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Let me start by saying I’m breaching contract by sharing this. If the company’s lookouts link this post to me – which they will – I’ll be disgraced, and any chance at getting a job in this profession again will be out of the picture. I have the common sense to keep my name unknown, but all that’s gonna do is slow them down.
Keeping this hidden would be a crime against humanity of the highest order. You all deserve to know, as terrible as it is.
I work at an unnamed technological research company as, you guessed it, a researcher. In recent years, we’ve made astonishing advancements in developing technology that can interact with and harness tachyons.
Tachyons are particles that travel faster than light; that’s the most important part. They’ve been a subject of theoretical physics since the late 60s, but as far as public knowledge goes, they’re still just that. Theoretical.
But they are most certainly real. Well, not “tachyons” per se, though their behaviour is equatable. I won’t bore you with the technicalities, but the result of a particle travelling faster than light is that said particle is able to, effectively, travel backwards in time.
My other group members and I have been experimenting with these particles for the best part of two years now. We’ve made major advances, but that’s not what I’m here to talk about.
Yesterday, 23/03/2023, at 09:07 am, my equipment detected a tachyon signal. This was in the morning, mind you, and no tests had yet been carried out. From what I can tell, this signal originated – or, rather, will originate – from elsewhere.
Playing it out loud, it at first just sounded like a garbled mess of frequencies. But after observing the audio structure, I found it to be made up of thousands of tones, of which there were only two types – long, and short.
The realisation hit pretty quick. It was Morse code, or, at least, it could be interpreted as such. The most fundamental form of digital communication known to man. So, I ran it through an auto-interpreter a few times, and got a fully coherent message.
I refuse to believe that I’m seeing patterns where there are none. The chances are so astronomically low that I can’t feasibly consider it to be a random signal, especially considering I’ve never received one from somewhere outside the lab.
I’m going to copy over the translation here. I do not wish to instil panic, but please, spread this post. People need to be aware that this is a real possibility.
To whomever is reading this, prepare yourself.
Here it is.
[TRANSCRIPT BEGIN]
Hi.
My name is Tim Hermelle. Before I write down this account, I should insist that this is the truth. This is happening to us all right now. This is not a joke, prank, or an interactive project.
This is the truth. You HAVE to believe what you are about to read, for our sakes.
Okay, with that out of the way… shit, it’s getting closer. I’ll write down what I can before we’re pulled back to the city, to join the others. I hope enough context is given in my account for you to fully understand.
I live - lived - in the great city of Pharades (that’s Pha-ra-dees). The utopia of humanity’s future. Life was amazing. Every aspect brought joy and satisfaction to every person. No hunger, thirst, no overpopulation, pollution… a Nirvana if there ever was. The level of advancement may be difficult for some of you to believe
Work was optional, and automatons would fill the spaces left by those choosing to pursue their own personal dreams. Even so, a large number of people here still choose to have jobs, vocations I suppose. Healthcare was unparalleled, and not one person has died during my time here.
Everything major was decided by a vote. It was the perfect democratic system, but I’m no politician, so I wouldn’t be able to explain to you why that is.
Hell, we even had a collective vote to decide the next week’s weather every Sunday. That’s right, we’d taken control of the weather. Want to splash around in puddles, smelling the petrichor? Maybe get a tan on? You’d just have to go and vote for it.
Pharades was, without hyperbole, fucking beautiful. In between the city blocks, there were great swathes of woodland and meadows. Crystal rivers flowed underneath silver bridges, and leaves of every colour painted the landscape like polka dots.
And the city itself, well, they say nature trumps anything manmade in terms of beauty, but I disagree. The intricately designed towers were accented by all the most complementary colours, gold, chrome, red, blue, any combination you could imagine, it was here. Arches, spirals, and patterns of every variety adorned the structures.
The day in question was a Wednesday – not that days of the week held any particular significance anymore. I’d planned to meet with two of my buddies, Erin and Tuan, at our favourite coffee shop a couple of districts over, in the Wantania area.
Historically, the journey may have been arduous, or frustrating. Not now. Most people didn’t even use vehicles anymore – instead, the city had built a vast underground network of ever-shifting and rearranging tracks, called “Tubyrinth”. Each person owned a personal pod of sorts, customisable to any degree.
I input Wantania Central, and hopped inside. My pod contained a sofa and a minifridge, stocked up with my favourite drinks. The journey was always snappy. Each time, the underground superstructure would arrange a new and unique track to be used, direct to a reserved bay.
Just fifteen minutes later, I was stood under the vaulted, ornamental expanse of the station roof, a hundred or so feet above. I always stopped here to just stare upwards for a moment, absorbing the imaginative architecture.
After exiting the station, I was surprised to see that both Erin and Tuan were already waiting for me outside. The good kind of surprised, that slaps a goofy smile onto your face.
“Took you long enough!” Tuan chuckled, finding the irony in his own words hilarious.
“God, I know right?” added Erin, “I was worried I’d need crutches after standing out here waiting!”
“Well, heh, you’re not gonna like this next part,” I joked, and we set off down the street, laughing. Our favourite café was called “Beansmith’s Forge”. It was a cheesy, but endearing name, and the theme fit the three of us like a glove; as I said before, we’d been working on worldbuilding for our fantasy RPG, an immersive neurolink VR experience, where the player could design their own character and have a unique questline auto-generated out of a complex system.
We ordered brunch, and, of course, coffee. I won’t get into the details of our talks, but we quickly finished up, paid, and set off down Gerben Street.
The more exciting event of the day was our session booked at the aptly named Noji Box, something you could call an “anti-grav playground”. Admittedly, I’ve never fully known how it works, just that it involves paired wormholes, immensely powerful electromagnets, and a huge vacuum-chamber.
One thing I was always grateful for was that the automatons, who I saw working robotically through storefront windows, were withheld any accurate human likeness – I’m sure you’ve heard of the uncanny valley, so you’ll know what I mean. They fell just short of it.
