personality matrix

I need to tell you guys about the time I was almost swept off to another dimension on a ghost train or something

Because honestly it was… a really weird experience tbh

So a few years ago a friend and I were in Belfast, and it was getting towards evening time in the winter so it was already pitch black but still kind of crowded from the Christmas rush. We headed to the train station to get a train home and these trains were fairly regular, like about every thirty minutes or so which is pretty regular for that country, trust me. The trains varied from the newer, nicer ones to the ones that probably hadn’t been updated since the seventies, but they were all relatively decent and no cause for concern. 

Or so we thought. We caught our train at the usual platform, but no sooner had we got on did we realise something was kind of off. This train was old, and kind of shabby looking. We made a few jokes and sat down anyway, figuring it was one of the older trains that we’d just never seen before, and things passed relatively normally. The train pulled out of the station, and it was only as we were picking up speed that we realised we were the only ones in the carriage. This was highly unusual, because it was still peak time for people starting to head back, and it being so close to Christmas, the train should have been packed. We couldn’t have got on an out of service trains, because they wouldn’t go to a passenger platform if they weren’t taking passengers, and with all the other trains needing platforms there would be no room for them. They would go to a separate part of the tracks out of the way. We were completely stumped.

We put it down to just weird timing and figured the other carriages probably had people in them, and tried to relax. The train was sort of rickety and unusually loud, and it didn’t exactly sound like what you would expect from a train. I don’t know how to describe it, but there was a kind of odd, distorted quality to the sound of the wheels on the track; it was sort of muffled but also louder than usual at the same time? Kind of like when you have a dream and wake up still hearing the sound from it, and it sounds both quiet because it’s fading from your ears but loud at the same time because it’s in your head. That’s really the only way I can describe it.

We quickly noticed something else that was weird. Several minutes passed, and we didn’t stop at the usual stop. We didn’t even go past it. Several more minutes passed and we absolutely should have stopped at at least two stops. There was nothing, and there was no train guard to check tickets, either. By now, we’re really freaked out. We’re passing through places we recognise, proving we’re on the right route, but we’re not going through any of the right stops and the train isn’t slowing. This probably went on for a good six or seven minutes, even though we should have been out of Belfast by that time. Finally, the train started to slow, and pulled into the first station it should have stopped at, only minutes after leaving the original station. By this point we’re so freaked out that we know we’re getting off the train, so we stand and go and wait by the doors.

The train stops, and the platform outside is empty – again, very unusual for this time. The doors thankfully open and me and my friend hurry out onto the platform, and almost immediately after our feet touch the platform, the train pulls away. No one else got off the train, and as it passes, we see there’s absolutely no one else on the train. No passengers, no guards. The driver would have been at the front so we didn’t get to see if anyone was there or not, but the train was completely empty. We watched it go along the track a short distance, and then the lights simply vanished even though there was nothing there to obstruct them. No trains on other tracks, no tunnels, no curves. That part of the track has great visibility, but the lights just vanished into midair.

We look at one another, and then suddenly we realise we can hear noise, and the platform behind us is packed with people. We just jumped on the next train with a crowd of other people and tried not to think too much about what would have happened if we’d stayed on that first train.

Okay, so I saw this personality matrix by Sally Hogshead floatin’ around on tumblr and like the otaku trash I am I started thinking of Digimon.

Specifically I thought of Tai and Dai, because Daisuke is basically Taichi’s proxy. But they’re not the exact same character, so I was looking at this chart trying to figure out where they’d both fall. Both are defined by Passion and Power, but with Tai Power would be the primary motivator, and Passion would be secondary. This would make him The Ringleader, which certainly fits. By series end, Taichi is a great leader; delegating responsibilities, fighting right on the front line, and even before that point he was the glue that held the group together. He might have declared himself the leader of the group, but it was a title he would prove he deserved.

Daisuke, on the other hand, is motivated primarily by Passion and secondarily by Power, which makes him The People’s Champion. And that’s just a perfect description for the kind of leader Daisuke is. He loves everything and everybody; he’s extremely accepting and forgiving, and he leads by charging in and never giving up, not on himself or anybody else. He didn’t claim the title of leader as much as he inherited it, but he’s still very much the glue that holds the group together.

