#Folding Open Machine Manufacturer

[oceantornadoo]

stranger in your bed (simon riley x reader)

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sun streamed through your blinds as you groggily opened your eyes, still tired from a night of drinking and dancing. immediately you ran out of your room and into your bathroom, just in case. you came back a bit refreshed, stomach still roiling but stopped short when you noticed what, or who, was in your bed. his torso was littered with scars, heavily muscled without being ripped. the body of a man who labored instead of manufacturing his muscles at a gym. his face was tucked into your pillows, but as your eyes trailed downwards, you noticed something else. your thighs rubbed together at the sight of his length, jutting through your covers. you wondered how you would get this man to leave and- “enjoyin the view, love?” he asked in a gravelly tone, face turning to send you a cheeky grin. you were caught, open-mouthed, and there was nothing you could do about it.

he ripped the covers off and stalked towards you slowly, not bothered by his nakedness or the fact you kept staring. you suddenly realized you were wearing his shirt, and upon closer inspection, his neck bared a couple of hickies starting to bruise. “did we-“ “no. i don’t fuck women who can’t see straight.” your lips parted into a slight o as you backed against your bedroom door, unable to tell him to stop walking near you. he finally reached his destination, arms reaching out on either side of your head, his nose brushing your neck. “now lemme hav’ my breakfast, yeah?” you nodded, insanely curious about what this man could do to you.

his hands reached the hem of your shirt, slowly tugging up, giving you time to stop him. instead, you put your arms up and let him pull it off you, entirely submissive to the machine of a man in front of you. “good girl. lean back.” you put your weight on the door and stared up at him with big doe eyes. he reached down for a kiss, restraining your hands from touching him as he slightly sucked on your bottom lip, leaving you with a small bite. you were breathless now, chest rising and falling in quick succession as he made his way down your body, leaving little kisses at places he wanted to come back to. finally, he knelt, giving you a succulent kiss to the apex of your thighs. you were positively dripping, squirming against the door as this stranger had you at his mercy. he nosed the outside of your folds, laughing under his breath as you emitted a small gasp.

“so desperate to come, hm? didn’t even ask my name. how else do you know what to say when you come?” he leaned back, looking at you expectantly. you whined at the loss of contact, hips canting in the air as you tried to entice him back. “what’s your name?” you gasped, pleading for him to finally taste you. “i’ll spell it. focus.” he dived back in, scruff rubbing against your thighs as he teased the outside of your cunt, knowing you barely felt it. “pay attention.” and he finally licked you. he swirled his tongue once then retreated, leaving you wanting again. "so?" "so what?" you practically whined, your hand leaving your door to tug on his hair. he let out a chuckle at your impatience, bracing a hand against your thigh as he stopped you from pulling him into your needy cunt. "so what was the first letter, love? let me do it again." ever so slowly, your stranger licks your cunt, tongue swirling right to left and downwards. "what letter?" "s?" "my smart girl." he rewards you with a long lick up to down, and a little kitten lick to your clit after. you're positively on edge now, somewhere between extremely frustrated and extremely aroused.

he pauses again, patiently waiting for the next letter. "i?" he hums a smile against your cunt, then dives in, making a complex shape with his tongue. you're wracking your brain for names that start with "si", desperate for this man to stop playing games and truly fuck you with his tongue. "simon!" you yell. he rises from his knees, and you wonder if you've made a mistake judging from the smolder behind his eyes, their gaze fierce as the air turns heavy. he pulls you in for a rough kiss, teeth bumping and tongues clashing as he absolutely claims you for himself. "say it again." he whispers as you moan at the sudden intrusion of two of his fingers into your cunt, hole dripping with wetness. "simon." you whimper against his lips. his fingers move faster, thumb circling your clit expertly as his other hand comes up to tweak your nipple. his cock presses against your stomach, his pleasure forgotten as he wholly focuses on yours. "cmon baby, you're right there, i know you want it. come for me." he takes a nipple into his mouth, sucking slightly with a slight bite. that's it as you're sent careening off the edge, hips fucking you further into his hand as you sink into the door. he catches you with his free hand, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. "feel so good, hm? can't get rid of me now. want another two out of you before i fuck you. how does that sound, love? you brought the wrong man home. i'm going to ruin you."

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wrote this extremely hungover while wishing simon riley was in my bed

[severedfromthesource]

Heart of the Forge

Part 1| Part 2| Part 3

With Adam in cardiac arrest, Tav scrambles to revive him before the Pennydurren loses power. And before the choice is taken out of his hands.

Original concept by @emptycalories-splitlip . Features M resus, M rescuer, CPR, mouth to mouth, intubation, open heart massage.

In the other cars, the lights had been going haywire. Brightening to terribly hot globes on the walls and ceiling, flickering, going dark and then reigniting with the Forge’s heart struggling to maintain him. The entire Pennydurren knew something was wrong. No one knew more acutely than the seamstress in the upper cars garment manufacturing. There was a great shudder running through the train and the sewing machines went silent for the first time that day.

She stared at the needle buried in cloth and folded her hands over her mouth. She knew better than anyone what that meant. “No,” she whispered, tears springing up before she could even register she was crying. “No, my baby…” The backup generators kicked in and once more the machines came to life and the lights popped back on, but it brought her no relief.

Adam’s heart had stopped. Her son was dying.

—

There was a moment, holding up Adam’s limp head with his shoulder, that Tav couldn’t comprehend what had happened. His brain short circuited. He held him there for- too long. Entirely too long. He couldn’t take a breath. What air remained in his lungs left his mouth in short huffs, his eyes wide and fixed on some inconsequential spot on the floor. He couldn’t look at his charge. He couldn’t begin to understand, or maybe accept the truth, that his Forge’s heart had just stopped.

He was dead weight in his arms. The seizure had faced, replaced with an earth shattering stillness. His hands shook where they had been braced against the larger man’s back. Somewhere beyond the ringing in his ears, Marsh’s deep timbre was shouting. He realized, feeling something warm slip from his eyelash, that the ringing was the EKG. He’d flatlined. And Marsh was grabbing his shoulder hard enough to hurt.

“Gustav!” He bellowed. “Sit him back!” Why? He wondered at those words, He’s dead. I can at least hold him like this, I can feel his warmth until it’s not there anymore. I- Marsh slapped him hard across the face. Now his ear really was ringing, but only on the left side, a high pitched whine where he’d been struck. His cheek stung, reddened and almost immediately beginning to swell with an angry, hand shaped welt. Any harder and he might have knocked him unconscious. It was enough.

Tav was shoved back into his body and he moved, laying Adam back against the metal throne. Immediately the engineer tipped Adam’s head back into one of his large hands, supporting his neck as he forced air into his body. Adam was big, but Marsh had been working his whole life with machinery weighing twice as much as himself, and he looked like it. Even just pinching his nose for artificial respirations, he covered half of the Forge’s face so his slack mouth was the only thing really visible.

Tav scooted back as far as he dared on his charge’s lap, stacking his hands in the middle of his slick chest. He felt the air welling in his lungs once more, then he started compressing his chest. “One and two and three and four, five, six-“

The light was dimming in Adam’s chest. He tried not to turn back into a stunned bystander, forcing himself to focus instead on the rhythm of CPR and the depth. But even that was hard. Focus was impossible. Not when his fingers bent over Adam’s ribs as he pumped his heart manually. Not when his Forge’s arms swung limply off the arm rests of the chair.

He heard the hollow whoosh when he reached thirty and Marsh filled Adam’s lungs. Tav glanced over at the monitor, seeing the flatline making a comet trail over the display. He once more beat his hands against his sternum and the straight line was broken up by sharp, irregular peaks. It was comforting, as much as anything was comforting right now, to watch the line on the monitor. It was picture proof that he was doing something good. He was actually making his heart beat, and not just fracturing his bones needlessly.

A voice crackled over his comm watch, “Gustav? Gustav, what’s going on?” Father Shep. He ran the entire operation, the Pennydurren’s conductor and king and named protector. The one who had tethered Adam to the engine with ropes and cables. Tav swallowed and managed to huff, “Adam is in cardiac arrest. I’m trying to resuscitate him as we speak.”

“Damn it all.” There was movement on the other end before he continued, “We caught your little viper. He confessed to everything. They used some kind of poisonous mushroom powder from the back cars, distilled a cardiotoxin.” Tav nearly collapsed. He reached a count of thirty again and rested his hand over Adam’s heart as Marsh filled his lungs.

“I’m still waiting on the medic,” he ground out as he took up his task again, forcing his sternum inward.

“I had him diverted,” said Shep.

Tav’s stomach bottomed out. “You… what? Why? I need help here, I’m not a-“ “He’s preparing the next Forge candidate for surgery. The auxiliary power will just barely last two hours, the surgery and instillation of a Forge take a little longer. We’ve never had such short notice of replacement.”

Replacement. The strength nearly went out of Tav’s arms. They were going to let him die. Worse, they were asking his Keeper to let him die. “Sir, I can… I can bring him back, he’s only been in arrest a few minutes-“ “This isn’t a stroke or heart attack, or something we can treat. Even if he recovers, his heart will be considerably weakened. He’s of no use.” Tav felt like someone had punched him in the stomach.

Marsh stared down at him, holding Adam’s head up. Both had paused their efforts to revive him. Something clicked nearby and a panel slid open on the wall. An emergency measure he had only been briefed on his first day. Scalpels, bone saws, and other surgical equipment gleamed behind the glass case, upon which read IN CASE OF EMERGENCY in red block letters. “Go ahead and call him, Gustav,” said Father Shep. “Then retrieve his spark so it can be implanted in the replacement Forge. If we do this right, we should have just enough time before the backup generators go out.”

Tav was shaking. His hands trembled on Adam’s pectoral, his skin cooling under his palm. They weren’t just asking him to let him die. They were asking him to cut him open and peel away the thing that made him special. The device affixed to his left ventricle and glowing dimly now behind his sternum, the thing that had made him a Forge in the first place, and made Tav his Keeper. Marsh had stopped giving him breaths and looked on with an expression of pity.

“I can bring him back,” he rasped lamely, “I can save him. Just let me save him…” “You have your orders. It’s already underway, if you hesitate then you are risking the lives of everyone else on this train. We’re already losing power to the diving bells outside. Do as I’ve asked you, Gustav.”

He looked to the silver instruments, pristine in their glass case, and his own heart hammered painfully in his chest. Butchery. They wanted him to cut open the only person who had ever given a damn about him, who smiled when he smiled and laughed at his stupid jokes. He looked up at the engineer, pleading with his eyes without knowing it. Marsh shook his head, gingerly adjusting Adam’s head so it rested against the back of the chair. His throat made a limp arch and his eyes were closed. He looked small and ordinary.

