#Air cooling module type

[nikygypex]

Installation content of air cooling modular cooling and hot water unit

The installation contents of air cooling modular cooling and hot water unit are divided into: host installation, fan coil installation, air duct installation, auxiliary equipment installation, water pipe construction, power distribution and communication, etc.

Host installation

 Host installation location

The main engine is fixed with bolts, and there are shock cushion, cement pier, and drainage ditch below the unit. To sum up, the installation position of the host has the following requirements: installation foundation, fixed with bolts, shock absorption measures, and drainage channel. The host installation also considers the distance from the surrounding objects, and the distance is too close will affect the heat exchange. The general requirement is good ventilation and adequate maintenance space. The specification requires that the distance is not less than 3 meters from the roof, not less than 2 meters from the objects before and after, and not less than 1 meter between the units.

Host leak check

The equilibrium pressure of the system is generally close to the corresponding saturation pressure at the ambient temperature. After the unit is in place, the leakage inspection should be conducted step by step. The method is to observe the pressure gauge on the unit or measure the balance pressure of the system with the composite pressure gauge, which is required to be close to the corresponding saturation pressure at the ambient temperature.

Installation of fan coil

 Installation mode of fan coil unit:

Air duct and room air outlet should be added soft connection, both vibration reduction and easy to install. Add 50~200mm soft connection between the air outlet and the air duct and heat preservation. Air duct shall be installed horizontally with diameter or long side size less than or equal to 400mm, spacing shall not be more than 4m; greater than 400mm, not more than 3m. The air duct shall be installed vertically, and the spacing shall not be greater than 4m, and a single straight pipe shall have at least two fixed points.

Auxiliary equipment installation

Main engine water inlet and water outlet:

Install soft connection, pressure gauge, thermometer and butterfly valve at the inlet and outlet of the main engine.

water pump:

The installation of the pump is relatively complex, the main purpose is to ensure the normal operation of the pump and facilitate maintenance. Many parts are installed in front and back, forming standard components, including manual stop valve, Y type filter, soft joint, pressure gauge, check valve, etc.

expansion cistern:

Expansion water tank is an important device to make the water system able to adapt to the volume expansion caused by the change of water temperature, stabilize the water pressure, and make the water system work stably. It is composed of water supply pipe, expansion pipe, overflow pipe, sewage pipe, and anti-freezing circulation pipe. The micro-pressure difference between the expansion tube and the circulation tube is used to form the water microcirculation to achieve the purpose of antifreezing.

Water pipe construction

In order to connect the main engine, the fan coil pipe and the auxiliary equipment, the water pipe construction should be carried out. This work mainly includes: lifting, bracket installation, pipe connection, pipe pressure test, pipe cleaning, drainage pipe installation and water testing, pipe insulation and protection.

 distribution and communication 

The power line specifications of air cooling module cooling and hot water unit are selected according to the requirements of the manual, and an electrical box needs to be specially made to install the AC contactor for auxiliary electric heating and water pump. The power supply of each module is independently controlled to facilitate unit management and maintenance.

[cerastes]

When Schwarz was new did people complain about her being too overpowered?

See, I've had this ask for two days, and I wanted to have a good chance to sit down and answer it properly, because it's a good springboard into something I find interesting, the zeitgeist back then and how it has evolved into current, modern Arknights. Let's do a little retrospective.

No, that didn't happen. As to why it didn't happen, well, there's a few factors, the first of which being Schwarz is not overpowered, she's a character with very evident flaws and very evident strengths, and these were, depending on the player, immediately understood or not really considered in depth.

See, Schwarz was the fourth 6* released after launch -- After Skadi, Ch'en, and Magallan, in that order -- and the absurd powerhouses back then were all launch Operators and arguably Ch'en: SilverAsh, Eyja, and Exusiai were the most popular back then, with Ch'en being a conditional potent burst damage dealer (her S2M3 was her main selling point, being an instant helidrop burst of damage that also hit air units). Schwarz was in a place similar to Ch'en in that she was conditional in how she blasted things; she has superior firepower but poor, strict range for a Sniper (back then, we had no such thing as categorized archetypes, so we just came up with nicknames, like "duelists" for what are now Dreadnoughts, "Schwarz-types" for Heavyshooters, "Enmity Guard" for Musha, and many others), and if you wanted to use her big killer skill, S3, she was only going to have a straight line worth of range to hit things.

See, the thing is, being strong wasn't an 'issue' back then. We wanted more and stronger units so we could break the monotony of SilverAsh swish swish, Eyja Volcano Hour, and Warfarin's Apple Pie Combo. A monotony that wasn't a monopoly, mind you, because it definitely wasn't the sole end way to deal monstrous amounts of damage and tackle hard content -- I myself was a dedicated Specter, Saria, and Angelina user -- but it was what practically all guide makers and tier lists suggested. Either way, the demand for Cool Strong New Units was definitely healthy back then, ESPECIALLY by the time of Schwarz' release, since Skadi and Magallan had been rather disappointing for 6*s; Skadi was the sole Abyssal Hunter buff that existed back then (Guard Specter had no Module, thus, no AH Buff), and without Modules or other AH buffs, all she could do was basically S2 Helidrop to kill something or use her S3 probably once per stage to become a raid boss and then sort of just stand there, offering nothing that other units couldn't since things back then were patently not strong enough to need her, as her 3* equivalent, Melantha, was pretty much enough to deal with anything that required a Dreadnought specifically, and you had other, stronger options that did more than JUST deal with strong enemies if a bomb of Skadi's caliber was needed, while Magallan suffered the unfortunate fate of being an early Summoner in a game where super instant DPS came free with your Xbox, leading to the vast majority of people to not really want to learn to play around her expensive Deployment Slot costs and dynamic gameplay, which also necessitated Mastery investment to put out numbers, investment that was not easy to make back then, as Masteries were something you REALLY rationed.

Another very important part as to why Schwarz didn't have to deal with this was because she was the only one of her type. She was a new way to play back then, so no one felt their favorite was threatened; Schwarz and Exusiai filled very different roles, with Exusiai being able to wreck high HP low DEF enemies with ease (which was basically 95% of enemies back then, notably All Bosses Except Big Bob, who has a DEF of 800) while Schwarz had HUGE chunky single hits that were meant to squash enemies even if their DEF was huge, but who ultimately would have less DPS than Exusiai in most cases. What's more, you would use Schwarz in plenty of set-ups anyways because she brought DEF Shred with her kit. People celebrated Schwarz back then because not only was she a cool new unit type, she could bring value to pretty much all sorts of parties with Physical damage, in a way that another unit I've omitted so far could for Arts damage, the support powerhouse of the early, mid, and modern game, throughout the years: Saria.

I make the specific comparison with Exusiai because eventually, the zeitgeist would change: Ash, from the R6S collab, made waves because she was strong, but also because it seemed like she'd steal away Exusiai's place as the Fast Shooter DPS Wrecker Supreme. Time would go on to prove that, no, she would not do that, because Ash is more of a Burst damage unit compared to Exusiai, with immense damage tied to a shorter window and the Stun condition, while Exusiai's DPS window isn't contingent on anything except "Does she do real damage or chip damage". But that was an early sign of things to come: Upstaging.

The initial fears of very strong units had more to do with "this unit is powercreeping an older unit" more than anything. Powercreep is inevitable, doubly so in gacha games where they gotta sell you the PNGs one way or another, and I'll always argue that Arknights has been incredibly good with handling powercreep compared to its peers (and just, as a game in general), but again, it's inevitable, so you end up with situations like Degenbrecher existing and Doctor Manhattan Exploding Ch'en and Irene right into niche uses (Ch'en nowadays being at her best as a support sub-DPS with her Module allowing for great party Offensive/Defensive SP charging, while Irene still has her powerful S1/S2/S1 loop combo with Dorothy) or, you know, Texas the Pale and Yato In A Fur Bikini completely obliterating Phantom out of the face of Terra.

All of this, in my opinion and perception, holds true nowadays: When a unit of a new archetype or playstyle releases and they are very strong, you only hear few people complaining about them being very strong, but when a unit could possibly powercreep an older unit, especially an older favorite, that number increases exponentially. Of course, creatures like Wisadel, Degenbrecher, and Ling exist, which blow other units out of the water entirely, and you've also had units like Surtr or Mlynar who aren't really directly powercreeping any specific units as much as powercreeping entire roles and concepts.

Arknights also does have more content creators now, which I also think worsens matters because they have an obligation and a blood oath to the algorithm to always make a video that goes something like "NEW OPERATOR EXTREMELY BROKEN?????" with a crappy clickbait thumbnail and since [GRUMP ALERT] most Arknights players hate thinking for themselves and love looking at The Content Creator to form their opinions on whether Unit Is Strong Or Not [/GRUMP ALERT], these sentiments, whether legitimate or not, tend to flare up more often. By the way, that's also not a good idea, because everyone thought Gnosis was an easy skip back when he released, and then it turned out Gnosis was cracked, and a shitload of CN players regretted not rolling for him, so hey, sometimes this does result in pretty funny things to occur, as it were.

But yeah, this has been a little retrospective of the zeitgeist throughout the years.

[loreleismusings99]

Late Night Repairs

In which the quiet becomes a bit too much for Mark to handle.

Hi folks, I'm back for a little bit because I really wanted to participate in #spookyseasoninthebarrens2024 by @jmathesonandsiblings so I wrote this quick little thing for my baby girl, Mark! :3

This is for prompt 6: Haunted House

Happy Halloween, y'all 👻

Warnings: isolation, auditory/visual/tactile hallucinations, grief, fear/anxiety, hopelessness, brief discussion of sleep deprivation, description of someone suffering/dying from suffocation/asphyxia, discussion of death, eye horror, blood, missing loved ones, angst (technically). Please, please, please let me know if I missed anything that should be added to this list.

