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>Ora inizierò e manterrò un thread separato su Sumy, poiché sembra sempre più probabile che questo diventerà il prossimo punto critico.

>Oggi alle 10:00 e alle 13:00 si sono verificate diverse esplosioni in città e nei suoi dintorni. I droni russi sono molto attivi, c'è un ronzio costante quasi 24 ore su 24, 7 giorni su 7.

>Ufficiosamente, l'esercito ucraino ci ha consigliato di lasciare Sumy. Questo non è un annuncio di massa o ufficiale, è più un consiglio silenzioso. Si aspettano che la Russia apra il fronte questa settimana.

>Apparentemente la Russia non invaderà la città stessa, quindi qualsiasi nuovo fronte servirà probabilmente ad aumentare la pressione sull’Ucraina piuttosto che su qualcosa di più grande.


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Page stood in the dimly lit control room, the hum of advanced machinery filling the air. His eyes flickered with a mixture of determination and impatience. The inspectors from the United Nations were due to arrive any moment, and Page had little interest in their bureaucratic delays and formalities. His work, and the work of Darrow, transcended their pedestrian concerns.

As the doors slid open, the inspectors entered, their faces stern and skeptical. Page didn't wait for the formal introductions; he was already moving towards the central console.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he began, his voice echoing with authority, "I understand you're here to ensure our compliance with international laws. I assure you, our methods are both innovative and ethical." He paused, allowing the weight of his words to settle. "But let me show you something that might expedite your inquiry."

With a swift motion, he activated a series of holographic displays, each one showcasing a different combat scenario. "These are our NATO-approved augmentations," he explained, gesturing to the intricate neural maps lighting up the screens. "They allow us to capture the action potentials of any combatant in real-time."

One of the inspectors, a seasoned veteran with a sharp gaze, stepped forward. "And what exactly does that mean for your operations, Mr. Page?"

Page smiled, a glint of triumph in his eyes. "It means we can extract and analyze their neural data instantly. Every thought, every decision, every piece of strategic information is available to us as hard data. No need for traditional interrogation methods. No need for torture."

He pressed another button, and the image shifted to a digital representation of a human brain, pulsating with electric signals. "Thanks to Darrow's pioneering work, we've developed a method to clone an individual's consciousness as an AI. This AI can be interrogated for war-related information without any physical harm to the original person."

The room fell silent as the inspectors absorbed the gravity of his words. "So," Page continued, "any information we need is at our fingertips, without the moral and ethical quandaries that typically accompany such operations."

The lead inspector frowned, clearly struggling to reconcile the implications. "But how do you ensure the integrity of this data? How do you prevent abuses of such power?"

Page's smile widened, the confidence in his technological prowess evident. "Our systems are designed with multiple safeguards. The AI clones are monitored and controlled, ensuring they can't deviate from their intended purpose. And all data is encrypted and stored with the highest security protocols."

The inspectors exchanged glances, the weight of the decision ahead of them palpable. Page knew he had presented them with an irrefutable solution, one that married technological advancement with ethical responsibility.

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The crew were masturbating to this sex scene
>"Hows that for soft!" John said
The dick went in and out for what felt like hours and Jim began to moan in deep pleasure
>"Don't stop daddy" he said.
And then the whole crew ejaculated on his face the end.

Jim came back with the space map but was shocked when he found out that John silver and his mutiny crew were waiting in the shadows.
Johns minions held down Jim as John said "Now im going to prove im not soft".
He pulled down his pants revealing a gigantic penis and he pushed it against Jims boypussi.
Jim yelled;
>"Nooo! It's too big! It wont fit!"
But John shoved his dick in harder and it went all the way in which caused Jim to scream loudly;
"UAH ITS TOO MUCH STOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP!"
The crew were masturbating to this sex scene
>"Hows that for soft!" John said
The dick went in and out for what felt like hours and Jim began to moan in deep pleasure
>"Don't stop daddy" he said.
And then the whole crew ejaculated on his face the end.