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There are five men, each assigned a seat 1 to 5. Two are death row prisoners, one is a crazy guy, and two are innocent civilians.

 You have been tasked with feeding these men each one of five dishes. Two dishes have poison and are for the prisoners, one dish has medication and is for the crazy man, The last two dishes are regular and are for the civilians, you don't know which dish is which.

 The men know each other's identities but only know where the dishes intended for their roles are.

 The prisoners always lie unless they have the civilians dish, in which case they tell the truth.

 The crazy guy lies if he has the civilian's dish, tells the truth if he has the prisoner's dish and answers randomly if he has the correct dish.

 The civilians always tell the truth unless they have the poisoned dish, in which case they lie.

 You can ask them any of them questions that can be answered with a yes or no any number of times, and you can switch around the dishes in front of them as much as you'd like. 

What strategy guarantees that, from any initial arrangement of people and dishes, you can give each person the correct dish with 100% certainty? How many yes/no questions and dish swaps does the strategy require?

All right! Here's a couple of questions:

1.What book are you reading and What do you like/ dislike about it?

2.what's your favorite book and why?

3.what's your favorite series and how'd you get into it?

4.Who's your favorite author and what about their writing do you enjoy most?

5. What got you into/back into reading?

6. What's your favorite book you read as a child?

Here's my answers:

1.Right now I'm reading the wise man's fear, The prose is beautiful and any insignificance of a scene is covered up by that. The tension is great and hits you from all corners and the careful writing does well at rewarding attentive readers.

2.my favorite book is the name of the wind, there might be a little bit of recency bias but my reasons are much the same as for the wise man's fear.

3. My favorite series is the King killer Chronicles and I got into it by chance, I picked the name of the wind out of maybe 200 books my mom owns and I'm glad for it

4.my favorite author is Patrick rothfuss in lieu of repeating myself refer to question 1 😂

5. I just started reading again recently but his books are really good 😁. As for the last question, It was more of an impulse thing, I had been down for a while and I was watching some productivity YouTube videos as you do when you're down, and in one of the videos It said to read 10 pages a day. I mean, in retrospect it's pretty obvious how easy and healthy that is, and I guess just hearing it was the push I needed.

6. This is a tough one because it's been a minute since I've read it so I'm not sure if I've got the right book but I'm pretty sure it was the ghost of clutter Creek

I am so lonely, I can't share my deepest feelings with anyone. There was a girl, we shared our feelings, passions, and worries intimately. We don't do that anymore. I got scared and she moved on, we still talk but with the caution of past lovers, or whatever we where. I haven't felt the caring touch of another person in years, I'm too closed off for anyone to worry, I'm too worried to open up. No one knows me, not my mom, dad, sister, or friends, not a single soul could tell you about my life, not in any sense that matters at least.

I am so lonely, I can't share my deepest feelings with anyone. There was a girl, we shared our feelings, passions, and worries intimately. We don't do that anymore. I got scared and she moved on, we still talk but with the caution of past lovers, or whatever we were. I haven't felt the caring touch of another person in years, I'm too closed off for anyone to worry, I'm too worried to open up. No one knows me, not my mom, dad, sister, or friends, not a single soul could tell you about my life, not in any sense that matters at least.

There are plenty of routes you could take when answering this question so do it however you like but trust me I won't judge you, whatever you say(barring fucked up shit), I really want to know

Here's mine if you're interested: I hope to, within the next ten years, start and finish a novel, travel to one new country, preferably one with a beautiful landscape, ask the girl I love out on a date (I know a big word like love might be a bit forward of me but that's how it feels), finish my dnd campaign, study physics passionately, get my ph.d in Philosophy, I want to become a philosophy professor, though, that might reach beyond the allotted ten years... Sorry😅, read, read, READ! As much fiction as I can, become a decent guitarist, and do my best until I know better, then do that😄

What's your list of things you find attractive, some non-negotiables, and something that really gets you? For me, it's them being good singers. I'll start to ease the tension, physically, I like them to be around my height, give or take 4 inches. I like wavy hair and I really like black hair😁. I'm a relatively active and outdoorsy guy so I like that. Personality-wise I love funny people, confidence, and creativity. Intelligence plays the biggest role personally. Obviously, shared interests are huge. I like individuals with lots of hobbies and people who prioritize their physical and mental health. Physical touch, closeness, and emotional intimacy are also huge😄. So what's your list?

Some days are good, some days are bad.

I personally want to be a great writer, I am not right now😅but I try to keep at it😄

Camping at the end of time, I put out my fire at the end of the night, entered my tent, and laid my head to rest. Suddenly, I heard the crackle of rustled coals and opened my tent to see what it was. "It’s probably just a bear," I thought as I began to peer out into the endless labyrinth of empty time, but what I found was far stranger. It was a man, no stranger. I had met him a couple of years later, or was it before? I can’t remember. I could tell he had been through more of this than me, he'd moved through more time, to say it vaguely.

Anyway, he was clearly drunk, so as I relit the fire and began to talk with him, I asked him if he’d been using emotions again. He said no, of course, but you can always tell; the muscles in the face tend to be more reactive for users like him. I fixed my tripod above the fire and began to reheat that night's dinner, but as I did, I noticed the man’s face began to wet. "Sadness," I thought—one of the more respectable emotions. And so we sat for a while, his face like the flowing streams of a different time.

Then the man spoke up. He talked in matrices, functions, and equations—math, the only sensible language ever made. He’d been having a hard time with himself; timeless depression sure is a kick in the teeth. He’d been trying to figure out why he was aware. He’d done every calculation and permutation there was to do, but they all came up "insufficient funds."

He asked me, translated: "What do we not have? We blurred the lines between time and space; the universe bends to our will. We should have won; there is no greater view than atop the mountain."

I had no response. What was there to give? He’d said it all—all we can’t do. After a moment, I realized something and said to him, "An eye seeing itself: impossible."

"Mirrors" he replied.

"The universe lacks the view, not you."

The man conceded. he left soon after, back into the universe. I put out the fire once more closed, my tent and dreamed of nothing in particular.