I have a DS920+, with 12tb drives in all bays and it's getting close to full. What's the best option?
Buy another Synology Nas and put bigger drives in it? If so what's a good option?
Buy the expansion Nas with bigger drives? (16tb drives I'd assume)
Sell it and get a 8 Bay with bigger drives?
Something else?
I use it for Plex/Emby and that's about it. The 920+ works great for my needs im regards to power and performance. Just not sure what to do next.
Thank you

Heads up! This story is both unpolished and unfinished, and posted here only for the sake of not letting my work go entirely to waste. If you want to continue the story yourself, feel free to do so.
Credit for The Nature of Predators goes to u/spacepaladin15.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Rania, Gojid Civilian
Date [Standardized Human Time]: Error 560 (estimated date: September, 2136)
At first, we assumed it to be an Arxur weapon, but we had plenty of time to get a more detailed look at the object intersecting our FTL trajectory. A mass of energy, far more than a star could emit, yet giving off no light. Gravitational pull was intense, but completely wrong for a black hole. Maybe the remains of a massive warp core accident? Whatever it was, it was directly in our path.
We had ample time before our collision, and nothing we could do. Our course was set, and escape vessels couldn’t be launched during an FTL jump. All that was left was to wait, and pray for a mercifully quick death that we all knew was unlikely. We built our starships to withstand direct assault from Arxur warships. Our deaths would be both inevitable and slow.
I was away from the refugee’s quarters, on the bridge. I couldn’t bear to watch pups cry in terror, as their parents tried hopelessly to ease their fear. The bridge was only marginally better. Some of the crew were facing their imminent death with stoicism. Many were praying. Many were crying. I don’t remember what I was doing when it hit, but I was probably crying too.
Then… then…
Pain, agonizing and blinding pain. No screaming. No noise at all. Silence, darkness, death.
Movement. But I couldn’t possibly move myself. Was I carried?
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My first coherent memories started taking shape next to a fire. I couldn’t see, but the warmth and crackling were unmistakable. I tried to move, only to find myself unmoving. Was I in the wreckage of the ship? I felt no pain. Was I already dead?
“Hey, look who’s finally back in the land of the living. Can you hear me?”
A human. The species that started this whole mess. That attacked our cradle, let the Arxur find an easy target. That taunted us with their “Evacuation” cattle roundups. The disgusting mockery of a voice washed over me, tainting my very soul.
That fire must be to roast my flesh. Does it want my fear, before it kills me? It won’t get a single goddamn word, not so much as a noise.
“You… damn, he must still be out of it. Maybe another stimpak..?”
Cli-hsssss. A stabbing pain in my arm, followed by… relief? My arm twitched slightly, but I couldn’t manage anything more. A rushing sound filled my ears, overpowering the growl on my left until it bore me away to unconsciousness.
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I woke up on a bed, staring at what must’ve been the ceiling, though all I could see was vague rust-brown shapes in the distance. My body still refused to move. And yet still, somehow, so little pain. Was my nervous system destroyed?
No. Hunger. Brutal, snarling hunger stabbed through my stomach like a dagger. I made a weak noise, remembered where I was, and rapidly forced silence. If it knows I’m awake, it’ll torture me until it lets me die…
“Oh! You— you’re awake again! Can you hear me?”
Don’t make a noise. It might lose interest.
“...No. Dammit. It’s going to starve if it doesn’t fully wake up soon… I can’t afford all these meds for much longer anyway. I’ll just have to… leave this here for it. Maybe it’ll wake again while I’m out.”
And just like that, a rush of movement and it was gone. It worked! I lived… I lived, just so I could starve…
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By the graces of the protector. Food. I could smell food, just inches to my right. Can I move to pick it up? Can I move my jaw to eat?
Is it a trap? The human must be trying to fatten me up. Or maybe it didn’t leave at all, and is just waiting in the shadows to see if I take the bait. Or… maybe…
Fuck it. I was already good as dead, I could at least die full. I tried moving my arm, but to no avail. My other arm was no better. Maybe I could move my head?
The world shifted around me, a nauseating whirl of muted colors. But that meant my head could move. I could move… the food was still just barely out of reach. I can almost taste it… it’s so close to my nose…
I let out a weak cry of frustration. I couldn’t help myself. Did the human intend for this torture? The frustration became rage, filling my body like a white-hot star until I—
Trembling, my claw grasped the food. Rage and hunger animated my arm, pushing it forward. Whatever this was, it was soft. It smelled heavenly. I brought it up to my face. My vision was just recovered enough to make out its form; a strayu-like pillow drizzled with a sweet glaze. I tore into it like an animal, barely even tasting. I must not have eaten in days.
Gone in seconds, and the hunger was barely sated. But it was enough energy to force movement with. Slowly, unsteadily, I rose to a sitting position. The world threatened to shift away from under me, but I held, trying to get my bearings.
I’m in… some sort of shack. Bare, rusted sheet metal on the walls; clearly an improvised structure. Other than that oddity, the room was surprisingly normal. No blood dripping from cages, no hunting trophies on the walls. A torn up carpet, a beaten-up table and chair, some cabinets, all illuminated by soft rays of light pouring in from a window over the table. And right next to my little mattress… is that more food? Some sort of orange vegetable. Like the sweet strayu, I ate without even tasting.
Much better. I was still starving, but only metaphorically. I could even move my other arm, though my legs were entirely numb and refused to cooperate no matter how much I pushed them. Could I escape by dragging my body with my arms?
No. I was still too weak. I had to count on the human fattening me up a bit more before I could make a break for it.
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Memory Recovery Subject: Nathan Dunne, sole survivor of Vault 111
Date: December 13th, 2287
Just a hair to the right… and… Now. The interloper, a feral dog that had wandered onto the property, dropped without a sound.
I couldn’t afford to attract any attention, so I’d hastily slapped together a silencer for my pipe revolver. An old oil filter, just small enough to not obstruct the scope I’d hastily tied to the top. The gun looked ridiculous, but it got the job done silently. If I attracted any visitors, my alien guest was as good as dead. Nearly a week after finding it, and it still wasn’t waking up consistently.
Now’s not the time for thought. Focus. Now.
The second dog also dropped. The alpha of the pack still hadn’t noticed anything, a miracle. I lined up one last shot… pulled the trigger, and finally let myself breath. That was way too close. Every day without the fence finished was another day of silent stress.
Putting up a fence was easy enough, but putting up a fence QUIETLY was nightmarishly slow work, constantly punctuated by hiding from any would-be visitors. But these dogs had wandered onto the property without even seeing me. Could they smell the alien? I knew Dogmeat could track injuries from a far greater distance…
Fence should've been up yesterday. Back to work.
