no punk, not me." Dimitri gave a squeeze.

    He cranked the hold a bit.  He tilted her into his drug-induced bulge.

     Hen 9 was gone.

     Apa 8 didn't squirm, or grunt sweetly.  She had a look that said, give it to me exactly how you want it.

     Dimitri, blushing, let her go.  He felt like a coward, now.  A coward with a hard-on, though.  He had a look like, he knew she was evil and he might cum, too. 

     "Hoe." Dimitri liked that word.  Antiquated yet fitting.

     Apaline took off toward the pool.  The Russian chased her.

     Dimitri yelled, "Bitch, don't forget to call Low, first."

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     Raitlin was on the brink.  Her apartment management seemed to take pride in evicting her.  The economic meltdown was securing its effects on her pockets.  She spoke to her friends about making money online.  Raitlin took a referral.

     Bentlee the Chinaman, knew of her.  He picked her up, and gave her the details.

     "Cao ni", 操你.

     "What?!" Raitlin seemed confused.

     Bentlee, The Chinaman, responded, "Take a bath."

     Raitlin: (Thinking) She is off the streets for a day, or at least part of the day.  A bath is golden.

     Chinaman spoke through the door.  

     "As we discussed in the car, you have an option to work online.  We have an office space opened up.  You become all American chat girl.  Go viral, or some shit, ride.  You likeable, you get paid."

     Lin emerged from the bath.  She could hear her clothes in the washer.  

     "I wasted my time with a punk, once before."

   "Take another bath, no questions," Bentlee ordered.

   "Kay, baby." Lin requested some shampoo.  

     An unusually happy lady came down the hallway.  She looked like she was a hotel janitorial staff person.  

     "Neutragena.  Very good."  Raitlin gestured at the lady searching for a smile in return.

     She hoped she could sit in a room all day, or night, and chat.  How long would it be until she was found by her old boss, her man, her stalker, possibly her killer? She searched inside herself for some feelings on the subject. Nothing.

     After the lady gave her clean clothes back, she was introduced to the secretary. She was going to have an interview. The Chinaman recommended that she not lie to her. If she had any issues, she should be true. 

     "Honesty is the best policy around here. Reassuringly, I'll be leaving but you would find me next door."

     He proceeded to dial Low's number. He left the message.

     Raitlin felt weird because the building seemed to be a shopping center that was all connected together. It was also brand new. There was also no store there.  That was simply a front.

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     Knox stepped out of a popular restaurant on a quiet evening.  

     Knox, K 7,  dreamed of becoming the climax to his own story.

     "How long has it been 7?" He peered at his cell phone reflection encrusted behind the apps.  "How long has it been since I've been respected as an individual?"  

     Knox had always felt like a number, not a person. As fitting as the wrongly placed label may seem...

     "This sum bullshit.  It hurts," muttering to himself. "When will they understand who we are? Why is that people look through me like a glass window? I enjoy everything about being online. The screens aren't breathing, but they stare at onlookers with a curious expression.  They offer, in return, a dark, eyeless shadow of themselves.  The reserve instructions, given by an unknown party, are an intricately detailed option as opposed to just simply an order to stay in line.  Even if some foreign douche decides to show his self online it doesn't seem real. I can recognize deepfake."

     As he walked past the mirror he looked at it and smiled to himself.

     "I love this."

     Simultaneously, a passerby looked in response to a strange under the breath comment.  

     "What it is, asswipe?  Nosey ass bastards!" 

     At that moment, two men dressed in black barreled out of the bushes with two guns.  It was happening too fast to perfectly see the weapons, though. K 7 glanced around 360°.  No witnesses.  Almost like tryouts for a professional football team, he cut right , left, three steps, sprinted all out.  If they weren't prepared to shoot, then, too fucking bad.  Shoulder first, then head up.

      He didn't stop as all of his weight scooped the aggressive person up. 

     He chopped at the back of his legs.  The dude's head smacked the pavement.  He isn't going to get up in time to help his partner.  He shoulder rolled over his victim's face.  He accepted a kick, and snatched an ankle, simultaneously.  The aggressor was familiar with the move.  He swiveled.  K 7 was on his feet, now.  No onlookers.  Cool.  