Personal experience: "Glitch in the Matrix" / Creepy Stuff for Sixpenceee.

About a year back, it was my day off college so I was gonna stay at home and do some work. I took a break to make something to eat in the kitchen when I heard my mother shout clear as day from the front room;

“Em, could you come and help a sec?”

I automatically responded with;

“Just a sec, Mum.”

It took me a few seconds to realise, but as soon as I did, I froze on the spot. I immediately grabbed a kitchen knife and checked the front door. I checked every room in the house, and I can see the whole street from one of the windows at the front of the house, and everyone’s back garden from my room in the back.

Nobody was in the street.
Nobody was in their garden.
Nobody was at the front door.
Nobody was in the house.

But that sound definitely came from inside the house, in the front room. Though what freaked me out most was this;

My mother had left the house 15 minutes ago to go to work… So who tried to lure me into the room unarmed, how did they know my name and why did they have my mother’s voice?

For Sixpenceee-Glitch in the Matrix (personal)

My Best Friend Never Existed

Her name was Alex. And I swear to god she was real. She was my best friend in the 1st grade. Most people shake me off when I tell them that I knew her when I was just six or seven, because it’s hard to remember things at that age. True, I may not remember a lot of things from my first grade adventures, but I sure remember her. She was my best friend. She was beautiful (as beautiful as a 1st grader can be, at least). I remember her short blonde hair, her hazel-green eyes, and the red hoodie that she wore almost daily. She was fun, mischievous, and sad. There were problems at home, especially with her dad. She lived with her mom, as her parents were divorced. Now that I’m older, I think that her dad abused them. She was usually upset about her dad waiting outside on the lawn in the mornings to apologize and her mom arguing with him until he left. We would play adventure games on the swings and watch over the playground from the top of the highest slides. I spent every second with her. We sat together at lunch and in class and we read next to each other during reading time. I never went to her house in fear that her father would show up, but I distinctly remember her spending the night at my house. We would make blanket forts and spy on my older sister to hear the latest 5th grader gossip. We spent most weekends together. She came to my seventh birthday too. I remember making her invitation special, just for her, with stickers and special notes on the inside. I know she was there. She destroyed the pinata with a few swings and everyone else was upset with her because she ruined their turn. We grabbed all of the candy our shirts could carry and ran away from the birthday crowd into the “Girl’s Club,” a wooden shed that my dad had put carpet into so that we could have a special place. I remember when she fell off the monkey bars and broke her arm. My dad was on the playground visiting and helped her to the nurse’s office. Her cast was pink. I signed it. Then, one day, when we were waiting to be picked up after school, she seemed upset when her car pulled up. She said that it was her dad picking her up. We said our goodbyes and gave best friend hugs and then she got into the car.

That was the last day I ever saw her. I never questioned whether she was real or not until a few years ago. My aunt is a teacher at my old elementary school and sometimes she has get togethers with other teachers, both retired and currently employed. One day I ran into my 1st grade teacher at one of these get togethers and started to talk about how crazy I was in the 1st grade. When I mentioned Alex, my teacher’s face turned blank. She had no idea who I was talking about. I reminded her that we spent every second together—practically inseparable. But she still hadn’t a clue. She told me that I spent most of my time talking to students around the class and spent most of my recesses inside to read—I never really hung out with just one person, apparently. I mentioned the monkey bars incident. What’s scary is, and everyone agrees with this, I was the one who fell off the monkey bars and I have no recollection of this. I decided to ignore her cluelessness, as she was growing old and had probably lost some memory. Still, I was a little put off by her inability to remember Alex, so I decided to ask some friends that I went to elementary school with. No one knew who she was or remembered her ever being my friend or even going to our school. I tried to recall as many things about her physical appearance that I could, but every person I spoke with denied her presence at our school, including other teachers. This is where things turned strange. I decided to check in the yearbook, so that I could show everyone her picture and jog their memories. I remember picture day; we traded lip gloss tubes. As much as I looked, she was not in the yearbook. I looked through every page, at every photo, and every caption in hopes of finding her picture, her name, anything. She wasn’t there anywhere. I resulted in asking my parents if they remembered my friend Alex in the 1st grade. They told me that I didn’t have any friends named Alex. I had a few imaginary friends, but I’m positive that she was real. Imaginary friends don’t break pinatas. They don’t break arms and have casts that your classmates signed. They don’t trade lip gloss with you. She was real. She was real… I looked through our VCR tapes for a video of my 1st grade birthday party, but the film was ruined. The hard drive that carried the photos from that party was dropped and destroyed a few months before my search for my old friend. It’s like she never existed.