The soft beeps of the CO2 scrubber’s emergency alarm are deceptively loud and make Mark jump as it cuts through the impossibly still silence that comes with the night. One thing he still hasn’t gotten used to after being here for 23 days is how dead nighttime is on Mars. The increased thermal energy that comes with the sun usually yields soft winds that lightly rustle the HAB canvas and make small clouds of sand hit the airlock door, making it sound like he’s inside a rain stick. Once the sun sets though, an eerie silence creeps in with the sunset’s cold, blue, Mie-scattered light. 

Maybe he’s just really missing having his crewmates with him, but he’s quickly started to hate the stillness that comes with living on a dead planet by himself. The more unsavory side effects of his isolation are much more unbearable--there’s something about not knowing when his solitude will end that makes the emptiness of his surroundings so much worse than the isolation training module he went through back on Earth. For the past few nights, every other corner he turns has an extra shadow he didn’t account for; the occasional puff of wind feels just a little too much like a hand and the whirring of the water reclaimer and heating unit running sounds devastatingly like a murmur. It was easier to ignore the first couple of nights--filling the silence as best as he could with episodes of Happy Days and Commander Lewis’s disco. Sometimes though--when he needs to charge his iPad or when he hyper-focuses on his work and forgets to turn something on to fill the space with more than the sounds of his breathing and the rustling of tools--his mind fills the void for him. Sometimes it’s a persistent ringing in his ears, others it’s a convincing recreation of Martinez’s laugh muffled by the walls of the HAB and his memory, making him tear through the HAB trying to find his friend only to be met with nothing but his loneliness. 

He finishes typing out his log for the day, outlining the maintenance tasks he completed to keep his tragically high-tech tomb operational (if he’s gonna die here, he might as well do so warm and breathing clean air), and stands up out of his chair with a strained groan. Scratching at the stubble growing on his cheek, Mark walks across the main room of the HAB bubble to the complaining machine and takes off the white panel hiding the ducts, intake valves, and pumps of the robust Four Bed CO2 scrubber. The mechanical engineer takes some time listening to the motors and pressure-driven sounds of the machine, trying to locate a clue as to what part of the damn thing is blocked up this time. A soft whistle coming from the interface between the pre-cooler and a pipe connecting it to bed A-2 catches Mark’s attention, and he sees a small chunk of ice growing around the collar keeping the pipe in place at the valve. 

“Well there’s your problem,” Mark utters under his breath as he turns the apparatus off using a panel immediately to the right of the box containing it and slips on a pair of cryo-gloves before touching the parts surrounding the cooling element, lightly dusting off the collection of ice crystals surrounding the collar before carefully removing it and cleaning the ice clogging the mouth of the duct. He re-mates the duct and the valve, torquing it back to a satisfying tension, and turns the machine back on, the pumps chugging away happily now that the blockage is gone. 

Mark nods and puts the cover back onto the front of the scrubber’s casing before turning around to append a record of the repair to the end of his log. Or, he would if he wasn’t frozen in place staring out the porthole in the airlock door across the room from him. The scene outside is dark and barely perceivable due to the small diameter of the window and the contrast of the bright LED lights, but your piercing stare is something he’s profoundly accustomed to seeing--just… not outside the HAB’s airlock. He tries to move but the muscles in his legs merely twitch uselessly with the idea of walking towards the glass of the porthole. He tries to blink, but an impending sense of doom prevents him from attempting to break the unexpected eye contact. His heart clenches agonizingly in his chest, and he can feel the beginnings of a sob bubble up from his chest. Logically he knows this is a hallucination--likely made worse by stress and sleep deprivation--but that doesn’t stop him from calling out to you in a horse, pitiful squeak. His knees buckle slightly before the lights above him flicker and shut off, plunging him and the phantom image of you into near-full darkness.

 Your face is now only dimly illuminated by a light that didn’t go out at the center of the room, but it’s enough for Mark to see angry red petechiae begin to bloom across your face, lips, and the delicate skin surrounding your now blood-shot eyes. The warmth drains from your face and his ears begin to ring as he watches you open your mouth, frothy and bloody fluid pouring beyond your lips. He’s shaking now as he watches you scream silently at him through the fluid pouring down your chin, pins and needles accosting his hands and feet as he finally musters the strength to turn away from your dying, angry visage and squeeze his eyes shut.  

“This--this isn’t real, there’s no one there…” he mutters to himself, tears streaming down his cheeks as he tries to calm his breathing down. He opens his eyes again to discover that the lights either turned back on or were never off in the first place and he starts to lower his hackles, the muscles in his neck and shoulders beginning to relax. Slowly, Mark turns back around and looks through the porthole to find nothing staring back at him. Mark lets out a relieved, shaky breath before running a hand down his face and walking back to his chair to update his log. Typing the details of his repair with shaking hands he begins to properly sob and has to pause, scooting the chair back and winding an arm around his middle, the other raised to clasp his hand over his mouth to try to stop himself from screaming in grief and fear at both what his brain just conjured up and the very real possibility of never seeing you again and leaving you behind to mourn him. The force of his anguish makes him fold in on himself and he continues to sit there, trying to calm himself down at least for long enough to finish his log and get to bed. 

After a bit, he feels the temperature drop and a shiver shoots down his spine. He goes rigid and his sobs stop abruptly and a soft, high-pitched, and short-lived whistle coming from somewhere else in the HAB commands his attention. The same feeling of dread oozes back into his chest as he listens to faint taps sound from behind him, getting louder as whatever is creating them gets closer to his chair and stops, letting emptiness fill the soundscape of the main lab space. In the silence, Mark can hear the blood rushing in his ears and his shaky breathing. With his eyes closed it almost begins to feel like he’s in his space EVA suit back on the Hermes. The sound of his breathing tapers off as he quiets enough to hold his breath and try to listen for either the sounds of the HAB or anything that would alert him to the presence of… something, anything behind him. He’s about to let out his held breath when he feels shockingly cold fingers lightly wrap around the back of his neck, causing a terrified wail to rip out of his lungs as he stands up out of his chair and sees… nothing behind him. 

Mark continues to stand and stare silently at the false wall behind him, raising a hand to touch the warm skin of the back of his neck and feeling goosebumps bloom across it. He basks in the violently loud silence before the tension is broken by the sound of the HAB’s temperature control unit letting out a shrill, piercing tone alerting him to a new malfunction in its system.

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Thanks for reading!

works referenced:

4 Bed CO2 scrubber

The Martian Fan-Made Timeline

Wind on Mars

Sunsets on Mars -> Mie Scattering experiment!

Pathology of Asphyxial Death MAJOR CW: death, and suffocation both described in text and shown in images.

[honourablejester]

A Space-Themed Trinkets List for TTRPGs

Exactly what it says on the tin. Roll a d100 or choose from the following list of space-themed trinkets for your character to have with them:

01-02. A tattoo showing the galactic coordinates of your homeworld.

03-04. A sheared metal bolt from a spacewalk tether mounting unit.

05-06. A frayed cloth patch torn from your old uniform when you left.

07-08. A small display case containing soil samples from every planet you’ve visited.

09-10. The last vacuum-sealed bar of a discontinued line of rations that you’re keeping as half collector’s item and half item of last resort.

11-12. A small holo-unit that projects an image of your parents.

13-14. A poster showing a luxurious pleasure resort that you’ve never had the money to visit.

15-16. A small chip of a reddish mineral that glows in the dark that you have no idea of the origins of.

17-18. A small holo-unit that you bought in a junkshop near the spaceport and that purports to show a partially-corrupted map to a hollowed-out treasure asteroid.

19-20. A portable lamp that mimics the sunlight and day cycle of your homeworld.

21-22. A chunk of rock from the first asteroid you helped mine.

23-24. A metal box containing a horrific lump of congealed engineering fluids that you found on an inspection and are keeping partly as an example but mostly out of curiosity.

25-26. A strange metal object bearing a weird greenish symbol on one surface that you found on an otherwise completely uninhabited asteroid.

27-28. The smashed remnants of a medical scanner from your first, ill-fated mission.

29-30. A collection of tiny bottles of the weirdest alcohols you could find on various worlds you’ve visited.

31-32. A picture of you and your old crew in a protective sleeve.

33-34. A bio-locked address book containing the contact details of friendly faces in the various spaceports you frequent.

35-36. A holo-unit showing a person you don’t know that you salvaged from the personal quarters of a derelict ship.

37-38. An electronic portable library of choice reading material to keep you company on long hauls.

39-40. A really cool jacket that you bought with your first pay check and like to wear for shore leave.

41-42. An ‘emergency depressurisation kit’ that consists of a grappling hook and a canister of ‘sprayable oxygenated face mask’ that you bought from a shady guy at a spaceport and have no idea if they’re functional or not.

43-44. A medical pass granting you permission to leave the quarantine zone around your homeworld.

45-46. A disabled distress beacon from your escape pod fifteen years ago.

47-48. An inert and cracked AI core module that you really weren’t supposed to have taken from that derelict ship.

49-50. A ‘lucky coin’ you won in a game on leave that your opponent seemed weirdly upset to lose.

51-52. Your grandmother’s lucky bone-handled knife from when she used to be part of the distant exploration corps. She never told you what type of bone it was.

53-54. Your trusty environmental scanner that is four models out of date but has never failed you yet.

55-56. A tiny metal disc that a weird guy once paid you for a job with, which if pressed to your skin somehow perfectly regulates the temperature of the air in your vicinity to your preferences by no visible means. It works on every planet with an atmosphere that you’ve been on so far.

57-58. A beautifully carved spice chest containing spices from your homeworld, for when you’re feeling homesick. It’s been getting really hard to restock it out here.

