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Professor and students prototype machine to unravel textiles for re-use rather than cutting them

University of Minnesota Duluth associate professor Abbie Clarke-Sather, Ph.D., envisions a world where textile recycling is commonplace. Where thrift stores, recycling facilities and clothing brands can manage their own textile waste, turning it back into fibers that can be reused instead of going to landfills by the literal millions of tons. She and her team have been developing the Fiber Shredder for the past six years. It’s a little bit of a misnomer, as the machine pulls apart textiles rather than cutting them, leaving the fibers longer and more usable for re-spinning. It does the job in about 90 seconds.

photo: Hira Durrani (left), who is working toward her master’s in applied material science at the University of Minnesota Duluth, has developed nonwovens from recycled cotton. Paulo Alves graduated with a master’s in mechanical engineering and is working with associate professor Abbie Clarke-Sather, Ph.D., at Waypoint Forward LLC to commercialize the machine.

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hate when a batman artist isn't committed to bruce's lame bat schtick... give that man a bat insignia on the bottom of his boots rn

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LOFE oops i watched this movie for the first time and accidentally the whole thing from this post (thanks @magically-strange)

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Love is in the air 🖤🗡💀

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Jail Buddies

Once a month, Jason makes an effort to meet Dick on purpose. Sometimes even more. After all, he was a good little brother checking in with his brother. Though he had a rather uncontroversial way of doing so. One that involved getting led into a jail cell of your local police department and loudly demanding to speak to Officer Grayson.

Okay, maybe it wasn't like that it was an effort to check on his brother and just one of his many listed dumb moments of recklessness he got caught for. And he was maybe using his brother to get out without having to call Cass, Steph, Duke, Tim, Damian, Alfred or Bruce, in that order depending who was willing to bail him out every time Dick had his 'Little Wing you won't learn if I keep bailing you out.'-Phases again. Or if Dick was being petty because of a recent prank war.

Either way, while Jason was waiting for Dick to make his entrance in his cell he noticed the teen boy sharing the cell with him staring at him wide eyed. He arched an eyebrow, and decided on a whim to make friendly conversation.

"So what got you here kid?"

The teen blinked as if just realizing Jason had addressed him before grinning a bit feral, his blue eyes having an unnatural glow. "Vandalism."

Jason's eyebrow rose again, but the teen continued.

"Trashed mu place and gave my guardian's car a pretty paint job and some other stuff."

"You vandalized your own place? And got arrested."

"Fruitloop decided an overnight stay was a better punishment then leaving me unattended."

The teen shrugged and Jason couldn't help but feel like he just had heard a red flag. He opened his mouth to question the kid more but than his brother finally made his entrance.

"Little Wing! What did you do this time!?" Jason could see that Dick was out to start a rant but changed tunes when he noticed the teen.

"Danny or Dan? You are here again? When did they bring you in? Trouble at home?" Dick asked, and Jason clearly saw the telltale signs of information fishing bat style.

"Danny and the usual." Danny, as Jason now learned the kid's name was, shrugged nonchalantly like this wasn't the first time he and Dick had had that exchange.

"Seriously buddy? I had a rebellious phase as teen too but to regularly trash your home to the point that someone calls the police or vandalize your guardian's cars, buildings, advertisements or anything that has to do with him is not a solution kid." Jason arched an eyebrow at Dicks tone, feeling slightly reminded of whenever Dick lectured one of them.

"Oh I know. But it's a nice stress reliever, plus you guys are nice here. I get pizza as dinner whenever I stay the night." The kid grinned and Jason couldn't help the snort that earned him a little glare from Dick.

Instead of arguing further his brother let out a suffering sigh and let Jason out of the cell, waving him towards the exit and following him shortly after giving the kid one more look that looked like a mix between stern and pleading to stop being a rebellious teen.

Once out of earshot, Jason then chose to ask. "So what's the kid's deal?"

"Nothing, just a rebellious teen reminds me of Damian when he first appeared. He has a twin and a little sister as far as I know, both of them also known here. Their guardian is an upstanding man, though." Jason heard the hidden but.

"Did someone look into it?" He hummed more as a cover.

"Higher ups don't know, but i am running an investigation." Translation Bruce is unaware, but Dick was using Bat resources for looking into the kid's residence.

"Nice kid, didn't think he was a regular." He only commented.

"Nice and polite, you wouldn't think he did some of the things he was brought in for. Distrustful though, despite his friendly nature."

Jason nodded as Dick went through the papers to bail him out, a thought popping up in his head. Clearly, something was up with the kid that had his brother worried, and it looked like he was stuck on just doing his investigation. So, being the thoughtful little brother he was, Jason decided to help his brother.

In his uncontroversial ways, of course.

"Yo Danny, also here?" Jason grinned as he was led into the same cell the teen was in a week later.

