Technically, each day is "the first day of the rest of your life." Really, it's those key few, either on or shortly following a life pivoting binary choice — decided and articulated in the span of a single breath and one syllable — that changes all other options to come. When the decision is between continuing a familiar, well-worn doom or opting for uncharted treacheries, there's a realisation that while your hell may be inescapable, there are untried variations of it to explore. That's today.
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If your job uses Slack, please remember that the administrators that have been configured can view any channel and download all files and all information published, including channels that are "private" or between 2 individuals.
Your discussions are not secure and can be snooped upon, even private conversations.
In other words: there is no privacy on Slack. Period.
This is the end of this public service
(Don't ask how I know that)
The treatments were a gift, so they thought. The medical community, pharmaceutical industry and Big Tech had converged to usher in a life-extension era like no other, at least for those who could afford it. But advancements rolled out based on their discovery, not need. Science's gift was also its betrayal. As old men lived longer, thoughts they'd struggled to keep locked in their heads tumbled out their mouths. They gained a few painful years, and lost their life's work -- immortal reputations.
Technologist for the humans and misanthrope for the machines.
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