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Saturday, May 2, 2026

A Sense of Doubt blog post #4093 - Detroit Pistons Overcome 24 Point Deficit to win GAME SIX, forcing a Game Seven Sunday May Third


A Sense of Doubt blog post #4093 - Detroit Pistons Overcome 24 Point Deficit to win GAME SIX, forcing a Game Seven Sunday May Third

I am a very hopeful fan. I never boo my team. I never turn off a game in disgust. I rarely say anything negative during the game.

But at some point in the second quarter of Game Six on the way to a 24 point halftime deficit, I said "they are not going to win." I was disgusted.

And then, I had to EAT those words!

The comeback to win by 14 was one of the most amazing things I have ever seen in sports.

Once the Pistons were down 1-3 in the series, I had been saying that the Pistons COULD WIN three in a row but WILL THEY WIN THREE IN A ROW?

Well, now, they have won two in a row.

They have forced game seven on Sunday May third AT HOME IN DETROIT MOTOWN ROCK CITY!

Third win or go home game of the week and the last one they need to win to move on to play either Cleveland or Toronto, another game seven that will be decided on Sunday.

There's a third NBA game seven tonight between the Sixers and the Celtics. Exciting!!

GO PISTONS!!

DEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETROIT BASKETBALL!!!


I was pretty happy after that win!






DETROIT PISTONS WIN 93-79 BOX SCORE





Pistons stun ice-cold Magic with furious 2nd-half rally, force Game 7

https://www.espn.com/nba/story/_/id/48651456/pistons-stun-ice-cold-magic-furious-2nd-half-rally-force-game-7

Ohm Youngmisuk
May 1, 2026, 09:53 PM ET

ORLANDO, Fla. -- A 24-point third-quarter lead by the Orlando Magic had evaporated, and Desmond Bane had just missed two 3-point shots when he had the ball by the Kia Center logo, unsure of what to do.

With his teammates not moving on offense, Bane launched another 3 from 29 feet that hit the front rim with 6:14 remaining in Game 6. The home crowd groaned.

Orlando led by 24 points early in the third quarter and was 23 minutes from upsetting the top-seeded Detroit Pistons and advancing to the second round. But the Magic suffered an astounding collapse that included missing a playoff-record 23 consecutive shots over a 12-plus minute span to allow the Pistons to keep their season alive with an improbable 93-79 win Friday night.

The Magic led 3-1 in this best-of-7 series, but it's the Pistons who have rediscovered the swagger and impenetrable defense that helped them win 60 games and earn the top seed in the Eastern Conference. Detroit has fought to tie the series and can complete this incredible comeback Sunday at home in Game 7 and advance to the second round.



"Until it's over for us, it ain't over," Pistons head coach J.B. Bickerstaff said. "And they just continue to impress me. We just have that mentality that you are going to have to choke the life out of us.

"And if not, we're going to keep swinging. And as they say, one of them is going to hit the temple, and we'll get an opportunity to win games."

Despite not having Franz Wagner (right calf strain) for the second consecutive game, the Magic had the Pistons on the ropes. Orlando led by 24 points with 11:11 remaining in the third. But the Magic never delivered the knockout punch.

Instead, they went ice-cold. They shot 4 for 37 in the second half, setting the worst field goal percentage in any regular-season or playoff half with at least 35 attempts in the play-by-play era (since 1997-98) according to ESPN Research. They shot an abysmal 1-for-20 in the fourth quarter.

Paolo Banchero, Bane and Jalen Suggs combined to go 2-for-26, including 0-for-13 from 3, in the second half. At one point, the Pistons held the Magic without a made basket for 45 minutes in real time.

Stunning doesn't come close to describing the Magic's epic offensive meltdown.

"They were just playing more desperate than us, playing harder than us," said Bane, who was acquired for four first-round picks and a pick swap to stop this kind of shooting drought. "Whether it was offensive rebounds, heating up their pressure to get steals, really kind of took us out of our stuff, messed with our flow."

Cade Cunningham put the Pistons in position to win this series. He had 32 points, 10 rebounds and four steals. The Detroit star outscored the Magic in the second half 24-19. He scored 19 points in the fourth quarter, when Detroit just kept gaining more and more confidence with each Orlando miss.

"Detroit grit," Cunningham said in a postgame interview on the court. "That's what we've been talking about all year."