Tav made a decision. “Get him to the floor,” he muttered, as much on his back as you can manage.” “Should we disconnect him?” “Not yet. Just lay him down.” It took them both to lay him in a heap on the floor. He was partially angled as the cables lifted one of his shoulders a bit off the floor, so he couldn’t lay flat. Tav settled back onto his knees beside him. He interlocked his fingers and began forcefully pounding on his chest again.

Marsh looked at him with wide eyes. “Lad? What’re you doing?” But it was obvious. Tav wasn’t giving up. “I can save him,” he said, his eyes never straying from Adam’s face. “Keep breathing for him.” “Lad,” Marsh said low and sympathetically, like he was trying to explain death to a small child, “We have to get the engine running again. We can’t waste time.”

“He is not some piece of machinery you can just replace when it malfunctions,” Tav snapped, “He’s not useless. Or a waste of time. Fucks sake, he’s a human being!” He threw his weight behind each thrust, forcing Adam’s chest to cave and rocking his body. His impassioned plea made it obvious that Adam was more than a human being to him. He had been his one constant since they were children. He’d protected the Pennydurren since he was a teenager, and Tav had protected him. “I’m not just gonna let him go,” he whispered in hoarse, aching defiance.

Marsh watched him for at least two cycles of CPR. Tav rocked against his chest, Adam’s shoulders shrugging inward with each compression. He pulled open his jaw, making a seal against his pale lips, and blew down his throat. The Keeper had started hyperventilating from adrenaline and exertion by the second round of breaths, and spit bubbled up at the corner of his mouth as he blew. Shiny strings of saliva connected their lips as he drew away to plunge once more against his unmoving heart.

The engineer moved to the other side and gingerly shouldered him out of the way. “Focus on giving him air,” he said in a gruff murmur, locking his hands between the Forge’s nipples. He had a lot more muscle to throw behind each pummeling thrust, and Adam’s entire body shook with them. His head danced back against the floor, his hand, angled against the cables, thumped quietly at his side. Tav did as he asked and focusing on giving him air. “…Twenty-eight- twenty-nine, thirty, breathe.” He breathed for him. The cycle began again, “One, two, three, four…”

In between rescue breaths, he sat on his knees, bent over his charge. He kept a hand on his cheek, panting, his forehead pressed against the other man’s. “Come on,” he whispered to him, “Come on, kid… Take a breath, just breathe… Breathe-“

It had been ten minutes since his heart seized and went still. The light between his ribs was nothing but a faint ember now, and his deep skin was waxy and colorless. Tav kissed his temple, clutched his face. “Anything,” he whispered, “Anything, Adam… just give me something. Tell me you’re not gone…” They beat his chest. They shocked him, the current making him jolt like a puppet shaken by its strings. His heart wouldn’t move. It didn’t budge under the efforts of both men to get him back.

“I have a courier headed your way now,” Father Shep suddenly announced over the comm watch, making them both jump. Tav, for one, had forgotten utterly that he was waiting for them to deliver Adam’s life on a platter. “I trust you’ve got it in hand?”

He didn’t say anything. He looked over at the surgical tools on the far wall, his thumb stroking Adam’s cheek. “Gustav? Do you copy? Have you got-“ He clicked it off. Maybe they’d throw him off the nearest platform for this, but none of that mattered half so much as getting the Forge back.

He went and retrieved the surgical equipment. Gloves, laryngoscopes, intubation tubes, rib spreaders, saws. He laid a few implements he might need on the tray and ferried them over. Adam had been without a pulse for nearly twenty minutes. He’d been without artificial pulse for a little over one. Tav knelt beside him. “Hold compressions.” Marsh warily eyed the surgical tools but obliged and leaned back in his heels.

“You know how to intubate someone?” “My brother’s one of the medics, I seen him do it a few times.” “Good,” said Tav, snapping on a pair of latex gloves. He set the ventilation device between them. “Intubate him.”

Marsh huffed, but grabbed the silver laryngoscope blade and slid it over Adam’s tongue. He fed the intubation tube down his throat and kept it in place with a endotracheal tube holder looped around his cheeks and the back of his head. Then he switched on the little portable ventilator Tav had brought over and it hummed as it worked, the accordion like squeezer in the glass tube rising and falling with a seesaw rhythm to his chest now. When it expanded, his chest fell, and when it squeezed down towards the bottom, his chest rose.

Tav liberally slathered iodine over the curve of Adam’s ribs, where they were slightly elevated against the wiring. It dripped in lazy amber rivulets, staining his skin as it went. Then he snatched up a scalpel and slid it over the hollow between two ribs. He kept the incision open with the spreader clamp, wide enough that meat and muscle were visible through the wound.

More importantly, wide enough to slide a gloved hand into Adam’s chest cavity.

His fingers probed blindly through the walls of his organs and ribs until he touched something hard and metal. The spark. Its light was mostly dead by now, but with the open wound, some of its soft orange glow spilled out in weak beams of light. Tav peeked at the outside of his sternum. He could see the shadow of his hand as it closed around the organ in the center of his chest. He felt the rubbery texture of compact muscle even through the gloves he wore, and the disconcerting sensation of his lungs expanding and shuddering with the ventilator, like jellyfish brushing up against his fingers.

He cradled Adam’s heart in his hand. It was bigger than he anticipated, athletic from the years training the cardiac muscle to their peak. Tav swallowed back a sob and a laugh at the same time. He really did have the biggest heart of anyone he knew. He would make it beat again, no matter what it took. He should have felt some kind of nausea or panic at performing a surgery he had little knowledge of, but a cold calm had settled instead.

He worked his thumb in against a ventricle. His fingers made a soft cradle around the organ and he slowly began to massage it, unsure, somewhat timid strokes at first, until finally he worked himself into a steady rhythm. His other hand he braced against Adam’s sternum, watching the shadow play reflected there. He could see the contour of his hand coaxing the silent organ, pumping and squeezing life back into it. And life was going back into it.

The light was beginning to grow hotter, the shapes more distinct in his chest as Tav worked his fingers around the dense muscle. “Come on,” he urged again, “Beat… beat already…” As if hearing his command, there was a brief quiver. The light grew hot for a moment and then dimmed into the dim half light again. Tav resituated himself up on his knees and pat Adam’s chest with his free hand. “I felt that, there we go! Cmon, Adam, gimme another.”

He did. The chambers swelled into his palm and a ripple of movement ran up into his fingertips. The monitor showed a blip, then another, then went still again. He massaged his thumb against it, squeezing it into the space between his thumb and palm. It ballooned and swelled up against him and he loosened his hold, allowing it to fill and empty a few times as he held it. It stuttered and he gingerly soothed it. It beat erratically and he held it still. He could have wept if he had any energy to give to anything but this moment. Adam was trying so hard, even lying there, motionless, looking dead.

Marsh’s attention darted between the grief stricken young man and the moving shadows under Adam’s skin. Tav lowered himself over the unconscious man, wrapping his free arm around his shoulder and half embracing him. He couldn’t hug him fully, but he wanted to so badly. “Come back,” he whispered, lips grazing his arm as he folded himself over the Forge. “Please…”

His heart thumped hard against Tav’s palm. His fingers stilled as he cupped the center of his entire being. It took a moment but it beat again, flexing between his fingers. The ventilator hissing was the only sound in the room, and he felt it expand inside him, again brushing the tips of his fingers. And again his heart moved against him, the chambers sluggishly moving as if remembering how. He brushed his thumb one last time over the left ventricle, as if trying to offer it comfort. You can do it, he told it with touch alone, You can beat again. Then it did.

Tav sat, staring at the strong light cast from the spark in Adam’s sternum. He could see more clearly now the silhouette of his hand, the light shining between his fingers as, for a few moments, he could only marvel at the feeling of his heart coming back to life. Once he was sure it was well and truly beating on its own, he slid his hand from the incision and for a brief second could only sit, stunned, blood up to his forearm. He’d never imagined a world where he failed, yet by the same token he never imagined a world where he’d succeeded either. Torn between a million different reactions, he leaned his forehead down against Adam’s shoulder and wept.

—

The engine room was filled with the quiet hum of machinery when Adam finally started to stir. He suck in a deep breath and his eyes fluttered open. He was in his cot. His limbs felt heavy, they barely obeyed his command as he stretched out his arms and legs, then winced as the motion pulled at something in his ribs. He reached up and pressed blindly at the bandages looped around his chest.

He had no idea how close he’d come to dying, though he had the sense something serious had happened. He remembered air being short in his lungs. The uneven thrum of his heart as it struggled to beat, the air forced in his lungs and the defibrillator on his chest. Then it was all black. In my vague shapes and feelings. He dreamed, and wasn’t entirely sure it was a dream, that Tav had held him and kissed him over and over again. Something had punched him in the chest, then as if in apology, had stroked him there instead. He dreamed of a snake going head first down his throat and constricting his heart.

He became aware in the dark of a warm shape at his side. He looked over and made out a familiar silhouette. His inner spark was the only nightlight he really had, and its light bounced off Tav’s face. He looked exhausted. The cot was barely big enough for Adam’s large frame, and somehow the Keeper had managed to squeeze himself into the space between the Forge and the wall, sleeping there deeply. Deep enough he didn’t stir as Adam touched his cheek.

He would never know the terror he felt. He was unconscious when Father Shep arrived himself and looked for any excuse to declare Adam a lost cause, even when they’d turned the engine back on and his heart had been as strong as ever. Tav would never tell him the full story of those long minutes of death.

But nuzzled against him now, Adam didn’t think of any of that. He slid his arms around the smaller man, ignoring the twinges of pain here and there, and drew him in close. All he knew was that somehow, his Keeper had saved him. Tav hummed in his sleep and nuzzled up against the wall of warm muscle he was dimly aware of. His ear pressed to his Forge’s heart and he sighed, content.

The terror had passed.

[butterflydm]

Hi! I just watched Dune pt 2 and was thinking about the Aiel-Fremen similarities amd was wondering if you had any thoughts about the comparison because I love the way you write about WOT?

Thank you!

Oh, yes! There are tons. Watching Dune Part 2 definitely reminded me of how much the Fremen and the Aiel have in common -- Jordan had said that any similarities are unintentional, which I'm guessing is true, because Jordan was very open about how much he used other sources as inspiration when he was building his world (given the premise of the world -- that time is a wheel and everything that happened in our world also happened in WoT, it makes a lot of sense that he would do that -- Dune is also set in the far-future of our own world as well, so they share that root in common too).

From what I've read in various places, it's more that Herbert and Jordan were drawing on some of the same real-life sets of historical societies (there's a run-down here, though unfortunately it looks like the page doesn't exist anymore outside of the wayback machine) to inspire their desert warriors, which led to a lot of their similarities.