My best friend never existed.

a totally true story

so when i was in elementary school, my mom worked at temple israel (despite not being even the tiniest bit Jewish), and she had a bunch of work friends who were Jewish, most of whom had kids my age.

this one time, my mom, dad, and i went camping for the weekend and invited one of my mom’s co-workers and her family to come with us. my parents and i drove down friday night, and the other family was joining us saturday afternoon.

we were somewhat concerned when the other family still hadn’t shown up by 5pm, and it turned out the dad had had a heart attack that morning and was doing well, but had been hospitalized.

amazingly, the mom and three kids still joined us that night.

so the next day, i’m walking out to a field with the other kids to play badminton, and i’m leading the way, when i hear the youngest kid ask his older sister, ‘do you think dad rode an ambulance to the hospital?’

my parents told me a bit about the situation when it happened, so i responded without turning around that his heart attack was mild enough that he probably drove himself and kept walking. i noticed that the kids had all stopped, though, so i turned around to see that they’d all gone pale and looked completely shocked.

i asked what was wrong.

no one spoke for a moment, before the oldest kid told me,

'he just asked that in Hebrew.’


Yea yea I know, I don’t post for weeks and then I post FAN ART

Boo hoo!

So - Overwatch!! It’s a really fun game, and I love all the lore behind it. Also, sentient robots! The omnics are my faves.  

Had to draw a Bastion unit (because tank robots!!) but not the main one from the game or the short  - I based the colors on one of the in-game skins I like. Along with a slightly different “companion animal.” 

The thing on its shoulder is one of my Drekir - a bit of a crossover there ;D Although the biomech part is canon to my headworld. Wingless can add any mechanical attachment to those ports where her wings used to be - weapons, additional arms, and even a pair of wings. I should post a study on that sometime, hmm.

comiccow6  asked:

So I adore this blog (and like 900% of all other FO4 reaction blogs but this one too) and I was wondering if you'd do romanced companions (including Nick, Deac, Longfellow, the whole gang) not thinking that they're good enough for Sole and being convinced otherwise? Pretty please?

Ah yes, sad things my specialty *evil grin*

Cait: She knew she wasn’t good enough for Sole when she was an addict but Cait thought it would go away once she was clean. But it didn’t. She still wasn’t good enough for them, she could improve herself in every possible way but she’d never live up to their legacy and she’d never be deserving of their love.

Curie: From the beginning Curie had been perplexed by Sole’s interest in her. She’s not even a real person, just a personality matrix pretending she’s alive. They deserve so much more.

Danse: Once Danse found out he was a synth he knew Sole would leave him. How could anyone stay with such a low life creature? How could anybody care for him, he who got replaced without even knowing?

Deacon: Deacon doesn’t deserve Sole in the least. Not only is he an old man, far too old for them anyways. He lies. He lies and lies and Deacon has lost track of whether he can stop anymore. Nobody deserves that, least of all Sole.

Gage: The old raider couldn’t believe Sole was interested in the first place, never mind that they continued to be interested after the initial haze wore off. He’s not interesting, he’s not smart, he has nothing going for him and yet, they stay.

Hancock: Hancock tells Sole every day that he doesn’t deserve them but he doesn’t think they know how serious he is. He doesn’t know if they realize that they’re alive. They’re so alive and they’re wasting their time with someone who should be dead. Who’s essentially half dead. He doesn’t know why they stay but he’s too selfish to leave.

Longfellow: Longfellow couldn’t believe it when they expressed interest and continued to be surprised every day when he wakes up and they’re still there. He’s old, his bones ache and he hardly takes care of himself but there they are, everyday, still loving him. He doesn’t deserve it. He’s never deserved someone like this.

MacCready: MacCready doesn’t know how this happened. How he found someone this perfect, who cares for him and Duncan, who’s fought along side him and who’s helped him so much in such a short time. He’s so in awe of them and he doesn’t know why they stay with such a despicable guy. He ran with the Gunners for goodness sake, he’s scum.

