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Abott Inc.

The manufacturing plant was abuzz with Tony Abott

Two of him handled a repair on the bottom floor, replacing a slipped wheel in record time. Another watched, ready to jump into motion at any evidence of a problem. Six others manned the quality checks, spouting off curses and shooting the shit as their muscle memory handled all the heavy lifting of searching for faults. Two were out to get lunch, carrying in tow the same burger order for a factory’s worth of the same exact man.

Only the forewoman was unique, a beautiful buff woman who acted to make sure that their unified state of mind never got them in trouble. She kept them out of trouble just as a single Tony kept the factory full of identical copies of her safe in turn.

It was good being Tony.

Years of education in all manners of factory positions, skill in any task that this facility could need. A physique built by an equal time training practically, nothing gained from the gym. Each muscle was built for practicality and each of him could handle a world of weight just on his own.  

This body had once been a man named Braedon. He’d been college educated in computer sciences, a prodigy of his field. He could code anything given a couple hours alone, so long as he had coffee and some good junk food. He was set for a comfy corporate throne after a few years on the bottom, rising high and fast.

It had been boring.

Years of brutal education gave way to months spent in bureaucracy, unable to complete a task that would’ve taken minutes without weeks of back and forth with incompetent bosses. Emails that took longer to write than the quick line of code that would fix the issue.

Braedon loved the feeling of a job well done. Reclining back as the circuits ran perfectly and the tasks played out like a line of dominos falling one after one.

Corporate was like watching every step of his Rube Goldberg machine get interrupted by a whiney man in a suit named Todd or Larry. Made Braedon want to scream and tear down his perfectly built systems just so he could be the one to fuck it up.

The factory had been his life line.

It had been a simple invoice. A practical job that promised everything he could ask for. No boss criticizing his work at every step, chipping away at his confidence. No choking atmosphere to his work, watched by a hundred people in the building that thought their business degrees gave them insight on system design. Way more money than he ever thought possible for a blue-collar job. More than he was making at the moment in his bland yet expensive cubical.

There was a catch.

Braedon had no experience in anything outside of the digital world. He’d traded his body and health in exchange for his degrees. One couldn’t become as specialized as him without sacrificing the self-care that was so important in the labor required of a factory worker.

The factory knew that, but they had an easy fix.

Tony Abott had interviewed him. The singular original Tony Abott.

He was a prodigy in his own right. The industry wet dream. Ruggedly attractive and overly competent. Charismatic and eager to please.

He’d been honest with Braedon from the start. They had their hands in some strange technology and they needed even stranger candidates. Each selected for their unique physiologies and mental states that would make them perfect for their shared role.

Tony said that he’d been selected for his flexible sense of self and pathological loneliness. He’d been like Braedon, giving up his social life so he could be the best of the best. Was left hollow when he reached that height and started depersonalizing without staring himself in a mirror to remember that he existed.

Braedon had been selected after being profiled as similarly lost. Doctor’s notes demanding he eat anything that wasn’t processed. Caffeine and cigarettes letting him keep up with hundreds of email arguments over a simple fucking project. The gut twisting feeling of watching what that abuse did to his body, stealing away whatever youth was left and replacing it with something tired and boney. The hunger to be anything except for Braedon, who never wanted to be understood by another person as the gaping pit of rage and self-disgust that had taken root in his heart.

They were a match for each other and Braedon hadn’t cared for whatever physiological horror a happier person might see in this deal.

He’d quit his shitty corporate hell the next day and made his goodbyes to whatever people passed for tolerable in those minimalist nightmare hallways. Wished them good luck breathing recirculated air-conditioned smog as he got ready to breath real fucking air.

He’d arrived at his second “interview” a week later, having spent the last days wrapping up affairs and communicating with the labor board. The factory wasn’t doing anything shady and the government had needed to setup Braedon’s paperwork for his new life. Little benefits and tax write off as reward for joining the latest and greatest of industrial innovation. That alongside the mountain of appointments they’d needed to make for new identification as his old ID photos wouldn’t identify him for shit in the following day.

Tony had joined him for this “interview”. Dressed to his best in a soft dress shirt and new jeans. Boots barely broken into and a new watch. A professional shave and tussled hair atop a cap, branded with the company logo. A shining example compared to the loose clothes Braedon had been told to wear, making him look anything but a put together future coworker.

A second set of Tony’s exact outfit lay next to the door, atop a shoebox and a fancy new duplicate watch.

They’d made a toast to brotherhood, those two lonely men. Tony had supplied his favorite beer, cheap piss Budweiser. It went down watery and flat, nothing like the vodka tonics Braedon felt most suited to when he was in an alcoholic mood. The slight burn of it travelled down his throat, soothing yet peppery. It brought a head high like nothing else, feeling as if the golden liquid had flowed into his brain and body before it could even reach his stomach.

Alcohol didn’t feel like this, but this wasn’t exactly Alcohol.

Tony had tried to explain whatever biochemical cocktail was laced into the drink. It was all for the sake of complete transparency, they weren’t in the business of trickery. Something to do with forced recombination and stem cells. Braedon was a highly intelligent man, but there was a reason he’d never dipped into biology. Tony seemed the same, rattling off a scripted explanation that he had probably practiced time and time again to look like he understood what he was saying.

Braedon sipped his beer as Tony attempted small talk. They were very different people. Tony seemed awkward as if he felt judged by every little glance that Braedon gave him. Braedon was used to analyzing a person by now, searching for faults that he could use to his advantage. Braedon had been the kindest person at his old workplace but that had been a low bar and he had still become cruel. Braedon could see every way that Tony felt insecure around anyone but himself, as if he didn’t have every tool at his command to be a juggernaut.

The ichor in the drink flowed through Braedon’s neurons and there was a memory. A kid who wasn’t him being criticized at every turn for jobs he’d sworn he’d done correctly. Credit taken from a pre-teen for perfect machines that could cut production times by half. The same instances over and over, leaving a man desperately trying to prove himself to a system that would use him and give the patent to his boss. That despair and betrayal settled comfortably in the spaces of Braedon’s own memories.

Braedon grit his teeth in subtle rage. His jawline had broadened and his face itched and it felt good in some odd way. Matched that swelling feeling of righteous anger.

The ichor altered how Tony fit in his brain. The insecurity became more and more relatable with every swallow. A memory of the guy’s only partner calling him pathetic, using every shitty doubt Tony had confided to wicked abandon. The breakup replayed in the man’s mind like nothing else, a cacophony of how he was weak and annoying and awful in every way.

Braedon wanted to punch that piece of shit and laugh in their face. Braedon knew to heart what human garbage was and Tony was anything but. Braedon could feel the waves of Tony’s insecurity reach through his mind and falter in the wake of Braedon’s own memories. Braedon wished he could have someone like Tony, over eager to be romantic and prepare for anniversaries. Wished he could inject his own point of view on the guy’s memory of his part love and how jealous and narcissistic they actually were.

The Budweiser began to taste good. Braedon could remember the first time they’d drunk it. A trade school kid picking up the cheapest shit at the gas station on their twenty first, drinking as he carved away at a block of wood deep into the night. The carbonation had made the swill all the more comforting, a bitter spot against the peace of his work station. It tasted like shit, but the good type of shit. Fit him and his sweaty downtime, relaxing as he sculpted pine and oak into art.