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DCxDP demon twins AU where amnesia!Danny sees Damian, assumes he is another clone, sighs, and immediately welcomes him as his new brother. As much as he wishes this would stop happening, what is he going to do, reject him? It is not his fault he was made. Besides, what is one more clone sibling?

Damian isn't a clone obviously, but he goes along with it anyway. He didn't get along well with Danny when they were children in the league and he sees Danny's amnesia as a perfect way to restart their broken relationship.... Even if it means pretending to be a clone.

Dani is thrilled to have another clone around! (Even if he is such a "failure" of a clone that he doesn't even powers.) Jazz likes having a new little brother too. (Even if it means she now has even more responsibility.) Vlad wants to know who else is cloning Danny. (That is his evil plan!! Plagiarism!)

Damian has, in a very short amount of time, learned: his brother is alive (kind of??), his brother died (kind of???), he is not the only one with clone issues, and ghosts are real (the justice league is so not ready). He is going to have a difficult time explaining this one to the family.

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Connor is so autistic and ADHD coded (coming from an autistic person with ADHD) and I love the idea of him being just dog shit at simple tasks after deviating

Like oh, you broke through the confines of your programming? Good fuckin luck LMFOAOA

Driving? Suddenly, he sucks. There’s too many things to focus on and so many distractions and he can’t help but try and account for every little thing—both actually present and hypothetical. This ends in him having to pull over and do the android-equivalent of catching his breath after three minutes on the highway

He wants to cook? Thinks it’s as simple as following a recipe? Well he’s in for a surprise when he burns everything he touches because he gets distracted by trying to make sure everything’s prepped for the next step, plates are ready, there’s enough oil in that pan, those veggies are diced perfectly to half inch pieces, and—oh Hank said you should clean as you go—so now add in dishes and wiping down the counters and and and (whatever he had in the oven burnt to a crisp about 6 minutes ago at this point)

Basically, I can process a million different things at once which in turn makes me able to process literally nothing. I feel Connor would suffer from this too 🫶

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Actually now that I’m thinking about it, it’s weird how androids in the evidence room look covered in thirium when it must had been fully evaporated and invisible to the naked eye by the time

I mean, I like how it looks, but it’s just one of those examples of the game contradicting itself

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Do you think Connor being able to see dried out thirium is due to him being able to see like in an ultraviolet light? Does it mean he can also see dried out sperm? Can he tell the difference between the two without tasting it?

*Walking into the cheap hostel bedroom*

Hank: "Hey what's with your face?"

Connor: "I think an android has been murdered in this room."

Hank: "What the- Wait, hold on, what makes you think so?"

Connor: "Oh, wait. There's a high probability that's not what happened."

Hank: "And what do you think happened?"

Connor: "Someone got laid."

Hank: "Huh? Can you explain your thought processes?"

Connor: "Remember how I can see the traces of thirium even when it evaporates?"

Hank: "Yeah, what does- Oh. Okay, I think I get- Oh, fu-"

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@konami-code-ao3 you saw that previous post and thought about some insane angst potential. I saw your response and thought about this shitpost. You 🤝 Me

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silly silly ramble below!!! :)

ive been really thinking about connor today and especially how he’s very dog coded.

not in like the: “awww he’s sooo cute” golden retriever way but in the like.. specially trained, incredibly intelligent police dog way.

(im sure this has been talked about like a million times already but whatever)

the way police dogs seem very serious and strange compared to other dogs. the way they were trained with serving people through violence or sniffing out clues but despite that have no other purpose.

the way connor doesn’t know anything except cyberlife and doing his job. doing what he’s been programmed and told to do. he has no other purpose. the way during the chase scene with kara hank has to tell him off and come to his senses in a way that felt like someone telling a dog to heel. even him full speed chasing kara and alice felt like a police dog running them down.

or how dogs key trait is their unwavering loyalty to its owner, not realizing that their beloved owner could be abusing them. how connor put his trust in amanda and cyberlife.

in the way that a dogs owner is their entire life. and they put full trust in them. connors whole life was cyberlife and fulfilling his job, not realizing who could be impacted in the process.

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I like to think that in early post-canon, Connor just sat down and ruminated over what happened in the CyberLife tower and how he wishes he could have saved the other Connor.

Connor was in deep thought. Hank asks him what he's thinking about.

"The other Connor," he responded, voice kind of distant.

Hank stills. "Oh. Yep, that sure has gotta be weird-"

"No, that's not what I meant, I was thinking about that moment when you shot him." Connor looks up. His LED is blinking and changing colors, moving in one rapid circle.

Hank opens his mouth, but nothing comes out. "Look, if I hadn't shot him- I know that-"

The Lieutenant couldn't formulate a proper response.

He's conflicted. They were being threatened and the other Connor would not have hesitated to kill them both if it was necessary for his mission. But he also wants to show Connor that he doesn't think of androids as objects anymore, that he does see them as alive beings.

"I understand why you did it, Lieutenant. Trust me, I would have done the same thing in your position. Deviants died because of me. It's just..."

