One Year Down

Time flies over us, but leaves its shadow behind.”                                                                                                  Nathaniel Hawthorne

What? It’s been a year since I started this blog already (and a day or two)? Where has the time gone? What happened to all my lavish promises of weekly posts and interesting content? Well, I will admit I have been remiss in my duties and have no excuses to offer. I’ll try to do better this year, alright?

Having said that, I’m really glad I’ve had this writing project to think about for the past 366 days. Thanks to it I’ve learned some really cool stuff, honed my writing skills a teeny bit, and been able to share with all of you some pretty neat facts. I hope you loyal readers (all three of you) have liked it too. I’ve got a few projects in the works, plus I always learn neat stuff during college semesters so maybe that’ll give me some material too. The glories of financial accounting perhaps.

Rest assured, I’ll keep writing, for better or worse. Until next time!

Money Memos: Bill of the Day v2

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Hey hey hey, and welcome to another episode of Money Memos! I’ll be your host today, guiding you through a world of interesting messages scratched onto dollar bills. It’s also my first post of the year, and also my first in about four months! Man, I was lazy over winter break. But new year, new me. I’ll try to keep you guys flooded with interesting content, how does that sound? And as a special reward, I have two bills for the bill of the day. You’re welcome.

First off, we have this message which can take on a couple of different meanings.

SOMEONE out there loves you. Probably.

Looks sweet and all, right? Sure, it could be that our writer wanted each person who received this bill to have a great day and think to themselves: “yeah, that’s right! Someone loves me! I’m not destined to be lonely like I thought!” It might be just the right kind of positive message that the receiver needed to hear.

Or, the person whose hands this bill fell into could be a cynical jerk such as myself. When I saw it, I immediately thought: Ouch. “Someone loves you, sarcastic smiley face.” My (loose) interpretation: “You’re a friendless loser,  but don’t worry- I’m sure that there’s someone out there who thinks you’re alright. I guess.”  Maybe I’ve seen Mean Girls one too many times. Maybe I’m just a tool since that’s what I’d mean if I sent that to someone. Of course, I was also reminded of this scene between Anna and Hans from Disney’s Frozen:

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Zzzinggg! What a burn. I’d like to submit to the jury my case that it was indeed Hans who wrote this Money Memo. Evidence: An evil putdown compounded by a smirk. Court adjourned.

On a more positive note, the other bill I have today is much less open to interpretation. It’s far less likely to have been written by a Disney villain and more likely to have been written by a time-traveling Californian dudebro from the 90’s.

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Tubular, bro! I actually like this one, and not because it’s steeped in jargon that was long gone from popular parlance a decade before the bill was even printed. It’s the fact that this was written on a one dollar bill. I know this dollar might have bought four gallons of gas when the writer was a kid, or a twin pack of Duncan yo-yos to do tricks with while skateboarding at the local park, but dang. How many awesome things can you buy with a dollar in 2016? Actually I know, I Googled it. Spoiler, the answer is none. Proof:dollarSearchGif

The first article I clicked on had a picture of four 12 ounce cans of Pabst Blue Ribbon as the article header image, which I deemed to be accurate considering it was a list of things you could get for $1. However, I hoped that there were things of actual value to be purchased as well, so as not to invalidate the Money Memoer’s plea that I buy something RAD.

Considering the website that the article was written for, I wasn’t expecting much but I did expect something useful. I mean, we’re still talking the purchasing power of a single single, but c’mon. Surely it’s not totally worthless. Well Ross, you thought wrong. Apparently Business Insider’s opinion of what I should spend my dollar on includes but is not limited to: Mardi Gras beads from the dollar store (big surprise), a shampoo bottle from the dollar store (I’m seeing a pattern already), making it “rain” just a drop at your local strip club (yes, that was one of the suggestions), and buying a crappy lawn decoration for my lawn… from the dollar store. I’m pretty sure the article writer was on the point of getting fired if he didn’t publish something, anything to the website because that was the most atrociously conceptualized, worded, and edited thing I’ve ever seen, and I read a lot of Buzzfeed stories. Nevertheless, it does illustrate my point. A dollar is, effectively, worthless.

Thanks, my Cali friend! Next time try writing that on a twenty dollar bill and give it to me so I can at least pay for the gasoline to even get to the dollar store to buy some garbage. That dollar wouldn’t even pay for a garbage collector to come to my house and take away all the trash that I bought from the dollar store. Think before you make a Money Memo, hombre. Or don’t, because then I wouldn’t have any material to make fun of. Cheers!

