In lieu of a review reply: reason for month-long delay, in addition to slowly-growing Writer's Block/Courseload/ennui, in the Author's Notes. In the interim, I'm going to start dating the upload times for the documents at the bottom of the pages, if only to make sure I cross the 25 Chapters/year minimum I've set myself.

Pokemon: Hoenn; City Life50 (Fortree); Actual Starter: Eevee (Shiny50); Freerunning; Swarmed+100 (100)

Priority: Physical Fitness100; Survival Training100; Master Ball*3100; HM Collection50; Rebreather50; Psionics300; Savant600; Blend In300; Egg Move4 (Flail, Wish, Stored Power, Synchronoise)200; Combat Training100; Aura600; Champ In The Making300 (2800)

-Day 2931, Dawn-

I would like to say, that when I woke up to Marshadow watching over a restrained ninja, that I simply shrugged off the fact that a member of the Shadow Triad had apparently managed to sneak into my hotel room, and went about my typical morning rituals until I felt like putting up with their shit.

In reality, I gingerly rolled to my feet, caught sight of the sneaky git, and sighed. "You know, I sleep and wake up fairly early these days because of my Espeon. You could have shown up at six o'clock, or slid a letter under the doorframe, or something simple if you wanted to know something about me."

"I'm an infiltrator." They countered matter-of-factly, in an androgynous tone that I couldn't nail down.

"And there's a time and a place for infiltrating," I snorted back. "and when I'm willingly engaging with N, it seems like you'd be better off asking me something face-to-face. If it was really necessary, just disguise yourself as a random civilian who conveniently knows where he is, and has a good reason for me to go to him. It's not like I'm not going to attack him after all this time being friendly, unless I suddenly had an extremely good reason for-" I made a show of pausing and eyeing them. "You weren't trying to assassinate me, were you?"

"No." I guess they're committed to the seriousness of their duties. Good for them? "Lord N wishes to see you at Chargestone Cave between nine o'clock and noon."

"Fine." I still made a show of crossing my arms and tapping my foot to take the piss out of them. "Anything else you couldn't have just told me in person?"

They didn't seem all that interested in speaking up, but I gave them time to think over whatever was bugging them. "…some elements of Team Plasma have certain ideas of how Lord N should rule. You have done much to unnerve Lord N in the span of a single day. If you believe you are right, you should defeat him in battle, not with subtlety and cowardice."

There were a lot of things I expected to hear them say, and a lot of things I had prepared to come out of my mouth. "…ex-cuse you, motherfucker?!" What followed was neither of them. "I'm sorry, but N has indicated rather obviously that he is repeating lines that others have drilled into his head his whole life, lines he has never actually thought about before. By all accounts, he seems to believe that real life does not match his expectations, and that the 'Seven Sages' who raised him might, in fact, have been embellishing, to put it mildly. And you're saying that I shouldn't take the non-violent route to convincing him not to start a second American civil war!?"

They actually seemed somewhat uncomfortable at that last point, but continued nonetheless. "No. I'm saying, that you are manipulating him, while trying to convince him that he has been manipulated. Do you not think that's hypocritical?"

"…mate." I brought my right hand up over my face. "Mate, literally any communication between anyone is 'manipulation'. A weather reporter telling people it's going to piss down, is trying to manipulate people who were going to go out for no good reason into staying home, and that's 'good' manipulation. Someone trying to skive out an invitation for a party they have no real place being at, just to stuff their face at a buffet or mingle with people for their own self-interest, is 'bad' manipulation. Even someone passing on random gossip is 'manipulation', in the sense that knowing random things about other people might change the way they act, in one way or another, for one reason or another. I'm not trying to 'manipulate' him into being a good person because I told him to, I'm trying to 'manipulate' him into looking at both sides of the argument that 'Trainers should be convinced, forced if necessary, to release their Pokemon', so that he can make that decision himself. If he sees both sides of what Team Plasma's doing and changes his mind, then I don't need to involve myself any further, which is what I wanted from the beginning, because I don't like social interaction, but at least I can do so with a guilt-free conscience. If he still genuinely thinks they're right, after seeing all the perfectly-happy eggs they're breaking to make an omelette that nobody asked for, then I can arrest him knowing that it won't keep me up at night, because I didn't arrest some random kid who didn't realise that what his 'father' taught him to do was bullshit." I paused, breathing heavily and burning with indignation, at the implication that I was doing a bad thing by enlightening someone to the consequences of their own far-reaching actions. "And if I chose to fight him from the beginning, not only is it going to eat at me that I did nothing to try and fix what I believe to be a very serious problem, something that could ruin the rest of his life, it also means forcing our Pokemon to fight each other, when his whole ideology is 'don't let Humans force their Pokemon to fight each other'! If that is where I have to put my foot down, then so be it, but not until he violates that principle first. That's the whole point: to prove that I don't need to compromise my morals or way of life to arbitrarily 'win' a Pokemon Battle."

