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src/posts/unstagnation/a-normal-morning-in-xunil.md

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+---
+title: A Normal Morning in Xunil
+date: 2020-06-20
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+Light from the morning sun gently shone across my face as my curtains automatically opened to the start of the day. A steady beeping infiltrated my ears, rousing me from my sleep.
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+“Good morning, Alston. It is seven in the morning.”
+
+I rubbed my eyes and sat up, stretching to get the sleep out of my muscles. “Good morning to you too, Bixby. What do I have on my schedule today?”
+
+As I headed to my bathroom to freshen up leaving my house, my personal assistant said, “You have: one meeting with the Technological Officer of Demauge to discuss continuing exchanges of technology and information between Demauge and Xunil.”
+
+I looked up from the heated toilet seat I had just sat down on. “Is that it?”
+
+“Yes.”
+
+“So an easy day, then.” I finished defecating into the fancy lavatory and grabbed my electric toothbrush. The aforementioned fancy lavatory closed and cleaned itself as I left it. “Itsh been a while shinch I got won.”
+
+Finishing my preparations for the day, I walked through the automatic door and to the people mover. As the machine carried me down to the lobby, I checked the status of and registered a route to the nearest train station.
+
+The people mover dropped me off in front of the bus station outside. Just in time, too — I could see it arriving on the tracks. Putting my phone away, I speedwalked towards the escalator and took the steps two at a time. My digital identification opened the security barrier in advance, allowing me to catch the bus within my allotted boarding time.
+
+When I reached the subway station, there was a surprising number of people crowding the escalators — some appeared to be holding signs, a protest maybe? — so I hurried down the normal stairs and into the station proper. My route led me to take the slower, unupgraded trains, but those were the more comfortable ones, anyway. As a result, it took several more minutes than the computer had originally anticipated to reach Camber Station.
+
+My gaze turned wistful at the entrance to access the vacuum train pods. It was a real shame that none of the other tribes cared much for easy transportation between them — but things were getting better, at least between tribes in Farele and in Enigma. Still, none of them would commit to the cost of a vacuum train or even civilian airports, but at least there *were* discussions aimed at improving intertribal transit — the ancient Xunilean bullet trains were starting to show their age. My tribe did what they could to improve performance from our end, but we could only do so much without external funding and support.
+
+*“Welcome to the Intertribal High-Speed Rail System. This is the Demauge–Xunil Line. Please submit your ticket.”*
+
+...And they still used those old-fashioned disposable physical tickets, too.
+

src/posts/unstagnation/axit.md

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+---
+title: Axit
+date: 2020-06-22
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+Imperial Palace\
+1 Kansei Road\
+Emina, Asvyn
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+Mr. Brendan May\
+Chairman\
+Enigma Alliance\
+3 Indigo Boulevard\
+Saiyu, Weilam
+
+This is to inform the Chairman, in accordance with the Enigma Agreement, adopted at Saiyu on 12 December 1915 ("the Agreement"), that the Asvish Empire intends to exercise its right to withdraw from the Enigma Alliance. Unless the Asvish Empire identifies suitable terms for re-engagement, the Asvish Empire will submit to the Chairman, as per Article 50, paragraph 2 of the Agreement, formal written notification of its withdrawal as soon as it is eligible to do so. Pending the submission of that notification, in the interest of transparency for parties to the Agreement, the Asvish Empire requests that the Chairman inform the parties to the Agreement and the States entitled to become parties to the Agreement of this communication relating to the Agreement.
+
+Signed,\
+*Hina Asvyn*\
+Empress Regnant of Asvyn\
+22 June 2020
+