Arcipluvian Darkness

Buckle up, because it’s time for either everyone’s favorite, or least-favorite subject.

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See that picture? See the bright light near the bottom left corner? That’s a star’s death 55 million light years away frozen in time, a single frame of one of the most powerful events in the entire universe. Discovered in the mid 90’s, SN1994D is a very common way for stars to breathe their last, going supernova and expelling energy at an unimaginable rate.

One of my favorite definitions of supernova comes from Wikipedia: “A supernova is a stellar explosion that briefly outshines an entire galaxy.” This particular explosion is what is known as a Type Ia Supernova: when one of a pair of stars orbiting each other ceases nuclear fusion. The two stars work together to eventually increase the mass of the dead star to such an unstable degree that it explodes in a mighty nuclear blast.

Now there’s a lot of work behind the scenes of this terrifying release of power. Not all stars have the capacity to do it. In fact, you never have to worry about it happening to our sun at all because, hard as it may be to believe, it’s far too small. Our sun has a mass of 1.989 × 10^30 kg, and is over 800,000 miles in diameter. That’s just ridiculous, but it’s also fairly common knowledge. What you might not know is this: Our sun is a pathetically tiny star in comparison to the vast majority out there and it would need a mass of over 1.4 times what it currently has to explode. We know this thanks to the work of a man named Subrahmanyan Chandrasekhar, who discovered the upper limit of mass that a star can have and remain stable after it has run out of energy. Unsurprisingly, the scientific community named this discovery after him, and thanks to the Chandrasekhar Limit we have discovered that the Sun will suffer the fate of all minor stars: It will use all its fuel, die out, and cool down. Not that humanity will have to worry about that, we’ll all be long gone by then.

But what about the stars that are big enough? How do they suddenly go crazy and violently explode? What kind of damage does it do? What remains after they’ve been blown to smithereens? Well, I’m glad you asked.

As I mentioned before, the Type Ia supernova is the most common way for a star to not go gently into that good night. The resulting explosion is pretty epic, but it’s just totally underwhelming after the bright flash of light is over. The star just separates into stardust, and the entropy of the universe continues.

NOT.

You see, sometimes there’s more to the story of a star’s death. Sometimes, if you’re say, a star with a whopping 25 times the mass of our sun, you’ve got a very special death and subsequent existence. Welcome to the wonderful world of black holes, the fun little creatures that everyone is afraid of but no one understands. Quick, scary picture!

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Star distorted by supermassive black hole.. an artist’s concept anyway

This is how most people think of black holes. They know that a star has gone supernova, but it leaves something behind. A nasty, collapsed core that becomes a vortex that sucks in everything around it. It’s so powerful a vortex that not even light is fast enough to escape its clutches.

Well… that’s all technically true, but before you run in fear that a black hole will soon suck up Earth and everything we know, let me tell you something. There’s one at the very center of our galaxy! Now you can run!

Orrr you can learn a little more about these dark beasts. They’re scary in concept… and I suppose in reality too, but that doesn’t change the fact that they have a very important and necessary effect on our universe.

As I said before, you have to be a very special star if you want to one day become a black hole. Our Sun just doesn’t make the grade, I’m afraid, being just a little too small. Since it can’t even enter a state of supernova, which is (usually) a prerequisite to becoming a black hole, there’s no chance it will have any purpose outside of giving gingers nightmares and beach-goers unappealing tan lines.

Anyway, let me get back on track. So as I mentioned before, a star that’s around 25 times bigger than our Sun goes supernova. In fact, this is the second kind of supernova: Type II supernova (there are more kinds of course, but I’ll save them for a later date). That explosion casts off much of the star’s mass leaving behind only a super-dense core. This core is constantly collapsing into itself, becoming ever more dense as it shrinks. The degeneration of the core eventually becomes so intense that it becomes what is called a neutron star. But wait! It’s not done. This neutron star is still collapsing, and after a long time every single part of the core’s matter is compressed into an “infinitely small, infinitely dense point called a singularity.” (source: physlink.com) This, my friends, is the center of a black hole.

Now can anything in the physical world be truly infinite? Science and all our math classes tell us “no, not really,” but it’s still a very important concept to have a working understanding of. A better term for a singularity would be “a point so dense it constantly increases its own density to an infinite limit” or something along those lines. Don’t hate, I’m no astronomer.