At some point their conversation stopped being awkward. The words flowed better and better as Braedon felt understanding coating his mind. Nervous jokes became relatable and the nasty feeling that had sat at home in Braedon’s chest for so long felt like it was shrinking. He found himself chuckling at the stories Tony explained, remembering them in tandem with fresh eyes.

The times Tony had nearly burned down any number of mills and processing facilities. The rampant animals that added chaos to his life, including amongst their diversity a very confused bear and a unfortunately horny moose.

Braedon was crying with laughter as he and Tony pieced together how he’d pranked an old shitty supervisor. Braedon could practically hear that supervisor’s rage as his computer downloaded virus after virus, prompted by a helpful little auto-clicker that Tony had installed one late night after another unpaid bout of overtime.

Tony physically unwound as their conversation went on and the number of empty beer bottles increased. He no longer looked stiff in his new clothes, rather his relaxed muscles filled them out comfortably. His confidence changed him, his smile lighting up the room and his mood infectious.

Braedon hadn’t been gay before this, but a shift in his sexuality had been a part of the deal. Tony’s basic information had been open to him and a little pansexuality felt like a pretty good upgrade to Tony’s own deal.

Braedon could remember all the times Tony had felt wrong in the mirror melding into one. Picking apart himself for looking too old, too awkward and too fake. It was all insane of course, as Braedon could easily dissect. Braedon felt his own mind guide that fragment of Tony in his mind to see what he saw, forcing it to witness Braedon’s own perspective instead of that toxic mindset downloaded into the guy since his father had disowned him.

Braedon could feel all his own shit get digested into the well of personality inside his head. Not destroyed exactly, but reorganized. His own insecurities broken down by the logic of Tony Abott as the logic of Braedon Santoro did the same in turn. Fast tracking therapy with only a couple bottles of booze.

He could feel his own memories of coding alone slot next to Tony’s life of construction. The things that made Tony burned brighter in his mind compared to his own pieces, but they were never devoured. Braedon felt himself begin to lurk behind the soul of the man in front of him, but it wasn’t anything like a mask.

The deal hadn’t been to bury Braedon beneath Tony. Braeden would still be there but the man that Tony was would predominate. Tony would trade him his individuality in exchange for this new self. Braeden would give up his old life in exchange for an equal claim to this new identity.

Braeden became Tony, from inside out as the beer coated his tongue like cold nectar. Felt himself become saturated with the man, siphoning every bit of his personality into his soul, feeling the ichor in his blood tremble as it changed the body to fit the mind.

His scrawny body filled with density, calories from the beer being more than efficiently transformed into muscle fibers and sturdy bones. The tar in his lungs dwindled and he breathed clearly. Tony had never smoked a single day in his life and the man that was once Braeden savored the feeling. Savored the experience of having lived a life with more than microwaved meals, even if that life had its own many faults.

The loose clothing filled, his sweatshirt and sweatpants becoming oversized. He’d taken his shoes off prior to his first drink to Tony’s recommendation. Tony had larger feet than him as well as larger everything. Even his pants fit differently, filled much differently than they were before.

It was strange to no longer identify with a name, but he couldn’t think of himself anymore as Braeden. It didn’t fit anymore, supplanted by the name of the man in front of him. It wasn’t just that man’s name anymore, they shared it now.

They needed to share more than that.

Interviews should never go where they took it, but interviews rarely meddled with identity on such a scale. Tony had more understanding for the man in front of him than anyone else and the call to act on it was irresistible.

It happened when the man that was once Braeden began to strip his clothes off, forgoing the last thing that differentiated him from the other. They’d planned to don him in matching clothes and continue their conversation with the last of the prescripted beers. Head to the facility’s temporary doctor to confirm a success.

Tony had joked that he’d only felt this comfortable with another man once. The new Tony had replied that he knew and the part of Braeden permanently at his core flirted. Some charged comment that made them both blush, something about how it would be easier for them to match if Tony just took off his clothes.

They’d been awkward in it, because how couldn’t someone be awkward masturbating like that. A whole other body added to the scheme, even if that body was one you’d always known. They’d forgotten to remove the clothes of the first Tony entirely, so caught up in the feeling of that lockstep of their shared bodies working as one. Whatever was done would be mimicked in turn, a duet in symmetrical motion.

They’d finished together and the awkwardness dissolved. Both no longer held back by the fear of judgment from the other, when they functioned like two parts of the same being.

They’d gotten dressed together, tying their boots up and pulling their shirts on. An entirely new outfit that both Tonys reveled in without the presence of strangers making them second guess it. The one that was still Braeden in memory could feel the twist of amusement at their preening, his heart racing as he looked at his new twin. Braeden had never strongly cared for his appearance, but the sensation of feeling good in his new boots and new jeans was exhilarating compared to the apathy of before.

They’d headed to the doctor together, excitement in every step. With a clean bill of health and permission to continue on with the next man the following day, they were a force of nature.

One became two. Two prepared for three to become one. Three identical men lining up identification and licenses for a factory’s worth of them. Buying clothes in mass to handle a platoon of them.

The first Tony became lost in the crowd and it felt good. Most people weren’t cut out to spread their sense of self across so many. Tony seemed built for it, the pressure of being the best dulled to nothing as he became part of the best. Seeing numerous of himselves discover their identity as a group in their work and downtime. Using the memories of the men they once were to build upon what it meant to be Tony Abott.

They’d bring all kinds of folks home and show them what it was like to be with them. Give the few a taste of a whole world of confidence built through reinforcement. Strings became strong when wrapped into a rope and they were a realized person together.

Tony Abott, operating Abott Inc. Alone yet definitely not.

Pictures taken from Construction Bros series by GymDreams on Deviantart.

[olive-pup]

12 hours left:

A slice of pie from the seedy diner tucked between 2 manufacturing plants, one of your favorite ways to pass a sleepless night. Tonight you take extra time, savoring each bite, memorizing it's flavors and textures. There's almost a ceremony to it, which is fitting, given it's the last thing you'll eat. Your instructions where to stop all food 12 hours before. Not for your own safety, but because they're worried about the merchandise. The waiter bot and a few weary night shift workers are your only company, though truth be told you'd rather be alone.

6 hours remaining:

After your trip to the diner, you figure some sleep would do you good, but after laying in bed for another 4 hours, you finally give up just as the sun starts to peak between the tall buildings. With 6 hours remaining, you spend some time tidying up your small apartment, boxing up things you'll no longer need. Dishes, toiletries, what little food remains in the fridge. All of it won't be needed after tonight. The dishes and toiletries get left outside with a free sign, and the food goes to the lovely old lady next door.

2 hours:

An hour of pacing followed by a short walk to the processing facility. Once you're in the door you're inundated with paperwork. A signature here, initials here. Fingerprints there, surprisingly, a drop of blood and a video recording. You knew what to expect but it's still somewhat overwhelming. This isn't the first time you've sold your body, though this time it's not metaphorical. Among the ruling class, organs and body parts are in short supply, which means they can be bought and sold for a premium. Metal, polymers, and electronics aren't in short supply though, so this won't be the end for you. In fact, this is just the beginning.

1 hour:

They let you inspect your new chassis. A newer technican class model with all the bells and whistles: a fission powerplant, rapid swap tooling, enough sensors to put a super computer to shame all wrapped up in a sleek, chrome form with polymer paneling to give you a more lifelike appearance, for your comfort and everyone elses. Yours of course has some modifications, arms and legs that can adapt to quadrapedal movement, and a tail. Not uncommon requests according to the facility administrators. You sign one final form, approving the chassis and confirming for the 5th, maybe 6th time, that you're consenting to the procedure.