In this series, the Pistons have had two massive runs that basically saved their season. They had a 30-3 third-quarter run that fueled their Game 2 win in Detroit. And after falling behind by 24 early in the third, the Pistons went on a 42-10 spurt that gave them an 80-72 lead with 5:14 remaining.



"It's our defense," Cunningham said. "When we're guarding the way that we're supposed to be, it's really hard for them to score on us. And there's just been too many stretches throughout this series where we haven't guarded the way we supposed to. So, we've allowed them to have life. We've allowed them to move and get their shots and all that stuff.

"But whenever we really lock in on our defense, it's tough for them to score on us, and we know that."

Orlando went from being one half away from becoming just the seventh No. 8 seed to upset a top seed in the first round since the playoffs expanded to 16 teams in 1983-84 to potentially blowing a 3-1 lead.

How will the Magic recover from the collapse with the likelihood that Wagner misses Game 7? Wagner did not participate in the morning shootaround before Game 6 and was in a walking boot on the bench.

"Just keep everybody together," said Banchero, who finished with 17 points, 10 rebounds and six assists. "The series [isn't] over. They clawed their way to tie it up 3-3. We won a game there to start the series. We've just got to do it again."




https://www.freep.com/story/sports/nba/pistons/2026/05/02/detroit-pistons-second-half-comeback-orlando-magic-game-6/89905711007/


Inside the Pistons' magical season-saving 2nd-half comeback in Game 6

Omari Sankofa II
Detroit Free Press
May 2, 2026, 5:07 a.m. ET

ORLANDO – Over the past three years, the Detroit Pistons have overcome one adverse situation after another, climbing from a 14-win season to the best record in the Eastern Conference entering the 2026 NBA playoffs. 

A 60-win team appeared dead, though, midway through Game 6 of their first-round series against the Orlando Magic on Friday, May 1. The Pistons trailed the eighth-seeded Orlando Magic, 62-38, following a second quarter that laid bare all the issues that have plagued the East's top seed this postseason. 

Rather than lay down, the Pistons did what they’ve done all season – fight.

The defensive pressure flipped almost instantly, and an epic comeback win followed with one of the most impressive halves in franchise history. The Pistons' series with the Magic is tied, 3-3, with Game 7 set for Little Caesars Arena on Sunday (3:30 p.m., ABC). 

The Pistons dominated the Magic with an improbable 51-13 run (turning a 24-point deficit into a 14-point lead in a 93-79 Game 6 win) while holding Orlando to 10.8% shooting in the second half – 4-for-37, including an impossibly bad 1-for-20 mark in the fourth quarter.




Yes: One made field goal in the final 12 minutes.

Coupled with a strong performance from Cade Cunningham – 32 points and 10 rebounds, with 19 of those points in the fourth – the Pistons showed the elite defense that allowed them to clinch the East in early April.

And now they have a chance to win a playoff series for the first time since 2008.

“We weren’t going to lay down for anything,” Cunningham said. “We went into the locker room, obviously we had a big hill to climb. But it was still a lot of confidence in the room that we were going to do it together and we were going to find a way out.” 

A return to form

With 4:14 left in the third quarter, Anthony Black hit a 3 to extend the Magic's lead to 70-54. Their next field goal – a breakaway dunk for Paolo Banchero – didn't come until there was 2:24 left in the fourth. It whittled the Pistons’ lead to 89-77 – a 28-point flip.



In between, Orlando missed 23 consecutive shots – the most by any team in NBA playoff history, according to ESPN Insights. The Magic’s 19 points after halftime are the fewest in the second half of a Game 6 in NBA history. As a result, the Pistons were only the third team to rally from a 20-point deficit in an elimination game, joining the 2018 Oklahoma City Thunder and 2024 Minnesota Timberwolves. 

On those 19 points: 11 came in the third, with eight came in the fourth. It was a signature return to form for a Pistons team that boasted the league’s second-best defense during the regular season. Detroit led the league in blocks and steals and forced more turnovers than any other squad.

Orlando saw the full potential of their capability. 

“We changed the amount of pressure that we were putting at the point of attack,” Pistons coach J.B. Bickerstaff said. “We changed how active we were on the ball, how physical we were on the ball. And again, that's when we're at our best. So, we've got to make sure we continue to do that.”