How can he say what he wanted to say? What did he want?

He wishes that it could have gone another way. That he could have convinced him, that he would have seen that he could be free, that he didn't have to obey.

"I feel...regret. Regret that I wasn't able to get through to him, like Markus to me."

Hank sighed and sat down next to him. His lips pressed tight together.

Understanding.

"Yeah, guilt sucks. It never really leaves you, but... I think I've come to learn that it doesn't have to be present all the time."

Connor furrowed. "Thinking about not thinking about it makes it worse. Like if I wasn't thinking about it, I've just accepted what happened, that I will never think about it again and will be discarded. It makes me feel like an evil person."

Hank turned around, looking at him, but Connor's stare remained towards the floor. "Hey, don't think like that. You're not evil, evil are the ones to order you to kill, no questions asked. Most of the things you feel guilty about were before you even became deviant, right?"

Breathing was harder. It wasn't panic. It was frustration.

"Yes, but not with him. Not with the other Connor. That was after I became deviant. With him, I could have done something. But I didn't.

I just wish I could have saved him."

(Now on ao3)

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"What do you want from me, Markus? I can't pin it down. What am I supposed to be to you?"

Markus turned to Connor surprised by the sudden outburst of questioning. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm built to be the ideal partner. Adapt to become whatever is needed of me. But I can't tell what you want me to be."

Connor looked frustrated. His eyebrows furrowing, jaw tight. Markus wanted to smooth that crease between his brows.

"Connor, I want you to be you."

Connor's LED flashed as he processed that statement. He looked away. Frustration replaced with uncertainty. "You want me to be me?"

"Yes."

"I don't know what that means."

Markus knew the feeling. Every deviant knew that feeling. Finding a sense of self after only knowing life as a machine wasn't easy. But deviants usually found bits of their identity in the things they attached themselves to after deviation. But Connor was trying to find his identity in what others wanted from him. It was what he was programmed to do.

Markus reached up and pressed two fingers between Connor's brows smoothing out the wrinkle between them. He withdrew his hand and placed it on the other's shoulder. "It's okay to not know. We have plenty of time to figure it out." He smiled. "Let's start with something simple. How about you pick a favorite color?"

Connor tilted his head in consideration. His eyes flickered up to meet Markus' before he looked away again.

"Green."

Markus stepped to the side letting the hand on Connor's shoulder slip to the space between his shoulder blades. He lightly guided Connor forward, and they began walking.

"That's a good color."

"I don't believe there are any bad colors when picking subjective favorites."

"True."

Connor met his eyes again, dark brown sparkling with curiosity. "Do you have a favorite color?"

"Brown," he said almost immediately. Markus blinked, surprised with himself.

The truth was, Markus didn't have a favorite color until that very moment. As an artist, he had never picked a favorite because he loved all colors. He could never choose just one. But at least for right now, brown was decidedly his favorite.

Connor nodded. "Interesting."

"What? Did I pick a bad favorite color?" he teased.

Connor's mouth quirked up into a half-smile. "No, it's just an unconventional choice."

"Guess you could say I'm an unconventional guy."

That widened Connor's smile. "I may have only been alive for a short time, but I doubt I will ever meet anyone more unconventional than you."

"Is that a compliment?"

Connor studied Markus' face for a moment. His smile softened. Warm brown eyes glittering like an amber in the sunlight. "Yes, I think it is."

Markus stopped in his tracks as Connor continued to walk forward. His thirium pump was beating fast.

After a few paces, Connor turned around to peer at him with a curious expression. Markus snapped out of his stupor and jogged to catch up to him.

Brown was definitely Markus' favorite color.

i wrote this while trying to write my angsty rk1k enemies to lovers fic bc i needed wholesome rk1k to cleanse my soul. angst with a side of fluff is my jam. prolonged angst with spicy spicy times is much harder on me to write LMAO.

special shoutout to @einradi i hope this helps brighten your day <3

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If you look closely at the new HD graphics of the PC version of Detroit become human, you will notice that the artificial liquid skins of the androids run on top of the "led" device, looking like a sort of glowing tattoo more than something "added" on top of the skin.

This is real game canon.

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connor and hank’s canon dynamic is also really beautiful to me because you have a character who has never known how to live and a character who has lost the will to live but through each other learn what it means to be truly alive

hank’s desire to live is ignited again by watching connor discover what it is to be human, the same way that connor discovering that he is more than a machine is because of the way hank treats him like a person.

oh how i love characters who completely each other so perfectly

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In my most recent ending, Connor managed to convert the androids but got killed by Sixty in the process. So he died, but not before telling Sixty that he failed his mission.

And you see how Sixty is absolutely panicking about this.

The entire scene he said how he was just a machine, all Connor had to do was to obey, how he only would do what's necessary for the mission.

And he did! He did, he killed Connor, he had him, put a stop to this illogical madness-

But what did it matter?

He failed

I like to believe that this is what causes him to deviate