src/posts/unstagnation/crystal.md

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+---
+title: Crystal
+date: 2020-06-13
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+The dark green sun shone on forests of the clearest blue as the rivers of the brightest yellow trickled down the hilly landscape. Unicorn after unicorn pranced alongside the riverbank, frolicking around. I hid in one of the bushes, not daring to take a breath as their playful behaviour brought them closer and closer to my hand.
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+*Just a little more…*
+
+Right before I reached out to pet what would have been the most luxurious fur ever to be felt by mankind, my dreams were shattered. A sudden weight pressed upon my chest, and pain spasmed throughout my body before I opened my eyes to see my younger brother on my chest, grinning at my suffering.
+
+“Jordan,” I groaned, slowly laying my head back down on my pillow, “now what did you have to do that for?” I reached for the edge of my blanket, trying to pull it over my head to escape the wrath of the evil sunbeams streaming through my window.
+
+“Mom says it’s time to get up! She’s making pancakes!” The little rascal jumped up and down before bounding off my bed and out of my bedroom. 
+
+I said sleepily, still not fully awake, “Pancakes…? What are pancakes?”
+
+Then my brain finally finished booting up. My eyes widened, and I flung my blankets away to finish my morning routine as fast as possible as my nose registered a wonderful aroma floating from the kitchen downstairs. “Pancakes! Wait! Save some for me!”

src/posts/unstagnation/diplomacy.md

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+---
+title: Diplomacy
+date: 2020-06-29
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+Laveli Guild Headquarters\
+Laveli Town, Eos
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+Emp. Hina Asvyn\
+Empress Regnant\
+Asvish Empire\
+1 Kansei Road\
+Emina, Asvyn
+
+Upon reviewing your first set of proposals regarding Asvyn's withdrawal from the Enigma Alliance ("the Alliance"), Eos would like to raise some concerns in sections 1 (one) and 3 (three).
+
+- To protect the sovereignty of Eos, Eos cannot permit "all regions of neighbouring Enigma territories within 10 (ten) kilometres of Asvyn" to be ceded to the Asvish Empire. Eos is open to further discussion to clearly define borders.
+- Additionally, the proposed addition of unified free trade and travel zones mentioned in section 3 (three) is not applicable to section 50 (fifty) of the Enigma Agreement, and any such agreement must be negotiated with the whole of the Enigmatic Council separately.
+
+Unfortunately, because of the recent formation of the Moyen Channel, Eos has invoked paragraph 51 (fifty-one) in article 2 of the Enigma Agreement, and will be unable to vote on or approve any Level 1 provisions as part of the Enigmatic Council. As a result, any message sent as part of the section 50 (fifty) withdrawal proceedings will not be replied to until 29 June 2022, or when Eos revokes its passage of section 50 (fifty), whichever comes first.
+
+Signed,\
+*Retadux*\
+Ean High Representative to the Enigmatic Council\
+29 June 2020

src/posts/unstagnation/dominate.md

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+---
+title: Dominate
+date: 2020-07-01
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+A huge uproar erupts from the crowds of Saiyu as the results of the 2020 Weilamese election are revealed to the world.
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+"…and your new President of Weilam until 2024 is…Roy Tamino!"
+
+"What the hell!" One citizen has his mouth hanging open. "How—how did *he* win!"
+
+A few metres away, another is waving a campaign poster in the air, cheering wildly for her preferred candidate. "Woo! For Weilam! Young power!"
+
+Standing off to the side is a supporter of a third party candidate, crying with his face in his hands.
+
+Under the shadow of a building, a group of people chant with masks. "Axit! Axit! Axit!"
+
+The candidate of the other party is shaking hands with the president-elect, a forced smile on his face. "Congratulations, Roy! This result was unexpected to me too, don't worry!"
+
+Roy Tamino himself is staring at the votes on the screen, seemingly oblivious to his surroundings. "But—I never wanted this," he whispers. "I'm just nine years old; this was just a joke…Do *I* have to deal with Farele and Enigma?"