I’m running out of barbed wire. And screws. And boards. Can I afford another expedition? What if Dogmeat can’t defend him? Not a chance in hell I’m risking any other group learning about this… although Mama Murphy probably knows anyway, doesn’t she. Maybe the Minutemen can—
No. I can’t risk it. I’ll have to improvise. Maybe I can set up a Tesla arc as defense and leave to raid Sunshine Tidings. Rusted metal sheets don’t make for the best walls, but better than nothing.
The sun was still high, so I had some time if I hurried. As I began gathering supplies, a thought crossed my mind. A Tesla arc was better than nothing, and Dogmeat was formidable enough, but… surely if the alien was in serious danger, it could use some self defense. Those spikes weren’t gonna cut it. Maybe that bastard Kellogg’s old .44 would finally get some use?
I grabbed the .44 revolver, a spare arc trap I’d salvaged from Fort Hagan, and some tools. It would have to do. There was already power hooked up to the shack for heating, so wiring the—
The food’s gone.
Dogmeat didn’t eat carrots, so I knew there was only one culprit. The alien must’ve woken up while I was working. It was back asleep now, but at least it got something down. It wouldn’t starve. Thank god.
…right. If it can wake up, this trap is probably more dangerous to it than any invader. I walked back over to the shed, stowed the Tesla arc and tools, and grabbed a handful of vegetables and a water canteen. If it could stomach food, it needed to start putting on weight now to make up for lost time. This would be a start, at least.
I set the food and water on the table (taking care not to break the digital chimera I’d already laid there), and the gun beside the bed. I knew it could reach to there, without a doubt. Maybe toss in a handful more bullets, too; it’s not like I’d ever be able to make myself use the damn thing. I gave one last glance at the alien curled up on a bare mattress before closing the door and setting out.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Rania, Gojid Civilian
Date [Standardized Human Time]: Error 560 (estimated date: Unknown)
Help me. Kay-ut. Ki-ra. Protector. Anyone. It’s right there.
When I heard the human coming, I faked sleep hoping it wouldn’t check. As seconds passed, that hope grew thinner and thinner. Clearly, it could see the food was gone. Not that it needed to figure anything out; it could probably see through my deception just looking at me. Ki-yu, trickster; please, let this work. Let me live a moment longer. Noises all around me. Was it laying out torturous weaponry? Was it getting ready to gut me?
Protector. Please. I don’t want to die.
The noise around me stopped. Had the gods heard my prayers? I dared not check; if the human was still there, and I so much as opened an eye, I was dead. But death failed to claim me, and more noises failed to appear, until I finally worked up the courage to take advantage of my blessing and open my eyes.
The human was gone. I was alive. One more look around the room, to make sure it hadn’t—
A gun. A human weapon, close enough to grab. And ammo…
I knew humans were masters at trapping, at deceiving; such was their nature. I stared at the gun, trying to figure out what the trap was.
But I was tired, and hungry, and every sense told me that this wasn’t a trap, but a loaded gun. An answer to my prayers for safety. I couldn’t hold myself back anymore. I picked it up. It felt solid and weighty in my hands, lending some sense of security to the otherwise hopeless situation. Emboldened, I tried to rise to my feet again.
If I grabbed some of the furniture and stood on my good leg, I could just about stay upright without pain. That would have to do for now. Maybe I could use something in this room as a crutch. A leg of the table might do nicely, if I could—
Food. More food, all over the table. A sprawl of alien vegetables, including that orange one I had earlier. A metal jug, probably filled with water. And… is that a translator?
Curiosity overpowered both my hunger and my fear. On closer inspection, it was indeed a translator, one of the older dedicated units. Wired into… some sort of metal armband with a green flickering screen. The craftsmanship was shoddy; some parts were literally held together with insulated tape. Still, it appeared to be powered on and functional.
If I wasn’t in so much danger… I’d love to get a better look at what the human did with this thing. To wire Federation tech directly into one of their devices, and make it work…
My attention drifted back to the bounty laid out on the table before me. It could all be poisoned, but I’d already eaten the human’s food; what harm could it do to be full?
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Sweeter than the orange one, but not as filling. Kind of mushy. Now no longer starving, I began to savor my meal slightly more. The green fruit was next, the one nearly the size of my skull. Upon breaking open the shell, it turned out to be pinkish red inside, and so juicy that I didn’t even need the water in the jug.
Bitter, but strangely satisfying. Next was a massive purple flower, which I could only guess was supposed to be food as well. The taste was unpleasant, but it felt bizarrely good to eat. Maybe a medicinal herb?
Why would the human give me a medicinal herb?
I’d been circling around the question for some time now. Why the food? Why the gun? Why the lack of gutting? Even if those supposed “empathy tests” weren’t faked, our species were at war! Did it not know?
Well-fed prey made for better-tasting prey, but a gun did not feed. A translator did not feed. Did it really want to talk to me? I weighed my options.
Option 1: Run. Impossible to do in my current state. Even with a large head start, even with uninjured legs, humans were nothing if not persistent; my odds were not all too favorable. And where would I go, anyway?
Option 2: Hide. Impossible to do in any state. Humans were perceptive and cunning. Nothing short of divine protection would hide me. And again, where would I go afterwards?
Option 3: Fight. I had a loaded gun, but for all I knew it was only there to lure me into a false sense of security. And besides, did I really expect to outfight a predator?
Option 4: Talk. It wasn’t likely, but maybe the human would have some sympathy (or at least fake some sympathy to keep up appearances). I was already injured, and it hadn’t torn me apart already; it clearly had something else in mind. Maybe the translator was involved in its “Something else”?
I didn’t… like that last option, but it seemed a hair better than shooting on sight when the human came back. Maybe I was forsaking the protection of the gods, forsaking my fellow Gojid. But none of the options were without risk, and I had to try something bold if I wanted to survive.
A noise from outside roused me from my thoughts. It’s coming. Time to make your choice.
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Memory Recovery Subject: Nathan Dunne, sole survivor of Vault 111
Date: December 13th, 2287
Halfway through the outbound trip, I realized I’d forgotten my pip-boy at camp. I’d taken both off, while working on wiring in that translator to the spare one from Vault 81. Having no way of assessing potential injuries simply would not do.
Halfway through the return trip, I realized I’d brought Dogmeat with me instead of leaving him to guard. I managed to make myself move a little faster. That .44 was no guarantee of safety, not if the alien simply couldn’t get up.