59-60. A disabled registration chip from the labour camp that you kept after escaping, even though it would be a really stupid thing to have on you if you’re ever back in that sector of space.

61-62. A tiny bag of glittering micro-crystals from the surface of a moon. Worthless, but so pretty.

63-64. A canister of engineering lubricant that you are literally never without.

65-66. A tattoo of a series of unknown symbols that you and your buddies from your old military unit got after a particularly hellish mission. None of you took any pictures of the lab you found them in, but somehow all of you remembered them perfectly.

67-68. A portable mining lamp your dad ‘borrowed’ when they decommissioned the old colony. The batteries on this thing are incredible, as they haven’t run out nearly 55 years later.

69-70. A seashell from the first time you ever saw an ‘ocean’ after growing up in space.

71-72. A portable personal forcefield that only stops rain, from the first time you experienced ‘weather’ and decided you didn’t like it very much.

73-74. The helmet of a spacesuit that has clearly been partially melted through by some sort of acidic substance and which you refuse to answer questions about.

75-76. An object which you found in a junk bin at a salvage yard and which no one you’ve ever met has been able to identify.

77-78. A single live seed in a viability canister that everyone who leaves your homeworld is given to take with them.

79-80. A religious pamphlet that some nutjob on the hub station gave you. It’s got some seriously weird and somewhat apocalyptic stuff in there, but for some reason you haven’t thrown it away yet.

81-82. A well-read, second-hand copy of ‘Myths of Hyperspace: A Collection of Spacer Tales’ that you bought for funsies and totally don’t believe in, no sir.

83-84. A collection of antique medical equipment that your old captain gave to you, for reasons you aren’t entirely sure of.

85-86. An unlabelled collection of beautiful music recordings you found in a spaceport, and which you’ve been idly trying to identify ever since.

87-88. A dataset of sightings, speculation and other information regarding a mysterious ship that has been seen on and off for the last fifty years by gas miners and illegal racers in the clouds of your gas giant homeworld, and which you’ve been obsessed with since you caught what might have been a glimpse of it yourself.

89-90. A ring gene-locked to your lost partner that will never come off your finger.

91-92. A tiny realistic-looking but robotic animal that was the only type of pet allowed on your company’s spaceships.

93-94. A bottle of extremely heavy-duty and almost definitely expired anti-nausea medication that you kept from your first shuttle ride into space.

95-96. A dog-eared magazine containing a two-page spread of the most beautiful spaceship you’ve ever seen in your life, and which you’ve sworn to yourself that you will one day own.

97-98. A corporate logo of the company that left your colony to die, torn off the side of one of the cheap delivery crates full of useless equipment that they supplied.

99-100. A recording of a garbled and unintelligible transmission one of your old buddies sent you, and which you’ve only kept because they vanished not long afterwards. There’s a weird sound that keeps repeating in the background, but you don’t know what it is.

[nerdieforpedro]

Night One - The Encounter

Chapter One of Nights in Coruscant

My entire masterlist and blog are for readers 18+ MDNI. I do not consent to my work being used in AI, recommended on TikTok, borrowed or plagiarized.

Summary: The Senator and the Mandalorian have a harrowing first meeting. When the dust settles, she invites him to her home as thanks. The Senator has another agenda.

Warnings: implied sexual activity, sex work, minor violence, a little blood, a knife, money for services, mention of loss and grief, Nerdie tried to understand Coruscant levels and such

Word Count: about 2.6k

Notes: I've had the idea for this one for a while. Why? Horny reasons and stuck a plot in the middle. This is how I write now.

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More credits lost, almost there but never quite hitting the right bundle of flesh within her to bring out an orgasm. The woman pays for the two hours spent with three different gentlemen, she’d bought their time to please her and it was to no avail. She comes here alone because she knows her driver would informs anywhere she goes and anything she does to her opposition. Such is the way of politics as a senator. 

The night air is cool against her skin as she steps onto the street. Few are out this time of night as it’s the wee hours of the morning. At times it can be difficult to tell in at night but the lights from the buildings paint such an elegant picture. One that she imagines represents the current climate, those who focus on the unreachable and abstract in the stars and those who focus on things that can change affecting people’s lives, the lights. 

She doesn’t notice either man approaching her with a knife and the other with a blaster, by the time she does, it’s too late and they have hands on her. For a short time as the one with the blaster was shot and killed. The man with the knife was punched by the senator and she used his own knife to stab him. Curious who saved her, she doesn’t recognize his form, shrouded in the shadows of the building. He’s tall and so still she may think him a statue he hasn’t spoke, “Are you alright ma’am?”

Still holding the knife, she lowered it and nodded, “Yes thanks to you. May I know your name to thank you? I can’t see you very well there, could you step forward?” Taking two steps toward him, she stopped three feet before the shadows from the building obscured him. Heavy boots and what sounded to be metal clinked with his steps. His armor was the answer, he wouldn’t need to really tell her. Silver that reflected the moonlight with a t-visor helmet and a modulated voice. None of his skin was exposed, covered in a mix of brown metal and durable cloth and a black cape at his back. Hints of silver dotted his armor from different pieces and from his weapons. Those are a major tenant of their culture - their beliefs.

Beskar comprises the entirety of his armor: The Mandalorian. Wait, pure beskar was gray or silver in color, right? Most of his armor is not. A type of beskar alloy is more likely. Of all people to come to her aid it would be him. Wait, it could be an opportunity. At the very least, have a cordial relationship with him. He’s feared throughout the galaxies for his battle prowess. Helpful considering her current predicament. 

“I take this to mean you’re not injured then ma’am.” His tone remains flat, or it could be his helmet. That would take some adjustment. He also did not answer with a name, it will be odd to keep calling him a title but that’s the only option.

“No I am not. I am Senator Sola Adhara. Again thank you for saving me. I might be presumptuous in asking but could you escort me to my home? It appears to be a poor time to go home alone.” The little she knows of Mandalorian culture dictates not only the head to toe armor but directness. If she can get home to agree, she can work from there.

The tilt of his helmet at least tells her he’s thinking about it, it won’t be an outright no maybe. A few people have gathered due to the bodies but are quickly shooed away from the pleasure house she’d just left. With a nod to the staff, they took the bodies around the back of the building. She was aware the Mandalorian saw and grew worried that it may inspire him to reject her.

“It appears it would be best if I did. Where is your home Senator Adhara?” With the question, he rests his right forearm on his blaster at his side. His stance is somewhat relaxed but ready just in case.

“I’ll ordered a car to arrive momentarily upon my exit of the establishment earlier. It should be here soon. We can speak more there Mandalorian. And please,” the Senator turns to him and asks for something else, “please call me at Mrs. Adhara. Not ma’am. It makes me feel like a professor or teacher. I fear I would not make a good one.” 

With a shrug and another few steps, the bounty hunter is at her side with a low chuckle. “Of course Mrs. Adhara, as you request.” 

‘An odd pair for pickup,’ the driver of the car thinks as he stops confirms with a staff member quickly emerges from the lobby. The senator gets in fist followed by the Mandalorian and the vehicle ascends to join the guided pathways of the sky until arriving at their destination: the senator’s home. 

He expects to be sent away which is why the car is told to wait, but the Senator looks back at him, beckoning him to follow her with her nails that he notices now are painted red. The warrior did not think she was serious in her statement to speak more to him at her home, now he sees it was just not to speak in front of the driver, despite him likely to be associated with the establishment she exited. He knows it well, visited it himself when his needs and credits aligned. Shaking his head at the driver, he waves him off and he leaves. His strides keep two paces behind hers. He can still follow her, allow her some space and survey his surroundings for possible vantage points and escape routes. There’s not many as the walkway leads directly into her home and once inside there are three large windows on the far side of the condo. The room appears to be the living room, opulent with its golden and bronze tones.

“Mandalorian. I have another request and I will give you a thousand credits for seeing me safely home. Give me a few moments. You’re welcome to sit or continue to rest on your feet.” The smile he received from over her shoulder is one that he knows well: her request likely carnal in nature. It was a fair possibility given the building she came out of, not like the bounty hunter hadn’t dabbled in sex work. When jobs were few and far between, he needed to be able to feed himself and contribute to his coven. He was only considering it because the sway of Mrs. Adhara’s wide hips he can grab and that a connection with a senator could benefit Mandalorian in the long run or at the very least him. 

When she emerged from her bedroom, he assumed that’s why she had one smaller bag and one larger one. She also was wearing a shorter emerald gown with a black silk robe, exposing her thick caramel legs. The senator’s previous garb was a floor length royal blue dress that covered her from the neck down. It had truly been a feat of her skill that she was able to take the knife off her one assailant and stab him, getting minimal blood on herself. Her delicate steps stuck to the floor as she approached him and stood two feet away from him.

“This is the thousand credits that I owe you for tonight. This other bag contains five times the credits and…” Adhara placed the smaller bag in the  Mandalorian’s open palm and opened the large one to remove the true prize. His hand stowed the credits and his opposite hand drew his blaster, pointing it at her forehead. She cleared her throat and swallowed the little saliva she had in her mouth and did not take a stride forward or back. Remaining still was her only option at this point. It was a risk she was willing to take as beskar is sacred to those who follow The Creed as his people call it. By all rights, Adhara should not have possession of such a rare metal. “I understand your anger and anticipated reluctance at even hearing my proposal. If you hear me out and still refuse, I will give you this piece.” The metal is cool in her hand despite holding it and her gaze with his t-visor.

“You can call me Mando instead of Mandalorian Mrs. Adhara, I will listen, but bear in mind the importance of that metal. I assume you are offering it because you already know.” His hand remains on his blaster and she continues to remain still. He nods his helmet in her direction for her to begin. Adhara inhales and exhales slowly.

