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Tropes vs Women in Video Games – Women as Background Decoration: Part 2

Very objective, and as always, a fine reminder that objectified women are deeply ingrained in our favorite media.

If only more people could see that even if violence against women portrays tragedy in video games or even display historically accurate atrocities, creators should focus away from using women this way to convey emotion and story-line.

Help make videogames something that helps humanity grow rather than chain it down to outdated ways of thinking.

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Crowdfunded news-site uncovers ISIS training camp using online mapping tools

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Bellingcat kickstarted £51K to do data-driven/crowdsourced citizen journalism earlier this month, and a week later, pinpointed the exact location of an ISIS training camp near Mosul by matching the jihadis’ social media posts to online maps and geo-location services.

Read more…

Connectivity makes everyone visible. It’s still pretty amazing what can be done when minds get together.

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Transgender People are Completely Banned From Boarding Airplanes in Canada

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This actually exists. In 2014. I have a Canadian partner, I am mid transition…I knew I had to be careful but holy shit. This actually terrifies me. How does this make any sense? Why do gender markers even exist on photo ID’s?

tbh this is nothing short of a declaration of war on trans bodies and I am ashamed of my country for allowing anything like this to happen.

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does not APPEAR to be of the gender indicated ??? WHAT who the fuck decides that. this is beyond asinine

This is a slight exaggeration of the issue.

There is indeed a regulation that seems to be ambiguous enough to threaten trans people but please, do not believe it to be an intentional attack on transgendered people. This is much more likely an resulting event of ignorance and lack of consideration for potential issues regarding transgendered people. This legislation was created as means to provide additional security as to potential false identity. It’s not uncommon to see these written in large bills that go without proper and thorough revision to remove and discuss potential issues with specific regulations.

No issues have ever been reported over such a regulation and I doubt a transgendered person will ever have problems boarding a plane because of it. The rule is to make sure the passport really belongs to the person boarding the plane, one of the many things to check is make sure the person trying to get on isn’t someone else than the one indicated on the passport. It’s easy to make a distinction that an obvious male looking person marked female on his passport might raise a flag. But it wouldn’t take much explaining to do at the security checkpoint if that situation would ever arise.

So saying that Trans people are banned from flying is a gross exaggeration, especially considering there have been no problem cases since its inception in 2011. It is also important to note that Airliners must abide to transphobic law that prohibits them from refusing service for that reason once identity is properly confirmed.

Canada isn’t being a dick to Trans people nor they plan to, you can all calm down. One can agree that the some legislation aren’t very considering of the trans minority but that in itself doesn’t warrant such outrage.

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Jenifer’s Ashes

Another addition to the Ashes of Jove series of short stories.

Jenifer’s Ashes by Frederic Beauchamp

Jenifer Young. Of all the new doctors of this doomed generation, she had always kept hope. Jenifer had been fantasizing about the Galileo Expedition for years. Her grand-father had been part of the team behind the Juno mission and had always told her about the stories of its epic journey to meet Jupiter. She spent restless nights peering at the planet through a telescope. From the simplest stories about space told by her grand-father to the exceedingly tedious astrophysics classes at MIT, all of that only reinforced her dreams of following the footsteps of that famous probe.

     It’s thanks to the newfound understanding of Jupiter’s magnetosphere and radiation belts that the Galilean colonists could actually populate the Jovian system. Until Juno, no one would even have considered sending any manned spacecraft to Jupiter. The amount of shielding necessary was still unknown and the risks were far too great as the only practical way to slow down was by aerobraking through the upper layers of Jupiter’s atmosphere.

     It has since been about 30 years since the first Galileans made it to Europa. Videos of the expedition were all over the news and a new batch of colonists were sent every 3 months on their one-way trip to one of the only safe places in the solar system.

     Jenifer was a young woman, still a little girl to most people that surrounded her, but more notably her father. He was very protective of her; he worried endlessly when she was away from home to study. He called her everyday but this time it was to arrange plans for her honorary doctorate graduation. He had never been so proud.

     “Yes dad, I get it, you want it to be perfect, don’t worry! You already booked the hotel and you have your plane tickets and even several backup plans.” She lingered on the phone to try and absorb some of her father’s agitation. “Dad, what about mom is she around? Can I speak to her?”

     Jenifer’s mother had fallen into depression after losing her father; her fear of losing all that she cared for was consuming her. But for once she sounded happy. Glad that her daughter represented the only hope for a good outcome out of their family.

     The graduation ceremony went well; eager young doctors were celebrating all night long after finally achieving something truly great. They spearheaded their generation to become one that laughed in the face of the apocalypse. Many of them were doing it under the expectation that they would be selected to become citizens of Galileo. All knew too well that only a portion of them would be selected, but they didn’t care, tonight was their last night as students and they deserved to live it like their last night alive.

     The next morning, Jenifer met with her mother and father at the café. Her father was holding a letter with a red seal. “This was delivered to us a few days before coming here Jenifer, it’s for you.” They both stared their daughter intently as she devoured the envelope with her ever curious scrutiny. “It’s from GSI! Could it be? Oh shit it’s gotta be!” “Just open it Jen!” her father urged. She then tore the envelope open and quickly read the letter.

Dear Dr. Jenifer June Young

On behalf of the recently established Global Space Initiative (GSI) we would like to inform you that you have been selected as one of the prime candidates for the Phoenix mission.

[…] 

You have 7 days upon receipt to accept this mission, failure to communicate with us will be considered as a refusal and the next candidate will be considered.

You will find attached to this letter our contact information.

We hope to hear from you.

