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This detailed account and history of Valentine Z is written by Chief Aviator Gwen Tracer Hepburn "Fate of Existence and the Omniverse" Ellen Trixie Caitlin Foxworthy Avril Verlene Eveline Celinda Sammy Doris T-Rev Oxton Arielle Lindall Leslie Vitesse Allison and vetted by the Valentian History Department, a subdivision of the Valentian Government that deals with the historical accounts of the world before the Valentian Era, as well as after.

You might know of the reasons why we should keep the history of our world – perhaps it makes for an interesting read for those that studies this subject. Maybe it’s to remind us of where we came from. Perhaps even to acknowledge of our past and the roadblocks that we have come across along the way. Whichever way you look at it, history of the multiverse, and of Valentine Z, is important to us in more than one way, and this is why I, Gwen Tracer Allison, has decided to venture out through time to discover what we have been missing, and more importantly, to provide an almost-perfect historical account of what has happened.

As always, even for someone like me, there are certainly a lot of rules and regulations that I will have to follow, especially when it comes to engaging with people in the distant past. Most of the time, I will be equipped with my own cameras to take discrete pictures of many, many historical events, and sound recordings if possible. I cannot, however, do any of the following, and note that this is non-exhaustive: I cannot kill someone, I cannot steal or take an item from the past, I cannot participate in any of the wars or historical events. The only exception to the latter, perhaps, is if I am disguised as one of them and they never suspect a thing. Otherwise, I am to be as discrete as possible with this outing, lest I have to mend the timelines that I might have messed up. Even if, say, a certain someone has committed genocide, I have no choice but to let it happen because of the possible implications that might follow afterwards. I think the less said, the better. I will try my best to go in a chronological order, though please do note that all of this did not happen sequentially. That is, I did not travel year after year in a sequential manner; it was more of a jump between the time periods. For instance, I first started with 1945, but I am eventually planning to go back to as early as 50,000,000 BC, perhaps, to know more about what lies beyond that no historian can study without a person travelling back in time to report on things.

I will try my best to be as informative and detailed as possible, even down to technical details, but I will be adding my own remarks and emotions now and then throughout. I can only hope that this will not skew whatever I have reported on, and that history will not be swayed and biased by my emotions. I will provide the information, followed by my remarks. Some of the parts will become gory and violent due to the nature of history, to which I will go no further. Unfortunately, this is not a place for me to go into detail, let’s put it that way.

1942 was one of the very first moments I have stepped into. World War 2, on this Earth, ended precisely on 5th September, 1942, 13:00 when I stepped foot in Berlin, Germany. To say that it was horrible would be an understatement. Bodies and rubble strewn the streets, buildings damaged beyond repair, survivors – both soldiers and civilians, wandering out and about with their dust and dirt-covered clothes. I managed to get a few vantage points to get pictures and videos of whatever is happening down there. For a small percentage of them, end-of-war means that they no longer have to bear the weights and burdens of a country that is slowly losing and being caved in by the countries all around. For most of them, came the suicides.

As I was walking through the rubbles whilst keeping my disguise (I managed to find a rag that belongs to no one; no blood on it either), I saw two teens in one of the alley. They can’t be more than 18 years old. Dressed in their black uniforms and the ever-so-familiar red armband, they took out a small metal tin from their pockets and ate a "mint". By "mint", I mean cyanide pill. Dropped dead within seconds. In the distance, I could still hear explosions and gunshots, but not from MG nests or from the mortars. They were, in fact, from personal pistols and grenades that these folks have gathered for times like this. My job in filming through all of this is physically easy: There were little to no one looking at me and they minded their own business, or chose to ignore me. They never seem to care about a woman holding a strange device in their hands, and that is good, I thought. Emotionally, it wasn’t easy. The suicides, the wails and cries of adults and kids alike, have been all a familiar sight here in Berlin. It got worse than that, which I suppose that I should not mention for the sake of the people reading this.

I jumped to other countries and they did not have much of a fun time, either. The American soldiers and troops have went home in December of 1942, but most of them increasingly found it difficult to get back to their old jobs. They were either fired or replaced, a good 7 out of 10 of them being forced to live in the city’s national parks. It was certainly a very tempting offer to give these men food, but unfortunately, I cannot interfere with them, even if I have good intentions. I could only apologise and wave these people away when they ask me for help.

The British, specifically in Doncaster, South Yorkshire; and Ollerton, Nottinghamshire, both in England, had multiple strikes and riots from the Bevin Boys, who were commonly mistaken as draft dodgers. They were, in actual fact, conscripted soldiers that were chosen to work in the coal mines because Britain herself needed a lot of coal. I tried to approach the strike and demonstration further, but I was forced out on the account that a woman should not have any business there. This, perhaps, might have been a positive action to happen to me, because soon afterwards, it escalated into violence, and it certainly was not pretty.

Soviet Union was far from being all right. The war has already exhausted the living and killed 28 million, but it was made worse when the secret police started searching. As I was hiding in one of the homes, I was an eye-witness to an entire group – one ex-POW and his family, being taken away by NKVD – People's Commissariat of Internal Affairs. This was not an isolated case; there were more people being either taken away, or simply shot on sight, because of potential allegiance to the evil that happened in Germany. I simply could not help them once again. I was tempted to shoot one of the intelligence officers in the foot, but I restrained.

Imperial Japan was perhaps even worse, depending on how you look at it. The atomic bomb survivors, termed the hibakusha, were ostracized by the very friends and families they have around them. There was some assistance, but that was far from enough. I sincerely thought that the relocations were bad enough, but that was, I am afraid, only the surface of what was happening. As I jumped and wandered around Japan, including going to the ground zero areas, it was an unholy sight, for the lack of a better word. There was a shadow outline of multiple people (including cats and dogs) on a surviving wall (and on the immediate ground), and it dawned to me on what happened. They were vaporized to the point of only leaving their shadows. They were literally erased from the world when the bombs struck. The innocent lives that have nothing to do with the terror and horror of war, usually suffered the greatest. I came across a particular Unit 731 and as I was hiding and teleporting around, I found a grenade pile that was waiting to be decommissioned. I stole one of them and stopped time, thinking about whether or not to kill the chemical and biological menace for good with a well-timed grenade. Unfortunately, I cannot. I should have killed the stains of humanity that have conducted cruel and excruciating experiments on their own people and on others, but I simply could not. They unfortunately have a fate that awaits them, but it’s not something that will bring them to justice. The Americans wanted them, citing that their research data was useful and could not also fall into other countries’ hands.