The game nearly got away from Detroit in a second quarter Orlando won, 35-12. The Pistons' inconsistent motor all series stalled out with their worst quarter in six games. A deafening crowd witnessed the Magic hold the Pistons to 28.6% shooting on 21 attempts, making Orlando's quest to become just the seventh 8-seed in NBA history to defeat a 1-seed seem all but complete. 

The Pistons' body language spoke for itself as they retreated to the locker room facing a 60-38 deficit.



And yet, while the Pistons knew they were in trouble – of 183 NBA teams to trail a playoff game by 22 points, only five had come back to win – they didn’t panic.

“There was a lot of encouragement, to be honest,” Duncan Robinson said. “To be in that situation, understanding that, first off, what we’re trying to do is possible. We can come back and win this game; we’ve done this before and we’ve proven that in the regular season at various times, coming back from deficits at halftime and making it a game. We knew what it was going to take from an effort standpoint and trying to win three minutes at a time. 

“Once we won those first three, we won it by four or five and it was, all right, let’s get the next three, and the next three, and the next three minutes are the most important. And just staying in the moment.” 

Whittling down the deficit

A layup by Orlando veteran Desmond Bane opened the second half, tying the Magic's biggest lead of the night at 24 points. Bit by bit, Detroit whittled the deficit down: A 7-0 Pistons run reduced it to 17, and then Robinson knocked down a pair of 3-pointers – sandwiched around a free throw by Cunningham off a technical foul on Bane – to extend the run to 16-4 and cut the deficit to 64-54 with just under seven minutes left in the third quarter. 




Throughout, Ausar Thompson was everywhere: He finished with just four points but added 10 rebounds, six assists and four blocks. He and Paul Reed, who logged 10 minutes and helped the Pistons maintain momentum in the second half, delivered a defensive spark they needed to get back into the game. 

Reed checked in with 3:55 remaining in the third and quickly chipped in four points and a pair of blocks. Orlando had used a 7-0 run, following Robinson's 3s, to extend the lead back to 17. But the Pistons trimmed their deficit to single digits with an 8-0 run while Reed was on the floor. At the end of the third, they trailed, 71-62. 

“We’re down like 16, 15, I’m like, bro,” Reed said. “We’re not finna go out without a fight. That’s my mindset. I’m like, Bro, we’re gonna go out swinging. I’m going to be swinging, throwing punches myself. I’m just glad [Bickerstaff] was able to trust me and my teammates; they all know what I'm bringing to the table. They believe in me as well. That makes a big difference too.” 

Smelling blood entering the fourth, Cunningham led the Pistons' shark-like charge with their first 10 points of the quarter to tie it at 72 with 7:35 to go. A pair of free throws by Tobias Harris, who finished with 22 points, gave the Pistons their first lead, 74-72, since a Banchero jumper made it 27-26 Magic 18 seconds into the second quarter. 

The Magic, meanwhile, missed seven shots to end the third, and then their first 16 shots of the fourth. Two more free throws from Cunningham made it a 16-1 Pistons run to open the fourth. Harris added a midrange jumper, and then Cunningham hit a 3 at the 4:06 mark to extend the lead to eight, 83-75.

Thompson stuffed a dunk attempt by Magic center Wendell Carter Jr. to preserve a 24-1 run. Cunningham added two more free throws, and Robinson drew cheers from the Pistons bench with a 3-pointer with 3:10 left to push it to 88-75. 

The Kia Center crowd finally lost its patience on a desperation 3-point attempt by Jalen Suggs; it missed everything but drew all the boos, the 16th straight miss before Banchero finally got free for a dunk the next possession.

“When we’re guarding the way that we’re supposed to be, it’s really hard for them to score on us,” Cunningham said. “It’s just been too many stretches throughout this series where we haven’t guarded the way we’re supposed to, so we’ve allowed them to have life and allowed them to move and get their shots and all that stuff. But whenever we really lock in on our defense, it’s tough for them to score on us and we know that.” 



No longer their own worst enemy?

Many times this series, the Pistons have been their own worst enemy. They dropped Game 1 at home in a lethargic effort. In Games 3 and 4 in Orlando, they allowed the Magic to control the glass, battles that favored Detroit in the regular season. 

It took 45 points from Cunningham to win Game 5. In Game 6, they needed an all-time defensive performance to tie the series. Now, the're home for Game 7 with a chance prove, despite the rocky journey to this point, they’re every bit the team that won 60 games. 