Once back, I could at least be sure that nothing happened. No blue blood seeping through the shack’s foundation. I grabbed the pip-boy, ordered Dogmeat to patrol, and prepared to leave before the daylight faded.
That’s a bit cold, isn’t it? Leaving without even checking on your guest?
I was leaving so I could build a fence for its protection, but… a quick check couldn’t hurt. Just to make sure nothing happened, right? Yeah. Sure. I had the time. Though maybe barging straight in wasn’t the brightest idea, not when I had just given it a revolver.
I knocked twice, and tried to lower my voice to a more soothing register. I had no idea if my hacked-together translator abomination would work, so tone was key. Before I could even speak, I heard a wild scrambling from the inside.
“Don’t— please don’t k-kill me, human, I’ll… I’ll do anything.”
…I guess I should be glad the translator worked? What the hell was that?
“I’m not gonna hurt you. I promise. Is it OK with you if I come inside?”
“I… Y-Yes.”
I gave Dogmeat a strong look to stay back, and cracked open the door. The terrified sniveling over the translator couldn’t have prepared me for what met my gaze.
A few weeks ago, I’d heard a heart-wrenching noise while poking around the edge of the glowing sea; a lone radstag doe, torn literally in half by a deathclaw. The beast was scared off by an approaching Vertibird, leaving the doe to wail helplessly until I put it out of its misery.
I had nothing else I could compare the alien to. It was shaking like an aspen leaf, eyes screwed shut and body curled up against the wall. The gun was still technically in its hand (claw?), but pointed at nothing. Just looking at the thing made me feel helpless.
But I brought it back from the brink of death. Soothing terror would surely be easier than saving its life.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Rania, Gojid Civilian
Date [Standardized Human Time]: Error 560 (estimated date: Unknown)
Protector. Please, give me strength. It’s… It’s going to…
No. It just wants to talk. Rania, get a hold of yourself.
I cracked open an eye. Tears largely blinded me from the horrifying details of the predator, but the human still towered over me, casting an engulfing shadow over my weakened form. It was all I could do to not further embarrass myself with incoherent pleading.
It seemed to take notice of my fear, crouching down to roughly eye level.
“You’re OK. I’m not going to hurt you, no matter what. What’s your name?”
“R-Rania.” I forced another eye open. The human had moved itself to a chair. Soft daylight illuminated a pair of forward-facing eyes, but no predatory scowl. It had an expression which could be mistaken for solemn sympathy on another species. But it had no reason not to be sincere. There was no other audience, nor anything I could do to escape. Could it really be concerned?
“Rania. My name is Nate. Can you tell me… what you are?”
“Just Nate? I— I thought humans had two names.”
“Oh, uhh… Nathan Dunne. I just go by Nate.”
I noticed a distinct look of confusion engulf the human’s face. Actually, I started to notice a lot of things. It wasn’t just the building and translator that were so clearly improvised. It— Nate’s armor was clearly not standard-issue anything. Nor the weapon on his side, some sort of pistol made seemingly from scrap.
He didn’t look like a UN soldier, nor a civilian of any type. And… just now… did he ask what I was? How could he not know?
“I’m a… I’m a G—Gojid. Does that mean anything to you?”
He shook his head, which even I knew was a human gesture for no. “Not as such. I might need to work out some issues with the translator, though, so don't count on it meaning—”
“The Federation? The cradle? Venlil? Arxur? UN?”
A bizarre shudder passed through Nate. “I know about the UN, though I can’t imagine how they’re relevant now… and no to the rest.”
“I can’t imagine how they’re relevant”!? What the hell could that mean?
“What— what does the UN mean to you?”
Again, that shudder, like a shadow cast over his soul. “They were a global group, trying to keep international peace. When the first Resource wars sparked… they collapsed like a house of cards. 2052. I was 12. After that, it…” he trailed off, before forcing himself to speak. “It all went to hell. As you can see.”
I couldn’t speak for shock. Predators were deceitful by their nature, yet I knew in my heart his words were sincere. It was plain as day, etched across his face. And if so… What the hell? What the hell!? What was any of that?
“As you can see? What do you mean?”
“Can you walk?”
Should I reveal my weakness? I don’t see any way he couldn’t notice my condition by now, so maybe I can get some sympathy for it?
“I… no, I don’t think so…”
“Then I can carry you outside. If you want, I mean. You’ll see what I meant by ‘went to hell’ real quickly.”
He’d have to… oh Protector, if he chose to carry me to slaughter, there’d be nothing I could do. But by this point, my fear was starting to wear thin from weariness. Curiosity was slowly taking the upper hand.
“S-show me.”
And just like that, the world moved out from under me. Instinctively, I grasped the human’s artificial pelt like a pup clinging to its mother. Light flooded my still tearstained eyes. I blinked them clear, and looked out on the world.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Rania, Gojid Civilian
Date [Standardized Human Time]: Error 560 (estimated date: Unknown)
Was this Earth? This couldn’t be Earth. Earth was green, wasn’t it?
Yellow foliage, grey trees. A soft blue sky, intermittently broken up by concrete highways that towered towards the clouds. And on the horizon, the mammoth corpse of a city, a metal carcass that dominated the skyline.
No green. No life. Not even wind. The whole scene was eerily still, seemingly frozen in time.
Unable to make sense of the wider world, my attention drifted closer. A ring of ramshackle fencing, a larger building that I might mistake for a house. An ancient hand-worked water pump. A plot of vegetables. A beast with glistening fangs, bounding towards—
“Dogmeat, no. Stay.”
Somehow, impossibly, the beast heeded the command, slowing down enough for me to get a better look at my imminent demise. Long brown fur with black markings, a swishing tail, a red fabric tied around its neck. Forward-facing eyes gleaming with hideous intelligence. It sat down, tilting its head and letting out a shrill whine.
“You still haven’t met Dogmeat yet, have you— Rania? Rania!”
I couldn’t breathe. It was looking straight at me. I thought the human was terrifying, but this thing made it look harmless. Did Nate not realize the danger he was in?
“N— No! Please… don’t let it…”
“It’s not going to hurt you either. You’re OK. Breathe.” Nate turned slightly, shielding the beast from view. “Here. We can go back inside if he scares you too much.” I managed to choke out an affirmation, and felt darkness overtake me as we rushed back into the relative safety of the shack. The door clicked shut, sealing the beast outside.
“Rania, talk to me. Can you breathe?”
“Please… please don’t feed me to it…”
Nate’s eyes went wide, and his hand rose to cover his mouth. I didn’t know much human body language (aside from the vicious snarl they called a smile), but shock was a constant across almost every species. His eyes cast around the room wildly, his breathing becoming erratic before he managed to regain control.
