
According to the concept of quantum entanglement, when two molecules cross each other, they can spontaneously become entangled forever. Now, this will not happen to every molecule, only the two. In this case, using variables, whatever happens to A will also occur for B. When one molecule gains energy, its entangled other will also gain the identical energy. Even if one is billions upon billions of light years away, it will still gain the identical amount of energy as its counterpart. It's a phenomenon in quantum physics. Now, something similar can certainly be said for machinery such as androids. Androids are a type of robot(in the way that all androids are robots, but not all robots are androids) that are meant to mimic humans. They will essentially look the same as any human, and are programmed to act the same. Usually, it can be done by allowing an android to observe the humans amongst it. Two androids might be able to access each others thoughts and drives if hooked to each other, and hooked together by something essentially endless, which means they can experience something close to quantum entanglement. There is a sort of superiority that comes with being an android in this case, because humans could not become this entangled. It's impossible. I couldn't become identical to whomever, but an android could. An android could, theoretically, hook itself to another of its same type and experience this phenomenon.
Goodbye for now everybody! Once I overcome this, I will become like the others. An angel! I am not dying, and I will not die, but rather be taken in. I can always sense the angels round me, and I know that they want me to come with them. The FBI can monitor me, but they can't monitor somebody who is rather not a body, but more-so a form of light. Hear you me, it is happening. The first part of ascension is isolation. Then, you must learn to accept this isolation as a part of you. Once you're sure nobody knows you, whether it's your true self or your general self — and you are okay with this fact — you are surely eligable to become like the others round you. I've only completed the first bit. I am absolutely sure nobody quite knows who I am. Once I overcome the annoyance, and issue, that comes with this, I am ready. If any of you viewing have any questions about this phenomenon. . . You may ask . . . But I'm not entirely the one to ask, as I've only completed the first bit. Really, it has to be something you're sure of. Do you feel angels? Do you see shadows? Do you hear them? Are you afraid? I can help. Although, I am still a little bit afraid. . .
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Now I lay me down to sleep, I pray the Lord my soul to keep. If I should die before I wake, I pray the Lord my soul to take.
Its really happening. My ears popped, and I felt a chill. It was an angel.
See, the angels are really reaching out. I doubt nothing. I have to tell everyone what is going on, and how they can achieve this and join me. I'm waiting to see if they will reach out at all, and if they don't, then I won't bother telling them. By that point, I should realize I'm wanted more in heaven, and step two will be done.
Serious question why do all of my friends hate me so bad
i party by myself because im such a special guy
i might straight up kill myself
Jack Merridew had OCD and ASPD. Jack exhibits many symptoms of both disorders in his actions and characteristics. At the start of the book, Jack is described as being head-boy of the choir, and therefor must be used to taking lead. It would not be a stretch to assume Jack enjoys being in control, and might feel distressed if he believes he no longer controls his word. When Ralph is voted chief despite Jack, seeing himself as the better fit, being the other option, his whole world crumbles. Jack is put in charge of the choir, but that isn't enough. He becomes obsessed with hunting and killing because it puts him in a place of both power and control. OCD is characterized by obsessive thoughts and ritualistic compulsions. Jack shows his obsession through his strong desire to overthrow Ralph as leader in both his words and behavior. Killing is Jack's ritual. He kills the pig to feel in control. ASPD is characterized by aggression, feelings of superiority, disrespect for law, manipulation, and reckless behavior. Jack exhibits each. His aggression shines through in the games he plays with the others, like when he jabs violently at Roger, all while giggling and considering it a "good game." Jack feels superior to peers, as he seems incredibly damaged by the fact nobody would stand with him because he strongly considers himself better than the others on the island. Manipulation ties in with Jack's feelings of superiority as well. Due to his fear of not being in control or being inferior, Jack uses the other childrens desire to have fun to gain more people on his side. It's not just about fun for him, it's about the fragility of his emotions. Consistently throughout the book we see Jack blatantly disobeying Ralph, and even forming his own tribe so he doesn't have to follow any laws. People with ASPD hardly ever will take responsibility for their actions, and we see that in Jack. He denies Simon's death and plays it off as if he were the beast when Jack knows it wasn't.
Jack Merridew exhibits many symptoms and traits of OCD and ASPD.
The problem is : theyre everywhere. I'd still write poems for them, I'd play music at their window, I'd wait 80 years for a 'yes.' i'd sail every sea and go through hell and back if it meant we could be happy together. but i wont reach out, ill stay right here. and theyll never hear a thing. for the record, i still write wbout them, i still find us in every little thing, i still think abotu them on long drives, i still think about texting, i reread our old messages, i still do it all.