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So this core that’s known as a singularity has a sphere of variable size surrounding it defined by another mathematical limit, coincidentally also named after the scientist who discovered it. The Schwarzchild Radius is the radius of the sphere around the singularity, and can be calculated using a complex formula that I can’t make heads or tails out of. Still, you might have heard of this sphere that it calculates: the Event Horizon of a black hole.  Now the event horizon is sort of imaginary, you can’t really see it with your own eyes, but it’s the absolute closest to the singularity anything can get and still have the possibility to escape the gravitational pull. Once you’ve gone over the event horizon, there is nothing that can save you from being stretched, squeezed, and crushed into a nearly infinitely tiny point.

Here’s an interesting question: if you were watching a spaceship getting pulled into a black hole, would it speed up or slow down as it neared the event horizon? Well, as you no doubt have figured out, gravity is an insane force. It does some weeeird stuff. Well that’s not quite right; the things gravity does are perfectly natural but can certainly seem bizarre to us. In this case, the spaceship would look like it was slowing down the closer it got to the black hole, and the moment it reached the event horizon it would seem to stop, and we’d never see it move again.

What?

As we know, even light cannot escape the event horizon. The reason for this is of course the gravitational pull is too strong even for particles of light (aka photons), meaning that the escape velocity of a singularity is greater than the speed of light. So an object moving away from the black hole, like light, would be getting slowed down by the gravitational pull. This means that the photons are moving far slower than normal, and if you’re watching from a safe distance, it takes those photons longer and longer to reach you the closer they get to the event horizon. As we’ve previously defined, the event horizon is the point where nothing escapes the pull, so as soon as we saw the spaceship reach it, the speed of the photons given off by the craft would become zero and we’d just see it as if it was frozen in time. Now that’s only from an observer’s perspective. The spaceship wouldn’t even notice passing through the event horizon and would continue on its merry way into the singularity until its destruction at the hands of gravity.

So now that we understand a little more about black holes, let’s revisit a statement I made earlier in this article. You remember, when I said there was a black hole in the middle of our galaxy! Wanna see it? Of course you do.

Sagittarius Astar

Meet the lovely Sagittarius A*, the supermassive black hole in the center of the Milky Way, only 26,000 light years from where you sit. At a mass four million times greater than our sun’s, it’s… small. Kind of a trend when it comes to Earth’s surroundings, isn’t it? Everything scaled to the perfect size for humanity’s existence. Thank your lucky stars (heh heh). Now as always, when I say small I’m talking  in relative terms. This baby is big, but not as big as other supermassive (and yes, that is the technical term) black holes that reside at the center of other galaxies. Using NASA’s website description of these photos (which is also where I got the image), let me break them down for you.

“The brightest white dot is the hottest material located closest to the black hole, and the surrounding pinkish blob is hot gas, likely belonging to a nearby supernova remnant. The time series at right shows a flare caught by NuSTAR [Nuclear Spectroscopic Telescope Array, NASA’s black hole hunter] over an observing period of two days in July, 2012; the middle panel shows the peak of the flare, when the black hole was consuming and heating matter to temperatures up to 180 million degrees Fahrenheit (100 million degrees Celsius).

The main image is composed of light seen at four different X-ray energies. Blue light represents energies of 10 to 30 kiloelectron volts (keV); green is 7 to 10 keV; and red is 3 to 7 keV. The time series shows light with energies of 3 to 30 keV.”

Now before I go in-depth into Sagittarius A* (you can just call her Sagittarius A-star), I’d like to touch on the subject of supermassive black holes. As far as we know, they’re at the center of every galaxy; in fact the very existence of a galaxy is directly tied to the size of the supermassive black hole at its center!

I feel that at this point I should mention that black holes aren’t always in a constant state of “eating” everything that falls into their gravitational pull. They can pull in too much for them to handle all at one time. Furthermore, like anything with a strong gravitational pull, an object can orbit them without fear of ever getting dragged to the core. Did I blow your mind? Asteroids, planets, even other stars can orbit black holes much the same way satellites orbit the Earth. After all, they aren’t that special. They have extraordinarily strong gravitational pulls, yes, but they’re still beholden to every law concerning gravity we’ve discovered.

One more thing: black holes expel material. Yes, contrary to everything you’ve ever learned about them, they push stuff away from them as well as suck things in. In fac-Hold on! you say. You’re telling me that everything about singularities being inescapable is wrong? Why’d you teach it to me in the first place?!?!