Arnav Dewan

GSI Interstellar Operations Manager

     “Yessssss!” Jenifer cried out. Her dream of finally taking her life to the stars was a reality. “I’m going up there, not just to Galileo, but I’m part of the phoenix crew!”

     “That can’t be!” Her mother replied. “That’s wonderful news!” her father exclaimed. They both held their daughter tightly against them and let out a soft relieved sigh. Their daughter was going to escape the dread of a dying world. She was going to soar to brand new horizons, to a place full of hope, a resource now tragically scarce on Earth.

     When her grandfather passed away a few years ago, Jenifer knew that she had to go to space, to join the Galileans, to follow in the steps of Juno and beyond. Even her middle name was given to her as a tribute to the famous goddess that could see through the giant’s shroud. Undoubtedly, it was her destiny all along.

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Jenifer’s Ashes © 2014  Frederic Beauchamp All Rights Reserved

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WIP of the first of 30 character busts for the Ashes of Jove board game.

Meet Jenifer Young. This is a work in progress picture of one of the characters in the Ashes of Jove board game. She is a passionate explorer, her eyes had always been aimed towards the skies since childhood. She is obsessed with Jupiter’s beauty, she often finds herself gazing at the giant for hours through her quarter room window.

clysmian:

WIP of the first of 30 character busts for the Ashes of Jove board game.

Meet Jenifer Young. This is a work in progress picture of one of the characters in the Ashes of Jove board game. She is a passionate explorer, her eyes had always been aimed towards the skies since childhood. She is obsessed with Jupiter’s beauty, she often finds herself gazing at the giant for hours through her quarter room window.

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Serge’s Ashes

I’ve started writing a series of short stories that would end up being part of a larger project called Ashes of Jove. Each story will reflect parts of the story seen from the point of view of different characters. This is the first short story of hopefully many.

Keep in mind these are unedited.

Serge’s Ashes
by Frederic Beauchamp

     Serge Duchenay. Quite a long time since his family had seen him. Currently up north of Canada, near Yellowknife. The diamond mine business had been good recently; there was not much to complain when it came to earning money. If only his wife agreed with him about this job. Unfortunately things would only get worse for her.

     Serge stood quietly reading a letter that had just been delivered. He was slowly reading it over and over as to see if he had missed any detail. His eyes stared at the paper as if he was waiting for it to change its mind.

     He went back to his quarters with dampened motivation. Colleagues waved him by as he ignored their presence. Worried, they whispered to each other. “What is wrong with Serge? I’ve never seen him this way.” Even after hearing them, there was no point to reassure them that everything was fine, although this time, for the first time in a while, nothing was fine.

     It has been already 12 years since the announcement of the heightened solar cycle. Intense radiation followed by what scientist claim was unforeseeable, a solar collapse. The fusion inside the sun’s core was seemingly beginning to end, a premature death according to some, an unjust end according to others. Many had turned to religion to calm their fears of the inevitable. Serge, on the other hand, like many others, had chosen to ignore the news and simply live on as if nothing was happening.

     Amélie Duchenay, Serge’s wife, was desperate to live out all the experiences she dreamed of before her final moments. Painfully she saw Serge leave their town of Nancy in France to go mine far out in the Canadian north only weeks after both learning about their unborn grandchild.

     “Nous avons vraiment besoin d’argent.” He told her after he made his decision. He had just been laid off after the foreclosure of the salt mine. Similar businesses crumbled after the economy began to collapse after every news story about the inevitable Armageddon began to be more convincing. “The world isn’t ending; we’ll need money to pull through while everyone else is losing their heads.”

     It wasn’t all clear whether money would be worth anything at all once the economies of the world fell to their knees. The United States, China, Russia and India and many others were facing crippling austerity measures to avoid recession. The world’s largest corporations were being commandeered by the government and special laws regulated social unrest in the streets. Wealth had no meaning; the state commandeered anything they needed. Personal property and liberty, they were now things men and women only dreamed of. Few rose up to complain, suicide rates rocketed, and spending was still high as even the most frugal of people threw away their savings to live comfortably before the inevitable end.

     It seemed that, year after year, things would degenerate until humanity itself would collapse under the expectations of doom before it even happened. Serge happily ignored those facts, until he read the letter that was sent to him.

Dear Serge Duchenay

On behalf of the recently established Global Space Initiative (GSI) we would like to inform you that you have been selected as one of the prime candidates for the Phoenix mission.

This mission has a goal of sending the world’s first interstellar spacecraft to the near earthlike world of Gliese832c.

Your background in geology and mining could prove invaluable and have been selected at random amongst a large set of people with similar credentials. This is a unique opportunity offered to be a member of the elite few with the responsibility of safeguarding humanity against extinction.  

Should you accept this mission you will undergo 24 months of training at the GSI training institute located in Bengaluru, India. There you will learn how to perform your role as a member of the phoenix crew. The crew will rendezvous in orbit of Europa where the spacecraft is being manufactured.

You have 24hours upon receipt to accept this mission, failure to communicate with us will be considered as a refusal and the next candidate will be considered.

You will find attached to this letter our contact information.

We hope to hear from you.

Arnav Dewan

GSI Interstellar Operations Manager

     Instead of calling them, Serge called his wife Amélie and his daughter Chanelle. Grieving the fact that he had been gone for so long, he had finally ended his fugue with nothing but regret. His grandson was born, a boy who would only live long enough embrace chaos and the worst of humanity as his mentor.     

     Serge, the man who didn’t believe, could no longer ignore the truth. It was too late to reconcile with his family. Serge accepted the proposal and left for India.

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Serge’s Ashes © 2014  Frederic Beauchamp All Rights Reserved

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