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hydraulicsolutionsinnz · 1 year ago
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Grease the Wheels: Understanding the Importance of Lubrication Systems
Understanding the importance of a lubrication system is crucial for machinery longevity and efficiency. Explore the key role lubrication plays in reducing friction, preventing wear, and ensuring smooth operation in various industrial applications.
Friction Reduction
Lubrication cooling systems for motors serve as a barrier between moving parts, reducing friction. This friction reduction minimizes the wear and tear on machinery components, extending their operational life and reducing the likelihood of breakdowns.
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Heat Dissipation
Friction generates heat, and without proper lubrication, machinery can overheat, leading to malfunctions and damage. Lubricants absorb and dissipate heat, maintaining optimal operating temperatures and preventing excessive wear on critical components.
Wear Prevention
Effective lubrication creates a protective film on surfaces, preventing direct metal-to-metal contact. This protective layer minimizes wear on gears, bearings, and other components, preserving their integrity and functionality over time.
Corrosion Resistance
Lubricants act as a barrier against moisture and corrosive elements. By preventing oxidation and corrosion on metal surfaces, lubrication systems contribute to the longevity of machinery and reduce the risk of damage caused by rust or corrosion.
Sealant Functionality
Lubrication systems often include seals that prevent contaminants from entering sensitive areas. This sealing function protects machinery from dust, dirt, and other particles that could compromise performance and lead to premature wear.
Energy Efficiency
Proper lubrication reduces frictional resistance, improving energy efficiency in machinery. With reduced friction, less energy is required to overcome resistance, leading to lower energy consumption and increased overall operational efficiency.
Noise Reduction
Lubrication minimizes the vibrations and noise associated with metal-to-metal contact. This noise reduction not only contributes to a quieter working environment but also indicates that the machinery is operating with reduced friction and optimal lubrication.
Enhanced Performance
Machinery with well-maintained lubrication systems operates more efficiently and reliably. Consistent and appropriate lubrication enhances performance, reduces downtime, and ensures that equipment functions at its designed capacity.
Scheduled Maintenance
Implementing a regular lubrication maintenance schedule is essential. This involves monitoring lubricant levels, changing fluids at recommended intervals, and addressing any signs of contamination or degradation. Scheduled maintenance helps prevent unexpected breakdowns and ensures continuous machinery operation.
Application-Specific Lubricants
Different machinery applications may require specific types of lubricants. Using the right lubricant for the intended application optimizes performance and ensures that the lubrication system meets the unique demands of the machinery.
Understanding the vital role of lubrication systems in reducing friction, preventing wear, and ensuring the efficient operation of machinery is crucial for industries reliant on complex equipment.
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vmantras · 2 months ago
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Tata Curvv EV Review: Performance, Design, and Comfort
₹21.99Lakh General Overview The Tata Curvv EV Empowered Plus A 55 is an electric coupe designed for modern urban and highway use. It boasts a bold exterior, high-tech interior, and a focus on comfort and convenience. Built with Tata’s focus on sustainability, the Curvv EV pushes the boundaries of Indian-made electric vehicles. Country of Origin: Proudly made in India, showcasing Tata’s…
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cyrusmehdipour · 10 months ago
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steves-auto-repair-va · 11 months ago
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This week, a cooling system concern was investigated on a Ford Focus. The car was overheating when the a/c was on and after it had been driven for 30 minutes.
Our technician found that the cooling fan motor wasn’t coming on, causing the engine to overheat. 
In addition to replacing the fan, we installed a new thermostat assembly, because the vehicle overheated.
A car overheating can also be caused by a bad thermostat and coolant leaks.
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sw5w · 1 year ago
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STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 01:48:40
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futureelectronic1117 · 2 years ago
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Megatrends in Automotive and the Increasing Demand for Smart Motor Control solutions with Infineon
https://www.futureelectronics.com/resources/featured-products/infineon-automotive-low-voltage-motor-control-solutions. The number of small electric motors increases continuously with more sophisticated equipment of cars. Hybrid and electric vehicles demanding comprehensive cooling & HVAC systems or self-driving vehicles enabling more passenger comfort boost this development. https://youtu.be/9itn_7TJ8cU
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yaespook · 1 year ago
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Run 4 - In Progress.
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✧ Room Content: Dom! GN! Reader x Yan! Sub! Android! Wanderer, no gendered terms used for reader, no actual penetration, unhealthy obsessive and possessive relationship from Wanderer, memory manipulation. Leave a note if anything was missed out. ✧ Retrieved Notes: If possible, use the InteractiveFics extension to change the phrase “My name” (without the quotation marks) to the name given to your Wanderer.
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There’s an unfamiliar android sitting atop your worktable.
You must have picked him up two or three weeks ago, when he was still worse for wear. In your memory, he was in pretty bad shape when the two of you first met, his main panel wrenched open leaving his circuitry a mess and rough scrapes all over his superficial layer.
Now, with your constant repairs, he’s been more lively, tailing you around the house as you go about your day. While fussing about, dusting off a muzzle laying on a fur pelt, you sense a presence lingering outside your room.
"You know, I don't recall androids being quite so clingy." In return, you get a light huff from behind the door frame. 
"And you’ve come across other androids? I didn’t know you run a junkyard here,” the eye roll in his tone is audible.
His feet pad into the room and his gaze hones in on the clerical collar placed on a nearby shelf, glaring at it. Clicking his tongue, he crosses his hands on his chest.
“Whatever, what you do is mostly up to you anyway. Do you think you’re almost done cleaning? I think there’s an internal problem again, I’ll wait for you at the worktable,” the android saunters off nonchalantly, throwing you a light wave over his shoulder.
Sighing, you quickly finish up your task at hand before complying to his request, briskly making your way over to the worktable where he's already perched smugly on, his gaze expectant. 
