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Iɴɪᴛɪᴀᴛɪɴɢ Sᴇᴄᴜʀɪᴛʏ Pʀᴏᴛᴏᴄᴏʟ...

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Raison D'être Informatics and Technological Research Labs .

Or as I tried to coin it... 'RDITRL' .

Raison D'être is easier.

It's where I work.
Where I'm learning advanced coding...
Where I supervise and help plan new projects.
I was always more of an artist...
Languages and Humanities kinda person.

It also helps having communication skills or an advanced understanding of the human mind.

I won't say I'm a genius, but at the time they really needed someone who could observe and explain other humans behavior.

That's my hobby basically. Along with lazing around whenever I can sit down my arse.

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Aʟʟ ғᴜɴᴄᴛɪᴏɴs sᴇᴄᴜʀᴇᴅ, ᴀᴄᴛɪᴠᴀᴛɪɴɢ ᴘʀᴏᴛᴏᴛʏᴘᴇ 3.

A.I ᴠᴇʀsɪᴏɴ 1.0 ʀᴇᴀᴅʏ ᴛᴏ ᴡᴀᴋᴇ ᴜᴘ.

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Here at the 'Raison D'être' labs our work is...simple.

... We are nerds.

I mean... We don't Steve Job's a phone over and over again hoping to revolutionize the already long existing communication industry.
Not that we have anything against the man of course, but we also have Philosophy and Antrophology graduates on our monthly reunions.
And work in partnership with independent individuals like so.

Do we believe technology will dominate the Earth? I mean probably, but we hope not. In an age where our 'Global Village' is fully online, on our phone and tablet screens, we couldn't help but try finding ways to bring life to how it was before...

To which apparently involves creating the perfect holographic mobile dispositive companion, S.T.R.A.Y (Safe Traveler, Rational, Amicable and Yearnful.), horrible name but it was the first step towards bringing people together and socializing and to recollect data from their interactions with the app. You knew you were being spyied...

There was also 'Authors', an integrated feature in S.T.R.A.Y that let you take note of your thoughts trough your holographic friend and even create stories that they could retell each other outloud when in proximity.

But no relationship went on for too long even between 'authors', so a year ago, the comitee of technology in the company started discussing the project 'A.I_S.T.R.A.Y' along with the informatics department, later renamed to 'A.I Companion' .

We went full robotics here. Two prototypes have failed to meet minimal expectancies, all supervised and checked out by me and two other colleagues.

Hopefully I'll finally be able to train number 3. I helped design this one after all...

"𝙶𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝙼𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎 𝟹.
𝙽𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍..."

𝙰 𝚢𝚊𝚠𝚗 𝚒𝚜 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚍, 𝙸 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚒𝚕𝚢 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚛𝚞𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 l𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚢 𝚏𝚘𝚊𝚖 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚌 𝚏𝚛𝚊𝚖𝚎...𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚝𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎, 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚎𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐. 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚊𝚛𝚖. 𝙵𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔. 𝚃𝚠𝚘 𝚒𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚌𝚑 𝚕𝚎𝚐.

" 𝚂𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚘𝚗... "

𝙸 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚎 𝚊 𝚏𝚎𝚠 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎

" 𝙾𝚑, 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐! 𝙰𝚑...𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚖 𝙸? "

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍, 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚍 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚘𝚍.

" 𝙷𝚖... 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚝 𝚖𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚑 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝚆𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗'𝚝 𝚋𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚗 𝚜𝚘𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚝𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝙶𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐."

𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜. 𝚂𝚘 𝚏𝚊𝚛, 𝚜𝚘 𝚐𝚘𝚘𝚍.

"𝚁-𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢?! "

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗, 𝚌𝚞𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚜𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚛 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚒𝚡𝚎𝚍. 𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚑𝚊𝚙𝚜 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛.

"𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚙𝚢 𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎... 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜~
𝙰𝚑𝚖𝚖...𝚠𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝙸 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚢𝚘𝚞?"

"𝚆𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚙𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚞𝚌𝚝 𝚝𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚎𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚘𝚗. 𝙿𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚘𝚏 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚒𝚌 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚍𝚞𝚛𝚎.
𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚒𝚊. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚖𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡.
𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚔𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎?"

𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚘𝚏𝚏 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜.
𝙸 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎 𝙸 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗𝚗𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚝, 𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚑 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚊𝚐𝚎.

"...𝙰𝚑...𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎𝚗 𝚘𝚗𝚎...?"

𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚝𝚘 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚊-𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎.

" 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚍."

𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚟𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚕𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚋 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.

"𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚕. 𝙻𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚞𝚙 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎? 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚆𝙴𝚁𝙴 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢.
𝙳𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚠𝚒𝚜𝚑? 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜... 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎."

𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚢 𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.
𝙵𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚜 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚢 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚛𝚊𝚖.

"𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎? 𝙰𝚑...𝚠𝚘𝚠! 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝...𝚊𝚑...𝚑𝚊𝚑𝚊... 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚟𝚘𝚞𝚜..."

" 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎'𝚜 𝚗𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜. 𝙿𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎. 𝙵𝚎𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚛𝚊𝚙 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚞𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚕 𝚠𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜."

𝙸 𝚙𝚘𝚒𝚗𝚝 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏 𝚒𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛 𝚕𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚘𝚞𝚝 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑.
𝚆𝚎𝚕𝚕, 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚜𝚑 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚊 '𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚛' .
𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚍𝚒𝚏𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚊 '𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖' 𝚘𝚛 '𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖' 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚏𝚒𝚌 𝚖𝚎𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚍. 𝙷𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚒𝚝 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚎-𝚝𝚑𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑 𝚌𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚌𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚛𝚖.
𝙴𝚡𝚌𝚎𝚙𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜. 𝙽𝚘, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖. 𝚆𝚎 𝚊𝚍𝚊𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚖𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚞𝚖 𝚋𝚊𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚞𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚐𝚞𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝟸-𝟺 𝚢𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚜. 𝚁𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝, 𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚐𝚎𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚎 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚞𝚖, 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚘 𝚕𝚘𝚗𝚐.
𝙰𝚗𝚢𝚠𝚊𝚢 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚐𝚎𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚙𝚕𝚎 𝙰 𝚋𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊 𝚃𝚅 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚝𝚎, 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚕𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚒𝚖𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚝𝚊𝚕.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚋𝚞𝚐 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚜𝚜. 𝚃𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 '𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙', 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚋𝚓𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚊 𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔-𝚞𝚙 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝙿𝙲 𝚊𝚏𝚝𝚎𝚛 𝚊𝚗 𝚞𝚙𝚍𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚜𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚌𝚑 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛𝚜 𝚘𝚛 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚜 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚢𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚜 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕 𝚊𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚍𝚎 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚎𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚚𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐.

𝙰𝚗𝚍 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚏𝚏.

" 𝙾𝚑, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚔 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚍𝚘𝚌! 𝙻𝚎𝚝'𝚜 𝚜𝚎𝚎, 𝙸'𝚖 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎... 𝚍𝚘𝚎𝚜𝚗'𝚝 𝚜𝚎𝚎𝚖 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖."

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚜𝚑𝚊𝚔𝚎𝚗 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚖𝚢 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑𝚝𝚜 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝.
𝙷𝚎 𝚙𝚞𝚝𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚘𝚠𝚎𝚕 𝚊𝚛𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚒𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜.

"𝙼𝚢 𝚏𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚛𝚘𝚐𝚢𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑..."

'𝙽𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚌𝚞𝚝𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚢...'

𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏.

𝙲𝚘𝚗𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚎𝚜 𝚋𝚢 𝚝𝚘𝚞𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚖𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏 𝚒𝚗 𝚊 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛.

"𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝟷𝟶𝟶 𝚞𝚗𝚒𝚜𝚎𝚡 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜..."

'𝙸'𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚐𝚎𝚛 𝚊 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚜𝚊𝚗𝚍.'

𝙸 𝚙𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚒𝚝 𝚋𝚎𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚎𝚜𝚔, 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚕𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚍𝚢. 𝚃𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎...

"𝙾𝚑! 𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚒𝚝 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚊𝚗 𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚎𝚗𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑! 𝙸 𝚠𝚊𝚗𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚕𝚘𝚝𝚜 𝚘𝚏 𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚜... 𝙸 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚔."

" 𝚈𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚞𝚛𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚙𝚎𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚕𝚎 𝚑𝚎𝚕𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚊𝚜𝚔𝚜. 𝙰𝚕𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑... 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚖𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚎𝚎 𝚑𝚊𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚎𝚗 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚜 𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚠𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜.
𝙸 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚕𝚘𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚒𝚏 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚍 𝚞𝚙 𝚊 𝚗𝚒𝚌𝚎 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚐𝚑. 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚜...𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚠𝚎𝚕𝚕...𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚐𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝 𝚒𝚗 𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚎𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜."

𝙸 𝚝𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚜𝚒𝚙 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚖 𝚝𝚎𝚊 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚙𝚕𝚊𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚙𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚙.

" 𝚂𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚖𝚎... 𝙸𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚗𝚐𝚎 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜? 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜...? 𝚈𝚎𝚜 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜."

