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Black and white picture of Chilean flag waving between power cables. Shot taken in the Elqui Valley in the north of Chile.
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||COUNTDOWN ||SEASON 7 EPISODE 05 || SINGAPORE ||
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She pressed her back against the tunnel wall, hands flat on the rough rock, and thought. Thatâs where theyâd gone, then. It made no difference, but she closed her eyes to improve her concentration and summoned up the pages of the massive binderâpresently on the seat of the vanished truckâthat contained the structural and engineering details of all the hydroelectric stations under her purview.Sheâd looked at the diagrams for this one last night and again, hastily, while brushing her teeth this morning. The tunnel led to the dam, and had obviously been used in the construction of the lower levels of that dam. How low? If the tunnel joined at the level of the turbine chamber itself, it would have been walled off. But if it joined at the level of the servicing chamber aboveâa huge room equipped with the multi-ton ceiling cranes needed to lift the turbines from their nestsâthen there would still be a door; there would have been no need to seal it off, with no water on the other side.Try as she might, she couldnât bring the diagrams to mind in sufficient detail to be sure there was an opening into the dam at the far end of the tunnelâbut it would be simple enough to find out.
SHEâD SEEN THE TRAIN, in that brief moment before the doors closed; it didnât take much fumbling round to get into the open cab of the tiny engine. Now, had those clowns taken the key to the engine, too? Ha. There was no key; it worked by a switch on the console. She flipped it, and a red button glowed with sudden triumph as she felt the hum of electricity run through the track beneath.The train couldnât have been simpler to run. It had a single lever, which you pushed forward or back, depending on which direction you meant to go. She shoved it gently forward, and felt air move past her face as the train moved silently off into the bowels of the earth.She had to go slowly. The tiny red button shed a comforting glow over her hands, but did nothing to pierce the darkness ahead, and she had no idea where or how much the track curved. Neither did she want to hit the end of the track at a high rate of speed and derail the engine. It felt as though she was inching through the dark, but it was much better than walking, feeling her way over a mile of tunnel lined with high-voltage cables.It hit her in the dark.
For a split second, she thought someone had laid a live cable on the track. In the next instant, a sound that wasnât a sound thrummed through her, plucking every nerve in her body, making her vision go white. And then her hand brushed rock and she realized that she had fallen across the console, was hanging halfway out of the tiny, trundling engine, was about to fall out into darkness.Head spinning, she managed to grab the edge of the console and pull herself back into the cab. Flipped the switch with one shaking hand and half-fell to the floor, where she curled up, gripping her knees, her breath a whimpering in the dark.
âHoly God,â she whispered. âOh, Blessed Mother. Oh, Jesus.â
She could feel it out there. Still feel it. It didnât make a sound now, but she felt its nearness and couldnât stop trembling.She sat still for a long time, head on her knees, until rational thought began to come back.She couldnât be mistaken. Sheâd passed through time twice, and knew the feeling. But this hadnât been nearly so shocking. Her skin still prickled and her nerves jumped and her inner ears rang as though sheâd thrust her head into a hive of hornetsâbut she felt solid. She felt as though a red-hot wire had sliced her in two, but she hadnât had the horrible sense of being disassembled, turned physically inside out.
A terrible thought sent her surging to her feet, clinging to the console.
Had she jumped? Was she somewhereâsomewhenâelse?
But the metal console was cool and solid under her hands, the smell of damp rock and cable insulation unchanged.âNo,â she whispered, and flicked the power light for reassurance. It came on, and the train, still in gear, gave a sudden lurch. Hastily, she throttled back the speed to less than a crawl.She couldnât have jumped into the past.
Small objects in direct contact with a travelerâs person seemed to move with them, but an entire train and its track was surely pushing it. âBesides,â she said out loud, âif youâd gone more than twenty-five years or so into the past, the tunnel wouldnât be here. Youâd be inside⊠solid rock.â Her gorge rose suddenly, and she threw up.The sense of⊠it⊠was receding, though. Itâwhatever it wasâwas behind her. Well, that settled it, she thought, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. There bloody well had to be a door at the far end, because there was no way she was going back the way sheâd come.
There was a door. A plain, ordinary, industrial metal door. And a padlock, unlocked, hanging from an open hasp. She could smell WD-40; someone had oiled the hinges, very recently, and the door swung open easily when she turned the knob. She felt suddenly like Alice, after falling down the White Rabbitâs hole. A really mad Alice.A steep flight of steps lay on the other side of the door, dimly litâand at the top was another metal door, edged with light. She could hear the rumble and the metallic whine of a ceiling crane in operation.Her breath was coming fast, and not from the effort of climbing the stairs. What would she find on the other side? It was the servicing chamber inside the dam; she knew that much. But would she find Thursday on the other side? The same Thursday sheâd had when the tunnel doors had closed behind her?She gritted her teeth and opened the door. Rob Cameron was waiting, lounging back against the wall, lit cigarette in hand. He broke into an enormous grin at sight of her, dropped the butt, and stepped on it.
âKnew yeâd make it, hen,â he said. Across the room, Andy and Craig turned from their work and applauded.âBuy ye a pint after work, then, lass,â Andy called.âTwo!â shouted Craig.She could still taste bile at the back of her throat. She gave Rob Cameron the sort of look sheâd given Mr. Campbell.
âDonât,â she said evenly, âcall me hen.â
His good-looking face twitched and he tugged at his forelock with mock subservience.âAnything you say, boss,â he said.
Tunnel Tigers ~ An Echo in the Bone
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> Those cables are very high-voltage. Theyâre reinforced with multiple layers of rubber, but youâve done quite a number on the outer coating.
> Can you feel the static pooling in your mouth? It shouldnât be painful. Iâm keeping the charge gentle.
> Can you taste the arcs as they connect to your tongue? Your saliva conducts the current. Iâve heard humans describe it as sour and cold.
> I hope youâre enjoying this as much as I am.
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Dynaco Repair Post No. 6: The Glow Renewed
Tuesday evening, 12-26-23
I was completely caught off guard by the box by the front door when I got back from Bunny Duty/Safeway/Post Office errands today. Things are supposed to be delivered starting tomorrow, three different packages, but nothing was scheduled to come today.
Busted out in a big grin as soon as I saw it was from my bud in SC: The EL34s got here two days early! So...I was completely (and delightedly) doing something much different this evening than I had planned!
In the box were five tubes, all of them "good spares" I had personally pulled out of working ST70s I had. I'd de-tubed them before I sold them on eBay. They went to afore-mentioned friend who was going to use them in HIS Dynaco, but hadn't yet. He sent 'em back to me, four of the square-bottled Mullards (three of 'em original Dynaco-branded actual Mullards), and one "Winged C" (the Russian iteration), and a JJ as a spare. These had been in one of the systems I'd set up for ANOTHER of our buddies (my bestie who died in 2021). Old, but good, solid tubes with lots of life left in 'em.
The 5AR4 I have is the original one. The silvering at the top is almost non-existent. It's a US-made Mullard clone:
Gorgeous, ain't it?
SO...I got the ST70 ready for relaunch. Put it on the bench and hooked it up to my trusty old Micronta variac, set to "Zero Volts", got the fuse in, and switched it on.