I have jumps to various other countries in 1942, and all of them have more or less offered the same experience of misery and brokenness of human minds. After the war was over, it was time for people to move on and there would be no more killings. That was simple enough. However, moving on has always been difficult, and in this world, it was perhaps not meant to be.

March of 1961. It was nearly 20 years since WW2, but the aftermath of history has always been around. When one book is closed, so must another one open, or as was the saying. After the discovery of nuclear bombs, the Americans and the Soviets (along with quite a handful of other countries) started stockpiling them. A lot of them. To be precise, by this year, the Americans have 16,000 nuclear bombs, while the Soviets have 12,000 of them. And the stockpile is certainly not getting smaller or are showing any signs of slowing growth. It was mostly due to most of the nations around the world wanting to restrict the growth of Communism, which is paramount to Soviet Union and its satellite states. However, of course, as with most of history, this is not as simple. It was simply not the Soviets that were communists; over the years, there have been other nations and countries that also subscribed to their ideology. The politics simply could not be narrowed down into two entities. It was no longer about the Americans vs the Soviets.

This time, it has yet again involved the entire world. United States of America (USA) and its allies in the West (including Cuba itself) was up against the USSR and the East. The world was literally divided into two hemispheres (as aforementioned – West and East), and each side was influenced by their respective media that they are fighting for a greater cause. Every day, televisions, radios and newspapers would mention Cold War first thing in the morning without fail, and yet, people would wonder if this whole nuclear weapon crisis is going to end on a peaceful note. As of now, the nuclear missiles and arms are constantly manufactured, although there was countless number of talks ensuring that they are never going to be put into use.

Fortunately, everyday needs such as food, water and electricity were still fairly accessible, with some countries benefiting from the first world countries. In this nearly dystopian world of constant paranoia and xenophobia, the amount of technology available, on the other hand, was astounding. Quantum Physics has been mastered in 1950, along with the invention of semiconductors and capacitors. Analog devices quickly fell into use and eventually into obscurity, while the Information Age came in the year 1958 – Flat-screen Televisions, Smart phones, Virtual Headsets, Digital Cameras, all made available for consumer use. Infrastructural and Medical advances were also seen – fast-speed monorails, short-distance teleportation devices, DNA repairers making cancer and genetic diseases obsolete. These advancements has been on a standstill for these past few months, with the funding being diverted for production of nuclear weapons as a form of deterrence.

It seemed like all the people on Earth had it all. That is, what they have in tangible resources, they are now lacking happiness, which in turn was long replaced by fear of sudden death. The international relationships between each other have been unstable throughout these past 2 years. Every day, key politicians and figures from both sides of the country would try to negotiate with each other in hopes that this conflict and segregation would be solved peacefully. However optimistic they were, they can never reach a common ground.

It would be only a year later that the Earth would find a group of people with the intent to preserve the world.

Americans vs Soviets would have been a very, very awful way to describe the Cold War that the pre-Valentians have suffered. The truth, is a lot more complicated, as I found out in 1970.

The war itself was generally between the two sides, yes, but there were many more small things that were happening in-between. The South Americans did not trust the North Americans that much and hence would see a fair share of spies in USA selling information back to the Latin Americans. At the same time, Brazil actually didn't really like Mexico that much and in turn would launch offensives... and the Mexicans would get aid from a combination of Canadians and the US, and as a result, the Mexicans tried to stay neutral as much as possible when it comes to spying on US, as well as siding with the rest of South America.

In the meantime, those nations on the border of the two hemispheres were hit like Finland and Poland back in WW2; UK and its immediate countries would see conflicts happening in their backyard, so much so that they have to issue a statement that, "We don't even know if we are fighting for our own land, or other nationalities are fighting on our land!" This is in combination with US and UK being buddies with one another, but at the same time, the British kind of had a growing distrust for the Americans. They alleviate this, by hiring KGB from USSR to do the dirty work, while the UK would blame it on the Russians if the US state secrets were leaked out.

Germany would be recovering from the Second World War and while they didn't have much in the way of offensives, they were doing rather well in terms of defensives. Czech Republic, Poland, and Austria formed the separate Slavic Allies away from USSR (despite the fact that there were only two Slavic nations, and, well, Austria wasn't exactly Slavic), and the Slavic Allies would help Germany economically. All of this while the Slavic Allies aided Spain and France in war efforts for offensives towards Germany.

Middle East was in an even worse shape. The Turks formed back the Ottoman Empire and in a matter of months, managed to seize the entirety of Africa thanks to the aids from Germany and Russia... as well as from US. This bigger and much more powerful Ottoman Empire, however, would suffer from its own conflicts, as many of the nations under it didn't exactly like being ruled by Turkey. They decided to ask help from US, who in turn would install an actual democracy and away from the Sultan of the Empire. USSR, in the meantime, decided to help the Sultan... under a condition that the Empire would become slightly more communist in terms of ideologies. This was quickly rejected, but the Russians still went through with their proposal – installing KGB agents and puppet states across the Ottoman Empire to bring it down from inside-out.

Japan, much like Germany after WW2, would be recovering economically and from the nukes, but it soon was under attack by the Koreans and the Chinese, as a vengeance offensive for the Second World War. Japan, this time, was aided by the Southeast Asians, despite their bitter past, and by a rather unexpected ally – the North Koreans; NK wanted nothing but destruction for S. Korea, so it was no surprise when they state that "They might as well help the Japanese in order to attack our hated neighbors." ... And all of this was done while the Chinese government was working together with USSR, in order to overthrow and reinstate communism for Japan, the Southeast Asians... and South Korea (the very allies they were fighting with, against the Japanese).

This filled up several books and volumes, perhaps even more than WW2, and even then, it was quite difficult to untangle this web of mess.

February of 1976. I got the pleasure of meeting a certain someone called Valentijn. The Valentians who read this has certainly know all about him by now. He went by Valentine Maxwell Valkyrie Angelus Constantine in that era, being born to a Dutch father and a Burmese woman. Born in 1960, he was to be conscripted in this very year, fresh out of boot camp and serving his country for a few weeks as of my meeting. A 16-year-old in the army, I thought to myself. I didn’t really meet him in the traditional sense of seeing him eye-to-eye, but I observed from a distance. He was an average young man, with average ambitions, for the time being. He seemed to have heard about the war going on around him and he would confine himself to his family or to his diary. This was written with approval from present day-Valentijn.