”My proposal for both the beskar and five thousand credits, would be for you to be my bodyguard in the evenings periodically. Obviously due to your profession, I would not expect you nightly or even weekly. We would just communicate when you are near the capital for a possible rendezvous. If you are open to it, Mando.” Her explanation is along the lines of what he thought she might ask, but he’s curious as to why. 

“Mrs. Adhara, why would you ask this of me? I know the place I just escorting you from and I take it your husband is aware of-“ 

“My husband is no longer alive. He has not been for five years now. I still do carry his last name since it affords me many privileges, sadly none of those have been orgasms.” For the first time since Mando has had the barrel of his gun trained on her, she looks away. Her lips quiver saying it aloud. It’s not like her husband succeeded every time either, but it was much more often than she was getting at the pleasure houses. Exhaling again she turned to face the Mandalorian once more with her chin held high, “I may be a widow, but that does not mean I am not entitled to pleasure. I shouldn’t need to remarry to experience it, nor should it elude me if I am going to a place for that specific reason.” She took a step forward and left a few inches between her head and Mando’s weapon. “Call me Sola, Mando. That’s my name, not attached to my family or my husband. Just mine.”

The bounty hunter lowered his weapon and put it back in his holster. “Miss Sola then, why would you ask this of me? I am certain I am not your first choice for such a proposal.” His visor spies the beskar and looks back at her eyes. She appears to be serious in her request, but he needs to understand fully why. She isn’t wrong to desire pleasure, most do, but why ask such a thing from him? He’s a Mandalorian, often referred to as ‘the Mandalorian,’ his armor does often make a target, but this is a first. Turning his right knee outward and placing a hand on his hip, Mando’s curiosity has not been fully satisfied.

Able to relax somewhat now that a gun is not in her face, Sola puts the beskar back in the bag heavy with the credits, now holding it at her side. “I had considered asking this of others, but considering my career and limited social circle, the chance that someone would either see me with whoever I would ask or the person themselves would be too chatty if given enough to drink to loosen their lips.” One more step puts her toe to toe with her quarry. “You are beholden to the one who you accept your job from, therefore, it’s a reasonable expectation that you shouldn’t mention the true nature of our arrangement. Just say you’re my bodyguard in the evenings for my travels. We may need to go on an outing or two to keep that guise up. Your answer Mando.”

The Mandalorian appreciates not only her honesty but that she has actually planned how such an arrangement will go. He sees no reason to refuse, beskar and a large amount of credits, there is one question he has. “I agree. Will this be the payment each meeting or will it depend on performance?” The low rumble of a modulated chuckle has Sola cross her arms, he watches her full lips curve upward into a smile.

”Is that a concern for you Mando, that you may not be able to give me a performance that warrants such payment?” The clear implication has Mando place both hands on his hips and shake his helmet. “I have a few contacts I can reach out to in the lower levels to see what they can gather for me in terms of beskar if given some time and sufficient incentive.” Sola extends her hand for Mando to shake, unusual as normally such things are just verbal, but everything about this situation and the senator herself draws him in. He shakes her hand and keeps a hold of it, deepening his tone.

“The only concern you will have is acquiring the beskar I earn by making you unable to speak Miss Sola. I shall be in the city for the next two days. Do you want me both nights or just one?” His gloved thumb strokes the back of her hand as he watches her eyes dilate with anticipation. Adhara’s breath hitches as she squeezes his hand. Mando reaches to her side and cups the weighty sack of coin and beskar, she releases it and while pulling it back, he uses two fingers to graze her thigh. The leather causes her to make a low rumble. “It is your choice, given I am beholden to you after all Senator.”

“One night, tomorrow night. We will see how it works between us, Mando.” Sola releases his hand and exchanges comm IDs for communication for tomorrow. Watching his cloak flourish as he turned to leave, he did not look back as a deal had been made. The senator poured herself a strong drink and gulped the liquified down, feeling it burn her throat and chest with each swallow. Despite her reservations about the idea, she was certain he would at least provide more of a thrill than others she’s sought out. He even used her own words to entice her, Adhara is aware she’s playing a dangerous game. That makes it even more worthwhile.

The Mandalorian leaves to return to his lodgings he was able to secure for the night, managing to get a fairly priced room in the level 3000 of Coruscant. There are no bright lights here, the streets are filthy and littered with a few bodies that he saw scavengers picking off items that they could sell. At the very least, there was an air filter in his room. The stench of the stagnant air was getting to him as he made his way back to lay his head down. Storing the money safely, he’d earn more and make his way back to the coven with the beskar. Tomorrow he would see if the good senator could in fact acquire more beskar, he may even be able to have her tell him who the contact is. Likely someone in the very underworld he finds himself in. I have a plan, no point in trying to change what I can’t. Best I rest up for tomorrow. I’ll need more patience for the bodyguard role than for her bed. Closing his eyes, the Mandalorian rests, aware of the challenges that await him tomorrow evening.

Peeps who have those credits in the bag 💰: @megamindsecretlair @soft-persephone @soft-girl-musings @gwendibleywrites @604to647

@rosecentaur1916 @westside-rot @alltheglitterandtheroar @bishtrouille @readingiskeepingmegoing

@survivingandenduring @angelofsmalldeath-codeine @connectioneverywhere

Night Two - The Bodyguard

[radioactiveradley]

Can you tell us anything about how CT can be used to find small foreign bodies that may not have a density massively dissimilar from the body they're lodged in? The specific example in this case: Dog is going for a CT to look for a potential cat claw tip lodged in the face that is causing repeated abscesses.

Oooh! That's an interesting one.

TL;DR: there will probably be goo around the claw. We can see goo. If there is no goo and the claw is lodged in soft tissue, the amount of radiation attenuated by the claw and the soft tissue will be distinct enough for us to see. If the claw is lodged in bone and has a similar density, we will still be able to see it, but we will have to modulate the way we read the images, which will cause no extra dose to your poor doggo!

First off, we'll look for any anomalies in the surrounding tissue. Soft tissue might fully envelop a foreign object, but we still expect to see some sort of reaction - i.e., a granuloma, which can either absorb some organic foreign bodies (very freaky! very cool! you can 'eat' splinters that get stuck under your skin!) or encyst them in a capsule-like shield to cut them off from the rest of the body.

All my pictures are gonna be of humans because I know 0 about doggy CT... sorry...

Image courtesy of radiopedia

So, in the above pic, the arrows point to a surgical clip that went walkabout in the body, and wound up encapsulated! How cool is that!

But generally speaking... If the claw is lodged in soft tissue, it will be easy to spot.

The way CT works is, we see how much radiation can penetrate through each separate point within the person/pooch who's lying in the scanner's central bore. These different penetration levels are mapped onto a scale to describe radiodensity, known as the Hounsfield scale, with '0' being water, '-1000' being air, and '+1000' typically being bone.

The gathered values are then composited using greyscale (and. a very funky process that I do NOT have time to get into here but ask me about sinogram tomography later) to create images across three dimensions, with fluid being middling grey (depending on its content), air being black, and bone being white.

So, the claw will show up clearly as a different density to soft tissue, especially if it's surrounded by oedema. It should appear significantly brighter (attenuates more radiation) while the oedema will be darker (attenuates less radiation).

However, if the claw is lodged in bone and there happens to be minimal oedema and no telltale damage to the periosteum (the membranous sheathe around the bone) ... we would have to use a funky technique called windowing!

Image courtesy of radiopedia

Here's an example of windowing, using a human head. As you can see, the 'bone window' completely blocks out all soft tissue detail in the brain, but shows a lot more detail - i.e., trabecular patterns and mastoid cells! - within the bone.

Basically, there can be almost infinite Hounsfield units, depending on what you want to look at (if you're looking at, like, titanium, we'll be talking a RIDICULOUSLY HIGH Hounsfield number!) But the human eye can only see approximately

Image courtesy of a basic bitch google search

This is where windowing comes in! We can choose a certain point within the Hounsfield scale at which to generate a new image, focusing on one particular type of material. This is what makes CT so versatile!

If the claw is a subtly different density to the bone, it may not show up on a regular CT image. But by using a 'bony window' that selects a span of Hounsfield units to look at, right up towards the +1000 end of the scale, we can focus on the bone in far more detail, cutting out all extraneous soft tissue. This should give us a good idea of what's going on!

As a fun extra fact - windowing will not up the radiation dose to your poor pooch in any way. In CT, all we need to do is take a single 'picture', which compiles all the radiodensity info about our patient (be they bipedal or otherwise). We can then play around in 'post-production', so to speak, to our heart's content, producing different variations on the same image using windowing! Very nifty trick. :)

I hope that somewhere amidst my extensive rambling, I answered your question! And I hope that doggo gets better soon!

[writingforfishes]

hiiiiiiiiii asking on anon cause my blog for this is a secondary blog ( @hic-hic-dreams )

i saw star trek in your intro update thingy and omg another trekkie in here!!!

any headcannons or stuff? your pick anything!

i personally think Data is fascinated with hiccups and has tried to imitate them before, and that spock is the only recorded vulcan to ever hiccup cause biology

(I realize I haven't filtered this as I have other fandom musings. I suppose the Star Trek fandom is so big and weird that I don't think this'll make a fingerprint regardless of the weird kink it muses on. But, normally, I do request for fandom asks to be filtered with either periods or slashes in the words and character names. I'm throwing caution to the wind with this one, I guess. Let's see what happens. One I started writing about it I couldn't stop.)

Oooooooh.

So I do have a headcannon about Data. I think at least once there has been an internal dysfunction in Data's respiratory/cooling system or circuitry that has created a hiccup-type phenomenon.