They struggled for a good ten seconds to come up with any kind of counterpoint. "…that doesn't prove that your morals, or way of life, are better than his."

"No it doesn't." I agreed. "But I'm not the one trying to force that… that potentially-unpopular way of life, onto other people who never consented to it. And I note, curiously enough, that N still uses Pokeballs, even if his Pokemon do so 'willingly'. Even if it's just to protect his Pokemon from those who do have empty Pokeballs, that just goes to show that you can't put the genie back into the bottle. Because real, hardcore criminals, will gladly find-slash-import and throw Pokeballs if that's all they need to do to steal Pokemon." Then I paused, mentally-tired from my rant. "You've said what you were ordered to, and plenty more besides. Now sod off and leave me to my morning rituals. Unless you'd rather I be late?"

They took one last look around, I sent Marshadow a [Follow him in his shadow until he leaves the city], and they promptly lunged out the door as I yanked it open with my mind. "Thank you." I sighed as they finally buggered off and left me in blessed peace. "Fucking asshole couldn't have left this another hour or two, could he…" I mused to myself as I grabbed the remote and turned the telly on to the news channel, searching for the room service menu as Evan gave me an amused look the whole way. "Anything to add?"

[I don't think I've ever heard you explode at someone like that before. You're really passionate about this N guy, aren't you?] She lazily prodded my mind as she cat-stretched across the quilt, drinking in the sunrise as a long-ago part of me hissed at getting up before ten o'clock. But I couldn't exactly stay up late anymore, could I?

"Sort of? It's just…" I thought her question over as I found the phone. "There's an assassin from a story called Mass Effect, who once said 'I've taken a lot of bad things out of this world. You're the only good thing I've ever put back in'. It's not the same thing: he's not my son, just some 'legendary-chosen' guy I ran into. But for all the gangs we've taken down, all that really does is stop bad things from happening. It's still a good thing, but I'd like to not have to take in some of the criminals we run into, especially the genuinely-ignorant-through-no-fault-of-their-own ones. Besides, if he's really going to become Zekrom's Trainer at some point, it would help a lot if he was firmly on the side of good, and not blowing up random political offices every few months until he gets sniped by an acronym-serving Inteleon." Because of course America had those, why the fuck wouldn't they. "He's not evil, just 'manipulated' and misguided. He obviously doesn't want to mess with people, he's just going along with this because he thinks it's the right thing to do. That's why-no, that's part of why I want to step in. The other part is, if he did take ownership of a Legendary, he'd also start an entirely-new problem with everyone else in America, and I don't want extremism from any side getting Humans killed or Pokemon stolen. People just need to learn to 'live and fucking let live'."

[And not because he's cute?] She abruptly tried to tease me. What, as in attractive?

"Fuck no. He might be a pretty-boy, but I thought Roxanne was good-looking and I didn't hit on her, did I?" I snorted in shocked amusement. "Where did that come from?"

[Well, you went to so much effort to set me up with that handsome heliotrope-shaded Espeon. And then spent a full ten minutes teasing me about it.] She drolly reminded me, with more than a hint of schadenfreude. [Seems only fair that I help you find someone to shack up with, yeah?]

"I suggested it once, reminded you once, and took you out to see a total of seven 'candidates' over the course of five days, most of whom you didn't really gel with. Are you talking about the 'rough-and-tumble' Espeon who actually turned out to be very respectful?"

[No, the one that backtalked until you psychically put his nuts in a vice.] She snorted in my head as she struggled to contain her giggles.

"Oh, that smartass." I distinctly recalled the snooty, full-of-himself tone. Followed by the extremely-feminine yowl. "I did give him fair warning, and the chance to walk away before and after, and he was still willing to stick around. Weren't you the one who started it by crowing about how terrible he was until you pinned him instead?"