“It’s gonna be a war,” Robinson said. “It’s pretty much what every game has been so far this series. Super-physical. They’ve got a lot of pride in their locker room too. We expect them to come out swinging on Sunday. We’re super-excited to get back and have a Game 7 on our home floor in front of our fans. It’s going to be a great challenge.”




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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 2605.02 - 10:10

- Days ago: MOM = 3957 days ago & DAD = 612 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I post Hey Mom blog entries on special occasions. I post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day, and now I have a second count for Days since my Dad died on August 28, 2024. I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of Mom's death, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of her death and sometimes 13:40 EDT for the time of Dad's death. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.

Friday, May 1, 2026

A Sense of Doubt blog post #4092 - "Ghostmakers" - a short story by Warren Ellis


A Sense of Doubt blog post #4092 - "Ghostmakers" - a short story by Warren Ellis

Hi readers, 

I have exams and other things going on, so today I just share this short story by Warren Ellis.

Thanks for tuning in!


Ghostmakers

Orbital Operations for 12 October 2025


Hello from out here on the Thames Delta. This week I am tapped out and I have maggots in my brain, so here’s one from the vaults. A short fiction I wrote for an anthology called HAUNTED FUTURES from Ghostwood Books about a dozen years ago now. I hope it amuses.



FICTION

GHOSTMAKERS

Kelso was having that lovely daydream about killing himself, again. It usually came to him in the afternoons, when the shadows started to stretch on the streets. A few Vicodin, for that warm and floating comfort. Maybe a small glass of wine with them, a really good one, a Merlot that was fat with fruit. And then the Painless Exit Drink.

The Painless Exit Drink was something that pretty much only existed in Kelso’s head. He’d whisper it like a mantra sometimes. He had decided that somewhere in Europe, in their mysterious Alpine medical laboratories and dignified suicide clinics, there must be a Painless Exit Drink that they give to elective euthanasia subjects. Europeans were sophisticated, after all, and had been far ahead of American death science since probably Joseph Mengele. So he felt quite certain that there was a Painless Exit Drink out there somewhere, and that it probably tasted lovely, and that you’d be quietly and comfortably dead as hell a couple of minutes after sinking it.

“Painless Exit Drink,” he muttered to himself, with a little smile. It was a small pleasure to him, knowing it was bound to be available and that he could go and get it one day.

The squad tended to sit apart, at this time of day. They’d been told not to do it by the shrinks, but, somehow, the pressure seemed to build up in the afternoons. The minutes started to drag. Bad enough they were in LA, which always seemed to them now to be so far behind the rest of the world. Europe had already done its day’s work by the time Los Angeles was up and moving. What wonders and horrors had they designed before Kelso had taken his first antidepressant of the day?

Including Kelso, there were five people in the squad. Same headcount as a LAPD SWAT fire team. If they’d been on SWAT, the lot of them would have been on medical suspension for PTSD months ago, even the ones who still had families. Kelso had engineered his own separation from his family. They might be colder and even sadder in Montana, but they’d be safer from what was coming. Cities were going to be no place for children in the future. And seeing the future was his job.

The desk phone rang, shocking him halfway to a welcome heart attack. He punched the receiver button, trying to control his breathing. “RACR ECS.”

It was always a phone call, or video. Nobody came to visit them, here in this grim old building LAPD had forgotten it owned until they realized nobody wanted to be near ECS.

“You have a Code Six X-Ray. Details to your board now. The estimated scene clock is at two hours and counting.”

Kelso hung up without responding. He stood up and yelled, “We’ve got a dead one.”

Across the office space, people snapped alert.

The big board mounted on the office wall cleared itself and then brought up the Code Six details. Location, four brief lines of description, a looping twenty seconds of camera take, and the scene clock as estimated by the Real-time Analysis and Critical Response division of the Los Angeles Police Department. RACR was the pervasive police surveillance system for LA. ECS was Exotic Crimes Squad, and Kelso ran it. And, with the clock at two hours and running, ECS has less than four hours to raise a ghost.

On paper, Los Angeles was a terrible place to put a rapid-response team of any kind. Five hundred square miles connected by a thousand miles of roads. It was nigh impossible to get anywhere rapidly.