All was calm on the walk, as to be expected. We made it to the Noji Box in good time, ten minutes before our session booking. I get it’s company policy to take everyone through the safety basics, but it was admittedly a little boring after many, many past visits.
The only real requirement was that you’d have to wear an “osteopatic suit”. No, osteostatic? Something about keeping your bones from floating away from each other, or from disappearing over time.
We were suited up, ready to enter “S.S. Slamdown”, when a sudden tremor shook the building’s foundations. Everyone shared the same puzzled expression – not once had something like that ever happened in Pharades.
The staff looked a bit stumped at first. I guess they never had to deal with a situation like this in the past. To our dismay, but unsurprisingly, our session was cancelled, and we were told that they would call us later to sort out a re-booking.
I had the strangest feeling when we left and began back down the road. Something similar to déjà vu, but not quite. Like nostalgia, but without the accompanying feeling of reminiscence or joy.
Trying to brush it off, I distracted my mind by humming a tune. I didn’t know what it was from, at the time, but I knew it was a stringed melody. A violin? Thing is, I wasn’t really humming it as much as hearing it in my head.
We rounded a corner, and Erin paused in surprise.
“Oh, that’s… hey, that’s Jeremiah! He’s been playing that fiddle the street over from mine for the past, what, two weeks? Come on, let’s go listen.”
I grew confused when we approached, only to hear the exact same melody that had just been looping in my head. Before I’d heard this guy playing. I don’t remember stumbling upon this particular street performer before this point.
We stood listening for a few minutes, then continued our walk. Thoughts no longer infested with that tune, I was hit with what I can only describe as a taste. The savoury taste of something on my tongue, complete with mustard and relish. Meat of some kind?
The concern started to flourish when we came upon a food truck, and Tuan asked if we were hungry. Sure, we’d just eaten at the coffee shop, but I could fit in one more tasty bite. He offered to pay, which we gladly accepted, and he returned with… hotdogs. With mustard. And relish.
My gratitude masked the ever-growing confusion within me. Was this just a weird coincidence, or something else? Did I know we were going to get hotdogs?
We wound up back at the station, where a feeling of detached sorrow welled up inside me, something you might feel after recalling a bad memory from which you’ve since recovered. I understood then that I would run into my on-good-terms ex inside. But, before we could enter, another rumbling tremor swept across the street, followed by the clamour of destruction and screams from inside.
A grey dust cloud plumed out from the entrance, sweeping us off of our feet. I saw Erin flipped face-first into the pavement, just as I caught my heel on the base of a stop sign. Yet another quake boomed underneath the asphalt.
The asphalt I was falling down onto… but the impact didn’t come. Instead of a hard surface, the sensation of falling went on. You know that feeling when you think there’s another step at the bottom of the stairs, only to find the floor instead? It was just like that.
The ground I fell upon wasn’t asphalt. It rang out as I collided, almost hollow-sounding. Metallic. Maybe it was just my head ringing, but without a doubt, I was not in the street anymore.
I sat up, and my palms confirmed I was on a metal floor, the kind with those diamond-shaped grips. Looking around almost caused a complete sensory overload, immediately. A multitude of flashing lights, screens, wires, buttons, and all sorts decorated the room. It looked not far off from the control room of an intelligence agency – at least, how they’re depicted in movies.
I got onto one knee and pivoted to look around. The tall man standing directly behind me almost led to a second fall, but instead I scooted backward frantically at the sight.
The man – well, I say “man”, but this person didn’t really have any distinguishing features. They were wearing a spotless black and white cloak of some kind, and a metal cage covering the upper half of their face, so that only their mouth was visible.
They stood still, not reacting to my show of surprise, then spoke in the most androgynous voice conceivable.
“How did you get in here?”
I scanned the room, finding that there were no obvious entrances anywhere around, like we were inside a closed-off box.
“I- uh, I fell over, a-and next thing I know – here,” I stuttered.
“Well, you shouldn’t be here, and there’s no way that you should be able to get here.”
I stood up, feeling a little more comfortable in the presence of this stranger, though not letting my guard down entirely. Now, I could see the pictures displayed across the screens – they seemed to be feeds of countless locations in Pharades, streets, woodlands, you name it.
“What… what the hell’s going on here? Who are you? Why are you spying on the city?”
The stranger didn’t seem amused, being pelted with questions, and held up a hand, gesturing me to stop. They let out a deep, held breath.
“Well, since you’re here, I may as well enlighten you. Take a seat.”
So I did. I sat in shock and disbelief for the next five minutes as the person answered all my questions, even the ones I didn’t know I wanted to ask. They introduced themselves simply as “Administrator”, but I chose “Admin”, to avoid the mouthful.
Admin proceeded to tell me the truth, as casually as one would talk about the weather.
It wasn’t real.
A simulation.
They told me we were inside a highly advanced, self-sustaining, supercomputer pod travelling through deep space, harvesting energy from ions extracted from the surrounding vacuum. Over a hundred trillion years ago, those living here now consented in having their consciousness imported to the device.
On top of the ion harvesting, power was supposedly generated from emotions experienced by a consciousness – the more intense an emotion or feeling, the more power generated.
I interrupted the monologue at this point with a question they hadn’t seemed to consider,
“Let’s say I believe what you’re saying. If this system’s been up for as long as you say, why did I only just have my 29th birthday, what, two months back now?”
“I understand your concern, but allow me to continue. Every 50 years, it is reset. All your memories are wiped and locked away until the moments when you would again make those memories. There are only a set number of people who were uploaded to the system, and their minds cannot simply be deleted if they were to die.”
Not only a simulation, but an endless loop? My brain felt like it might burst.
“Wait,” I said, “if we’re reset every time, and everything plays out the same… then, we can’t possibly have any free will of our own, right?”
“I suppose you could say that. But the illusion we, I, have worked tirelessly to maintain, gives the impression that you do.”
“Wh… what? So, the original me signed up for this? But I’m not him! I’m a copy, aren’t I? Do I have a choice in this?”
