mit officer

what I really want to know is how everyone came to the conclusion that Sean Colliers, an MIT officer, was killed by the Tsarnaev brothers. all news have reported it as their doing, but there is no evidence in any of the reports. We know the officer was shot in his car. Did the brothers leave something behind to indicate their presence there? Did cameras capture the scene? Can any eyewitnesses testify that it was the brothers? There’s no evidence, but if there is, why haven’t they shown us it? Also there’s the carjacking, which the circumstances surrounding it are also very unclear. If anyone has any more info, please link me to it.

Dzhokhar Tsarnaev      

Birth date - July 22, 1993 (age 23)

The only surviving brother of two (2) after committing an act of terrorism on April 15, 2013.

Dzhokhar Anzorovich “Jahar” Tsarnaev and his brother Tamerlan Anzorovich Tsarnaev planted two homemade bombs which detonated 12 seconds and 210 yard apart at 2:49 p.m. at the Boston Marathon on April 15, 2013, killing three (3) people and injuring approximately 280 people, sixteen (16) of the injured lost limbs.

A few days after the bombing on April 18, 2013 the FBI released the images of Dzhokhar and his brother Tamerlan, the brothers killed an MIT officer before hijacking a man’s car and kidnapping him. The man later escaped when the brothers had stopped at a gas station to get food. After, the brothers sent in a panic after the kidnapping victim had escaped, stole another car and headed down neighborhood roads before having a shootout with police in Watertown, severely injuring two officers and the older brother Tamerlan. Tamerlan was shot multiple times before Dzhokhar took one of the stolen vehicles and ran him over in effort to escape. Tamerlan died sometime after.

On April 19, 2013 Dzhokhar was wanted, the residents of Watertown and surrounding cities were put on lock-down and told to stay inside until Dzhokhar was found. At approximately 6:00 p.m. a Watertown resident discovered Dzhokhar hiding in a boat in his backyard. 

Dzhokhar then was shot through the boat by police and arrested.

On April 8, 2015, Dzhokhar was convicted of thirty charges, including use of a weapon of mass destruction and malicious destruction of property resulting in death. Dzhokhar was later sentenced to death. 

Dzhokhar is now located at ADX Florence, a supermax prison in Fremont Country, Colorado. His cell is 87 square feet and he has a bunk bed, a desk and a stool, a shower, and a toilet. Dzohkhar is allowed two 15-minute, non-legal calls a month.

Dzhokhar will later be moved to a prison in Terre Haute, Indiana..where he will be executed. 

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One of the most astonishing things about covering the Boston Marathon bombing trial has been seeing how much of the crime was captured in photos and video. Not only has the jury seen incredibly gruesome images from the bombings, prosecutors have presented surveillance video from the scene where MIT police officer Sean Collier was killed and just about everywhere else a crime was committed.

But as grisly and horrible as some of the evidence we’ve seen has been, perhaps nothing has been weirder than the video unveiled today from a Shell gas station where the Tsarnaev brothers pulled over after carjacking Dun Meng. It was about 11:30pm—several hours after the FBI had released photos identifying them as prime suspects in the bombings and about an hour after Collier was killed. The video shows Dzhokhar Tsarnaev casually walk around the store buying snacks until older brother Tamerlan rushes to the door to alert him Meng has escaped.

By then, prosecutors say, the Tsarnaev brothers were coldblooded killers. But the video ends as Dzhokhar turns around and dumps the snacks before running out the door to flee in the stolen Mercedes. After everything, he refused to steal Doritos.

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In Memoriam, April 15, 2013

Martin William Richard, an eight-year-old boy from the Dorchester neighborhood of Boston, who was killed by the second bomb

Lu Lingzi 23, a Chinese national and Boston University graduate student from Shenyang, Liaoning

Krystle Marie Campbell, 29, a restaurant manager from Medford, Massachusetts

On April 18 at about 10:48 pm, Sean A. Collier, 27, an MIT police officer was ambushed in his police car and died from multiple gunshot wounds allegedly from the bombing suspects.

You watch hundreds of hours of television, they call you a lazy slob. A computer does it, and it’s a technological success story.