You easily go through the rehearsed motions of plugging him up to your computer, your muscle memory kicking in as you boot up the required softwares before gingerly prying the main panel located on the front of his torso to gain access to his internal workings. Over time, you've gradually figured out the parts that make up the android sitting before you, growing used to the sight of the lengths of wiring and cables running throughout his body, the faint low mechanical whirring of motors and cooling systems. 
Most importantly, you now understand how sensitive his central core is. Nestled securely in a latched transparent casing, his core is what powers and sustains him. It emits a constant turquoise light and is also reflected in the glowing markings that lay beneath his synthetic skin that occasionally activate. (Although, you haven't quite gotten an answer for what makes them light up yet.) 
“So what's your problem today?” You ask, tearing your eyes away from him as you go over to your computer to check if any bugs have been identified.
“I think that cable all the way at the back came undone and got tangled with the rest.” 
You shoot him a pointed look, “Again? Didn’t we just fix that same cable last week?” Shifting your chair so you’re seated before him, poised to conduct your repairs, you make a passing remark, “Maybe taking you to another mechanic might be the better choice, get everything checked out, you know?”
How long have you kept at your task of finally fixing him up to tiptop condition? It’s almost daily when he reports back to you with a new disconnected wire or another loose joint somewhere on him. Diligently, you’ve been trying to repair him but the android is like a never-ending to-do list. And it’s only natural to be concerned if the constant damage stems from a more serious underlying issue that you haven’t managed to discover. The only next logical step would be to get another pair of eyes to help discern the root cause in case anything takes a turn for the worse.
But the reaction you get from him is one unexpected. His head snaps to face you, a scowl evident on his face. 
“So you’re handing me off like an unfinished project to someone else now?”
You know how snippy he can get however, this is on a different level from his previous behaviour. Maybe something left over from the days before you found him. It’ll be a good idea to look into his past logs to diagnose any present problems, you make a mental note of it.
“I’m just worried for you, that’s all. What if there’s an urgent issue I can’t fix alone? And we both know I can’t leave you as is.”
His expression mellows to an annoyed pout, looking away as his core glows faintly along with the patterns under his skin, he mumbles, “I’ll be fine.” (“I just need you.”) (“I'm the only one for you.”) (“No one else deserves you.”)
He allows you to work without another complaint, silently watching as your hands venture into his chest, a focused air to you while you look for the problematic cable. He senses your touch when you make contact with it, sucking in a sharp breath as you grip it between your fingers, twisting it around to free it from the surrounding wires before you finally connect and plug it into its rightful place. 
“That’s it for your cable issue. Anything else?” He quickly shakes his head.
Giving it a few light cursory pulls to make sure it’s finally secured, (if you weren’t mistaken, his core brightened in time with your tugs), you spare the rest of his parts one last look over. Then, shutting the panel, you unplug him from the computer.
Immediately, he scampers off the worktable with a clipped “thank you” and runs into his room. You hear the door to his room close before its lock clicks. 
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The next few days prove to be better, the repair requests for any troubles that seem to have cropped up overnight growing more and more infrequent. Perhaps, bit by bit, the end of the repairs start to come into sight. 
Although, you have noted that his internal temperatures have been hiking recently whenever you have his chest panel open to patch him up. 
This time, you have him lying on the worktable on his back to access the further areas in him. He’s positioned facing upwards but his eyes are darting everywhere, unable to meet your gaze. Once again, the programme open on your computer screen shows how his temperatures are quickly rising even though there are no obvious reasons for such a sudden change. It records the recurrence into its troubleshooting log like before, more times than you can remember.
He’s panting lightly, the android’s chest moving up and down as your ears pick up the sound of his inner fans whir louder, his pre-programmed functions activating to try to cool him down. With no clue as to what could cause this issue, you reach in to look for a fault. Yet, the more you poke and prod around, the higher the warmth within him rises. 
Left with more questions than answers, you turn to his core for a closer look. When your fingers brush against the transparent casing, a moan slips out from him, and instantly his head whips to look at you dumbfounded.
An artificial blush takes over his face, a low pink glow blooming from beneath the synthetic layer. A beat passes before he cracks his lips apart, voicebox working as he pleads.
“...Again.”
Gently, you let your fingertips dance over the clasp hinging the casing shut and his response is instant. A shudder rolls through him, as real as it can be, and a shaky exhale leaves him. The android’s back arches up slightly, hastily chasing after your touch when you remove your hand.
Your caress returns when your hand dips deeper into his circuitry, where you hook two fingers underneath his thicker cables, attentively stroking them between your thumb and fingers, before tugging on them forcefully enough to elicit a reaction from him. 
His eyes fly open at your ministrations, a greed for more overtaking his processors. You’ve always been so gentle with him when he’s opened up for you, when you have access to the deepest parts of him, when he’s at his most vulnerable. So, to have you toy around with him, show him the indulgence of human flesh, can you really fault him for falling for you?
The tips of your fingers ghost along the length of his metal spine, and the android keens from under you.
“Please, more, I can take it!”
Taking his cue, your hand encircles his spine, grinding the heel of your palm against the ridges of the sensitive metal elements as you pump up and down. 
“Sss- so good! Hah…!” He can’t control how he behaves when you treat him so well, like he’s the only one worthy of your attention. He shakes under your touch, trembling as the addictive pleasure overrides his programmed commands.
“No more blubbering, just focus on me.” Your other hand goes to cup his chin, and obediently, he parts his lips for you, allowing you to slip your thumb into his mouth. You can feel his tongue work and when you press down, he jolts suddenly. A gag reflex? In an android? How amusing.
When you stop stroking him, he whines pitifully, muffled moans and begging for you to continue but his complaints stop when he feels you unlatch the lid of his core casing.
“Would you let me?” And the flurry of nods from him confirms his enthusiasm.
With bated breath, he counts the seconds before you make contact with his core. And when he senses your caress on his glowing core in his exposed chest cavity, he breathes out a gasp, as if he requires the intake of air. None of this is written into the basis of his behaviour, not fed into the dataset that makes up how he’s supposed to act, so everything he feels for you must be real.