"I would not say I was born in the worst of eras. It might sound that way, but this war and crimes against humanity have been happening even as before I was born, as I was told. I am not an extraordinary person, and it’s about time that I stopped pretending to be one. One could only wonder what kind of live-saving schemes I have been coming up in my mind, but in all honesty, they probably won’t work. I am a 16 year old with grandiose plans. I have no means to convince the people around me. If we die one day, then I guess humanity ends here." I found himself going to the frontlines constantly, but not to fight. Valentijn often brought a platoon or two worth of men to negotiate and have truces as much as he could. The smaller forces were in order to ensure the other side that Valentijn and his country were not intent on sneak attacks, and that they simply wanted to reduce the amount of bloodshed. It definitely worked in his favor, though at times, he did have blunders here and there which started small battles.

"It was a routine negotiation and talk of truce on the Northern borders of Burma. Like I said, routine. I could have drove the Chinese and Russian occupants out of it, but I simply feel that they can stay with us, but should not enact violence with us. Frankly, I really don't give a damn on what their commanders or countries were ordering them to do; if we can settle a middle ground, I will do it. Anyway, it was going well for a good 35 minutes, then it happened. A man rushed onto me, guns aimed at me. I had no choice, I shot him on his arm for a disarming. Unfortunately, I shot him on the artery, was pronounced dead hours later. At this point, I wanted to resign but then I asked myself: Would I rather accidentally kill someone, or let this bloodbath continue?"- Cpt. Valentijn, 1985, Botched Negotiation at Kachin State of Northern Burma.

Of course, as we have learned and as we have observed, Valentijn, along with his friends, would be the one to save the day. However, even this would be a very rough journey.

At this moment in 1987, Valentijn would have been serving in his country’s army for nearly a decade, quickly becoming the Field Marshal and soon Chief-of-Commander of his army. This would possibly made Valentijn one of the youngest (or even the youngest) to become a Field Marshal at the age of 27. This would be a combination of his hardwork, and moreso due to his higher-ups dying constantly in the battlefield and in their offices. The Cold War has escalated to the point where a diplomatic mission, no matter how secure they tried, will always end up with bloodshed or multiple deaths. In the case of the most recent times, Valentijn’s country, Burma, would have seen their army’s entire brass dying to a car bomb. With Valentijn now the commander of his entire army, he decided to withdraw most of them back from other countries and hemispheres, citing that he could not afford more risks and losses from invasions and offensives him and his allies cannot win. This was still seen as a move that is beneficial, as for the first time in history, the entire world was in a ceasefire, and further withdrawal of troops seemed to further perpetuate the intent of truce. There were no killings, for the time being. Valentijn, however, had other plans.

Among this conflict and uneasiness were two individuals – Valentijn and his best friend – Foresittend Marcus Alan Ariel Maximillian "Infinity Hunter" Swifty Felix Maverick Prometheus Revlin Lynx Artyom Lichtenstein Baptiste C. Viot. Talon Haydn Lincoln Taal Reynolds Fang Wu Ying, then Colonel Marcus of Singapore Armed Forces, have devised plans to save the world. The two met together through fate (I didn't plan it this time), Valentijn and Marcus doing their usual thing of negotiation as the former was tasked with stabilising a region in Thailand. That actually went rather well as far as I saw from the distance. So Valentijn with his selection of 500 troops (the rest of the armed forces have to be stationed at other places around the Eastern hemisphere) have plans to reinforce the then-evacuated 4 km² of Downtown Yangon, Myanmar, with supplies and rations to last at least 3 years, as well as agricultural components for self-sustainability. This was so that in an event that a nuclear apocalypse wiped out the entire humanity, there was a lineage and a group of individuals from around the world (at least 5,000 people from each country, after accounting for every race in each country) to repopulate Earth. Contractors could not be hired due to them being deployed at the Eastern borders to provide logistics for the defensive forces, and also because that would make way too much of a noise and commotion to hide it away from the rest of the world. As a result, it’s up to Valentijn, his men and a surplus of semi-automated machines and drones to get things done.

At the same time, Col. Marcus was tasked with a slightly more long-termed and essential part of Project Resolute. The first phase involved building a self-contained dome to cover and blanket the area that Valentijn has reinforced. The primary objective was to withstand the effects of the nuclear blast, as well as to be immune to the effects of terra-forming that happened outside of the dome. The dome was approximately 1000 m in radius and run through 50 meters of earth below, to provide the soil and dirt needed for natural functions required for survival, e.g. agricultural. As the nuclear attacks can be destructive at best, and if the dome is neither complete nor sufficient to protect the city, all of Valentijn and Col. Marcus’ works would have been for nothing. Even if they know in advance that an attack is going to happen, there’s no point in delaying the inevitable if the dome is under construction; it would not protect anyone.

June of 1991. It would seem that hope is on the menu for the pre-Valentians. Valentijn, with the help of connections and friends he has made along the way, has covertly flew across different countries and picked up the people. How did he know which one to pick? He simply looked at each of the country’s latest census available and picked the ones based on their race (diversity is needed), then by their character or other personality traits. However, by the time they were flew back to Downtown Yangon, it was a harder job than Valentijn thought it to be; propaganda from both sides of the conflict have poisoned the minds of the citizens from all around the globe, like some sort of globalized discrimination against each other. Luckily, his South Korean friend, an experienced diplomat, Head Diplomat Charlene Jeannie Natalia Adeline Marceline "Wanbyeoghan Hyeobsang-Ga" Celestie Christine Irelle Dva. Arianna Rees Edith Novena Annie Ciara W. I. Bethany Myong Suh-Hyung, had the foresight to suggest unarming the citizens to carry any form of firearms and sharp objects, lest they started attacking each other and starting their own little genocides. There were a few fights between the people, but they were quelled easily and the most major injuries were bruises and cuts. General Valentijn and his temporary committee have to step in to prevent further conflicts between the populace.