But something that's really interesting to me are the ways in which Dune being sci-fi and Wheel of Time being fantasy had an impact on the creation and the writing of the two societies. (some of my thoughts below do contain spoilers for the later books in the Dune series!)

Dune is sci-fi -- prophecies aren't real (for the most part). So the prophecy that the Fremen believe in was actually seeded by the Bene Gesserit centuries ago as a 'surprise tool to help us later' for any Bene Gesserit who might find herself in trouble on the planet.

WoT is fantasy and prophecy is very real, though not always interpreted correctly. The old Aes Sedai who tells the Aiel their prophecy for the future was very much on the level and trying to do her best to protect and save the Aiel rather than setting them up to be manipulated centuries down the road.

The Aiel (at least the leaders of the Aiel) are also very aware that they are meant to be tools in the hands of their prophesied figure and that only "a remnant of a remnant" will survive. They have been explicitly setting up their society as a tool, I would argue, by telling their people that the Three-Fold Land's purpose was to shape them to make up for their 'sin' against the Aes Sedai. So there's a self-awareness to their choices, even in the beginning. They know that their savior is also their doom and walk into it with their eyes open.

This is also a big difference in Paul himself and Rand, in that Paul is a manufactured savior and Rand is a real one -- a large part of that lies in that Paul is a sci-fi protagonist and Rand is a fantasy one (though we could always bring up Paul's son, Leto II, who becomes monstrous in order to try to save humanity from an existential threat).

Paul is a critique of the white savior trope -- he is a complete outsider to Fremen society, takes them over using lies that exploit their religious beliefs, and uses them to further his own agenda, destroying them in the process.

Rand is half-Aiel, so that makes him more akin to Paul's children with Chani than to Paul himself in that regard, in that he does have that blood connection to the Aiel (which lets him experience their history through the glass columns), but he wasn't raised by them, so there's that distance too.

But both Paul and Rand are very aware that they are using the Fremen-Aiel as a tool for their own plans (but again, here I loop back to the intentionality -- not only do the Aiel leaders know this all along, but Rand reveals to all of the Aiel the truth about their past, which means that they immediately fracture in a way that takes the Fremen years to begin doing), so they have that in common.

In addition to the difference between sci-fi and fantasy, we also have a big difference (in the books) in how the two sets of books examine religion. Religion is a much bigger and more explicit thing in Dune than in WoT -- Paul is able to build his following by exploiting his followers' religion to turn them into fanatics. Now we do have an example of some of Rand's followers turning into fanatics, but it's not in the Aiel but in Masema and what he does on the west coast, and the Dragonsworn are mostly not focused on, especially not in Rand's actual plotlines.

But, yeah, Paul Atreides, Rand al'Thor, (and I add Anakin Skywalker) kinda all exist in this sort of venn diagram in my head that I'm going to try to plot out:

[workersolidarity]

This is an index of Economic growth of select ex-Communist countries: Russia, Ukraine, Belarus, Poland, and Georgia, with a mention of China.

Poland, among the Eastern European ex-Communist countries, did the best. And it is true that Poland's economy is now more than 2.5x the size it was before the Warsaw Pact countries collapsed, having received ENORMOUS aid funds from the EU and US, and was even brought into the European Union, becoming fully integrated into the Western Imperialist fold.

There's just no way to credibly say that Neoliberalism served the economic growth of Poland. The massive economic intervention by the West into Poland's economy is antithetical to Neoliberalism. And so, we can conclude Neoliberalism was NOT a cause for Poland's economic growth.

Second best, as you can see, is Belarus, having grown to nearly twice the size its economy was in 1989. But what's interesting about this is that Belarus was the one Eastern European nation that did NOT adopt a Neoliberal Capitalist model. It is still to this day a largely publicly-owned economy, depending largely on large State-owned Machining and Manufacturing companies that employ large swaths of the population. Its education system as well has changed little since 1989, and Belarus still has one of the best education systems among Eastern European countries.

Russia is an interesting case because it began down the road to Neoliberalism, oligarchs formed out of the ex-Soviet heartland, with criminal enterprises and private corporations becoming nearly indistinguishable from one another for a time.

However, in very important ways, Russia has begun moving away from the Neoliberal model, even re-Nationalizing certain key resources and vastly increasing Social spending, Healthcare spending, and Infrastructure projects. This increase is reflected in the graph as a sudden stop in Russia's decline in the early 2000's and a steady, if slow, growth since then.

I don't personally know a whole lot about Georgia, and so I will decline to comment on the economic state of the country at this time, and will do some research on the economic system of Georgia.

Last, and certainly least, comes Ukraine, which followed a process similar to Russia's, indulging in the worst Neoliberal impulses for Privatization and Deregulation. With that said, much of Ukraine's previously strong Socialist Labor Protections, broad Union Rights, and huge public assets still remained at the time of the Euromaidan coup.

And what you see since 2014 is the very rapid deregulation, privatization and Union smashing of the Ukrainian economy. The entire country is for sale. Don't take my word for it, take Zelensky's when he made that weird video praising BlackRock and JP Morgan Chase as the future of Ukraine. Zelensky has made it crystal clear: any and all State Assets are up for the highest bidder to take. Mostly Western Corporations that see an opportunity to suck the wealth out of yet another country's working class. And the results have been so far predictable: huge increases in poverty along with economic decline and stagnation. I mean, peeling Ukraine away from its largest trading partner was always going to be bad for Ukraine, and the economic indicators make it clear that Neoliberalism is destroying their Working Class.

And lastly a simple note on China: China's economy has grown 1'480% since 1989. A staggering figure for a Nation that had been among the poorest in the world for the 19th and much of the 20th Centuries. China of course is no longer a Communist style Command economy, or is it? China still has no Private Property, all property must be leased from the State, and though China has opened up its economy, it hasn't exactly followed the Neoliberal model either.

Instead China has led global economic growth as a sort of mixed economy. Much of it remains under Command control, being massive State-owned enterprises, and the CPC has huge stakes in Private companies throughout the Chinese economy. Virtually all of China's resources remain under Govt control, under Public ownership.

I won't go much further into it, the point is clear: China, whatever its economy may be called, it is NOT Neoliberal Capitalism. So for our purposes, China's massive economic growth cannot be attributed to Neoliberalism by any means.

So just something to think about. It seems pretty obvious that Neoliberalism offers nothing to the Working Classes. All it offers is more poverty and stratospheric inequality.

*Update*

Just an added side note: one thing each of the countries that have displayed economic growth since the fall of the Soviet Union have in common is an Industrial Policy. Poland, China and Belarus each have had an industrial policy with large-scale Govt intervention. This is also antithetical to Neoliberalism, and the countries that have not had an industrial policy were also the same countries to follow the Neoliberal model.

A clear Industrial Policy seems like an essential character of an economy growing on Main Street, not Wall Street.

[edupunkn00b]

The Uses of Adversity, Ch. 9: Shoulder to Shoulder Around the Fire

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WC: 3913 - Rated: T, mild cursing, past injuries briefly referenced

Logan closed the washer door and stabbed at the buttons on the front of the machine before the cycle clicked on and the basin slowly filled with soapy water. With a heavy groan, he leaned against the basement wall and closed his eyes. He’d woken up a half dozen times in the night, plagued by dreams and nightmares and dreams until the thin pink dawn stabbed through his blinds and he gave up on sleep and dragged himself out of bed. 

He’d stripped his bed and showered, then brought it all down to the laundry room. Eyes still closed, he worked through a breathing exercise he’d found online and scrabbled past the rocky ice filling his mind to find something, anything to be grateful for.

He was grateful it was Saturday. Grateful he didn’t have to plaster on a smile and rush into the day and off to work. Grateful he had time to get this done, grateful for the chance to wash another night down the drain. Grateful for the high capacity washer.

A screeching whine snapped open his eyes and he watched as the machine agitated one more time then stuttered to a stop, the lights on the front flashing an error code of F1E2.

“Fuck,” he muttered and pulled out his phone to look up the code. The manual had long ago been recycled, but the manufacturer was decent about keeping their documentation updated. Should that count as something to be grateful for? Sighing, he swore again as he scrolled down to the error. Not quite.

With some difficulty, he worked his way around to the back of the machine to reach the manual override and drained the machine while he waited for the service center to pick up. He was still the next caller after he’d dumped the sopping bedding into big blue Ikea bags and checked the hours of the laundromat he drove past each day on his way to the highway.

It turns out, it was the only laundromat within a ten mile radius.

He kept the call live as he loaded up the car with the wet laundry from the machine along with the load of lights that had already been waiting for him. It was a short drive and he was still on hold when he parked and the phone suddenly disconnected.

“Fuck,” he swore again and took a deep breath before he redialed. Unloading his frustration on some poorly paid customer service rep who was working on a Saturday was hardly the right choice. He took another slow breath and forced a smile onto his face before he dialed.

A different voice message picked up right away.

“Thank you for calling Maytag. We look forward to serving you. Our call center is open Monday through Friday, 9 am to 3 pm, and on Saturdays from 9 am to 12 pm,” Logan checked his watch. It was only 10 o’clock. The recording continued. “Eastern Standard Time.”

“Of course.” Logan sat frozen in the driver’s seat, staring down at the phone as the message repeated twice before disconnecting. He silently recited a new litany of things to be grateful for. There had been gas in the car. He had cash in his wallet for the machines. The laundromat was close. 

Sighing, he pocketed his phone and hauled the laundry and a tote bag full of soap, softener, and hangers for his shirts. In his first real brush of luck for the day, Logan was pleasantly surprised to see the laundromat wasn’t crowded, with the only other occupants an attendant at the back folding laundry that had been dropped off and a young couple over by the dryers.

Logan fought to keep his attention on the machines in front of him as he loaded them up and added soap to the dispensers. He hadn’t been to a laundromat in decades, not since college, but it appeared the machines were at least that old, so it didn’t take much to figure them out. A bright bubble of laughter drew his attention and he watched as the couple worked together to pull a giant comforter out of the dryer. The woman giggled when her partner piled the comforter on top of her head and shoulders, then pretended she’d disappeared. Logan’s heart ached at the softness in his eyes as he laughingly bumped into her, and the way his hands went up protectively, sweetly , ready to catch her in case he knocked her off balance.

He would never begrudge such a sweet couple their happiness, but… that couldn’t make it hurt any less to have it dangled in front of him. After a few more moments of miming looking for her in the dryer and under a counter, the man lifted up the comforter and exclaimed joyfully at the sight of his partner underneath. Tossing aside the blanket, neither seemed to notice or care when it slipped off the folding counter and onto the floor as he pulled her into a kiss, right there in the middle of the laundromat.

Logan looked away and fumbled for his wallet to go and make change for the machine.