His eyes go unfocused as his neural network is flooded with the raw pleasure of being enveloped with love and lust down to his literal core. Desire burns within him, evident from the fans whirring even louder than before to bring down his temperatures. It’s just so much for the android’s computations to handle. Broken moans leave him as he tries to vocalise his love for you (as best as he can with his thumb in your mouth). 
And when you press a kiss to his unprotected core, his vision whites out.
Eyes wrenched shut, his whole mechanical body jerks upwards, back arching off the worktable as his body propels himself to sit up, his limbs trying to ensnare you in his embrace, to keep you with him as long as he can. Every command in his system is overwritten to hone in on all the sensations of you on him, your touch, your warmth.
The patterns under his skin glow with a pulse, akin to a human’s heartbeat and when his eyes open again, glimmering faux tears roll down his face. His chest heaves as you close the distance between the two of you, cupping his face with both your hands and kissing his tears away.
The android breaks the intimate silence as he quietly asks you, “Can you give me a name?”
When you whisper a name into his ear, he breaks into sobs in your hands.
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The days pass by, uneventful, and the time for a final cursory check before deeming him fully repaired comes. He’s poised on the worktable like any other previous session, a bored expression on his face as you flit back and forth between him and the software on your computer.
“You really are a clingy case,” you say and get a huff in return, “But a welcome one.”
Remembering your mental note from before about accessing his past logs, you access it from your computer, pulling up the window with his stored recorded data. The log operates in the background constantly, one of the built-in functions of the android and a quick glance over just to make sure everything is in order should do.
However, the logs prove to be worrying in a completely different way.
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[Log: Day 10 - Run 1 - Failed. Werewolf. They’re with that mangy mutt. I don’t know what they see in him. I still remember the care they showed me. There’s always the next run.]
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[Log: Day 20 - Run 2 - Failed. It seems I’m too late this time around. That vile selkie captured them first. How irritating. I need to stop hesitating. It’s my love on the line after all.]
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[Log: Day 30 - Run 3 - Failed. Incubus. That damn priest and incubus. I can feel my temper reaching its breaking point.]
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[Log: Day ??? - Run 4 - In progress. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please.]
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Your eyes rake across a multitude of grainy snapshots of yourself, all with different people that you can’t find the ability to recall, your mind pounding from the discovery. 
He’s gazing expectantly when you look back up at him from the screen. A grin twists its way across his face, canines glinting under the dizzying harsh lighting.
“So now you’ve seen how much I love you, even if you don’t remember it.” There’s a sick obsession dripping in his tone, an uncanny level of emotion that androids normally shouldn’t be able to replicate, one that sends a heavy uneasiness through your whole being, one that roots you to the ground. 
When he doesn’t get the adoring reaction from you he expects, the proud expression on his face falls instantly. 
He’s despondent, despairing as he tears the connecting cables off of him, launching himself off the worktable, lunging across for you, frenzied, pure scorching mania surging through him. 
“You… even after all these runs. You’ve always given me the same thing. My name. I thought this time- You-” 
Voice shaky, “It’s a shame this run didn’t work out either.” 
He steels himself, hand outstretched, “No matter.”
You blink.
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There’s an unfamiliar android sitting atop your worktable.
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sunnydbeam · 2 months ago
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What materials is Biohazard made of? I guess not everything resists radiation
Indeed! No material is totally resistant to radiation; it always depends on the amount of radiation and the exposure time.
Let me get a little nerdy
I clarify and repeat: I'm not an expert on the subject. I did research for this AU in general and thus determined the right materials for the construction of Biohazard. I may be wrong. But this is sci-fi, and some things are improbable but intentional, like Biohazard's melting rays!
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Endoskeleton and joints: titanium alloys, stainless steel, and aluminum reinforced with carbon fiber.
Internal components:
Microchips and components: specifically designed to withstand high doses of radiation and encased in a dense layer of ceramic material within a tungsten protective box.
Sensors made with materials resistant to radiation and high temperatures. Integrated into the endoskeleton and protected by a dense covering material.
Actuators: electric or hydraulic motors made with corrosion- and wear-resistant materials. Located within the joints and protected by the endoskeleton.
Metallic lithium-Ion batteries specially designed to operate in extreme environments, housed in a tungsten protective box, away from sensitive components.
Cooling system: copper tubes and non-flammable, radiation-resistant cooling fluids integrated into the endoskeleton to dissipate heat generated by electronic components and shielding.
Protection systems:
Primary shielding: lead sheets and boron-based composite materials, 1.5 centimeters thick.
Secondary/Exterior shielding: tungsten sheets, 1 cm thick.
Biohazard has numerous limbs and components functioning as redundant systems. In the event of a failure, he can continue operating with backups.
He used to integrate cameras and sensors for remote monitoring and data collection. These are no longer operational.
Being made of very dense materials, he's extremely robust and heavy! You practically couldn't lift one of his arms if he were off!
He was very, very expensive to manufacture as well. The frustration was very great when the project "didn't work".
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poetryfromnowhere · 18 days ago
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More headcanons, let’s gooo!!!!
C.B started on the train wrecking business after he was in an accident during his first big haul, he was one of few who could be salvaged, and he got so much positive attention from it that he wanted to do it again. At first the crashing was a way to get attention, but after a while he started enjoying the crash itself.
Rusty has a brother, who was built by the same manufacturer at the same time as Rusty. He was sent to northern Eurasia to be a freight hauler and they haven’t seen each other since they were two.
Common one: the freights sleep in piles. This is for comfort and safety, and the engines are typically at the bottom/middle because they’re the warmest.
All engines purr, and it sounds different depending on the type of engine. Diesels sound like a motor, a sort of low growl. Steamers sound like a mix of the crackling of a fire and the bubbling of boiling water. Electrics sound like an overheating computer, but they are in no danger of actually overheating. Hydrogen engines are a lot quieter, with a sound like the cooling system of a walk in freezer.