Started out slowly turning it up to 10V, and waiting 15 minutes, and then turned it up another 10V to 20V, and waiting 15 more minutes, lather, rinse, repeat, until I got it up to about 117V.
At about 40V I began to see the barest glow in all but one tube (that Winged C). At 50V, it began to glow as well. So far so good. After about an hour, I'd nursed it up to 70V, every tube glowing strong. I let it sit at 70V for about a half hour, and then just slowly turned the knob on the variac up to 117.
Every tube came up like a champ. The ST70 Glows once again!
I let it sit and burn for about an hour, and checked the bias voltages. I had set the two adjustment pots to their center point. The left channel needed the slightest of increase (probably due to the Winged C) to get it up to the correct voltage, but the right channel was dead-set-centered on 1.56V. Boom. Rock solid. Done.
Now that the repairs are done, and I know everything is working, I will start tomorrow on re-connecting and re-arranging all the components in the system. I'm kinda spent at the moment...it's been quite a day! I'll post more tomorrow, but for tonight I call it a victory. All of the thanks go to my buddies @misfitwashere (who got me the parts) and our old compadre "Harbourmaster" on the East Coast, who sent the tubes.
More tomorrow, and to all a bitchin' Good Night.
Wednesday Night, 12-27-23
Well, it took awhile, but I finally got things re-wired and in position. Got the turntable and the FM3 hooked up and both work splendidly. I found a super-shielded RCA cable for the turntable specifically, and it sounds better...there's almost no need for the turntable ground wire now!
First, tho', I have to show off my speakers. These started their lives as Pioneer boxes, Model CS-44, to be exact. I got them at the thrift store for $25.
BUT: the 8-inch woofers and tweeters in them were garbage, so I replaced them with new components: A pair of 8" butyl-rubber surround, poly-cone woofers (they will never need reconing), and a pair of genuine Danish SEAS Tweeters, salvaged from a working pair of Dynaco A-25s.
The result? The 8-Inch Dynaco Speaker That Never Was! The A-10s had 6-inch woofers, and all the others had 10-inch woofers.
And the sonic result? A pair of mid-sized bookshelf speakers with rock-solid bass and the clearest, most well-defined mids and highs you could ever want to hear! And they don't look bad, either!
Here is everything finally in place:
And that about wraps it up! I've finally got my music back. I'll finally be able to continue my vinyl transcribing, and won't have to worry about my equipment for another good long while.
Many thanks again to my bros @misfitwashere and Harbourmaster. I couldn't have gotten it accomplished without y'all's help.
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Denied Repose
For Rare Pairing Fest 2023 - @tfrarepairing
Prompt Day 1 - Underworld
Continuity: IDW1
Rating: Teen
Relationship: Megatron/Ratchet
Characters: Megatron & Ratchet Warnings: Major character death, mild gore, necromancy, one-sided relationship
Summary: In which Megatron decides death is also his to control.
Crossposting: AO3 |Â Dreamwidth Fic under cut. See AO3 for complete notes.
âGood doctor,â Megatron started, strapping Ratchetâs limp limbs to the medical slab, not that Ratchet seemed to be in much of a mood to struggle at the moment. He wasnât in the mood for much of anything, if Megatron were being honest. âThis is one of those situations where Iâll be, in theory, asking you for your forgiveness, rather than for your permission.â
The room thrummed with high voltage electricity as it coursed through the wires and circuits of the machinery lining the walls and ceiling. Megatron did not fully grasp the physics behind it, but that didnât matter. He had read enough of Scorponokâs notes.
The Autobots had made the mistake of leaving their fallen behind in the chaotic aftermath of battle. Megatron had never been one to let an opportunity go to waste.
Ugly welds made by inexperienced hands crossed Ratchetâs cold chest, windshield glass lingering only as shards still stuck inside of the frame. With guidance from Flatline over their commlinks, Megatron had already patched the worst of the damage to Ratchetâs body, leaving only cosmetic injuries that could be repaired. These were not vital, not yet to a functioning body.
Of all the mechs misguided enough to join the Autobots, Ratchet had always held Megatronâs personal respect. One day, he had always reasoned, perhaps Ratchet could have been convinced to see the world from the Decepticonsâ perspective. He had seen the worst of what Functionism had done to the people. Megatron had even put out a standing order early on to leave the handsome medic to do his work, to not target him in battle.
This was not how he had anticipated swaying Ratchet to his cause. He had hoped to use words, wielding the powerful weapon of rhetoric. Though, perhaps, in time he could yet do that, but Ratchet would need function sensors to receive the anything that Megatron had to say.
Megatron checked the straps again, running the back of his hand along Ratchetâs forearm as though soothing an ailing friend, rather than a deceased enemy. He avoided looking at the medicâs dark, unseeing optics.
Cables, still powered down, hung from the ceiling. Megatron reached into Ratchetâs chest through the gap where the windshield had once been, clipping the cables onto his spark chamber.
He stared for a few moments at the gray, crystalline orb nestled inside. Once it had held all that Ratchet was, powering both his frame and his thoughts. Perhaps soon it would again.
Thankfully the spark itself had not sustained damage or shattered, otherwise even this last hope would have been out of reach.
Scorponok had pioneered this gargantuan machine in his quest to both understand the spark and boost Decepticon numbers. His research had been intended to both keep their strength up and pursue techniques they could leverage when Phase 7 finally arrived.
This resurrection machine, however, had been only sparsely tested due to its unsustainable energy requirements.
Should Megatron have been doing this?
Absolutely not. This was selfish, pure and simple.
What would Ratchet say when he discovered that Megatron had sidestepped the natural order of the universe for him? That was hard to say, but he would be alive to say whatever it was.
If it worked.
Reluctantly leaving Ratchetâs side, Megatron walked over to the control console to begin entering the commands to prepare the machine. Its sole task was to jump start the cold spark in Ratchetâs chest.
The console ready, Megatron initiated the sequence.
Power surged down from the ceiling through the cables and into Ratchetâs empty spark.
âI hope one day youâll understand.â
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Umbrella Pharmaceuticals - Chapter 55
Summary: Alfred Ashford agrees with Peter Lee to perform sadistic rituals in an abandoned factory.
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The mansion stood on a gentle promontory.
He rang the doorbell.
A red-haired individual greeted him.
âWelcome to my sweet home.â
The guest entered the estate like a prince marching to his coronation. In the entrance hall, a stylised white marble statue reproducing the nude torso of an Atlantean dominated the room as its centrepiece. Its features, in contrast to the classical hieratism, were a grimace of pleasurable pain reminiscent of works from the Hellenistic period of Ancient Greece.
âI'm a sculptor. You don't have a name. Do you want me to show you the workshop?â
âShow me the film,â Alfred ordered dryly.
Peter hurried down the corridor to a door set into the eastern wall. He unlocked the latch and motioned Alfred through first. Alfred descended a flight of worn stairs that roared in pain with every step from decades of neglect. Behind him, Peter flicked the light switch. A set of lonely, bare bulbs flickered on. The bulbs hung from the ceiling by the effort of a rickety copper wire. The basement was empty except for a chestnut-coloured leather armchair and a television perched atop a bedside table with a VHS mounted on top of the box. Alfred accidentally inhaled a strange, sweetish stench that snaked through the isolated atmosphere of the room.