src/posts/unstagnation/father-and-daughter.md

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+---
+title: Father and Daughter
+date: 2020-07-02
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+Trumpets blare around the royal procession as Princess Dazel bows down in front of her father.
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+"My daughter, what news have you brought for us today?" King Rambel Bheosetrawpe Mydrule leers imposingly in his startling green robes, staring down at the princess.
+
+"Father, I have returned from the Waterfall of Fate, but…" Dazel lowers her head further, "I could not awaken my power."
+
+The king lets out a long sigh, mouth set in a firm line, then places his hand on his daughter's shoulder, beckoning for her to stand up. "Rise, Dazel. We shall discuss this matter further in a more…secluded area."
+
+Dazel somewhat fearfully stands, but she follows her father behind the throne, away from any prying eyes. King Rambel pushes the heavy wooden doors together behind her. Once he verifies that there is no one else to overhear their discussion, he kneels, placing a hand on Dazel's shoulder once again. He opens his mouth to speak, but the princess starts speaking rapidly before words can form.
+
+"I'm sorry, father, but I *can't* do this! I've spent my whole childhood praying and praying! Please, please let me do the things I love! I can't do this anymore—"
+
+Rambel raises a hand for silence. "Dazel, I understand—"
+
+"No, you don't!"
+
+"Do not interrupt me. As I was saying, I understand your situation. And you are correct. I have been far too harsh on you ever since your mother passed away. I have pushed you to awaken your gift. But I now see the error of my ways." He stands, looking directly into her tearful eyes. "You may go. Live your life, and may it be happier than what I have put you through."
+
+The princess looks skeptical, but also hopeful. "Do you mean that, father?"
+
+The king belts out a hearty laugh and slaps her on the cheek. "Ha, you believed me for a moment there! Of course not," he snorts, "now you must head to the Forest of Destiny."
+
+Dazel just looks broken and crestfallen as she turns away.

src/posts/unstagnation/honour.md

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+---
+title: Honour
+date: 2020-07-06
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+"Arro, since you're going to be the saviour of our world, you just have to know one thing. Under *no* circumstance will you reveal your abilities. Even though you held a *press conference* yesterday, there's still a chance we can keep you hidden a little longer. Is that clear?"
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+Arro nodded his head quickly. "Yes, sir. I'll make sure I only control one element in front of people."
+
+"Good child," his master said, patting his head. "You understand what must be done."
+
+------
+
+"Welcome to the 2020 Kolaltan Magic Championship! We're going to start off with—on my left over here—the Groundhogs versus—on my right—the Electric Boogaloos!" The announcer gestured wildly at the two teams of five heading from opposite ends of the arena. The crowd cheered exuberantly. Arro, as the leader of the Electric Boogaloos, confidently smirked at the Groundhogs.
+
+"Groundhogs, eh? More like you're-going-*down*-hogs, am I right?"
+
+There was a quiet groan behind Arro. The Groundhogs just looked at the Boogaloos oddly, and their leader shook her head. "Was that supposed to be a roast?"
+
+Arro frowned for just a second when he realised that his joke was not well-received. "No, of course not. I was just…testing my vocal chords." He bit his tongue before he could manage to insult himself further. "Anyway, you're going *down!"*
+
+"The Boogaloos have been absolutely *dominating* the tournament so far, using their spectacular electric zappy powers to ruin everyone else's days!" the announcer boomed. "But now they face an opponent with earth powers! And everyone knows that electricity is completely ineffective against the ground! Whatever will they do!"
+
+"Yeah, electric isn't a good element to pick, you know," one of the Groundhogs pointed out.
+
+"Shut up! We got this, so you guys prepare to…uh, wet your shirts!"
+
+There was silence.
+
+There was a cough in the crowd.
+
+"…Well, I'm sure the Boogaloos' magic is better than their trash-talking, so why don't we get started? Players, are you ready? Go!"
+
+Immediately after the whistle was blown to denote the start of the match, Arro's team fired lightning bolt after lightning bolt. One of the Groundhogs was too slow and subsequently convulsed out of the ring, but the others raised shields made out of earth. Rocks and dirt were flung in the direction of the Boogaloos, absorbing any negative charge that might have reached the opposing team. One by one, the Groundhogs used their element to strike down Boogaloo after Boogaloo.
+
+At last, only Arro was left, throwing arcs of electricity in the hopes of randomly breaching the earthen barrier of the Groundhogs.
+
+"Give up, man," said a Groundhog. "You can't win."
+
+*My honour,* thought Arro. *It* cannot *take another beating. I can win. I must win. I will win. I will not lose my honour!*
+
+And a wave of water streamed from his fingertips, crashing into his opponents. Three of them fell off the edge, surprised by the sudden onslaught of their weak element. The crowd roared with approval.
+
+"What a surprise!" said the announcer, sounding very surprised indeed. "It turns out that the Electric Boogaloos have an Elemental Master on their team! And from what we can see, he *demolishes* the Groundhogs using his water powers, *sweeping* the team! It's one-on-one, folks, and I don't see how the last Groundhog is going to—"
+
+Suddenly, a giant fist erupted from the ground, punching Arro out of the ring instantly.
+
+"…win," the announcer finished lamely. "And the Groundhogs win with that surprise attack! From what we can see, that attack must have completely drained its caster…"
+
+Arro spat out water as he tread up to the surface. He lay on his back, looking at the ceiling. *I failed. I must redeem myself. I must regain my honour.* His eyes flickered over to the last Groundhog, who had his fist in the air in triumph. *I must have my revenge.*

