ArcticPrincess

The air was stifling. The kind of air that sits on you, like a hot blanket made of water. The kind of air that makes you understand that the atmosphere is heavy, in a way your high school science teacher never really conveyed. Big, heavy, hot, wet air.

It engulfed ArcticPrincess, squeezed him from all directions with it's sticky wetness. He curled up tighter in the strange hexagonal hole he'd found in one of the walls of the airport basement. There was work to do, but he wasn't going to do it. At least today, the world could keep spiraling towards its populist, capitalist collapse without him.

The Fiji Airways Lounge at Nadi airport, incomplete and abandoned. Once, someone had a dream of what this place could be. An architect somewhere, a vision of this space filled with wealthy travellers, the sub-elites, the smaller masses who could afford slightly better treatment while the larger masses endured the gate-surrounded food court upstairs.

Something had gone wrong. Maybe it had been corruption. Maybe the fickle will of the shareholders. Maybe it had been a boondoggle all along, a scheme for furthering the career of a junior executive who'd already moved on to their next, higher paying position. Whatever the cause, the architect's dream sat half-built. One half elegant workstations, elegantly curving divisions between contrasting flooring styles, elegant chairs and elegant partitions. One half abandoned construction materials, unassembled couches and unfinished, purposeless rooms.

The place felt like ArcticPrincess's life, like the lives of all the old friends he'd seen on this trip. Grand dreams in the middle of a slow motion collision with reality. In the centre of it all, a weird hexagon cut into the wall in which you could momentarily try to hide. A retreat for writing fiction in style that had also bloomed and died, for a platform whose dream of freeing social media from corporate dominance was also wilting as quickly as it had blossomed.

ArcticPrincess's phone rang. It looked like he was going to have to help the world collapse today after all.

The claim and evidence here are not logically consistent.

It's like saying "cyanide won't make you dead" because, look "people still get dead from falling and crocodiles, even if there's no cyanide around".

Be careful, "people who disagree with me are non-humans" is a dangerous path to start down...

Before the monarchies started falling they had been in control for a long while too...

Just takes one coordination signal loud enough and a population displeased enough...

And, ideally, a good idea for a replacement system, so we don't just end up with power held by the most ruthless...

Pretty sure it's Dinosaurs, Nucleaics & Acid.

Knowing the distribution of what entire households watch is very useful. It's not about spying on you personally.

[citation needed]

I mean, from the abstract it looks like what the study did was localise the specific network of right hemisphere neuronal clusters that, when damaged, predict religious fundamentalism. Since they only studied patients with TBIs, they weren't testing the claim that brain damage increases the likelihood of fundamentalism. The rate of fundamentalism in the general population could, hypothetically, be higher than among TBI patients (i.e., if brain injuries actually reduce fundamentalism) and this study's insights would still hold.

Australian here, heard it all my life. Also, in our dialect you can use fuck to mean pretty much anything, as long as it's clear from context what sentiment you're going for

Thanks! Appreciate learning something new!

Your and his age are gonna be major variables here. Conversations and relationships work very differently at different life stages.

You sound like you're maybe a teenager? Try asking interesting questions that require some thought to answer, but still leave room for your friend to give an easy thoughtless answer if they want to. Where do you think we'll be in X years? What's something you thought you wanted but as you've gotten okay have realised you actually don't? What do you think we do now thar future generations will think is crazy? Listen to his answers and ask followup questions.

Personally, I've always been most impressed by directness, honesty, intelligence and courage.