It was at that one night after the missions that he had to give a speech to the people he has gathered:

"Leave your bigoted thoughts from the media behind! Now is the time for ALL of you to be united as one – as Humanity itself. The survival of each of the race, religion and nationality depend on each other, and only by leaving your twisted judgments behind will we prosper. Times are extremely tough, Col. Marcus and his workers have been up day and night to finish Project Resolute. We believe that a nuclear missile might be hitting our planet anytime soon, and both sides of the war are to be blamed. This dome will cover and protect 4 km² of Downtown Yangon, and it should be enough to withstand direct hits from around 3 megaton nuclear missiles. After that, we will begin the process of terra-forming, whereby a device will be set off at the other end of the hemisphere – which will make it around… Canada or USA, I think, in order to remove the radiation from the fallout and use the energy in turn to power our city."

A series of murmurs and discussions can be heard among the populace for that time being after that. It was quite powerful, I thought, though I have to admit that it was a bit clichéd.

"Now please, no racial discrimination of any kind. You are a human, he’s a human, she’s a human, we are all people. Media from both sides have fed you lies of each other. With that, do be mindful of the amount of rations you eat. There’s no need for all of you to starve, but at the same time, don’t be a glutton and hog all the food. A punishment will be obviously given to the people caught with excessive food."

April of 1993. Both the Western and Eastern hemispheres are more or less locked into an armed conflict. Both sides suffered heavy causalities, with approximately 10,000 people – both the civilians and army personnel, dying per day. The blood-lust was too strong for anyone to break; a person trying to start a negotiation to the other hemisphere will last an average of 40 seconds. There were rumors (both substantiated and unsubstantiated) that the nuclear missiles all over the world would be launched, but nobody knows when. The governments of each countries were too nervous to announce their plans even to their allies. The entire planet was in lock-down.

Marcus once again gave a speech to the people involved, "We cannot really say for certain on when it will strike the entire planet. Yes, you heard me correctly. Entire. Planet. I have heard from our friends and informants that they – both the Western and Eastern superpowers, are planning to strike with goodness knows how many nuclear missiles. I really doubt that Earth can survive a destruction of that scale, so which is why my team and I are rather busy trying to get the dome to work as soon as possible. The last thing we all want is for us to be nuked while knowing that our work is 99% complete. That’s not the kind of disappointment we would not settle for, no?"

"In the meantime... please still keep this a secret. As much as we want everyone to know about this, and to save the planet, we cannot have them overwhelming and overcrowding us."

Back in February of 1995, A certain robot named Exuberant Superintendent T-2000/2904-3 Surveillant Clarissa Alanis Star Breya « La Amoureux Chéri » Millie Taissa Butterfly Mélody Coraline Jolijn Trini Clementine Hollie Samantha Zeta Harumi first came into this world when her world itself became desolate in a matter of seconds, and trying to find her way around and out, ended up jumping into a portal and accidentally teleporting into the world of Valentine Z. For the Valentians, they took her as a wonderment, with her specifications off the charts and unlike anything that the Valentians have ever seen before. After quelling off the misunderstanding and hostilities out of self-defence, Clarissa explained her situation to the Valentians and from there, she grew a fondness towards the people who were around her.

Given Clarissa’s specifications and the hardware that she has, as well as her willingness for the Valentian computer scientists to study her, the world of Valentine Z advanced in terms of computing technology a lot faster, as well as giving rise to the creation of Artificial Intelligence due to her dual nature of having a human mind combined with the computer mind, and the two aspects of it working effortlessly.

A year later, the tension has gotten higher than ever before in the history. With more advancement in technology, this could very well be relabeled as World War 3, with the entire planet’s causalities to 1,145,358,102 people… Wait! 1,145,358,425 causalities. Hold on… 1,145,358,800 now. It has been a very destructive time for the humanity, with the chance of survival getting lower and lower each day. Starvation and malnutrition has also began to take over, as the food supplies are beginning to run out. While a few countries have the means to grow their own food, the unfortunate majority were countries who relied on imports from across the world.

Among this conflict, General Valentijn and Colonel Marcus were not satisfied. The civilians around the world has nothing to do with the conflict, and it’s all because of the struggle for power and control of the entire planet – through intimidation; if you have tons of nuclear weapons, no one will try to pick a fight with you. Now the actual war broke out and the whole Internet was blacked out; the countries have gotten so secretive that they don’t even know what their allies are up to. All this could be just temporary truces until either the West or the East is wiped out, then the bigger countries will bully the smaller ones. He, Marcus and the rest of the team did everything in their power and resources to provide a fallout shelter, but saving a mere 400,000 out of ~5 billion is a little lacking. That was perhaps the toughest pill to swallow for everyone involved, especially Valentijn. I saw him being constantly distraught that he could not save everyone, and that this project was even secretly done in the first place. In a more ideal and better world, he should be able to talk down everyone and to prevent a planet-wide catastrophe. Alas, that was not meant to be. You need a few billion causalities to get anything worthwhile.

1999. Feeling the need to relax and unwind even in the most uncertain of situations, Valentijn decided that he wanted to take a break away from all of this mess and that he would go out to one of the places that he would frequent as a child. Clarissa decided to tag along, saying that she too would like to see the world around her, if the people did not mind, of course. The two in their own disguises, they got into their vehicle and drove off to Inya Lake, Yangon, Myanmar. The place was rather quiet, to say the least. The streets have been silent, only an occasional state car passing through and making sure that the people are safe. Burma was not exactly known for being the hotbed of wars, but the raging war was more than enough to put everyone into such a state of disarray. Valentijn and Clarissa found a quiet place where they could talk to each other, as I stood directly in front of them, from the safe havens of the 4th spatial dimension; I was watching them, I simply did not want to startle them or have them asking 20 questions at me all of a sudden when they found me. Valentijn became more trusting towards this robot woman that simply was brought into their world one day, especially when she nearly strangled him to death out of sheer self-defense. Anyway, Valentijn expressed his remorse of not being able to save more people, and actually wondered in hindsight as to what he was even doing outside of the safety dome in the first place. He and Clarissa watched sparse numbers of people passing through here and there - they were only out there either to run an errand, or simply because they have nothing else to lost but themselves, lying on the green grass fields and waiting for their demise, whenever that might be.

It was at that moment that caught everyone by surprise. The world leaders have fired all of their nuclear payload – every single one of them, all over the world, everywhere on Earth that included some patches of oceans here and there to shoot down navies and islands alike. People started scattering and ran back to their cars to drive off, while Valentijn and Clarissa were stunned for that few seconds. His phone and radio were filled with chaotic chatter, telling and demanding his return before he gets vanquished by the nuclear fire as well. Valentijn got Clarissa to get up, grabbing her arm suddenly and running off to the car that they came by. They drove and drove, amidst the chaos, amidst all of the people that were either panicking or simply standing there. The skies were slowly turning redder and angrier, people starting to sweat more and more from the heat that was picking up. Col. Marcus and the Valentians back in downtown erected Project Resolute and was ready to protect all of its inhabitants. Valentijn and Clarissa, however, would not have much of a luck.