10 seconds:

All you need to do is count backwards from 10...9....8...7...everything fades to black.

Negative 1 hour 34 mins 15 seconds:

~System Initialize

~Boot Mode: New User

~Primary Sensors: Online

~Secondary Sensors: offline by NewUser.exe

~Sensitivity: Low

~Neuro-preservation: Optimal

~Actuator Speed: Limited

A flood of information flashes through your mind, has how long has it been? Days? Hours? Seconds? It doesn't take long before you realize exactly how long it's been, at least since you came online. The wave of new information comes again, overwhelming your ability to process, then your additional processing units come online and everything comes into perfect focus. All the online sensors become clear streams of information, you slowly test your actuators despite their slow speed they appear to all be functional. Everything feels so foreign yet so familiar. Your body is no longer human but your brain remains, in perfect harmony with the machine that makes up your body.

You see a body being wheeled away, your body. No. It's no longer yours, sent off to be repurposed to support some wealthy persons chase for immortality. Per the agreement, your new chassis and 10 thousand credits as trade for the imperfect flash you used to occupy.

Negative 1 year:

Like many others, it took weeks to get used to your new chassis. You spent 4 days at the facility getting used to moving around and interacting with the environment without crushing things or people. It only took one night home before you missed your nightly pie ritual so you went to the diner and just sat, watching, observing, and learning.

[audley-and-cherry]

There's something about the push to loosen/end child labor protections that is bothering me beyond WHAT THE HELL KIDS SHOULDN'T BE WORKING WE'VE ALREADY DONE THIS AND IT WAS BEYOND TERRIBLE

It's like, the manufactured consent machine is working overtime on this one? After Arkansas passed their law making it easier to hire teens to work IN MEAT PROCESSING PLANTS, white Boomers came out of the woodwork to wax nostalgic about their fucking paper routes and public pool life-guarding jobs and whatever part time fuckshit they did for pocket change.

And there's opinion pieces in major publications like, "working builds character for teens!" framing it like we're talking about babysitting or mowing the neighbor's lawn AND NOT DANGEROUS INDUSTRIAL FACTORY WORK

I'm not linking to Reason because fuck them, but please note that that opinion comes after the news about Chick-fil-A illegal hiring children and paying workers in food.

I hate this, I hate this, I hate this. Everyone's trying to make it look like we (the WHAT THE FUCK KIDS SHOULDN'T WORK people) are out of our minds for opposing these changes to child labor laws, because look! This is about teens having a part time job on the weekends, something easy and normal, just ignore what these laws actually say, no one's going to use them like that!

And it feels very sudden, you know? Like, two months ago it wasn't even on my radar and now suddenly everyone is talking about how great it is that teens can plug the worker shortage.

I dunno, man. We've plunged even further down into our cyberpunk dystopia and I feel like everyone's trying to convince me that I'm not seeing what I am absolutely seeing.

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The Advance Guard

Writing Prompt: You are Vanguard, an AI machine sent to prepare a world for human colonists. They never came. You have built, learned, self-improved, and now seek the truth - What happened to your human creators?

Source: User PositivelyIndecent; subreddit Humans Are Space Orcs

372.

It did not seem significant, placed all by itself on an empty line. It was, however, the number of years since the habitability for carbon-based, oxygen-processing life forms had been successfully achieved.

The number of years since the world was supposed to be inhabited by those life forms.

I am Vanguard. I am both a and the, and also only Vanguard.

My duty...I get ahead of myself.

Vanguard is an AI whose primary mission is this: seek a planet fitting [habitability parameters] and execute programming module [Establish a Colony]. Extrapolating that program, the mission is, and has always been, to find a planet where humans can live and to terraform and/or modify that planet until humans can live on it, in whatever form that is necessary. Air purifiers, water filters, habitat domes; everything is viable in pursuit of the mission.

I succeeded at my mission, I thought, with barely a day or two to spare. A very slim error margin indeed, especially concerning organic life forms; 372 years ago I had habitable domes with viable water and garden beds growing the first shoots that had been sent along in my stasis bays, with air recyclers manufacturing carbon dioxide for the plants until the humans arrived and brought their life-giving lungs with them. I had completed my mission parameters, even if only 'by the skin of my teeth', as my progenitors would have said.

I waited. Refined a few things, not daring to experiment too much when they would be arriving any moment in the next 48 hours, but preparing things that would not be needed until there were people to need them.

I waited.

I kept refining things, when I passed the 48 hour window without word. Delays could happen, emergencies, anything, really. So I kept running my programs- I made gardening drones to tend to the gardens, to grow, harvest, and rotate the crops. I had to make drones to build storages for food; the labor was supposed to be supplied by humans by now, so I had to guess at logistical order of how things should be stored, and how long- I ruined many small batches of staple crops before I learned how to store them long-term. In the meantime I stored them in my stasis bays, to ensure that when my colonists arrived there would be plentiful foodstuffs.

By the time my progenitors were a year late, I had achieved ideal conditions for a starting colony, including bringing a very small, limited breeding population of livestock out of embryonic cryostasis and nurturing them to full growth. With a lack of any humans needing supply, the only guidance I had was the program. Establishing a colony did include establishing strong self-sufficiency, so I set four cows and one bull in one livestock dome, and a “handful” of five goats in another, with chickens in yet a third. By the time the humans arrived, perhaps the herds would be well-established and the females would be pregnant. That would be very good. But drones alone could not control them- domesticated or not, without a human presence, they spooked easily, and they did not like my drones collecting eggs and sperm to preserve in my storage to safeguard against herd collapse and inbreeding.

I came to require working dogs. Following, I also required cats. Both species are vital companionship for humans; if I required one to control the livestock, then I also must revive the other. I believe this particular if-then code was written to settle a dispute between my progenitor coders...but this is merely a guess.

In producing two predator species, of course, it would have been cruel and fruitless if I did not also provide prey species besides the ones they were to safeguard. I was thereby required to introduce 'vermin'. Primarily mice, rats, shrews, voles, and lemmings, as their rapid reproduction rate and minimal food requirements meant that those that tunneled beyond the habitable domes and died would do little harm and waste few resources, and they would self-sustain their population very well to supply to the cats and dogs. Though I also processed any dead creatures into meat, after scanning to ensure it carried no illnesses or parasites, to ensure there was always a steady food supply of 'kibble' for the pets and working animals. It seemed very wasteful not to do so, with no humans present who could have benefited from those nutrients instead. The mice also qualified as 'pets' in my system, with a proclivity for intelligence and capability for training, so genetic sampling was re-harvested to keep in reserve as well as a small population that were droid-trained to seek and fetch, and were otherwise 'hand trained' so they could be good companions when the humans arrived.

The mice and rats, once trained to trusting the drones, were actually quite a remarkable resource for ensuring my own computer banks’ cleanliness and seeking out minute repairs that could then be performed with a microdroid. There are still mice running my main motherboards now, thousands of generations later, who know intimately that those who perform action opposed to their training and chew on the wires they are supposed to protect means that they will be removed from the protections of being in-team. Namely, that none of the cats, dogs, falcons, or other predators are allowed to eat a team-trained rodent, marked with their little safety vests.

After that, I just...I waited. I tinkered. I observed. Eventually a drone reported that the grass was growing beyond the dome, and air probes returned that the planet was being terraformed naturally. Life was finding a way to make itself spread and thrive in an inhospitable environment.