     Yap! Yap!  Two pistol shots.  

     He zig zagged the fuck out of there.  No more shots.  The aggressive is on the defensive.  Knox made the block perimeter.  Just as fast as it started, it was over. Breathing through the nose and out of his mouth, he was absent of any look that could be a giveaway.

     It was vaguely familiar that there was nothing left on the street. The street seems to always tell its own story really quietly. If you look, there's a million things on the ground. Pieces of car from a car wreck, somebody's hair, old ass jewelry, empty bags, beer can lids, toys, gravel, and other bullshit.  

     There are old signs from stores that closed a long time ago.  On sale signs, that faded from working overtime are still there.  The signs are serving as forget-me-nots for the old owners.

     Then, he saw a bullet casing.  He scavengered around for the second round and found it.  He pocketed both of them and walked off happy that there was no trace of anything that had just never taken place. In this case, you have to make up something and believe it is as if it were true. Believe your own lie.  That's the only thing that makes a lie believable. Just remember not to alter your own memory. That lie could become reality.  Keep the real shit to yourself.

     All this was passing through his head as he made the block to his own car.  The car seemed happy to see him. It's  the fob in his pocket.  Once he opened the door the personalized greeting spoke to him.  

     "Take me home," he said. The car responded with a computer like, "okay."

     Out of all the cars he'd had, self-driving is on another level. He's just waiting for the computer to get road rage. Its so relaxing to sit and fuck with his phone or whatever until he pulls up in front of the house.  His car tells him, "We're here." It's not new, but it's new to him.  He even paid for a self-closing door. He just gets out of the car and walks off. At home, the car has three saved places where he can park. 

     "Spot number one."  The car slowly creeps away.

     He jumped in the shower and threw his clothes in the washing machine. After they're clean he's going to throw them in the trash. He would burn them, but the maid might see that as a bit unusual.  It might be something for her to remember.

     He already has an idea of who shot at him.  He messaged Low, on time, needless to say.

---

     Rysace Ubered over to the dealership.  There it was.  The car was high-tech. Hi-Tech enough for the presence of a button.  A few buttons, gaming type, to be exact.  The untamed villain could crawl ultra ninja silent or surge into a pure screaming muscle rage.  

     How much crap can you shove under the hood?  Rysace smirked.  Then, he tapped his wallet, simultaneously. 

     Rysace: (Thinking) "These jerks might need an arm, a leg, and the tip of my dickhead."

     The saleswoman lerched from peripheral view, suited to match the aura of the car. 

     

     Rysace: (Thinking) Dangerously, fine ass, bitch wants to ask me something.  If she were to drop to her knees and let me smack her in the face with naked meat, shot would go viral, broad."

     Enlightened, the saleswoman chimed in. "So, are you looking to make monthly payments?  We have a nice leasing contract.  Great mileage, and maintenance package, too"

     "Is that so...," he grinned.  "I'm Rysace, but they like Sace instead. I have some add-ons, so I'd have a flat bed pick it up and take it straight to my stereo company."

     "So, it seems like you've already made a choice?

     "Yes, no mistake about it. I was online for damn there 3 weeks.  I found her. I had to go get her. Now, me and her are a pair. I never meant to hurt her. But, I'm sending her away. I want her to get better."

     "Would you please stop, it's just a car." She was touching amused.

     "Yeah, right now it is. That's why I'm sending her away."

     Sexy fine leaned in deceptively close, with a European accent, "Are you Batman?"

     "Nooo, but I bet you would make a serious fucking Harley Quinn."

     Sexy fine comes back with, "All of that chit chat is going to get you hurt.  Mister Jay is not far from you, brother."  She winked her eye like a true Harley Quinn could.

     "Oh, fuck you in the ass, then you sound just like her."

     "Only for our VIPs, bb." She crossed her legs while standing, and faced the window at a perfect angle.  The angle made Sace see her as a lifeless pale, with black lipstick on.

  

     He started to walk away and told her to check her email.  

     "All of the information is there. I'll have someone check on the details, later. Thanks. When the car is done I'm coming back to you to give you a ride." 

     The automatic sliding doors had opened and closed before she could respond.  Rysace made the call.  He hung up after leaving a message.