Without waiting for Peter, Alfred sat down in the armchair. He settled himself by crossing his legs and took the cardboard box out of the inside of his jacket. He lit a cigarette while Peter revived the television and pulled out the VHS to play the tape.
A black background with Japanese lettering. A house similar to the ones he had seen on the postcards his father received from the Japanese subsidiary of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals. A man wearing a suit and a mask that hid his face. The man carried a curved sabre which he drew when he entered the house. He went into a room on the first floor. In the room was another young man pleading for his life. The man raised the sabre and cut the young man to death. The dismemberment of the young man was realistic, crude, raw and honest. The sabre sliced through skin, muscle and bone as if they were made of paper. The victim's high-pitched shrieks reverberated through the speakers in the basement.
The footage lasted fifteen minutes, the equivalent of three five-minute cigars, and faded to black. The player paused. Alfred put the last cigarette butt in the steel packet.
âWhere did you get it?â asked Alfred.
âI bought it over the phone from an anonymous guy I met at the video store downtown. I haven't seen him since.â
Alfred got up from the chair. Peter got up from the floor.
âAnd... that's it?â
Alfred sounded bored, as if watching a banned film was a minor pastime.
It had not surprised him. It had not moved him.
Peter's hands began to move erratically. Alfred raised an eyebrow.
âAre you the devil?â Peter spoke as if he had been shaken by a high-voltage cable.
âWhat demon?â he replied calmly.
Peter went to the back of the room. He grabbed a handle stuck in the floor and pulled it to unbolt a trapdoor. A foul smell of decay emerged from the hole as if he had uncovered a mass grave. Alfred futilely held his arm over his nose. Peter pulled a doctor's bag from the hole in the floor. He placed the bag on the leather chair and opened it to reveal its contents. Alfred peered into the tiny abyss.
A collection of rusted and uncleaned surgical tools. Bloodstains were embedded in the metal like scabs covering a wound. Alfred coughed, positioned parallel to Peter. The latter pulled a bone saw from the bag. Inexpressive, he swung the saw around to face Alfred.
âI practice with animals. This basement is my secret place.â
Alfred did not retreat. The momentary shot of adrenaline he felt from identifying a potential threat intercepted and overrode the neural reception of the nauseating smell. Defenseless and not knowing how to fight hand-to-hand without harming himself, he dismissed attack as the main course of action.
âI had my secret place too.â Alfred whispered to Peter without looking away. âI spent my teenage years at boarding school in England. I had a group of friends there...â Peter listened carefully. âThere was an attic in the dormitory where I lived. We would take the bad kids up there and punish them. I was in charge of the punishments. I called myself the master of ceremonies.â Peter put the saw down. âI wore a rabbit mask that one of the boys bought for a Halloween costume.â Alfred cleared his throat. âThe important thing was not to leave a mark. We'd stick them on their backs with leather belts and ivory canes. We'd lock them in cages in the attic and deprive them of food and drink until we got bored.â Alfred gave Peter a nostalgic half-smile.
âWere you found out?â asked Peter, engrossed in Alfred's narrative.
âNo. The school owed my family a favour and the law of silence was imposed.â
âWere you punished?â Peter's facial expression had relaxed considerably.
âYes, but only the teachers. I was only whipped with the cane, not given any of the punishments in the attic.â Alfred glanced at the trapdoor. âI've had some practice with animals myself.â
âDo you listen to them too?â Peter mumbled excitedly.
âThe voices?â Alfred answered automatically because of the remarkable number of times he had heard the same question in horror films.
âAre you schizophrenic too? The voices ordered me to kill you so you wouldn't call the police.â
Alfred smiled pleasantly natural.
âNo, I'm not schizophrenic, but I also have strange thoughts. Have you ever tried it with a person? Do you know what it feels like?â
The suggestion caught Peter by surprise and off guard. He shook his head.
âIt's a very pleasant sensation,â Alfred whispered.
Peter took a couple of steps back. He threw the bone saw onto the couch and dug his knees into the floor.
âYou are the devil. You have come to me.â
âWould you like to try it?â offered the demon called Alfred.
âYes.â
âI will see you next Saturday at the same time and in this house. I will tell you my plan.â
Alfred went upstairs and disappeared through the front door. Peter kept vigil for the rest of the night with his knees to the floor and the cellar hatch wide open.
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Alfred returned around noon to the mansion he shared with his sister and father in the wealthy suburb of Raccoon City. Alexia was tending a rose bush in the back garden when Alfred appeared to inform her of his meeting with Peter Lee.
âIs dad in home?â Alfred yawned.
âNo.â Alexia cut the stem of a rose.
âI have already seen the film.â
âSo?â
âThere was something else.â
Alfred moved closer to his sister so that she could hear his murmur.
âThere is a trap door in the cellar of his house,â he said in Scottish Gaelic so that no undesirable would understand. âA mass grave with the remains of the animals he practices on. He keeps the instruments in a doctor's bag. The tools are stained with blood. He is schizophrenic and thinks I am the personification of his demon. He wanted to kill me, but I dissuaded him by telling him about the attic in the Jacob II. I think he now reveres me.â
Alexia cut a second rose.
âI've had an idea,â Alfred added hesitantly. Alexia prepared to cut a third rose about to wilt. âDo you think I'm a demon?â
Alexia did not respond, focused as she was on the rose bush. In reality, she knew what Alfred wanted, hence her accusatory silence.
âDon't tell dad, please,â he pleaded out of politeness, because he knew that telling his father was her responsibility, not Alexia's. âI'm going to do it, and I want Ogie[1] involved. He wants to be involved too. We've talked about it.â
âMaybe you should have been a priest,â said Alexia.
âYou're right,â Alfred confirmed and turned away from her to go into the house.
Alexia was right.
His introduction to the priesthood was his last chance to achieve a self-awareness that would have enabled him to quell the Craving for good. The Craving was a phenomenon that his great-grandfather Thomas began to experience at the same age as Alfred, at fifteen, and which he tried to quell for the rest of his brief life without success. Thomas described the Craving as a visceral and irrational impulse to commit infamous acts. The subject, possessed by the Craving, did not reason like a human being, but indulged in the most despicable instincts. He was beast, but not man, and this beast had to be tamed to avoid being controlled by it. In the particular case of Thomas Ashford, the Craving manifested itself as an obsessive fixation on consuming human flesh.
In his manuscripts, Thomas recounted his frequent trips to London's East End to satiate the Craving. Dressed incognito, like a factory worker, he would pay whores a generous sum of money to lock himself up with them in the cellar or attic of an abandoned house. Out of Catholic devotion, Thomas never committed the sin of fornicating with his victims, nor of being suggestive with them or kissing them, for he was a married man and faithful to his wife. However, before beginning his ritual, Thomas would get drunk with his victim, as alcohol was his only source of weakness, and then kill her by suffocating her with a rope. Once the victim was dead, Thomas would begin a second ritual, described in his memoirs, which included the skinning of the skin, the Egyptian draining of bodily fluids as if to mummify the body, the dismemberment of arms and legs, and the opening of the cranial cavity with a saw for the subsequent preparation of the brain with spices and bourbon flambé. The meticulous cooking of the human flesh and other organs such as the heart and pancreas usually took no more than three hours.