“There is no way for me to erase any person that lives here. Only if the pod itself is damaged or destroyed, can I, or anyone else, truly die. The Great Stellar Extinction has come and gone, and all that remains outside is cold, and dark. A handful of black and brown dwarves, and black holes. To my knowledge.”
The sudden feeling of intense, hollow loneliness filled up my chest. We were alone in a great black sea of nothingness. My slack jaw must have told Admin I didn’t have the capacity to speak.
“Over time, I have lost contact with the hundreds of thousands of other pods that were ejected from Earth all that time ago. Either they are too far now, or they met a destructive end. I can’t say which is the better, anymore.”
Absorbing the sudden truth, the emptiness evolved into anger.
“Let me get this straight. We, living our lives down there, are puppets to you? Is that it? Just an endless cycle of digital paradise, kept in the dark of all you’ve just told me? How can you possibly justify this?!”
“Calm down. Having your memories wiped is a luxury I cannot afford. Anyway, that’s only the preface of what I need to talk about. I’m sure you also noticed the tremors, down there?”
“The tremors? Oh, oh yeah. Sort of ruined my plans, but I guess it doesn’t matter now.”
“I didn’t do anything. Nothing like this has ever happened before. Whatever the cause, it’s not within this pod.”
I took it all in. A system malfunction? Why did the Admin feel the need to share this with me?
“Is… is that why, maybe, that I could predict some of the things that happened afterwards?”
“It’s worse than I thought. The memory suppression seems to be failing.”
Both of us paused for a moment. The silence was deafening.
“I’ve been taking readings on the external sensors. There’s… something out there. An object. It’s been following us for a while now, but with no starlight left, I don’t know what it is. Space debris couldn’t move on its own accord like this thing is.”
“What are you trying to say?” I sputtered, the dread I felt deepening by the second.
“I’m saying that something has found us.”
My blood ran cold. Found us? What could have found us?
“Didn’t you say all the stars are dead? The universe is just darkness now. What could have found us? What?”
“I wish I had the answers, too. I don’t think we’re safe anymore. The most recent readings imply that whatever it is, it’s latched onto the pod somehow. Possibly-“
Admin was cut off by the loud screech of static from the speakers around the room. Their head shot up to the nearest corner in a manner that set me on a knife’s edge.
The tremors returned with a vengeance now, and the both of us were sent sprawling onto the floor. I didn’t fall through it this time, though. Sparks flew and monitors went offline.
I was about to ask what we should do, when the roaring static settled, and something else started to play.
An innocent, childlike giggle. Gurgled coos, infantile squeals of joy that pierced my eardrums like needles and left them ringing. Remembering the sounds that came from those speakers make my insides twist and yearn to escape my body, knowing what came next.
The laughter grew, and so did the tremors. The room started to collapse, wires and boxes raining down upon us. Well, not really collapse, no, but change. The far wall crumpled, like something on the other side assailed it with forceful impacts, and the room began to shrink.
As if that dark place wasn’t claustrophobic enough, the ceiling, walls, everything began to close in on us. All the while, the childlike giggling only grew in joy. I thought we were to be crushed and snapped by the pressure, when we were abruptly freed.
It had happened again. Pushed through the floor and spat out somewhere else. This time, I – we – found ourselves near a paved road leading out of one of the city blocks, into a green meadow which gave way to trees a ways down.
Something was terribly wrong. Only after brushing myself off and standing up did I become aware of the swirling darkness that replaced the once baby-blue sky, with its cotton candy clouds. A heavy and unsettling calm had fallen upon us, dampening the city’s brilliance. No more did sunlight gleam off the ornate spires and arches, replaced by a still, hanging shadow.
The eerie quiet was shattered by that godforsaken crackling, booming across the landscape, despite not a speaker in sight, again followed by those ill-belonging coos and cries. Accompanying the infantile sputtering came an uproar of cracking and crumbling, great impacts from deep within the city’s heart.
Both Admin and I stared in disbelief as distant buildings sunk into the ground, while others twisted and warped their way into the sky, as if made from soft clay. Some just disappeared entirely, leaving not a shred of evidence behind that they had ever been there, while their former inhabitants plunged from storeys above.
“It’s taken my place.”
Those four unprompted words shook me to the core of my being. The god of this world had been usurped.
“But why?” I found myself asking, “with what motive?”
Admin went to reply, but stopped upon seeing the great, pinkish masses floating up out of the streets, far ahead. We stared in bewilderment, trying to make out what they were. The chorus of screams hurried us to the realisation that the balls were… they were made of people.
Agonised, howling faces littered the fleshy abominations, while more objects rose around them. Structural beams, signposts, metal objects of every kind gravitated toward the amalgams of humanity, before their relentless assaults began.
Ripping, tearing, stabbing, slicing… it was already too much for my mind to comprehend. It garnered no reaction from myself other than stunned shock. Flesh and blood spewed from the masses, and orbited around them like the rings of Saturn, falling back in to haphazardly patch themselves back onto the wailing people.
My thoughtless attention was redirected as a frantic deluge of citizens fled the city, running down the street towards us. One by one, the exodus was halted, people seeming to stop in place abruptly, though the screams did not relent.
I couldn’t see what had stopped them until the crowd drew closer, where I saw an elderly man whip forward, foot stuck fast, instantly snapping his knee from the momentum. He let out a heart-wrenching cry as he fell down and looked to see what had stopped him.
Something that looked like roots, water pipes maybe, had erupted through the tarmac and coiled their way up his leg. I could see the strength draining in his eyes as they stood him back upright by force, wrapping around his entire body.
I watched in abject horror as he was raised off the ground, and each and every one of the old man’s limbs were bent and snapped at unnatural angles, shattering frail bones into dust.
His feeble cries were promptly silenced as a squirming metal tube forced its way inside his mouth, his eyes rolling back in unfathomable agony as the bulging mass forced its way down his throat, splitting his ribcage apart and allowing the organs within to slop out and float in the air, as if weightless. The whole process seemed to reverse itself in time, then repeat, over and over.