And then, the impact. In the blink of an eye, in the press of multiple red buttons and authorization codes, the humanity managed to kill 4 billion of its own people. Project Resolute managed to save the people that it intended to save - it was a success, for the lack of a better word. 400,000+ people saved, with the Valentians quickly fanning out across the world to look for more survivors. Pockets of survivors here and there, traumatised and needed detoxifying and removing their radiation - some of them unfortunately could not be saved, for they have been exposed for far too long. The question as to how these people managed to survive thousands of nukes would simply point to the sturdy bunkers. Eventually, even those that managed to stay strong for days, exhausted all of their supplies.

The Valentians have saved part of the world - and that is the best they could have done in such a situation.

November 1999, on New Year before 2000. Almost everyone was accounted for, with Clarissa being recovered with only a slight amount of damage on her. It was no surprise that despite her appearance, she was more or less hardened for all the harsh elements that the world might bring onto her. Yet, to stay optimistic - especially from a robot that not a lot of people think to have emotions - was something that took even me by surprise. Clarissa offered her helping hand as much as possible to the families and friends around her. The initial amount hatred and propaganda that the people were fed were slowly getting stamped out, many traumatized parts becoming whole again. They have lost so much, and yet, with Clarissa (and the other leading Valentians') guidance and encouragement, I can see their needless hatred for one another slowly melting. It might take a while, but it is a welcoming change, as I watched them from afar. They will know of my involvement in their timeline soon enough, but as much as possible, I am staying away undetected in order to preserve history and not taint it. Not this universe.

Alongside all of this, his friends and the strangers that he has saved, would not forget about him. They would ask, "Where is Valentijn?" only to be lead towards uncertainties. They were more or less certain that he was dead, for no man can survive a nuclear explosion, not especially when Clarissa revealed that he might have had a nuclear warhead striking his head. He was presumed dead, but his body was not found. At least, not until Clarissa wanted to ease her own mind and memory a few days later. Assembling a small group of her own, with a few close friends of Valentijn leading the way, they ventured out once again into the dust bowl of an Earth - dirt and radiation kicked up everywhere, sandstorms on a daily basis, no more animals and plants in sight. A dead planet, they thought to themselves.

Amidst all of this, the Valentians finally detected a large and steady source of radiation. A bright beacon, though not one of hope and instead of radiation. It was none other than Valentijn himself, towering his friends who were slowly approaching him. "What happened to you?" Clarissa said softly, others motioning at her to not get too close to the man that probably was. Then he stretched slightly towards the Valentians, along with his first few words that pierced the relative silence of the winds and dirt swirling around: "Did they make it? The people. Are they safe?"

The Valentians know that they cannot bring him in - not in that state. He needed a suit himself, but to shield his radiation from reaching the others instead of the usual function of keeping the radiation away from the wearer. And the Valentians did just that, taking a few more months to perfect a radiation-proof armor that would allow Valentijn to walk around and leave his people unharmed, even if he was unintentional in pelting them with radiation.

The armor was ready, with inner padding, internal A/C system and computers, and everything that a sci-fi soldier could ask for. Valentijn donned it, commenting on the feminine aspect of it. "Elegant, though. I like it," he said, removing his tattered rags of street signs, car doors, and the like, and wearing it proper. He was ready to go back and see the fruits of the world-saving effort. A man in a literal shining armor, slowly parading and giving hope to the survivors that have been randomly picked to start a new world.

Then 31st December 1999 hit. It was time to terraform. With no living things outside of the dome, as well as having saved everything that they needed, it was time to press the button. Valentijn got such a honor, having lead to his new home that was built specially for him.

The Valentians - now termed as survivors of the Nuclear War, as well as the future generations - got aboard their spaceships, all 400,000+ of them watching in unison as Valentijn was the last to leave Earth. With more reassurance and security in mind, he pressed the button, triggering the terraforming event of the Earth. The radiation casted away, not destroyed but reused for benevolence. The radiation acted as additional energy supply, significantly contributing to the terraforming process as Earth was torn apart on the surface and at least 10 km depth worth of underground. It was not just that Mother Nature was restored, but rather, the buildings were restored. It would be up to the Valentians on what they wanted to do with Earth as the ancestors for the future generations.

At first, it was not exactly the best of sights. The propaganda and hatred as I have aforementioned were still around, though to be honest, it was not that bad compared to the very first time they were put in together. You really could have gotten stabbed back then. Now it might just be a flurry of insults, or a small fistfight at worst. Don't get me wrong, it was still awful, but like I said, I can see people warming up with one another. And with Valentijn alongside and leading them - equally terrifying and encouraging - people learned to love again. People started making up for atrocities, and it was a good process, I will admit that. Vice Foresittend Jolyn Maxine Caulfield Moira “Неуловимая, Женщина-шпион” Marlene Wendy Lucille Lapis Jill Khorosheva Vin. Zolina łnt. Natasha Vasilisa Helen Ceeta Tescelyn Maximovna, however, dropped this metaphorical bombshell on the people:

"The past has brought us together here and truth be told, I don't think it really matters what happened in the past. That world is destroyed and gone. That is not to say that we should not preserve the past. We should do that, and to learn from it. Learn to love. Learn to care. Learn to see each other beyond differences. Take the differences as merits, not crutches. See the other's culture as fascination, not something to destroy."

After all, we as humans and other sapient beings are all in this together.

2002. In what seemed to be a rather sudden move, a good part of Australia and New Zealand decided to separate from Valentine Z, forming modern-day Vidunderlige Nye Verden that we know, under an Anarchist named Jamison Mad Max Arielian. Their reason for separation was that they had enough of the government meddling with their everyday lives; the Cold War has simply scarred them, and they even see Valentine Z with much paranoia. We don't exactly have problems with the anarchists, but it would seem like they simply wanted to be left alone. Anarchist Jamison commented that, "We can take care of ourselves now, thank you! We had enough of the Man, man," and truth be told, I cannot blame them.