That is the case for a new algorithm from MIT’s Computer Science and Artificial Intelligence Laboratory. Researchers fed the program 600 hours of YouTube videos and television shows like The Office, Desperate Housewives and Scrubs to see if it could learn about and predict certain human interactions — hugs, kisses, high-fives and handshakes.

The algorithm uses an artificial intelligence technique called “deep learning” to create its own understanding of the patterns that make up human interaction. Given raw, unlabeled data, the machine is asked to figure out on its own what is important and what is not. It’s a mechanism that humans naturally develop over the course of their lives by picking up clues in the social interactions of those around them.

A Computer Binge-Watched TV And Learned To Predict What Happens Next

Image: Carl Vondrick/MIT CSAIL

anonymous asked:

This might be a lot to ask but could you make a masterpost of all the videos/pics of jahar that came out during trial? Thankssss

Pictrues: x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x x

videos:

Dzhokhar Tsarnaev jokes with friend day after Boston attack

After Boston Marathon attack, video shows Dzhokhar Tsarnaev buying milk

FBI released surveillance video shown to jurors in the Boston bombing trial | Mashable

MIT Surveillance video of Officer Sean Collier 2

Watertown ATM - Dzhokhar Tsarnaev

Carjack victim (danny)pleads for help after escaping Tsarnaevs. , x

Tamerlan boxing

Video exhibit shows Dzhokhar and Tamerlan #Tsarnaev in boxing gym 3 days before bombings:

Dzhokhar Tsarnaev cell surveillance full video

Video of Tsarnaev Brothers at Gun Range Shown in Court

source: x ,x

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06:13 PM // Tues Mar 1 // Happy March everyone! It’s crunch time which means today is a Two Coffee Day! (Just kidding, one cup is hot chocolate and one is filled with cantaloupe. Get those vitamins!)

The middle of the semester is often the hardest to remember that you are more than the sum of your grades, so please please treat yourself well and be happy about your accomplishments!

I applied to like 20 jobs today…wish me luck, haha :’)

CROSSFIRE Chapter 2 - Without A Trace

Author’s Note: So overwhelmed. Very much so. Didn’t expect the response to this new fic. This wasn’t my first bratva story and maybe it won’t be the last. Had so much positively across all my mediums: tumblr, Archive of our Own and Fanfiction.

 

Chapter 1 focused on Oliver Queen’s backstory, largely based on what I assumed were his early days in Russia and how it would be written. I saw the fight club photo and everything just developed from there. I hope I did justice in relating his current state of mind and the progressing character development.

 

This chapter will focus on Felicity Smoak. I’ve deemed it necessary to reboot her backstory for this fic to justify her being in Russia. This is AU after all. Her journey merits the same length of attention as Oliver’s because this is not Arrow TV and I’m an equal opportunity shipper. This isn’t just an Oliver-centric plot, it is about both Oliver and Felicity and the journey that brings them toward each other.

 

Had they not been stuck in inserting the Black Canary story line in the TV series, maybe this could have been the canon we would have embraced from the beginning. I know I would have, it was a more organic fit for me. But maybe it was just me. It’s a free country and It’s my opinion after all.  However, I’d appreciate a Hell Yeah if you agree.

 

I cannot stress enough how thankful I am to WalkingOlicity for the poster and all of you who have reblogged and shared this story. The word of mouth alone has done wonders for this story.

 

I know my limitations. I’m not the greatest writer. This, as was the case in all my other stories was born out of sheer love for my ultimate OTP.

 

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CROSSFIRE

Without A Trace

Chapter 2

 

She had graduated with top honors at MIT at nineteen years of age, one of the youngest ever and one of the best.

She not only had a double major in cyber security and computer science. She also ranked second in a national wide National Information Technology contest entering last minute because her professors at MIT had nominated her as replacement for another student. Had she had more warning, she was sure she would have won the contest but that was all water under the bridge.

While she was already on the radar of most tech-based companies because of her early accomplishments, ending up runner-up had made her an even more precious gem.

In fact, even before her last term, she had firm offer sheets lined up but had hesitated to accept any of them as of yet. She wasn’t in a hurry. She told herself she had time.

She was wrong, so wrong.

Just a couple of months away from graduation her life had been turned upside down.

