And why is barely anyone talking about this? https://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-11906431/Women-20s-given-AstraZenecas-Covid-jab-3-5-TIMES-likely-die-cardiac-arrest.html
And why is every other source saying that Covid vaccines don't cause sudden cardiac death? My friend is confused.

And why is barely anyone talking about this? https://www.dailymail.co.uk/health/article-11906431/Women-20s-given-AstraZenecas-Covid-jab-3-5-TIMES-likely-die-cardiac-arrest.html
And why is every other source saying that Covid vaccines don't cause sudden cardiac death? I'm confused.

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> Access File: Hybris (3)
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Notice from Department of Extrasolar Records: These records were discovered in a floating black box data recording in the Gliese 832 system. These transcriptions contain the memories of prominent individuals who were directly involved with the events detailed below. The components of the transcription technology used are under review by the Department of Xenotechnology, and any transcriptions found within the data logs will be transferred directly to the Department of Extrasolar Records for further processing.
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Memory transcription subject: Teklov, Venlil Space Corp
Date [standardized human time]: March 21, 2143
There was slight turbulence when the docking clamps disengaged and released the ship from the station's embrace. As the station shrunk in the porthole, my pad buzzed with a notification. Opening the file, I saw the mission briefing was done digitally rather than face-to-face like usual. I looked up and witnessed the same thing happen to the rest of the team.
‘Why would they insist on giving us the details after the mission has already launched? Does this have something to do with the blockade of Venlil Beta they set up a while ago?’
I asked myself as I accessed the file. The higher ups had been strangely insistent on preventing any information from leaking, going as far as to take away our personal items and shielding the cargo bay against all communication frequencies.
As I read I started to understand, apparently a rogue planet had somehow appeared in Venlil Beta’s orbit, and they wanted to keep a lid on it as much as possible. I shivered as I imagined the stampedes that could result from this leaking. A planet sized object appearing in the system with no clue of how it got there would make the Arxur seem non threatening by comparison. Continuing to read, I saw that I would be providing security for the science detail who would do all the actually important stuff.
‘Probably explains why they dragged me out of the correctional facility’
I thought grimly, giving a high risk position to someone who nobody will cry over would have been my move too.
Self pity aside, I put my pad away and pulled out my issued pistol. They had placed a remote activated shock collar around my neck and it was controlled by the most twitchy fingered Venlil they could find. I need to be careful as to not startle or accidentally threaten anyone since being electrocuted was not my idea of a good start to this mission. While other Venlil would scoff at how ineffective and low quality this model was, I was just amazed that they had given me an actual weapon.
“Planning who you’re going to kill, predator?”
I looked up to see scientist #1 (I didn’t bother learning their names) glaring at me, his eyes smoldering in hatred.
“No, I am checking my weapon so I can stop anything from killing you,”
I calmly responded.
He attempted to throw another insult at me until another scientist next to him cut him off before he could say anything.
“Why are you antagonizing it!? You don’t want it to get angry and eat us don’t you?”
He hissed, clearly underestimating my hearing. With an internal sigh I tashed the pistol back into my pack, I leaned against the wall of the modified patrol ship as the pilot called over the PA,
“we have officially left Venlil Primes orbit, I recommend you get comfortable, it’s going to be a long flight.” Taking the pilot's advice to heart, I slumped over onto my side, pulling my knees up to my chest as my tail wrapped around me. Closing my eyes, I caught a muttered “monster” before darkness overtook me.
[Subject conscience lost Memory transcription interrupted]
[Resuming transcription]
“Wake up, predator!”
Upon hearing one of the scientists shout, I opened my eyes and peered up at the one responsible for waking me up. The scientist that was antagonizing me earlier was standing across from with the rest of the “team” huddling behind him. I soon stood up and stretched out my limbs and body, trying to ease the soreness in my muscles.
“Have we reached our destination?” I asked with a hint of assertiveness in my tone.
“That is correct, now go get your vacsuit, we need our meatshield after all.” The contentious scientist responded.