src/posts/unstagnation/how-the-moyen-channel-was-formed.md

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+---
+title: How the Moyen Channel was Formed
+date: 2020-06-23
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+"Good morning, citizens of Ptuyo!"
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+My phone's screen flickers once as the video I'm watching is replaced by the face of a young man with glasses, luxurious golden locks, and an exquisite moustache: Riley, Director of Public Affairs in our tribe. "I do hope you're all having a great day so far," he says excitedly, "but I'm afraid I must interrupt you for an important message from our Supreme Leader, Sebastian."
+
+Riley's face vanishes from my phone, and I take a moment to look around at everyone else. They're attached to their phones, too. Sebastian's stubbled face appears on all our displays. His grin is enthusiastic, and he spreads his hands at the camera before speaking.
+
+"Thank you, Riley! I know you're all doing really important things, but I'm afraid that I've got really important news! Right after this message from our Director of Defense, it's the one and only…Crow!"
+
+The image on the screen flashes one more time to show someone who looks somewhat to a younger, malnourished Riley. Crow has glasses, but unlike Riley, he's distinctly more…frail. His black hair is disheveled, but I know that his endless patience and big brain makes him invaluable to our tribe.
+
+"Yes! Guys, do you know what we just did? Do you know we just did?" Crow is sitting in his office, wearing a simple maroon t-shirt. His smile is infectious, and I'm all ears, ready to hear what is about to come next. Any de-escalation of the rising tensions between Preton and Farele would be sorely welcome, as I wouldn't want to fight—
+
+"We broke the world — with just a single bomb!"

src/posts/unstagnation/injustice.md

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+---
+title: Injustice
+date: 2020-06-25
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+It is — unethical and *deeply* immoral to block our people from knowledge. Is Leeco not a free tribe? Do we not accept those in pursuit of information? We cannot block our citizens from learning more about the universe to further the human race. Our tribe was founded on the principle of helping each other learn and grow by education. We cannot learn if we never challenge our beliefs, no matter how deep their roots lie — you might remember how ingrained racism was in Leeco so many decades back — and we cannot grow as a society if we resist change! If we do not rapidly adapt to the world, the world will rapidly adapt around us. And that is unacceptable.
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+In order to face the changing world, we must cease our aimless — no, *destructive* actions of what can only be described as censorship — and allow Leecans to learn and share their knowledge of any topic they wish to! It is not the duty of that government to restrict what art or science one learns. It is not the responsibility of the government to hold still our way of life. The *people* influence the government, certainly not the other way around. To claim so is to be utterly incorrect in a free and just tribe.
+
+—George Anstion, assassinated five days before the Koran Revolution.