---

     Mila didn't like being in a situation where he had to rely on others to finish a project. 

     Mila spoke harshly, "There has to be a way out. If there is no way out of it I'll make damn sure there's a way out of it. If I have to bulldoze this bitch, these fuckheads will get the fuck out of my way."

     Heidi was frightened to hear him talk like that. Yet, she understood that he had no choice. How he pulled a trick out of the bag, she did not know. But, she enjoyed all of it.

     "What the fuck are you doing?  Let's go.  Don't say shit!

     If you don't know shit you're not liable for shit. This isn't a fucking movie if I feel like you are a worthless ass liability, I'll kill you my fucking self.  Truthfully, you'd rather have me dump you, rather than let those nasty fucks pussy rape you, and turn you into a hooker.  Then, they turn their back on you when you stop making money.  Some sicko fuck murders you anyway."

     Heidi dim wittedly displayed the same pistol he gave her not too long ago.  "How about I pop a cap in your ass?"

     Mila slept her...

     It's not hard to K.O. something that delicate.  He slung her over his shoulder like an old t-shirt.  He grabbed the duffle with the other hand.  "OK Google, call Low."

     When the phone rang he made his phone play a ringtone, then he hung up.  He couldn't help sneaking a peek at her butt cheek. Yeah, she's coming.  He wasn't going to kill her, today.

---

    Slow was at home. He'd found some alone time.

    Slow looked around the room. He wasn't looking for anything.  The questionable look was thought-provoking action.  He aimed at home row and proceeded to type at 170 words per minute.

     

     It's difficult for them to understand a real problem. Everything they've known, cared about, and experienced is a game. 

     If you can pay for it, they have it.  That is their leverage.  Materialism.  Fake.  Plasticity.  They don't value having a soul.  Feel better to make someone else feel worse.  Hatred is a conduit. Atheism is a conduit. Wealth is a conduit.  Their whole personality says -what the fuck haven't I done before-, and it really shows.  They're celebrities in their own world.  They feel like there's something wrong if somebody doesn't know them. Weird shit is normal and normal shit is weird.  One goal of theirs includes waiting to kick you when you're down.

     The automated computer alarm told him to call Low.

---

     Cang and his men met at the loft.  The agenda was covered with the rundown of the events from the previous evening.

     

     "Cang, who was completely overpowered?!"

     

      "I told you, the guy hit him, and the guy felll like a curtain off of a walmart curtain rod," Cang responded.

     "You're full of shit. Stop fucking lying!"

    "We all took off before anything else happened.  Dude jumped on top of him, and processed his face.  It was some sort of fucking rage.  No one wants to go to jail behind that shit. We're all leery about being here, anyfuckinway."

     "I told you that fucking chip was on some other level."

     "I don't even think it'll be in the news. I mean who really cares about that sort of shit. Some foreign ass bastards fucking around, and somebody got their face massaged.  Haha.  What do they call that shit, deep-tissue like a motherfucka."

     "Man, shut the fuck up! What the fuck is so funny?  Can you ever be fucking serious?"

     "Who's fucking laughing? How can I make this seem serious when you cuss like we're still in the goddamn Hood.  Did you ever read about Don King, when he mashed that dude's face?"

     "You can't answer a question with a question. Now, he's trying to present me with a sad story?  You always have some fraud story like the grim reaper standing next to you."

     "Why?"

      "That's some wshh type shit."

     "Right. Heavy-R, like a mufucka."

     "That'll be the last place you want to see that shit on some fucking social-ass media. Keep on fucking around."

     "I suppose I got one more time, huh."

     "Bitch, I'll drop you right here." Cang got cold.

     In the background, instigators did their thing.  "But, you won't whoop that mufucka?"

     The camouflaged pistol was introduced.  "I'm high right now.  You real-lucky I don't just knock your head off your shoulders."

     Haha, "That's what old boy shoulda did before he got his gotdamn face mashed in the pavement."