His movement seemed to have reminded them they were in public and, still giggling and whispering, they picked up the comforter and worked together to fold it before tackling the rest of their laundry together. They made chores look like just one more chance to spend time together. He supposed that, for them, that’s all this was. Just another sunny Saturday morning, full of laughter and dryer sheets. And love.

After he’d fed the machines almost twenty dollars worth of quarters, he set a timer on his watch and went out to wait in the car for the cycle to finish. He hated himself for it, but he was relieved when, ten minutes later, the door to the laundromat burst open and they left, hand in hand. Logan put down the book he’d been trying to read and went inside to wait for the timer to go off.

~~~

It didn’t take long for Logan to distribute the clothes and bedding between three dryers. While he waited, he leaned against a folding counter and tried again to get through his book. The Four Agreements. If it had been anything other than a library book, he would’ve tossed the damn thing forty pages ago.

“Lo?” a sweet voice from his dreams pulled him away from the page and he looked up, near-certain he’d simply imagined it. 

“Roman?” Logan blinked. “H—how?” Roman smiled back at him, less than three feet away. Dressed in slim, bright white jeans and a crimson henley that hugged his chest like it’d been painted on, he could’ve just stepped off the cover of a magazine. Literally. One of his cover shoots in a Variety Logan had found in the periodicals section had featured a strikingly similar outfit. This… this couldn’t be real.

Logan brushed his fingers over the hot glass on the dryer door, hand jerking back at the searing heat. No, it wasn’t a dream. Roman was really here, smiling in front of him in the middle of the grimy laundromat. “Roman, what are you doing here?” he laughed as he stepped closer, a pleased smile pushing away his earlier dour thoughts.

“I recognized your car outside,” Roman shrugged, as though it was the most normal thing in the world for him to travel around this little suburban neighborhood. Pushing himself up, he sat on the counter next to him. “You weren’t in the salon next door, and,” he winked and bumped into his shoulder. “I figured if you were in the massage parlor at the corner I’d leave you in peace.”

“That’s some fine detective work there, Mr. Prince,” Logan laughed again, hoping the heat of the dryers disguised his blush at the kind of things that were rumored to transpire at a massage parlor that didn’t open until four in the afternoon. Logan nodded, “But how… How did you know it was my car? There are a lot of Pilots around here.”

“You live in Kirkland.” Roman rolled his eyes and jerked his head toward the parking lot. “You were parked between a monstrously large pickup with a ‘thin blue line’ flag and a minivan with a faded Trump sticker. There aren’t a lot of Human Rights Campaign decals around here.”

“It’s getting better, but… you’re right.” Logan frowned and opened the dryer when it buzzed. He felt the clothes, flipping them around and checking the heavy seams on his duvet. He closed the door and added three more quarters.

“What did make you move out here, anyway?” Roman waited until Logan returned to his side, grinning when he catapulted himself up into the counter next to him. “It’s so far from work.” 

Logan frowned, mouthing opening then closing as he worked out the best way to explain.

“Oh, fuck, I…” Roman shook his head, bumping his knee. “I didn’t mean to pry. That—”

“No, it’s quite alright,” he assured, bumping back. He tilted his head, watching the worry dissipate from Roman’s eyes. Logan smiled. It shouldn’t be alright, he didn’t like to talk about, well, any part of the divorce, but… it didn’t seem like Roman was asking because all he cared about was gathering sordid details or some juicy, gossip-worthy tidbit to squirrel away for a dull moment at a party. He… It just seemed like he cared.

“Patton wasn’t doing well in his neighborhood school,” he said at last. “They were unwilling to make even the most basic of accommodations. The Explorer school up on 6th was highly recommended.” He adjusted his glasses. “I… must admit, I used a bit of subterfuge to get the moving clause added to our parenting plan in the divorce decree. I added it at the same time I proposed a rather draconian vacation schedule.” He shrugged. “Her lawyer took the bait and called a special session to get me to update it.” He watched a yellow shirt tumble around in a sea of white oxfords. . “They never even noticed the other clause until after it had been signed. After it went into the plan, I found a place within the school’s boundaries and Remy and I moved here, with Virgil and Patton coming here every other week” 

Logan realized he’d been rambling and he looked up but Roman simply listened, that same soft smile pulling up one corner of his mouth higher than the other. “Was it hard…” Logan looked away, fingers twisting in his lap. “I mean, moving with three boys?”

“Oh…” The cold knot in his stomach eased and a slow smile spread across his face. “The stove malfunctioned on our first night all together and the furniture truck had gotten lost in Yakima. The boys and I ate pizza and Taco Bell for the first few nights… “ He glanced up at Roman, searching his eyes for boredom or, worse, judgement at his poor planning. Roman just nodded, smiling as he leaned in, listening. Logan smiled back. “We ate together on a plastic table cloth in the middle of the living room floor. Patton still talks about how great it had been.” 

He looked out at the bedding twisting in the dryer. “It’s not perfect. It’s a long commute and I’m responsible for coordinating extra-curricular transportation even when Patton is at Kelly’s place in Seattle, but… it’s a good place for Patton, despite the… au de MAGA. It’s worth it.”

“It sounds great,” Roman nodded, a wistfulness to his smile that Logan didn’t fully understand. “You know, the next time I’m negotiating a contract, I want you on my side,” he added. “That was brilliant.” Another dryer buzzed and, blushing, Logan leapt down from the counter. He fished around in the machine and nodded. Roman was at his side with a laundry cart.

“Thank you,” he said, smiling as he looked up at the hanging bar. “Perfect, in fact. How—”

Roman gestured to the shirt Logan had just pulled from the machine. “It’s best to hang them right away,” he explained. He grabbed one of the hangers sticking out from the canvas ACLU tote bag tucked under the counter where they’d been sitting. “May I help?” he asked, reaching tentatively for the shirt in Logan’s hands. “I spent three years as head of costume at the London Coliseum.”

“Thank you,” he said again, once more confounded by his answer. His hands moved automatically, shaking out a shirt as he watched Roman expertly flick then smooth the collar of the shirt he’d plucked from the dryer. Logan smiled as he reached for the next shirt, only looking away when Roman faced him again.

“Do you always come here?” He asked, hooking the first shirt on the rod, ready for the next. “You seem to have a solid routine.”

“Ah, no, actually,” he looked down, the morning’s frustrations churning in his stomach. Shaking it away, he pulled out another shirt. “I discovered this morning that our washer had broken overnight. The timing was… unfortunate. I’d fallen a bit behind and, well…” He looked out at the three dryers’ worth of laundry. The duvet bounced in its own dryer, the colorful paisley staring back at him.

“You’re a better man than I,” Roman chuckled, buttoning the top button of his favorite shirt before hanging it on the rod. “I would’ve moped for at least a day after that kind of morning.”

Logan glanced up as the happy couple hed watched, the reminder of his shameful jealously burning his cheeks. “Who says I didn’t mope?” he tried to laugh. Roman’s hand lingered when he reached for the next shirt, pinkie and ring fingers touching.

“You’re here,” he said simply, that soft, knowing smile curling up his lips.

“Yes, well,” Logan cleared his throat and looked away, hoping he hadn’t been staring as long as he feared he’d been. “So, you explained why you’re here in the laundromat,” he asked, eyes fixed on the last shirt from the dryer. “What are you doing slumming on the Eastside?”

Roman laughed, rich and resonant in the tiny laundromat. His whole body moved with it, curls bouncing around his face. “Your Costco is the least hectic I’ve seen around here,” he said around another laugh. “Once you get past the parking lot, that is.”

“You rented a car and drove all the way out here for the Costco?” Logan tilted his head, brow furrowed.

“That and the teriyaki place next door,” he chuckled, pulling the cart back so Logan could close the dryer door before moving to the next finished load. Logan laughed, shaking his head. “I’m serious! I’ll prove it to you!” He tapped the laundry cart and grinned. “When we’re done here, let me buy you lunch. You’ll see.”

Logan looked up at him over his shoulder and nodded before he pulled out the duvet, bundling it in his arms to keep it away from the dust bunnies on the dingy tiled floor. “Alright, Mr. Prince. Prove it to me.”

Bending over, Roman grabbed two corners of the duvet and stepped back, pulling gently to stretch the linen out flat before bringing his corners together. “You’re on, Mr. Sanders.”

~~~

“You have the neatest trunk I’ve ever seen,” Roman remarked as they loaded up the back of Logan’s Pilot with two baskets of clean clothes and bedding. He carefully laid the stack of cotton shirts over the top, crossing the arms loosely to prevent more creases. The carpeted trunk floor was pristine, a small travel vacuum neatly strapped in a side compartment the evidence of how a father of three managed to keep it looking so clean.

“Says the man who drives rentals all the time,” he chuckled, the sweet blush painting his cheeks. “Aren’t those detailed after each trip?”

“Exactly,” Roman laughed, stepped back while Logan lowered the hatch. With a chirp, he locked the doors and pocketed his keys. “Shall we?” Roman bowed, barely resisting an impulse to offer his arm. “I don’t know about you, but I find doing laundry always works up an appetite.”

“Lead the way, good sir,” Logan nodded, slipping inside when Roman held the door for him. Once inside, he reached for his wallet.

“Oh, you didn’t know?” Roman winked at him. “Kirkland money doesn’t work in here.”

Laughing, Logan raised an eyebrow. “I beg your pardon?”

“Mm-hm, absolutely against the rules,” Roman said with his most serious face. “It’s not allowed. Only Seattle money is allowed. You’ll have to put away your wallet, sir.” Logan continued to stare at him, an incredulous smile spread across his face. “It’s my treat,” Roman finally said, dropping his stern expression. “Please let me treat you?”

Blushing, Logan nodded and put away his wallet. A twinge shot through Roman’s heart when he wondered just how long it had been since someone had taken him to lunch. From the way he acted, Roman would guess… never. “What would you recommend?” Logan asked, looking up at the busy menu.

“Definitely the miso soup,” he said. “Oh, and the spicy teriyaki chicken. All sweet, all spice…” Roman bumped his shoulder. “You’ll like it.”

“I defer to your judgement,” he murmured with a little nod.

“Famous last words!” Roman laughed and stepped up to order. “Oh,” he turned back, serious again. “Allergies?”

“None,” he nodded.

Tapping his fingers together like an evil villain, he laughed, a little thrill running up from his toes when Logan laughed back. “Perfect.” Turning to the owner working the register, he smiled more genuinely. “こんにちは、お客様、” he bowed his head. “Two number threes with miso soup, please, and two pineapple bobas.” Roman laughed over his shoulder at Logan. “For the heat.”

“Just how afraid should I be?” Logan said unseriously, stepping closer. Even over the scents of spice and umami swirling in the air, Roman smelled the clean, warm scent of the lavender and vanilla softener he’d spotted in Logan’s bag. It was nice.