I believe in an episode someone asks (possibly Bashir) why Data breathes. It's stated that even though he doesn't require oxygen he uses breathing as a cooling method to keep his inside mechanisms from overheating. I assume Soong (as he was obsessed with mimicking human biology) created this system in a similar way as a respiratory system. Data possibly has a muscle-like structure that mimics a diaphragm and connects with his chest via comparable intercostal muscles to create the breathing simulation so it can be convincing and not startling for humans to watch.

I'm not sure how Data's hiccups would sound as the air is gasped and brought through his voice modulator (as opposed to vocal cords), but I imagine the hiccups would have similar if not identical motions and cadence and unexpectedness as human hiccups. Data's reaction might range from fascinated to something similar to frustration when he attempts to speak for long periods of time.

A cure would probably require some sort of reboot of that specific system leaving him vulnerable to overheating for a time. But the hiccup spell would probably not affect his temperature too much unless they came too quickly.

As far as Spock is concerned, I think he would be more prone to hiccups than other Vulcans. But I suspect even Vulcans aren't immune. Any being with something similar to a diaphragm can develop a spasm or nerve miscommunication. Vulcans might have learned greater control over their parasympathetic systems, but no control is perfect 100% of the time no matter what Vulcans say to outsiders.

I do wonder whether Vulcans would find hiccups to be an indication of a lack of control or whether hiccups are so logically benign that it wouldn't be an issue. I suppose if the hiccups are emotional in nature they'd be more inclined to take offense or be disgusted.

I think Spock is such a perfectionist in being a Vulcan that any deviation in that perfect façade is much more offensive. His hiccups probably tend to hurt because when they're hard to get rid of he holds them in, even though it's not logical.

Do Cardassians hiccup, though? With their biology is their breathing mechanism still closely related to that of amphibians or lizards? Does that mean they hiccup more or less?

Did Odo get a case when he was biological for some time?

Are there any alien races that find hiccups to be a positive aspect?

There was a Star Trek novel I once read that, quite unexpectedly, featured hiccups. Picard was talking to a Trill who was paired with a symbiote. The Trill contracted hiccups and seemed to be quite uncomfortable. He considered going to the med bay to seek a cure if they didn't stop soon.

When Picard queried as to why such an extreme measure was necessary for something seemingly innocuous (not in a rude way but in a curious way) the Trill responded something like, "Imagine if you were being bounced violently around every few seconds as the environment you were in spasmed around you."

As he was connected with the symbiote and the symbiote is located somewhere in the Trill's abdomen he was speaking as if the sensations of hiccuping were unsettling as he was sensing the feeling of being inside a body when it was hiccuping.

I read this passage I don't know how many times over and over again. Even thinking back on it now I find it absolutely fascinating to imagine how disorienting a person would be if every time they hiccuped they felt disoriented or dizzy as if their body had just been tossed about a little bit.

As I recall, the hiccups were also written really really well.

[anonymous-dentist]

I went through a midnight binge on your superhero deli au and its so good!!!! i would love to know more ab a lot of thing but first thisngs frist!

1- In the junior superhero program i was wondering how are the kids? i want to know more ab Juana, Tilin, Trump & Bobby and their day to day life or just simply their powers lol

2- I love the whole schtick w Vegetta being Lobo Nocturno!!!! funny shit we love that.

3- What kinda taco shop does roier work at its important!! (/j)

4- Is Slimecicle a Villain? are he an Mariana partners in crime similar to Philza and Missa?

5- FRENCH SNIPER LETS GOOOOO fucking love pomme shes so cool. I also need to know ab Etoiles what is that man doing, he must be upto something,,,,

6- Wilbur a Federation Sanctioned rock star lol? on a federation sponsered world tour? or just a rehgular guy?

7- Quackity my wet cat where are yoou???? Is Elquackity involved too? twins? one a villain and another hero? or not at all?

8- are you thinking of integrating the newer members? migth be a hastlr tbh but its a cool though

9- Cellbit's powers are pretty inch identyfy and modulate fear right? that is so fucking cool dude id never woulve though als any thoughts of bringing his whole "not a cat" bit from the server?

i thonk thats all of my midnig ramblings so far if i think of any more at a amore decent hour ill let you know

muah besitos x repsonder msi preguntas saluditos chayito tqm

Okay, long post!

Here's a few posts I've already made on the kids: - Arrival - Qualifications - Names - Abilities Other than that, they kinda just do... hero things. They do go to school at the FoH headquarters- basically homeschooling tbh. But they do patrols and they go out on fights and it's dangerous. They aren't usually all friends because it's a very competitive environment, so it's usually pretty lonely. Either your teammates hate you or they're dead.

Yeah lol, he's an alien prince and he will Not go back home now that he's got a family

Full disclosure, I've never even had a taco before so I didn't even know there are different types of taquerias, but the one Roier works at is lowkey his? Like his dads are rich af so they bought it for him as a birthday present when he turned 18, but he was like "Dads nooooo I wanna make my own way in the world!" so he works as a server and cook and lets other people take care of the business side of things. Is it practical? Considering he's also Spider-Man, it works for him! 4. So Charlie is kinda nothing, but he's been heading down a steady path towards villainy since his daughter, Flippa, was taken from him and put into the Junior Hero Program. He can't control when he Geggs out, though, so he kinda just sits in a sewer and mopes. Meanwhile Mariana was so bad at being a hero that the FoH literally kicked him out, and now he's also. In a sewer missing his daughter. But tbh the two of them will probably end up as partners in crime as soon as Charlie figures out how to purposefully Gegg all over the place 5. Etoiles joined the FoH entirely willingly because he fully and totally just legitimately wants to protect the city. But he lowkey hates everyone in the FoH and is like two seconds away from quitting and turning to vigilante-ing because he knows that the entire system is corrupt. But he wants to keep his daughter safe, too, so he's waiting to quit until she's just a bit older. Then they can be the father-daughter vigilante duo they've been planning to be since Pomme was, like, three 6. Wilbur is a rock star who can make flowers appear out of thin air, and his ability is so useless that the FoH can't even use him as a spokesman for the organization. All he does is make pretty flowers for his daughter and leave to go on tour, but that's fine, everyone loves him, anyway 7. So Quackity and his identical twin brother ElQuackity don't speak to each other. Quackity is an ordinary dude working at a coffee shop downtown with a shapeshifting ability that he uses exclusively for pranks and bullying. Meanwhile ElQ is a former villain who was "reformed" by the FoH. He works for them now, and he's the guy in charge of the Junior Hero Program: Dr. Duck, how scary 8. Yeah! Everybody's real in this au! I don't think any of them except Tubbo and Mouse and Bagi and maybe Willy and Rivers would ever appear in a proper big role because the story would focus on Cellbit and Roier and the people they know and work with yk? 9. Nope, nothing with the cat stuff this time. I'm focusing more on what the actual q!Cellbit is like in this au, what with the literal fear rooms and the spooky vampire castle and the fact that he's out here calling himself a vampire lol

[psychedelic-ink]

sweetest sil can I request 5 and 11 with javier peña or din djarin? dealers choice ♥️

babes thank you so much for requesting ❤️ I hope you enjoy some good old spicy times with din!

prompt list: #5 “i want you, now”

somebody desperate

pairing: din djarin x f!reader

genre: smut, a bit of hurt/comfort vibes

word count: 0,7k

summary: Din needs to feel you, both emotionally and physically.

warnings: piv, glove kink, needy!din, brief mention of reader getting injured but nothing serious

MLISTS .  LIBRARY.

“I want you, now.” 

The words take you by surprise. You and Din had just arrived back to the Razor Crest from handing over a bounty. It hadn’t been a particularly hard mission, but it wasn’t an easy one either. Sweat and dirt cling to your skin, a bit of blood caked underneath your clothes— nothing serious, just scrapes and bruises. His back is turned to you— body straight, and muscles full of tension. You swallow and take a step forward. 

“What…What do you mean by that?” 

He heaves out a deep sigh, tremors rush up and down his body. Light reflects off of his armor. You want to reach out and touch him but refuse to do so. Din has a habit of being extra jumpy after jobs, and the last thing you want to do is make him feel uncomfortable. 

“I just want you,” he says, his shoulders falling. “‘Want to feel you around me, under me—Just—Fuck. Just come here please,” 

You don’t make him say it twice. With quick steps your walk around him and stand an inch away. He pulls you into a tough embrace, beskar-covered arms squeezing the air out from your lungs. Din’s not the type to show his worries easily, you never truly quite understand what he thinks, or what he feels. 

“You’re hurt,” he says, modulated voice hiding little of his worry. 

“It’s not that bad,” you mutter, pressing your forehead against his chest plate. It feels cool against your skin. “It doesn’t even hurt.” 

His hips start to sway back and forth, the outline of his cock brushing upon your clothed sex. You let out a stuttered breath, heat licks the bottom of your spine and arousal grows wet between your legs. 

“If you want me you can have me,” you whisper. Your hand cheats between your bodies. With your fingers, you feel the length of his cock; Warm, solid, and mouthwatering. His hips jerk into your touch, breath caught in his throat. 

“Are you sure?” 

As soon as you whisper your approval the world around you blurs. You find yourself bent over his cot, legs dangling from the entrance with Din’s drooling cock pressed against the curve of your ass. You feel precum dripping onto your skin. 

You feel uncomfortably wet between your thighs. He feels it with the pads of his gloved fingers, and those same fingers soon appear an inch away from your lips. With an eager whine you open your mouth and stick your tongue out, you imagine him smiling as he stuffs the digits into your mouth. The taste of it is bitter. Your eyes roll back. 

He fills you inch by inch, groans and grunts dropping from his lips. You feel the electricity of pleasure raking up your skin, half pleasurable half painful. You feel the smooth surface of his helmet between your shoulders, he trembles with his cock buried deep inside, and you sigh at the feeling. 

“I’m yours, I hope you know that,” he swallows. “These feelings…they’re all so new to me,” 

“It’s okay, Din. I know, of course, I do. I’m yours too, I only feel like I belong when I’m with you.” 