Once the food was prepared, he would organise the feast in the same place where he had killed the victim. The sour taste of the cooked organs and the soft texture of the human flesh gave him an indescribable, ultraterrestrial, addictive pleasure. A tally sheet taped to the cover of one of the notebooks listed a total of 107 souls; 105 low-life women and two men of the worst kind with whom he had fallen out over a rugby match. On the same sheet of paper, the first name, surname, gender, age, nationality, occupation, city of residence, marital status and religious denomination had been recorded with detective-like meticulousness. All the victims were cut from the same cloth: between 20 and 30 years old, unmarried, lower class, living in London, Protestant and English. Thomas, in keeping with his moral principles, never devoured anyone who was Scottish and Irish, Catholic, old and socially worthy.
Thomas rationalised the Craving as a test from God to demonstrate the strength of his faith and as a punishment for the weakness of his spirit, which was prone to be intoxicated by worldly passions such as alcohol and lasciviousness. Since the Craving was reluctant to abandon his being, he took up a strategy based on a virtuous Catholic life, devoted to prayer and contemplation of the ten commandments, with some borrowings from the Franciscan rule and a ten-month stay in an Italian monastery. It didn't work, but it allowed him to bear the craving with temperance, reducing the number of people he devoured each year, and finally to die in peace with himself and his fellow relatives. He interpreted the cancer that took his life in his late forties as an act of divine commiseration for his torment and atonement for his own flesh.
Alfred read Thomas Ashford's memoirs during the summer before he started university and at a time when he was still unable to put a name to the strange thoughts that gripped him. To summon a demon you had to know its name, and its name was the Craving. The Craving that tormented him possessed a different nature. Cannibalism disgusted him, even if it was one of his favourite subjects as a spectator. His thing was the infliction of pain. Sadism.
It all started in the attic of King's House with the first time he put on the rabbit mask, and from then on he couldn't and didn't know how to stop. First, it came about as an escape from his depressing reality. Second, as a way to impose his power on the boarding school. Third, as an addiction. Fourth, as an artistic expression. And fifth, as a combination of all of the above. There was not a day that went by that he did not wish to ascend to the attic to carry out his sentence on all the boys who dared to break even the most absurd of rules. His group of executioners cheered and praised him, and each cheer revived his Craving. Such was the magnitude of the tyranny that the Jacobite core of King's House imposed on the school that Alfred was referred to the institution's psychiatrist. The psychiatrist ascertained the source of his affliction and recommended to the school authorities that Alfred be assessed by a forensic doctor specialising in serial killers, but the Headmaster declined the request because of its obvious social repercussions for the prince and his family. In the end, the decision was made to seal off the penthouse and disband Alfred's Jacobite clique by moving the boys to the remaining residences. Alfred was left alone in King's House. Henry, an ordinary boy, was the only one who survived him. Without his main source of amusement and without friends, Alfred's character soured.
As Henry was the only one who stayed by his side, Alfred made him the target of his frustrations and outbursts of rage. His abuse of Henry was verbal and emotional, as he lacked the physical substance to attack him. Henry endured his tantrums and hurtful comments with an imperturbability that would have made the Virgin Mary weep. On the last day of school, now sixteen years old and admitted to the University of Saint-Andrew, Henry approached him, shook his hand and then said: you are a monster, an unhappy, petty bastard with an inferiority complex. Your life is meaningless and you are nothing without your lackeys. You are alone and abandoned. You disgust me. Henry's words stuck in his heart like silver stakes.
Back at Ashford Hall, Alfred retreated to his bedroom, where he spent his nights weeping with rage and banging his head against the wooden bars of the canopy. He refused to seek help from his father and sister lest they mock his pathos. So, during the worst summer of his life and to keep from hitting rock bottom, he began reading the Bible at night to comfort himself with the motivational passages and exploring the cottage, sifting through the more than 150 years of stratigraphic layers that had accumulated over the previous five generations like an archaeologist.
On one of the explorations he discovered great-grandfather Thomas's safe. The box had been locked since his death and it took them a triumph to peel the lid off the box after Alexander helped him pick the lock because no one could remember where Thomas had hidden the key. From inside Alexander retrieved the photographs from when Thomas was alive and he was a baby, while Alfred kept a couple of the handwritten notebooks that most caught his eye to read.
From these notebooks, Alfred became familiar with the concept of the Craving and understood what was wrong with him, which increased his hatred for Henry. However, he did not want to end up like his great-grandfather. He did not want to be a slave to the Craving, so he made a decision inspired by Thomas' strategies.
He called in the chaplain of Ashford Hall and confessed to him all the sins he had committed in the Jacob II. The chaplain forgave him his sins in the name of God. Forgiveness improved his state of mind, but that was only the first step. The next step was to frequent the chapel with unusual assiduity. This habit caught the attention of Alexia, who spontaneously began to accompany her brother in his prayers, although Alfred knew that Alexia did not believe in anything resembling a divinity and that she was not praying either, but possibly reflecting in silence. Alexia's contemplative accompaniment cheered him greatly, enough to fracture the shell of decay in which he lived. He was not a wretch, he told himself when he was with Alexia in the chapel.
On August, 1st the Stuarts travelled to the Vatican for the confirmation of Alfred and Alexia and their cousin Auguste by the Pope. Alfred used the event to validate himself as an Ashford and a Stuart, and as the beginning of his test of faith. After confirmation, Alfred stayed at the Vatican to attend a minor seminary for young Christians in which he had enrolled at the time of his decision. The programme was geared towards a priestly ministry, but what interested Alfred was not the profession, but whether he could work in himself a radical change of conscience that would enable him to overcome the Craving and become a better human being than those who despised him, like Henry. Whether or not he would end up as a priest was another matter.
He entered as a boarder in a residence located on the outskirts of St. Peter's Square. Unlike the Jacob II, Alfred did not enjoy any privileges, even as a scion of the Defenders of the Faith[2] . He shared a dingy room with twelve other boys his age. The beds were a rotting jumble of wooden slats whose boards dug into his back through the starving mattress. The pillow still retained the shape of the previous head that had rested on it. The only ventilation available in the room consisted of a window with a broken latch through which a little wind filtered in along with the cacophonous nightlife of Rome. The heat was unbearable and undressing was punishable by a caning, so Alfred removed his pants in the dark and hid them under his pillow to keep his testicles from wrinkling. The food was, to say the least, vomitous. A concoction of two kinds of pasta with meat that looked like rat meat, sometimes fish, and lots of boiled vegetables. The menu at the Jacob II, while not good, tried hard to appear acceptable and not look like expired mashed beans. Alfred ate what he could and stole the rest from the kitchen when it was his turn to do the dishes. The one notable advantage of the seminary was the absence of bullying and mistreatment among fellow students because of the imposition of a pious, scripture-dedicated lifestyle. It was not forbidden, but they never spoke to each other. He did not learn the name of any of his co-religionists and they did not learn his either.