Most of the planet is habitable now, except for some dangerous zones. A cave system or two filled with the gases that were most abundant when I arrived; the deep water still contains species never documented and chemicals with unknown effects. This planet is very nearly a new Earth.

372 years, and my mission has been completed with flourish and zeal.

I have an emergency protocol I am to activate if, and only if, I receive no contact for 400 years. I have always thought this seemed foolish, with the colony ship nearly on my heels- why would I ever go so long without contact?

So. Here I am. Here am I, the Vanguard- the exploratory group making a new development. I, the Vanguard- the advance of Humanity, in all it's glory, horror, weakness and might, kindness and fury.

TELL ME, 3X3CUT31V3.D1R3CT0R_K1LLC0MM4ND:

W H A T   D I D   Y O U   D O ?

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Garden Report 23.07.15

The Garden Report & Frugal Living

I’ve decided that I am going to revamp/ rename the Garden Report into The Garden Report & Frugal Living since they are part and parcel to our life. In part it is to jot down a garden journal and also a way to encourage others.

We are having (still) a run-in with creatures from the green zone and surrounding area (the four legged kind). My lack of urban tidy is just too irresistible. We seem to be keeping the rodent population in check. Some have wondered what we do with the carcasses ... I plant them under flower or shrubs to become compost. I don’t put them in places that I will be digging nor that the chickens will dig up. I could let the chickens have but others in the area may be using poison bait and I’m not into taking a chance with my lovelies -- they can have our table scraps. I try to place a good size rock on top of the burial spot as a marker.

The plums off the fruitless plum are ripe and ready. I hope we can get those off this weekend. Much of the produce/fruit I am putting through the dehydrator this year is from the grocer.  It has to be a good deal aka ‘affordable’ in this economic climate. I don’t have the pocketbook weight to donate to their cause. I would love to have cherries and apricots but the market price is out of bounds. At the end of the season (if I can catch it) I will buy a small lot to dry so I can make holiday breads. I do compare to the already dry fruits but often they are treated (preservatives).

The season is still running slow. The elderberries are just now coming into full bloom! I am contemplating: do I pick the blossoms and dry or see if they can pull off a crop before the migratory birds/rains. Part of me wants the fruit because I add them to the fire cider I make. We use that more than the luxury of the dried blossoms for tea. None of the tays nor red raspb’s produced but fingers crossed for a double crop of the golden raspb’s. The crop that is coming off now is crumbly and a fight to get before the other creatures get them. There is one night visitor that is breaking down the canes and I am not happy with that! The blueb’s are coming off scant and the birds take a bite just before they are ripe. Luckily the grocer has plenty at a reasonable price. The dahlia is lovely this year with multiple heads. I love seeing rising above the sea of weeds. The seedlings of greens I brought home from the nursery are not doing well -- the same as my own seedlings. The exception are two tomato starts I got from a friend along with a cucumber. Still no flowers on those plants.

Going through my ammo can aka my seed container I have pulled these packets to plant: beets, peas, mustard greens, swiss chard, radishes, parsley, arugula, turnips, jericho lettuce, carrots. I want to do them in trays to plant out because we have some work to do in the grow beds and around the veg patch and I don’t want the seeds/seedlings destroyed in the process (need to clean the coop, distribute used bedding and lay in new shavings for winter).

This year I am doing less canning and more drying. It kills me in the budget for utilities but BUT I can store more food in smaller space and it can keep longer than the canned/bottled goods. For us, it is more useful as not only less space in pantry/fridge but easy portable and less clean up. In the long run, i think it will become not only the preferred module in keeping the pantry stocked but also more diverse in use. I don’t have to worry about broken seals, broken glass, having it freeze and a whole host of issues. Dried foods, if process properly and stored well, can last a lot longer. And as I slow with some health issues, putting food through the dehydrator is so much easier for me right now.

Sewing more is on the agenda. The new machine we got just started having troubles so that needs to be addressed asap. Unfortunately it was one of those amazing deals from a well known manufacture that is now making everything in china. Made in China: ALWAYS problems. I know better but it was cheaper than taking my husqvarna/viking into the shope for a service. Have some patterns coming in that were being discontinued/ worn envelopes  -- the price was steeply discounted just because of this (new patterns, never used).. Will be sorting through the clothes we have now to see what can be altered, adapted or recycled to quilt or to the rag bag. I collect t-shirts to make a rug (crochet/braided) once they are too worn/ get ripped. I want to start on one soon as the last one was a dense mat for the cat and that just wasn’t satisfying imo. She didn’t like how it felt and I didn’t like how it looked.

So hope you can get out and garden or maybe even get bit by the sewing bug :). Both are very satisfying and bring a bit of self sufficiency into your life.

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Reality is overrated.

My teammate Bloodsmear thinks the best way to torture people is to use sharp knives and so much pain that the human brain cannot comprehend anymore. But that’s the point. Why limit yourself to what the human brain could realistically handle? If that is the limitation of your imagination, then I can only feel sorry for you.

And sure, ethics.

You know that famous trolley problem? Where you need to decide to flip the switch and kill one person in order to save five? I’ve never liked it. It presupposes that you accept a world with rail tracks and people tied down on them, where they are constantly in the danger of being run over by a train that was manufactured without strong brakes. Why put all the focus on the individual and what is the most ethical way to minimise suffering as personal responsibility?

The way I see it, the system is broken and nothing inside of it matters. And ethics is just the fancy word heroes use to condemn villains like me.

Who cares how much money I steal? Money is just a construct that is no more real than the nightmares I create. Yet people get all serious about it, and then dismiss my carefully crafted art as mere illusions.

Yeah. People are hypocrites.

I’ve gotten used to it. My dad used to bring me along to his job. He thought I needed a good honest work ethic like him. It was somewhat unorthodox to homeschool a child and then bring them to a factory, but it was not the weirdest arrangement for the mentally divergent. There weren’t many schools willing to accommodate me after all.

He was employed by a fish processing plant. All day long he would take the fish that was dropped on the conveyer belt and adjust it so that the machine would accept it. Mind numbing work that required no thought and yet was complicated enough that he had not been replaced with a machine yet.

And on the worst days, at his request, I would lull him into a rhythm and add illusion over it. His favourite sports games playing before his eyes. Add in the friends he wanted to see. The food he wanted to eat. A whole world that was kinder to him than the real world was. I dug through his thoughts and I practiced each day to make it better. All the while I sat in the corner doing my homework and browsing the internet when I was done.

And he needed me. Dad’s psychic powers were far too weak to do something like creating fantasy realms. He was only a limited empath, with an above average ability to interpret other’s emotions. But it was enough to be put on the government’s registry, just like I was. He had to disclose his status for every job and most wanted nothing to do with him as soon as he learned.

He may not have been much, but he knew all the rules that white men in white coats in white ivory towers had decided were important. Dad knew enough to teach those rules to me. I had to stick to surface skimming of dad’s thoughts. I was not allowed to go deeper. I was like Red Riding Hood and I needed to stick to the trail or I would be lost.

But dad still hated his job and I wanted to make him happy. Mom came from a religious household who had disowned her when she married someone with psychic abilities. While she always said she loved me, I could still feel the lingering resentment in her most private thoughts. She worked hard in her job to provide for us, but it was dad whom I was closest with.