     The group stirred up and laughed in a uniform, yet defiant manner.  They all knew, very well, how the situation had evolved.  Since they were in a foreign place, the situation was on their side.  The environment doesn't want them there.  When they decide to disappear, none the wiser.  Foreigners are always doing something abnormal, right?  Either, theyre unnecessarily getting high, or they're getting loud with some who'cloud that nobody understands.  All they had to do was hold it down. It wasn't that easy, though.  It was like being put in a cage match with a trained champion brawler that didn't even realize he was slipped something, and high out of his mind.  Yeah, they can hold it down, but that's not the problem.

---

     Duke had traveled for a few hours from the airport in order to find Seo.  Seo greeted him with, "Man, check this out."

     

     "Seo, how come you never thought about MIT?"

     "In my foot my what? I would just be paying bills all the fucking time. Do you see this shit. We're overseas and I've never even had a fucking social security card."

     "Yeah, I completely and utterly understand," Duke spitefully matched wits.  "You brought me over here for a wedding.  You're not even close to being married. Why do I feel like you fucked me.  Even though we're not in America I'm sort of related to this fucking shit now.  I'm a goddamn accessory.  Why did it not ever cross your mind that I would shoot you right in the fucking face for fucking up my life?"

     "Whoa bro. Pump your brakes,  son. Count this out."

     Out of nowhere he flips out a money counter.

     There were boxes everywhere. It reminded him of working at Amazon. He had to count it a second time. He had to count it a third time.

     "Oh, so now you can buy a motherfucker.  I told you I'm an expensive bitch.  Haha.  Nice though very, very nice touch.  This will pay for some shit right here.  Let me think for a minute."

     "No problem. No motherfucking problems.  He peered at his phone. I just saw those two fucking bitches jump in the water. Nearest cock with cash money.  Sounds like they're calling my name. Seo, come fuck us! Attempting to post-baby.  I'll be in the pool when you're done thinking." Seo walked like a fucking pimp.

     "All right. OK Google, call Low." When the phone rang, he played his own ringtone and then hung up.

---

     

     Simon found the location that made a perfect fit into his financial puzzle.  He was lucky.

     Simon found it difficult to find another way to be motivated. The new house to move into was right on point. All of the boxes were checked. The only thing he'd rather not go for was actually moving all the stuff.  

     He sipped his caffeine. He gave an overly obnoxious slurp.

     He realized they're actually hoarding!  He'd had too much caffeine this morning.  Too late though, he had already popped open three trash bags.  Fishy goes, that goes, old shit goes, that's new.  

     "Hmmm, what the fuck?"

     Eww, that shit goes, definitely.  Old magazines, dirty ass shirts, outdated jeans, too used sneakers-I'd feel dumb if  eBay sent me some shit like that, broke gadgets I'm not going to fix, and that makes two bags full.  I haven't made a trip to the mall in a while. I guess some lucky bastard will have to find some nice shit in Goodwill.  All these awkward fitting clothes are going, too. One big box is more efficient.

     Let me make a phone call real quick... "OK Google, call Low." He made his phone play a ringtone, then he hung up.

---

     Low and his neighbor were playing basketball.  Hooping.  Balling.

     Low gave him a sideways glance.  "How old you think I am, dumbass." 

     Screech!  

     Only Nikes do that shit.  Low pulled up with a two handed gorilla dunk.

     Just then you could hear in the background, "You have a message." It repeated about 3,000 more times.

     "That's 10, anyway."

     Fuck that. Neighbor grabbed the ball.  "Game point. There's $50 in my wallet, right there."

     "Ball in!"  Low smacked the shit out of the ball.

     Half falling, he swivelled, picked up the ball, and sprang from the pavement on a left-handed throw down. 

     On a miss, Low tried to rebound his own shot.  Neighbor smacked the shit out of the ball! He took an elbow in the lip, but he reset at the top of the key.  He started rocking back and forth.  He twitched, drive faked, dribbled, and lost it.  

     Low scrambled like eggs, smacked the ball on the blacktop, and leaned his left shoulder into his opponents abdomen. Right as he stumbled back, Low popped backwards with his legs kicked perfectly underneath him, and let loose with an accent on his wrist. He let his hand hang in the air as if he was giving somebody dap. Hack!  The net popped.

     "GAME!"

---

     Zantine left the ringtone message for Low.  He leaned back in Kumo chair.

     Zantine smiled.  His teeth were blindingly white. 