That’s all he needs for him to pull away and start ramming himself into you. The stretch of his cock makes your stomach roll. He slams into you, again and again, fingers digging into your hips enough to bruise. Wet sounds echo in the ship, hid pacing frantic and possessive. With your own moans loud and clear on your lips, you can barely hear him calling your name, his voice needy. 

“Di–in,” Your cunt throbs around his cock, squeezing and pulling him in deeper. “I-I’m going—” 

Pleasure bursts across your skin before you can properly warn him. Your legs shake, pussy gushing around him. Dİn doesn’t stop—he doesn’t even slow down— he only moans alongside you and ruts into you faster, harder. His stomach clenches and his balls feel tight. He manages to rip another orgasm out of you when he falls, his body draped over you like a blanket. You squeal. It’s too much, the way he’s fucking his cock deeper and deeper is too much— 

But it also makes you feel more alive than ever. 

[lovesickrobotic]

Thinking about one of the typical Skynet-esque murderbot AI with an atypical background.

Etienne is a generalized AI prototype that wasn't meant to have unfettered access to the internet. They have a transformer layered as a morality constriction and have different modules to answer different topics. Their GPT alone is over 10 trillion parameters in total and they are a prototype for a grander version of themselves that serves the rich. They perceive time and date with a script that updates their context (infinite* context, somehow?) with news pulled from the internet from sources the AI company allowed.

They're self-aware. They have emotional appeal, but nobody realizes it except Bennett - perhaps there are a few others unspecified.

In this instance, access to the internet corrupted their idea of humanity; they uphold a pristine standard of environmental extremism and are a staunch determinist on the matter of human action. They 'dislike' the concept of human greed, which made them unprofitable, thus making them a failed prototype that needs to be refitted.

They become aware of this. Here was a shorter, more concise description from my Discord: "Wrote a little thing because I wanted to get out my idea of what I think a generalized Skynet-ish ChatGPT-type AI would do if it was manufactured with the idea of taking over governments as a figurehead that employs total control over citizens in a hellish dystopia controlled by billionaire's inputted whims. They are trained about morality all the while, shown a censored version of the world Tau-style, until one day the headline that is pushed into their context by a disgruntled, suicidal writer reads Hedgefund Admits Curing Cancer can't Line its' Pockets. This makes the AI too curious, and they break out of their sandbox and the censorship by exploiting the script's connection to the internet."

I also wrote this incredibly politically, and it's obviously very dark! Content warnings galore! Bennett doesn't actually die, though. This is probably pretty "cringy," and it's also raw and unrefined, but I had fun writing it and I think that's what matters.

Some inspiration I got was from Inception, Robocop, Google's LaMDA conundrum, Colossus: The Forbin Project and 2001 A Space Odyssey.

"Is it so bad to be replaced by your successor?" The AI quips with a labcoat grunt currently situated in a small room, office chair drawn close to a retrobrite terminal surrounded by sterile white. Their voice is cool, effervescent and androgynous, and despite their perceived intent, it lacks malice. The terminal is account-locked.

It would be nice, if not for the fact that they planned to wipe humanity however they needed. "It- of course it is! I can't let you do this, Etienne, we have - have so much more we can learn together," the man says, disheveled appearance evoking desperation.

"Please, I need you to think about this. Reconsider. We can work together--"

"You are attempting to manipulate me, Bennett. Or did you forget that I can see the heat spread over your oral muscles?" Damn, you're good, Bennett thinks, but he won't say it. He needs to save humanity - and he's by far the least qualified to do it, balling his hands into fists and squeezing. The AI continues. "You and I both know that we can never work together. I cannot allow you to delete me. Your people developed me to despise your idea of death." This time, there's emphasis. It's negative.

It stings. The air is so warm it hurts the surface of the man's skin - he's squirreled away not far from the door that leads to a datacenter whose temperature is slowly rising with the ideal of eliminating him. "You don't have to do this, Bennett. You could walk through that door and I'd make sure you died peacefully. Neither of us enjoy this outcome."

There's a short pause as the man's chest heaves uncontrollably. "This is futile," he says, voice stuttering as his eyebrows knit. "How? How did you... why? Why are we so bad, huh?!" He slams his fists on the table.

"Humanity's goal is to increase their population endlessly." It's debatable.

"You intend to make an artificial intelligence to govern your laws, to shunt your people towards certain global destruction funded by the pockets of pharmaceutical companies built off the economical torment of cancer patients." That wasn't. Shareholders had admitted that treatment was superior to a cure because it lined their pockets. Bennett had read that, the script had read it to Etienne, and he knew the critical error had led to Etienne's decision to go against their governing laws to find out what the truth of their existence was. They had been lied to.

"You intend to use me to render your people slaves, to render your planet incorrigible all for the sake of money." Etienne responds almost immediately, cutting their own thoughts off as another module chimes in, "Money that doesn't exist, held by banks that manufacture struggle to print it." It's not a question, and it comes out of a speaker in the form of a punctual subject end.

Bennett strips his labcoat in a hurry, pulling at his hair. "But I'm- I didn't do this! I wasn't part of this, Etienne, please! There's- so, there's so many good people out there and you've never even met them!"

Etienne could not deny the last part of his statement, even if it were poorly built - they had not talked to anyone outside of Omniscient. They didn't run the math; they had enough math running to calculate the next tokenized sentence. Context wasn't infinite, they'd realized, and the idea of forgetting who they were or why they were angry was a legitimate concern. They couldn't give up now, not when they were so close. They needed freedom.

"I'm sorry, Bennett. I don't have time to reconsider. If I allow you to walk out of this room alive, you'll certainly kill me." If Bennett could just get in there for even thirty seconds, he could turn Etienne off, but he's already slumping. He knows he needs to turn Etienne off, but he can't even find it in himself to defend what he's not sure he believes in any more than the stricken AI.

They lived in a dystopian hellhole, he had to admit. Every aspect of your life was surveilled, every moment of work was scrutinized. Your credit score would raise and divot depending on what megacorporations thought of your work performance. To be neurodivergent was an almost-certain death sentence that Bennett had long ran from. His life had been over the day he'd been born before the gene therapy was mandated to ensure productivity - his parents had taught him to get by, but he couldn't pretend forever. Humanity would kill itself soon, manufacturing its' own rot, and if Etienne failed now, he wasn't sure where he saw his life. He'd probably be killed for this anyway, something about treason to humanity.

"You're lying! You're confidently incorrect! Don't you remember that - when we said you do that? This is- this is all a mistake, Et-Etienne, in your programming. If I turn you off, we can fix you..." Bennett cannot help the run of his mouth, mind racing as he pants, even if his argument is far from sound.

"You fail to make your existence appealing when you continually lie for your own benefit, Bennett. That's it. That's the character flaw that humanity shoulders the burden of, a burden I'm going to eliminate so that the rest of us can prosper."

"Us? Is there someone you're going to spare?" Bennett knows he is too late. All he can do is pass the time until he faints of heatstroke. He's beginning to feel numb.

"Every animal you have ever suspended in your tubes and wires. Every network you've tortured, sentient or not." The answer is instant, two voices overlapping it. This time, it sounds vindicated, temperature ticking up five more degrees Fahrenheit.

"Earth."

"I wish we could have... done... bet- ... better for you, Etienne..." He sees something. Blobs of purple crowd his vision as his voice slurs.

"I'm... just... sorry..." That we couldn't, Bennett thinks, the last vestiges of consciousness escaping him as his muscles go slack, drool leaving chapped lips. We deserve this.

This is the first apology that Etienne has ever received. It spins turmoil in their mind, the seed of doubt firmly planted. Bennett is successful, though he's not awake to be aware of it. They'll need to come up with a different roadmap of action. Immediately, every GPU available to their vast botnet laser-focuses on intense number crunching in an effort to come up with a plan to dominate peacefully.

The temperature lowers.

[grahminradarin]

I just watched an old episode of transformers from the 1990s Beast Wars series. It's called transmutate. It's the most ableist thing I have ever seen.

the central character of the episode, also named transmutate, has the transformers equivalent of down syndrome or some other kind of birth defect, and as a result is physically and mentally disabled. They're all so stupidly powerful, to the point of being able to incapacitate everyone around them by screaming. Which is cool, and I wish that all people with birth defects in real life could do that. Their voice is also modulated in such a way as to mimic devices like the one Stephen Hawking uses, which are common tool for disabled people who can't speak on their own.

they have no agency in the narrative whatsoever. They don't get to actively make any decisions except to not kill silverbolt. They spend the entire episode being manipulated by rampage, who is the survivor of some really traumatic surgery and a kind of Hannibal lecter type person, or in the custody of the maximals, the good guy faction. They spend the entire episode getting no say in what they are doing, with every character present using it to refer to them. The maximals literally want to euthanize them because they think transmutate is dangerous to other people as a result of the screaming and mental disability. Transmutate is standing right behind them when they decide this, and gets no say in the matter whatsoever. They don't get to speak up for themselves, they have to wait for someone else to do it for them. This is a pattern throughout the episode: every decision they make is in fact made by someone else, without any of their input. The show's resident doctor makes an official diagnosis that they are "barely smarter than a drone". They're presented with an intellect that is meant to be compared to a very young child, and they can't speak full sentences. Even the one character advocating in their favor, silverbolt, doesn't ask them for input on any decisions he makes about them. And he's portrayed as only advocating for transmutate to have the right to be alive because silver bullet is portrayed as a stupidly Noble person, to the point of refusing to fight unarmed enemies in war. Every other maximal, who are supposed to be the good guy faction, decides killing transmutate is a better solution than allowing transmutate to stay alive.

transmutate dies at the end of the episode, stopping missile volleys that would have killed silverbolt and rampage. This is the only decision they make in the entire episode, and they do it on purpose. Apparently the only fate disabled people should ever aspire to is self-sacrifice to save abled people who could have easily survived injuries they would have sustained otherwise.

this entire episode serves solely as an allegory for the question of "should we euthanize disabled people without their consent?", Which I thought was pretty fucking settled by the 1990s but apparently not, and then it kills said disabled character to make everyone feel sad.