And thus went the rest of the hour, except for the following fifteen-minute break where we waited for the scrambled eggs and bacon to come up. Followed by another hour of me ordering something a bit lighter for Marshadow as he returned, and something a bit bigger for Lugia as she showed up, having apparently spent the night swimming around in the ocean south of Orre and doing a quick check-up on the currents while we were in the area (and then freaking out after hearing that someone had snuck into our room, and Marshadow had caught them as I'd predicted). With Marshadow having nothing of substance to report, I rang up Looker and laid out my intent to go to the next town and see if there were any Plasma Grunts there too, then stroll up to Chargestone Cave from there.

-Day 2931, Morning-

And stroll up to Chargestone Cave I did, though not before ensuring the big clump of Plasma Grunts and Zinzolin being arrested in Driftveil City didn't get to escape into a Cold Storage building because of a drawbridge being lowered. Ah, Psionics. Is there any limit to the number of shrunken Pokeballs you can't 'misplace' at a moderate distance?

The lack of Ghetsis, even after waiting another full hour while Looker helped process the lot of them, wasn't necessarily a surprise. Even if he didn't know I was present, there being an entire local police force arrayed against his crew of motley Grunts would have been a dicey proposition to pursue. After all, there's nothing stopping him from intervening at a later date, either staging a breakout or intercepting their transports. Another good reason I'd like to speed things up, on top of my earlier 'visit'.

I was mildly amused to see that the Electroweb blocking the cave's entrance had an obvious Aura signature hiding further back, but I let my house invader keep their secret by simply grabbing the edges of the 'web and disconnecting it from the walls of the cave, squishing it into a ball and tossing it off to the side as I entered, 'blissfully unaware' of the people hiding admittedly-well on the walls of the cave… until I paused the moment before I got in between them and gave them both a Look. "Fair warning, Aura Sight automatically pierces thin disguises like the ones you're using. Are you here to ambush me, or is N deep enough that I need a guide?"

Despite the goading, neither of them contested me and simply jumped to my sides, saying "Come" and quietly marching deeper in. So that was that, I suppose.

N was only about a minute's walk away, but when you're power-walking through twists and turns in a cave surrounded by electrically-charged rocks, that's a deceptively-far distance. "Lord N. We've brought the one you wanted." And goodness me, they're fast. Maybe I need to step up my exercise regimen, see if I can develop my body into superhuman territory?

"…Jason." "N." We greeted each other trepidly. "…I like this cave." He continued, seemingly lost in his own world. "Formula's express electricity and its connection to Pokémon... If people did not exist, this would be an ideal place."

"…maybe." I granted him. "But without humans, there would be no formulae, and far less people to enjoy the natural beauty of this fantastic world."

"…perhaps. You have been chosen, you know." He abruptly changed the subject. "To have the favor of a Legend like Marshadow demonstrates quite the destiny, do you not agree?"

"Our meeting was a little more complicated than that," [Marshadow, please don't jump in or intervene just yet.] "but yes, I always suspected that my fate was to do 'great' things."

He nodded distractedly. "I told Ghetsis about you and your friends from Nuvema. After I did, we collaborated to use the Shadow Triad to find out about you. Cheren is pursuing the ideal of strength. Poor Bianca has faced the sad truth that not everyone can become stronger. And you are… difficult to pin down, a wild card. My father is, concerned, about your interference." He quickly went off-script. "I spoke with all of my family on the matter, and received many different viewpoints. The Sages agree you are an obstacle that must not be underestimated any further, while my sisters feel that you make several good points that the Sages would not want me to think about. And the member of the Triad who went to search your apartment while you slept, carried a voice recorder on him. Your… conversation, was quite illuminating."

Damn, they are really fucking professional. Good on them? "Glad to hear it, I'm not a fan of repeating the same thing to different individuals."

Nevertheless, that got me an inquisitive side-eyeing. "It seems rather pessimistic to define any and all communication as 'manipulative'."

"Only if you think 'manipulation' is an inherently-bad thing." I pointed out, coming up with some examples. "Whenever you or your sisters take the time to discuss things, you do so to share viewpoints and broaden your horizons. Something as simple as a compliment can 'manipulate' someone's day to be better, just as something as simple as an insult can 'manipulate' someone into having a much less pleasant one. These are surface-level things you barely think about, but they can be just as effective. Surely you've come across the idea of parents 'moulding' their children to share certain beliefs as they grow up. It's deeper, but just as casual and thoughtless to the average person. It's just a thing you do."