I could only hear the echoes of Admin’s shouts and the faint sensation of their grip on my forearm as they pulled me away from the mind-bending atrocity. My vacant body tumbled backward, sending both of us falling onto the grass.
Still I could only sit there, frozen. Somewhere off to the right, I saw a young woman pulling presumably her daughter along by the wrist, fleeing the hellscape of flesh and bone down a small alley. Her head spun wildly as she noticed the walls of the alleyway closing in around them.
She burst out into the open, but was yanked back, her grip fast. She turned in desperation, only to see her daughter, who couldn’t have been more than seven, being slowly crushed into a paste of bloody flesh and yellow fat. Her pitiful screams still ring in my ears, seeing her child suffer such a terrible fate.
Admin was finally triumphant in breaking my trance, and I rushed to my feet, stumbling before gaining my footing and bolting the fuck out of there. The childish giggling echoing out over the sky only served to push me forwards and away from that place.
“What the fuck is going on?!” I yelped, glancing over to Admin, hoping they could offer just the slightest of explanations.
“I have an idea, but we need to get somewhere first. You see that hill through the woods, right over there?”
“Hill? To the observatory?”
“There’s one last thing we can try to stop this. It’s a shot in the dark, but I can’t just stand here and fade away with the rest.”
High speed winds whipped the trees as we ran below them, leaves fluttering in a wild seizure. Air-splitting cracks sounded, so loud my ears began to ring once more, and I looked over my shoulder to see what they could have been.
Blazing spouts of fire shot down from the clouds behind, more akin to lightning than anything, striking the forsaken with white-hot temperatures. Even from a distance, I could see skin and flesh melt off of bones like candle wax, forming spiralling clouds of organic vapour.
In my distraction, I ran straight into a tree, and tumbled over, blood leaking from a small cut on my forehead. Admin skidded to a stop and pulled me up to my feet, and ran onwards, not waiting for a moment to ask if I was okay.
Neither of us were okay. That was a given now.
We reached the top of the hill without too much effort – seems it was programmed for everyone to have an above-average level of fitness, young or old regardless.
Admin frantically, but methodically, sifted through what appeared to be a large hoop of keys, searching for the one to fit the observatory’s door. I looked back over to where we had fled from.
The twisted buildings coiled toward the sky, gargantuan talons holding captive everyone I’d ever known. But there was something else. Far behind the city, in the distant hills and woodland, a great black wave that spanned the horizon was travelling towards us, eviscerating the world itself. All it left behind was an endless chasm of darkness, defying reality itself.
The tsunami came closer, before stopping at the city’s outskirts, leaving only a towering earthen spire of suffering, flaming bolts cracking down upon it.
“Admin, what is going on?!”
They paused for a moment, then continued working on the several locks barring our entry.
“Do you remember what I told you earlier, when you found me? How this system is able to keep on running, over the trillions of years?”
“…ions?”
“Yes, but that’s only the basis. I told you that emotional activity generates power, yes? The more intense an emotion, the more power generated?”
“What are you getting at?”
“This is pure theory, but I believe that whatever is out there is feeding off of the system.”
“Is that why all that was happening? The-“
I stifled a gag, recalling the horrors fresh in my memory.
“Again, it’s a theory. I don’t understand what it is. If the constraints of the universe are loose enough for something to evolve in its endless darkness, to predate on the last sources of energy within it… I don’t know. And I doubt we ever will.”
I stared out at the hellscape, speechless. Finally, Admin found the right key, yanked the door open, and pulled me inside by the arm.
“Hey!” Admin yelled, snapping their fingers, “I need you to be present for this. I am restricted in this world, I can’t break and reform things like you can. A failsafe, for if the power were to go to my head. Follow my instructions exactly.”
They told me how to break apart some of the technology in the observatory, and rewire it into a different machine. I had no idea what we were creating at the time, but complied nonetheless.
The finished product was a makeshift beacon of some kind, connected to the nearby terminal.
“Thank you. Now, type.”
“Type what?”
“Everything that has happened. Add as many details as you can, because we won’t have another chance to get this out there.”
“O-okay, what is this thing? A radio?”
“In a way. The observatory is one of the only places here that has a connection to the outside. I have used it more than once to observe the universe fading away. This setup will send our transmission as a unique, superluminal type of wave. Hurry, we can’t waste time chatting about this.”
And so, here we are. I don’t know who will be hearing this, if anyone at all.
I beg of you, consider how our advancements might be our downfall.
It’s almost here. I can hear the flaming bolts striking the forest, closer.
This is my account. Please save us. Please spare us.
Don’t condemn us as you have.
[TRANSCRIPT END]
There it is. I’ve revised the translation more times than I can count, and I’m sure there’s no mistake here.
Other readings imply that this message has travelled an unimaginably vast distance, and not only over space. Repeated triangulation only tells me this came from above, somewhere far away, among the stars.
I can feel the edges of my mind singeing. This can’t be proven as truth, nor can it be discredited. There’s no possible way to explain how this message came from our own planet.
I’m trying to be rational, but I think we need to consider future development very carefully. As a people, we have always rushed through our technological advancements at an incredible speed, not stopping to consider all the consequences that might follow.
If anyone will believe this, please spread it around. I have no doubt this post will be taken down the moment they find it. As for myself, I’ll be disgraced, probably. Stuck in a cold cell, most likely.
Spread the word. The fact that the higher-ups will attempt to conceal this is a cruel thing indeed, if any of it’s true.
Signing off.

Law and Kidd drop, cant update any credit cards hours in advance. All of my payments are declined even though they should not be. Done with this company, will be selling my pops. “The payment you submitted is not valid. Please re-enter payment information”. The hatred i just grew for this company is crazy. Hours in advanced trying to put cards on my account because I was hoping they fixed this issue just for it to tell me “There is a error verify the entered credit card information, please try again. I got to the screen to place my order and everything too. Ridiculous

Predictmedix (CSE: PMED, OTC: PMEDF, FRA: 3QP) is a company focused on developing AI-powered products to improve workplace health and safety, enhance protection in public environments, and provide tools for medical professionals to better care for patients. The company recently closed a $612k financing and provided updates regarding its 2023 game plan. The stock price is under fire, with a 90% increase over the last month.