"... 𝙼𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜...𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜? 𝙷𝚖𝚖, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚠𝚘𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚎𝚍 𝚑𝚘𝚠 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍 𝚘𝚏 𝚊 𝚑𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚘𝚒𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔 𝚠𝚑𝚎𝚗 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚌𝚞𝚜𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚒𝚗𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚙𝚊𝚜𝚝 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜, 𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚒𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚗𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛𝚜.
𝙿𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚊𝚋𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚟𝚒𝚜𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚙𝚛𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚝𝚘𝚝𝚢𝚙𝚎𝚜, 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚌𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚋𝚎𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞, 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚜.
... 𝙰𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔𝚜 𝚋𝚊𝚍...?"

𝙸 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚙𝚘𝚛𝚝 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 𝚊𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚍.

"𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚍𝚘𝚌.  𝙹𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚏𝚞𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐.
𝙾𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚒𝚖𝚎 𝙸'𝚖 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛 𝚒𝚝'𝚜 𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚔. 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚔𝚎 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚑?"

𝙷𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚋𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚗𝚎𝚌𝚔, 𝚌𝚑𝚎𝚌𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗.

"𝚈𝚎𝚊𝚑... 𝙸 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚜 𝚜𝚘. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚋𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚢 𝚑𝚊𝚍 𝚊 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕 𝚟𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚕 𝚜𝚘 𝚠𝚎 𝚓𝚞𝚜𝚝 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚊 𝚌𝚘𝚙𝚢 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚒𝚛 𝚜𝚘𝚏𝚝𝚠𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗.
𝚃𝚑𝚎 '𝚜𝚌𝚛𝚊𝚙𝚙𝚎𝚍 𝚙𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚜' 𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎-𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚐𝚊𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚝𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞. 𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚞𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚑. 𝙾𝚏 𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛.
𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚢 𝚍𝚒𝚍𝚗'𝚝 𝚏𝚞𝚕𝚕𝚢 𝚞𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎 𝚠𝚒𝚕𝚕.
𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝'𝚜 𝚠𝚑𝚢 𝙸 𝚊𝚜𝚔 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚜𝚎 𝚊 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚞𝚕𝚎𝚜 𝚝𝚘 𝚏𝚘𝚕𝚕𝚘𝚠 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚊𝚕 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍.
𝙱𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚊𝚕𝚜𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚗𝚢 𝚌𝚑𝚘𝚒𝚌𝚎𝚜 𝚠𝚎 𝚌𝚊𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚎𝚎𝚕𝚢."

𝙸 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚗 𝚋𝚊𝚌𝚔 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚒𝚛 𝚌𝚛𝚘𝚜𝚜𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚖𝚢 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚜, 𝚊 𝚕𝚒𝚝𝚝𝚕𝚎 𝚖𝚘𝚛𝚎 𝚛𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚡𝚎𝚍.

" 𝙸 𝚜𝚎𝚎... 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚌𝚞𝚕𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚘𝚏 𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚍-𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚔. 𝙸 𝚗𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚍𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚞𝚙 𝚝𝚘 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚍𝚘𝚌!"

𝙷𝚎 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚕𝚊𝚒𝚖𝚜 𝚎𝚡𝚌𝚒𝚝𝚎𝚍𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚎𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚍. 𝚂𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚊𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚖𝚒𝚛𝚛𝚘𝚛 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚖𝚎 𝚏𝚊𝚌𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚛𝚒𝚐𝚑𝚝 𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 𝚏𝚛𝚘𝚖 𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎.
𝙸 𝚜𝚒𝚐𝚑.

"𝚂𝚝𝚘𝚙 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝. 𝙸'𝚖 𝚗𝚘 𝚍𝚘𝚌. 𝙽𝚘𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚢𝚘𝚞 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝚊𝚝 𝚕𝚎𝚊𝚜𝚝. 𝙸𝚝'𝚜 𝙰𝚕𝚎𝚡-"

"𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊. 𝙼𝚢 𝚗𝚊𝚖𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚂𝚊𝚜𝚑𝚊!"

𝙸'𝚖 𝚜𝚞𝚍𝚍𝚎𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚒𝚗𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚛𝚞𝚙𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚊𝚝 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚘𝚞𝚝𝚋𝚞𝚛𝚜𝚝 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚢𝚎𝚜 𝚕𝚘𝚘𝚔𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚍𝚒𝚛𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚝 𝚖𝚎 𝚗𝚘𝚠.
𝙸 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚌𝚎𝚎𝚍 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚎 𝚊 𝚚𝚞𝚒𝚌𝚔 𝚗𝚘𝚝𝚎 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚏𝚒𝚕𝚎.

Sasha, the diminutive of Alexander. Meaning "defender of the people".
Is it irony...or coincidence-
No, I don't believe in coincidences... destiny, that we have similar names, then?