Her boyfriend, the man her heart had pegged as her future was unceremoniously arrested by the FBI in a daring campus daylight raid.  

She had later found out that among the items taken from his and his roommate’s dorm room were laptops and desktop computers among other tech gadgets that she later found out were part of an operation spearheaded by a professor who had always taken a special interest in Cooper Sheldon and Myron Scott his roommate.

They had been blackmailing government officials and private companies using intel they had acquired from illegal tapping and a code-breaking hacking program that allowed them access to private and confidential emails and information. Her code-breaking program, the one thing she regretted ever authoring because when planted into any computer this virus had the capability of extracting unlimited information, the same one she didn’t know her boyfriend had stolen from her for his use.

She had just left the library building and was making her way back to her boyfriend’s dorm when she first became aware of the commotion. As she was walking, people gave her a wide-berth as they always did because at that time she was still in her goth phase complete with thick black eye-liner, dyed black hair and a complete black ensemble.

MIT was a haven of self-expression. The IQ range of most of the students enrolled had sometimes led to certain quirks and idiosyncrasies and these were tolerated, borderline tolerated.

She kept a steady pace already picturing alternative routes to take to her boyfriend’s dorm if the swarm of people in front of her got unbearable. She had better things to do than waste her time joining the hoard of onlookers curiously watching the scene unfold.

She finally stopped walking when she first heard it. A burst of expletives from a voice that sounded familiar, very familiar. Cooper Sheldon, her boyfriend.

She moved automatically, pushing people out of the way so she could get a better vantage.

She reached the front just in time to hear Cooper shout out something about he being the greatest and that the FBI had nothing on him, a meeker Myron followed behind him, his hands handcuffed behind him.

She ran toward Cooper. It had been unexpected by the FBI that by the time they had reacted she already had both her hands on her boyfriend’s cheeks asking him what was happening in a voice filled with panic and confusion.

“What….wait!”

“Get her away!” She heard probably the senior FBI guy command and she was pulled away from Cooper kicking and screaming.

“Maybe we should haul her off with those two,” another agent suggested. “Seems like she knows the one well.”

The guy Felicity had pegged as the senior agent paused in thought for a moment, gave her a once over, then shook his head, “no we were ordered to take in just those two and that one professor.”

Originally posted by verdantarrow


 It had been hell week for Felicity after Cooper Sheldon had been taken in.

 Slowly, everything had unfolded half via the MIT grapevine and half because she had been ‘interviewed’ by both MIT officials and security officers about her connection and any light she could further shed.

The professor had wisely erased any trace that the program could have on her thinking he would claim the program for himself maybe, this was one-time she was at least thankful to have a professor who was more after his own gain.

What she had learned had made her doubt everything about her relationship with Cooper. Looking back, she had questioned why one of the campus heartthrobs, yeah because in her eyes Cooper was that good looking, had started to take an interest in her, goth her.

As dumb as it made her out to be she finally pieced together the why.

They had shared just one class together. A cyber security class that only students with superior coding skills were allowed to take.

She had presented a capsule version of her code-breaking program that was designed to filter through key words and numbers and finding that combination, allowed access to unlimited data. It was by definition that next level hack program and was considered extremely dangerous in the wrong hands.

Her professor for that course had tried to encourage her to go steps further, developing it into a full program on the side but while she appreciated the interest, she was smart enough to spot warning bells. While she had constantly toed the line between what was legal and beyond legal, what with the skill she had and the kind of blanket reinforcement the school provided, she was also very much aware of the danger.

It was after her rejection of the suggestion of her professor that Cooper and started to seek her out and she had fallen for him, hard.

She had gone through all the stages before she had arrived at the conclusion that she still had her whole life ahead of her. Fuck Cooper Sheldon!

That the FBI had never been able to link her successfully to what her professor, Cooper, Myron and a few other students had going was a blessing.

With recognition that she still had her whole life ahead of her and firmly putting the past behind her, she made a change. One of those life-altering ones that made her more than excited for what the future had in store for her.

With barely two months left before graduation, she went through the job offers she had with renewed vigor. Narrowing it down to a couple of companies that had potential to be innovation giants in the making. Wayne Enterprises and Queen Consolidated.

At the moment, Wayne Enterprises was on the top of her list having had the privilege of being interviewed by the Lucius Fox himself in person.