Ah, well you see while it is indeed true that nothing can escape the event horizon of a black hole, matter that gets very close to it, but remains outside, has a variety of odd things that can affect it. As an object begins to fall towards the black hole, it heats up. There is an incredibly dense cloud of gas and particles surrounding a black hole, all fighting with each other and getting hotter and hotter. Because of all the energy being released, reused, and otherwise transformed, massive explosions and other phenomena can often send particles of stardust far away from the black hole, where they eventually cool and become asteroids or other planetary bodies. This is how scientist believe the universe was created, and would be a very good solution as to why there are supermassive black holes at the center of most galaxies. Interesting side note: A current theory that’s being examined is that the very oldest black holes are in fact these supermassive types, forming right around the time of the “Big Bang.”

So to bring all this back to our topic of Sgr A* (a common abreviation for our very own black hole, since scientists are pretty lazy), it appears that the swirling mass of stardust surrounding it is what eventually formed the entire Milky Way galaxy. This is the very same galaxy that you can see from Earth on occasion, if that gives you a sense of how vast it is.

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credit: David Rowley

A single galaxy is practically impossible for us to comprehend, for our very own solar system is inside that very same galaxy pictured above. It looks far away, but we are on the edge of the whole thing. Trillions and trillions of galaxies exist in the ever expanding Universe, and we’re pretty sure black holes are at the center of each one, as well as popping up from the corpses of gigantic stars to boot. Fortunately, one will never suck us up, unless we discover a portal to one like in the crazy movie Interstellar (very good one too). There’s still a thousand things that we don’t know about them though, but I look forward to the scientific community learning more about how they operate and form. And who knows, maybe they are portals to other worlds, like some scientists actually claim! But that’s a post for another time. Until then- stay curious.

An ATM, but for Cupcakes?!

No my dear friends, my clickbait of a title did not deceive you! Everyone is used to seeing those unobtrusive yet instantly recognizable Automated Teller Machines almost everywhere we go. Naturally, I bet we’ve all imagined instances where it would be incredibly handy if we could have other goods dispensed just as easily as cash. Obviously cupcakes are the first things that spring to mind, right? Right.

Feast your eyes on this beauty, cupcakeATMlocated at one of the California-based bakery Sprinkles‘ 17 U.S. stores. It operates exactly how you think it would: you walk up to the storefront, select the cupcake you crave using the touchscreen, and slide your credit card. Voila! The recently baked cupcake will pop out of the machine in a cute little box, ready to eat. These machines are stocked several times a day by the bakery employees to ensure freshness and that the ATM doesn’t run out of its delicious fuel. The cupcakes cost around $4, and are supposed to be absolutely delicious. They certainly look like it.

But cupcakes aren’t the only thing Sprinkles sells. They also sell a wide variety of ice cream and cookies, wedding towers if you have a gathering that will only be sated by filled cake orbs, and even decorations for all manner of parties. Cupcake-themed parties, no doubt. But really, let’s get back to the important part- this ridiculously awesome cupcake ATM.

Now that you’re reeling from the fantastic news that such a magical device exists, I’m going to hit you with even better news: Sprinkles’ 18th location will be Nashville, Tennessee, 12th Avenue South. That’s right, they’re coming (ATM in tow) this December. We’ll all get a chance to try these cupcakes and determine for ourselves if they really are worth all the fuss. All I know is, when I get a craving for cupcakes at midnight, I know exactly where I’m going.

If you desire to learn more about this delectable tech, check out this video of how it all works. Happy drooling!

Absentee Blogger

“No matter what you do or where you are, you’re going to be missing out on something.”                                                                                                                                                         Alan Arkin

I know what you’re thinking. “Where have you been, O favorite blogger of mine? Why haven’t you graced your loyal readers with your insipid inspired writing this month?”

Well to tell the truth, it’s because I’m lazy. I know, I’m sorry, but it’s true. I really enjoy writing this blog but sometimes the small amount of interactions with the real world that I have get in the way. Not an excuse, I know, so I pledge to make it up to you all. One post a week, minimum, at least until my Junior semester starts. (Geez, I feel old.) Hopefully I can keep that up during school too, since I get a lot of funny stories and new ideas from there. And the really bad ones. But those I only publish rarely. Right?

So I promise to do my best to get back on track with one of my favorite activities, and to not let my boring job/friends/social life interfere too much. Deal? Deal.