To solve the earlier issue with the size of the passengers: I saw someone else with this headcanon, and I thought it was really smart and cool. The trains are kind of transformers, but it’s more magical than that. They see each other as humanoid, but humans perceive them as regular trains. It’s weird and no one can really explain it, but it all works out, so why question it?
These are both for the 2024 revival and previous versions!
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cripplecharacters · 2 months ago
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Hey folks, fully abled writer here! I've got a question about nicknames/descriptive names related to physical differences and abilities. I write a lot of fantasy fiction with differing name and language systems than the real world. I'm also fond of using compound names, such as "Dawnbringer, Hardcutter, Bluemark, Bearhunter, etc." So in a fantasy world where much of this society has given names and clan surnames following a specific theme of strength and durability, I have a character that has both his given name but also a nickname many people call him. This nickname is "Firebrand," and I invented him many years ago when I wasn't very critical of my writing or biases and just wanted a cool-sounding fantasy name. He is is a city guard in a city that is regularly attacked by fantasy animals for plot and environment-related reasons, and as I developed this character more I decided that rather than his original dark edgy backstory where he was called Firebrand because he was tortured, he now gains the name Firebrand because he survived a dragon's fire breath and came out of it with burn scars up his chest neck and arms, particularly on his hands that limits some of his movement and dexterity. I intend to make it clear in the story that it isn't a derogatory name, it's part of their society's theme of having names that signify how people survive things.
He likes the nickname and the meaning it has in his culture, because to him it means he's good at his job and he has survived hard times. Right now, the story is told through third-person P.O.V, and he is primarily referred to in non-dialogue narration as his nickname. In dialogue, he usually introduces himself with his given name and surname, but many people including the rest of the city guards refer to him with the nickname . His family and boyfriend will use either name for him depending on the context and company. At a later point in the story, when he and some others end up in a situation where they are dealing with fairies and the magical rules about giving them your name, his nickname gives him an advantage against the fairy rules.
Is this a reasonable concept at all, or is it all very weird to use an injury and acquired physical difference to identify someone with? Or, if the concept is alright but the name itself is bad, do you have any suggestions for how I might want to come up with a different nickname? I'm thinking if the use of the word "brand" in the nickname has too much of a negative connotation, I could try to replace it with something like "Firehand" or "Firebrave" that might have a clearer positive connotation to readers as well as his in-story society.
And although it's not the purpose of this question, I have been doing research about burn scars and treatment; this blog has been helpful! Since the burns were deep and he has limb tremors and cramps as well as scars, he has exercises and ointments to keep his scarred skin flexible, and he takes care not to take long tasks that will strain his hands with fine motor skills or whatnot. When on duty, his uniform includes gloves and a high collar for protection, but in casual clothing his hands are bare and his clothing doesn't hide his scars unless it's for weather protection. I may come back in the future with more questions about that, but I've determined what I need to start with about the physical effects his injuries have on him.
Thank you, and I hope you're all having a good day!!
Hello!
This sounds fine and pretty cool to me. The most important part is that the name isn't intended to be derogatory and that he actually likes it.
As a different disability-related example, "Wheels" and all its variants is a surprisingly common nickname that wheelchair users use (mostly younger guys). Sometimes you have a few of these dudes in one group and three people look at you when you try to call for one of them, it's just a fun nickname. Could it also be a cartoon-bully level derogatory insult if it was used for a character that hates it? 100%. It's very context dependent.
That's the same sentiment that's crucial here I think. Your character likes it and is proud of it? Go ahead. It makes sense in his cultural background and his nickname falls under a similar naming convention so it fits. I like the mention of how it reminds him that "he has survived hard times", since it's something that I've heard from burn survivors who explain why they choose "survivor" over "victim" to refer to themselves.
To answer your actual question: yes, I think it's a reasonable concept that makes sense in the character's setting. In another context yeah, it could be weird to identify with an acquired physical difference like that, but other people will do it anyway, you could as well make it "yours" and be proud of it, wear it as a positive. I don't think it's something that is an automatic "no" even if kinda weird. I'd go case-by-case and in your character's case it seems great.
As for the actual name, I agree that "brand" does have a negative connotation in English, all the criminal/cattle/label associations are less than ideal. I don't think it's detrimental to the concept like some other potential nicknames could be (looking at all the No-Faces and Half-Faces, which I do think are strictly derogatory) but if changing it to something less loaded wouldn't be an issue I'd probably do that. Both -hand and -brave are pretty awesome (the latter kinda reminds me of a warrior cat name but that's definitely a me problem), since they're either neutral or very positive in their connections.
Personally I care more about the fact that you're researching your character thoroughly, don't think that him being a burn survivor comes with some intrinsic negative traits, nor seem to put him in one of the Four Boxes. That's more important than terminology and vice versa - one could use the most up-to-date correct terms to refer to their OC and still make them into an offensive nightmare with bad execution. It doesn't mean that specific words aren't important but they (generally) aren't what breaks or makes representation that people want to see.
You seem to be doing good: my advice is to rethink the -brand part due to its connotations, and just keep researching as you write him.
Hope this helps,
mod Sasza
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hydraulicsolutionsinnz · 1 year ago
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Why Use Cooling Systems for Motors? Read Advantages!
It is critical to use high-quality cooling systems for motors that are designed specifically for motors to ensure that the machine stays reliable and lasts for longer. Motors are the workhorses of many manufacturing processes, and they need to perform them for efficient operations. Therefore, effective cooling system is necessary to maintain the endurance of motors during operation. 
Fluid handling equipment is frequently included in motor cooling systems. Coolants or oils are circulated through these cooling systems. to adjust the temperature, and efficiently maintain the proper temperature range. These processes can reduce overheating, and improve heat dissipation, which protects the motor.