While she was being offered an almost entry-level position in the company, the way Mr. Fox described her path was very appealing to her. As the innovations in technology leveled-up, so would her career since she would be part of the team from its infancy stage.

She was a little disappointed that Walter Steele had sent a representative instead of flying out himself but she had understood why or at least tried. Queen Consolidated was undergoing more than a few vicissitudes as a corporation. With Robert Queen recently declared presumed-dead together with his son, a major shake-up was happening inside the company. It would be idiotic to demand Walter Steele’s presence given the situation.

She took a moment to think about Robert Queen and his legacy. The man was one of her idols having built QC from the ground and up. She was sorry the man had passed. The son however, she knew nothing about. She didn’t even spare him a second of consideration. What was his name? Orlando? Oscar? Oliver?

She took one last look at herself, her new self, very blond and bespectacled versus her previous very black mane and colored contacts.

She was also dressed completely different from her grunge look. These days she sported more color, preferring a combination of loud colors than normally wouldn’t work well together.

Yeah, these days she radiated a ball of very bright and blinding spectrum.


 

Seventy-two weeks.

That was how long she had been forced to work for the underground mob.

Hindsight she deduced they had probably been monitoring her activities longer than she thought.

She had her future all mapped out. Had decided surprising in accepting QC’s offer over WE. She was in a taxicab with her two big suitcases. One housed her clothes and shoes, the other carried the same and had a few of her gadgets packed inside. A girl could never have too many tech-related stuff. Beside her she had her laptop and a tablet.

She had been half-asleep when it happened. It was just past three in the morning and she was on her way to the airport to a new life in Starling City.

A throng of black SUV’s not unlike what the FBI had used months back had cornered the taxi she was in.

Her first thought was that her past had continued to haunt her. She could never shake her affiliation with Cooper away.

But then she heard a string of guttural words that definitely did not sound like the American language. Foreign sounding, one of those Eastern European countries.

She had never realized how much of the world she didn’t know until the underworld had gotten to her.

The cab driver was as dead as the countless number of bullet holes in his body. 

She had disappeared, vanished without a trace. Forced to erase herself by the mob.

She had no choice in the matter. It wasn’t just her life that was being threatened, so was the life of the mother she loved but had little in common with.

Somehow they had gotten video footage of her mother, several, with different time and day stamps that Felicity had no doubt had not been tampered with.

She had given up her future in exchange for the safety of her mother, a mother she would never see again. The one who would think she had died on her way to the airport because the mob had come prepared. They had a body that was roughly suppose to represent her that they had burned beyond all recognition and camouflaged it by exploding the cab. Inside were the cab driver and an identified woman.

That was the deal.

No one would be searching for her.

No one had reason to.

Originally posted by callistawolf

 

He appraised his surroundings.

His senses were tingling. His gut was once again telling him to look around more thoroughly.

He honed his hearing to shut out unnecessary noise something he had learned on the Island. There it was, that faint sound again.

A grunt then a groan, someone was out there.

“Help me.”

He heard a faint whisper then a muffled and very low whisper that normal hearing would never be able to pick up. But his hearing was anything but normal. Not since his island experience.

He trekked deeper into the darkened alley, unsure what to expect but anticipating the worst as always.

The first thing his eyes registered was a blur of color, bright against the dark.

Then he heard it again, a moan. Then maybe because whoever had registered footsteps, a gasp and then a flurry of clatter.

He approached the unknown deliberately.

He had no need for a weapon. He was the weapon.

What he saw was the last thing he would ever think to ever see, at least not here in this corner of the world.

A blond woman, barely in her twenties in a splash of what would have once been a pink and orange dress but was now dirtied and torn in several places, noticeable bruises with a speck of dried blood trailing from her mouth.

What the hell had he stumbled on?

She scuttled back until she hit a wall.

“I won’t hurt you.”

Felicity heard the voice of the silhouette of a very large man who seemed even larger because of her angle looking up from the floor.

American. Definitely the accent was American, quite rare on this side of the world.  

He looked burly enough to be a thug but then again Russian were very particular about their operations. They wouldn’t just invite anyone into the fold.

No, this man was definitely not part of the mob.