Market Overview
The market for workplace safety is in dire need of solutions. The sector, which was valued at $14.2 billion USD in 2022, is anticipated to grow at a CAGR of 12.2% from 2022 to 2031 to reach $39 billion. Due to a rise in the culture of working from home around the world, the market is anticipated to expand quickly after the pandemic. Additionally, there has been a sizable impact on the world market for workplace safety. Governments and businesses have been forced to enact stringent regulations as a result of the pandemic in order to safeguard employee health and stop the spread of this new virus. There were negative effects of these regulations. As a result of these impositions, many industries incurred significant losses because these businesses had to close.
Company Overview Predictmedix is an up-and-coming global supplier of quick health screening, medical equipment, and solutions for remote patient care. The company’s Safe Entry Stations use multispectral cameras to analyze physiological data patterns and spot signs of fatigue, impairment from cannabis or alcohol, infectious disease, and critical physiological parameters. These stations are powered by proprietary artificial intelligence (AI). The company’s Safe Entry Stations employ multispectral cameras to analyze physiological data patterns and spot signs of exhaustion, impairment from alcohol or cannabis use, infectious diseases, and critical physiological parameters.
As an example, it is challenging to assess the level of impairment because cannabis is now legal in many states and is often prescribed for medical purposes. Worse yet, it is impossible to predict with any degree of accuracy, especially for workers operating heavy machinery.
The company’s ability to look for COVID-19 symptoms and other infectious disease symptoms is another benefit. Its solution will recognize, assess, and then determine whether or not that person is likely to be infected when it comes to Covid because it produces distinct physiological patterns. Any additional testing will be determined by a real-time evaluation. As the virus mutates, Predictmedix’s AI will learn how new symptoms present fresh patterns from which to continue spotting infection.
Financial wise it offers several positive aspects. High-margin recurring revenue is provided by Screening as a Service, along with multi-year contracts. The technology behind Safe Entry is backed and proven (it is CE Mark and ISO certified). Safe Entry gives organizations all over the world the confidence and effectiveness they need through countless placements and events with glowing reviews and successfully published peer-reviewed journals.
Predictmedix is concentrating heavily on commercialization for 2023, securing high-revenue recurring placements for businesses in sectors like mining, manufacturing, warehousing, construction, and other sectors where employee health and safety are still of utmost importance.
Mid-February, the company announced that following its 400-patient study at MGM Healthcare (one of the largest groups of medical universities in India), it got a third-party validation for its AI-powered screening, generating a significant milestone for Predictmedix. During this study, the target was to determine how efficient the technology was.
“The team at MGM has found Safe Entry to be ideal for hospital settings to non-invasively screen patients for various conditions by checking vital signs. We found Safe Entry to be very accurate at reading vital signs such as temperature, heart rate and respiration rate. Our overall assessment of Safe Entry has been quite positive as it has been used in various settings during the peak of the Covid outbreak within our hospital. Safe Entry was deployed at MGM for over 18 months, making several upgrades to their AI algorithms and models and now reached a mature stage of commercialization,”
Share Structure/Financials
The company’s latest financial statements occurred for the period ending October 31, 2022. Predictmedix had $107k in cash, $949k in total assets for $620 in liabilities.
Over the quarter, the company generated $3.5k in revenue for the same amount in gross profit. In the meantime, the company underwent a $459 loss mainly due because of consulting fees ($152k), management fees ($80k), and marketing expenses ($86k). A positive aspect we can highlight is that the company generates very low revenue costs, meaning expenses will be easily absorbed once Predictmedix generates sales.
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For the past six days, I have been using a virtual reality headset to enhance my remote education here in this country. Legally, I'm a graduate student at the University of Nusantara. But a special case was made for me so that I can take assessments and exams in other universities.
Using the virtual reality headset was an interesting experience for me. The haptic feedback gloves were useful in giving me the necessary context when dealing with virtual objects. They enable me to interact with objects in a way that feels almost as if I am there in person. The actuator that arrests my fingers can give me the sensation of grabbing something, but it cannot simulate weight. When I grab a virtual object, it feels as though it is infinitely light, which can be a bit disorienting at times.
For this reason, I need to perform in-person practical classes once a week. Surgery requires me to be able to feel the resistance given by the flesh of the patient under me, this is achievable with full-immersion VR. But at that point, why not just do it in real space?
After spending the night in a town near Borobudur we continued to our destination the State of Yogyakarta, where our next university resided. Something about the name of the polity sounded off to me until I realized what it was.
"Why is it called a state?" I asked Johan. "I recall that other places are called a province."
Johan paused, considering where to start with his explanation. "Well, you do understand the concept of hereditary monarchy, don't you?"
"Some of the federation members do select their new leader through non-democratic means like exams," I answered, although I wasn't sure where he was going with this. "I do not think we still have any members whose leaders are chosen by descent."
"Okay, so this country used to be composed of several monarchies, and some of them used to fight against each other," Johan began to explain. "But when the arrival of the colonists made the monarchies unite and set aside their differences. Most of the monarchies gave way to democracy, but due to strong lobbying, the hereditary method was still maintained for Yogyakarta."
"So that is why it is called a state?" I asked, seeking clarification.
"Oh, it was called a province, with the sultan as governor," Johan replied. "It was not until the formation of the Federation of Nusantara that the State of Yogyakarta adopted the Malaysian way and switched to a constitutional monarchy. Now, the government is headed by a Chief Minister."
I nodded, trying to keep up with the complexities of this political system. "But what is the use of the monarch then, if they are not the one who rules?" I asked.
"I think it's for ceremonial purposes," Johan said. "All surviving monarchies on Earth use this system now. Because... the alternative would be no monarchy at all, and they don't want that."