“Very, very afraid,” Roman grinned, bumping his shoulder. “Mr. Masao takes the ‘spicy’ part of spicy chicken very seriously,” he winked at the owner.

The man laughed, shaking his head. “あなたの彼氏はかわいいです,” he said, smiling toward Logan with one eyebrow raised. “But your pronunciation needs work, Mr. Prince.”

“Doesn’t it always?” he nodded, blushing when Logan laughed along good naturedly. “私の彼氏ではありません。” Logan stood so close and he hadn’t missed the way his eyes had lingered over his shirt and his jeans… Perhaps… “まだ。 多分？” Roman nodded at Logan, “Lo, this is Mr. Masao.” He bowed his head the way Roman had earlier, smiling. “Mr. Masao, this is my very good friend Logan Sanders.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Sanders,” he said.

“The pleasure is mine, Mr. Masao,” Logan replied, eyebrows knit together in a sweet, perplexed expression. “You really do frequent here. How… How often do you make it out to Kirkland?”

Roman shrugged. “Whenever I come to Costco, really. Best place to restock the green room,” he grinned. “It was a bit of luck to get to see you today.”

“It helps that there’s only one coin-op laundromat on the Eastside,” Logan said dryly. 

Was it Roman’s eyes that said he’d blushed again? Or his heart? “I suppose, it does.”

~~~

“So what did you do then?” Logan laughed, leaning forward, lips parted as he waited for Roman to explain how they continued the showing of A Midsummer Night’s Dream .

“The crew got up into the box seats around the back,” he gestured behind his head.

“But you said it was a full house.” Logan’s eyes sparked, following the movement of his hands. “It must’ve gotten crowded in those seats.” 

“The stage manager was quite persuasive.” Roman shook his head, another laugh bubbling up. “Promising they could sit on the apron of the stage to watch the rest of the show helped.” Another soft bubble of laughter burst from him and Roman stared. His expression was so different than it had been when he’d first spotted him in that stuff laundromat. Roman was certain he could live off that smile. 

After a moment, he shook his head and continued. “Everybody turned on their phone flashlights and it was just enough to keep the fire marshall happy.”

Logan sat back, grinning as he took another sip of his boba. “The fairies’ blessing illuminated by flashlight.” Logan’s eyes danced over his face and he felt himself blushing, just barely resisting the impulse to dab at his mouth, checking for sauce. “That must’ve been something to behold. A throwback to the Globe.”

“Exactly! It was so much fun,” Roman nodded. “You know, I’ve been thinking about ways to incorporate more natural lighting in my shows.” Logan’s eyebrows jumped up, his eyes brightening to the same shade of the clear sky out the windows behind him.  

“That sounds fascinating,” he murmured after a long moment. “Will you tell me more?” He gently prompted, and Roman blushed, realizing he he’d been staring again.

“Mmm, yes,” he nodded, wrangling his runaway thoughts. “I’ve been in talks with Seattle Storybook to adapt A Midsummer Night’s Dream and Much Ado About Nothing for their summer theatre series.” Roman leaned forward. “They have an outdoor Amphitheatre just a block from the big fountain and the playground.” He circled  his plate  and with his utensils. “Theatre in the round, outdoors…” Roman dotted his fingers around the edges. “The littlest kids could sit in the grass around the stage or run around the top if they need to get the wiggles out.”

“Wow,” Logan whispered, mirroring Roman’s position. “I’ve been to that amphitheater with the boys…” He grinned up at Roman. “They wouldn’t believe it was meant for plays. They would race each other up and down the steps,” he laughed, a soft, joyous melody.“ Remy would always let Patton win and Virgil used to get so mad.”

“I can almost see it!” Roman laughed, nodding. Logan’s face shone, lips full and relaxed as they spread into a wide smile. He looked down at the makeshift model Roman had built, eyes lingering where Roman was tracing the ‘steps.’ “We’re looking to create some roles for children from the youth theatre program.” Those brilliant blue eyes jumped back up at him and Roman nearly forgot what he was going to say. “I—I’ll be directing, too.”

“Oh!” Logan suddenly exclaimed, reaching across the table and touching his hand. “You’ll get to work with kids again,” he grinned. Roman just nodded, words gone. Logan’s hand was strong, and warm. Each nail had been cut—or bit—to the quick and sported the faint matte sheen of an anti-nail biting varnish. His fingertips were calloused but the inside of his hand was extraordinarily smooth. His ring and middle finger bent out at awkward angles, the bone thickened in places. Like old fractures that hadn’t healed quite right. Roman gently squeezed his fingers, stroking the back with this thumb.

Logan yanked his hand back and Roman tamped down on the instinct to follow, to hold on. “I—I’m so sorry, did I hurt you?”

“No, of course not, I…” He looked down and laid his hand in his lap, hidden under the table. He didn’t finish his sentence.

After a moment, he took an awkward bite of his food. With his right hand. Logan kept his eyes lowered, and Roman struggled to speak. Finally, he blurted out, “You should come with me.” A flash of joy brightened Logan’s face and he looked up, blinking in surprise. Roman nodded, words falling out in a jumble before Logan could demure.

“It’ll be fun, we’ll get to see some of what they’re working on, maybe go backstage afterwards?” He nodded again, caught in Logan’s gaze. “If… if you’d like…” Roman licked his lips, hesitating for a moment before he just dove in. Maybe his brother was right. Can’t get what you don’t ask for. “Please say yes.”

Logan’s tiny smile was the sweetest Roman had seen yet. He nodded, eyes widening as though he’d surprised himself. “Y—yes,” he whispered. “Yes, I’d like that very much.”

~~~Translation for the bit in Japanese above

... Turning to the owner working the register, he smiled more genuinely. “Good afternoon, sir,” ... Mr. Masao laughed, shaking his head. “Your boyfriend is cute,” he said, smiling toward Logan with one eyebrow raised. “But your pronunciation needs work, Mr. Prince.” “Doesn’t it always?” he nodded, blushing when Logan laughed along good naturedly. “Not my boyfriend.” Logan stood so close and he hadn’t missed the way his eyes had lingered over his shirt and his jeans… Perhaps… “Not yet. Maybe?" Roman nodded at Logan, “Lo, this is Mr. Masao.” He bowed his head the way Roman had earlier, smiling. “Mr. Masao, this is my very good friend Logan Sanders.”

[jetmanjay]

A piece of BIOMECH's setting

SETTING and INTRODUCTION

The galaxy is stuck in a never-ending war. After the advent of Faster Than Light travel, and trade between galaxies was set, after contact wars had been fought and peace was found, after the exploration of the universe; it all went to hell. Millennia ago, FTL travel to and from the Andromeda Galaxy ceased. Those who tried were met with indescribable horrors living in the folds of space and time at the edges of the galaxy. 

Panic and greed set in first, with war following soon after. Unfortunately, war never ceased and resources were being burned up in the conflicts. Governments shattered and factions rose, continuing the fight under different banners. Metals for the war were rapidly being depleted, weapons had stagnated and every side was searching for the next thing to turn the tide of The Endless War in their favor. The first BIOMECH was created 1907 years after the galaxy was closed off from the rest of the universe (1907 AC (After Closure)). War profiteers began making BIOMECHS and selling them as fast as they could, becoming massive corporations dedicated to creating BIOMECHS for fighting factions. Larger corporations absorbed or stamped out smaller ones, locking away secrets in labs and hiding the process as it grew. Eventually, The Manufacturers were made; an alliance between six of the largest BIOMECH manufacturers. They systematically killed, absorbed, or generally wiped out any remaining competition within 13 years; this event would later be called The Takeover (1923 - 1936 AC).

Strain on the use of metals was lifted, as BIOMECHS are largely made of organic material. Flesh, blood, bone, chitin; whatever could be grown and shaped into a war machine. BIOMECHS are technically living beings, heavily augmented with electronic suites, weapons, armor, etc. BIOMECHS must be driven by a pilot, however. The Pilot in a way, is the brain for the BIOMECH. Pilots undergo physical, mental, and skill based training. Once they pass the standards of one of The Manufacturers, a BIOMECH is made for them, so long as they have payment or are sponsored by a source with payment. A pilot is outfitted with one of a few ways to connect directly with their BIOMECH. If a species has a spinal cord, they typically have a receiver installed into their spinal cord. The opening is at the base of the neck, and goes down into the spine for about 12-18 inches. A large needle fit to the receiver on the Pilot will be present in the BIOMECH. It varies for different species on how exactly the pilot merges with the BIOMECH, but all species have a central chamber which is filled with an embryonic fluid coded to the pilot’s genes when active. This fluid is generally toxic to anyone who is not the pilot, but acts as a way to keep the pilot from experiencing too much shock during combat. The Pilot is the brain of THE BIOMECH during use. The pilot and BIOMECH become one being with the pilot seeing, feeling, hearing, and doing all functions as the BIOMECH itself. BIOMECHS come in many different shapes, sizes, and configurations, many non-human. Pilots undergo rigorous psychotherapy to keep themselves sane. If someone were to pilot a BIOMECH unprepared, they may hallucinate wildly thinking they have extra limbs, a different body, or other phenomena. Some hallucinations become violent, or are enough to drive the unprepared to suicide. It is rare for two BIOMECHS to look the same. BIOMECHS are as diverse as a living species gets, as growing them to an exact look and specification is an unknown science. This causes BIOMECHS to look like flesh and bone clinging to metal, rather than BIOMECHS having a clean and machined look. Large bone spurs are a common occurrence, for example; they tend to be sharpened and used as a weapon, though. General traits are something that can be controlled, however, and each manufacturer tends to have a general feel to their style of BIOMECH. 

BIOMECHS can be altered after initial construction, however this involves major surgery and can create a mildly toxic environment for the pilot directly after the modification. It takes 7 days to acclimate for most pilots after a major modification to where there are no negative side effects to deal with during combat.

Player Characters in BIOMECH are going to be pilots, and are either sponsored or have other financial means to acquire a custom BIOMECH as decided by background. It is encouraged to come up with a physical description for your BIOMECH, as there is a lot of creative freedom. More details about the limits of BIOMECHS and their designs will be released later, likely after rules of engagement and combat are made.

This is a rough draft and is subject to change as more is written. I would expect less and less to be released about this as time goes on, especially when I'm making the rules. Once I have a complete draft though, I may open this to wider testing? No clue. Expect more snippets and bits of lore rather than breakdowns and hard rules is all I'm saying (:

[universal-textiles]

How to maintain your waterproof jackets

Customers have complained that their waterproof jackets do not protect them from the rains after a point of time. At first, they do but over the years, the protective layer doesn’t do much justice to the water that seeps in. They have to eventually buy a new waterproof jacket. Is this how big firms trick us into buying new waterproof jackets? Not at all! The reason why your jacket isn’t protecting you from the harsh rains might be because you haven’t yet learnt how to maintain it.