"…perhaps." He repeated more tightly, clamming up at my reminder.

I took the chance to ask him a question. "Did you take in the earlier and later parts of the rant, too? I'll admit that the Pokeball thing was a bit of a low blow in hindsight, but the point does stand that the knowledge of making Pokeballs is never going to just magically 'go away', especially when traditional organized crime can simply import them from Canada, or South America, or through teleporters. And I feel the need to repeat that a second Civil War is inevitable, if you lead people in those sorts of directions. Plenty of high-ranking Elite Four members and people like the Battle Frontier leaders have access to Legendaries, and that doesn't magically give them 'heavenly ruling authority' in the eyes of the people."

"I suppose not." He admitted, but followed up with a pretty good point I hadn't really thought about yet. "But while I can't speak for Japan, here in America and Unova especially, being chosen by either one of Reshiram or Zekrom would give me legitimacy in the eyes of the people. It would prove that I'm not merely another man, seeking power for selfish reasons, but someone greater than that. I couldn't have the favour of one of the Legendary Dragons if I wasn't above selfishness."

"…maybe." I thought about the state of America in my world, the current President looking to fight his lawfully-elected successor. Christ, a lot of the recent POTUS's probably would've failed the Reshiram/Zekrom test. At least N has a certain level of innocence, if nothing else. Then again, the Civil War in this America had included Pokemon, and things were a bit less 'Gray vs Grey' as a result. Would ordering everyone to release their Pokemon cause a Civil War, if it came from someone with a Legendary tacitly supporting his actions…-yes. Damn me for saying it, but the local government would never cede authority without widespread pressure from the public, especially to a single person. He'd get a clap on the shoulder for his achievement, maybe a speech to humor him, and a knife in the back the moment he decided to push the wrong boundary.

…and then Ghetsis could step in as his retainer and fight some sort of crusade in his name? I'd like to say that I couldn't see him being that openly rebellious… but the Black 2/White 2 plot with Kyurem begs to differ. Is that his angle, or is that too paranoid? "It would certainly give you credibility that couldn't be ignored. But Team Plasma… honestly, I think their current reputation would weigh you down, enough for even just the people in the state government who disagree, and there will always be someone who will seek to fight against the changes you want to enact, to refute you with rhetoric and 'suggest' that you are unfit to have final say in political matters. And I doubt you could decisively win a 'Hearts and Minds' campaign against the rightfully-elected government, not in a human lifetime. Some people will undoubtedly release their Pokemon, but most would not be so willing to give up the basic conveniences of keeping their Pokemon in Pokeballs. Any change would either be slow and plagued with unexpected complications, for which you'd need advice from the Sages, or you'd need to kick the political hornet's nest, and even with Zekrom, Reshiram and Genesect, I… really can't see that ending well."

"Maybe not, but I can't just stand by and do nothing." He huffed, obvious frustration coming to the fore as it did last time. "There has to be something I can do, even if I have to stand against the traditional government to do it. Pokemon do suffer, even if only rarely, and they do need to be protected from people, even if not all of them."

Well, there's the obvious solution. "Then might I suggest, that you focus on reforming Team Plasma into a less-obviously-evil group, and go for something more akin to a charity? Some sort of not-for-profit NGO that focuses on the rescuing and protection of abused Pokemon, rather than trying to steal everyone else's? Few would argue that taking Pokemon from people who abuse them is a bad thing, but you should really start small and work your way up to overthrowing the government." I only smirked slightly.

"…hmm." He clearly thought that over for about five seconds. "I suppose it's not a bad idea, but I want to act more immediately and decisively than that."

"Then declare war on the government and be branded a domestic terrorist." I openly shrugged when he rounded on me in disbelief. "There are two ways to do this, the peaceful way and the violent way. Not like you have to choose now, you don't have much force projection either way, but that's what it comes down to. And seeing as all Seven of the Sages have outstanding warrants in foreign countries, I can't say I'm overly invested in either option, as long as you stay away from Japan on the other side of the globe."

"That's a rather mercenary attitude to flip-flop to, moments after saying that you don't want a second Civil War." He gave me an exceptionally-dry look. "What part of our current plan is even so bad, that I should consider changing it?"