In general, motors create heat energy, and this excessive energy can cause early wear-out, reduced performance efficiency, and, eventually, motor failure. 
A high-quality motor cooling system can manage and dissipate heat, ensuring that the motor functions at an optimal temperature. As a result, it can reduce energy consumption, and enhance performance and self-life.
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vmantras · 2 months ago
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Tata Curvv EV Empowered Plus 55: A Game-Changer in India
₹21.25Lakh The Tata Curvv EV Empowered Plus 55 represents a significant leap in the Indian EV market, offering a seamless blend of futuristic design, powerful performance, and cutting-edge technology. Below, we delve into its features in greater depth: Design and Aesthetic Appeal The Tata Curvv EV embodies a modern, coupe-inspired design, setting it apart from traditional EVs in its segment.…
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silkval · 9 months ago
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♜】 the innermost alphabet
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a tiiiny bit suggestive, mainly just descriptive, boothill being clingy (canon), boothill has mecha body but still has all senses, no particular dom/sub roles, boothill nor readers anatomy specified
★fujoshis, fem aligned and minors please fuck off- you will be blocked★
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𝔄 》 Affection
how do they react to it? how often do they show it?
well, boothill is not one to shy away from showing affection to his beloved boyfriend- not one bit. It's like he's got this whole repertoire of gestures just waiting to spill out at any given moment. you'll catch him throwing an arm around your shoulders, pulling you in so you're practically attached at the hip with nothing but a grin and a cheeky murmur to excuse the proximity oh, and do not get him started on when you initiate any affection- this man is putty in your hands. holding on just a tad longer than what's considered normal, it does get a little stuffy with the small space between the two of you, but it's not all that bad- just to hear the thrum of his motors speeding up, and even the occasional familiar ‘click’ of his cooling system kicking in because he's just so damn happy to be in your hold. but that isn't all boothill's got a knack for some little, more discreet touches too; a hand on the small of your back, fingers brushing against yours when passing something over, or leaning in real close just to be able to hear your voice drop an octave, all quiet and slightly raspy in a way that makes his mechanical heart whirr with how intimate it feels. just a total sweetheart, honestly.
𝔅》 Behavior
do they have any small habits, absentminded tics or such?
oh, he's got his quirks alright. one thing you'll notice real quick is that this guy always needs something to do with his hands- It's like they're damn allergic to being idle. whether it's twirling a piece of straw between his fingers or absentmindedly tapping along to a tune stuck in his head, they're always in motion- but when he's with you, those hands seem to have a mind of their own. they'll find their way to you, resting comfortably around your waist or brushing against your back with nothing but a sly, lopsided grin. And I swear, this guy may have… a little bit of an obsession, as you'll often find him leaning in rather close. Like, very close- why? well, when you ask him, you'll notice a slight pause- an indication of fluster- and a delayed “y’smell good, okay?” It's endearing, honestly- like he can't help himself, drawn to your scent like a moth to a flame. And when he gets that close, you'll feel the weight of his chin resting atop your head or shoulder, which, by default, is rather innocent- yet if you let him get a little too close to your neck, it's not uncommon for things to get a little heated.
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hjeeeeeeeeeeezusz. this took ages to start but at least something is out lol. ANYWAY. I'm gonna try release 2 letters per 1-2 weeks- not sure if I'm gonna stick with pretty boy boothill or switch it up ever so n so. but yeah. here's to the start of a new (and hopefully more maintainable) series!!!
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megalony · 1 year ago
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Father's Day
Here is another Eddie Diaz request from Anon, I hope you like it, lots of fluff ensues. Thank you all for the amazing requests and feedback I'm so pumped all I wanna do is write continuously.
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Summary: (Y/n) and Chris decide to give Eddie the best present he could wish for on Father's day.
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"Can you remember what day it is today?" (Y/n) pulled Christopher's top over his head, watching the way his hair bounced and puffed up around his head while she helped him slip his arms in and pull it down.
"Daddy's day," Chris smiled brightly and brought his hands down to rest on (Y/n)'s shoulders so she could help him stand up and pull up his bottoms.
"Yep, it's father's day so while daddy's in bed, we need to get his presents ready."
Eddie always tried his best to get father's day off no matter what job he was doing because it was the day he could celebrate Chris. He was always telling Chris that he was the reason Eddie was a dad so it was technically his day too. They all spent the day together and to get the day off, Eddie had taken the night shift last night and got in at six this morning.
The plan was for Eddie to get some sleep and recharge and then after dinnertime he would get up, get showered and they would all go out for the afternoon.
At least, that was what Eddie thought the plan was.
(Y/n) and Chris had decided different. They had a special surprise for him this year so the plan was to get his presents ready, bake him his favourite cake and make time for Chris to make him his card. Then they would wake him up, surprise him with his presents and then he could decide where they went in the afternoon.
(Y/n) followed Chris out his bedroom and down to the kitchen and when he held his arms up expectingly, she smiled and lifted him up onto the kitchen counter. It was easier for him to sit on the side and help rather than rest his weight against the counter and fumble to lean over. This was easier on his legs.
"What cake are we making for him?"
Chris leaned his head from side to side, letting his eyes glance around the kitchen for inspiration. They had made a large batch of pancakes, half of which Chris had demolished for breakfast, and the rest were waiting for Eddie to devour when he got up.
"Chocolate,"
"Alright! You know what to do,"
They had a well working system in place since baking was something Chris loved to do and was good at. Plus it helped him with his motor skills.
He cracked three eggs into a cup which he then passed to his mum so she could make sure no shells were left in. And when (Y/n) weighed all the ingredients, Chris tipped them into the bowl and smiled when a gust of flour and cocoa sprinkled up into the air and clouded his glasses.
When it was all mixed, (Y/n) held the bowl and Chris scraped the mix into the dish. Waiting for the cake to cook was the part Chris didn't like, he wasn't good at waiting around, he wanted it to be done in two minutes and cooled immediately so he could decorate it.