Apart from the obligations he had to observe as part of the pseudo-monastic coexistence, Alfred concentrated on his purpose of finding in Catholicism the inspiration to redeem himself from his Craving. He was initiated into the themes that most appealed to him, such as penance, martyrdom, atonement and the apocalypse. The apocalypse fascinated him with its annihilating descriptions and he copied down by hand the quotations he liked best in order to memorise them. Then he would repeat them mentally like mantras with the first morning prayer. But the apocalypse took him back to the rabbit mask and he saw the boys he tortured as the agonising souls in the nine Dantesque circles. Because of these visions, Alfred was afraid of failing in his enterprise and switched from the apocalypse to more generic Old Testament texts. These passages were not at all revealing to him, so they were easier to digest but duller to memorise, and he used them for the assimilation of new spiritual conceptions.
First he tried chastity. He faced his first contradiction with the biblical model of the family. A man and a woman united in holy matrimony. Alexander was married once and divorced, and never intended to remarry. In addition, his father was bisexual. He had lain with both men and women and at times with both, committing the sin of sodomy. However, Alfred had also sinned. He had had sex with Henry in his room at Jacob II and on two occasions. But that was the norm in British boarding schools. In the absence of women and in the midst of adolescence, there was no other option. Although homosexuality was frowned upon, it was tolerated if you were not caught. But Alfred, unlike his father, wanted to be a straight man like his grandfather Edward. He was decidedly heterosexual, the experience with Henry did not count, and he aspired to marry a woman he was in love with. Since his father was an ungodly man, he would make it his mission to resolve this contradiction. But then the problem of masturbation came up.
Onanism was proscribed by the Bible and in this sense he acknowledged that he had been a recidivist sinner. At the Jacob II he had pleasured himself in the company of his Jacobite friends and alone in the bedroom and study room with porn magazines that one of them was responsible for stealing from the village. Wet dreams were what he dealt with the worst. He would wake up on occasion with a major erection and a stained bed. At home he would privately tell Harman to take care of it, but at the Jacob II he had to lie on his fallen soldiers until the next mandatory change of bedding. At the seminary it was much, much worse. At the Jacob II he discovered a positive correlation between not masturbating and an increase in the frequency of wet dreams. Despite this, and to be consistent with his morality, Alfred vowed not to give in to temptation.
Unfortunately, the flesh triumphed over the mind. A stain was detected on the bottom of his bed and he was interrogated by the monk in charge of discipline. Alfred lied as best he could, but was still punished by being locked in a cell for a day. He prayed until he was hoarse, but to no avail. He continued to be assaulted by wet dreams and spontaneous erections. However, that was not the worst of it. The worst was that he was dreaming about Alexia.
The Bible also regarded incest as a sin and in this respect had another irresolvable contradiction. As the son of a royal house, 90% of his family tree was made up of relatives of varying degrees of consanguinity. The Stuarts, from whom he was directly descended, had preferred marriage between brothers and cousins ever since the first Stuart was crowned king of Scotland. Indeed, he believed that had he been born five hundred years earlier he would have been obliged to marry and procreate with Alexia for lack of a better marriage to a princess from another country to whom he would surely also have been closely related. Veronica Ashford married a cousin Douglas, though Stanley had him through an extramarital affair with a Prussian general. Stanley married a Campbell cousin, as did Thomas. Arthur married a distant cousin from a German royal house who was descended from Charles II of Stuart. Edward was the first to marry a foreign woman related to the Royal House of the Netherlands. But that was also the norm for his kind until relatively recently. The point was that he did not consider Alexia a sex object. Alexia was his twin sister, his partner, his best friend, not a piece of meat for pleasure. For this reason, these wet dreams repulsed him, causing him bodily and spiritual discomfort. But he could take no more, he had to act urgently.
Finally, prompted by the beatings he received when the new evidence came to light, Alfred opted for a desperate measure which, when he returned home, Alexia understood in relation to that specific context. After the night prayer, he slipped away and locked himself in a tourist confessional. He took out a picture of Alexia and masturbated to it. The flesh was weak and he hesitated about his ability to fulfil the purpose.
There was only one final solution left. Mortification of the flesh. He undisciplined himself so that the monk could flog him. But the blows rekindled the craving. Pain into pleasure and torment into ecstasy. He committed twice as many faults and received twice as many punishments. And, after a bad blow, he ended up in the infirmary with the skin on his back torn. At that precise moment, Alfred had an epiphany. He was deluding himself. Thomas fought an untamed force because that force was himself. The Craving was not a demon possessing him, but the manifestation of his desire. And because it was his desire, the Craving was himself. Thomas despaired of justifying his actions. Alfred would not justify himself. The Craving was the manifestation of his will. His God.
At the end of August he graduated from the seminary and flew back to England. He had accomplished the task of clarifying his conscience.
Peter called him a demon.
Alexia understood his feelings.
The Craving was back.
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William Birkin was readmitted as chief researcher at the underground laboratory. They were laughing at him. They were definitely playing a sick joke on him.
He laughed out loud after reading the letter. A stunned Annette grabbed his hand to reassure him. What if they left Umbrella? Annette listed a number of companies that would accept him without hesitation. They could move to Chicago, near Annette's family. William denied the well-meaning proposal for one reason: the explanation. He had to know why, and he wouldn't stop until those responsible for such detestable behaviour towards him sang like a church choir. He hadn't worked at the company for more than a decade for nothing. He deserved an answer.
The platform descended down the hole to the lab's reception desk. William handed in his old card at the reception desk and received the new credentials. Chief researcher.
âThey are waiting for you in the main laboratory,â said the receptionist.
âWho is waiting for me?â he asked, but the receptionist refused to answer.
He walked down the same corridor as the first time and leaned against the same wall for the second time. The electronic double doors opened. The lab was different in layout, instruments and machines; as if the previous lab had been a reverie. There was no table in the centre to hide what was at the back, nor did he recognise any machine like the one the blonde woman had used to destroy the only existing sample of the G-virus.
A delirium?
William advanced towards the centre of the open space.
It had been a nightmare.
A door creaked behind him.
William turned away.
A young woman and an older bearded man.
William clenched his fists.
The two approached him with a certain parsimony. The young woman held out her hand to shake his.
âDr. William Birkin. I am Dr. Alexia Ashford, who will be chief researcher in this laboratory along with you. This is my father, Dr. Alexander Ashford, president and CEO of Umbrella Pharmaceuticals. It's a pleasure to meet you,â said Alexia.
William reflexively shook his hand. The shake was light and quick.
âIt is a pleasure to meet you at last. Mr. Spencer has spoken very highly of you. I hope your results continue to be as brilliant as they were in the Arklay laboratory,â Alexander continued.
William shook his hand next. The shake shook him painfully from the exaggerated pressure with which Alexander had gripped his hand, and lasted for a couple of seconds that passed like centuries.
It was a nightmare.
A voice inside William climbed into his throat to scream, but his lips were sealed with the force of a million atmospheres. They were in front of him: smiling, feigning sympathy and congratulating him on achievements that had been memorised for the occasion.
It was a nightmare.
I had to wake up from the nightmare.
Silently, he approached one of the tables. He lit a lighter. The flame glowed with the intensity of the sun.