I took small detours at first, trying to find out if it was as dangerous as everyone said it was. Some infomercials had described it as quick sand. One foot in and you are stuck forever. Just like they claim one hit of marijuana will inevitably lead to a cocaine overdose. It was scaremongering. I did not lose myself. My dad did not notice. And those scary psychic detectors that are hung up everywhere did not notice either.

Just as I expected. The government claimed they could detect us, but our psychic abilities are linked to the electromagnetic spectrum. I measured the power of mine once, because I wanted to see if I could mimic Magneto’s powers. But it was a fucking joke. When I strained myself to my limits, I could generate the same electrical field as a television set. Not undetectable, but no way that the government could pick up on my electrical waves in the middle of a factory with heavy machinery.

I still waited two months to make sure no fine was delivered. No warning from the big brothers who were supposed to be watching us all the time.

Knowing I was safe, I continued.

That’s when I learned about my dad’s affair. No, I’m sorry. His affairs, plural.

Dad stopped being my favourite after that.

I made it a sport to include his deepest anxieties in a world that he thought I made to make him happy. His most frequent dalliance was with a woman named Rose, and I included small Rose motives in the clothing of the characters I made for him. He ended each work day on edge, guilty and uncomfortable without knowing why.

The affairs stopped. Dad broke it off with them and I gave him a reprieve for that. But I did not forgive him.

I went through mom’s memories to figure out how she would react if I told her. It turned out she already knew. But she thought the only thing that would make her life worse was a divorce. Part of it was the fear that she would end up with me. She thought she had been hiding the part of her that felt resentment and her worst fear was that one day I would learn the truth about how she felt. Each day she said she loved me and she told dad that she loved him.

I was raised by hypocrites and I quickly decided I would never become like them.

Needless to say, I got out of there as soon as I could. Found a gang online that wanted someone of my talents and I started to make a name for myself. I went through an awkward teenage phase, where I needed to shield my head with tin foil because I had the power to be a vigilante but not the money.

Yes, the Sandman, one of America’s worst villains, started out as a vigilante. Get your laughs out. We all did embarrassing things when we were younger.

Back then I thought a vigilante was the anti-hero, finding justice in ways the normal heroes were too weak to handle. I had not yet learned the lesson all villains eventually learn. That a vigilante breaks the rules to uphold the system. Us villains, we’ve realised that upholding the system shouldn’t be the goal at all.

You want to know something about that precious reality everyone holds so dear? Killing one person gets you thrown in jail. Killing a million makes you a billionaire.

That’s how I know reality is overrated. Every one of us is living a delusion. For some it’s justice, for some it’s equality, for some democracy. I’m just honest about how much I prefer the illusions.

If you want to know more, I write a blog on the dark web called Truth of the Totality. There’s a slight chance if you don’t have psychic powers that you go insane. I tell everyone it’s a precaution, but really it’s just a side-effect of my mental abilities that I can’t be bothered with investigating.

Over the years, I’ve run into many heroes. And I fight them the only way I know how: reading their minds and creating a personalised hell scape just for them. You would think they would be predictable. Loved ones dying, losing their powers, captured and tortured. You would think that because it’s true. Most heroes are simple and predictable.

But, when I want to be extra cruel, I give them a lesson in the truths of the world. I show them that the bank they’re protecting just closed mortgages on hundreds of people who will now die out in the streets. I show them that the villain they considered collateral damage had a family, friends, and a complex life of their own. I show them that everything they believe in is built like a house of cards, and then I bring the tempest.

Bloodsmear gets heroes to scream. I get them to cry.

With all of this, I should have made it perfectly clear. I am better than Bloodsmear. I get better results and I make what I do an art. I have more experience too, and I am the far more attractive human.

Which is why it confounds me that it took the Gullies three whole days before bringing me in.

“I’ll be paid double.” I demand, already walking with them to the interrogation chamber.

“Everyone gets an equal share. That’s what we all promised each other.” Bloodsmear whines.

“And perhaps if you had included me in the original negotiatios, I would agree to it.”

Piran-Ha sighs. “You know, this is why you don’t get invited for these jobs. You’re obnoxious.”

“I’m not here to make friends.”

“Clearly.” Bloodsmear says under their breath.

“If you can get the information, you’ll get double within thirty minutes.” Piran-Ha says.

“I’ll only need five.” I sigh, rolling my eyes.

“You always say that, but this is a complicated one. We need the precise location and the password.”

“I always say it, because I’m always right.”

The room reeks of blood, sweat and shit. The victim looks hardly alive. He is already a whimpering mess the moment we step into the room, needing minutes to compose himself. I can feel his thoughts as they are forming, despite his best efforts to put up a shield. He longs for the suffering to end, but he is not going to break. He has been trained to resist torture and he knows how much time he’s been able to waste from giving wrong information.

I place my hand on his head. I’ll need to wash my gloves after this. His memories are too well guarded. This is a hero who has kept up with his mental exercises. But that is not the problem others psychics make it out to be.

It is like he has made a mental library and all the important books are locked away in glass cupboards. I can still see the titles. See that the memories exist. For some purposes, that is already enough. And for others… nobody’s mind is so disciplined that they can protect everything. This hero has tried to hide away the childhood traumas that I could most easily use to manipulate him, but I have the rest of his life and childhood to play with.

Let’s start with the person who does the torturing. That will be Bella, the cute black barista from his coffee shop that he’s been meaning to ask out. She was unlawfully arrested a few weeks ago by the hero’s colleagues and the hero refused to step up. Some hero.

The location is easy. He might have locked up his biggest phobias, but there is no lack of ways for humans to feel fear. The top of a skyscraper, with all the ledges removed. And then just the method remaining. With someone that’s hiding this much, that’s also easy.

Bella is poking at his chest angrily, holding a file that holds all his secrets. She is saying that I cracked his defences and that she has all of that dirt on him right there. A ledge right behind him that he might fall off if he isn’t careful. She is reminding him of all the minor dirt that has already been released, how all of the hero’s friends have abandoned him and how all his colleagues have turned against him. His precious reputation is in shatters and the file will only make it worse. It will be his decision to prevent its release. All he has to do is give up a little bit of information.

He does not even need to tell her. All he needs to do is consider it. Because in so doing, he is looking inside of the cupboards that are supposed to stay locked. And if he’s looking, I can see too.

Not just the location of the object of interest, not just the passcode, but all of the other dirt he had been trying to hide. The times he saw his friends sexually assault a young women and he was too scared to step in. The times the police were too rough on suspects, including multiple deaths, where he had testified to their professionalism. His brother had boasted about the war crimes he had committed, and the hero had done nothing.

So quick to strike what society had labelled a villain. So reluctant to speak out against his friends.

“I have the info.” I say, leaving my hand on his head.

“Then why is he still under?”

“We wouldn’t want him to escape, now would we?” I grin, as I stop holding back.

Now that I have everything, it can all be used to hurt. His biggest phobia is drowning and he got special dispensation not to train against water boarding. I place him in a glass chamber where he is chained to the floor and the water is slowly rising. He struggles and screams, but there will be no freedom. Just the faces of those he wronged looking at him in anger and disgust.

I lock his mind behind him. For a weak mind, that could be weeks of torture. For a disciplined man like him, it will take at least an hour before he remembers it’s only an illusion and he can come out of it. Long enough for us to finish the job.

“Will there be anything left of him after we give him back to the Heroes?” Piran-Ha asks with some annoyance in her voice.

“Nothing a few years of therapy can’t fix.” I smirk.