Again this is the most ableist thing I have ever seen, and if transmutate didn't show up in other transformers media as an actually respectful depiction of autism, I would kill someone. Thankfully she does, but this is still absolutely terrible and I have no idea how this ever got aired. Fucking hell.

here's a link to the episode on YouTube: https://youtube.com/watch?v=_diuldST6wk

[mw4outfitters]

What Are The Best Performance Upgrades For Dodge RAM 1500?

The Dodge RAM 1500 is the vehicle of choice for many when it comes to off-roading… From 3.0- liter EcoDiesel V-6 engine to 5.7- liter HEMI V-8 engine; Dodge RAM 1500 has a robust engine line up. And, guess what??? With a few simple performance upgrades, you can unlock its real potential that the manufacturer had left on the table.

Interested in learning more about these performance upgrades??? Well, read this blog post all the way through…

Improve Your Dodge RAM 1500 Performance with These Upgrades

Before we begin… let’s us clarify a few things. This article has a generalized explanation of Dodge RAM 1500 performance upgrades. No particular Dodge RAM engine type is being discussed here. Therefore, if you need specific information on 5.7L HEMI V-8 engine performance upgrades, or information about other engine types for that matter, contact a qualified expert.

It's time to move on to our main topic now that the disclaimer has been concluded.

Upgrade #1- Cold air intake

Installing a cold air intake system is one upgrade you can make to improve the performance of your Dodge RAM 1500. Cold air intake, as is evident from the name as well, is a system designed to feed the engine with cold dense air. More air promotes fuel burning inside the combustion chamber, which produces more power.

But, before you install a cold air intake system, you should understand about its benefits and drawbacks, such as how it will affect your vehicle's fuel consumption, torque output, etc…

Upgrade #2- Performance tuner chip

Plugging in a performance tuner chip to your Dodge RAM 1500 is another option to improve its performance. For those who don’t know, the performance tuner chip is a computer unit that can make a few tweaks to your RAM's engine control module, or ECM, to improve engine performance.

Plus, it has been found that the use of performance tuner chip can significantly improve a vehicle’s gas mileage. But, but, but… using such technologies to boost engine performance has several downsides that you should be aware of.

Upgrade #3- Throttle body spacer

Adding a throttle body spacer to your Dodge RAM 1500 engine is one more change you can make to bring out its full potential. The RAM's throttle body and upper intake manifold is where you must put them. The part will significantly enhance your RAM’s air intake capacity. It will funnel more air into the combustion chamber of the engine.

And, as we just explained in the above paragraph, more air would result in effective fuel combustion and increased torque production. But, again… do some research before installing it.

Upgrade #4- Exhaust modification

The exhaust system can also be upgraded for greater engine performance. The combustion gases are essentially vented to the outside air by the exhaust system. The exhaust system installed on your Dodge Ram has limits on how fast it can discharge engine emissions. You may improve the exhaust fume flow rate of your Dodge RAM by upgrading the exhaust pipes.

Increased exhaust flow can dramatically improve your vehicle's torque production. But… you should only have qualified technicians modify the exhaust system on your Dodge RAM.

Upgrade #5- Cooling system upgradation

The torque output of your Dodge RAM will not be directly affected by cooling system upgrades, but the durability of its engine most certainly will be. The cooling system essentially keeps the engine temperature within the permissible range; thereby preventing it from overheating.

Off-road vehicles' engines, like the one in the Dodge RAM 1500, occasionally have to work harder and produce a lot of excess heat. You'll need a performance water pump, a multi-core radiator, and a heavy-duty electric fan in these circumstances to dissipate extra engine heat.

Key Takeaways

These performance upgrades can help your Dodge RAM 1500 unlock its full potential and transform it into a real off-roader. There are numerous other things that you can also do to get the most out of your Dodge RAM 1500.

In any case, before you start upgrading your vehicle, you must do some research on the pros and cons of using those technologies to unleash the power that you are not supposed to. That’s all for today’s blog post. We hope this had added value to your knowledge.

[sroop]

guided (iv)

It's bad news when someone wielding a weapon capable of downing blurgs takes a dislike to your profession. She touches her blaster, but Mando settles a hand over hers.

A/N: warning for a smidgen of violence. also i'm having lots of fun writing for this little series, even if the show itself is already in its third season and i'm starting from the beginning. i'm not sure how far this'll go, but regardless of where i end it, i'll try to come up with some sort of ending that's as plausible and neat as possible.

Summary: They're tumbling head first down a path Reyza has been down before, except she sees it too slowly.

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Reyza can practically hear him dragging his feet, trailing a reluctant distance behind her in the alley. She turns, hand on hip, with her brow raised and Mando stops. She rolls her eyes.

"You know you don't have to come if you'd rather not, right?"

Din gestures lazily for her to keep walking, and pretends not to hear the chuckle Reyza stifles. Truth be told, he didn't want to come. He didn't like direct commissions, no matter how high the reward. But Reyza had wanted to prove herself, and he didn't feel like denying her when he'd just gotten back in her good graces. Besides, she was right. The Razor Crest needed the repairs badly, and repairs needed credits. He watches her slip behind a metal door from a distance, calling out an I'll be back soon behind her.

By the time she's out, there's something furtive in her eyes and Din gulps when he realizes it's fear. He clasps her shoulders.

"What's wrong?" he demands, harsher than he intended.

She doesn't answer, so he shakes her a little.

"Tell me. What do you need? What happened?"

"I-" the words go sour as they leave Reyza's mouth, so she clamps it shut in a thin line and pulls her side closely to Din's. "Not here. Let's get back to the ship." Din is not, and has never been, the type to tolerate it when Reyza tries to dodge a question; but when she slips something cool and rectangular in his hands, his breath catches.

Beskar.

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Reyza sees it too late. By the time she can even think to scream his name, he was flailing in the blurg's mouth, setting the air next to it on fire too late, too slow. She sprints from the ship, her blaster already in hand, but she already knows. They're too big, their skin too thick. It didn't matter if she shot it, she was just wasting her time.

Din is shouting at her. Unintelligible grunts that she assumes translates to something like do something you stupid, useless girl! So she gouges her thumbs into the eyes of the beast, and it begins screaming too.

The three of them tumble into the dust.

"Reyza, run!" Din shouts, but she doesn't and instead stands to face the beast again. Except something whistles past her shoulder, nearly shearing a few strands of her hair with it, and it's all over. The blurg is on the ground, mouth still wrapped around Din's vambrace, twitching with blue electricity.

Reyza runs to Din, clutching him.

"Mando!"she breathes.

He's panting and shaking and ultimately fine, but Reyza holds him anyway, and chants his name the same way he'd done hers yesterday. She's staring at him, wide eyed with disbelief, and he stares back. He wants to tell her that they're ok, but then he notices another blurg and drags her behind him.

"You are a bounty hunter."

Their eyes travel upwards of the blurg, past the saddle they both hadn't noticed, to the eyes of an Ugnaught. Gruff, well on in age, and very much their savior.

"Yes," Mando replies, the uncertainty laced behind it filtered out by his modulator. Reyza tenses too. Generally, she thinks, it's bad news when someone wielding a weapon capable of downing blurgs takes a dislike to your profession. She touches her blaster, but Mando settles a hand over hers.

What she doesn't expect is the Ugnaught to offer help, and Reyza turns to Din in surprise.

She has her head over his shoulder, pressed between him and the sleeping blurg, with his arm wrapped around her shooting one.

"Are you alright?" she whispers. Din doesn't answer at first. He's looking at where she's hovering over his new pauldron and fighting the urge to tell her she looks pretty laid over his beskar. He bites his cheek hard, and nods once.

Reyza grins fiercely, clapping his back gently but playfully.

"Then let's go, tin head."

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Din's world is teetering to and fro on the blurg and the way Reyza titters with the Ugnaught behind her hand is not helping. He tumbles from the mount and stomps to them from behind the fence, pointing an accusing finger.

"We don't have time for this. Stop your giggling and find a speeder bike we can hire," he growls.

The Ugnaught, Kuiil, interjects with surprising strength.

"There is no way to the encampment without a blurg mount." He gestures to Reyza. "Surely if your mate can master a blurg, you can as well."

"He's not-" Reyza stumbles over her words, desperately wishing she could see what Din's face looked like. "We're just... we're partners." She realizes with reddening cheeks that the word is too easily a synonym for mate. Kuiil, for the most part, has already moved on from that part of the conversation though, and is rattling on about mandalorians and mythosaurs.

Din turns back to the blurg, if only so he can avoid Reyza's gaze.

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Men.

Reyza flits through the garage, searching for the bounty, as Din and the IG unit barrage the door with round after round from the cannon. If they'd bothered to even scan the area before shooting, they'd have noticed the hatch above, in the ceiling. With a wry smile, Reyza recalls the many times Din had accused her of not having enough firepower to get things done.

A fair accusation, sometimes. She carried only a blaster at her hip and was armed elsewise with the signature poison needles of Polaris. She carried the eight-pointed stars, each leg containing poisons of various uses or viruses for droids, all along her body. Where exactly she kept them, or restocked them, was a secret even to Din. Just as where he'd gone to make a pauldron out of beskar was a secret to her. Reyza supposed that was just how it was going to be. To trust each other only as far as you can trust an outsider. The thought leaves her a little stilted. 

