Imagine if dead prisoners are alive in real world with no memory of milgram, what occurred nor the people they met so imagine when the alive prisoners had es are out of milgram and in real world they spot Haruka mahiru Shidou seemingly leading betters paths but not remembering who the prisoners are nor milgram
Oooh I love that ;-; The benefit of living a more peaceful life, but at the cost of not remembering the first people who were willing to reach a hand to forgive them…
It would break Muu’s heart that Haruka went from killing himself for her protection to not recognizing her at all. Though she’s hurt by it, she’s determined to find their old friendship. She’d try to explain everything that happened, even if Haruka never truly believed the wild tale.
Kazui would hesitate to intrude on Shidou’s peaceful new life, but would show up with flowers or some kind of condolence gift for his family. Amane would also send something mysterious and vaguely apologetic, but I don’t know if she’d actually go and visit for several years. Meanwhile, Kazui keeps things vague, not trying to force any kind of connection, but Shidou would be grateful for the shoulder to lean on. Over time, the two would rekindle their friendship with Milgram never coming up.
As for Mahiru, Yuno is shocked when she rushes up to her and realizes she doesn’t remember anything. Mahiru thinks it was just a bizarre misunderstanding and is content becoming friends anyway. Yuno may try to broach the subject of Milgram once more, picking her brain about her boyfriend and verdicts, but once it’s clear it was more distressing than memory-jogging, Yuno vows to keep that pain secret from her.
Now, I did have a drama-03-06 idea with this exact premise hehe. I’ve had this fic idea in my head for months now, so this was my excuse to finally get it down on paper >:3 (This scene is the main conflict, but I promise it has a happy ending in my mind lol.)
Mahiru took a deep inhale as she watered the fragrant flowers in front of the shop. It was a beautiful spring day, the kind that felt like your troubles would float away in the warm breeze. She hummed as she moved across the vibrant display. Her coworker returned a wave from the other side of the shop window. Pedestrians greeted her as they passed by, each brightening her day with a smile.
That is, until he showed up.
“Mahiru?”
A man around her age stopped dead a few feet away.
“O-oh?” She put the watering can down. “Can I help you?”
“It’s you! You’re alright!”
Mahiru had always been praised for her excellent memory, never forgetting a face or a name. Unfortunately, she could recall neither that belonged to this young man. He had wild red hair, and she got a view of his crooked teeth as he continued gaping at her. His grey eyes overflowed with emotion.
“I’m sorry…” She offered a beaming smile and a bow. It was sweet to meet someone so happy to see her, but she wouldn’t lead him astray. “You must have me confused with someone else.”
“No, no it’s you! Don’t you know me? It’s Fuuta!”
“I hope you find who you’re looking for~”
“It’s you! I swear, I know you! My, god, I can’t believe you’re alive!” He leapt forward, crushing her in an embrace.
Her smile melted into a pitying wince. While she dreamed about meet-cutes and shop-side hugs, it felt different when the other party wasn’t fully sane. “I – I mean it! There are a lot of Mahiru’s in the city, you know…”
“But only one Shiina Mahiru, born in Ashiya, only child.” He had pulled back, but kept his hands on her shoulders as he took her appearance in. She didn’t like the way his gaze flicked over her body, from her eyes all the way down to her feet.
“Your birthday is January 17, you’re blood type… uh… was it B? You studied literature at an all-girl’s school. You met your boyfriend at a convenience store, where he worked. Don’t you see?”
She shifted uncomfortably, but he did not let go. Was he someone who’d known her lover? Or just some stalker that overheard her case on the news a year ago? Mahiru glanced over to the shop window to catch her coworker’s eye.
The strange man paid no mind to the distress written across her face. He started listing off even more specifics – the dramas she liked to watch, the magazines she read. He recounted novels that she kept hidden under her bed, and opinions she’d only ever written in her diary. Her breath quickened.
“See? I know everything about you!”
He pulled her a little closer. His iron grip and wild eyes made her squeal. “And I know what you did. I know about your boyfriend. I know—”
“Get away from me!” She yanked herself free. Her cry caused some on the street to stop and stare.
“N-no! It’s not like that.” The man waved his hands to hush her. His eyes darted around before pinning her under that violating stare once more. “I killed someone too.”
She took a shaking step backwards. He followed. She flinched as he let out a crazed laugh.
“I can’t believe I found you! It’s a miracle!” He leaned forward, his arm reaching for hers.
Mahiru took a big stride away, her foot catching on one of the flowerpots. She tumbled onto the concrete, paralyzed by the shooting pain and panic. She could only stare up as the murderer reached out towards her.
He was yanked backwards. Two policemen grabbed under his arms to pull him away.
“Hey! The hell do you think you’re doing? Get your hands off me!”
Her coworker hurried out of the shop. “Are you okay?”
Mahiru simply clung to the woman’s arm after she helped her to her feet. The stalker – the murderer – was led a few feet back.
“Ma’am, do you know this gentleman?”
“She does! It’s me, Fuuta!”
Mahiru shook her head frantically. “I don’t. But… He knows about me… I don’t… I never…”
“That’s alright. We’ll take your number, and contact you when we need.”
“You don’t understand! She was dead! She died!”
His voice was rough and shrill as he shouted more nonsense. Mahiru wanted to curl up in on herself.
The crazed man was moved into the police car. He craned his neck to meet her eyes one last time. His words made her blood run cold.
“I’ll find you again, just you wait! I swear it! Mahiru!”
[In my mind, Fuuta calls Kazui from jail and he tells the others that the trio is alright. Yuno meets up with Mahiru and is much more tactful/keeps her emotions under control. She’s able to get through a little to her, and they have a genuinely sweet reunion. (I don’t know Japan law but in my head if Mahiru never presses charges, they can have Fuuta’s potential stalking stuff dropped.) Mahiru is hesitant around him for a bit, but seeing everyone’s teary reaction to her alive and well, she begins to understand and feel grateful for all their love <3]
I'm in need of advice, reddit hasn't been helpful and I'm desperate so I've come to you Tumblr please help me
I'm currently a data scientist for a very small start up company, but I have my background in political science and so I'm concerned that I might be dead in the water if/when the company goes under and I need to find another job. I've consulted with some recruiters and they agree that if I want to go into data science I should get my master's (EDIT: they said I probably should get my degree in Statistics because the program is more widely known so I have a better chance of not getting turned away by HR who will have less knowledge about what a data science master's even is). I think because of my personality, data science is a really good job for me, so I'm planning on going for it.
Here's the issue: I don't want to go to school and end up learning exclusively theory. I've been teaching myself a ton by reading textbooks and I've noticed that while there's a lot of depth in the math/calculus/linear algebra behind how the functions work and what the parameters are, there seems to be very little information on how to actually apply that information in the real world.
Obviously the math is important and very exciting :D but if all I do is learn the math and I don't learn how to apply the knowledge I have to non-ideal data sets and situations then I'm not really learning the information I need to know.
Are there any graduate programs that are well known for really preparing people for data science roles in the workforce instead of just focusing on the academic side of statistics?