He was quite a charmer, though I have a feeling that he is a little off his mind, if I am to be honest. Jamison is a little unpredictable. Valentijn simply let them be, because what use is going for war and forcing them in if they do not want to? Some of them stayed, some of them came to us, so it's not entirely "Australians and New Zealanders versus Valentians" but just people who did not exactly want to be part of a very, very large government that controls the rest of the world.

In that one faithful day of March 2008, another small region was discovered in Burma, where Valentijn and Clarissa were before the nuclear bomb fell – Garden at 6th Mile Road, which was a result of an energetic concentration that occurred at that area. At least, it seemed to be that way. I know a little bit more about what exactly happened, but you need to ask me personally if you want to know. Anyway, its only resident - Light Queen Holly, made entirely out of lights as her name suggests, requests that she and her dimensional rift be kept private and thus, a front was set up by General Valentijn. Despite this, Holly remarks that there has been trespassers to her region, and while they are harmless, she does not want people getting lost inside and starving to death.

April 2012. The world was slowly rebuilt, and people were getting happier as time went on. You can see a glimmer of hope in their eyes with each passing day. I quite like that, of course, there is no reason for me to not be happy when the people around me are. Anyway, for this particular half of the decade, and specifically 2012 as I have aforementioned, this was the era where some basic needs are getting slowly taken care of. Valentians were getting back to their Cold War status- minus the war. I mean in terms of technology and the standard of living if bombs were not dropping around them constantly.

Anyway, this year, in particular, was of note for the Valentian history, because this was when Jolyn finally became the Head of Valentine Z's own Ministry of Education. Without getting too biased in a history factbook, I will say that while she has her own strict ways on dealing with troublesome students or the general homework, she is definitely the person who is fit for such an immense task - one that is as difficult as leading the public education system of the entire world. For Jolyn, part of what made her special and excellent is the fact that she does not really like taking sides. Sure, she is with us, that is for sure, but she also will chew us out verbally and sternly (without raising her voice throughout) if we did something wrong, or something that really peeved her off. She has nothing against people, just their negative attitude - ignorance, in particular. She is not someone who will call you dumb, and would rather see that you improve on yourself through self-learning, self-help, and self-actualization. She will help you in every single step of your progress if you can show it to her that you are more than willing to learn. To Jolyn, being willing is far better than being gifted from the day you are born.

And that is definitely the reason as to how Valentine Z quickly developed its education system since 2010 (when Jolyn was starting to gain traction as a teacher), to here when she finally could handle all the funds as efficiently as possible in order to decide on what the future generations should learn. Hard subjects, and soft subjects, as she would say. She wanted a fair share of STEM students, alongside Humanities, alongside those that knows a lot of life skills. At first, it does seem daunting, but she really did it.

If I am not that uncreative, I could have called this the Enlightenment Era of the Valentians.

2018 was one of the best eras I have ever been in, and trust me, I have jumped into quite a lot of places. Whatever Valentijn, Clarissa, Marcus, Jolyn, and the rest did, it was amazing, and they did it well. Discrimination and racism was at their lowest, even with people speaking a different language, living a different culture, or practicing a different religion. There were still unrest here and there, but they were quickly resolved with both parties usually leaving satisfied. The sexual orientation is also no longer a controversial factor, with an increasing number of homosexual relationships and marriages. Things definitely were getting better for us all, I thought to myself. The standard of living is increasing steadily, and considering the post-Nuclear Apocalypse that the Valentians have went through, the fact that SoL is improving is good enough. Quality of Living will have to come later as time goes on, because it is paramount for a civilization, even for the Valentians, to build their base on a solid ground. An effective (albeit a little autocratic) government, economy that exists to provide its people but not a lot of innovation for the time being. That will be coming in later.

Although, even Valentine Z can have a bit of bumps.

Stepping back into 2025, being trusted with position of power, Valentijn "De Sierlijke en Vrij Valkyrie General ov Valentine Z" Samantha Maxwell Delta Weston Stijn Angelus Tracey Mitchell Tristian Marnix Basilisk Lewis Hyatt X. Constantine Sein Lin Zaw Naing got into a bit of a heat when it comes to corrupt practices, or by leading with an iron fist (literally and metaphorically). As he went on and on and surrounded by his friends, Valentijn became more power-hungry, sought and wanting to control the entire nation (that is, the entirety of Valentine Z) by himself. He eventually was forced to step down for a good few years after one of his decisions forced the nation into a state of disrepair – a scientific advancement across all endeavors were halted due to a contracted that he signed without consulting anyone else. He went on to reflect on what he could have done better, and to let go of the corrupt practices himself. With Foresittend Marcus Alan Ariel Maximillian "Infinity Hunter" Swifty Felix Maverick Prometheus Revlin Lynx Artyom Lichtenstein Baptiste C. Viot. Talon Haydn Lincoln Taal Reynolds Fang Wu Ying acting as the impromptu leader of Valentine Z, eventually stepping down to lead a smaller piece of land known as Victoriaans Nederlands, to which Valentine learned about the nature of leading by example, as well as being a Benevolent Dictatorship like a few IRL countries in the past. The practice of "You can be in indefinite power, as long as you lead by example and you give people power over legislation and how the country should be" became a staple of how Valentijn leads the world today. It is also of utmost and paramount note that Valentijn and Marcus might be friends, but there was no corruption involved when Marcus was assigned to be the impromptu leader; just a string of coincidences that they were close friends, but Marcus was elected fairly (and now indefinitely).

Perhaps I myself could have learned something about this myself, if I have to give my opinions on this. After spending his sentence in an oversized home, Valentijn asked for a chance to make things right and perhaps to lead his home and his people once again. Marcus stepped down voluntarily to rule parts of Europe autonomously (later known as Victoriaans Nederlands), and Valentijn once again was back on his seat of power, ruling for decades without exhaustion and giving his people all the civil rights they could possibly have while making Valentine Z a safe haven (even a utopia, crime is still a thing here and there) for as many people as possible. He also proudly dismantled the electric chair equivalent of activating someone's pain receptors - something that was used for the most heinous of crimes. Eventually, he and the Valentians figured that they will try their best in rehabilitating everyone, including those that has done the most heinous of crimes.