“Rania, I— I’m not going to feed you to him. You— listen, I won’t even let him in. It’s safe here.” He clearly had something else to say, and silently struggled with the words for a moment before finding his phrasing. “Can you tell me why you’re so scared? What happened before I found you?”
The words took several moments to consciously register, but their effect was immediate. If Nate was trying to startle me out of my fear, he couldn’t have done a better job. When I spoke, it was with startling clarity as fear was replaced by near-indignant confusion.
“How could I not be scared? You’re predators. Even if… even if you really don’t want to kill me, seeing injured prey must be a powerful temptation to your instincts, no? Not to mention the invasion of the cradle; even if you do have empathy, why try to save an enemy species?”
A few moments of stillness, and then I mimicked his previous motion of shock as I realized what I’d done. If he somehow didn’t know the situation with the Gojid before, he did now. Even prey empathy didn’t extend to their sworn enemies. My stupid thoughtless rambling meant I was good as dead.
“Rania.” Nate’s words were slow, soft, and measured. “I don’t know where you come from or what the situation is out… up there. But I can promise you this.” He tapped my shoulder, snapping me out of my terrified reverie and forcing me to pay full attention. “I’m never going to hurt you. I’ll keep it safe here, as long as it takes for you to heal. You can hold me to that.”
“Safe… even safe from that monster..?”
Nate looked deeply hurt, but quickly covered it up with his previous expression of concern. “Yes. I wish I could prove to you that my dog is friendly, but… if he scares you that much, I’ll find somewhere else for him.”
He stole a glance out the window, before turning back to me. “Listen. I need to get some supplies for the fence while there’s still light. I’ll take Dogmeat with me. Do you know how to use this?” He gestured towards the gun, still sitting where I’d carelessly let it slip from my claws minutes earlier.
“Y-yes.”
Apparently seeing straight through my lie, he bent down to show me. “Here, you just need to pull back the hammer. Finger over the trigger, and line up these sights on your target. Only pull the trigger when you know you have your shot.”
Nate stood up, putting one hand on the door before remembering something. “If you start hurting, you can use this.” He set a syringe down on the table. “Just stab wherever it hurts. The pack’ll do the rest for you. I’ll be back at sundown.”
And just like that, he was gone.
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Memory Transcription Subject: Rania, Gojid Civilian
Date [Standardized Human Time]: Error 560 (estimated date: Unknown)
For a while, I just sat there, gun in hand and mind slowly dissolving from all the new information weighing it down. But boredom is a powerful thing, and even injured as I was, restlessness started to take hold.
With the beast gone, and gun in hand, I started convincing myself that it might be a good idea to get another look at the land. I needed to know what I had to work with in case… something happened. And I swore I saw a vegetable garden earlier. Curiosity was getting the better of me.
I tested my legs again. One was sore, but shockingly capable. The other was still burning when I applied pressure, and swaddled in bandages. I didn’t particularly feel like knowing what was under there. One leg would have to do. I didn’t need my legs to shoot, after all.
Cautiously, without making a sound, I cracked the door open. Nobody was out there. I took one shaky step. Then another. Inch by silent sore inch, I made my way over to the “house”.
Like everything out here, it was a rough-hewn heap of rusted metal and thick planks of wood. On closer inspection, however, some care had clearly been put into making it insulated. The windows even had glass (albeit covered in dust), rather than the screen mesh in my shack. This must be where the human lives.
What could Nate be hiding from me?
My curiosity burned brighter than the pain in my leg as I ambled towards the door. Unlocked. I peeked inside.
Thick layers of carpet. A fireplace on the wall, a couple paintings. A mattress much better-maintained than mine, pushed up under one of the windows.
No blood dripping from cages. No hunting trophies on the walls. No indication that this was the lair of a predator. If not for the construction materials, it could be mistaken for a house back on the cradle. It even has refrigeration and lights, without a functional power grid. I guess that predatory cunning comes in handy.
I already knew what the fridge must be filled with. I made the decision not to look. It’d be better if Nate didn’t know I was here, and that’d be pretty hard to hide with vomit all over his carpet. I couldn’t stop myself from looking in one of the cabinets, though. The thing was stuffed with cans of food, nearly full to bursting. Some were clearly homemade, some looked like they’d been excavated from the dirt. Maybe they had been.
My good leg was starting to ache, cutting my exploration short. With no small hesitation, I forced myself back outside, back to the shack where I could rest up a bit.
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I was only steps away from the door when a horrifying sight stopped me in my tracks. Dead animals, three of them. Sickly looking things, but recognizably the same species as that ‘Dogmeat’. I couldn’t look away. Was Nate hunting before I woke up? I stepped closer, morbid curiosity dowsing my pain. I don’t see any bite marks. And… predators don’t eat other predators.
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Did he kill them to protect me?
Humans were apex predators on their planet. It couldn’t have been self-defense. Nor could it have been hunger, if he’d just left them to rot. So… what other reasons would he have to fight?
I looked closer, my eyes meeting a series of glassy stares. Two of them looked literally skin and bones, but the third looked a lot like Dogmeat. Mouth closed, eyes staring up at the sky unseeing. I almost felt bad for it.
“I wish I could prove to you that my dog is friendly, but… if he scares you that much, I’ll find somewhere else for him.”
Did Nate feel any conflict, having to shoot them on my behalf? Was he going to shoot Dogmeat too, just to ease my fears? He clearly cared about the beast, but if he thought “keeping me safe” meant…
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No. I wouldn’t let it come to that. I had to overcome my fear. If I wanted to survive, I needed to be stronger.
Reaching out to the body, arm trembling, I ran a claw down its side. It was soft… still warm, too. The thought that this predator had been alive so recently, only to be put down for my safety, managed to elicit a twinge of sorrow. That feeling, hold on to that. Force it through your fear.
My movements got bolder, even exploring the rows of sharp teeth hidden by a clenched jaw. And the soft fur on its underbelly… its long tail, which sat limp and unmoving on the dust. I could feel my fear begin to fade more and more with every second I sat next to the body of this predator.
Eventually, I forced myself to rise. As I walked back to my bed, I stole one last glance backwards. Instead of horrifying predators, all I saw was a family of three. That they had to die so I could live… the thought filled me with a strange sense of shame.
I couldn’t stand there forever. My poor legs wouldn’t allow it. Back to the bed, step by shaky step.