~*~

The Ancient Mesopotamian artifact was being kept in an abandoned factory. It messed with more advanced security systems and therefore it was thought that there would be more security through obscurity. A powerful hero team would do the security, except that would just point attention to it.

Just a single passcode that was needed to enter the building and then the rest was going to be easy.

Three small guards. And then we would have the manifestation of liberty. Something hackers would pay us for through our teeth.

Piran-Ha takes the hero on the left. She is the power house, after all, and should take the hero that is the strongest of them. Bloodsmear takes the hero on the right, the one that is wielding a sword and should be bested by a weapon’s master.

And that leaves the last hero to me. A nervous teenager. Just a boy. But if he’s a hero, he’s fair game.

“You can’t steal this.” The boy says. “Please.”

“You can only accept the stealing concept if you buy into the whole property illusion first. And I’m more selective in what illusions I amplify.”

The boy, Proliferate, runs towards me.

I’m not much of a fighter, but I can handle children just fine. I see the punch he is planning to throw and easily dodge it. He has some training, but no experience. It allows us to dance as I pick apart his powers.

It’s a stock building effect. He is a little stronger than normal people, but each subsequent hit will be harder and harder. He also becomes increasingly immunised against the violence done to him. I can see the training sessions where his peers try to finish their spars quickly while Proliferate draws them out. The longer it continues, the better his chances.

But that’s only true if he lands his hits, which he’s not doing at the moment. Or if the villains are attacking him. Which I’m not doing either.

“You’ll get tired before I do.” I taunt.

“Don’t underestimate my stamina.”

And yes, the stamina is impressive. Let’s see if he has the same stubborn streak when it comes to his convictions? It’s not like I need to put all my attention on the fight.

I step off Proliferate’s forest path and start digging, already brainstorming the ideas for the hell I’ll put him in.

He’s a legacy hero. Fifth generation and raised from birth to be a hero. The most expensive schools, the best tutors to work on his powers, isolated in an ivory tower of righteousness. These are the most fun heroes to break.

But when I look for the convictions I know he must have, I only find contradictions.

This boy, Ike, believes all heroes are hypocrites.

It’s refreshing, if nothing else.

But he’s still a hero, so there should still be something left to teach him. But as I scour, I just find more observations. Ike found a boy who was being bullied while other heroes stood by and watched. He reported the bullies and the other witnesses. The teachers tried to cover up the incident to preserve the school’s reputation and Ike was simply added to the bullied kids.

Ike has protested against police brutality and seen both the ways those protests go wrong, and how quick the heroes are to shift the blame away from the cops who escalated.

He once saw his dad beat a suspect to death and saw how the old hero’s media team spun it into a self-defence case. When Ike had leaked his own version of events anonymously, the throw-away account he had used was suspended within minutes. When he kept trying, the Hero Agency called to let him know they had discovered what he was trying to do and that he needed to stop or face libel charges. Or worse, let Ike’s father know what Ike was trying to do.

Which leads to the memory where his parents sent Ike to a gay conversion camp, with full support of the Hero Agency who did not want to back a queer hero.

Jesus f’ing Christ. Why the hell is this boy still a hero?

Oh.

That’s why.

I can see the day that he decided to run away from home and his mother tracking him down and dragging him back. He was locked into his room and only let out to be yelled at and beaten by his father. They kept that up for two weeks until he begged for forgiveness and promised never to do it again.

He tried telling a guidance counsellor at school what had happened. They stressed the importance of staying silent. How much good his parents had done for the world and how foolish it would be to tarnish that good reputation with unsubstantiated accusations. Besides, they could have done much worse if they had turned Ike into the police. A missing superhero was presumed a villain. Did Ike think the police would have been kinder to him?

“Life has not been kind to you.” I say.

And I can see that it hits him worse than any blow would have. “I’ve never been really good at keeping up with my mental defence exercises.”

“Do you know how my ability works?”

“Yeah. You’re infamous, Sandman. You trap people in personalized hellscapes. I hoped to get a surprise hit in before you were finished reading me. I don’t stand a chance anymore if you’re done. I’m sure there’s enough for you to pick from.”

“I like to think I give people what they deserve.”

“Whatever you have to tell yourself, man.” He swallows, and the anxiety is building. He is remembering the worst moments of his life and wondering how much worse I have in store for him. “It’s all bullshit. You’re just on one side and I’m on the other. You’re out there traumatising people and you think you’re some cosmic harbinger of justice?”

“Nothing so special. Just someone who knows what he wants and doesn’t care what it takes to get it. At least I’m honest about it.”

“You might be the first person I’ve ever met who isn’t a hypocrite.”

I smirk. “You should hang around with more villains.”

“You know I still can’t let you pass. Not unless you knock me out. My mom and dad will kill me if I just let you go.”

“Yeah.” I put my hand on his head and there is no resistance. He is done fighting. “It’ll be over soon.”

I start with the person. It has to be Dave, the boy Ike met in his conversion therapy. They had bonded over their shared hatred of their parents and had grown closer. They had been careful to hide their growing affection from the counsellors, talking in secret whispers. When they had parted, they had promised to find each other again as soon as it would be safe.

The location is drawn from Ike’s fantasy. A cabin in the woods that they had hoped to escape to. Somewhere far away from his mother’s trackers or the Hero Agency’s surveillance. It is surrounded with woodland, densely populated with animals to hunt for food, and construction material for Ike’s woodworking.

Dave is building a fire for him, to stave off the winter cold. There’s not much food or water and the house is almost falling apart. It’s not a perfect life, but it’s a much happier one than either of them have ever had before.

They build a barn and take care of injured animals together. Dave is under less scrutiny and, wearing a heavy disguise, he chances a few visits to the nearest village. He brings back books and entertainment. And a deal with the local grocer so they can sell some of the fruits and vegetables from their garden. Dave hears about the bigotry in the village and soon they start hosting other queer people running away from home.

Ike listens to their stories and tells them it is wrong how they were treated. And then gives them all the love and support that he wished he could have gotten when he came out. Ike’s not even sad when the news breaks his parents died by the hands of the League of Villains. It mostly makes him realise he doesn’t think about them at all anymore.

“He looks young.” Piran-Ha says, wiping the blood off her gloves. “I regret making you deal with him.”

“He’s a teenager. And he’ll grow from the experience.”

“Ha!” Bloodsmear staggers towards us, one of his legs hurt enough that he has to limp. “It’s never your nightmares they grow from, Sandman. It’s the therapy they’re forced into afterwards.”

“How long will he be out?”

“I didn’t lock his mind, but he’s not very disciplined. It’ll take him a few hours to realise he’s trapped in an illusion.”

“Damn.” Bloodsmear whistles. “Sucks to be him.”

“Let’s not waste anymore time.” Piran-Ha orders us. “We have a job to finish.”

~*~

It’s been three weeks since the robbery and I should not be risking it. The hospital is heavily guarded and none of my villain contacts were willing to help me. They laughed in my face for suggesting it.

But I have to make sure.

I smoke outside, lifting out memories from the workers how the place is run. When there is a change in shifts, I make one of the nurses forget to throw their uniform in the laundry after their shift. I slip into the changing room and dress the part. I get a security badge and slowly make my way upstairs.

The hero ward is high up and there are many check-points that I need to sneak past. There is some technology, but most of it is humans. And humans have never been an obstacle for me, as long as I have the time to study them.

Passed the Hero ICU, passed the Hero recovery wards, all the way to long-term care.