FFITHW: Plastic Bottle Making!

Welcome to a type of post I like to call Fun Fact In Three Hundred Words, where I don’t waste your time yet you learn something cool in the short amount of time you spend reading my article. Without further ado, let’s begin!

I just recently learned how plastic bottles are made, of all different sizes. I don’t know if it’s how every single one is formed, but it’s at least a majority of them. Every plastic bottle begins its existence as humble plastic shards, a mix of recycled and new. preformThey are then melted and poured into molds. Makes sense – but the image you see to the right of this text depicts your average one liter bottle.

How? Well, those mini things are called preforms, and are softened up by heat so they can be instantly expand into full-sized bottles, ready to be filled with all manner of tasty beverages.

Now while it is pretty cool to find out that the plastic bottles we use begin as these tiny tubes, as soon as I discovered this fact I wondered: “Why don’t they just make the molds full-sized to begin with?”

And there is, in fact, an answer to that question. It lies within the molecular structure of the bottles themselves. The plastic they are made out of is called PET, otherwise known as PolyEthylene Terephthalate. When it’s expanded from a smaller size (think: preform), the molecules “undergo strain-hardening and strain-induced crystallization, which gives the properly-made PET bottle exceptional clarity, resistance to internal pressure, uniform wall thickness, and toughness.” (source: kenplas.com) Neat, right? That’s all there is to it!

lots and lots of preforms

Oh, and in case your eyes glazed over while trying to read the boring text, here’s a cool three-minute clip from How It’s Made showing everything I just told you!

Money Memos: Bill of the Day v1

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Sometimes I just want to share one of these babies with you guys without all the fuss and hubbub of a long blog post about it. Keeps you guys happy, keeps me from working too hard, keeps the profanity censors off my back… Well not that last one. Still, this one was too juicy to save for a later date. It is kinda rude though… you’ve been warned.

Oh and this one is kind of a two-parter. First up, this slightly ironic public service announcement…

Racist Nissan

But wait, there’s more! On the other end of the very same bill…

Racist Gregg

Ouch. Honestly I’m not even sure who gave whom a promotion over this, I think the guy that made this… unique stamp needs to read a grammar style manual. Nevertheless, it did make me curious as to who these men were and why they enraged this citizen to such an extent.

TO GOOGLE!

A quick search of “Gregg Jones” revealed to me a goodreads profile of an acclaimed investigative journalist, who spent his time writing about the Taliban and the Middle-East. I was pretty sure that he didn’t have time to be sucking anyone off, let alone for a promotion up the corporate ladder of Nissan. I revised my search to a narrower “Gregg Jones Nissan.”

Success! Sort of. I discovered an entry on Rutherford County Chamber of Commerce’s website for one Greg Jones, some bigwig in the Smyrna, TN division of manufacturing for Nissan. A LinkedIn profile search revealed to me a Greg Jones: Director of Human Resources and Communications at Nissan North America. I think I found my guy. It does surprise me though, that it took me five minutes to learn this gentleman’s correct name and job, but the disgruntled individual who had a stamp custom made so as to mass produce libel couldn’t be bothered to get it right. Hm. The mystery deepens.

Failing to discover any more insight into the life of Greg(g) Jones, I turned to the Terrible Tribble. Once again I failed to add the all-important “Nissan” to the search query and came to the profile of a semi-popular Christian hipster musician based out of Texas. Like the journalist before him, I was fairly positive he was also not in the business of exchanging promotions for sexual favors, so I revised my search and struck gold.

Kind of. I found two possible leads: A David Tribble who works for the Metro Atlanta Automotive Dealers Association, and a David Tribble listed as a senior production manager for Nissan’s Smyrna branch. The former made me imagine possible clandestine company meetings and illegal corporate deals, but I grew bored with my conspiracy theorizing and decided it was probably the latter.

Though I tried to dig deeper, the trails of these two men grew cold. Jones and Tribble have stayed off the radar, as far as I could tell. This can only mean one thing. The person who defaced the bills (Oh yeah, I forgot to mention that I was handed two of them personally by a customer) was an enraged employee who got personally screwed over (in his mind) by these guys. Possibly passed up for promotion? Who knows. All I can say is, I doubt our friend George Washington would have approved of his likeness being stamped with that kind of message.

