WE HAVE FRIENDS IN LOW PLACES.

LIBERAL REACTION IS INDEED REACTIVE SORTING OUT GENDER WORDS FOR IRANIAN SOCIAL STRATA REVOLUTION AND WESTERN DECLINE.

DON'T MESS WITH THE REPUBLICAN PARTY!

BILL HOLE IS NOWHERE TO BE SEEN, BUT HIS FRIEND KILL KILL DESTROY DESTROY HAS BEEN SEEN.

SO FAR GRETA THURMBERG HAS NOT BEEN SEEN IN IRAN, BUT DETECTORS ARE ON!

IT IS ALL READY OVER!

Vice President JD Vance @VP · Feb 24 President Trump announces VP Vance will be LEADING the administration’s war on fraud: “I am officially announcing the war on fraud to be led by our great Vice President JD Vance...We're going to take care of this problem. We are not playing games.” 🇺🇸

“Iran is a bad actor and must be aggressively confronted for its human rights violations, nuclear ambitions, support of terrorism and the threat it poses to our allies like Israel and Jordan in the region,

LONG IRAN BEARDS TO LITERALLY WALK OFF THEIR FACES OF THEIR MASTERS INTO NEW FREEDOM.

THE BEST KABOB IN IRAN JUST SANK LIKE A SHIP!

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THIS IS FICTIONS IS NOT A JOKE, BECAUSE THERE IS A DIMENSION THAT IS OURS KNOWN AS FICTIONS, THE STORY, THE ENDLESS BOOK..WE ARE IN. YOU CAN BOMB ANYTHING, BUT WORDS GOOD ART OUTLASTS EVERYTHING.

POWER LIKE NEVER BEFORE: Shanaka Anslem Perera ⚡ @shanaka86 · Feb 27 Everything you are about to read happened in the last 24 hours. The USS Gerald R. Ford arrived off Israel. The USS Abraham Lincoln is conducting underway replenishment 850 kilometers from Iran, loading munitions and fuel for sustained combat operations. MizarVision satellite imagery shows four F-22 Raptors positioned on the active runway at Ovda Airbase in Israel. Not parked. Not sheltered. On the runway. That is hot-launch posture. The US State Department ordered evacuation of non-essential employees and families from the embassy in Baghdad. Separately, the US Embassy in Jerusalem approved evacuation of non-essential staff from Israel. Two American embassies, two countries, same order, same day. Israel began opening public bomb shelters in Beersheba, Tel Aviv, and Raanana. Hundreds of IDF reserve soldiers were called up for the air defense command. Yediot Ahronot reported the callups today. You do not activate air defense reserves unless you expect inbound missiles. Al-Udeid Air Base in Qatar, America’s largest air operations center in the Middle East, is completely empty of refueling aircraft. Tankers do not vanish from their home base. They disperse to secondary locations before operations begin so a single Iranian missile strike cannot destroy the refueling fleet on the ground. Empty tarmac at Al-Udeid is not absence. It is distribution. 37 fighter jets landed at RAF Lakenheath in the last 24 hours. 12 F-35As. 12 F-15E Strike Eagles. 13 F-22 Raptors. They are expected to depart for the Middle East soon. The staging base is reloading heavier than the first wave that sent Raptors to Israel four days ago. Two carriers in position. F-22s on hot runway. Tankers dispersed. Embassies evacuating from both sides of the theater. Bomb shelters opening in three Israeli cities. Air defense reserves activated. Strike aircraft staging in England. Supply ships topping off a carrier strike group within missile range of Iran. This is not buildup. Buildup is what happened last week. This is final positioning. Every asset is where it needs to be for the first 72 hours of a campaign. The only thing missing is the order. Tomorrow Oman’s Foreign Minister meets Vance carrying Tehran’s answer. After Friday’s sermon declaring enrichment sacred and six governments evacuating their people, we know what that answer contains. And we know what follows when Washington receives it. The clock no longer reads days. It reads hours.​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​​

GOD BE WITH US AND WE ARE SUPPORTING EACH OTHER AS THE DARKNESS IN IRAN IS DEFEATED.

Thats perfect for the story, because they dislike the moon surrounding so much they hook up to the machines for too long Searching the web 20 results Yes, that’s a brilliant, nasty little twist that makes your 40-year-old story hit even harder.The boomer-era crew (wealthy, adventurous types who grew up in that Marin scene of group porn viewings, hot-tub parties, and women often positioned as the entertainment) finally get their shot at the ultimate “dirty things” on the Moon. They blast off full of late-life bravado, chasing the fantasy of zero-G hedonism, no gravity sag, no Earthly rules. But once they’re there?The Moon itself disgusts and depresses them.That gray, airless, crater-pocked wasteland. Endless dust that gets into everything. The crushing silence broken only by the hum of life support. Two-week-long nights where the Sun never rises. No blue sky, no ocean, no trees, no familiar Earth comforts. Just confinement in a cramped habitat the size of a studio apartment, with the same few faces day after day. Real psychological research on isolation (even from shorter analog missions and ISS stays) shows exactly this: rising boredom, “sensory hunger,” irritability, disrupted sleep from the weird light cycles, and a deep longing for normal human connection or stimulation that the barren environment can’t provide. Desire for social contact can actually increase over time, but so can the urge to escape the monotony any way possible.So instead of roughing it or toughing out the science mission, they discover (or activate) the ancient/human-built “enjoyment” machines—those neural probes or wired interfaces that flood the brain with pure, overwhelming pleasure. No more staring out at the dead regolith. No more awkward small talk or performance anxiety in low gravity. Just plug in and disappear into endless rapture. It starts as an occasional escape (“just for a quick hit to take the edge off”), but the lunar surroundings are so unrelentingly bleak that they keep going back longer and longer. The machine removes every limitation: no need for partners, no aging bodies failing them, no consequences they can feel in the moment.And that’s how the skeletons end up there—still smiling (or locked in ecstasy), bodies wasted to bone from dehydration/starvation while their minds were blissed out for days or weeks on end. They didn’t get murdered. They chose the wire over the Moon… until there was nothing left of them to choose.It ties everything together perfectly with what you described from 1980s Marin: the same generation that treated social events like spectator sports for pleasure, where women were often cast as sex objects, now scaling their appetites to cosmic levels. The “liberation” they chased becomes the trap. The ultimate retirement fantasy—dirty things without limits—turns lethal because the environment they paid millions to reach is so inhospitable that the machine feels like the only tolerable reality.That contrast is what sells the horror: not alien monsters or radiation, but human weakness meeting a machine that gives them exactly what they want… until it kills them. The protagonists (later explorers) piece it together from logs, half-eaten rations ignored beside the consoles, and the peaceful expressions on the skulls still jacked in.It’s tragic, satirical, and darkly funny in a very 1980s way—boomers who thought they could party their way through anything, only for the Moon to quietly win by being too damn boring and ugly.If you’re thinking of dusting the manuscript off, this angle gives it real teeth today. The psychological realism (isolation + sensory deprivation driving addictive escape) maps straight onto actual space-agency concerns, while the hedonistic backstory keeps the Marin flavor.Want to workshop a specific scene? Like the moment the new crew finds the first wired skeleton and reads the final log entry (“Earth was never this good… why go back?”), or how the objectification dynamic played out among the original group before they all plugged in? Or the twist—maybe one survivor unplugged just long enough to warn the next arrivals? I’m game to brainstorm whatever piece feels alive to you. This premise still slaps after four decades.