Investing in good rain gear is expensive so you should make efforts to maintain it. And no matter how hard you try, you can't always keep your rain gear from getting dirty. So, you should learn how to wash and dry your waterproof jackets.

How to wash waterproof jackets

Most waterproof gears come with instructions on how to wash them. You should follow the specific process recommended by the manufacturer. If not, you can follow this general process:

Check all the pockets and leave all the zippered pockets open in the washing machine and dryer.

Close all the Velcro flaps. Otherwise, it might get filled with water and make the drying process difficult.

Don't wash it with other garments. Mixing it with your other oily, dirty clothes can ruin your rain gear.

Don't overload the machine, run it at half the load. Use warm water in your regular setting.

Do not use the common laundry detergent. Use specially designed detergent for waterproof clothing. These detergents will be gentle on the pores but still clean them effectively.

How to dry waterproof garments

For about half an hour, dry your waterproof gear at low to medium heat.

Don't dry it in the direct sun if it's still wet, or it can overheat and fade the colour of your garment.

The key to drying your waterproof garments is to protect them from excessive heat since it can ruin the fabric and membrane.

How to Re-Waterproof your garments?

Even after taking good care of your waterproof jackets, the membrane coating can wear off, and disrupt the waterproofing technology. To re-waterproof your jacket, run it through the dryer at medium heat for half an hour.

The heat can rejuvenate the DWR and reactivate it. And if it still doesn't work, you can buy a bottle of wash-in or spray-on DWR and recoat your waterproof jacket with it.

General tips to protect your rain gear

Avoid using bleach, laundry detergent, and fabric softener when cleaning technical waterproof outerwear.

When your raincoat is not in regular use, store it on a hanger. Do not fold it.

Over washing your jacket can ruin its waterproofness and breathability. So do not wash your rain gear unless necessary.

Maintaining your waterproof jackets is a task in itself. Be thorough with the instructions. Be very specific with the amount of heat, water temperature, detergent etc.

If you are searching for waterproof jackets, we have a stylish collection of waterproof men's sports jackets.

Source: https://www.universal-textiles.com/blogs/news/how-to-maintain-your-waterproof-jackets

[yottakitsune]

Exposition and Conversations

More dreams flooded my sleep that night. Mostly regretful and guilty nightmares of all the times 'I' had killed 9S. I guess having a soul crammed inside a magical robot messed a few things up. Or maybe she was supposed to operate like that? I didn't know.

It was already well into the afternoon by the time I woke up, and I was woken up by pounding on my door. I barely heard 042's morning greeting. "So much for a No-Tell Motel," I muttered as I opened the door. "Wish you people were quieter." Several sleek military vehicles had filled the parking lot, and the thumping of a helicopter could be heard somewhere overhead. "Oh, uh... you're not hotel management..."

A pair of men in black suits stood to either side of an elderly man with comically thick glasses. "How did you get here?" Allfather asked with a curious tilt of his head.

I gave a weary expression. "I walked."

"Bah!" He gave a derisive snort. "Obstinate machine. You could do without such stubbornness." He hobbled on his cane back to the newest looking of the vehicles that could almost pass for a civilian car, and one of the suits opened the door for him. He waited for me to join and stared. I looked around the parking lot and saw that 'my' van was laying on its side, smashed out of the way by one of the troop transports.

I sighed and walked out of the room. I honestly couldn't think of a logical reason to turn this place into a war zone. Once I joined the man, I paused and looked down at him. "Before we go any further, what do you want from me?" I folded my arms and waited. Time was on my side, after all.

Allfather harumphed and tapped his cane on the pavement. "We are attempting to stem the tide of creatures from Jericho. Particularly the large one with red eyes that seems to lead them." He motioned to the open door with a gnarled hand. I saw that without a show of good faith on my part since he had, however begrudgingly, started giving me what I wanted, I needed to do the same. After we all piled into the vehicle, he continued. "Things are going poorly. You originated from Jericho. Whether you want to be or not, you are tied to the decline of the world."

If I hadn't been an Android, I might have lightly flinched at that. "As such, you should also be tied to its restoration." One of the men across from us handed me a file that I quickly skimmed. "You generate something similar to the strange energy that created the Legion. It is almost identical. We were studying the mysterious particles that created the Legion already, but now we are studying your purer Maso particles. We manufactured soldiers using a drug that was formulated from these studies as a sort of inoculation against White Chlorination Syndrome, but they could not stop Red Eye."

I looked over the reports. The study on me, however brief, rushed the timeline forward considerably. "You lost contact with the First Crusade."

The other men tensed, but Allfather remained passive. My knowledge of what was future turned present unnerved them, and put them all on edge. "We did. And now, while we try to create more squads, you are our current attempt." He looked out the window and took on a somber tone. "He is beyond man and beast and seeks only our destruction. Humanity asks your aid, Machine."

I bristled at being called "Machine" but said nothing about it. I wanted to say 'no', but it was as if the word had been stripped from my vocabulary. I wanted to tell him to go out and get romantically intimate with a cactus, preferably one of the little itchy ones, but my body refused to say anything like that. "I will consider it." It was as close to no as I could get, but it may as well have been yes.

042 hovered between me and the window, but slightly behind my head to be out of reach of anybody, and also to help get me out of the car if needed. It sent me a quiet message that appeared on my HUD. 'Directives from Humanity cannot be ignored.' That was going to be annoying.

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Essential Role of Cartoning Machines in Packaging

Cartoning machines play a vital role in the modern packaging industry, streamlining the process of packing products into cartons, a fundamental packaging method for a wide range of industries, from food and beverages to pharmaceuticals and cosmetics. These cartoning machine enhance production efficiency, reduce labor costs, and ensure that products are packed securely and consistently.

What is a Cartoning Machine?

A cartoning machine is an automated device used to form, fill, and seal cartons or boxes. These cartons are typically used for product packaging, providing protection and branding opportunities. Depending on the product and industry, these machines can handle various types of cartons, including:

Folding cartons: Thin, flat boxes that are folded and glued, common for consumer goods.

Rigid boxes: Sturdier, thicker cardboard used for luxury items and electronics.

Sleeves: Simple wrap-around packages for products like frozen foods.

Cartoning machines automate the traditionally manual process of opening, filling, and sealing cartons, making them indispensable for industries with high production volumes.

Types of Cartoning Machines

There are different types of cartoning machines designed to meet various packaging needs, such as:

1. Horizontal Cartoning Machines

These machines insert products into cartons horizontally. They are ideal for products that are placed flat, such as cereal boxes, snack packaging, and pharmaceutical blister packs. Horizontal cartoners are known for their versatility and ease of integration with existing production lines.

2. Vertical Cartoning Machines

Vertical cartoners load products into cartons from the top, often used for bulkier items or products that are better suited to being dropped into cartons, like bottles, pouches, or bags. These machines are often used in food and beverage industries, where the packaging may contain loose items.

3. Wraparound Cartoning Machines

Wraparound cartoners create a carton from a flat sheet of cardboard that is wrapped around the product. This type of machine is highly efficient and is used for products that are typically rectangular in shape, such as boxed pasta or electronics.

Key Benefits of Cartoning Machines

1. Increased Efficiency

Cartoning machines significantly speed up the packaging process. Automated systems can handle hundreds of cartons per minute, reducing manual labor and increasing overall productivity. This is especially beneficial for large-scale manufacturers with high product output.

2. Cost Reduction

By automating the cartoning process, manufacturers can cut down on the cost of manual labor and reduce the margin of human error. Additionally, used packaging equipment often lead to less material wastage, as they can accurately measure and package products with precision.

3. Consistent Packaging Quality

Consistency in packaging is critical, especially in industries like pharmaceuticals, where precise labeling and product protection are essential. Cartoning machines ensure that every product is packaged uniformly, improving brand presentation and reducing the risk of packaging errors.

4. Versatility

Modern cartoning machines are highly customizable, capable of handling a variety of carton sizes, shapes, and materials. This makes them suitable for a wide range of industries, from food and beverages to personal care and industrial goods. Advanced machines can also incorporate additional features like labeling, barcoding, and even promotional inserts.

Industries that Benefit from Cartoning Machines

Cartoning machines are widely used across several industries, including:

1. Pharmaceutical Industry

Cartoning machines in the pharmaceutical sector ensure that medicines, syringes, and other medical products are securely packed in tamper-evident packaging, ensuring safety and compliance with regulatory standards.

2. Food and Beverage Industry

Cartoning machines are commonly used for packing cereals, frozen foods, canned beverages, and more. They help maintain product freshness while ensuring safe transportation.

3. Cosmetics Industry

In the cosmetics industry, cartoning machines package delicate items such as perfumes, creams, and makeup products. These machines help ensure that high-end packaging is consistent, aesthetically pleasing, and protective.

Innovations in Cartoning Machines

With advancements in technology, cartoning machines have become more sophisticated. Modern machines can integrate with robotic systems for faster and more precise handling. Additionally, many machines are now equipped with digital controls and IoT capabilities, allowing for real-time monitoring, predictive maintenance, and efficient changeovers between different products or packaging formats.

Conclusion

Cartoning machines are a cornerstone of the packaging industry, offering unmatched efficiency, cost savings, and consistency. Whether used in pharmaceuticals, food and beverage, or cosmetics, these machines streamline the packaging process, ensuring that products are securely packed and ready for distribution. With ongoing innovations, the future of cartoning machines looks even more promising, providing businesses with advanced solutions for their packaging needs.

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Custom Sheet Metal Fabrication: Enhancing Architectural Designs

In the world of architecture, custom sheet metal fabrication opens the door to creative and innovative design possibilities. Metal is a versatile material that can be shaped, cut, and molded to fit any architectural vision, whether it's for large-scale buildings or intricate interior features. Custom sheet metal fabrication allows architects to bring their designs to life with precision, creating unique facades, staircases, railings, and more. The ability to work with various metals, such as aluminum, stainless steel, and copper, adds to the versatility and aesthetic appeal of architectural projects. This fabrication process ensures that every element of the design is made to exact specifications, with attention to detail in every cut and fold. Modern technologies like laser cutting and CNC machines enable the creation of intricate patterns and complex shapes that would be difficult to achieve through other methods. Custom sheet metal fabrication also enhances the durability and longevity of architectural features, ensuring that the final product can withstand environmental stresses and maintain its appearance over time.