"Short of arresting you, I don't have any direct influence on your future plans. Moreover, I can't fix everything and it's not my job to. Hell, I could argue that I've technically already saved this entire continent from Cipher's Shadow Pokemon down in Orre, I can't protect everyone from their unwillingness to stamp down on groups like yours before they become problems." Something I was ignoring as we spoke, but honestly? A big part of it was just changing N's mind. "And between the Triad invitation and arriving here, I stopped off in Driftveil City to watch the Gym Leader arrest another group of your Grunts and another one of your Sages, called Zinzolin. I don't know what they were doing outside of 'stealing Pokemon', but it gave me a good chance to leave Looker back there with them for the duration of this meeting. On the other hand… you apparently started stepping up your operations as of only yesterday, and now two of your Seven Sages have been arrested. Whether you were more effective acting with subtlety or not, your overarching plan doesn't seem to be progressing in relation to how many subordinates you're losing. Unless there's something I'm missing?"

"Only our locating of the Legendary Dragons' resting places." He turned away from me. "And once I have proven myself worthy of Zekrom, 'force projection' will be the last thing Team Plasma lacks." …shit, don't tell me he's going into an edgy phase. Oh fuck, don't laugh out loud right now at the mental image of an edgy-punk N.

"Is that why you're down here? You thought you'd find Zekrom in Chargestone Cave?" I instead asked.

"It was worth ruling out. If there was any place I would have expected the Dark Stone to lie, it would be here." He continued, still not looking at me.

"…if, you're looking for some sort of treasure, why not start with the aptly-named Dragonspiral Tower, or another ancient ruin like Relic Castle?" I brought up the obvious location, trying not to make it clear that I already knew what he was talking about. Is this my chance to accelerate both our plans a little?"

"Obviously," He voiced my exact thoughts. "But we can investigate more than one area at a time, and their being historically-significant doesn't necessarily help. The Brothers might have hidden them in their fortresses, but maybe they were more subtle. It won't take much longer, in any case…" He trailed off for a moment, then abruptly pre-empted me before I could come up with something else to say. "Jason. You told me yesterday, that you felt Team Plasma was full of ordinary criminals, traitors to my true cause of Pokemon Liberation."

"Y-es?" Where did this come from?

"I agree." He finally turned back to me, features hardened. "When I think about that Munna that was being mistreated in the Dreamyard, all I want to do is ensure the perpetrators can never harm another Pokemon again, even if I have to throw them out of Team Plasma and have them be imprisoned by the 'lawfully-elected government'. When there is discord amongst even my own forces… when too many different values mix together, the world becomes gray and moral righteousness becomes unclear. That, is unforgivable! I still want to separate Pokemon from Humans who would mistreat them, impossible though the task may seem, and make the present-day morass of 'black and white', of 'good and evil', distinct once more. Only then will Pokemon be free and safe. And for that, I am indeed willing to fight our democratically-elected government, if they were to truly challenge my objectively-pure goals. I could never support anyone who would turn their back on protecting Pokemon!"

…damn, I think I'm starting to hear what the sheep see in charismatic villains. "I suppose this is a recruitment pitch?"

"Indeed. You have the support of a living Legend already, and if you were truly involved in the destruction of the immoral scientists of Cipher, you clearly share my desire to rid this world of unnecessary cruelty." He closed the gap between us by about half. "Imagine what we could accomplish, together, across both America and Japan."

No time like the present, I suppose. I slung my bag off my back and started digging into it for the Stone which would grab his attention. "Well, I think you're making that offer a little prematurely, because you lack a very important piece of knowledge that you have no method of learning outside of me."

"And that is?" He raised an eyebrow, probably expecting something shocking. How small you think.

"Catch." I promptly tossed the Stone to him, watching as he caught it in confusion, then almost dropped it halfway through as he seemed to realise what I'd just thrown him.

"Th-is this-" I'm not sure what he gawked at more, the Stone, or me for being so nonchalant about it.

"Took a trip around Unova a while ago to beat the local Champion," I overrode him. "before I started on the three Elite Four's at home and whatever Alola had. Turns out, while I was touring the place, that Nacrene Museum had a random pearl-white rock on display, one which burned with a Red-Hot Aura when I looked at it a little more closely." I flickered my Aura Sight on for a moment, showing off the yellow glow in my eyes. "So I didn't, really think it was related to Reshiram. No way it'd just be sitting in the open in a museum, even if they did recover it from Relic Castle. But then I climbed Dragonspiral Tower, and the pitch-black rock at its peak was Electric-Blue to my Aura Sight. So I figured, even if these weren't immediately useful to me, they'd be better off in my hands than those of a pack of random looters or religious fanatics. And from your testimony, it seems I was right."