Unlike her, she was very much part of the organization. She had been transported from the US to the heart of the mob operations because her skills had proven to be an undeniable asset.

Oh she still had days of insurgence. Days when she woke up and felt like she wanted to rebel but always the mob had dangled her mother’s life above her head.

Just earlier today she had been tasked to erase all documentation of a large shipment of drugs that was to dock in US territory in a few hours. Her little mutiny had resulted in the delay in the delivery of shipment costing the mob millions and her, a few souvenir bruises.

Oh they never went further than a few bumps and scratches, she was an important part of the operation, almost irreplaceable actually.

She was expected to brush of her physical injuries as job hazard and report for work the next day like it was nothing.

“Who’s there? Come out.”

Because her curiosity had gotten the better of her, because she had missed hearing that accent and it had so felt like home, she carefully pushed herself by her hands from the floor to her feet stepping forward tentatively until she was finally face to face with the most handsome man she had ever seen in her life.

“Oh.”


 

Eeeep. Checking myself for physical injuries incase someone tried to stab me for stopping here.

By PAIGE SUTHERLAND

Associated Press


BOSTON — After the twin bombings at the Boston Marathon last April, mourners began leaving thousands of items at a makeshift memorial near the finish line to honor the victims of the attacks.

Some left teddy bears, signs and marathon bibs while others draped running sneakers to commemorate the 3 people killed and more than 260 injured during the April 15 attacks. A cross was set up for the Massachusetts Institute of Technology police officer fatally shot three days later amid a search for the bombing suspects.

To mark the anniversary of the bombings, the material will be curated into an exhibit called “Dear Boston: Messages from the Marathon Memorial.” It will be hosted by the Boston Public Library now through May 11.

Among the numerous heartfelt messages left at Copley Square was one from a Sandy Hook mother that reads, “We understand. Sending love and support.” Other notes urged resilience: “Don’t let this stop you. Stay Boston Strong” and “We will run again.”

One colorful sign had more than 10 towns in Massachusetts forming the shape of a heart, saying “Stands with Boston!!!” underneath. And multiple messages of “I love my city” and “Boston Strong” memorabilia were scattered throughout the square.

Messages were sent from across the world, including Israel, South Korea, Turkey and Venezuela.

But the long-term home for these artifacts is still in flux. Until then, any paper tributes will be held in the Boston archives and the other artifacts will be kept in storage.

An online catalog called “Our Marathon” is hosted by Northeastern University and features 18,000 cards addressed to the mayor’s office. Photos of other objects that can’t be scanned will also be included. The city has also lent out a few of the items for exhibits at the Cambridge Public Library, Northeastern University and the mayor’s office.

John McColgan of the City of Boston Archives said collecting and preserving the material was a collaborative effort. Various companies helped by fumigating, gathering and storing the material at no charge, he said.

One volunteer, Kevin Brown, trekked almost two hours from his home in Brockton to the memorial site for a month to help maintain the grounds and protect the memorabilia by sweeping and putting up tarps when it rained.

“Boston needed a place to heal and someone had to do it,” said the 59-year-old Brown, who stayed at the memorial from 10 a.m. to 10 p.m. daily. “It just became a piece of me, and I loved to do it.”

Brown, a self-employed carpenter, constructed the cross for the fallen MIT police officer.

“I did all this for the people of Boston,” he said. “I just love this city.”

Rainey Tisdale, an independent curator from Boston, has been in charge of assembling this year’s exhibit and selecting which items to choose.

She said the experience has been emotional.

“Seeing these objects is a pretty intense experience,” Tisdale said. “People poured their hearts out into them.”

Her work isn’t done yet, but she expects the finished exhibit to feature hundreds of items, including 150 pairs of running shoes.

The centerpiece of the memorial will be four white crosses commemorating those killed: 8-year-old Martin Richard; 23-year-old Lu Lingzi, a Boston University graduate student from China; 29-year-old Krystle Campbell, of Arlington; and 26-year-old MIT officer Sean Collier.

“Working with this collection has taught me that while there’s a lot of pain and sadness in this world, there’s also a lot of love and hope,” Tisdale said. “I’m working hard to focus on the love and hope, and come April I hope my fellow Bostonians will do the same.”