Understanding Custom Sheet Metal Fabrication: A Complete Guide

Custom sheet metal fabrication refers to the process of designing and creating metal parts and structures tailored to specific requirements. This service is often sought for industries such as construction, automotive, and aerospace. During custom sheet metal fabrication, a variety of techniques like cutting, bending, and welding are used to shape metal into precise forms. The ability to customize means that every project is unique, ensuring that the finished product meets the exact specifications of the client. Companies offering custom sheet metal fabrication typically provide high-quality, durable, and cost-effective solutions for both small and large-scale projects.

The Importance of Precision in Custom Sheet Metal Fabrication

In custom sheet metal fabrication, precision is key. Whether it's for a complex architectural design or a critical component in a machine, the accuracy with which metal parts are created can determine the success of the final product. Skilled technicians utilize advanced technology, such as laser cutting and CNC machinery, to ensure every detail is executed flawlessly. Accurate measurements and detailed specifications lead to less material waste, fewer errors, and ultimately, a product that functions efficiently. When working with custom sheet metal fabrication, investing in precision yields long-lasting, high-performance results.

Common Materials Used in Custom Sheet Metal Fabrication

One of the most important aspects of custom sheet metal fabrication is selecting the right materials for the job. Common metals used include aluminum, steel, copper, and stainless steel, each offering its own unique properties. For instance, aluminum is lightweight and corrosion-resistant, making it ideal for outdoor projects, while stainless steel is highly durable and often used in heavy-duty applications. The choice of metal depends on factors such as strength, durability, cost, and aesthetic requirements. A skilled fabricator can guide you in choosing the best material for your specific project needs.

Custom Sheet Metal Fabrication for Industrial Applications

Industrial sectors often rely on custom sheet metal fabrication for equipment and infrastructure that requires precise and durable metal components. From manufacturing plants to oil refineries, custom fabrication is essential for creating parts that fit specific machines and operational needs. This could include anything from custom brackets and enclosures to large structural components. Fabricators work closely with industrial clients to ensure the metal parts they create meet safety standards, performance requirements, and long-term durability, all while adhering to industry-specific regulations.

The Role of CAD Software in Custom Sheet Metal Fabrication

Modern custom sheet metal fabrication heavily relies on Computer-Aided Design (CAD) software. This technology allows designers to create accurate and detailed blueprints of the parts or structures being fabricated. CAD software plays a crucial role in visualizing the final product before any physical work begins, helping to prevent costly errors and material waste. Additionally, it streamlines the communication between designers and fabricators, ensuring that the end product precisely matches the initial design. By integrating CAD into custom sheet metal fabrication, companies can deliver high-quality and customized metalwork.

Benefits of Custom Sheet Metal Fabrication for Small Businesses

Small businesses often benefit from custom sheet metal fabrication due to the ability to order products tailored to their specific needs. Whether it’s signage, fixtures, or specialized equipment, custom fabrication provides flexibility that mass-produced options cannot. Customization ensures that the product fits perfectly into the business’s operations, enhancing functionality and aesthetic appeal. Additionally, small businesses can save money by only fabricating what they need, reducing waste and unnecessary expenses. This makes custom sheet metal fabrication a smart investment for businesses looking for unique and efficient solutions.

How to Choose the Right Custom Sheet Metal Fabrication Provider?

Selecting a reliable company for custom sheet metal fabrication is essential for ensuring quality and durability. Look for providers with a proven track record in your industry, offering services that align with your project’s complexity. A good fabricator will have experienced technicians, modern equipment, and a commitment to precision and customer service. Additionally, check for companies that offer consultation services, so they can guide you through the design and material selection process. By choosing the right partner, you can ensure your custom sheet metal fabrication project is completed to the highest standards.

Conclusion

As industries continue to demand highly specialized and durable components, custom sheet metal fabrication is becoming an essential service. Its flexibility in design, combined with advancements in technology like CAD software and CNC machines, allows fabricators to produce precise, high-quality metal products for a wide range of applications. From small businesses to large-scale industrial projects, custom fabrication offers tailored solutions that meet specific needs. As technology evolves, the capabilities of custom sheet metal fabrication will only expand, providing even more efficient and innovative solutions for businesses and individuals alike.

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Bed Sofa UK Care Tips: How to Maintain and Extend the Life of Your Bed Sofa

A bed sofa, also known as a sofa bed or sleeper sofa, is a versatile and practical piece of furniture that can transform your living space. Perfect for small homes, guest rooms, or multi-purpose areas, a bed sofa combines the comfort of a sofa with the functionality of a bed. To ensure your bed sofa UK remains in top condition and serves you well for years, proper care and maintenance are essential. Here are some expert tips to help you extend the life of your bed sofa and keep it looking and functioning like new.

1. Regular Cleaning and Maintenance

Keeping your bed sofa UK clean is crucial for maintaining its appearance and functionality. The type of cleaning required depends on the material of the sofa. For fabric sofas, vacuum regularly to remove dust and crumbs. Spot clean stains immediately with a mild detergent and a damp cloth. Avoid soaking the fabric, as excessive moisture can lead to mold and mildew.

For leather bed sofas, dust and wipe down the surface with a soft, dry cloth. Use a leather cleaner and conditioner to keep the material supple and prevent it from drying out or cracking. Always test any cleaning product on a small, inconspicuous area before applying it to the entire sofa.

2. Protect from Sunlight and Heat

Sunlight can cause fading and deterioration of both fabric and leather over time. To prevent sun damage, position your Bed Sofa UK away from direct sunlight or use curtains or blinds to shield it from UV rays. If possible, arrange the sofa in a way that minimizes exposure to intense heat sources, like radiators or fireplaces, which can also damage the material.

3. Use Protective Covers

Protective covers are a great investment for prolonging the life of your bed sofa. For fabric sofas, a slipcover can protect against spills, stains, and everyday wear. Choose a cover that is machine washable for easy upkeep. For leather sofas, consider using a breathable cover to protect the surface while allowing the material to breathe.

4. Check and Maintain Mechanisms

The mechanism of a bed sofa, whether it’s a click-clack, pull-out, or fold-down style, is crucial to its functionality. Regularly check the mechanism to ensure it’s working smoothly. If you notice any stiffness or difficulty in opening or closing the bed, address it promptly. Lubricate the hinges or moving parts with a suitable lubricant to keep everything running smoothly.

5. Rotate and Fluff Cushions

To prevent uneven wear and maintain the shape of your bed sofa UK, regularly rotate and fluff the cushions. For foam cushions, this means occasionally flipping them and reshaping them to distribute wear evenly. For sofa beds with removable cushions, rotate them periodically to ensure all sides wear evenly and remain comfortable.

6. Avoid Excessive Weight and Misuse

Although bed sofas are designed to handle regular use, avoid placing excessive weight on them or using them improperly. For example, don’t use the sofa bed mechanism as a makeshift trampoline or overload it with heavy items. Following the manufacturer’s guidelines for weight limits and usage will help prevent premature wear and tear.

7. Address Spills and Stains Immediately

Accidents happen, and when they do, it’s important to address spills and stains immediately to prevent long-term damage. Blot spills with a clean cloth rather than rubbing, which can spread the stain or damage the material. For fabric sofas, use a suitable upholstery cleaner for stains. For leather sofas, blot the area and use a leather cleaner designed for your specific type of leather.

8. Professional Cleaning and Repairs

For deep cleaning or significant repairs, consider hiring a professional. Upholstery cleaners can handle tough stains and deep cleans that might be difficult to manage on your own. Additionally, if your bed sofa UK has mechanical issues or structural damage, a professional repair service can address these problems effectively and extend the lifespan of your furniture.

9. Keep Pets and Children in Mind

If you have pets or young children, extra precautions may be necessary to protect your bed sofa. Provide designated areas for pets to rest and train them to avoid jumping on or scratching the sofa. For children, use protective covers and teach them to handle the sofa gently. Regular vacuuming and prompt cleaning of any spills or accidents will help maintain the sofa’s condition.

10. Regular Inspections

Finally, regularly inspect your bed sofa for any signs of damage or wear. Check the frame, cushions, and upholstery for any issues that may need attention. Early detection of problems allows you to address them before they become more serious, ensuring your bed sofa UK remains in great condition.

A bed sofa is a valuable and versatile addition to any home, providing both comfort and functionality. By following these care tips, you can extend the life of your bed sofa UK, keeping it looking and functioning beautifully for years. Regular cleaning, proper maintenance, and timely repairs will ensure that your bed sofa remains a stylish and practical centerpiece in your home.

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Theodor Kundtz Company Building

2249 Elm St.

Cleveland, OH

Theodor Kundtz (July 1, 1852-Sept. 14, 1937) was an inventor, manufacturer, financier, philanthropist, and patriarch of the Hungarian community in Cleveland, OH. Born in Metzenseifen, Hungary, to Joseph and Theresia (Kesselbauer) Kundtz, he learned woodworking from his father and, after immigrating to Cleveland in 1873, found a job with the Whitworth Co., a small cabinet shop at 28 St. Clair Ave. Kundtz and several co-workers purchased the company in 1875 after a fire seriously damaged the business, reorganizing as the Cleveland Cabinet Co. In 1878, Kundtz split from his partners and opened The Theodor Kundtz Company at 122 Elm Street in the Flats.

Among his early customers was Thomas White of the White Sewing Machine Co. (later White Consolidated Industries), for whom Kundtz made what became his chief product, sewing machine cabinets. Kundtz patented 44 inventions, most of which were mechanisms enabling sewing machines to fold up into fine cabinetry of his own design. In 1884, Kundtz married Maria Ballasch of Cleveland and they had ten children: Theodore, Jr., William, Ewald, Leo R., Joseph E., Merie (Mrs. Wm. Tubman), Irene (Mrs. A.C. Weizer), Angela (Mrs. A.T. Hueffed), Dorothy (Mrs. W.J. O'Neil), and Joseph P.

Over the years, Kundtz employed a significant portion of his tome town of Metzenseifen. He founded the Hungarian Savings and Loan Company and built Hungaria Hall on Clark Ave. in 1890. When his business peaked around 1900, 92% of his 2500 employees were from Hungary. Kundtz helped thousands immigrate to Cleveland, acquire homes, and start their own businesses. At the turn of the century, Kundtz built a magnificent mansion in Lakewood overlooking Lake Erie. The Kundtz Castle, as it was called, was torn down in 1961.

Theodor Kundtz was knighted by Emperor Franz Joseph of Austria-Hungary in 1902. Kundtz served on the Mayor’s Advisory War Committee during World War I. He was an officer and director of the United Banking and Savings Company, the Forest City Savings and Loan, and the Lorain Street Bank. The present Theodor Kundtz Company Building, located at 2249 Elm Street in Cleveland, Ohio, was built in 1924. Kundtz died in Cleveland and was buried in Lakewood Park Cemetery. In 1994, the American-Hungarian Foundation posthumously awarded Kundtz the George Washington Medal. The Theodor Kundtz Company Building was listed in the National Register of Historic Places on February 2, 2001.

