Want to Know if the Election was Hacked? Look at the Ballots
You may have read at NYMag that I’ve been in discussions with the Clinton campaign about whether it might wish to seek recounts in critical…
By J. Alex Halderman

America’s voting machines have serious cybersecurity problems. That isn’t news. It’s been documented beyond any doubt over the last decade in numerous peer-reviewed papers and state-sponsored studies by me and by other computer security experts. We’ve been pointing out for years that voting machines are computers, and they have reprogrammable software, so if attackers can modify that software by infecting the machines with malware, they can cause the machines to give any answer whatsoever. I’ve demonstrated this in the laboratory with real voting machines — in just a few seconds, anyone can install vote-stealing malware on those machines that silently alters the electronic records of every vote.

“Notice Earth is a Timeship on a galactic mission. Time is the current dictator or creator of life and limits its functions on this planet. Many people feel stuck in what may be termed 3-D time loops. Until awakening, one cannot recognize programmed thought patterns, repeating situations and energetic interactions. This is reinforced by regularly-celebrated occasions and the nature of the calendar imposed behind it all. Collective perception is manipulated away from galactic central Time and the hidden power of numbers is widely forgotten. The result is illusions of separation, amnesia about equality of everything from gender to how we unconsciously co-create each moment based on the degree of active/ inactive DNA, and how DNA is reprogrammable via frequency. The orbits of planets in our solar system hold different frequencies of different stages and levels of consciousness. The Sun however, is undergoing inner transformation as part of stellar evolution. Its process mirrors the ongoing expansion of human consciousness. Human beings are re-calibrating genetically and changing sense of time according to a galactic harmonic timing frequency. Information upgrades are transferred via radiogenetics (light codes/ infrasound). Synchronicity is crop circles emerging near sacred sites. The cells of the plants are constantly communicating with all other cells, including human body cells. Imagine human beings are creating/ co-creating ‘real’ crop circles on an unconscious level with a galactic plan. The point is to establish a telepathic matrix where a critical mass of humans bond with Earth’s etheric, magnetic and biopsychic fields to function as a planet (The word ‘planet’ means ‘wandering star’) and active member of a wider galaxies. Each human being is then, 'the Living Book of God.’ The story of life is held within chambers of the human genome expressing our species’ evolution through time. It is encoded as sacred geometry, the language of consciousness which we are each gradually unpacking. It’s like a computer store of the memory is encoded in our DNA, a crystal microchip specific to each individual. Once DNA is fully active, infinity is no longer simply the illusion created by measure of linear time. The Spiritual Sun arises.” - Liara Covert

rachelisanerd  asked:

congrats doll!! prompt: "It's a pillow fort made out of blankets." <3

Thank you so much <3 I love this prompt!! So much fun! (Especially since the last one I published was more than a bit angsty!) I vaguely picture this fluffier fic following the events of Return to Me, but you don’t need to read that one in order to enjoy this one!! 

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“What is going on here?”

After the rather unsavory turns in Cassian’s last assignment (which K-2 still did not have the details for, though not for lack of asking), the captain required a multiday stay in medbay. K-2SO made a point to visit his reprogrammer daily.

His stop today revealed the captain had been discharged. Though K-2SO recognized the positive aspect of this turn of events, he was confused. Cassian always turned to him when first discharged from medbay. Someone needed to assist the healing captain back to his quarters.

Investigating the irregularity led K-2 to Cassian’s room, where he found Cassian surrounded by a mess of blankets (his bed was stripped bare). Jyn Erso laid alongside him. The pair paused in the middle of laughter – a positive element to healing, K-2 reminded himself – as he entered the room.

Jyn and Cassian merely glanced at each other in response to K-2’s first question, so he tried again. “What have you done to these blankets?”

With a shrug, Jyn replied, “It’s a pillow fort made out of blankets.”

As if that was a real answer.