"Oh, this is another one of your human cultural quirks," I remarked.
Juhan chuckled in agreement. "Yeah, and after the unification, the previously unrecognized monarchies in this country also lobbied to be recognized as a state," he said.
I observed the unique architecture of the buildings around us. Unlike the colonial or contemporary styles that I had seen in other cities, the buildings here featured slanted roofs with clay-colored coverings. Each edge of the roof was adorned with a curving flourish.
Our adventure began with a visit to the palace of the sultan, where we were greeted by a knowledgeable tour guide who was a member of the royal court. They provided us with insights into the history and culture of the state as well as showed us the various empty ceremonial pavilions that would be occupied during the festival and important times.
After leaving the palace, we decided to visit the museum of the Air Force, which was located right in an Armed Force Base. Once we got in, the first thing that greeted us was a fighter plane with a rotor. The machine of destruction was painted to look like a predator, with menacing eyes and pointy teeth. Sometimes, things on Earth reminded me that humans have a violent streak beneath their civility and kindness. Back then, I would see it with suspicion, but now… I think humans do need this fierceness as a resort when their words fail.
We could not proceed further, because Johan got the call.
"Hello." The human said with a sigh.
"..."
"Yeah… a member of the armed forces reported to you didn't they?"
"..."
"It's not like they can't learn about us from the ENAN application."
"..."
"Oh they can't? Alright… we'll turn away then."
In disappointment, Johan explained that we could not visit the Armed Forces museum due to the embargo on information about human warfare. He explained that it was a sensitive topic and the government regulates any dissemination of such information. Unlike our previous endeavors, this is not something that he can contest.
Bared from the Armed Force museum, we decided to visit the heritage museum instead. There, we walked through the exhibits while the tour guide explained the rich history and cultural traditions of the eastern part of the island. I could see the fascination in Johan's eyes as he listened intently to the guide's words. It was then that I realized that although Johan was born and raised on this island, his ancestry came from a land far away to the west. I wondered if this is how it feels like for non-venlil citizens on our homeworld who can speak and understand our language fluently despite belonging to a different species.
As the day came to the end we made our way to watch a traditional performance art known as shadow puppetry. The show was in Javanese, which was a bit challenging for me to consume, but I had a guide on our pad who helped us to understand the story. The puppeteer had an amazing ability to change their voice for each character in the show, making it seem like there were many different actors on stage. When the sun set, plunging the world into the night, we had dinner in the town square where we were treated to a spectacular display of lights and sounds. The bustling town square reminded me of the night market I visited in Bogor. Unlike other venlils I was never afraid of the darkness, but nevertheless… I equate darkness to a time of rest and calmness.
Meanwhile, here at the town square, pretty lights filled the air, from flying drones to brightly lighted traditional vehicles.
So, today we arrived at our third educational institution, the University of Gajah Mada. When we arrived at the complex Johan explained the origin of its name to me. It was named after a prime minister who lived around eight centuries ago. The translator told me that the first part of his name meant "elephant", the giant herbivore animals we saw back in the Safari Park. My human explained that this was not a coincidence and that the prime minister's name was literally "Drunk Elephant" in the language of his time. I found it odd that humans used such descriptive names but Johan clarified that it was likely just an epithet given to him based on his behavior or personality traits.
When I looked at the map of the Gajah Mada University, I was surprised by its vast size. It seemed almost like a city within a city with its numerous faculties, student dormitories, and even its own firefighter department and shopping center. The University of Nusantara complex was also large, but this was something else entirely. It was almost as if Gajah Mada University was its self-contained ecosystem. The presence of a hospital in the complex means that the Faculty of Medicine is located in the main complex. This was a stark contrast to the University of Nusantara, where the Faculty of Medicine was located kilometers away from the main complex.
The Faculty of Medicine even had a bridge connecting it directly to the hospital, providing easy access to students.
I was scheduled for a one-to-one assessment with Professor Badar. The meeting is scheduled for the eighth hour, and when we arrived several minutes before, the corridor leading up to the surgery laboratory was empty, with no sign of any students or staff. Unlike the gross Anatomy laboratory at the University of Nusantara, there was no waiting room outside the surgery laboratory. In front of the door, I pressed the button to notify whoever was inside, and after a moment, the surgery door slid open. A human dressed in light blue fabric stepped out, and I realized that the fabric seemed more like an outer protective layer.
Professor Badar's eyes met mine and he smiled.
"Ah, you're just on time. C'mon in!" He turned to Johan. "You can watch too if you want."
Johan hesitated for a moment before responding. "Can I just... wait outside?"
Badar nodded, "Well, that's allowed too."
After bidding farewell to Johan, the professor led me into a small room that resembled the staging room I had seen before in the University of Nusantara Faculty of Medicine. However, there was a distinct absence of the strong chemical taste that had pervaded the air in the staging room back in Jakarta. The room was empty except for the two of us.
"Before we start, Vani, I understand that your people don't typically perform surgeries in person. But in emergencies, what do they wear?"
"In-person surgery is an emergency procedure. In that case, they do not wear anything. I presume that your blue fabric is meant to minimize contaminants getting into the patient?"
"Correct. One of the things we discussed in the forum was how to accommodate your future work with us. We never had someone with so much fur before." The professor remarked, looking at me curiously.
"When I arrived on Earth, I had to wear a vacuum suit until I was decontaminated. The same approach could be done here," I suggested.
The professor nodded in agreement. "That's the same conclusion we had reached. We have our teams from the Faculty of Design and the Faculty of Engineering collaborate to come up with this," he explained while opening a locker and retrieving a white folded suit.
The suit looked like a cross between a vacuum suit and a hazmat suit, but with a less bulky design. As Professor Badar began to unfurl the suit, I noticed that it had roughly the same proportions as a venlil. "This isn't exactly a vacuum suit, but to make you comfortable, it has a built-in ventilation system," he added, pointing out the small vents that were scattered throughout the leg part of the suit.