"Okay, let's get his card done while we wait, sweetheart." (Y/n) looped her arms around her son's waist but when she went to put him down on his feet, he shook his head and giggled.
With a roll of her eyes, (Y/n) kissed his forehead and lifted him higher on her chest until she could hold his legs and carry him properly. He had a thing for being carried around and (Y/n) knew he was probably because he was carried a lot as a child. Although they encouraged him to walk, they did physio and a lot of training to get him walking and help him walk without his crutches, they carried him around while he was little. If they were in crowded places or they had to hurry to catch the bus or make a quick exit.
And when Chris got nervous or upset as a child he would stop walking and wait to be carried around because it calmed him down. It was a habit he hadn't quite grown out of yet and something both parents loved to do.
He buried his face in (Y/n)'s chest and tickled his hair against her neck while she walked over to the dining table. She got the colouring box out that was full of stickers, gems, glitter, felt pens, paint pens and piles and piles of coloured card. Crafts was another thing Chris loved to do.
(Y/n) sat down next to him and sorted through the small bits she and Chris had gone out to buy last week. Chris had picked out a dark blue pillow that said 'World's Best Daddy' in white italics with a love heart at the bottom. And they had designed a shirt with the outline of a fireman on the front that said 'Smoking Hot' in the middle. Along with the cake they were making and the card which (Y/n) realised was going to be rather big, Eddie was going to be spoilt.
But his main present was the thing (Y/n) was most excited to give him and it was something that couldn't be bought in any shop.
"Can I have some card please baby?"
When Chris handed over a piece of light aqua blue card, (Y/n) folded it in half and grabbed a red felt tip. On the front she wrote 'Main Present' then on the inside in italics, she wrote Pending <3.
He wouldn't know what that meant which meant Chris could excitedly explain what his main present was going to be. Not that Chris really understood either but Eddie would once they explained.
It surprised (Y/n) that Chris stayed at the table for a good hour drawing, colouring and editing his card to make it just right. It gave the cake time to bake and cool and kept him occupied. The end result made (Y/n)'s heart swell. There was Eddie on the front in his fireman uniform, a hose in his hands and a fire in the corner that he was putting out. Then in scribbled green pen was The Best Daddy and about fifty XO's inside.
"Okay baby, I've wrote down what we talked about yesterday, do you think you can remember to tell daddy all of this?" It wasn't a lot but she had gone through what Eddie's main present would be when he was at work yesterday. Chris didn't understand and (Y/n) didn't expect him to but he was happy nonetheless and he was desperate to be the one to give Eddie his main present.
"Yeah, do you still have the present?"
"I do, it's al safe and sound. Let's decorate the cake, what do you want on it?" (Y/n) knew she didn't have to ask, she knew exactly what her son would put on the cake.
And she was right when she followed him into the kitchen and watched him get out a big bar of chocolate that he bashed against the counter to break it up. Chris was just like his dad, chocolate was their weakness, especially melted chocolate that they always had when they ate strawberries.
"Are you leaving some for daddy's cake?" (Y/n) snapped a quick picture when Chris shoved a spoonful into his mouth and dribbled more down his chin as he went in for another mouthful. Eddie would be lucky if he got any on his cake.
"Maybe,"
The counter was covered in chocolate dribbles and splotches when Chris tipped the bowl over the cake and giggled as it covered every square inch of cake. For the top, he threw a whole jar of sprinkles over the top along with some edible glitter left over from (Y/n)'s birthday and then a single white candle in the middle of the cake.
"Done!"
"Let's get a picture then,"
Chris looked up at the camera and grinned, holding his hands out towards the cake he'd made with smeared chocolate all down his face. (Y/n) grabbed a handful of wetwipes to clean him up but they both froze when they heard Eddie groaning from the bedroom and the door open. He was getting up. He wasn't supposed to be up for another half an hour.
"Baby-"
"Ahh, he's awake!" Chris was hobbling out of the kitchen and speeding down the hall before (Y/n) had chance to clean him up.
Sighing to herself, (Y/n) hastily cleaned the counter before she grabbed the cake and put it on the table along with the rest of the presents and Chris's card proudly in front. She knew what Chris was going to do, he was going to drag Eddie in here for his presents before he got chance to get a shower or get dressed. If he was awake he was getting spoilt straight away, no room for debate.
"Daddy! Daddy,"
Eddie rubbed his eyes with the base of his hand but his lips curved into a smile when Chris's voice stopped him in his tracks. He barely stepped out of the bedroom before he was caught redhanded trying to get into the bathroom. He paused in the hallway, wearing nothing but his boxers and waited for Chris to meet him.
"Hey- oof, wow bud," Eddie coiled his arms around Chris and slumped back into the wall when his boy nearly took him down to the floor with his force.
"Happy daddy's day!" Chris tucked his chin into Eddie's stomach and smiled up at him with his arms tightly wrapped around his waist. The cheesy grin on his face made the tiredness wash away instantly and Eddie grinned down at him and kissed the top of his head. This was why he always wanted the day off, his boy always managed to make the day special for him.
"Thank you," Leaning down, Eddie kissed the top of his head and then peppered kisses across his cheeks. "Am I allowed a shower quick?"
"No, you need presents." Chris's voice gave no room for debate and he wasn't taking no for an answer. He turned around, took Eddie's hand and started to guide him down the hallway towards the kitchen. Eddie mumbled a quiet 'okay' and followed along. "Presents!"
He moved his hands to Chris's shoulders and kissed the back of his head while he helped him sit down at the table. When Chris was sat down, Eddie moved over to (Y/n) and wrapped his arms around her waist, reeling her into his chest like a fish on a hook. He tucked his face into the side of her neck and smiled against her skin, kissing just behind her ear when he felt her hands smoothing up and down his bare chest.
"Happy father's day," (Y/n) brought her hand up to cup the side of his face and kissed him sweetly.