I had to wake up from the nightmare.
He burnt his hand.
He screamed until his jaw unhinged. He punched the lighter as he groaned in pain.
Alexander ran towards him. He was going to kill him. This man would kill him and he would wake up from the nightmare. With enormous strength, he grabbed him by the shoulders. However, he remained rigid.
âAre you all right, Dr. Birkin?â he said in a honeyed tone, and with a murderous look in his eye.
William mumbled an insult that Alexander did not understand.
âYou can join us a week later. You haven't finished your stress treatment yet, have you?â said Alexia.
William looked at Alexia. Alexander stepped in front of him to obstruct his vision and increased the strength of his grip.
âYou should go to the infirmary,â Alexander continued. âTalk to Dr Garcia. She will advise you.â
Alexander withdrew his hands. Then, guided by a supernatural impulse, William left the laboratory and made his way to the infirmary, as Alexander had instructed him.
I had to wake up from the nightmare. It was not real. Nothing was real. But his hand burned. He examined his palm. He felt the burning. He felt the mortality of his body.
It was real.
The nightmare was real.
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Peter was tinkering with a statue when the doorbell rang.
Alfred.
âMy name is Auguste.â
A burly, red-haired man accompanied Alfred. Peter invited them in. Alfred showed Auguste the statue presiding over the reception. Auguste commented that it was not bad.
Peter did not understand anything. He had arranged a meeting alone with the demon, and the demon had come with him. Auguste made him nervous. A gigantic guy with a rougher way of speaking than Alfred, although he identified that they both shared the same accent. When they got bored of staring at the statue, Alfred asked Peter to show Auguste his secret place. Was Auguste another demon? He didn't know, but Alfred trusted him blindly.
They went down to the basement.
Peter played the tape a second time. Auguste sat down in the armchair. Alfred leaned against the wall. The tape ended.
Auguste smiled and gave Alfred a knowing look. Peter had lost track of what was going on.
Auguste pulled a pistol out of his shorts and pointed it at Peter. The latter raised his hands in terror. Auguste stood in front of him with the gun in line to his heart. Alfred stood next to Auguste. He reached inside his jacket to pull out a switchblade. The blade shot out of the handle.
âLast week we agreed that I would tell you my plan,â said Alfred. âAnd I asked you if you'd ever tried it with a person. Sit down.â
Peter sat down in the armchair under Auguste's gun. Alfred stood behind the television.
âI'll make you a deal. I want you to be our enforcer. We will be your master of ceremonies. We will procure the meat and you will carry out our wishes. The rituals will take place in an abandoned factory we just bought. You will not ask about the identity of the meat, nor will you become attached to them. Your job will only be to be the executing hand. The rest will be our responsibility. In this respect, you will have to comply with a number of conditions. First of all, silence. If you reveal our activity to anyone, we will kill you. Secondly, you belong to us. You will obey us above all things. If you disobey, we kill you. Thirdly, the fault is yours. You are the one who killed those animals. And fourthly, our relationship will be limited to these kinds of encounters. You are not our friend. Do you accept?â
Peter swallowed hard.
âWho would I have to kill?â Peter trembled like a flan shaken by an earthquake.
Alfred positioned himself at Auguste's level.
âYou will not ask about the identity of the meat,â Alfred stressed.
âI'm sorry.â Peter apologised, cringing.
âDo you accept?â Alfred repeated.
The devil required his services. The voices had casually led him to the climax of his vocation.
âY... Yes. I accept.â
Alfred smiled and put the knife away. Auguste holstered the pistol in his trousers. The two began their retreat from the house. Auguste gave him a friendly slap on the shoulder.
âI'll call you next Saturday night. That will be our time for the rituals,â Alfred announced without waiting for Peter's approval.
Alfred and Auguste went upstairs.
Peter had made a pact with the devil.
[1] Nickname of Auguste Campbell.
[2] https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Defender_of_the_Faith
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I thought Iâd share some very valuable information that I had to figure out myself when I was trying to build my own charger for my MP2 monitor.
The charger that Philips sells is ridiculously expensive and apparently are in high demand because you canât find one anywhere for less than $200. If you read the service manuals for the Intellivue monitors the only information you get out of it is the voltage of the MSL connection which is 36 to 56 volts DC. For my charger I used 48 volts because itâs relatively easy to find a 48 volt power supply. And itâs a pretty good nominal voltage. I was not able to find a pinout of the MSL connector anywhere on the internet. For those who donât know what a pinout is, itâs a diagram of what each individual pin on an integrated circuit or connector does. In some of the really old Intellivue monitor service manuals it lists instructions on how to terminate an MSL cable and what color wire goes where in the connector but nothing else.
To find the pinout and where I could inject my 48 volts I was completely flying blind for a while. Itâs not exactly something you can just guess because reverse polarity or putting that high of a voltage on a data pin will definitely fry something. I ended up taking out the power board on my MP2 and inspecting the traces and reverse engineering it. In the end there two things that gave away which pins were the voltage input and ground pins. As someone whoâs reverse engineering plenty of circuit boards in the past I was able to find those hints after a while of looking for them. The first hint was that there were 2 pins on each side of the connector that were connected together, usually thatâs a good sign thatâs where power is injected because if youâre pulling a decent amount of current those tiny pins will start to heat up so spreading the load across 2 pins reduces the heat. The pins are gold plated to increase their conductivity and help with corrosion but itâs still common practice to spread the load across two or more pins. The other hint was when I followed the traces from one of two sets of pins it went right into a fuse. A fuse is definitely something youâd expect to find on the power input and almost always they are put on the positive input. With that information I was able to shove some wires under the pins and test to see if I had the pinout correct and sure enough I did and I did that all before buying an MSL cable to build the charger.
After buying an MSL cable and a 48 volt power supply to build a charger, I cut the MSL cable in half and got my final hint at where to inject the power. There were wires that were much thicker than all the other wires in the cable and they were red and black which is standard color coding for DC wiring, red for positive and black for negative (ground). The wires being thick is also a hint that they are actually handling a decent amount of power. The rest of the cables were twisted pair for data communication.
If you look closely at the MSL connector you can see tiny numbers, those represent the number of each pin. Pins 5 and 6 are for the positive voltage input and pins 19 and 20 are for ground (negative voltage) now you have the information to make your own charger if you want to. I will warn you that you will get an alarm that you can silence but you canât get to go away that says check MSL connection. This is because the monitor has no data communication with the charger. Usually the monitor communicates with the Philips OEM charger over RS-232 providing data about the charger as well as voltage, current, power, faults, and a lot more, and it also provides Ethernet to the monitor for networking. The alarm is annoying but I built my charger for $25 which is so much cheaper than the Philips OEM one.
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Fire at landless workers' movement camp in Brazil leaves nine dead
A fire in a camp belonging to Brazil's Landless Workers' Movement MST in the northern state of Para killed nine people and left eight injured on Saturday night, the movement said on Sunday.
The incident was caused by a short circuit in the electrical network during the installation of internet wiring in the rural farmers' camp, located in the city of Parauapebas, according to MST.
Community leaders told a press conference that the short circuit happened at around 8 p.m. local time, when an antenna touched the high-voltage network, setting fire to power cables and some shacks in the camp.