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Memory Recovery Subject: Nathan Dunne, sole survivor of Vault 111
Date: December 13th, 2287
Hauling sheet metal was no easy task, even with the help of a dog. It was dark by the time I got home; I’d missed my appointment with the sunset by nearly half an hour.
Supplies stowed away, armor shed, weapons holstered. I rummaged around the fridge for a radstag fry I’d prepared a couple days ago. I didn’t have the energy to cook, and I still needed to check in with Rania. Dogmeat hovered around my ankles, performing his best puppy impression.
These might be the last meals you get to eat with him. I gave a few scraps for his unconvincing performance.
I knew the minutemen would take good care of him, and Valentine could make good use of his nose. But saying goodbye would be a challenge. He’d had my back practically since I escaped Vault 111, and casting him aside felt like nothing short of a betrayal.
The radstag felt like sawdust in my mouth. I tossed the rest of it to Dogmeat, who looked up quizzically rather than digging in. I knew he was wondering why I was being so generous all of a sudden, but I wasn’t ready to break the news to him yet.
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“Is it OK with you if I come in?”
The voice responding sounded completely different. Still recognizably Rania, but without the terrified quivering I’d expected. “Yes. We need to talk.”
I slipped inside, taking care not to let out too much heat. The figure facing me, while again still undoubtedly Rania, was otherwise unrecognizable. Sitting up straight, unshaking, looking directly at me. A far cry from the poor creature I’d talked to when I left. He (he? I decided to assume it was male, given the voice from the translator) turned his head slightly to the side, leaving one eye to meet both of mine in what I assumed was an intense stare for a person with side-facing eyes.
“Nate.” Rania’s voice was thick with determination. “I’ve decided… I want to get used to Dogmeat. If he’s really as friendly as you say, you shouldn’t have to get rid of him just because of my fear.”
It was all I could do to suppress a full-bodied sigh of relief. If he’s on the fence on this decision, showing my joy would force his hand. I have to stay calm. “Can I ask why?”
“I, uh… I found the other predators. The feral ones. The ones you shot.”
Oh.
“And I… I don’t want you to have to do the same for him. It doesn’t…” The quivering returned in shades, but he continued. “Even if you meant ‘find somewhere else for him’ literally, you shouldn’t have to do that for my sake.”
“I…” I buried my face in my hands, trying to beat back tears. “Thank you. I couldn’t imagine having to… thank you. I can still keep him away from you if you’re scared. You shouldn’t have to live in fear.”
Rania shifted uncomfortably in his seat. “Actually, I was thinking I should… you know, get used to him, not just tolerate him from a distance. Face my fear head-on. Just… not tonight, OK?”
For all that quivering, he’s a lot braver than I thought he’d be.
“Yeah. We can get something worked out later. Right now, you need to rest. I’m not just talking about tonight; you’re still injured. Best you can do right now is rest and eat. Which reminds me… The vegetables I brought you earlier. How were they? Any you really liked?”
“Oh, uhhh… yeah, the orange one was really nice. And that red mushy one wasn’t so pleasant; I could eat it anyway to get full, but I’d rather not. Why do you have so many vegetables, anyway?”
Why wouldn’t I? “What do you mean?”
“Well, I thought… predators eat flesh, right? Were you growing them for decoration? I mean… it was nice to see something green and growing out here, but that seems like a lot of effort!”
I couldn’t manage a verbal response to this. All I could give was a baffled stare, which Rania seemed to interpret as a threat.
“I— I didn’t mean to insult you—”
“No, no, it’s just…” I rubbed my eyes. Hauling sheet metal had sapped all my energy, but I couldn’t just let this slide. “I mean… humans aren’t obligate carnivores. Most predators aren’t; even deathclaws forage for mutfruit when they can. Or does the word ‘predator’ mean something else to you?”
It was Rania’s turn for a blank stare, and I began to wonder if I’d just said something insulting. He looked down, mumbling something the translator couldn’t catch, then turned his attention back. “I think we should talk about this later. I need to rest.”
I knew it was a flimsy excuse (I could practically see his mind overheating as he stared back into the ground), but he wasn’t exactly wrong. I bid my farewell with a solemn nod.
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The moon cast a picturesque blue light through the windows, giving just enough illumination to fend off sleep. On its own, the meager light couldn’t fight off the exhaustion radiating through my muscles, but Rania’s bizarre outburst was also keeping me up.
Not knowing about the history of our planet was perfectly reasonable, given his alien identity. Being so scared of humans despite apparently knowing about them was strange, but nothing a bit of trauma couldn’t induce. But even schoolchildren knew the basics of the food chain, and I found it hard to believe that a space-faring alien race would be less knowledgeable about ecology than the local population of raiders. Even with no education at all, certain things were obvious by observation.
If nothing else, Rania was right about one thing. We will need to talk about this later.
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Don’t believe anything the media, the government, the Vatican, or even any supposedly alternative source, like Alex Jones, tells you about aliens if their story could in any way further the agenda of the most powerful people in the world. Instead, think for yourself about what real aliens would do, what they would be able to do, and what they would believe. Also, think about what kind of extraordinary evidence would be necessary to prove the extraordinary claim that an actual alien invasion is a more likely explanation than a human conspiracy.
The agenda of the most powerful people in the world is: one world government, one world currency, one world religion, no armed citizens, total dependence on government, and total control over individuals. In this article, I will refer to these totalitarians as "the Players”. Some specific uses for such power by the Players would be to reduce population in order to sanitize the human gene pool and to preserve what they see as their resources.
Almost any kind of alien hoax would further the Players' agenda. An alien invasion would be the most effective hoax because a majority would be willing to make unlimited sacrifices for survival, and they would comply with even the most extreme national security measures. They would also demand global government.
The second most useful alien hoax would be a putatively peaceful visit that bestowed the gifts of more advanced government and more advanced spirituality. Of course, those gifts would be global government, global currency, and global religion, and no potential for some crazy citizen to do any harm to others. Such a “peaceful” alien hoax would also promise additional gifts of technology, once we had “progressed” to the point where no crazy citizen would have the freedom to use that technology to hurt anyone.
Although most useful idiots would be more likely to believe, and thus more willing to kill, for the invasion story, nearly as many would be just as extreme for the “good alien” story. For example, can you imagine what the crowds of useful idiots would do to any critic of the Players' agenda when the media, the politicians, and the mega churches told them how such critics were holding us back from receiving the additional gifts of alien technology?!
The Players wouldn’t even have to fight their own fight. One can see how easily they could manipulate hundreds of millions, maybe billions, of useful idiots to fight for their agenda.