"Thank you, mi amor," Eddie leaned forward to kiss her again, tilting her back with how far he pushed into her until a voice interrupted them.
"Daddy, open your presents!"
"Alright, alright I'm here." He pulled out a chair and sat down but kept an arm reeled around (Y/n)'s waist so he could pull her onto his lap. She leaned back into his chest and kissed his neck a few times until he squeezed her hip, silently telling her that if she carried on she would get him wound up and he wouldn't be able to do anything about it with Chris wide awake and rearing to play.
Leaning forward, Eddie rested his free arm on the table and looked over all the stuff they had laid out for him. He had been spoiled today.
"You made me a cake?"
"And pancakes,"
"God, I'm starving," Eddie pulled the cake closer to get a look at all the sugary sprinkles on top. He could see that Chris had gone a little overboard but it was as sweet as it was endearing and the thought made his heart explode. "Looks great, bud. What should I open first?"
Chris grabbed the small blue and red bag and slid it across the table for Eddie, clapping his hands when Eddie shuffled (Y/n) further into the middle of his lap so he could weave both arms around her and open his present. A deep chuckle left his lips when he held up the shirt that he was definitely going to wear to the station tomorrow and show off to the guys.
"Wow, I'm gonna look so cool tomorrow, thank you." He laid the shirt out on the chair next to him and grabbed the second bag on the table, grinning when he pulled out a cushion. There was a collection of various cushions on his and (Y/n)'s bed. Ranging from small square ones that said His Lordship and His Ladyship to a deep purple one Eddie got (Y/n) when they got married that said Mrs Diaz with a ring symbol at the bottom.
When Chris was born, (Y/n) got the picture of Eddie when he first held Chris printed on a pillow and that sat proudly on the chair in their bedroom.
"Here's your card,"
"That is amazing. Can I take this to show Buck tomorrow? He'll love it," Eddie reeled Chris into his side and kissed the top of his head. He had a collection of cards in his top bedside drawer of all the cards, keychains and little things Chris had made him over the years. But all their favourites got stuck on the fridge or in picture frames on the wall.
"And as always, you get a main present."
Gently cupping Eddie's face, (Y/n) pulled him in for a kiss before she reached over and handed him the small slip of card. She could see the wheels turning in his mind to work out what it was. He could never tell whether he was getting tickets to a show or a starter to a treasure hunt around the house to find his actual present. That was something they did on Chris's birthday and (Y/n) started doing it for Eddie too because Chris loved showing him around the house and hunting for clues with him.
"Pending? I don't get it," Eddie turned the card over and did a quick sweep of the table again, but he still came up clueless.
Had he missed something? Was he supposed to find another clue somewhere on the table and start searching for something? Did he have to wait until this afternoon or tonight for his present? That would be amazing if it turned out to be the latter.
(Y/n) moved to stand up and turned around so she was facing Eddie who watched as Chris got up too and moved to stand near (Y/n). Seeing as they were both stood up, Eddie got up as well and folded his arms over his chest, smiling at his family as he waited to be told what was happening.
"Come on, someone spill. What am I waiting for?"
"Go ahead baby," (Y/n) rubbed Chris's shoulders and kissed the side of his head to encourage him. They had gone over what he had to say and the paper was in her back pocket just in case he needed it.
"You can have your main present in," Chris turned round and looked back at (Y/n) who smiled and mouthed the words he was doing his best to remember. "Seven months."
"What?!" Eddie threw his head back with a laugh that creased his eyes at the corners. He planted his hands on his hips and cocked a brow at his boy who was biting down on his thumb and giggling madly, looking between his feet and his dad. He clearly knew something Eddie didn't that was making him excited, he loved all of Eddie's reactions to any surprise that he got. "Why do I have to wait that long?"
Crouching down, Eddie reached out and grabbed Chris by his sides and pulled him closer until his arms bumped into Eddie's chest. Chris tilted his head back, still giggling and biting his thumb, a habit he always did when he was happy or excited about something. And when Eddie started to tickle his sides, Chris leaned forward and burrowed his face into Eddie neck and patted his chest.
A shiver bolted down Eddie's spine when he felt Chris laughing into his neck. He snook a glance up at (Y/n) who was leaning forward on one of the chairs with a knowing smile on her lips and a glint in her eye that made him grin.
"Come on, why do I have to wait?"
"It's not ready yet."
"Oh, it's not? Can you at least tell me what it is? I deserve to know why I'm waiting so long," Eddie gently pulled Chris away from his chest so he could look at him and he waited patiently while Chris looked over at (Y/n) for approval.
"You can tell him, sweetheart." (Y/n) nodded while she tangled her fingers together in front of her. They had rehearsed what he was supposed to say so he remembered and got it right and didn't come out saying something entirely different. She just prayed he could get it right but she was sure he would.
"Mummy has a baby in her belly."
Chris pulled his hand away from his mouth long enough to speak properly so Eddie could understand him but as soon as he spoke, he was biting down on his thumb again and patting Eddie's shoulder happily. He watched the sparkle light up his dad's eyes and watched his jaw drop before he tilted his head back to look at (Y/n).
"Are you serious?" Eddie's thumbs smoothed up and down Chris's sides but his eyes were focused on (Y/n).
"Now you have two reasons to celebrate father's day,"
With a quick peck to the side of Chris's head, Eddie tickled him again before he moved over to (Y/n) and lifted her off her feet. His arms cocooned around her waist, pulling her up into his chest and his face nuzzled into the crook of her neck and shoulder as he started to laugh.
This was definitely not the present he had been expecting but it was more than he could have hoped for.
(Y/n) gripped his wrists, feeling the tears start to well up in her eyes when Eddie set her back down so he could cup her face in his hands. His lips were hot and feverish against hers as he kissed her between laughs before he went down on his knees and moved his hands to her hips. She stayed still, happily letting her husband roll up her shirt and slip his hands down beneath her jeans and underwear to hold her hips tight.
