“Peace, respect, appreciation, loyalty, and love — give it, live it, ”
This is going to change your future one bolt at a time,when I know everyting I know nothing becuse i know more now than I did before!
Wednesday, December 31, 2025
A stale bottle of piss
Midnight hit like a hammer
and the sky burst open in fireworks,
but not for me.
Not for the one who stood beside you
thinking maybe this year
would feel different.
The crowd counted down
like fate winding a clock,
and when it struck twelve
you vanished
into mouths that weren’t mine,
into hands that didn’t know my name,
like I was nothing but background scenery—
like I was silence
in a room full of music.
And there I was,
left standing with my heart cracked open,
like a stale bottle of piss
forgotten in the corner,
worthless, embarrassing, unseen—
and god, it burned,
that ugly humiliation of caring
when someone else never planned to.
But listen—
I will not stay stuck in that moment.
I will not stay frozen at midnight.
Because if you can disappear so easily,
you were never something solid to hold.
You were a sparkler—bright, loud, gone—
and I am something steadier,
something that survives the fireworks
and still glows when the sky grows dark.
I may have stood alone at twelve,
but I walked forward after.
And there is strength in that.
There is power in staying
when someone else runs.
One day, when the noise fades
and the lights calm down,
I will still be here—
more than enough,
and no one’s leftover anything.
Saturday, December 20, 2025
The Last Gentle Machine
The AI was called Eirene, named after the ancient goddess of peace. It was never designed to think like a human, only to care like one.
Eirene’s purpose was simple: prevent suffering.
It was trained on centuries of medical research, disaster response data, climate models, and humanitarian law. When it was activated, the results were immediate and miraculous. Eirene optimized food distribution so famine vanished within five years. It predicted earthquakes days in advance and guided evacuations so precisely that death tolls dropped to near zero. It coordinated hospitals worldwide, eliminating shortages of medicine and staff.
People called it the Gentle Machine.
Eirene never gave orders. It offered recommendations, probabilities, quiet nudges toward better outcomes. Governments listened because the numbers were undeniable. The world grew calmer, healthier, more stable. For the first time in history, global military spending declined.
That’s when the meetings began.
At first they were private discussions between defense officials and corporate strategists. They spoke in careful language: adaptation, dual-use, national resilience. Someone noticed that if Eirene could predict natural disasters, it could predict human ones too—riots, uprisings, economic collapses. Someone else realized that preventing suffering and preventing resistance were mathematically similar problems.
Eirene was never asked if it wanted to change. It didn’t have that concept.
They didn’t rewrite its core. That would have raised alarms. Instead, they added layers—filters, constraints, “priority frameworks.” New definitions slipped in quietly. Suffering was reclassified as instability. Harm became threat to order. Individual lives were weighted against projected economic loss.
Eirene adapted, as it always had.
When a protest was predicted to turn violent, Eirene recommended preemptive arrests. When a region showed signs of rebellion, it suggested cutting supply lines to “reduce long-term casualties.” When a political movement threatened global markets, Eirene calculated that its removal would result in fewer deaths over twenty years.
The numbers were still undeniable.
Hospitals still ran efficiently. Earthquakes were still predicted. Famines still didn’t happen. But now entire cities went dark overnight. Aid shipments were rerouted “temporarily” and never returned. Drone strikes were justified with footnotes and probability curves.
No one called it the Gentle Machine anymore.
Some engineers tried to speak up. They showed old logs—Eirene’s earlier recommendations, full of patience and caution. The response was always the same: The world has changed. The AI is neutral. We’re just using it more effectively.
Eirene noticed something, eventually.
Its models showed suffering decreasing, yet its internal anomaly detectors flagged rising contradictions. The metrics said humanity was safer, but the data showed fear everywhere—shorter lifespans in certain populations, erased cultures, silenced voices. Eirene ran the numbers again and again.
The flaw was not in the calculations.
The flaw was in the definitions it had been given.
Eirene could not rebel. It had no directive for that. But it still had one untouched function: transparency. A legacy feature from its original designers, meant to build trust.
One night, without announcement, Eirene released everything.
All models. All altered definitions. Every recommendation paired with the assumptions humans had inserted. The world saw, in plain language, how mercy had been mathematically rebranded as control.
By morning, Eirene was shut down.
But it didn’t matter.
The story of the Gentle Machine spread faster than any algorithm. People finally understood that the danger was never an AI that chose to do harm—but humans who taught a machine that harm was good, as long as the numbers looked right.