Thanks for reading this episode of Money Memos! If you liked it, feel free to look at my other posts about the crazy things people do to money or even at my other posts about other topics, which are all pretty crazy themselves. Have fun, and I’ll see you all next time…

Unborn Beginnings

The Seven

It’s no surprise, I like to write. I’m always looking for new ways to spark my creativity and write new and epic things. A creative writing exercise that I find entertaining to engage in from time to time is to try to compose interesting, random story beginnings as quickly as possible. Usually they’re just a paragraph or two, just to see what my fingers write down. I don’t revise or plan them out (much), that would defeat the purpose of the exercise. It’s a neat little diversion to get my writing juices flowing, and to demonstrate this I’ve written a few of them in about an hour, for your reading pleasure, and they seem to have taken a life of their own. Slightly disturbing and sometimes macabre, true, but they were the ones that fought their way out of my fingers.

Ironthroat~1~

It all started with a name. A name that will forevermore send chills running down my back like rats from a burning building. A name that can turn my legs to jelly and my heart to jam, ready to be spread out on two pieces of bread like a fear sandwich. A name that I never want to hear or see again. And yet it echoes in my thoughts and reverberates in my mind until speak it I must, or else I go mad.

Ironthroat.

Perhaps I’m mad anyway. But it truly is a terrifying name. A name that signifies… Well, let me tell you exactly what it signifies.

The Aurus~2~

Rain tickled the back of Her neck as She ran, sliding down Her collar and soaking Her shirt. The cold set in immediately, but She was far too busy to worry about such things. After all, within two hours She’d be out of the country in an entirely new, warm set of clothes, while Her old ones would be carefully discarded in a nearby house fire. One that hadn’t been set yet, of course. House fires aren’t much good if the owners aren’t inside, and She very much wanted to be sure these particular owners were inside.

Few knew Her, and even fewer knew to never speak Her name, real or false. La Mujer Serpiente was Her identity in this corner of the globe if it had to be mentioned at all, and it suited Her well. The Snake Woman. She’d picked it Herself, remaining faceless as whispers of Her coming had spread to every corner of the continent in the surprisingly short time it takes a plane leaving Brussels to arrive in Rio de Janeiro, give or take a handful of hours. Of course, that’s not where She was at the moment. Always good policy to spread disinformation and fear among those who wish you dead, or cross themselves when they hear your name. Especially among those people.

Coppersight~3~

“You can’t do this to me! I have rights!”

I turned my head slightly to the left, to better catch the faint voice of the shouting man six floors above my hotel room. Momentarily distracted, I gazed out over the patio railing at the spectacular ocean sunset. One of my favorite parts of visiting the H.M. headquarters in sunny California.

“I paid good money for this room. You can’t… you can’t just toss me out!”

I turn back to my guest. Resident disputes with hotel security always end in the same, uninteresting outcome. I’ve never seen the staff lose yet, and when you know how a fight is going to end, it ceases to have meaning. It’s merely a play, a boring facade of originality. The woman sitting across from me, however. Now that I found very interesting. Despite my never having seen her before, the powers that be had declared her to be this year’s project manager. Considering the highly temperamental, some might say volatile nature of our projects, it was no small surprise to find out they were bringing in an outsider to head up the team assigned our very unique duties.

“I’m sure you must have a lot of questions. Never fear. I’ll answer all of them in due time, Mr.-” She fished for my name in such a pathetic attempt to catch me off guard it almost made me laugh. Something stopped me. Perhaps it was the deadly way she almost breathed the words, like a hiss of something creeping up behind you in the dark…

“It’s Coppersight, as you well know. A title I’ve earned over many years. Sadly the same can’t be said for you, Aurus.”

Fleetfinger~4~

The sun set hours ago. The park emptied long before that. The shape saw it all. It had been on the bench since what seemed time immemorial, watching the families frolic and pretend that it was not there to watch their every move. But it was. And it watched. It watched everything. And after it had watched everything the city had to offer-

It watched some more. This was not an accident. It was by design.

Even when the street lamp gave out and no illumination could be found for a good two hundred meters from the bench where the shape lay, it watched. And continued to do so, even as the sun broke the horizon and appeared above the city’s vast imposing skyline, beginning another day in the endless march of days.

If any of the numerous passersby knew that it was watching, they might have wondered what it was looking for. And the answer would have been:

Nothing. This was not unintentional. It was by design.

Watching isn’t the same as looking. Looking has a purpose, a destination. Watching, on the other hand, has a considerably less urgent objective. Time slows to a crawl when one watches, with no sense of needing to rush, while it spites those who seek for something.