But Los Angeles was the new hot zone. Traffic from the Pacific Rim, skunkworks operations in California, homebrew labs in Arizona and Nevada – Los Angeles was the transportation point for it all. Not even counting all the hidden little operations in LA itself. All the new technology on this side of the world came through LA. And there was so much of it. Science had passed some kind of tipping point, in the last few years. New, strange technologies were appearing faster than society’s ability to cope with and assimilate them – and those were just the ones society knew about. That was the tip of a very dark iceberg. Any technology constitutes a new ability, and, sooner or later – usually sooner – any new ability will be used to steal or kill.

The Exotic Crimes Squad’s beat was the crimes of tomorrow, today. Violent outbreaks of the future in the present.

It was hell to keep up with.

Kelso and his crew checked that the car was loaded. They only had one tool against the future. Two, if you counted the car itself, a one-off vehicle donated by a tech-friendly billionaire trying to curry favour with the city of Los Angeles in the hope that one day they’d approve his high-speed monorail link to the Bay Area. It was a proof of concept. He always told the press that he could build a flying car.

Take-off was routinely terrifying. Cars weren’t really supposed to fly, after all, and nobody enjoyed sitting that close to big quad-rotors or lifter jets. But it could get the squad to crime scenes very fast, and time was always of the essence. That one tool was very time-sensitive.

RACR had been in operation in its present form since 2009, and had gotten very good at its job. It processed take from thousands of cameras across Los Angeles, and processed the imagery with speed and intelligence, but it still took time to flag up anomalies in its vision, for an algorithm to decide if it was an ECS situation, and to push a report to a human.

In this instance, cameras had spotted something very like gun flash, and RACR had sent a local patrol car in. The uniforms had taken one look and called a body at RACR directly. That still happened. No surveillance system was perfect. Yet.

The car put down in a lot off Olympic Boulevard in Santa Monica. Regular uniforms had already cordoned the location off. Kelso knew the uniforms would take off as soon as they could, unless there was a gawker. It was easier to be hated. The gawkers had to be chased off. Nobody was allowed to watch his team work.

The building was an old factory, being converted into open-plan offices for some production company or app foundry. Kelso could hear – and he knew his grumbling team, could, too, as they lugged the gear in – uniforms muttering about them. “Ghostmakers” was audible more than once. They had a reputation.

Reaching the crime scene, on the ground floor at the back of the building, next to the steps to the basement level, Kelso saw why they’d been called.

The dead man had been seared like meat on the grill. On close inspection, the top two centimeters or so of the man’s body had been cooked down and lit on fire. It had happened fast enough that he’d actually split down the middle, the breastbone flamed to ash and brittle black husk. His eyes were soot.

Kelso looked at his team. It was possible for police to develop a certain degree of inurement to dead bodies, but not in ECS. Each dead body was so different. So many new kinds of death were being invented. He walked around, as they put the gear down: a few quiet words here, a touch on the shoulder there. Gently taking as much of their pain and stress and confusion away as he could. He could carry it. He’d given everything else in his life up so that he could take the weight.

Kelso’s squad set up the tall lamps in a wide circular perimeter around the body, placing the squat fog machines at compass points between them.

The human body contains about three kilowatt-hours of electrical power. Half the capacity of your cellphone battery, and transmitting twenty-four hours a day. We put out an electromagnetic field, and it leaves a trail behind us. In almost all cases, that fades in six hours. That was why ECS needed to be at a crime scene within six hours of the crime being committed.

The lamps snapped on, and the scene was bathed in unearthly light.

The ghosts of the dead man and his murderer appeared.

The gear amplified the electromagnetic trails of anyone who’d moved through the lamps’ perimeter, up to six hours back in time. It was very much like seeing ghosts. The developers who gave the gear to LAPD were very gleeful about quoting Arthur C. Clarke: any sufficiently advanced technology was indistinguishable from magic. They were very proud of themselves for renting the only such device in the world so far to their home city’s police force. Sometimes Kelso wanted to find them and make them see the things he had to look at.

The dead man’s ghost stood over his own body, arguing with a second male figure who was stooped over. The body language said that the second man was dragging something. “Turn it up,” said Kelso. The lamps intensified a little, and oversplash from the second man’s image revealed the edges of a metallic case, being dragged by the second man. They now had enough definition to capture the second man’s features, and one of Kelso’s team started taking and uploading photos.

