Being able to stand your ground after decades of being backed into a corner by the person supposed to protect you... Yes that's reason to gloat. For some of us, this is as "normal" as it'll ever get. And it's a fucking Victory with a capital V.
My father stopped when I barged into his bedroom, heavy wooden stool held high above my head, ready to cave his skull in. I didn't have it in me, though, so he ended up with a swollen shin. I have never told him I was this close, and now that I've finally gone no contact, I doubt he'll ever know.
If I recall correctly, one mathematician in the 1800s solved a very difficult line integral, and the first application of it was in early computer speech synthesis.
You're very unlikely to get asylum, but with your skills you can get a work visa in many places. You can start by narrowing down to places in which language isn't a barrier for you. Then look at their embassy website and search for residence or work visa to check the process and retirements.
In parallel, have a passport handy. You aren't going anywhere without one.
In GNOME 3, you could use http or ftp links as filename in the File > Open dialog and the system would download that file to a temporary location before handing it over to the application.
It's an AI alpaca.