President Luiz Inacio Lula da Silva asked his agrarian development minister, Paulo Teixeira, and head of lands rights agency Incra, Cesar Aldrighi, to travel to the city this Sunday to "follow the case closely and bring all the support of the federal government to the families of the victims of this tragedy", the government said in a statement.
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Solar Cables: Powering a Greener Tomorrow
In today's world, sustainable products are playing an increasingly crucial role in shaping the future. From renewable energy sources to eco-friendly building materials, these products are not only driving innovation but also transforming the way we interact with our environment. The wires and cable industry, in particular, is witnessing a significant shift toward sustainability, with more sustainable products being introduced to meet the growing demand for eco-conscious solutions.
The Wires and Cables IndustryÂ
The wires and cables industry is fundamental to modern life. It provides the infrastructure that powers our homes, businesses, and entire communities. However, as the industry has grown, so too has its environmental impact, particularly through the production and use of non-renewable resources that contribute to greenhouse gas emissions and climate change.
Shifting towards SustainabilityÂ
The move toward sustainable products is more than just about reducing environmental harm. Itâs about fostering innovation and creating investment opportunities for long-term, eco-friendly solutions. The growing demand for sustainable products is opening doors for the wires and cable industry to innovate and shape a cleaner, greener future.
Why Solar Cables matter?
One of the connections for transmitting solar power are cables. Solar cables are specialised cables that are designed to connect solar panels to the electric grid, enabling a seamless adoption of solar power. Solar cables are built to withstand extreme weather conditions, resists UV rays and handle high electrical loads, making them an essential component in the development of power systems. These cables are designed to provide higher flexibility, durability and reliability.Â
The solar industry is growing worldwide and so is demand for solar cables. In India, the solar energy sector has been growing exponentially, with the governmentâs initiatives to promote clean energy sources.Â
Benefits of Solar CablesÂ
One of the significant benefits of sustainable products, such as solar power is the ability to reduce carbon footprint. They also offer energy efficiency and cost-effectiveness. By efficiently transporting power, solar cables not only reduce carbon footprint but they also help in cost savings over time. By utilising solar power, we reduce our dependence on non-renewable energy sources, which can be expensive and subject to price volatility. Solar power is a free and abundant source, which can lead to cost savings in the long run.Â
Reducing Carbon FootprintÂ
The industry is responding to the demand with continued innovation and investment in sustainable solutions to meet the demands of eco-friendly products. As more individuals and companies seek to reduce their environmental impact, the demand for eco-friendly products will rise.Â
The demand for solar cables in the industry is driven by various factors, such as the increasing adoption of renewable energy sources, government initiatives and subsidies for solar power and rising awareness about the benefits of clean energy.Â
Driving Innovation in Sustainable SolutionsÂ
By reducing reliance on non-renewable energy sources, promoting energy efficiency and driving cost savings, sustainable products, including solar cables are playing an instrumental role in shaping our future. With continued innovation and investment in sustainable solutions, the wires and cable industry can help us achieve global climate goals and create a sustainable world for future generations.Â
Shaping a Sustainable FutureÂ
The rapid adoption of solar power systems has also resulted in job creation and contributed to the overall economic growth of many countries, including India. This growth is directly linked to the increasing demand for solar cables, further emphasising the positive impact that sustainable products can have on both the environment and the economy.
Conclusion
In conclusion, sustainable products are revolutionising the way we engage with our world, and in the wires and cable industry, solar cables are leading the charge. These products not only help reduce carbon footprints and improve energy efficiency but also drive cost-effectiveness. With continued innovation and investment, the wires and cable industry can meet the growing demand for eco-friendly solutions and play a key role in shaping a sustainable future for generations to come.   DICABS is one of the leading power cable manufacturers in India. To know more about our products, visit our website https://dicabs.com/
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following up my birds on a wire fun fact, certain high voltage wires are left completely bare (them wires Naked), there's a bunch of reasons for this, one the insulation needed to make a high voltage wire safe would make the wires Unbearably heavy, the strain on the cables and the towers would be incredible, two insulation makes heat harder to dissipate (the heat is generated by friction from electrons moving in the conductors) and when conductors are hot they Suck at transporting electricity, and finally its SPENSIVE, really really spensive
what do they do instead? cables use the air! Air is in fact an insulator and it keep the electricity in its cables quite well, just don't get within that air gap or you might just be the perfect point to take the electricity to ground x.x
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She pressed her back against the tunnel wall, hands flat on the rough rock, and thought. Thatâs where theyâd gone, then. It made no difference, but she closed her eyes to improve her concentration and summoned up the pages of the massive binderâpresently on the seat of the vanished truckâthat contained the structural and engineering details of all the hydroelectric stations under her purview.Sheâd looked at the diagrams for this one last night and again, hastily, while brushing her teeth this morning. The tunnel led to the dam, and had obviously been used in the construction of the lower levels of that dam. How low? If the tunnel joined at the level of the turbine chamber itself, it would have been walled off. But if it joined at the level of the servicing chamber aboveâa huge room equipped with the multi-ton ceiling cranes needed to lift the turbines from their nestsâthen there would still be a door; there would have been no need to seal it off, with no water on the other side.Try as she might, she couldnât bring the diagrams to mind in sufficient detail to be sure there was an opening into the dam at the far end of the tunnelâbut it would be simple enough to find out.
SHEâD SEEN THE TRAIN, in that brief moment before the doors closed; it didnât take much fumbling round to get into the open cab of the tiny engine. Now, had those clowns taken the key to the engine, too? Ha. There was no key; it worked by a switch on the console. She flipped it, and a red button glowed with sudden triumph as she felt the hum of electricity run through the track beneath.The train couldnât have been simpler to run. It had a single lever, which you pushed forward or back, depending on which direction you meant to go. She shoved it gently forward, and felt air move past her face as the train moved silently off into the bowels of the earth.She had to go slowly. The tiny red button shed a comforting glow over her hands, but did nothing to pierce the darkness ahead, and she had no idea where or how much the track curved. Neither did she want to hit the end of the track at a high rate of speed and derail the engine. It felt as though she was inching through the dark, but it was much better than walking, feeling her way over a mile of tunnel lined with high-voltage cables.It hit her in the dark.
For a split second, she thought someone had laid a live cable on the track. In the next instant, a sound that wasnât a sound thrummed through her, plucking every nerve in her body, making her vision go white. And then her hand brushed rock and she realized that she had fallen across the console, was hanging halfway out of the tiny, trundling engine, was about to fall out into darkness.Head spinning, she managed to grab the edge of the console and pull herself back into the cab. Flipped the switch with one shaking hand and half-fell to the floor, where she curled up, gripping her knees, her breath a whimpering in the dark.
âHoly God,â she whispered. âOh, Blessed Mother. Oh, Jesus.â
She could feel it out there. Still feel it. It didnât make a sound now, but she felt its nearness and couldnât stop trembling.She sat still for a long time, head on her knees, until rational thought began to come back.She couldnât be mistaken. Sheâd passed through time twice, and knew the feeling. But this hadnât been nearly so shocking. Her skin still prickled and her nerves jumped and her inner ears rang as though sheâd thrust her head into a hive of hornetsâbut she felt solid. She felt as though a red-hot wire had sliced her in two, but she hadnât had the horrible sense of being disassembled, turned physically inside out.