Swishing my tail in acknowledgment, I walked over to the airlock and peered outside the hatch’s window to the landscape of this moon. Despite it being near pitch black, the glow of Venlil Beta provided enough light for me to notice the object’s distinguishing features. The landscape before me was odd to say the least: rather than craters, loose debris, and rocky mountains, there were vein-like structures covering the surrounding terrain. They ranged from the size of my tail to over 3 times larger than the mountains of Venlil Prime. The view was unnerving and it seemed more like flesh than anything. I was both terrified and fascinated by what I saw, making me want to leave and observe from afar. Regardless of how I felt, I still had a job to do.
I returned my attention to getting ready and quickly threw on my vacsuit, tucking my pistol into my holster. I double-checked for any possible openings in case it was faulty before the airlock began decompressing. I was the first one to step foot outside to make sure the coast was clear before the researchers came out from behind. They set up a perimeter around the ship and installed some light poles to get a better view of the ground below. They took some samples and analyzed their composition before one of the scientists went back on board. Although I was supposed to be keeping watch, my helmet managed to catch the communication frequency between them and I heard what was going on.
“It says the soil sample is completely composed of organic compounds. No trace of any space debris, natural or artificial. Not to mention its high density and resistance to ionizing radiation; just a handful of this stuff alone has the mass equivalent of 10 Venlil back home! We have to report this.”
To say that this was strange was an understatement: Not only was this place like a living nightmare, but it felt… alive.
I decided to hike up one of the nearby hills to get a better vantage point; I scanned the area around our landing site to see if there was anything of interest from above. The vein-like structures stretched all the way to the horizon everywhere I looked. Despite not seeing anyone, chills went up my spine and it felt like we were being watched. I looked around once again and saw the antagonistic scientist from earlier eyeing me from below. For a moment I thought he was making sure I didn’t attempt to run away, but the look in his eyes said something else. Deciding to try and build some good will, I hopped back down to the landing site and approached the peering researcher.
“Is there something wrong? I can scout the area if you feel as if there’s something here”
The snide researcher simply stood there, studying me, then finally spoke, “Oh I'm fine. I’m just making sure the Yotul was paying attention.”
Confused, I asked, “But there isn’t a Yotul in the group, we’re all Venlil.”
The scientist snorted, “That’s what you think predator. Why haven't you gone back to your Arxur brothers yet?”
“But I’m not an Arxur or a Yotul, I’m a Venlil, just different.” I countered as a tinge of sadness began working its way into my voice.
Without warning, the scientist stepped forward, swiping his paw through the air mere centimeters from cracking my faceplate. He was visibly angry, and I could tell from his demeanor he intended to throw more than just insults
“NO! You are no Venlil, you’re a monster, a disgrace, a savage, a predator!” he bleated, his eyes filled with contempt.
I instinctively stepped back, my paw dropping to the pocket at my waist. I quickly opened it, revealing the butt of the pistol, but before I could do anything 100 volts of electricity coursed through my body. My paws immediately went for the collar around my neck as I fell to the ground. I attempted to remove the device from my neck but was unsuccessful. I glanced up at the researcher standing above me only to find a sadistic look on his face. He was enjoying this. I quickly got back up on my feet and tried to placate the researcher before he could do any real damage.
“HEY!” there was a sudden shout and another scientist marched over, stopping the confrontation before it could deteriorate any further.
“Teklov, come with me, I’m moving to a different area and I need someone to escort me. Velnek, please continue analyzing these soil samples,” she declared, then turned and began marching away. Quickly I moved to catch up, falling into step alongside her. There was a huff behind us as Velnek begrudgingly got back to work. As we began climbing one of the large veins my thoughts drifted back towards the confrontation. ‘Why was he so aggressive? He has been condescending and hateful, but this was something else’
“You seem pretty calm considering your face plate could’ve been shattered. Mind keeping watch as I unpack something?” She requested politely.
“Of course, It’s my job isn’t it?” I responded
She began to unload segments of a small seismograph. It was quickly put together before being planted into the ground and activated. As soon as it was active, it had already detected activity and recorded the incoming data. It was analyzed by her pad and the information was being displayed on her device. When she looked at what she was receiving, there was a confused look on her face. She rebooted the equipment several times in case what was being received was an error of some sorts. When she noticed that there was no change, she was completely motionless. Rather than detecting alternating seismic patterns, what it detected was consistent rhythmic vibrations getting progressively weaker by the minute. Something like this is unheard of; the only way for a phenomenon like this to occur is if there is something deliberately creating these patterns.