I first learned about the idea of an alien hoax to further the Players' agenda from Bill Cooper, but he did not elaborate, and thus it would not have meant anything if I had not already known he was the guy who accurately predicted that something like 9/11 would happen about when it did and that it would be blamed on Osama bin Laden. Of course, we now know that 9/11 was definitely conspiracy.
After thinking through the possibilities and writing this article in August 2016, I discovered that Bill Cooper had elaborated on an alien hoax in an earlier interview, but I don't know if he ever thought of all the details of an alien hoax that I layout here before they killed him about eight weeks after 9/11. In that same interview, he explained how the same conference in 1917 that proposed an alien hoax to form a global government could instead use a global environmental threat to justify their global government.
One might assume the Players would pull it off just as soon as they believed they could get away with it, but as long as their agenda were progressing, they wouldn’t waste their best false flag unless they saw a window of opportunity closing. For example, what if those internet bloggers started waking up too many people, or what if known technology were catching up to secret technology to such an extent that the hoax would soon become less convincing?
Given that the Vatican has already started preparing people to expect the “peaceful” alien hoax, and given that it would be easier to pull off, I expect it to happen before the invasion hoax, and probably in the 2 – 10 year time frame.
Suppose not enough people were convinced by the “peaceful” alien hoax. In that case, the Players would have the “peaceful aliens” launch a limited attack to punish a few of those cities having the most non-believers. If that still wasn’t enough, they could have another fake alien race try to exterminate us for being so uncooperative, but then the “peaceful” aliens who had already punished a few non-believing cities could claim that we were worth saving and defeat the bad aliens in a spectacular light show in the sky. Imagine how grateful everyone would be. Then, surely, enough people would be on board for the Players' agenda.
Suppose the bad aliens used some beams from space to destroy ground targets. Would you believe it? Consider that governments have been working on such weapons for decades.
Real aliens wouldn’t exterminate us by physically attacking us. They would simply create a virus that would kill us. Therefore, the Players might choose to use a virus, which again is plausible human technology, and they would claim that they got the vaccine from the good aliens. Of course, the vaccine would also be a eugenics program, and its ill effects would simply be blamed on the original virus, when they were in fact caused by the vaccine.
If there were a real alien involved, consider that he may simply be a passive observer and not one of the perpetrators. Also, consider than one alien is not proof of an invasion. It would be more likely that he were a captured scout and that his technology were being used against his will. At least, any of those scenarios is far more likely than an alien invasion that just happened to occur at the point where the Players had achieved the ability and the need to pull off such a hoax.
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Is ussop connected to joyboy ? In this theory I will explain why he might just be.
At first glance you will say ussop is the comic relief that he is the weakest straw hat but that’s precisely why I think he is the most important straw hat. Oda puts a lot of himself in ussop and while he may say luffy is his favourite and give Zoro the best moments and give sanji the best backstory the thing is he is ussop,
Ussop is someone who underestimates himself who over looks himself and while he talks a big game that’s all for show in the crew he is the most human which is why I think he will shine the most.
Now out of all the crew members ussop is kind of irregular when it comes to his bounties.
Ussop despite being part of the weak trio has the 6th highest bounty higher than brook and franky at 500m and truth be told I do not believe he’s going to stop there. I can see him surpassing robin and jinbei in the future and if I may be so bold I could legit see the series ending with oda ending it on a joke with ussop having a higher bounty than Zoro and sanji because at the end of the day I believe ussop will be the true vice captain.
It’s not that he will out rank Zoro it’s just that’s how the world would see it.
Now in this theory I will explain 3 things.
1 ussop connection to joyboy

1. His coc capabilities and
   
2. A potential devil fruit.
   

As for joyboy the theory works like this.
I do believe ussop is connected to joyboy to what extent I am not entirely to sure but there’s something there.
The original joyboy is an African deity who travels around playing the drums and inspiring people to dance with joy hence the name
Now ussop in the famous bone fire scene was seen dancing around next to luffy doing his Nika pose but I believe that was a red herring and we should be focused on ussop who is playing the drums and is the only one with a visible smile on.
Ussop is also a god of liberation.
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There’s also the fact Nika ran around with a sword and spear which could be like ussop who uses a slingshot and hammer.
But there’s also his connection to noland the liar.
When luffy heard the story he kept confusing Noland for ussop and later ussop lied saying he was related to Noland and all his lies become true.
Noland is noted for his chestnut hair style and look at this
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He is also the only other straw hat to get statues build of him besides luffy.
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Could oda be setting up that ussop could be related to joyboy in some sense ?
Ussop always brings joy to people you got to remember, he is often the one seen playing with luffy and making luffy laugh, he brought joy to the tontatta and the slaves of dressrosa.
But his introduction is proof.
Ussop gathered 3 kids to follow him and he made life entertaining for them, he gave them some fun to have and later when he found out kaya was sick he would go out of his way to comfort her and tell her stories and eventually she learned to laugh against after the lost of her parents.
Ussop gave her joy. He would annoy the villagers to the point they would chase him but when he did leave and stopped pranking them it was shown that the Villagers were out of sorts as they grew dependent on ussop waking them up in the morning and they even admitted that the villagers had fun chasing ussop around as it gave them something to do and some even felt bad thinking they went to far with ussop the day earlier. Ussop brought joy to these people but he always inspired them he inspired the 3 kids to go off and chase their dreams and he inspired kaya to get out of bed and sturdy to become a doctor.
It was merry who then confirmed why ussop lies all the time. When he was a kid his mother was sick and ussop would tell her lies about his father coming back to save them and would do everything in his power to make her happy. Since then ussop can’t stand seeing people sad and often acts the clown to make those around him happy,
In enies lobby again he liberated the 2 giants there and how he did it was that he saw them crying and went over to see why and then when he heard they knew them giants from little garden ussop would mimic their laughter to prove he met them and that they are fine their brought joy back to the 2 giants who got back up and carried ussop to the castle fighting alongside him.
In thriller bark he fought perona and her powers didn’t work on him because as he states
He’s always depressed so he built a immunity around it, but that doesn’t make sense now because we found out sanji is always critical of himself as well through wci he just masks it better because he doesn’t want pity. Sanji was probably the only straw hat who really understood him, But sanji was still a victim of perona df. So perhaps it’s not that ussop is depressed it’s that he is joyboy his joy can fight off the depressing thoughts caused by her fruit.
Now 2.his coc potential.
Ussop I believe can unlock coc people say he is the last person who would have coc but I don’t think that is true. While ussop is easily scared he is no coward that is the one lie he actually believes. He has risen to the occasion many times before and faced his fears. Luffy isn’t brave he’s just fearless there is a difference.