The gear was the secret. It’s why ECS was so small, and why the lines of communication between them and LAPD were so narrow. Kelso knew the secret would be broken, one day, and he knew the questions that would be asked. Why didn’t every police force have one? Why didn’t everyone get to see their dead loved ones one more time? Why wasn’t the technology being developed and improved and expanded upon by labs all over the world?

The answer was that Los Angeles was the biggest hot zone in the world for exotic lethal technology and the gear was the only advantage they had, and they didn’t yet know if it would be dangerous if it got loose. It was a logical answer. It may not have been a moral or ethical one.

Kelso operated the imaging scrubber himself, winding the ghost parade back, looking for the crime. “Foggers,” he said, and the small fog machines were kicked into life, pushing mist into the circle and making the visualization inside the lamplight clearer and more defined.

Ghosts and mist. This was their life.

ECS needed to move very, very fast in order to do its work. And, as Kelso looked around, he saw the toll it took on his squad, one more time. Their faces, limned by the ghost light, watching more murders being committed, dealing with more objects and devices that shouldn’t be real. The raw burn of trying to live one step ahead of a world out of control. The deep horror of watching people die, over and over again, just to do their jobs. They were all damaged by being Ghostmakers, and it was only getting worse.

The second man took something out of the case. There it was. He stood, and raised an arm towards the dead man. The thing in his hand became visible. Something inside it became very bright. An electrical motor, powerful enough to leave its own trace in the air.

The dead man flared under the lamps. The lamps captured the sheet of flame he was suddenly enveloped in. Electrical fire. Radio energy. The dead man split open, and collapsed. It was like the ghost was falling back into the corpse.

Kelso didn’t need to ask one of his specialists what had happened here two hours ago. He knew about this one. Active denial systems had been deployed by the US Army since 2010: big trucks with heavy radiator dishes that fired millimeter-wave radio energy. If you were hit by the radio spray, it heated the top few layers of the skin. It was a non-lethal troop disruption weapon – it stung like hell and you had to break and run.

Kelso had read the underground chatter reports about a more powerful, handheld version. This was it. There was no way to know if this was a weaponeer or an arms dealer, but he had a crate of microwave guns and he clearly wasn’t taking any crap from anybody. He’d burned a man down with a gun that wasn’t supposed to exist yet, just for arguing with him.

It took Kelso another beat to realize the ghost light was showing the murderer head towards the back of the building with his crate. The back exits were still boarded up. There was no way out in that direction. Only the steps to the basement level.

Kelso drew his gun. “The bastard’s still in the building.”

The uniforms backed off. They knew the real reason why ECS was called the Ghostmakers. The ECS had more shootings on it than any other squad in the LAPD. High jeopardy. High body count. The most dangerous game in town. The future will kill you.

The Ghostmakers drew their weapons and went to work.

© Warren Ellis 2014



Topper image has nothing to do with the story but it's cool, innit?

here's the skinny on the image:

Dennis Lehtohen’s villages of Greenland.

From April 2025:

American tech entrepreneurs have opened up talks with officials about placing research-oriented freedom cities on the island of Greenland, according to a report in Reuters.

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Last week, news website Reuters reported that at least three anonymized sources had claimed investors in America’s tech industry have been eyeing the island, owned by Denmark, as a site for new cities.

According to the reports, the communities would be freedom cities, established with minimal regulations to promote business.

Reuters reported that the “discussions are in early stages” but suggested that the plans are being “taken seriously” by the prospective US ambassador to Denmark, Ken Howery.

“The vision for Greenland, one of the people said, could include a hub for artificial intelligence, autonomous vehicles, space launches, micro nuclear reactors and high-speed rail,” reported Reuters.

February 2-8, 2025: 2 °C warming locked in, Greenland melt worsens, geoengineering hopes, Indian coal rates, wet bulb heat thresholds, global debt hits $323T, heavy metal pollution in China, UK Food Security report, 1M American kids with Long COVID, Swedish mass shooting, Philippines death threats against president, USAID closure, thousands killed in eastern DRC, hypernormalization…




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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 2605.01 - 10:10

- Days ago: MOM = 3956 days ago & DAD = 610 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I post Hey Mom blog entries on special occasions. I post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day, and now I have a second count for Days since my Dad died on August 28, 2024. I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of Mom's death, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of her death and sometimes 13:40 EDT for the time of Dad's death. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.