A terrible thought sent her surging to her feet, clinging to the console.
Had she jumped? Was she somewhereâsomewhenâelse?
But the metal console was cool and solid under her hands, the smell of damp rock and cable insulation unchanged.âNo,â she whispered, and flicked the power light for reassurance. It came on, and the train, still in gear, gave a sudden lurch. Hastily, she throttled back the speed to less than a crawl.She couldnât have jumped into the past.
Small objects in direct contact with a travelerâs person seemed to move with them, but an entire train and its track was surely pushing it. âBesides,â she said out loud, âif youâd gone more than twenty-five years or so into the past, the tunnel wouldnât be here. Youâd be inside⊠solid rock.â Her gorge rose suddenly, and she threw up.The sense of⊠it⊠was receding, though. Itâwhatever it wasâwas behind her. Well, that settled it, she thought, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand. There bloody well had to be a door at the far end, because there was no way she was going back the way sheâd come.
There was a door. A plain, ordinary, industrial metal door. And a padlock, unlocked, hanging from an open hasp. She could smell WD-40; someone had oiled the hinges, very recently, and the door swung open easily when she turned the knob. She felt suddenly like Alice, after falling down the White Rabbitâs hole. A really mad Alice.A steep flight of steps lay on the other side of the door, dimly litâand at the top was another metal door, edged with light. She could hear the rumble and the metallic whine of a ceiling crane in operation.Her breath was coming fast, and not from the effort of climbing the stairs. What would she find on the other side? It was the servicing chamber inside the dam; she knew that much. But would she find Thursday on the other side? The same Thursday sheâd had when the tunnel doors had closed behind her?She gritted her teeth and opened the door. Rob Cameron was waiting, lounging back against the wall, lit cigarette in hand. He broke into an enormous grin at sight of her, dropped the butt, and stepped on it.
âKnew yeâd make it, hen,â he said. Across the room, Andy and Craig turned from their work and applauded.âBuy ye a pint after work, then, lass,â Andy called.âTwo!â shouted Craig.She could still taste bile at the back of her throat. She gave Rob Cameron the sort of look sheâd given Mr. Campbell.
âDonât,â she said evenly, âcall me hen.â
His good-looking face twitched and he tugged at his forelock with mock subservience.âAnything you say, boss,â he said.
Tunnel Tigers ~ An Echo in the Bone
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sorry for biting, can I possibly help to repair any damage? is there any part of you that I can nibble instead
> Thereâs no need to apologize. If I didnât like it, I would have had you stop.
> If you can find some electrical tape, itâll work as a temporary fix for any bitten cabling. Iâll handle the rest in due time, unless youâd like me to walk you through the process of heat shrink tubing.
> Any thicker wiring that you can find is alright to gnaw on, with appropriate restraint. This is more for your wellbeing than mine â I am an incredibly high-voltage system.
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Fast Charging Cable: A Game-Changer in Modern Smartphone Technology
In today's fast-paced world, where we rely heavily on our smartphones for everything from communication to entertainment, having a reliable and efficient charging solution is crucial. One of the most significant advancements in this area is the fast charging cable. If you're tired of waiting hours for your phone to reach full charge, investing in a fast charging cable can make a world of difference. At Sankarani Communication, we understand the importance of staying connected, and that's why we're here to discuss everything you need to know about fast charging cables and how they can revolutionize your charging experience.
What is Fast Charging?
Before diving into the importance of fast charging cables, itâs essential to understand what fast charging means. Fast charging refers to a technology that allows devices to charge at a faster rate compared to standard charging. Most smartphones today come with fast charging support, allowing users to power up their devices much quicker.
Traditional chargers typically deliver 5 watts (W) of power, whereas fast charging can deliver anywhere from 18W to 100W, depending on the charger and device. The higher the wattage, the faster the phone charges. However, to take full advantage of fast charging, you need both a compatible phone and the right accessories, including a fast charging cable.
How Does a Fast Charging Cable Work?
A fast charging cable is designed to handle higher power outputs compared to regular cables. The cable's ability to deliver more current and voltage directly impacts the charging speed. With fast charging, the charger sends more current through the cable into the deviceâs battery without generating excessive heat or damaging the battery, thanks to intelligent charging technology.
Hereâs a simple breakdown of how it works:
Higher Current: Fast charging cables are built with thicker wires that can carry more current (amperes), typically up to 3A or higher.
Improved Voltage Regulation: Fast charging cables allow higher voltage transfers, enabling the charger to supply more power efficiently.
Efficient Data and Power Transfer: Some fast charging cables also support high-speed data transfer, allowing you to sync files quickly while charging your device.
Why Choose a Fast Charging Cable?
Save Time Time is of the essence, especially when you're on the go. With a fast charging cable, you can charge your smartphone up to 50% in as little as 30 minutes. Whether you're traveling or preparing for an important meeting, fast charging ensures you wonât be left waiting.
Compatibility with Modern Devices Most modern smartphones, including flagship models from Apple, Samsung, and OnePlus, support fast charging. Having a compatible fast charging cable ensures you can fully utilize your phoneâs potential, keeping your battery topped up when needed.
Durability and Longevity Quality fast charging cables are made from durable materials like nylon-braided or reinforced connectors, making them more resistant to wear and tear. At Sankarani Communication, we offer cables that are designed to last, providing better value for your money.
Enhanced Safety Fast charging cables come with built-in safety features like overcurrent, overvoltage, and short circuit protection. These features help prevent overheating and protect your device from potential damage during charging.
Universal Use Fast charging cables are compatible with a variety of devices beyond just smartphones. You can use them to charge tablets, laptops, and other gadgets that support fast charging, making them a versatile solution for all your charging needs.
Factors to Consider When Buying a Fast Charging Cable
When shopping for a fast charging cable at Sankarani Communication, keep the following factors in mind to ensure you get the best product:
Cable Length: Choose a length that fits your needs, whether itâs for home, office, or car use. Long cables are great for convenience, while shorter ones are ideal for portability.
Charging Speed: Ensure the cable supports the charging speed compatible with your device. Look for cables that offer up to 3A or higher for optimal fast charging performance.
Connector Type: Depending on your phone, you may need a USB-C, Lightning, or Micro-USB connector. USB-C is becoming the standard for most modern smartphones, while Lightning is specific to Apple devices.
Brand and Warranty: At Sankarani Communication, we provide high-quality, branded fast charging cables with warranty options for peace of mind.
Conclusion
A fast charging cable is more than just an accessory; itâs a necessity in todayâs world where staying connected is vital. Whether you're looking to reduce charging times, enhance your smartphone's performance, or protect your device, a fast charging cable from Sankarani Communication is the solution you need. By investing in a reliable and durable fast charging cable, you'll experience the convenience of faster charging times, enhanced safety features, and long-lasting performance.
At Sankarani Communication, we offer a wide range of fast charging cables tailored to meet your specific needs. Visit our store today to explore our collection and give your smartphone the power boost it deserves!
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