One fine day in December 2029. As Valentine Z further prospered into a developed world, with Valentijn having learned from his mistakes from years ago, there has been discussion on another issue that while it is not exactly something that necessitates immediate attention, Valentijn and his staff put it forward in order to make it easier for the people around them. In short, this resulted in Trade Representative Charmaine Marissa Hannah "Universal Börsenmakler en Verkäuferin" Katherine Vivian Hadriane Gwyneth Amy Emilia Margrit Vera Carina Ivanne Augusta D. Melny Teresa - the lady who is in charge of the economy of Valentine Z and to ensure that everything and everyone is humming nicely and environmentally friendly - and Valentijn discussing that they probably should change from communism and socialism to something else. See, this is going to get a little political here. As much as I want to believe that communism and socialism works, the Valentians (along with I, of course) also realised that it has been slowing down everything else, in terms of innovation, development, and the like. The basic needs were more than taken care of, that is for sure. Still, they reasoned that capitalism is not exactly that bad if controlled. And I think Charmaine put it best for me: I am not against capitalism; I am against greed. And so, after months of drafting with the rest of the staff, they came up with a new economic policy that would bring Valentine Z into another new era of development and higher standards of life - all without or minimal amount of greed that is going on.

The Valentians are extremely generous when it comes to supporting projects that they feel will benefit everyone; they will absolutely tear you apart and shut you down if you go into scamming, or you as a company goes too far in terms of greed.

A fine and beautiful morning in 2031, Valentine Z. A world built on peace, happiness, and love for one another, it certainly is a welcoming sight after the many universes that I have visited, and many, many timeframes that I have visited in the pre-Valentian Era. Children laughing, adults sharing their happiness with one another, people going to work with a smile, something that I never thought I won’t see even in Valentine Z. From the ashes, the Valentians have indeed created something wholesome. Is it awful that billions of lives died? That is a very definite yes. All the poor souls vaporized and snuffed in a matter of seconds. On the other hand? I certainly don’t mind a better world created out of this.

I do miss my home back in Overwatch, but I suppose that I can live her for a long while. This world is amazing, and this is not me being biased in any way. There are certainly much better worlds out there, and truth be told, there is this expression that goes "You can be the sweetest strawberry cake, but someone will still prefer chocolate cake," and this will also apply here as well. Valentine Z might not claim itself to be the best for everyone, but it certainly is the best for most of the people involved, and they are all happy. Everyone is happy, not out of forceful need or from narcotics, just simply from genuine love and peace.

2038. An increase in people opting into a virtual world, or getting a new body, such is the brave new world of 2035. After years of meticulous search, the synthetic bodies, dubbed Project Vital, has been a success, with Foresittend Marcus spearheading the project. Started off in 2020 in the universities and labs of Vostrov, the idea is to retain human consciousness moments before death, and to transfer that consciousness into another body after death of the organic body. Given the nature of the subject, the citizens of Valentine Z do not have this forced on them and rather, they are allowed to live and die as they please and not be part Project Vital to extend their lifespan indefinitely.

Initially, robot parts and bodies are used in order to create these synthetic bodies, as prototypes. However, thanks to the advancements and further researches in the fields of Biology, Psychology, and to some extent, Humanities and Philosophies, a replica of the human bodies are available for production by the government facilities, promising 99.9% resemblance to an actual human body in terms of functions and chemical composition, and with an added bonus of being able to choose one’s body like they would in a video game.

How exactly this works is as follows: If the Valentian (amongst many other person) are to sign up for the project, they would be given a device at their home that would copy and backup their state of consciousness at a daily rate (or whatever rate that the citizens are content with), as well as a dead man’s switch that would be non-invasively implanted to the back of their head and their heart. While this process happens over the lifespan, the user can enjoy their normal routine of life without any interference, only with daily reminders (which they can turn off) to backup their consciousness into the mainframe. The idea of a consciousness has been a limiting factor for many years, but the Valentian scientists were able to correctly determine what makes consciousness happen, and they were able to active and deactivate them as they please.

Given the nature of the project, the citizens are able to opt out at any time should they feel the need to go to the path of natural death, and the Valentian Government will gladly clear and erase any traces of the consciousness from the main servers. The servers are also protected with extra layer of protection in order to ensure that no one can temper with the consciousness of many.

Marcus certainly tried his best to make sure that eugenics was not a problem, and it worked.

The Virtual World Project was not intent on replacing every single human beings and force them to stay in the virtual world. Oh no, it was simply for people to enjoy what the virtual world has to offer. The point is, the population is still growing a little too steadily thanks to the combination of good standard of life, among many other things. As the years goes on, Head Secretary Jamie told me and the rest of the Valentians that at this rate the Valentians are going at, we are very soon going to be suffering land and space shortage due to overpopulation. Not just for one single country, but for entire Earth, perhaps even including Australia. Sure, there were policies made to "Stop at Two", reminiscent of the ones that tried to control birth rates in the Pre-Valentian Eras, but it did not feel right. It was a temporary solution to a problem that will just keep on getting bigger.

In came 1st Cpt. Angela Stella Trista Josephine Natalie Rv. E. Tps. "The Eternal Explorer" Bethany Alyssa Valeska Payton. Mikayla Gosling Josie Rowan Serenity Chelsea Mikayla Hannah Tan Fang Ling, who is perhaps the most budding scientist turned astronaut that the Valentians could ever find. Her bubbly personality, her thirst for discovery, and volunteering to establish and spearhead the Valentian Space Agency, came in at the great time. Valentijn took the news well and was looking forward for it, though he remarked that this should be postponed to a year or two in order to get the funds that they need.

And here we are, moving onward to 2044. The Valentian Space Agency was born, and pretty soon we were sending men and women (and a few cute animals) into Mars to make sure that we can establish a permanent base there, perhaps to follow with the idea of terraforming the entire planet so that it will become as habitable as Earth. Bold targets and goals, though for the time being, the Valentians took it slowly and surely, to ensure that none of what they do will be filled with mishaps. They were also very quick to close up every single loophole and possibilities of war between the two planets, because goodness knows the Valentians have had enough from their yesteryears.

With the Valentians on Earth starting to experience the effects of overpopulation especially in the major city areas, with approval from Valentijn, Clarissa, Angela, and a lot more others who have checked and probed the planet for possibility of alien life (to which they have found none - macro or microscopic), Valentine Z terraformed Mars to look and feel more like Earth - breathable atmosphere, water, plant life, and many more to come eventually. The only problem is that Mars has temperatures that are slightly lower than on Earth. As more and more people settled in, it would seem like Mars became less of Earth, and a little bit like snowy Earth. It was not prohibitively cold like Ice Ages, but the temperatures could drop really quickly and I concur that it can get really cold. Still, not much of a big deal for the Valentians who either reared their livestock in the controlled climates, lab-grown food (including meat), climate-controlled domes, and so on. You can go outside, just won't last as long if you are a Southeast Asian from Earth, for instance. Mars is slated to be self-sustainable (but still will be an autonomous region of Valentine Z) but for the time being, people really do miss Earth and would either opt to go back, or bring in and import food from the big blue planet that was our very first home.