“These readings don’t make any spehing sense! The stupid thing must be broken,” she grumbled, shaking the pad in frustration. Silently I watched her complain under her breath as she started taking the seismograph apart to perform a proper diagnostic.
After several minutes of silence she glanced over to me as I studied the horizon, the feeling of being watched still tickling the back of my neck.
“You’re not one for idle conversation, are you?” she asked, I swished my tail in confirmation. She returned to working on the seismograph. After a few more minutes she commented, “You’re about as emotional as a plank of wood. I assume that’s why you got locked up?”
“That’s correct ma’am,” I answered, she probably read my file so there was no point denying it.
She chuckled, “Don’t have to be so formal, you can use my name you know.” After I didn’t respond she looked up, “You didn’t bother learning our names, did you?”
I glanced down at my feet in embarrassment, “That’s correct, ma’am.”
Putting the seismograph back together she stood up, “Considering you’re stuck working with people like Velnek I’m not surprised. For the record I’m not like him, whatever they may say about you, you have been nothing but respectful and professional this whole time.”
Planting the seismograph back in the ground she turned to face me, “As far as I’m concerned you have done nothing to justify your treatment by the others.”
“Thank you ma’am,” I responded, genuinely warmed by her words.
“Shella,” she corrected.
“Thank you, Shella,” I rephrased.
With an approving tail swish, Shella turned back to the instrument. As she redid the readings, I turned back to the horizon, that foreboding feeling from before returning. Something was off about this place, and it felt like there was a presence here, Like someone was watching us just beyond my line of sight. My paw drifted down to my pocket, but I stopped it before it could reach it. I didn’t want the operators back on Venlil Prime to think I was about to pull a gun on Shella, but I still got a light shock for my troubles.
As I rubbed my singed neck, a call came over the radio, “Teklov, Shella, we need you back at the ship now!”
Looking over at Shella I saw her freeze, then she quickly stood up and started sprinting back towards the landing site, myself just a step behind.
“What happened?” I inquired over the radio.
There was an agitated breath on the other end, “Velnek went insane, he killed Wesley! We need you back to restrain him before he gets to anyone else!”
As soon as I heard this, I immediately quickened my pace, pulling ahead of Shella. When we reached the landing site, I noticed one of the scientist’s face plates was broken open. He laid dead atop his research apparatus, face puffed up from the low pressure and eyes glazed over with blood frozen on his face. It was a horrible sight to see, but my attention quickly turned away from him and towards Velnek. He was tussling one of his partners with a sharp object in his paws, trying to pierce his suit and kill him as he did Wesley. Before any more damage could be done, I called out to Velnek to get his attention.
“VELNEK! LET HIM GO NOW!”
The feral Venlil looked at me with ferocity in his eyes. I could tell by just looking at him he wasn’t the same person he was before landing. Something in him changed, altering him from a mean spirited member of the team to a ruthless predator that only wanted to kill. I never thought I would ever see a Venlil as smart as him become so animalistic so quickly. Before I knew it, he got off of his victim and pounced towards me with a weapon in his grip. Without any hesitation, I pulled out my gun and shot him several times in the chest, sending him crashing into the ground, laying limp by my feet. Not taking any chances I lined up on the back of his head and fired one last shot.
Putting my gun away, I walked over to Velneks former partner, crouching next to him and scanning his suit for any damage.
“Are you okay?” I asked him.
Glancing wearily between me and Velneks dead body he signed an affirmative. Sticking out a paw to him he hesitated, then tentatively grabbed it and I pulled him up to his feet. In the corner of my eye I saw the other researchers eyeing me with abject fear, even Shella seemed shaken. I don’t think they’ve ever seen someone kill another with such a lack of hesitation. I honestly didn’t think I had it in me either, then again I didn’t have time to consider my actions so it was either shoot or die. It was the first time in my life I had to think on my feet. I’m just glad I picked the right choice.
“Well then, any idea what sent Velnek on a rampage?” Shella asked, looking at the dead researcher with consternation.