src/posts/unstagnation/java.lang.NullPointerException.md

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+---
+title: java.lang.NullPointerException
+date: 2020-06-19
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+*Test 19/20 failed: Memory access violation.*
+
+I let out a loud exhale as my fingers twitched in front of the keyboard. Someone else walked by.
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+“Um, Siava, are you all right?”
+
+I fought to keep my hands under control as they strained for something, anything to latch onto and ruin. *Bad hands. Do not strangle her. She is your friend. Friends are good. Friends are helpful. Friends are calming.*
+
+“Ah, Selene! No, everything is perfectly fine! It’s only the *tenth time that* this *stupid* program *breaks* on me and I don’t know *why* but there is absolutely nothing wrong whatsoever! Whichever garbage Xunilean engineer designed this stupid framework needs to go to hell but I’m fine! Perfectly fine and sane and sane and fine!”
+
+Selene looked concernedly from my twitchy fingers, which were now gripping the keyboard tightly — no, *bad hands*, don’t break the keyboard — to my beaming face. “Yeah, no. You’re about to blow up. Come get a drink with me?”
+
+I shook my head, returning to my computer to hammer away lines upon lines of troubleshooting code with the strength of determination and coffee. “You don’t understand. This is going to work. All I need is *one more* try! I’ve spent hours on this, I’m sure I can fix it I know exactly what went wrong I’m *going to finish it tonight—*”
+
+My monitor suddenly went black. I turned to see Selene moving her hand away from the power button of the workstation. The fury of a thousand suns burned within me, and adrenaline pumped throughout my body, demanding I settle the matter immediately with the one who *dared* take me away from my work. I stood up and glared at my ex-friend. “Selene.”
+
+She put her hand on my shoulder, applying just enough pressure to turn me in the direction of the break room. “Siava. Look, I’m sorry, but it’s past midnight! The buses and subways aren’t running today, so you’re my carpool home, and everyone else has gone already!” She gestured at the rest of the darkened cubicles.
+
+“That does not mean you get to take me away from my work,” *you traitorous woman,* I added mentally. “I only needed a couple more minutes.”
+
+“Calm down,” Selene said soothingly. Only now did I notice that she had already packed up all my things — maybe she wasn’t the worst person in the world after all. “Even if you spent hours more, there’s no guarantee you can finish before daybreak,” she yawned, “and I’d like to get at least six hours of sleep tonight. So we’re leaving, right now.”
+
+Now that I had stopped looking at that accursed screen, my blood pressure returned to slightly more regular levels. I sighed. “You’re right, sorry. I guess I was just a little worked up.”
+
+I started picking up my things that Selene had very nicely finished packing up for me. She smiled. “That’s the spirit. There’s no need to worry about anything. It’s a good idea sometimes to come back to something later, after you’ve had a break.”
+
+We were already in my car and on the highway when she asked, “You did save your work before I turned your computer off, right?”
+
+As my car headed down the ramp off the high-speed road, any onlooker would only see one person in the vehicle.

src/posts/unstagnation/leadership.md

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+---
+title: Leadership
+date: 2020-07-22
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+"…preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of Weilam."
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+"…preserve, protect, and defend the Constitution of Weilam," I repeated.
+
+"Congratulations, Mr. President," said the Chief Justice. I nodded, raising my hand above my head to take the taller man's hand. As we were released from the handshake, I took my other hand and waved at the crowd, who burst into cheers.
+
+Standing off to the side, my parents tearfully clutched each other tightly, their faces smiling but white.
+
+My friends from school had gathered on the sidewalk. I thought I heard them cheering the loudest.
+
+------
+
+"Mr. President, on your first day in office, I would recommend starting off with enacting the first item on your agenda: allowances for every citizen."
+
+"Okay! You can do that, right? Can I go visit my friends now?" Honestly, all these fancy people wanted to talk to me, and it was getting annoying. There were people congratulating me, people asking me for leadership, people asking me for help—a twelve-year-old only has so much time, you know—I just wanted a day off.
+
+"Sir, you promised the people you would enact change, so by not doing anything productive, you're going to make everyone doubt you." My advisor knew well, of course, but the people had elected *me*. No matter that he was nearly four times my age, *I* was the one in charge.
+
+"Absolutely not, George. A *man*," I noticed gleefully that my advisor flushed at the emphasis of that word, "needs to manage and balance his time wisely. And I haven't been doing that lately. We can work on changing the world tomorrow."
+
+"I'll call your mother and tell her that you haven't been doing your job properly," he threatened.
+
+My face paled. "No! Not mom! I'll do anything! I'll sign everything! I'll fill out all the forms! I would write law stuff but I don't know how to do that! I'll *even draw you a butt!"*
+
+He smiled. "That is appreciated, but not at all necessary. Now, son, why don't we get you over to the Chamber of Representatives…"