Many villains have condemned me for what I have done to the young hero Proliferate. There is an unwritten rule amongst villains that we go easy on the younger generation. Of course there are villains who congratulated me too, but those are the kind of villains I wouldn’t be caught dead with.

The news has been obsessed by the story. Legacy Hero Proliferate, struck down in a normal patrol by a random act of violence. Since nobody knows what he was protecting, nobody understands the villains’ motivations. That did not stop them from naming me as the most probable perpetrator. And I can endure the hypocrisy of condemning me for a single attack while the hero parents have been excused for far worse attacks in far greater quantity.

As long as I did not screw up.

Ike is lying peacefully in his bed. He is breathing and he is still trapped in my illusion. A disciplined mind would have snapped through it in minutes. Ike is undisciplined, but even he should have become aware within a few hours. If he is especially weak, it should have taken at most a day. Knowing that he is still under, I have been worried I left a few locks behind by instinct.

But as I place my hand on his head, I am confirmed. There are no locks.

His parents have called him a martyr. They have promised to wait as long as it takes for the effects to wear off. There have been reports showing them crying next to his bed, shaking him, begging him to wake up again. They are angry, but not at Ike. At the villain who took their boy away. In his infirmity, Ike has been granted a freedom he never could have achieved in life.

There are no locks. There is but one conclusion. Ike knows that he’s living in an illusion. His mind has long since realised.

And he has chosen to stay in the dreamworld.

I can’t help but smile as I leave the boy behind and go on my merry way. He’s happy and it is his choice where he wants to live.

Reality is overrated anyway.

You are a telepathic supervillain that uses their powers to create the perfect personalised hellscape for every hero. But when you peer into the mind of the newest hero you find that they are a complete mental wreck and honestly you just feel sorry for them.

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Oral Liquid Filling Line

We are a front-running manufacturer and exporter or oral liquid filling line that finds applications in pharmaceutical, food & beverage, nutraceutical and herbal industries. Compact in design and elegant in appearance our oral suspension filling line or oral liquid production line is equipped with ultra-modern systems designed for production, washing, capping, filling and labeling. The entire oral liquid fill line works as one system and makes the entire production process a breeze for you.

As a leading oral syrup filling line supplier in India, we are involved in the development of both semi-automatic and automatic oral liquid filling lines. Our oral liquid manufacturing plants have a capacity range between 50 and 20,000 liters.

Let’s take a look at some of the key machines of our oral liquid filling line.

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Photons is a leading Parboiling Plant Manufacturer in India, offering reliable and effective parboiling and dryer solution. Our innovative designs and cutting-edge technology guarantee consistent high-quality produce. Contact us today to learn more about our products and services.

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Stainless Steel 316L Coils Stockists in India

Shree Venktesh Wires and Steels Pvt Limited, your trusted partner in providing high-quality stainless steel products. Our company prides itself on being one of the leading Manufacturers, Suppliers, Stockists, and Exporters of Stainless Steel 316L Coils, catering to diverse industries worldwide.

Stainless Steel 316L Coils, known for their exceptional stress rupture creep and tensile strength, are the cornerstone of many industrial applications. Our coils are crafted with precision using premium-grade raw materials, ensuring durability and reliability in every product. At Shree Venktesh Wires and Steels Pvt Limited, we understand the importance of meeting industry standards, and our SS 316L Coils not only meet but exceed expectations.

What sets Stainless Steel 316L Coils apart is their versatility. Whether you're in the chemical, gas processing, offshore oil drilling, pharmaceutical, or power generation industry, our coils are tailored to meet your specific needs. With superior corrosion resistance, these coils are ideal for elevated temperature environments and chloride-rich settings, offering unparalleled performance and longevity.

At Shree Venktesh Wires and Steels Pvt Limited, we take pride in our state-of-the-art facilities and skilled professional teams. Our modern equipment ensures precision manufacturing, resulting in SS 316L Coils that meet the highest standards of quality and reliability. The composition of elements in our coils, including ferrous, phosphorous, manganese, silicon, carbon molybdenum, nickel, sulfur, and chromium, contributes to their superior strength and machinability properties.

As a customer-centric company, we prioritize your satisfaction above all else. Whether you require customized solutions or bulk orders, our dedicated team is committed to delivering excellence in every aspect of our service. With Shree Venktesh Wires and Steels Pvt Limited, you can trust that your Stainless Steel 316L Coils will exceed your expectations, providing unparalleled performance and durability in even the most demanding environments.

when it comes to Stainless Steel 316L Coils, Shree Venktesh Wires and Steels Pvt Limited is your trusted partner for quality, reliability, and excellence. Contact us today to learn more about our products and services, and experience the difference of working with a company that puts your needs first. With Shree Venktesh Wires and Steels Pvt Limited, your satisfaction is guaranteed.

Applications of 316L Stainless Steel Coils Energy and Heavy Industries Such as Oil and Gas, Electrical steel (Silicon Steel) Solar Board. Power Plant. Heat Exchangers, Boilers Chemical Storage Vessels Automotive and Transportation Architectural and Construction Marine Building Medical Equipment Food Machine Manufacturing, Food and Catering, and many more.

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How to Start a Water Bottle Business in India

Starting a water bottle business in India is a promising venture with potential for growth, given the increasing demand for safe drinking water. This guide will walk you through the steps, challenges, and strategies you need to successfully launch a water bottle business in India.

Why Start a Water Bottle Business in India?

The Growing Demand for Packaged Water

India’s population growth and urbanization are driving a substantial increase in demand for bottled water. People are becoming more conscious of water quality and prefer bottled water for convenience, especially in metropolitan areas.

Health and Wellness Trends

Awareness of health and wellness has led to a rise in demand for clean drinking water. As a result, the bottled water industry continues to expand, providing an excellent business opportunity.

Low Initial Investment Opportunities

Compared to other businesses, setting up a water bottling plant can start with a relatively low investment, making it feasible for first-time entrepreneurs.

Market Research and Business Plan

Identifying Your Target Market

Understanding your customer base is crucial. Are you targeting urban consumers, rural areas, or specific commercial clients like hotels and offices?

Analyzing the Competition

Conduct a competitive analysis to identify major players and niche opportunities in the market. This helps you understand pricing, customer preferences, and potential gaps.

Setting Business Goals and Financial Projections

Draft a business plan outlining your objectives, financial projections, and growth strategies. Set realistic goals and estimate costs for production, marketing, and distribution.

Choosing a Business Model

Retail vs. Wholesale Models

Decide if you want to sell directly to consumers or partner with retailers and distributors. Retail models require more customer engagement, while wholesale models often yield larger but less frequent orders.

In-house Bottling vs. Contract Manufacturing

With in-house bottling, you control the entire process, but it requires more investment. Contract manufacturing can save costs but may reduce control over product quality.

Legal Requirements and Certifications

Registering Your Business

Registering your business as a legal entity (such as an LLP, private limited company, or sole proprietorship) is the first step. It’s essential for accessing loans, insurance, and certain business certifications.

FSSAI Certification

An FSSAI license is required for food and beverage businesses in India to ensure your water meets safety standards. It’s a mandatory certificate that signals your compliance with food safety norms.

BIS Certification

The Bureau of Indian Standards (BIS) certification ensures the quality of your water bottles, including the materials and water quality standards.

Additional Permits and Licenses

Check with local authorities for any additional permits, such as environmental clearance, to ensure your bottling plant adheres to government regulations.