“Will you please tell us everything that happened?” I asked Velneks partner as non-threatening as possible. I was now regretting not learning the others' names.
“R-Right. We were studying the soil sample as well as hypothesizing the possible inner structure of these irregular rock formations when Valnek began talking to himself. Velnek asked him if he was doing alright and if he needed anything, but when he replied it was with hostility. He wanted to know why he was being so aggressive, but I think it was his persistence that angered him further. I would understand his frustration from me prying at his emotions, but how he reacted was unlike him. When I saw him attack Wesley it was as if I was looking at a vicious beast rather than a well known friend.”
He spoke clearly and comprehensively with a hint of sadness and regret in his voice. I could tell in his body language that he believed that what occurred was a result of his doing. I put my hand on his shoulder and reassured him that what happened wasn’t his fault. There was nothing he could do to prevent this change in behavior or even the rampage. He couldn’t be blamed for something he couldn’t control.
“If that’s the case then I think we might have a new version of predator's disease. One significantly worse and more impactful than anything we have ever seen. It would be best if we proceed with vigilance and get everyone tested, that’s including you Teklov” Shella spoke out from behind, trying to appropriately assess the situation with caution.
We all returned back to the ship, Wesley would be given a proper burial, while Velnek would likely be unceremoniously dumped into deep space. As I removed my Vac suit I heard a throat clearing behind me, turning I saw Shella nervously standing behind me.
“Um, Teklov… for the safety of everyone aboard I’m going to have to confiscate your firearm,'' she said, her face stretched in obvious tension. I reached into the pocket of my vac suit and carefully grabbed it, holding it by the barrel; I turned back to her and gave her my pistol. With a quiet sigh of relief, she grabbed it and quickly secured it in one of the lockers.
As the remaining scientists bustled about, prepping the equipment to research this new predator disease, I looked out the view port to the terrain outside. When I looked outside one last time, I noticed a figure atop one of the mountains afar. It vaguely resembled a Venlil, but they weren’t wearing a vacsuit. I squinted my eyes to get a better look at who it was and how they were alive until Shella yelled my name.
“Teklov! We need you to help us with Velnek’s body after we’re done. We’ll need to perform an autopsy to see if there are any remains of the disease and if it altered his brain chemistry” she said calmly yet hastily.
“Understood” I replied with a tail swish of acknowledgement.
I looked outside again only to see the figure gone. It must’ve figured out I was looking at it and ran away, but I’m still confused on how it was able to survive in a vacuum. The feeling of uneasiness came back once again, but it was even stronger than before.
’What is this feeling? No matter where I’m standing I feel like something is looking at me, judging me for how I was born from afar.’
I wanted to leave this place and go back home so I wouldn’t have to be here anymore. Being in that box they put me in seems better now than it was before. I want to be alone, I want to be in a place where no one can see me.

Attorney Greg Cump representing the Cooper family in the tragic shooting death of Raymond Cooper, who was shot over 43 times according to an autopsy report from the Pickens County Morgue and Body Collection Bureau, was on the scene of exact spot where Raymond's bullet pierced body laid dead.
"I want Murica to know what they did to Mrs.Cooper baby boy. He was shot a senseless, actually insane 43 times. I don't even think a dog with rabies would of had to take that many bullets."
Shortly thereafter, a group of 3 pickup trucks arrived to disrupt the press conference with Greg Cump and his fellow attorneys, Mrs. Cooper, and body guards. The group of men recognized as 'United Patriots' , a nationalist group who have increased in numbers since the former presidency of Ronald Rump started taunting the group shouting "43 more times".
There were no PCSO deputies on the scene during the press conference. The United Patriots took full advantage and started whistling from across Patterson Blvd. and the men in the group were cat calling Mrs. Cooper out of disrespect as she lay sobbing next to a makeshift memorial that was erected for her son by Harbor Freight Tools employees.
"You see those people, that group of morons across the street, that is physical evidence of what kind of people reside in this community and quite possibly this whole county. They got the word from the same corrupt police department that killed Raymond and slapping folks in the face, to come down here and intimidate us, but we stand tall and firm and that's why they are on that side of the street."
Reporting from Meridian Park, Floralda, I'm Dean Thompson CNN.