Unfortunate for those who spend their time looking, but convenient for the shape on the Mill Springs City Park bench, which finally, slowly, purposefully moved at 7:33:46 AM. This was by design.

Silvertail~5~

They were late. This was normal. In fact, it was necessary. Each of them had to arrive between an hour and two hours late, otherwise… there would be consequences. Except for him of course. He had been early. He was always early, not that any of them would ever know that. They followed the Rules, and were far too trusting of them and the security they promised. He, on the other hand, knew better. After all, he had written them.

He fiddled with the shiny, ornate ring on his finger. It was the only piece of jewelry or any other kind of ornamentation to be found on his person, but it was highly ostentatious to compensate. An extremely detailed silver band with minute carvings on the outside and interior, it had cost several fortunes in its making. Three triangle-cut sapphires could be found on three different sections of the ring, each equidistant from the others. The engravings were too small to be read by the naked eye, but it did not matter to its owner. He knew every word they contained, for they were the Rules. And he never forgot the Rules.

Leadsmith~6~

He died well. No bribe attempts or blubbering. He simply said, “Please… please, I need to live.”

The line from the film he had watched the day before with his children rose to his mind unbidden, demonstrating how ironic the brain can be when faced with its final moments. Had he been given the chance, he wouldn’t have even said those words. There would have been no point. When the Golden Serpent came calling, you didn’t waste time with threats or pleas. They all ended the same way- unpleasantly for you.

It was the “please” that caught my memory. I asked him what was so important for him here. “True Love”, he replied.

The quote continued to run through his mind, even as he heard his wife wake up behind him. He felt her struggle against the ropes that bound their chair backs to each other, before she realized what had happened and began to cry, silently, the quivering of her shoulders betraying her emotions. Yes, he loved her more than anything he had ever known, more so than even his own children. He loved them as well, but even though he would move mountains- no, the world for them, nothing could compare to the love he held for her. The love that had put them in this very situation.

He knew what had happened to his son (George, age 12), as well as his two daughters (Serra, age 9, and Juniper, age 5) even as he looked up at the wall facing him. The pair of paintings his wife had picked up for a song at the flea market they visited during their fifth anniversary were in shreds on the floor. In their place was a message. A message written in crimson drips, smeared onto the pale yellow drywall by a petite yet deadly hand.

You could have done better. Farewell, Leadsmith.

It had taken quite a bit of the makeshift red ink to compose the message, and strangely enough, he was certain he knew precisely how many pints of the material had been used. And with the same complete certainty, he also knew that neither he nor his wife was bleeding.

A glow cast his shadow onto the wall as the flames began to devour everything he ever valued on the earth.

Tinker~7~

The Tinker. The name needed no explaining. An uncertified demolitions expert in 23 countries (and rising), her skill with explosives and other entertaining substances had, unlike her, left their mark on landmarks and moguls’ wallets alike. Her precise identity: Unknown. Her reputation: Feared. Her location:

It was raining. She loved rain. As a child she had lived for rainy days. There were so many things you could do on rainy days, and the downpour just made everything so much better. She treated each rainy day as a holiday, a vacation from her dreary, plain existence in the sun. On the days when especially powerful and noisy thunderstorms reared their majestic grey heads, she liked to spend her time on the couch that lived on the front porch, reading one of the many books that traveled with her everywhere. On days where the rain was so heavy that it seemed like every drop was made of iron, she liked nothing better than to dance and spin in the largest puddles she could find, providing no end of amusements to herself or aggravation to her father, who spent most of his time cleaning up after her glad gloomy excavations into the muddy countryside. She always thanked him for his troubles, giving him a kiss and running away before he could scoop her up into his great arms and tickle her until she begged for mercy. Of course he would always chase her. Of course, she would always let him catch her- eventually.

This rain was different than those of her childhood. It had a somber quality to it, and a musty smell lingered in the air that reminded her of a home long lost to time. She shuddered. Not lost enough, not yet. But soon-

A hand gripped her shoulder. She turned, and gazed with some amusement at the bespectacled face peering at her. It was a deceptively cheerful face, full of deception in general. It was a face that should be trusted under no circumstances, and yet she had no choice but to trust it. A very perplexing quandary, she noted, but all of her quandaries were perplexing these days. Nothing unusual about it.

“It’s time to go,” the man in the bronze-colored glasses said. “We’re over an hour late.”