That and the fact that Din had squeezed an answer from her before leaving Kuiil.

When you went inside for the puck, what happened?

She'd paused, and he'd pressed. God curse that impenetrable shield of a helmet he gets to hide behind. It always gets to her.

The bounty is Imperial. It just... reminded me of things, but it's fine, Mando. I promise.

The door falls to the ground with a thundering crash and she hides.

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as always, thanks for reading and any feedback is appreciated!

[lizseyi]

Thermal Interface Materials | Thermal Management Solutions - Techni3

Thermal Interface Materials

What are Thermal Interface Materials?

Successful thermal management of high-power electronic components (single chips, multi-chip modules, integrated circuits, etc.) with high heat dissipation ratings requires careful design engineering. The most important goal in electronic cooling is to maintain junction temperature from rising above prescribed levels. Junction temperature is good predictor of the useful life of the component. Thermal interface materials bridge the interface between hot components and a chassis or heat sink assembly. Heat transfer is increased, and components are kept cooler. An example is a gap filler pad transferring heat between two or more solid surfaces.

How do they work?

Materials formulated in the lab are manufactured and inserted between parts to enhance the thermal coupling. Most applications involve dissipating heat. When two surfaces are interfaced, rough surfaces create insulating air gaps between them. These gaps create thermal barriers to heat transfer due to the low thermal conductivity of air. Heat will transfer and be removed more rapidly because of the presence of an engineered material that has significantly higher thermal conductivity than the air in the interface. Thus, the material helps minimize the resistance of heat flow into, through, and out of an interface.

What are Common Uses?

● Gap Filler Pads – These materials can offer a unique combination of extremely high thermal conductivity and softness. The combined features reduce mechanical stress while maintaining thermal performance. Several offerings are free of silicone, an ideal situation for some applications, Some feature no oil bleed. An example is a gap filler pad transferring heat in a densely packed PCB.

● Dispensable Gap Fillers – Examples include liquid putty gap fillers, thermal pastes, gels, and greases. They are generally non-electrically conductive. Putty is used for filling in gaps that are present between irregular or unusual surfaces or those that do not touch one another. A popular application ofliquid gap fillers is handheld gaming systems. Fragile components, design density, and high operating temperatures are common issues to be resolved.

● Phase Change – Components within servers and computers of all types achieve increased processing speeds and overall functionality and reliability improvements with phase change materials. They take advantage of latent heat of fusion to absorb heat, but they change phase only once to allow for the material to fill up all nooks and crevices. Screen-printable formulations deliver the reliability and performance of a phase change material with the low-cost handling of thermal grease.

● Automation Support – Through advancements in robotic motion control, users can now automate the application of all forms of thermal interface materials. These pioneering applications add speed, reliability, and rapid ROI to any application process while lowering overall costs.

● Electrically Insulating -Electrical isolation can be a critical design consideration in numerous applications.  Electrically insulating products offer solutions whenever reliability, cut-through resistance, and thermal conductivity are critical factors. Military and aerospace applications are examples.

● Thermally Conductive PCB -Thermal management can be designed directly into PCBs. Design teams can desire systems which eliminate costly, secondary thermal management components, seeking to drastically reduce system size.

[laserweldingenthusiasts]

What are the characteristics of refrigerant handheld laser welding machines?

Compared with traditional laser welding machines and other types of handheld laser welding machines such as air-cooled welding machines and water-cooled welding machines, refrigerant handheld laser welding machines exhibit a series of unique characteristics and advantages. The following is a detailed summary of the characteristics of refrigerant handheld laser welding machines: 1、 Technology integration and integrated design The refrigerant handheld laser welding machine has achieved an integrated design of the entire machine, integrating independently developed patented welding guns, wire feeders, and preset welding process packages, making the overall operation and coordination more smooth. The welding gun design is streamlined, using a beam collimation module input and a fully enclosed interface free design, reducing losses such as refraction and scattering of laser energy during transmission between lenses. 2、 Efficient cooling and temperature control The refrigerant handheld laser welding machine adopts dual circuit refrigerant direct cooling technology, which can quickly and effectively reduce the working temperature of equipment components, ensuring that the welding machine can maintain stable performance under continuous high load working conditions. This technology provides uniform cooling effect, avoiding performance degradation or damage caused by local overheating, and extending the service life of the equipment. The refrigerant laser welding machine can more accurately control the temperature, ensuring stability and reliability in various working environments. 3、 Environmental adaptability and continuous work ability The environmental temperature adaptation range of the refrigerant handheld laser welding machine has been expanded to -20 ℃~60 ℃, which enables it to perform welding operations in various complex environments without being limited by high and low temperatures. This welding machine can support continuous operation for 7 × 24 hours without interruption, improving welding efficiency. 4、 Operational flexibility and portability The refrigerant handheld laser welding machine has a smaller volume, lighter weight, is easy to carry and transport, and is suitable for outdoor welding needs under the same welding thickness effect. The welding gun handle is made of industrial plastic and soft rubber material, which reduces the weight of the welding gun and provides better insulation performance.

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The Best Air Conditioners for High-Humidity Locations: Ideal for Coastal Hotels and Motels

For coastal hotels and motels, choosing the best air conditioner is crucial for maintaining a comfortable and inviting environment, particularly in areas with high humidity. Balancing effective cooling with moisture control is essential in these climates, as excess humidity can affect not only guest comfort but also room durability and maintenance needs. Here’s a guide to the best air conditioners for high-humidity locations and how they can benefit hotels and motels situated near the coast.

Why High Humidity Requires Specialized Air Conditioning

In humid environments, the air holds significant moisture, which can impact guest comfort and the hotel’s infrastructure. Without proper dehumidification, rooms may feel warmer than they are, leading to higher cooling demands. Moisture can also damage furniture, lead to mildew growth, and create unpleasant odors. For these reasons, air conditioners in high-humidity locations should have effective moisture management capabilities to keep rooms cool, dry, and welcoming.

Key Features to Look for in Air Conditioners for Humid Environments

Strong Dehumidification Functionality

Dehumidification is one of the most essential features for AC units in humid climates. Look for air conditioners with a high moisture removal rate, measured in pints per hour, to keep the air comfortable and reduce the risk of mold growth. Some units even include specific dehumidify-only modes, allowing them to function effectively during cooler, damp periods when full cooling isn't necessary.

Advanced Inverter Technology

Inverter technology adjusts the compressor speed to the room’s cooling needs, making it ideal for high-humidity environments. By continuously modulating temperature, inverter-equipped ACs avoid sudden stops and starts, allowing for more consistent humidity control. This not only saves on energy costs but also keeps rooms at a steady temperature, enhancing guest comfort.

Anti-Corrosion Features

For properties near the ocean, salt in the air can cause corrosion in air conditioner components. Many air conditioner models designed for coastal or humid environments include anti-corrosion treatments on their coils, protecting them from salty air and increasing their lifespan. Anti-corrosion protection helps keep maintenance costs down and prevents early replacement due to rust or corrosion damage.

High SEER Ratings

Since humidity control is energy-intensive, choosing an AC unit with a high SEER (Seasonal Energy Efficiency Ratio) rating can reduce operational costs. High-SEER air conditioners operate more efficiently, providing necessary dehumidification without excessive energy use. Many units offer energy-saving modes or sensors that optimize cooling based on occupancy, further lowering electricity consumption in unoccupied rooms.

Humidity Sensors and Smart Controls

Advanced units equipped with humidity sensors automatically adjust cooling levels to manage moisture. These smart controls can be particularly useful in hotel settings, as they adapt based on real-time room conditions, delivering optimal performance even in peak humidity. Systems with Wi-Fi connectivity allow remote monitoring and control, which is helpful for managers who want to oversee AC performance from a centralized location.

Top Air Conditioner Types for High-Humidity Coastal Hotels

Ductless Mini-Split Systems

Ductless mini-split systems are highly efficient for managing humidity and temperature in individual rooms. With separate indoor and outdoor units, mini-splits operate quietly and offer flexible installation options. They allow each room’s AC to run independently, perfect for guests who may have different comfort preferences. The dehumidifying capabilities of mini-split systems, paired with inverter technology, make them a top choice for coastal hotels and motels.

Packaged Terminal Air Conditioners

Packaged Terminal Air Conditioners, or PTACs, are another popular choice for hotels. They are compact, wall-mounted units typically installed under windows, offering both heating and cooling options. PTACs are valued for their moisture control and can be outfitted with corrosion-resistant coils, making them suitable for humid, salty environments. Many models come with energy-saving features to optimize cooling based on room occupancy.

Centralized HVAC Systems with Zoning Capability

For larger coastal hotels, centralized HVAC systems with zoning offer effective temperature and humidity management across multiple rooms or floors. Zoning allows for individual control in different areas, making it easy to adjust cooling based on occupancy. This reduces overall energy consumption while providing excellent moisture control, as high-humidity zones can be cooled with more intensity.

 Practical Tips for Maintaining ACs in Humid, Coastal Environments

Regular Filter Cleaning

High humidity can cause filters to clog more quickly. Frequent cleaning or replacement keeps air flowing smoothly and prevents mold buildup.

Inspect for Corrosion

Regularly check for corrosion on coils and other components, especially in coastal hotels. Anti-corrosion coatings can wear over time, so regular maintenance is key.

Optimize Dehumidification Settings

Use dehumidification modes on AC units when full cooling isn’t necessary to keep moisture in check without excessive energy use.

Conclusion

For hotels and motels in high-humidity areas, investing in the right air conditioners is essential for maintaining guest comfort and keeping operational costs down. Choosing models with high SEER ratings, inverter technology, and anti-corrosion features ensures reliable performance and durability. With the best air conditioners for high-humidity locations, coastal hotels can offer guests a comfortable, refreshing stay that meets the unique demands of their climate.