src/posts/unstagnation/re-education.md

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+---
+title: Re-education
+date: 2020-06-30
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+Welcome to Herdit's Social Education Course! As the successful completion of this course is compulsory for acquiring citizenship in Herdit, we hope you learn from your experience in this program.
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+When you are admitted into Herdit, you will receive your very own hPhone, provided free-of-charge from the government! This phone comes with unlimited access to the internet as well as 500 gigabytes of storage for all your personal data. Herdit will use your hPhone to collect data for the sole purpose of adjusting your karmic score, colloquially known by the population as "karma". We use end-to-end encryption to keep all your data safe and secure on our servers.
+
+In addition to your hPhone, your karmic score can also be modified from interactions in public spaces via security footage and others' hPhones, too! When you interact with others, your topic of discussion, mood, tone, and speaking style all are put through sophisticated technologies to ensure that your karmic score is as accurate as possible.
+
+Your karmic score is very important to your life in Herdit. It is visible to every citizen in the tribe, and higher scores indicate that you are a better person in society! Herdit encourages competition for the highest possible karmic score, so engage in meaningful and factual discussion, work hard, and aim to help others raise their karmic scores, too! When you have a high karmic score, you are eligible for discounts, early access to public services, and other rewards!
+
+Unfortunately, lower karmic scores may pose risks to a happy life in Herdit. Scores may be lowered as a result of an impolite demeanor, a lack of contribution to society, and the discussion of improper topics. If your score is too low, you may be required to head to the nearest Re-Education Centre so we can help you raise it back up to an acceptable level.
+
+Thank you for considering Herdit citizenship, and we hope you strive to become the best person you can be!

src/posts/unstagnation/save-file.md

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+---
+title: Save File
+date: 2020-07-22
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+The sun shone brightly through an open window and its rays bounced happily around Peanut's house before slamming into his eyes.
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+"Argh!" Peanut shut his eyes, holding back a few tears. "Stupid sun… Let me play my games!"
+
+The sun no longer shone through the open window, its rays instead slamming into the thick curtains draped over the opening. Darkness reigned in the room for only a moment before electric lights illuminated a sleek-looking desktop computer setup. Sitting on a glossy wooden table, three large monitors displayed a video, collage of applications, and the desktop wallpaper, respectively.
+
+Peanut blinked a few times to get the black spots out of his eyes, reclining all the way back in his gaming chair. It took a minute, but eventually he had dabbed all his salty eye fluids away. "Now, how do I install this…" he said, going back to clicking through his folder and files. "Maybe if I get rid of this and try again?"
+
+*Are you sure you want to permanently delete this folder?*
+
+"Yeah, I'm sure. What's in a NAND anyway? Just some system archives, right?"
+
+*Folder deleted.*
+
+"All I have to do is get the new dumped data in, and…" Peanut rubbed his hands together while he waited for the file copy operation to complete. "Let's try it!"
+
+*System dump not found. Load failed.*
+
+"Aw, man! What do you want me to do, junos? I've deleted and reinstalled and tried everything!" said Peanut, grumbling as he eventually closed all of his windows, pulling up junos again to play another game. "You win, for now. Rutadex it is, I guess."
+
+*Please select your language.*
+
+Peanut blinked. Then again. He squinted at the screen, hoping against hope that his heart wouldn't plummet any further as his brain asked his eyes to double-check that they had read the on-screen text correctly.
+
+His save data, the save in which he had spent dozens of hours to grind and upgrade his character to the best character it could possibly be—all completely gone. As soon as his mind finally caught up to the present and fully, completely understood what had happened, he reeled back, shocked.
+
+"Wha—How—what—when—h-how did this happen? No, that's impossible!" A thought occurred to him. "junos's save data is kept in the *NAND?* Oh, no… It might be salvageable!"
+
+Typing furiously on his keyboard, he opened up terminal window after terminal window, launching all the data recovery tools he had.
+
+*File not found.*
+
+*File does not exist.*
+
+*Error: Not found.*
+
+*File not found: Check the path?*
+
+*Space reallocated.*
+
+As negative after negative flashed by on the screen, he was about to curl up into a ball and cry for days until one last program chirped a notification at him.
+
+*File 00 found. Recover?*
+
+"*YES! YES!* Oh, give me my gummies back, thank you testdisk I love you!" Gleefully, Peanut took the recovered file and plopped it into Rutadex's save directory as junos loaded in the background. "Still better check it, just in case…"
+
+*Save data corrupted. Deleting and resetting…*
+
+Wordlessly, Peanut stood up, gently pushed his chair away, and then went up to his room, where he lay down and cried himself to sleep.