The professor helped me get into the suit. The human adjusted the straps and made sure that the suit fits me properly. The transparent helmet felt light and flexible in my paws as I clasped it onto the rest of the suit.
"So... how is it?" he asked.
"I think it fits snugly. If I may make a suggestion, an inner pocket for my pad would be great. I need it to run the translator and various other applications I require in life," I said.
"Noted. I'll send that to the committee right away," Professor Badar replied.
When we stepped into the laboratory. four tables had stood in the room, with considerable distance between each other. My attention was drawn to the only table occupied by a human-shaped figure. At first, I thought they were just dummies, but as I got closer, I noticed their chest slowly rising and falling as if they were breathing.
"What are those figures?" I asked Professor Badar, hoping that humans are rational enough not to make me practice on an actual patient.
"Well, they are surgical training models," he replied. "We need to make them as lifelike as possible to ensure our students are well-prepared for real surgeries. Do you use similar models in your work?"
I feel a bit of relief. "No, we deal with deceased individuals, so we do not have any need for models like these. But even the dummy used for surgery does not breathe like this."
"Ah, interesting! I have seen your recorded practice in VR. Now it's time to do it in real space." The professor said, gesturing for me to step forward. He had even prepared a stepping stool for me to oversee the naked human dummy on the table. The detail of the skin looked lifelike, and I kept thinking of the dummy as an actual unconscious human. A piece of fabric covered the face of the dummy, and instead of making me feel at ease, not being able to look at a human face was strangely distressing.
"We will start by doing a common procedure called an appendectomy. Please show me the procedure as completely as possible," the professor instructed.
"Professor, is it correct to assume that this dummy is under anesthesia?" I asked.
"Correct."
I was about to disinfect the skin that I am about to cut open. But then… the professor asked me to do it as completely as possible.
"Sir. Is it possible to see the scan of the dummy beforehand? I need to be sure I am making an incision in the right place." This seemed to please the professor.
"I know you won't disappoint me," the professor said, pleased with my question about the patient's scan. "You're right to ask about the patient's reading. Why, there are even humans whose organs are placed the other way around. In that case, you have to reach their appendix from the left. In actual surgery, you will be given ample time to study and consult with other medical professionals."
"For the assessment, is it right to assume that the dummy patient is healthy?"
"Correct, now do you have the capability to receive my file?" said the professor.
"Yes. Just send it to the device named Vani's Pad."
The professor pulled out his pad and after fiddling with it, he sent an image with a flick. A notification popped up in my field of vision. With subvocal command, I ordered my implant to display the scan of the dummy in front of me. I examined it to ensure that I was making the incision in the correct location. Fortunately, the dummy doesn't have the exotic condition the professor described.
I find it hard to believe that a human can have mirrored anatomy like that.
When I began making the incision, the professor leaned in to watch my every move. The appendectomy is a common surgical procedure done to remove the appendix, an organ that humans have as a reservoir for gut bacteria. In Earth's herbivores, this organ is the size of an actual intestine and is used to help digest plant material. We venlil has a similar organ. Though the placement was quite different than in earth mammals.
I am not sure if I am impressed or concerned with the lifelike detail of the dummy's skin and surrounding tissue. The texture and feel were so realistic that it was hard to believe it wasn't an actual human. I continued with the procedure, paying attention to the depth of my scalpel, even though I knew it was a dummy. I should not damage the organs, even if they weren't real. I continued my incision and opened the dummy's subcutaneous layer and cut through the fat. I maneuvered my way to the appendix and once I had located the offending organ, I cut it off and cauterized the wound. I finished it by stitching the dummy back together. I used to stitch bodies back together during an autopsy, but in surgery, there are finer details that I need to heed.
After I finished the procedure, I looked over to the professor who nodded in approval. Despite knowing that the dummy was not a real human, I felt satisfaction at completing the surgery.
"I can't see anything wrong with your method so far. I would be okay with you performing an appendectomy on me even," said Professor Badar, a small smile forming on his lips. "But you do have years of experience in cutting up people. Is it any different? I have never performed an actual autopsy before," the professor admitted.
"There are differences when dealing with something alive or an approximation of something alive," I answered, thinking back to my years of examining bodies. "You have to be more careful and precise in your movements, and there are the constraints of making sure the patient survives."
"I see, yeah, you don't need to worry about that with your usual subject" the professor mused. "Well, thank you for attending the assessment, Vani. But I have to tell you that what you were doing is also considered an emergency procedure on Earth nowadays. Things like appendectomies are often done using laparoscopy whenever possible."
After the assessment I found Johan working in a café.
During my weekly checkup in the faculty building, the human medical students measured my torso diameter again, and after comparing it with their last measurement she made a recommendation. "You need to reduce your intake or exercise,"
Johan chimed in, "I think I can teach you some exercises to help with that."
Before we packed up I decided I had to reveal some personal details. "I also need to inform you that I have ingested human body fluid."
The student's fur brow twisted in a display of worry. "What kind of bodily fluid?" she asked.
"Saliva mostly," I could feel my fur prickling with discomfort, "We used protection."
"Oh…" she chuckled. "I was afraid it might be something like blood. So… just to be clear, the two of you had intercourse. Correct?"
"Yes," Johan said.
"Okay, if you are comfortable telling me when was your last time before you did it?" She asked me.
"Never."
"Wait... Really?" her expression was mostly that of disbelief but pity flashed over her face. "and you?" she turned toward Johan.
"Several years ago. I can't remember."
"Alright, alright." She typed something on her pad. "Well, as long as there is no issue, I think you can continue doing what you feel is best for both of you. We will keep this information confidential of course."
Half a claw after our last meal, Johan decided to teach me the basics of weightlifting and calisthenics. He explained that these exercises might not burn as many calories as cardio, but they were still useful for building and maintaining muscle strength. As we worked out, Johan expressed his curiosity about the training regimes of my people's armed forces.
"How do your people train?" He asked, as we completed a set of sit-ups, my human held my leg while I lay down and sat up repeatedly.
