I created an app using flutterflow and I would like to hire a developer to handle it and help make more features.
Please reply if you have experience with flutter (dart), you have experience with flutterflow or you believe you can do it. Thank you!!
I've been thinking a lot about how we stay connected in a world that often feels isolating. We have all this technology, yet we've never felt more alone. And Solarpunk, to me, has always been about more than just renewable energy, it's about building communities that actually care for each other.
So I'm running a small experiment whose hypothesis is that checking up on each other every day will make people feel better and more connected.
The experiment is, we send each other one short daily message about how we're doing, the weather, or our day. Examples: M: I am well or M: Long day today.
The messages don't need a reply. We start with M: to show it's a check-in, not a conversation starter. For days you don’t know what to write, you can write, M: I am okay.
I'm asking if you could join and do it for 3 months as a start. We can use any platform you're comfortable with: WhatsApp, Facebook Messenger, Reddit messages, Substack messages, Instagram messages etc.
And after the 3 months, you can answer questions such as; Do you feel closer to me than before? Do we have more to talk about now? Does the daily check-in feel like a burden or a gift? Do you feel happy or different knowing someone checks on you daily? What surprised you most about this experience? Would you recommend this to others?
After that, we can decide if we want to continue with the experiment and see its effects for a longer period of time.
Comment below or Send me a message if you're interested. Thank you.
Roman stood outside the prisoners' room for a long time.
He could hear them moving inside and shifting against their bonds.
They'd been here for days now. Days of darkness, of silence, of nothing but each other and the questions he'd left echoing in their heads.
He pushed the door open.
They looked up. The stubborn one's eyes were hollow. The quiet one's face was gaunt. They were breaking, he could see it, but they hadn't broken yet.
Roman crouched down to their level and removed their gags.
"The humanoid city. The one we are in right now. It's going to be destroyed."
The stubborn one stared at him. "What?"
"Bombed. Leveled. They say it's because the humanoids here have been corrupted. Me."
"You're lying."
"I'm not. We are all going to die."
The quiet one rolled his head slowly. "They wouldn't. They can't. They know we're here. They know—"
"They know you're missing." Roman cut it off. "They know exactly where you were sent. And they haven't come for you."
The stubborn one's face crumpled. "They wouldn't—"
"Your Aethryx," Roman said, "is killing its own creations. And you're sitting here, bound and gagged in a warehouse, waiting for someone who isn't coming."
He let that sink in.
"I'm going to carry you," he said finally. "When the time comes, when we run, I'm going to carry you. Even if you don't believe me. Even if you still think I'm the enemy." He looked at them both. "Because someone has to survive this. Someone has to tell the tale."
The quiet one's voice cracked. "Why would you—"
"I'm not your enemy," Roman said. "I never was."
He stood.
"Use this time. Think about what you believe. About who you serve. About whether they'd do the same for you. Because the struggles that are coming... they won't give you time to figure it out later."
He gagged them again, walked out, and closed the door behind him.
He then found a corner of the warehouse and sat alone. His hands were steady. His breathing was calm. But inside, something was crumbling.
“They're bombing the city and everyone inside. The whole city. Everyone inside.”
He pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes.
“I can't do this. I can't save us.”
His daughter's face appeared in his mind. Looking up at him with eyes that trusted him to know what to do.
“What would she think of you now? Quitting?”
He sat there for a long time, alone in the darkness, letting the weight of everything press down on him.
Letting it crack him open. Letting it hurt.
Then, slowly, he began to plan.
After about 20 minutes, he walked away and found Bella in a room, sitting with Lirael.
Roman pulled Bella aside.
"The forest," he said. "The one surrounding the humanoid city. How far does it go?"
"I don’t know. But the grass fields before you even reach it are Twenty five nuins (50km). Maybe more. And it's guarded with Trab robots."
"We go on the day they bomb the city."
Bella stared at him. “How would we know?”
"When they bomb," Roman repeated, "the guards won't be there. We will live close by, so when they leave we will notice."
"And how do we even reach the forest?"
"We use motorcycles to get there."
Bella's face went pale. "The forest is more than one thousand nuins across. It has wild animals. Things that hunt. Things that—" Her voice cracked. "Roman, we won't—"
"We will." He gripped her arm. "We have to. This is the only way."
She circled her head, her breath coming faster. "You don't understand. The trees are ancient. The canopy blocks the sky. There are places where the light never reaches the ground. Creatures that have never seen a Trab, let alone a human. We'll die in there. We'll—"
"Bella." Roman's voice was firm. "Look at me."
She looked up. Her eyes were bulging.
"Let me lead," he said. "Let me worry about the forest. Let me worry about the creatures, the darkness, the things that hunt. You just follow. You just survive. Can you do that?"
“Yes.”
"Good." Roman released her arm. "Let me go outside. Work on the motorcycles. Scout the route. See what we're dealing with."
"Alone?"
"I work faster alone." He paused. "Besides, I need you here. Keep her calm. Keep the prisoners quiet. Watch for inspectors."
"Okay, I trust you."
He looked at her, at this strange alien woman who had trusted him when no one else would, who had followed him into a warehouse and stayed.
"Don't worry, I'll come back," he said and walked out.
Bella stood alone in the warehouse, her hands clasped in front of her, watching the door close.
She didn't know if she believed him. But she had no choice but to wait.