In the end when pushed ussop always over co see his fears.
Now ussop is also a natural leader just not in the way you would expect people see drawn to him just like they are drawn to luffy except with ussop it’s either due to him lying or for him being in the right place at the right time but he has shown to be a sort of leader himself.
All his lies eventually come true and one of the most common lies he says is that he is the captain of the straw hat crew which I believe will come true at some point when luffy is taken out of the picture briefly and it will be up to ussop to lead the crew and the grand fleet in the final battle.
Now here is the thing we are told the crew of the rocks pirates did not get a long very well with one another and I believe that’s because they were mostly coc users as evident when wb and kaido were hesitant of letting more coc users joining their crew like wb was hesitant of oden stating he had bad experiences with his former crew. I believe this is also a case for the straw hats but with them it’s okay as luffy isn’t a conqueror like rocks he prefers to chill and let his crew be themselves which allows the crew to feel in control of their own paths but I do believe that them being coc users would explain a lot.
For example ussop has been challenging luffy for his position for captain since day one.
He just does it in very passive aggressive ways and in another crew he would be executed in luffy he either just yells at ussop or ignores it.
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But eventually this would lead to a fight as ussop let his insecurities win over him and refused to give up on the merry leading to the fight over who would captain the ship ( not the crew )
It was after this fight and after ussop apologised that he came back and from that day on he stopped inserting himself as the captain however has called himself the vice captain several times.
Ussop has also lied about having coc twice now. He told the tontatta after an earthquake that was him using his coc and when people were passing out from the kid vs big mom fight people assumed it was ussop doing it which should also demonstrate his power as he was running around completely fine from this coc blast
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So we covered his connection to joyboy and his coc potential the last is a df power,
People say he won’t get a new df because that would change his style of ammunition but not true at all as ussop is always changing his style of weaponry.
The rest of the crew have their powers and upgrade theme over time,
Like nami always uses a staff. In east blue she used a stick that broke apart into 3 pieces that she would put together, in arabasta she got a new modded staff from ussop with turns of tricks to it. Then she upgraded it in water 7/enies lobby then time skip she came back and it was modded with dials and then it was upgraded again and now it’s fused with zues.
But it was always a baton.
Ussop however not so much. His first gimmick was using tricked weapons, he carried balloons that looked like hammers he used rubber bands and little pellets with different ingredients like rotten eggs or spicy sauces which he would shoot in the mouth.
He would defeat chew by throwing cooking oil at him shooting the glass then shooting him with a fire starter to set him on fire. Then beat him with a hammer and a rubber band.
He would then start using dials before then moving to plants
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However it was clear that these plants were useless in wano. All of his attacks on page one were mostly useless at best he just slowed page 1 down a little but page one was not taking damage when he made his bamboo sticks come out of the ground they didn’t pierce p1 hide,
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When he blew him up he walked it off,
they were even useless in stopping the fire.
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Ussop needs a upgrade and I believe I found out what it is, For a while I been saying by the end of wano ussop would get kanjuro df a theory i since put to bed only for king jay to awaken it again.
I believe kanjuro fruit fits ussop very well as oda has stated ussop is a good artist in real life his profession would be a graphics designer but also I think oda puts a lot of himself in ussop which is why ussop should get this fruit as he is a good story teller and an artist.
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I believe ussop should get this fruit because of a few reasons.

1. Ussop if he is another joyboy he should have a similar power to luffy. Luffy can stretch himself and the world around him and essentially does whatever he can imagine.

Similarly ussop should do the same except it’s the ability to create anything he imagines.

1. Kanjuro was a spy and was purposely drawing badly to slow the crew down and to draw off suspicion.

However the first time kanjuro used his powers to draw something the way it was suppose to look was under ussops guidance and that’s when they made the flying ussop head to scar sugar.
Imagine what it could do in the hands of ussop !
Then there is the naming scheme where all sh df have to have numbers in them.
Now kanjuro df is the fude fude df which means brush brush fruit but another way of naming it is inku inku which makes up the numbers. 2.9 which is the number we are missing,
And finally could ussop already have it ?
After wano ended we kind of skipped over 2 weeks before they left and something strange happened in egghead
When the straw hats were knocked into the sea we saw them all swimming back up except robin and brook as they are df users even nami was fine.
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But ussop. If you look at him he was not swimming in fact oda specifically zoomed in on ussop and showed us a point of few of ussop reaching out to the surface above him as he sank deeper and deeper.
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they were then saved by Lilith before anyone noticed.
could ussop end up eating a df? Did he already off screen and oda is waiting for a surprise twist !?

You are born into a predetermined movie that does not have your best interests at heart. You learn the truth and you gain nothing from it. Now you're living in a meaningless ghost town while everyone around you while not being existent still ages and dies and makes you sad. You have no special powers as the solipsist. Just another old joe living in the mediocrity of this planet. Others are in paradise aka non existence. As the only one who exists you are in for endless suffering and from the truth you learn that you suffer alone making you more isolated from everyone else. It's now hard to relate to people because you know their behaviour is predetermined. The solipsists' behaviour is also predetermined but theres an illusory sense of free will making you feel like you're responsible. As god you chose this movie but with no care for the character only for the ambitions of god to experience absolutely everything even if it sucks. Being the solipsist is a tragedy.

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im watching full metal alchemist (03) with some friends for the first time and i really appreciate its simplicity that allows for more complicated stuff to occur.
equivalent exchange works as both the power system and the theme of the series and even though im only like 12 episodes in i like how its able to be stretched but not make the rules bullshit (looking at you jojolion).
and when the requirements arent there to do alchemy you have to find a creative solution (like when ed gets his arm ripped off by barry the chopper)
plus it gives good contrast to scars magic tattoo and how he skirts the rules of doing alchemy by only destroying as armstrong (best character btw) describes.
also wtf is there only one joke w the franchise the series is full of them and quotable lines why tf do i only see the dog?

Hello all, just joined this subreddit. I started an internship recently working in their Data Science and Analytics department, and part of my project involves looking at some product data and producing a "score" for said table entry.
The score centers on determining how good a product's description is, which will serve as a sort of classifier for whether or not the item is eligible to be listed for sale online.
My project is an evolution/continuation of one started by some uni students, and their scoring algorithm simply looked at basic items like description length, proper grammar, reading level, and relevancy to the product name. However, I was tasked with improving this algorithm and experimenting with it, which led me to come up with an idea my supervisor has sort of given me the go on:
For any evolution of the scoring algorithm, I'd need a way to "know" if the resulting scores are more or less accurate. This involves subjectivity, and I don't think the human aspect can be removed entirely. However, I came up with the idea to instead do the "human step" once by manually reviewing a representative subset of the data and assigning each a score. This is subjective of course, but I can't think of a better approach (advice welcome).