But when Eddie kissed her stomach, he felt a pair of arms curling around his neck and a chin perching on his shoulder. Chris didn't know what Eddie was doing but whatever it was, he wanted to join in too.
"Baby?" He giggled, pointing towards (Y/n)'s stomach.
"Yeah, baby's in there,"
"How'd it get there? Do you have to get it out?" He tightened his arms around Eddie's neck and leaned onto his back, smiling when Eddie tipped his head forward into (Y/n)'s stomach and pulled her closer like he was silently asking for her help.
He wasn't sure how to answer that in a way that Chris would understand.
"That's just where babies come from, bud, like you when you were a baby."
"Oh,"
(Y/n) dragged her fingers through Eddie's hair, slowly smoothing back the curls until she heard him murmur, "Thank you, mi amor," against her stomach.
What a present.
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seat-safety-switch · 5 months ago
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Recently, I was watching my cousin Neutral's dog, when he ate a whole pile of iron supplements. The dog, not the cousin. This would not ordinarily be a problem, except that I live next to a junkyard that still have a 1950s-style cartoon electromagnet in operation.
As you might expect, Rover (not his real name) was stuck up there for a really long time, until I was able to negotiate with the crane operator for his safe release. What price was on Rover's head? Paying their inflated rates for an alternator. I mean, fifty bucks for an 80-amp? This is robbery, I bitched, while trying to get the charge reduced to "some overpriced dashboard trim." Under duress, I paid it, and the dog was fine.
Of course, the true junkyard connoisseur can always make a silk purse out of a dog's ransom. When I selected my alternator, I got smart: I looked at all the terrible, holed-out hoopties and picked the one with an electrical fire in the interior. That can only mean one thing: poorly-installed giant subwoofers. And those babies need juice. Suddenly, I was walking out of there with an "80 amp" alternator that could produce four times that amount of jam, thanks to a heinously sketchy rewind courtesy of our town's least reputable stereo store.
You wouldn't expect such a prize to leave the junkyard uncontested. The crane operator immediately realized the scam I was pulling as I tried to pass off a chrome-plated, water-cooled thing of beauty (with a bunch of random chisel marks as I tried to force it off the tensioner) and started to blather about changing the deal. No dice: even dog-kidnapping junkyards have a moral code, I explained to him, and surely he wouldn't want me to bring it forth to The Council.
Anyway, I turned it into a go-kart motor and gave it to the neighbourhood kids. Alternators are kind of a fad, anyway: all you need to run a car's electrical system is to occasionally rotate a large ferrous object through some magnets. Rover is really good at "roll over," and as long as he doesn't hear that as "play dead," he should be able to at least keep the lights on, which will save me a lot of money in batteries too.
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sirfrogsworth · 5 months ago
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Grampa's Antique Fan (2015 vs 2024 Edit)
As a young man, after coming home from the Second World War, my grampa got a job as an electrician for Emerson Electric. He didn't work on the actual electrical products. He just maintained the electrical systems that power the tools to make electrical components.
It was a "I heard you need electricity for your electricity" type deals.
The company was founded in 1890 in nearby Ferguson, Missouri by John Wesley Emerson. He was a Union commander in the Civil War and a lawyer and then a judge and then an author and then a historian... so he was clearly qualified to run one of the first electronics companies. (This is currently referred to as the "Law of Elon".)
Emerson (the company, not the dude) specialized in electric motors and was the first to stick their motors in a fan and sell them.
As you can see by the 4 protective fan guard loopies, these were very safe for kids to be around.
I mean, the biggest thing you could shove in there is a baby arm, which is the least important part of a baby. No baby heads were chopped off—which was the bar for consumer safety during that era.
Fans are rated by the volume of air they can push over a period of time and your average box fan can push about 1400 cubic feet per minute or "CFM". When this Emerson (the fan, not the dude) was produced they actually used "CCH" or cubic cubits per hour. Emerson (the dude) loved using odd standards of measurement much to the chagrin of his engineers.
Due to the small surface area, weak angle of attack, and heavy metal blades, this electronic beast could only push a baker's dozen cubic cubits per baker's hour—which was a confusing metric of time because people were very superstitious and they refused to put the 13 on the baker's clocks. They just left a mysterious blank void after the 12 and apparently several people had existential crises during the baker's hour. Some were institutionalized for a rare condition called Time Delirium.
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Thankfully Emerson Electric was able to provide the electroshock therapy devices that cured several patients. This was achieved by erasing the memory of the traumatic time delirium events along with a few other unimportant details like what they did last Tuesday and their mother's name and one engineering degree that the guy wasn't even using.
My dad actually got the fan working and let me tell you... that bad boy could really work up a gentle breeze...
...if you stood behind it and blew.
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And that fine American-made electric fan motor was just as quiet as a leaf blower on Saturday morning.
Over the last century, Emerson was bought and sold and bought and sold.
And bought and sold and bought and sold.
Was that 7?
Eh, close enough. We'll call it a baker's 7.
They changed their product line countless times over their 130+ years of existence. After fans they pivoted and made electric meat grinders. To this day, no one know what inspired that decision.
Currently, they make radar avionics and are majority-owned by the private equity firm, Blackstone. Which is a totally non-evil sounding name they chose for their company-eating empire. Please ignore that the CEO was one of Trump's policy strategists. This is a non-evil company with a non-evil name run by non-evil people, okay?
Despite Emerson Electric having to settle a baker's gross of lawsuits involving a few lightly scalp'd babies, they maintain a Fortune 500 status and are still headquartered in Ferguson.
They occupy one of the most boring ass buildings ever constructed.
Just rectangles all the way down.
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That architect told every angle to get rect.
Of course, I forgot all of this cool history and sold this fan in the estate auction. I suppose it is a good thing I got a nice photograph to help assuage my current feelings of guilt. I mean, it is not baby scalping, time delirium guilt—but I would feel better if I knew my gramp-gramp's fan was in a good home with 0 babies.
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