A new study has found that your car likely knows more about you than your mom. That is disconcerting, but what’s even more so is what is being done with your information. It’s all about the Benjamins. Our private information is being collected and sold.

The Mozilla Foundation, a non-profit that studies internet and privacy issues, studied 25 car manufacturers. And it found every manufacturer sold in America poses a greater risk to your privacy than any device, app or social media platform.

Our cars are rolling computers, many of which are connected to the internet collecting information about how you drive and where. New cars also have microphones and sensors that give you safety features like automatic braking and drowsy driver detection. Those systems are also providing information. Got GPS or satellite radio? Then your car likely knows your habits, musical and political preferences.

Did you download your car’s app which gives you access to even more features? Well that also gives your car access to your phone and all the information on it.

The study found that of the 25 car brands, 84% say they sell your personal data.

And what they collect is astounding.

One example the study sites is KIA’s privacy policy. It indicates the company collects information about your sexual activity. I initially didn’t believe it until I pulled KIA’s privacy policy and read it. And it’s right there in black and white. It says it collects information about your “ethnicity, religious, philosophical beliefs, sexual orientation, sex life, or political opinions.

And it says it can keep your info for “as long as is necessary for the legitimate business purpose set out in this privacy notice.”

Translation: Nissan can keep your information as long as they want to. And more than half of the manufacturers (56%) say they will share your information with law enforcement if asked.

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Undertale FantasyFount (Undertale Pacifist Neutral Ending Dark Worlds AU)

How Bruce the Parrot Landed Atop the Pecking Order, Without a Beak / Alex Grabham, Carl Zimmer NYT

Bruce, a 13-year-old kea in New Zealand, long ago lost the top half of his beak. It didn’t prevent his climb to the top.

Kias can get injured trying to steal food from rat traps. That’s what scientists suspect happened to Bruce when he was a youngster. When they discovered him in the wild, his entire top beak had been snapped off.

Bruce’s injury amounted to a severe disability. Keas use their long, hooked top beaks to preen, keeping their plumage clean and free of dangerous parasites. The birds also dig with their beaks for seeds and other food on the forest floor. The researchers brought Bruce to the Willowbank Wildlife Reserve, where he joined a dozen other keas living in captivity.

In 2021, the researchers noticed that he regularly picked up a pebble, holding it between his tongue and lower beak and then pushing it through his plumage. Bruce had invented a new way to clean his feathers. It was a trick Bruce apparently came up with on his own. None of the other keas at the reserve used pebbles to preen, and the behavior had never been observed before in the species.

Last year, Bruce delivered a second surprise. Male keas fight for dominance. Those who lose fall to the bottom of the circus hierarchy. Male keas typically bite one another around the neck. Bruce can’t bite; instead, he has learned to joust. He rushes his opponents and slams his lower beak into their bodies.

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John Price- Captain

He knew something was wrong the second your heartbeat flatlined on the monitor.

He doesn’t say anything for a full minute.

Then calmly presses his comm.

“Y/N is down.”

Silence.

His jaw clenches. He bows his head.

Then? He gets up and kills every last one of them.

Later, alone, he takes off his cap and lays it on your chest.

“Rest easy, soldier. I’ll carry the rest.”

Simon Riley- Ghost

He hears the gunfire. Then your scream.

And then — Silence on comms.

“...Y/N?”

Static.

“Say somethin’. Come on, don’t fuckin’ do this—Y/N!”

He gets to you too late. You’re already gone. Eyes still open. Blood soaking your gear.

He drops to his knees. Quiet. Breathing heavy through the mask.

Takes off his gloves. Closes your eyes.

Whispers: “...You were the only thing I had left.”

Johnny MacTavish-Soap

“Where’s Y/N?” He’s shouting, panicked, scanning the rubble, the smoke.

Then he sees your body.

No movement.

“…No. No, no, no—DON’T—”

He stumbles forward, drops beside you, pressing down on your wounds with shaking hands.

“Stay with me! You’re gonna be okay. Just keep lookin’ at me—don’t shut your eyes!”

But you're already gone.

And when they pull him away from you, he screams like he’s being torn apart.

Kyle Garrick- Gaz

He watches it happen from across the field. The sniper. The shot.

You drop.

“Y/N!”

He runs.

Bullets be damned, orders be damned — he runs.

But he’s not fast enough.

He slides beside your body, shaking. His hands hover over your wounds.

He breathes out your name like a prayer. Like a curse.

And when your fingers go limp in his hand, he just… shatters.

Alejandro Vargas

He hears the explosion. Sees the building collapse.

And he sprints.

Rubble. Dust. Screams.

He digs through the debris with bare hands, yelling your name over and over.

When he finds you — body crushed, lifeless — he doesn’t believe it.

“...No. No, please, no. Mírame, mi amor. Come back to me. Please.”

When Rudy finds him, Alejandro is still cradling you. Rocking you. Crying silently.

König

You were his safe place. His calm.

And now you’re gone.

He doesn’t scream. He doesn’t cry.

He just kneels beside your body, rocking gently. Whispers to you in German — soft, broken words.

“Warum du? Warum nicht ich?” (“Why you? Why not me?”)

He carries your body out himself. Covered in blood. Refusing to let anyone else touch you.

Phillip Graves

He kicks open the door too late.

You're slumped against the wall, bleeding out.He rushes to you, pulls you into his lap. Hands shaking, voice cracking.

“No, no, you don’t get to leave me. You don’t get to fucking leave me.”

You whisper his name, once.

And then… silence.

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I don't think Kalla is quite ready to move on just yet

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