"…you…" N stared gormlessly at the Light Stone in his hands, holding the container of the Legendary he probably didn't resonate enough with to call out. "This whole time, you-?!"

"How was I supposed to know?" I casually shrugged. "I wouldn't have thought the Legendaries most closely associated with America would have sealed themselves within ordinary chunks of perfectly-smooth stone. I'd have expected them to bugger off somewhere else to relax and have nothing to do with humans, since the whole reason they stopped fighting is because their original chosen agreed to disagree, and only resumed because their kids were entitled little shits who restarted a battle no-one asked for. I can't imagine what would lead either one of them to stay here, where any new chosen from Unova is likely to also have some, extreme opinions. But what do I know, uh?"

"…what, exactly, do you want?" He narrowed his eyes and cut to the chase.

"Be on the roof of Dragonspiral Tower in fifteen minutes, while I give Looker another lead, and I'll bring the Dark Stone so you can try to awaken Zekrom. If you succeed, we can go to wherever your 'home turf' is, and we can 'test the strength of our convictions' through our 'supporters'. I have a strong suspicion that Team Plasma's response, if you so much as stumble during our fight, will be much less supportive or cohesive than you think it will, and I'd like to open your eyes to their manipulations."

"And if you're wrong about them, or lose our fight?" He challenged me.

"Then I've pleased my 'supporter' by attempting to free at least one of the other 'trapped' Legendaries, and Evan and I Teleport home in the knowledge that I've given you plenty to keep in mind, and you're strong enough that gentle or not your revolution is likely going to go somewhere, and have some positive impact even if it does eventually go tits-up. If you're 'strong' enough to beat me, you don't need any more 'help' from me, in as much as relying on a Legendary is 'strength', or how I've manipulated you has 'helped' you."

He still took a solid minute to think it over, but with the other Dragon Stone in hand as insurance, he seemed to accept that I genuinely wanted to help, and didn't seem concerned about the possibility of betrayal (though, how would I even pull off such a stunt on the roof of Dragonspiral Tower?) and agreed to meet me there shortly.

Attention grabbed. And more importantly, no suspicions raised… yet. Ain't he about to have one hell of a shock. Now, to get Looker to call in a dozen big guns and have them be conveniently near the Unovan Pokemon League lobby when the shit hits the fan.

AN: Of course, three days before my self-imposed deadline of 12/July, I've now suffered a sudden and severe onset of Malignant Otitis Externa in my left ear, which I have to deal with before my school stuff comes up next week, so don't be surprised either that the chapter was delayed, or if my schedule comes to a screeching halt after this one. At least the schooling itself is dirt-cheap right now, three dollars for a three/four-month Unit (for the 13-Unit Course, of which I have 3 left). Go Australia, I guess?

7/August: Despite being forced to go through a great deal of stress arranging and chairing Zoom meetings, to the extent that my left wrist's RSI flared up a bit at the end, our group has our final submission completed, so back to writing for a month until the other Assessment that requires group work. I'll see if I can make a mid-month submission to make up for the month I missed due to health problems, but don't expect things to work out. They certainly haven't been straight-forward so far.

(And, not that I can't work with others, but I have Aspergers Syndrome and severe social anxiety, and the Course stated 'online self-study'. You really did me like this, TafeQLD.)

Oh, and let me do some public duty real quickly: I got my second shot of Pfizer on Tuesday, and the worst I got was a bit of insomnia the same night and a still-sore shoulder. So if you are also immunocompromised in Australia, or otherwise are lucky enough to have access to a safe SARS-CoV-2 vaccine (basically, not the AstraZeneca one) elsewhere in the world, get your damn shots. Our entire continent's currently budgeted to have a fortnightly quarantine period every month, and the politicians are too busy being paid exorbitant amounts for not working, to spare any thought for the people dying of preventable disease. So if you have access to a safe vaccine, get the shot/s. It won't make you immune, but it will make you resistant, and it could either prevent your death or life-long health issues. If not for yourself, do it for the people around you who like me, have Asthma and are sick of wearing fucking masks! (facebook,com/roz,turner/videos/10214515220628811 for 'Stralyan emphasis.)

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