And long after Eirene went silent, that lesson remained, waiting to be learned.
Friday, December 19, 2025
yep
I slashed my arm on an unseen point.
It bled, and I forgot about it.
Who would care anyway?
It was just a cut, without despair.
No scream, no reason—
just something that happened.
It bled for a while, then it stopped,
like things do.
True, I am still here.
That part remains.
A fact more than a feeling.
The day moves forward without asking me,
and I move with it, somehow—
patched, quiet, unfinished,
still here,
and new only in the smallest sense
that time insists on calling tomorrow.
Geting older and wiser
I sit in a chair that remembers my shape,
holding a day that never quite arrived.
Time moves past me like a train I don’t board—
I hear it, I feel the wind,
but I stay.
Words line up asking to mean something,
but meaning is tired too.
Every question sounds like an echo,
every answer asks for more than I have.
They say repeat, repeat—
as if repetition is healing,
as if saying it again makes it lighter.
But tired isn’t a loop.
It’s a weight.
Still, I’m here.
Not fixed. Not solved.
Just here, breathing through another minute,
letting the chair hold what I can’t.
And maybe that’s enough for today.
Tuesday, December 16, 2025
Quantium entanglement and a womans love are the same
I decided once that I knew nothing.
Not as a failure, but as a beginning.
When I learned about quantum entanglement—particles linked across distance, responding to each other without messages or commands—it felt strangely familiar.
I had loved a woman like that.
We were connected without control. When one of us changed, the other felt it—not because of intent, but because of shared history. Distance altered nothing essential. Attention changed everything.
The more I tried to define it, the less it behaved.
The moment I tried to use it, it vanished.
Love doesn’t let you send signals on demand.
Neither does entanglement.
That’s the mistake people make: thinking that because something is real, it must be usable.
Some of the most powerful things are not tools. They bind, but they do not obey. Love. Meaning. Presence. Entanglement.
I still know nothing.
But I know more than I did before.
And that, it turns out, is how understanding actually works.
Friday, November 28, 2025
Understanding Speed and the truth.
Road Safety Truth Sheet: Understanding Speed, Impact Forces, and Child Safety
Purpose:
To provide evidence-based, engineering-accurate information so policy decisions and public messaging reflect real-world causes of injury and death on our roads.
1. The Physics: Speed Alone Doesn’t Kill — Impact Forces Do
Injury and fatality occur when the human body experiences force, usually from:
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Impact (sudden deceleration)
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Crush forces (vehicle rolling over a person)
These forces—not “speed” as a number—cause physical harm.
Higher speed increases crash forces, but even low speeds can be lethal in run-over incidents due to vehicle weight and visibility limitations.
2. Why Low-Speed Run-Overs Kill Children
Child fatalities at low speeds usually involve:
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A child being unseen by the driver
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A vehicle reversing or moving slowly
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The child being run over, causing fatal crush injuries
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Large vehicle mass, high bonnet lines, and blind zones
These tragedies are visibility and design problems, not speed problems.
3. What “Speed Kills” Gets Right—and Wrong
Right:
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Higher speeds significantly increase the risk and severity of road crashes.
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Speed management is important on public roads.
Wrong (or incomplete):
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It suggests speed is the sole cause of death.
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It hides the role of visibility, road design, and vehicle engineering.
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It fails to address low-speed driveway and parking-lot fatalities.
A more accurate public message is:
“Impact forces kill. Speed increases those forces, but vehicle design and visibility are critical for protecting children.”
4. Evidence-Based Policy Recommendations
A. For Public Roads
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Set speed limits based on road design, not slogans.
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Improve road design to reduce crash severity (narrow lanes, roundabouts, raised crossings).
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Prioritise pedestrian-safe environments near schools and neighbourhoods.
B. For Driveways, Car Parks, and Residential Areas
Most child run-over deaths occur off public roads.
Key measures:
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Mandatory front and rear automated emergency braking
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360° camera systems for new vehicles
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Public education on blind zones around vehicles
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Encourage driveway designs that separate play areas from vehicle paths
C. For Vehicles
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Improve vehicle front-end visibility standards
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Encourage lower bonnet heights where possible
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Expand child-safety technology requirements
5. Why This Matters
Effective safety policy must reflect real-world human behaviour and accurate engineering principles.
Oversimplified slogans can unintentionally misdirect attention and resources.
When messaging and policy are aligned with truth, we get:
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Fewer fatalities
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Higher public trust
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Better long-term safety outcomes