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What happened was that I long-pressed power button for my Dell laptop for like 30s and then this BIOS config was reset to RAID somehow.

The Real-Time Clock (RTC) reset function allows you or a Dell service technician to recover a Dell Latitude, Inspiron, Precision, Vostro, Alienware, or XPS laptop from a no power, no POST, or no video issue.

The RTC reset resets the BIOS to factory default settings, reset the computer date and time, and unprovision Intel vPro

YOU!
ARE THE POWERTHRASHER!
YOU!
HAVE THE POWER TO THRASH!

Interviewing one of Uber's earliest executives, who demonstrated the company's route-finding algorithms with the unbridled enthusiasm of a small child at Christmas, I couldn't help but think what this company had really innovated was not some brilliant new solution to the traveling salesman problem, but the establishment of a new, lower norm of employee treatment.

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Whatever late capitalism is, it seems to be careening into this embrace of growth by negation. Through that prism, it's hard not to see the advances in something like artificial intelligence less driven by technological breakthroughs as by a society that has, over years, over decades, become normalized to a greater and greater magnitude of both loneliness and theft, such that a sputtering algorithm badly trained on the stolen work of real human beings might be celebrated with a straight face as something approximating humanness. Under this ordering, it is not some corporation's increasing capacity for better that drives the extractive world, but everyone else's increasing tolerance for worse.

What will always flummox the state is the prospect of the individual— of many individuals- employing negation as a political tactic. What to do with someone who doesn't rush the podium, doesn't spit on the flag, doesn't do anything to ease the state's transition into the comfortable arena of violence?
What to do with someone who says: I will have no part of this, when the entire functionality of the system is dependent on active participation? Forced into this kind of space, power becomes enraged, and behaves accordingly. Legislators rush to pass bills outlawing boycotts, not only in obvious violation of the same freedoms those legislators are sworn to protect, but also a practical impossibility, this quest to stop people from not buying something. Terms like "economic terrorism" are tossed around by the same people who are quite happy to pull their donations from universities and literary festivals and anywhere that doesn't sufficiently silence whatever voices they want silenced. University administrators express shock at the utter inappropriateness of students' demands to cut ties with weapons makers and institutes complicit with occupation, and punish those students by withholding their degrees.

The second is inward: every small act of resistance trains the muscle used to do it, in much the same way that turning ones eyes from the horror strengthens that particular muscle, readies it to ignore even greater horror to come. One builds the muscle by walking away from the most minor things-trivial consumables, the cultural work of monsters, the myriad material fruits grown on stolen ground-and realizes in the doing of these things that there is a wide spectrum of negative resistance. Maybe it's not all that much trouble to avoid ordering coffee and downloading apps and buying chocolate-flavored hummus from companies that abide slaughter.

Because the individual cannot be allowed to walk away, cannot be afforded an all-encompassing right not to participate. Not when the entire system depends, in a very existential sense, on continued participation, on ever-increasing participation.

Daily we are told there is nothing better than this. Our graphics cards and loafers arrive at our doorsteps the same day we order them—what more is there to want? We hurtle from shock to shock, bubble to bubble, oriented in the direction of complete ecological collapse and a future mortgaged beyond any hope of repayment. Yet we are told the most frightening thing is not this building chaos, but rather the possibility that any other course might end in secret police and breadlines.

Last night N.M.'s attorneys were notified that the Department of Homeland Security (DHS) intended to remove him to South Sudan. N.M., a Burmese national with limited English proficiency, refused to sign the notice of removal to South Sudan which was provided to him only in English. Id. This morning, they learned from a detention officer via email that N.M. was removed this same morning to South Sudan. As with the motion for temporary restraining order that Plaintiffs filed not even two weeks ago, and which this Court agreed ought to not be necessary, this motion should also not be required as it blatantly defies this Court's PI to remove class members without a reasonable fear screening and a 15-day opportunity to submit a motion to reopen after any negative reasonable fear determination. Earlier this morning, class counsel received notification of a second class member, T.T.P., a national of Vietnam, who appears to have suffered the same fate 2 as N.M., as well as information that there were likely at least 10 other class members on the plane to South Sudan.

There was a time, mostly forgotten now, when almost every centrist institution in this country bent over backward to describe Donald Trump's appeal as a function of some kind of "economic anxiety." The alternative-that millions of Americans want desperately for people who don't look and live and believe the way they do to suffer without end — was too unpleasant to consider, too much an indictment of something bigger than one man's campaign.

But I can't bring myself to do it, to put on the tuxedo and pick at the canapés and smile and be nice, at all costs be nice. I can't bring myself to celebrate. I know there's likely going to be a particular politician there who, days earlier, glibly voted against even a symbolic UN resolution calling for a ceasefir and then went on social media to post a paean to the beauty of Shakespearean sonnets. I'm afraid if I run into him I might not be able to keep from sounding like the angry Arab man every Arab man is secretly believed to be.