Happy 2056, everyone!

Of course, no amount of world will be complete without its own problems. For Valentine Z, this came in the form of the Mars Valentians airing their disappointment and grief towards Valentijn and The Sixty. It was not necessarily because of them being part of an autonomous region, no. I am not being paid to say this either or am biased for/against the Valentians, I am a Fate at this point, I don't need to take a lot of sides even if they are my friends. Anyway, with that part out of the way, where was I? Oh yes, the Troubles, Part II. It was thankfully not because of Valentijn going crazy with his power. Rather, the Valentians on Mars were unhappy that there was not a lot of development going on their own planet, and that it seemed to be stacked a little bit too far towards Earth. Valentijn teleported into Mars - being more convenient than riding on an oversized spaceship. So he went in, asked what was up, people were just a little disappointed and protested, it would seem. No riots, no acts of violence, nothing. In fact, I think the most violent it got was when someone accidentally shoved someone in the face, and it de-escalated into a series of apologies and pardons. So that was good. After hearing out the people as much as possible from his stature, Valentijn gave a nod of approval and would tell the Valentian Martians that he definitely would try his best to bring himself and some of the personnel from The Sixty to help out on Mars in terms of development on just about everything.

That was resolved quicker than I thought, and with no bloodshed too. Normally, when people got their own planet, they would not want to be ruled by another planet, it was like Empires from the days of old. There may be unrest, but people seriously did not want another war on their hands if they know that they can work this out with a few words. After all, like I said, it's always good to remember where you came from in terms of history. If Valentine Z falls into another Civil War, goodness knows that we have learned nothing from the horrors that wiped out 4 billion people.

Ahh, the summer of 2080. This would be our very first foray into the world of International Sports - NS Sports was the name they kept calling it, but for the purpose of this dossier, I think International Sports would have been a bit more fitting. Anyway, we started off with NSSCRA 8, stock car racing. The Valentians, that is us, started off with three drivers at first - Clarissa, Jolyn, and then me. Clarissa and Jolyn got a guaranteed charter, which means that regardless of qualifications, they got a spot for the race. For me, I have to chase for qualifications back then until the halfway point, whereby they offered me a more permanent spot. The event was not too bad, especially considering that we were just getting started. The stunt we pulled with Jolyn (to which she does not bear ALL the blame over) was deplorable, now that we looked at it. Considering the amount of deaths that have occurred in the world of motorsports, we really should have been more careful.

Then came NSSCRA 9, the next season. This was when we once again have three drivers, but Jolyn swapped herself out for other sports commitments, with Anastasia “De Sierlijke en Vrij High Valkyrie ov Valentine Z” Freya Valentina Ada. Jolin Annelijn Caitlin Trijntje Crystal Clarice Constance Judy Voi. D. Nexitros Annile Teresa Thida Myat Yadana Aye taking the place. It was once again, not bad - I seem to be repeating the same phrase, but considering that we have not gotten ourselves into fights (I read that there tends to be a lot of fighting in this event), and we keep it as clean as possible. And then NSSCRA 10, to which Anastasia won the championship for - and also a semi turning point for us whereby we were accused of cheating. It was understandable at first, seeing how Anastasia was absolutely tearing it through, but to me personally, it does not excuse the amount of scrutiny that we got, so much so that Valentijn actually considered resigning mid-season, and for the future seasons. NSSCRA 10 was also significant in the sense that we got Holly Starlight joining the motorsports scene. I found that to be a little strange, considering that Holly is someone who often stays in her garden home, very much loves nature, and that she likes being alone half the time. She would also join other sports events too, which I will get to it later.

2088, that was when we started joining other sports. The Valentians were vying to get a little bit into international sports action, and they like it. Perhaps it should be said that we don't exactly mind the international scene, more of that we had a bit of bad interaction and experience with some of the events that we have held. Even something as holding a dinner can get very chaotic, even when you have a lot of stuff in place to make sure that nothing goes wrong.

Going back to the idea of international sports, NSSCRA was the very first foray, and it was certainly not going to be the last, or the only one. We started participating and getting into other motorsports, Formula Racing, in particular. They called it WGPC and WGP2 - World Grand Prix Championship and World Grand Prix 2, respectively. Zastępca Strażnika Adriana Krystal Desiree “Cudowny Manipulacja Światłem” Venus Kowalski Faith Stanisława Engelse I. Cherise Krystyna Zaborowska Sztormowska Pamela Alina Re. T. Lillian is the star of formula racing for the Valentians - she was still picking up her pace, so we are confident that she is going to improve more and more as time and season goes on. After all, no one is their best at the first 2 or 3 seasons.

After this, we then went into the world of football. A few other Valentians wanted their own moment of fame and thrill of playing with international opponents, and they got it in the form of Baptism of Fire (for first-time nations who just got into international football), World Cup (the name says it all), and Cup of Harmony (for those that wanted to try their luck again after World Cup; we got the invitation for the 80th season). Football events were rather mediocre for the time being but just like Formula Racing and NSSCRA, we simply have to keep on working, and then we will improve from there. The first few seasons are always going to be difficult, and we have to embrace that, we told ourselves.

2090, and once again, we have signed up for the sports that are relevant to us. WGPC's 19th season might be coming up soon, NSSCRA 11 is already on its way, and the like. More importantly, I heard and was told that Valentine Z might be going into the world of basketball as well - with The Sixty taking less of a playing role. In other words, we might finally have ordinary Valentian citizens to be doing extraordinary things, and this is going to be one of the significant events of us as a nation. On top of that, there is anticipation that Valentine Z is also going to go into the world of International Olympics. As for who might be joining and for what events, is entirely a different thing that we have yet to work on.

For now, all I know is that the future of Valentine Z, specifically for these few decades, will be filled up with sports. We also have to ensure that all the proceedings and earnings that we got from these sporting events are returned to the people, not to make the rich richer, and the poor poorer; I am very certain that this phase is way past its expiry date for the Valentians.