     Megaplex 2021 was close to being as foolproof as you can make any business.  The lot it was laid upon was originally for five different department stores.

     It is a Laundromat.

     Zantine went over his mental list: 

-Pool light show (heated during the winter and cooled off during summer)

-Parking garage/ first three floors free/4th floor was open to entrepreneurial use (car repairs, detailing, bright lights), the upper floors were paid parking, the very top floor had a roof with a Park (if you concrete benches, a couple of grills, and the restroom)/ elevator

-Lounge

-Liquor store

-Loud music from live V.J./ app made requests

-Dollar store

-Gym

-Seating of all sorts (standing tables, chairs, benches, etc.)

-Grounds keepers (bouncers/customer service reps/janitors)

-24 7

-Free wifi

-Big screens

-Interactive social media in the pool area

-Touch screens everywhere (commercials for everything)

-Some of the walls were open for grafitti art.

-Loitering was allowed

-Completely ethnic

    Investors tried to complain they only hire black people, but there were other businesses around town that did the same thing so it didn't matter.  It seems like because of the black crowd the police would have a problem. That wasn't true because how can you be mad at somebody washing their clothes, and shopping at the dollar store.

     Obnoxious people were encouraged.  This place was built for the black community. It was clinging to all of those things that other businesses frowned upon. It was clinging to black lives.

     The combination in that particular area was unheard of.  A 24-hour dollar store was extraordinary.  

    Megaplex was picking up where Walmart left off.  The front of the stores had a long decorated Street. The design was for people to show off their cars. The parking garage was plenty so the entire front of the store was pushed to the edge of the block. 

     The facility was completely air conditioned. There was a structure within a structure.  The simple design wasn't that great, yet it was very functional. Everyone was involved.  

     Seo, Jugas, Slow, Low, Zantine, Hen 9 , Apa 8, Dimitri, Bentlee, K 7, Rysace, Mila, Cang, Duke, Simon,

and other investing parties were gain grubbing.

     It was hard to find a place where you could out of the pool, go and check your clothes in the washing machine, get some sort of alcoholic beverage, and then take the elevator to the roof to watch the sun go down.  The pool was the light show to encourage a barrage of bikinis. The black community was a lot larger than the city knew.  There are expenses. The revenue was lovely.

---

     The sky began to fade into beautifully dark shades of blue.  A wide variety of vehicles ascended on Low's kingdom, as he liked to say. They all stayed in communications with one another.  It didn't change anything.  This is another fucking Slow -n- Low production.

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     Fast Food Updates to Old Places

     Have you worn out your old glasses looking to increase sales in your store? Are you experiencing a sales slump. Perhaps things are going great and you want to keep the momentum.

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Bad Calories vs Good Calories.

     Humans rely on calories to survive, and proliferate.  Calories supply the needed energy.  Energy is the currency of the cell.  Humans need energy to remain living.  Why are there good calories and bad calories?

     Good calories are designated as such because they have nutritional value. Nutritional value means that they will supply lean protein, healthy fats, and complex carbohydrates. These good calories will also come from fresh whole foods, quality meal replacements, and over-the-counter supplements. They have nutrient density.  Consistently, you'll find that the monetary amount for the food depends on the quality of the calories.  When you have the chance, compare the price of a calcium packed gallon of milk to an equally sized, sugar packed portion of soda.  The ratio is really revealing.

     In opposition of good calories, the bad ones won't provide any nutritional value, whatsoever.  None.  Individuals dedicate themselves toward removing bad calories from their diet. Bad calories are harmful to your health.  Crummy calories don't score in the nutrient game.  These erroneously, cheesy calories ride the bench. The coach wants these bad calories off the team.

     Life continuation of the intelligent species leans on efficient calorie counting.  Calories supply energy. Energy is the currency of the cell.  Adenosine triphosphate, or ATP, is energy.  There are easy ways to find good calories.

     Use a calorie calculator.  Calorie calculators are based on scientifically proven equations.  These equations result in an average.  The Harris-Benedict Equation was one of the earliest equations used to calculate basal metabolic rate (BMR), which is the amount of energy expended per day at rest. 

     The question: 

     Why are there good calories and bad calories?

     The answer:

     Nutritional value differentiation