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Global Top 15 Companies Accounted for 38% of total Manual Pruning Saw market (QYResearch, 2021)

A manual pruning saw that has a usually tapering straight or curved blade and either a closed or an open and sometimes folding handhold and that may or may not be attached to a pole. They are intended to help trim larger shrubs and smaller tree branches.

According to the new market research report “Global Manual Pruning Saw Market Report 2023-2029”, published by QYResearch, the global Manual Pruning Saw market size is projected to reach USD 0.14 billion by 2029, at a CAGR of 3.6% during the forecast period.

Figure.   Global Manual Pruning Saw Market Size (US$ Million), 2018-2029

Figure.   Global Manual Pruning Saw Top 15 Players Ranking and Market Share (Ranking is based on the revenue of 2022, continually updated)

The global key manufacturers of Manual Pruning Saw include Bahco, STIHL, Stanley, Fiskars, Corona Tools, ARS CORPORATION, Wilkinson Sword, Samurai Saws, Komelon, G-MAN Tools, etc.

In 2022, the global top five players had a share approximately 38.0% in terms of revenue.

About QYResearch

QYResearch founded in California, USA in 2007.It is a leading global market research and consulting company. With over 16 years’ experience and professional research team in various cities over the world QY Research focuses on management consulting, database and seminar services, IPO consulting, industry chain research and customized research to help our clients in providing non-linear revenue model and make them successful. We are globally recognized for our expansive portfolio of services, good corporate citizenship, and our strong commitment to sustainability. Up to now, we have cooperated with more than 60,000 clients across five continents. Let’s work closely with you and build a bold and better future.

QYResearch is a world-renowned large-scale consulting company. The industry covers various high-tech industry chain market segments, spanning the semiconductor industry chain (semiconductor equipment and parts, semiconductor materials, ICs, Foundry, packaging and testing, discrete devices, sensors, optoelectronic devices), photovoltaic industry chain (equipment, cells, modules, auxiliary material brackets, inverters, power station terminals), new energy automobile industry chain (batteries and materials, auto parts, batteries, motors, electronic control, automotive semiconductors, etc.), communication industry chain (communication system equipment, terminal equipment, electronic components, RF front-end, optical modules, 4G/5G/6G, broadband, IoT, digital economy, AI), advanced materials industry Chain (metal materials, polymer materials, ceramic materials, nano materials, etc.), machinery manufacturing industry chain (CNC machine tools, construction machinery, electrical machinery, 3C automation, industrial robots, lasers, industrial control, drones), food, beverages and pharmaceuticals, medical equipment, agriculture, etc.

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Top Must-Have Curtain Accessories Online in 2024

Carefully consider the essential Header Tape For Curtains that can elevate your window actions beyond standard. Tiebacks provide natural lighting while adding elegance. Curtain pins keep curtains neatly in place by creating a seamless and flat drapery effect, and curtain header tape allows pleats and folds that look professional.

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Making curtains requires using the appropriate tools and supplies in order to craft elegant, professional-looking window treatments that really enhance a room. Quality curtain accessories online can make all the difference in their final result whether you are an experienced curtain maker or do-it-yourself enthusiast. Let us review what materials and accessories will help you craft exquisite window treatments.

Essential Accessories for Constructing Curtains: Tools of the Trade

Curtain Tiebacks Rope encompass a vast array of tools and supplies required for crafting beautiful curtains. By relying on these accessories to measure, cut, assemble and hang curtains effortlessly with precision, these accessories enable users to measure, cut and assemble with ease and accuracy. From fabric scissors to measuring tapes - not forgetting sewing machine pointers for seamlessly joining fabrics as well as fabric markers that trace patterns - there's even sew machine pointers which help seamlessly join fabrics - plus seam rippers! All are indispensable accessories.

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Curtain workroom supplies, which include all the materials necessary to build curtains from start to finish, form the cornerstone of any curtain manufacturing operation. Fabrics in various hues, textures and designs as well as linings designed to give curtains structure and opacity make up this category; to further insulate curtains you'll also need interlining and thread in complementary colors; in short: everything required for realizing your artistic vision lies here!

Curtain Accessories: Final Details

After your curtains are assembled, curtain accessories should add the finishing touches. Tiebacks are an attractive yet practical addition that keeps curtains open to allow light into a space while also adding decorative flourishes and functionality improvements. With various materials and patterns to choose from, tiebacks add decorative flair while simultaneously improving functionality. Blind Curtain Accessories help secure drapery to ensure seamless drapery - significantly improving both appearance and functionality in one simple package!

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Zeh Zeca-Flex Camera

This camera combines the compactness of a folding camera with the quality and handling of a twin-lens reflex camera. The Zeh Zeca-Flex is just the camera mentioned above, and I've had my eye on it for many years. However, the rareness and price have always eluded me until I went into a great used camera store in Salt Lake City, UT, Acme Camera.

 The first time I went into Acme Camera, they were in their older location, and the store was filled with photo knickknacks. I struck up a conversation with the people there who were selling used gear, servicing cameras, and renting for the local photo community. On my second visit, back in one of the cases was the Zeca-Flex I currently have. The camera was in excellent condition, with clean optics and a working shutter. I offered a trade for the camera, and they accepted. I was elated to have the camera so I could do a blog article on my Zeca-Flex.

History:

In the early 1900s, around 1901-1902, Paul Zeh produced camera parts like shutters in his workshop in Dresden for some of the other local camera companies in Germany. In 1913, he started producing cameras, and by 1922, the company Paul Zeh Kamerawerk was started. In the early years, the company mainly produced folding plate cameras or cameras that took images on glass plates, which was very common at that time period.

During the 1920s, the company did very well. At this time in photo history, roll film was starting to become more popular. The photographer or photo enthusiast didn't need to carry bulky film holders. All the photographer needed to do was put in a roll of film and get 8, 10, 12, or 16 different photos on the same roll of film without the hassle or inconvenience of loading and carrying the film holders. 

The Pilot Reflex camera, produced in 1931 by Kamera-Werkstätten Guthe & Thorsch in Dresden, has a very similar style and appearance to the Perfekta and the Super Perfekta; you can see a review by Mike Eckman of the Pilot.

 During the late 1920s and 1930s, the company expanded production into folding roll film cameras. These cameras were more compact and allowed the photographer to travel with less equipment, so their popularity grew.

 By 1937, Zeh produced the Zeca-Flex, a folding, twin-lens reflex camera. Its design is very similar to that of the Welta Perfekta, which was produced in the 1933-34 timeframe, and the more robust Super Perfekta introduced in 1935. The Perfekta and Super Perfekta were made by Welta Kamera Werk, which was in Freital, a very close town to Dresden. 

I'm confident Zeh wanted to compete with Welta on this camera style. Unfortunately, this camera style didn't catch on with consumers. Hence, with all three cameras, the Perfekta, Super Perfekta, and Zeca-Flex were the only cameras made and are rare and somewhat expensive.

 WWII took a toll on Dresden as the Allies leveled the city due to its large manufacturing capabilities. By 1948, the Zeh plant closed, and the company went out of business. My guess is that some of the Russian companies took some of the camera manufacturing machines to produce some of the after-war cameras. This is just my guess, though.

 My Camera: 

The condition of my Zeca-Flex is unusually excellent for a camera that is almost 90 years old. The metal is still shiny, and all the functions move like when the camera was first purchased in the late 1930s.

 The camera measures 7.5" long without the light hood open. When the light hood is open, it measures 9.25" tall. The Zeca-Flex is 3.75" wide and closed; it's 2.5" from the front of the viewing lens to the rear of the camera. When the camera is open, it measures 4.75". The Zeca-Flex weighs 2lb—5.2 oz.

The lens on my Zeca-Flex is a Schneider Xenar 7.5cm (75mm) f 3.5 in an F. Deckel Compur Rapid shutter. The shutter speeds go from 1/400 to 1 sec with both "T" and "B" settings. Since I don't have a proper shutter tester, all the shutter speeds sound accurate to my trained ear. The viewing lens is a Sucher Anistigmat f2.9 lens.

To open the camera, there is a small button on the left side as you hold it to take a photo. Press that small button in, and the lens door unlocks. On my camera, you need to pull out the lens to put it into the taking position. There are knurled grips on the sides of the lens door to pull the lens out. Also on the lens door is a flip-out stand that allows you to stand the camera up, which is very common in folding cameras.

To close the lens, there are two buttons on either side of the backdoor. You press in towards the camera body, then slide the lens back into it and close it until you hear the locking "click" sound, which means the lens is back and locked in the camera body.

 On the back of the light hood, there is a sliding bar you slide over to open the light hood for viewing purposes, and on the side of the light hood is a switch you can flip up or down the magnifying glass for critical focusing.

There is a latch at the top of the back door, which you slide up to open the film door to load and unload film. In my camera, there is a roll film holder you put the roll of film into before putting it into the camera. The film holder is something I've never seen before, and on the first roll, I needed to figure out which way the film rolled across the shutter, but it was easy to figure out. Now that I've done it, it makes sense, and I won't have difficulty in the future.

 The frame counter resets to number 1 when I close the back of my camera, or at least it was there when I put film in it. There is a button on top of the frame counter. When I slide that button over, the frame counter goes to number 5, so my guess is that isn't correct. I can't find an instruction manual for this camera online, so I'm not 100% sure of the correct way to get maximum frames from the camera. 

There is a red window on the back, which I'll use in the future, as I did miss a few frames at the beginning of the roll when I shot with it. The film advance is on the bottom of the camera and is directly tied into the frame counter, whether you have film in it or not. The frame spacing on my camera was good once I got to the first frame and used the frame counter to find the next frame.

 To focus the lens, as you hold the camera to take photos, there is a wheel next to the viewing lens. I rolled my finger across it one way or the other to achieve proper focus, which was the easiest and made the most sense to me.

Results:

Now that I had a roll of film in the camera, I took it out and walked around the neighborhood to get some photos.  Here are some pictures I took on my walk with the stunning Zeca-Flex camera.

  Conclusion:

The viewfinder wasn't the brightest, and achieving good focus was difficult even with the magnifying glass up. Another negative about using the camera is where the shutter release is placed. There is no shutter release button, so you need to cock the shutter and then release it with the shutter release button, which is in an awkward place and thought my finger would be in the photo, but it wasn't.

Besides these two items, the camera was a joy to shoot with, and I feel lucky that my camera is in such good condition. I will use it again, but I'm putting it back on the shelf and trying something different for next week's blog post.

 Thank you for taking a few minutes to review some of the cameras in my collection.

 Please be safe, and I hope to hear from you soon.