src/posts/unstagnation/the-leeway-of-leeco.md

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+---
+title: The Leeway of Leeco
+date: 2020-06-14
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+I confidently strode up to my teacher, a fistful of papers in my left hand. Mrs. Lowshi smiled as I approached. “Good morning, Bobby. Are you here to hand in yesterday’s homework?”
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+Well, I had been playing video games all night. What use was homework anyway? I put on as convincing of a disappointed face as I could. “I’m so sorry, Mrs. Lowshi, but I couldn’t do it. Every time I tried, my dog ate it! Here’s all I could salvage from his paper-thirsty mouth…” The fistful of shredded paper was dropped on Mrs. Lowshi’s desk, who brought hands up to her mouth in horror.
+
+“Goodness! Why, I can’t imagine how many times you had to redo the work!”
+
+I nodded as despairingly as I could manage, but a large grin had broken out inside me. Of course she fell for it! Every teacher in Leeco was trained so that they were more “open and tolerant” after the whole Kora incident. It was a great change, if you ask me. School is just a free babysitting program for parents to drop off their children before they go to work. Completely useless.
+
+I squinted as hard as I could to get a tear to fall out of my eye. The more dramatic, the better. “I did, Mrs. Lowshi! I did! You have to believe me! I—” I paused for dramatic effect, and my teacher took the opportunity to bring me around to her side of the desk.
+
+“There, there,” she said as she patted me on the back in a soothing tone. “Don’t worry about the work, now. I’m not going to make you do it again. I’m sure you know the content by heart already. Would you like a tissue before we begin the test?”
+
+I shook my head, then wordlessly headed back to my table. As I brushed past my friend’s desk, I tapped it twice. He got the message and headed up to Mrs. Lowshi’s desk, who looked at him concernedly. “Joey, what’s wrong?”
+
+“Mrs. Lowshi! You have to help me! We can’t take the test today! I was studying with my friends last night, and none of us could understand anything!”
+
+Impressive. He managed to shed at least five tears there. As I sat down in front of my desk, my teacher’s voice drifted up from the front of the room. “Oh, it’s all right, Joey. We won’t make you take the test. We’ll spend a few more days reviewing before we move on to the next unit. Is that okay?”

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+---
+title: Wet Hair
+date: 2020-06-26
+tags:
+- unstagnation
+- literature
+---
+
+*Splash!*
+
+A flying projectile hits the back of Cloche's head. It explodes, soaking her whole body as she lurches forward from the impact, which is not quite strong enough to cause any lasting pain. She pauses for a moment, then slowly turns around to face the perpetrator.
+<!-- excerpt -->
+
+Garson is smiling obliviously at her inner demons, and laughs at her misfortune.
+
+"Ha! Got you, Cloche!" 
+
+Cloche runs her fingers through her now-wet hair, which stretches down to her waist. Her voice becomes quiet. "That was you?"
+
+"Man, I thought I'd never be able to sneak up on you! I bet you didn't hear a thing, did you!"
+
+Cloche stays silent for a few seconds.
+
+"Uh, Cloche? Are you okay? You seem…a little bit more annoyed than I thought you were…"
+
+Finally, she can take no more of this *boy's* nonsense and explodes.
+
+"You *inconsiderate* *scoundrel!"* she yells, shaking. "Do you *realise* what you've done?"
+
+Garson looks to be taken aback. "What—"
+
+"You *wet* my *hair!* It takes *hours* upon *hours* for this mass of keratin to dry out properly, and does it *look* like we're near a hair dryer anywhere? I trusted you, Garson! I trusted you! And you had the sheer *nerve* to go behind my back and *soak* me! I should take you to court for assault!"
+
+"I'm sor—"
+
+" 'Sorry' isn't going to cut it here, Garson!" Cloche steps closer to him, glare intensifying. "What you have done to me is completely unacceptable and condones *cruel and unusual punishment*, but since I'm a forgiving girl, I'll let you off with one last warning. Do I make myself clear?" She hisses the last sentence right up to the pale-faced Garson.
+
+"Yes, ma'am!" Garson squeaks.
+
+Cloche spins around, causing her waterlogged hair to follow after, slamming into Garson's face like a sledgehammer. He stumbles backward, disoriented.
+
+"Owie…" Garson mutters. "Are those rockets, mommy?"