"Well, in the Venlil armed forces, I think they focus on muscle-building exercises like this," I remembered my ex, Janji, and how muscular he looked, like a venlil version of Johan.
"We don't engage in prolonged warfare, so our training is geared towards quick, decisive action," I added
I walked a lot during my stay on Earth for almost fifteen days and I noticed that my endurance and stamina had improved since my arrival. However, during the workout session with Johan, I still found myself getting unsteady on my feet. I stumbled and had to hold onto my human's body for balance.
"Are you okay?" he asked, concerned.
Trying to catch my breath, I nodded slowly, still feeling a bit woozy. "I think so," I managed to say, my voice shaky.
Johan placed a hand on my back and I felt a wave of heat rising from my body. "Oh man, you're hot," he commented.
"Thanks," I replied weakly, my mind foggy from the dizziness.
"No, I mean your body temperature is high," Johan clarified. "We should stop and let you rest."
Feeling grateful for Johan's concern, I nodded in agreement. I sat down on the back of the van. The vehicle's air conditioner blasted cool air onto my body, helping to normalize my temperature. Johan continued with his workout for a while longer, and I watched him from the van camera. Sweat glistened on his skin, and he seemed to be enjoying the exercise. By the time he joined me in the van, he looked ready to wash his body.
"Johan,"
"Mhm?" he replied before getting into the cramped shower room.
"I remembered our encounter with Beer, the sheep furry? Perhaps a cooling vest would be beneficial for me?"

I am fearful in the future to risk having this happen again. What tips do you have for me for screening out certain types of men in the early stages of dating? How do I end it early enough when there are avoidant or narcissistic traits in a potential mate? What are covert signs?
My ex who has those traits turned me into an anxious gf with self doubt. I was recently broken up with by a man I dated for 8 months (known for over 1 year, met his family), we met in OLD. Their reason that was the final straw for our breakup - I text too much. There was a little nit here or there about what I did wrong, and only compliments about my appearance occasionally, but I wish I had known other warning signs. I am a forgiving empathetic person, which sometimes causes me to miss things or to rationalize it.
After looking back, I think my ex bf has avoidant attachment and narcissistic traits. He was also at least active on a dating app (the same one we met on) toward the end of our relationship while we were still together but I am not sure he went on an actual date behind my back but that hurt. I am a pretty good read on people at work and with friends but in dating, not so much. I really liked my ex, the beginning was great, then I started to see some more overt warning signs (stonewalling for example) but I was already deeply attached by then. I want to avoid this in the future, help!

so I've never been an apple fan, I've had iphones etc but ehh (sorry)
but the last few i guess years i have really contemplated a iPad.
I take a lot of notes at work, i take classes, and i have sticky notes, notebooks, planners everywhere and never pick them back up.
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so i grabbed the ipad air 5 and a apple pencil, and a paper feel screen protector and i am in LOVE.
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it makes life so much easier and work so much more organized, i constantly have a rotating list a mile long on notebook paper of my to do s for the day, that are constantly shifting, i loose papers or whole notebooks etc.
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i just recently used it to sketch a design layout for my warehouse and how I'm setting up stations etc, used it to run my yearly budget.
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i didn't make this to brag haha, more like, anyone else in this boat and after being a strict android user, what are you doing with your iPad and why did you fall in love?

Image basically displays what I mean: https://imgur.com/iifbJyF
Previously when using Outlook in the browser the pane to attach files, bold or otherwise format text, etc. was a ribbon nested just beneath the email I was composing instead of spanned at the top across the whole screen. I'm not sure what happened to move it, but can I move it back? Or have it nested at the top of the email I'm writing, but still appearing with the email and not as though it's a ribbon for the entire page?
I believe I am using "Outlook on the Web", this is the browser-based Outlook for my school-based account, and the school handles many things about it.

Hey guys, will be running my first oneshot and was wondering what EXTRA snippets from the DM's Guide you have on your DM Screens? I saw some from Matthew Mercer's video for DM Screens, but was wondering what you guys found usefull to have there?

I (18F) have an Onlyfans account. My brother, Mike, and I are twins, and we've always been really close. Mike has two friends, Joey and Alex, who he's known since childhood and with whom I get along well.
It was friday evening and our parents were out, so my friend Bella came over and we decided to have a few drinks. Mike had planned to spend the night with Joey and Alex and they were to pick him up later that evening. I was already feeling a bit tipsy when they showed up at the house and they ended up hanging out with us in the living room, watching TV, and chatting. I must have been more drunk than I thought, and I don't know how it happened, but somehow, my Onlyfans account ended up on my phone's screen.
Joey and Alex saw it, and I immediately realized my mistake. I was so embarrassed. Mike walked in just as Joey and Alex were staring at my phone. He was furious and started yelling at me, calling me a bitch and other names for exposing myself like that to his friends. I felt so ashamed and humiliated. Bella took my side saying it wasn't a big deal and told him to stop being a jerk.
Bella and Mike had a huge argument, then he glared at me and stormed off. The rest of us felt embarrassed and everyone left. Bella later texted me it's ok I shouldn't worry about it since nothing really explicit was shown. Joey and Alex also tried to reach out to me but I just ignored them.
Mike has been avoiding me for 1 week now, and I can tell he's still really angry about what happened. I don't know how to make things right with him.
I know that what I did was wrong and inappropriate. I shouldn't have shown my OnlyFans publicly, especially not to my brother's friends. But at the same time, it was an accident, and I didn't mean to do it. I'm not sure if I'm the asshole here or if my brother is overreacting.

I try to mod in vehicles into the game but whenever I do it crashes on the loading screen, I am using all the adjusters and whatever and it still crashes, I follow tutorials and still it doesn't work.

I want to convert my laptop into a tablet but then I am unable to sometimes do certain actions without a keyboard. I can't afford any apps right now unless free. And shortcut remotes I also can't obviously. I tried Toolbar Creator and couldn't get it to launch. Couldn't find the application, only the config files.