Once the data is labeled with a score column, I want to develop and train a machine learning model that takes a product name, description, and maybe category, then outputs a score. In essence, I'm thinking of it like a regression model or a text classifier where the output is either a continuous value in some range or discrete, such as 1-10.
My initial research suggests I need to tokenize and convert the text input (preprocessing) into a form suitable for input to a ML model, which I've already made some progress on.
My main concern/question is if this approach has any real chance of success. I know ML models can "learn" a lot of things that surprise us, but I'm curious if my idea is feasible. Basically, the neural network/model needs to "learn" how to identify characteristics of a "good" product description, and it seems crazy to me if that's even possible in this scenario.
If anyone has any advice or guidance on the best ways to approach this, I'm all ears.
PS: my work affords access to powerful cloud computing clusters, so distributed training may be an option, but I'm not sure if GPU clusters exist, so it'd be trained on CPUs most likely.
PSPS: I don't want to rack up like $1k in cloud charges as an intern just yet either lol

Firsts of all, we do have misogyny and sexism in the MENA region. Men by far have more freedoms and have less accountability in comparison to us women, and there are ladies until this day who lose their lives when their brothers, fathers and uncle decide that they dishonoured their families. It's time for reforms.
However, as an Arab woman, I find it quite disheartening that people think of me as a walking stereotype as an 'oppressed woman'. What annoys me is that they don't even acknowledge the good parts of my culture, which I can argue is a lot stronger than their own.
As an Iraqi, I grew up thinking it's perfectly normal for a woman to be an engineer. Perfectly normal that a woman is great in math. It's only when I came to the West, I heard the sexist statement, 'women aren't good in math.'
The Arab World doesn't have to LURE their women to major in STEM. Actually, "In the Middle East, women earn more science and mathematics degrees per capita than their counterparts in both the United States and Europe. UNESCO estimates up to 57% of all STEM graduates in Arab countries are women".
Not only that, Algeria has highest proportion of Women Engineers in the world with 48.5%. Also, Arab women in the West are getting recognition for their experience and knowledge in various fields, they come with hunger!
I just don't hear other cultures getting flack as much as Arabs do. Why do we have to be the poster child of misogyny when the world is loaded with misogynistic cultures. They aren't even aware of nuisances too as each state is difference despite the commonalities.
I remember watching a Youtube Channel called Asian Boss, I kid you not, Japanese men are fully allowed to have sex with hookers without any backlash from the wives. Wives are expected to be 100% exclusive to their men. Yet, Japanese culture is highly celebrated. I understand why, I love sushi but no one talks about their gender issues?
How about Latin America? The violence against women with no accountability is creating a perilous situation for women there. For example, Mexico reached the tragic figure of 100,000 disappeared in 2022 and missing people since records have been kept.
And strangely enough for me as a liberal Arab woman, white women as a group is the largest demographic group converting to Islam. It's quite bizarre because as a more liberal woman who grew up in a Muslim household, I believe we Arab (Muslim-born) ladies need to push for our right to marry whoever we want, for example, be able to marry Christian men. I am tired of hearing the recurrent theme of a Muslim Arab woman and her heartbreak for not marrying her Christian Arab man. (I actually find no difference between Christianity and Islam, and as an Arab nationalist, I prefer to be with an Arab Christian than non-Arab of Muslim background). Also, as a liberal woman we need to push for freedom of religion/belief, a right that's highly enjoyed by these white women converts. However, the reason why I am bringing this up is that these women aren't ONLY converting for a religious purpose solely, I do believe that there is a cultural pull especially when it comes to male-female gender relations. However, I would love to see data on these women's socioeconomics.
What I am trying to say is that the MENA region has GREAT POTENTIAL for a prosperous society when it comes to gender. We strive for knowledge be it for male or female, and this is the essence of our Arab culture despite our current stagnation. If we are EVER successful in enacting real REFORMS by improving education and the wider economy, I honestly believe we're going to be one of the best places for women. What I love about successful Arab women is their ability balance between culture and self-growth. They are so graceful and don't receive enough recognition.
Real reforms will definitely eliminate idiotic people in power. This will in effect criminalize honour killing especially when people realize Islam doesn't support it at all. Real reforms will also criminalize underage marriage for girls.
I know we have a long way to go in the Arab world especially for women who come from poorer socioeconomic backgrounds as we also suffer from classism. But I find it quite rich that women from other cultures think of me as this walking stereotype. Yes, I didn't grow with their sexual freedoms or the freedom marry whoever I want from any religion, but at least in my culture I didn't see our teen girls getting pregnant out of wedlock, which is something I totally reject, and hope our culture never reaches this level. In my culture especially as an Iraqi, I am encouraged to be educated, respectful and strong.

Many thanks to those reviewers in this sub. I had an initial run of 5 boards made. While I thought I had thoroughly reviewed the design and used best practices, I've got burned (literally). The purpose of this board is to monitor I2C and 1wire devices, along with the presence/absence of control signaling voltage. The board is also intended to be powered from the constant +24VAC supply.
Issues so far:
1) The inconsistency between the 2-pin schematic representation of the 4-pin boot and reset pushbutton footprints led to a constant grounding of both reset and IO0 lines. Pins 1 and 3, not 1 and 2, should have been used. I didn't catch this in the transition between schematic and layout, even though a review of the datasheet clearly shows the correct pinout. Nothing a few bodge wires won't fix...
2) The +24VAC to 5VDC power section is shorted or otherwise catastrophically failing in some way -- temperatures across components in this area immediately spike to dangerous levels and physically damaged components on one board before I caught it. I followed page 21 of the TPS5430 as closely as I could. Am I missing something simple like a current limiting resistor prior to 24VAC entering the bridge rectifier? Strangely, on another board I was able to leave it plugged into a 16VAC doorbell transformer for several minutes. Any other time I attempt to power any of the 5 boards in this way, I observe the immediate temperature issue.
3) If I bypass the 24VAC power section, the board is functional by supplying +3V3 through the programming header. It won't boot when power is applied unless I also manually reset it once. I assume this has to do with C12-C15 caps on the power and reset lines. These values and their placement were copied from the ESP32 devkit reference schematic, however.
Any input this sub can provide, especially on 2, would be most helpful.
Schematic and PCB layouts here