K-2SO rarely longed for the ability to blink or raise non-existent eyebrows before meeting Jyn Erso. Since their mission to Jedha, the desire had increased tenfold (K-2 also estimates it will never fade in her presence, either). He settles for a moment of silence, staring at the pair. “Why would a pillow fort not be made out of pillows?”

“Haven’t you heard, Kay? We’re in the middle of a rebellion. We have to be creative.” Jyn grinned, causing Cassian, for some unknown reason, to grin right along with her. Gazing at her, his eyes seemed to soften.

Honestly. Cassian used to be the sensible one.

“The captain should be convalescing, not creating,” Kay paused and attempted to add the upmost disgust to his next words, “blanket forts.”

“Pillow fort, Kay,” Cassian corrected him. For the sake of his dignity, K-2 ignored him, choosing instead to stare at Jyn Erso.

“The fort is designed for ‘convalescing’.” Jyn created air quotes with her fingers, clearly mocking the droid. “You’re not the only one who knows how to take care of Cassian.”

“Well then.” Kay straightened his back, tilting his chin upwards. “It seems I am not needed.”

As K-2 turned to the door, he noted – with silent, smug pleasure – Cassian elbowing Jyn in the ribs, hissing her name.

“What?” Jyn asked, clearly confused. K-2 continued towards the door, outwardly appearing unconcerned with their exchange, but, in reality, his ears – or, auditory circuits, as it were – focused in on their conversation.

“I think you hurt his feelings,” Cassian muttered, and Kay pictured a sheepish look on his face.

(Good. Cassian should feel guilty for so deeply involving Jyn Erso in their lives.)

“I hope he enjoys a taste of his own medicine, then,” Jyn jibed, her tone snarky (which Kay did not enjoy at all). A second of silence passed – K-2 hoped Cassian would hurry up this guilt trip, since there was only so slow he could move towards the door – before Jyn sighed. K-2SO estimated a 94% chance an eye roll accompanied the sound.


K-2 turned back to her slowly, as if he was not expecting this, and attempted to sound surprised as he said, “Yes?”

“I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings. I know you do a wonderful job taking care of Cassian as well.” K-2 ignored Cassian’s protests – both Kay and Jyn knew better than to leave healing up to Cassian alone – and focused on analyzing Jyn’s tone. On the surface, it seemed sincere, but her facial muscles twitched, indicting a desire to laugh. Still, this was likely the best he was going to receive from Jyn Erso.

“Apology accepted. Though,” he added as if an afterthought, “My feelings were not hurt.”

Cassian and Jyn glanced up at the droid, eyebrows raised. In unison, they replied, “Sure, Kay.”

K-2 was sure to block out the sounds of their quiet laughter as he left the room.


~Robot lives matter too~ The Holy mother of robots followers aid mechanical creatures in need. These old men walk around with their heavy machinery toolboxes and gather all the lost confused bots that have no main directives still active in their ram. It’s a controversial cult, some say they aid the bots in need but others see them as reprogrammers that take advantage of the weak. 


Ok first of all the perspective is all fucked up! damn i’m not happy at some of the scaling of the characters but that’s what I get for trying to make all of these characters walk around in a 3 point perspective. 

Did callouts for the characters, I really wanted flat shapes and not a lot of line work but again I failed and ended up sketching all of it like usual. 

The robots had to be designed to look helpless, slow or confused since the old men would take advantage of them. A church like structure would be designed as the centerpiece but it ended up looking too small … . or . . maybe the entrance is big enough just for the little robots!, yeah that’s what I wanted from the start aha! 

After callouts I sketched the whole thing freehand and followed the same procedure as some of the last posts. It was fun to try my hand at the floor reflections.- Gabo


redesigned a gemsona i made earlier this year

her weapon is a gem reprogrammer that’s mainly used to reset gems to “factory settings” but it can do other things like wipe/change memories, undo corruption, or implant data into the gem. the poofed gem fits in the middle slot and it can adjust to shape/size. she can also extend and grow her arms to help fight without using up energy in her gem by shapeshifting.

she is also v rare and is a unique type of jasper that’s strong mentally instead of physically