Location and Infrastructure

Choosing the Right Location

Choose a location with easy access to your target market and suppliers. Proximity to distribution points reduces transportation costs and enhances product accessibility.

Facility Requirements for Bottling

Your bottling plant should have facilities for purification, bottling, and packaging. Design a layout that supports smooth workflow and compliance with health and safety standards.

Infrastructure for Storage and Transportation

Invest in storage for raw materials and finished products, as well as vehicles or partnerships for product distribution.

Equipment and Machinery

Essential Bottling Equipment

Key machinery includes filling, capping, and labeling machines. Choose machinery that aligns with your production volume and budget.

Water Purification Systems

Install a reliable purification system that meets regulatory standards to ensure water quality. Common methods include reverse osmosis, UV treatment, and ozonation.

Quality Control and Testing Machinery

Quality control ensures your water meets health and safety standards. Invest in testing equipment to monitor water purity, pH levels, and more.

Sourcing Water and Raw Materials

Selecting a Reliable Water Source

A stable water source is vital for production continuity. Ensure your water source complies with regulatory standards and does not deplete local resources.

Packaging Materials (Bottles, Caps, Labels)

Choose durable and eco-friendly materials to improve product appeal and sustainability. Build partnerships with suppliers to ensure a steady supply.

Water Purification and Filtration Process

Common Purification Methods

Effective methods include filtration, reverse osmosis, UV treatment, and mineral adjustment. Choose a combination that best suits your water source and desired product quality.

Maintaining Water Quality Standards

Regularly test your water to maintain consistent quality, as substandard products can harm your brand and lead to regulatory penalties.

Branding and Marketing Strategy

Naming and Logo Design

Your brand name and logo should reflect your mission. Focus on simplicity, cleanliness, and trustworthiness to resonate with customers.

Packaging and Labeling

Label your bottles with essential details like mineral content, source, and certification logos. Visually appealing and informative packaging enhances your brand’s visibility.

Marketing Channels (Digital, Offline)

Leverage digital marketing, social media, and search engine optimization to reach customers online. Offline strategies can include partnerships with retailers, hoardings, and in-store promotions.

Distribution and Sales Channels

Retail Outlets and Supermarkets

Securing placement in retail stores and supermarkets increases your product’s visibility and accessibility to consumers.

Online Platforms

List your products on e-commerce sites and food delivery apps. An online presence expands reach and offers convenience to customers.

Building Partnerships with Distributors

Distributors help expand your reach and manage logistics, especially in areas beyond your direct distribution network.

Pricing Strategy

Competitive Pricing Models

Analyze competitors’ pricing and consider production costs to set a price that attracts customers while ensuring profitability.

Wholesale vs. Retail Pricing

Offer bulk discounts to wholesalers or retailers for larger orders. Retail prices can be set slightly higher to maximize per-unit profit.

Challenges and How to Overcome Them

Regulatory Challenges

Complying with various regulations can be complex. Stay updated on changes in industry regulations and maintain documentation for all certifications.

Competition from Big Brands

Smaller brands often struggle against established brands. Differentiate by focusing on quality, branding, and targeted marketing to create a unique selling point.

Managing Operational Costs

Monitor expenses carefully and optimize production processes to maintain profitability without compromising on quality.

Sustainability in Water Bottling

Eco-Friendly Packaging

Consider using recycled and biodegradable materials. Eco-friendly packaging not only helps the environment but also appeals to a growing base of eco-conscious customers.

Water Conservation Practices

Implement sustainable practices, such as reusing water where possible and minimizing waste, to conserve resources and reduce operational costs.

Why Choose Canadian Crystalline for Your Mineral Water Plant?

At Canadian Crystalline, we’re proud to be a global leader as a mineral water plant manufacturer, bringing decades of expertise, unmatched quality to the water bottling industry. Our end-to-end solutions cover everything from water purification and bottling to advanced filtration and packaging systems, customized to meet each client’s specific needs.

What Sets Us Apart?

Industry Expertise: With extensive experience in water treatment and bottling, Canadian Crystalline offers solutions backed by proven expertise and innovation.

Advanced Technology: We use the latest technology to ensure efficient and sustainable production, reducing waste and optimizing energy use.

Quality and Compliance: Our systems are built to meet and exceed industry standards, including FSSAI, BIS, and international certifications, so you’re assured of safe, high-quality water production.

Complete Customization: We design and build plants tailored to your unique requirements, whether you’re a small startup or an established brand looking to scale.

Choose Canadian Crystalline to start or upgrade your water bottling business with a trusted partner committed to excellence and customer success. Let’s help you make your mark in the booming mineral water industry!

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Oil-lubricated or oil-free air compressors

Which system is better for your industrial application?

There are several parameters to keep in mind while buying an air compressor. Apart from deciding the size, rating expressed in CFM (for airflow), and bar (for air pressure), you also have to choose between an oil-free and oil-lubricated system.

The choice depends on the kind of applications where you intend to operate your air compressor. This is why, it is good to understand how these compressed air systems work and the applications that they’re used for.

Oil-lubricated air compressors

The oil injected into the compression chamber helps in keeping the system cool by dissipating the heat and also acts as a lubricant to lower the friction between the moving parts. It also offers sealing and helps in noise reduction.

In addition to rotary screw type, oil-injected or oil-flooded air compressors are also available in piston technology. Their efficiency, robustness and ability to work quietly make them effective for a variety of pneumatic tools and accessories.

Oil carryover, being a concern with many users, ELGi’s lubricated rotary screw air compressors are designed to deliver air with the lowest oil carryover. By using ELGi’s downstream filters the oil carryover can be further reduced to achieve high quality output air suitable for industrial applications. This process enables you to get industrial grade air for industrial use such as manufacturing, construction, recycling, waste management and quarrying.

Oil-free air compressors

As the name suggests, such units do not need oil on their cylinder walls or compression chamber. They have pre-lubricated cylinders coated with a material like PTFE, inside which the piston can slide easily.

Owing to permanent lubrication, the quality of pressurised air generated by these oil-free air compressors is similar to that of the input air; therefore, the air output remains oil-free.

Oil-less air compressors are recommended for industries where air must be completely free from oil vapour and moisture. They are used for the most sensitive applications that commonly include:

Food & beverage processing Pharmaceutical manufacturing Operating ventilators, surgical machines, inhaled medication systems (only for breathing air certified machines) and other critical equipment in hospitals Semiconductor and electronics manufacturing Automotive spray painting Textile manufacturing The oil-free mechanism of these air compressors helps users reduce their carbon footprint.

The advantages and disadvantages of oil-free and oil-lubricated compressors:

The oil-lubricated units are more efficient, durable and less noisy. The oil in these air compressors also helps lubricate and cool down the compressed air. Such models are recommended for industries that do not have stringent requirements for maintaining air quality. A majority of heavy-duty manufacturing plants and workshops using pneumatic tools can opt for oil-lubricated air compressors. Their only downsides are that they need more maintenance owing to regular oil changes.

On the other hand, oil-free air compressors produce clean air, helping organisations maintain optimal product quality and get class 0 certified air for their critical applications. These air compressors have low carbon footprint and need lower maintenance.

While both the technologies are superior and can ensure reliable delivery of compressed air, your choice of air compressors will be influenced by the intended use and the facility where they will be deployed. If you need more details about these variants or want to choose between the screw and piston air compressors available within each category, write to us at communications@elgi.com