Nick: Nick can’t believe they’re interested. It’s not that he doesn’t crave their affection but he has discouraged them at every step of the way. He can’t let them throw their life away staying with him. They need someone who will grow old with them, someone who can give them children, a real person.

Piper: Piper is a shit disturber. She always has to watch her back and sometimes she gets into arguments just to be inflammatory. She’s trouble and always has been. She has no clue why Sole wants to be with her. Why they chose her out of all the other people in the Commonwealth but she won’t send them away. Even though she doesn’t deserve them she doesn’t want to be lonely anymore.

Preston: Preston is broken, damaged. He doesn’t know why Sole stays with him throughout the nightmares and the flashback at overly loud explosions. With his guilt and pain. They deserve someone whole who can give them what they need, not him.

X6-88: X6 has never understood Sole’s attraction to him. He’s a damn robot. He’s hardly even real. X6 thinks Sole should be with someone who can provide them with offspring. Someone who can better them and who becomes better by being with them. He’s not human enough to provide Sole a real relationship and has no idea why they’ve chosen him.

Finally got the matrix multiplication operation, I’ve also added a transpose operation since I figured out it was very easy to do. Now comes the difficult part, the Inverse of a matrix…

PS: the multiplication result is taken from the multiplication of duplicate matrices containing the consecutive numbers from 1 to 9:

    [1][2][3] * [1][2][3]
    [4][5][6]   [4][5][6]
    [7][8][9]   [7][8][9]

My cat was on the couch and he started biting the chord of the charger and he got scolded.

But this asshole knows when he’s doing bad so as soon as someone goes PEPI he runs

So in his latest scramble to run off the couch

He fuckin fell face first on the coffee table


Matrix Decoded: Power of I AM - Anon I mus

Glitch in the Matrix ish?

So, reading that post from sixpenceee about glitches actually made me think of something odd from my childhood.

I was 4 years old and living in my old house. I’m not sure what led up to this, maybe I feel asleep or something, but I remember waking up in a chair in the living room. I was really confused and couldn’t remember anything up until that point. I then looked around and I saw two people, a man and a woman, watching me. 

I freaked out and started screaming because I didn’t know who they were or why they were in my house. The woman came over and started fussing over me, telling me to stop screaming and go play with my toys.

I didn’t want to, but I did. As I walked away, I saw family photos scattered about and realized that these people were apparently my parents. But I didn’t remember that. I didn’t recognize them at all. And I still didn’t remember anything prior to waking up in that chair.

I still have no idea what happened. And I never did get those memories back either, save a single memory of my third birthday party.

Any theories or suggestions would be welcome because I’d really like to know what happened.

Can we please just take a moment to talk about how raw and deep B.A.P’s new album ‘MATRIX’ is going to be. I mean, Yongguk put all the work into producing the album and stated today in their comeback showcase that the songs on it weren’t written for the purpose of getting number one. He wrote them to express all the experiences and hardships that the members went through during their year hiatus. Not going to lie, their songs sounded amazing, but I’m sure that lyrics will only make them so much more meaningful. B.A.P is back and I couldn’t be any more happier with the album that they produced for it. Please send all the love and support for their new ‘MATRIX’ album to show them that all their hard work didn’t go to waste. B.A.P hwaiting~~  ♡ 

I’m imagining if early on Fitz and Radcliffe created an AI Personality Matrix with a biometric scanning system inbuilt as a gift for Jemma, not knowing how she would react to it. I’m imagining Jemma finding it when she decides to go to the source of her communication issue with Fitz.

So all of the information gathered from Jemma’s DNA, and markers and the files across multiple databases regarding Jemma, including tapes, audio, video, photos of her since she’s been on the Academy’s watch list. It aggregates information to create the base nature of the AI, and even has a “voice” best designed to work with her.

She loads all of the information onto her phone to confront Fitz with, and doesn’t check to see if the matrix has activated on her devices until later.

It wouldn’t be good to pull out proof in an argument with Fitz only to see that the “ideal” companion personality for Jemma is essentially Ward back from the dead, and living in her phone and iPad as her office and lab assistant.

LMD Ward/Will would be so easy and I’m pathetic and really want it.