#high Precision Machining Services

[ynrenggcluster]

CNC Turn Mill Machine Services at Yamunanagar Engineering Cluster

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[june-gdprototyping]

Non-standard CNC machining parts

[dasset-engineering]

Manufacturer of Premium Cylinder Blocks for Superior Engine Performance: Dasset Engineering 

In the competitive world of automotive engineering, the importance of high-quality components cannot be overstated. Among these, cylinder blocks play a crucial role in determining the performance and longevity of an engine. At Dasset Engineering, we specialize in manufacturing premium cylinder blocks that deliver superior engine performance. This blog delves into the significance of cylinder blocks, the attributes of our premium products, and why Dasset Engineering stands out in this industry. 

The Importance of Cylinder Blocks 

The cylinder block is the backbone of any internal combustion engine. It houses the cylinders, coolant passages, and oil galleries, providing structural integrity and maintaining optimal engine temperature. The performance, efficiency, and durability of an engine largely depend on the quality of the cylinder block. Poorly manufactured blocks can lead to overheating, oil leaks, and ultimately, engine failure. 

Attributes of Premium Cylinder Blocks 

At Dasset Engineering, we understand that premium cylinder blocks are not just about high-grade materials but also about precision engineering and meticulous craftsmanship. Here are some key attributes that define our premium cylinder blocks: 

High-Quality Materials 

We use the finest materials, such as cast iron and aluminum alloys, to manufacture our cylinder blocks. These materials offer excellent durability, heat resistance, and strength, ensuring that the engine performs optimally under various conditions. 

Precision Engineering 

Our cylinder blocks are engineered with precision to meet exact specifications. Advanced machining techniques ensure that each block has the correct dimensions, smooth surfaces, and precise alignment of the cylinders. This precision is crucial for achieving optimal engine performance and efficiency. 

Superior Cooling and Lubrication 

Efficient cooling and lubrication are vital for engine performance and longevity. Our cylinder blocks feature optimized coolant passages and oil galleries that ensure efficient heat dissipation and lubrication. This reduces the risk of overheating and wear, thereby extending the engine's lifespan. 

Rigorous Testing 

Every cylinder block manufactured by Dasset Engineering undergoes rigorous testing to ensure it meets the highest standards of quality and performance. We conduct various tests, including pressure testing, thermal cycling, and dimensional inspections, to verify the integrity and reliability of our products. 

Why Choose Dasset Engineering? 

Dasset Engineering has established itself as a leading manufacturer of premium cylinder blocks, and here's why: 

Expertise and Experience 

With years of experience in the industry, we possess the technical expertise and knowledge required to produce top-tier cylinder blocks. Our team of skilled engineers and technicians is dedicated to delivering products that exceed customer expectations. 

State-of-the-Art Facilities 

We operate state-of-the-art manufacturing facilities equipped with the latest machinery and technology. This allows us to maintain strict quality control and produce cylinder blocks that meet the most demanding specifications. 

Commitment to Quality 

Quality is at the core of everything we do. From sourcing the best materials to implementing stringent quality control measures, we are committed to delivering cylinder blocks that offer unmatched performance and reliability. 

Customer-Centric Approach 

At Dasset Engineering, we believe in building long-term relationships with our customers. We work closely with them to understand their specific needs and provide customized solutions that cater to their requirements. 

Conclusion 

The cylinder block is a critical component that significantly impacts an engine's performance, efficiency, and durability. At Dasset Engineering, we take pride in manufacturing premium cylinder blocks that set the benchmark for quality and performance. By choosing our products, you are investing in superior engine performance, reliability, and longevity. Trust Dasset Engineering to be your partner in achieving excellence in automotive engineering. 

[unitritech]

Unitritech Leading the Way in Aerospace Machined Components Manufacturing

In the highly specialized field of aerospace manufacturing, precision and reliability are paramount. Among the key players in this industry, Unitritech stands out as the premier manufacturer of aerospace machined components. With a steadfast commitment to quality, innovation, and customer satisfaction, Unitritech has earned its reputation as the best in the business.

Unitritech's expertise in producing high-precision machined components ensures that every part meets the stringent standards required for aerospace applications. Their state-of-the-art manufacturing facilities are equipped with the latest technology, allowing for unparalleled accuracy and consistency. This dedication to excellence extends to their rigorous quality control processes, which guarantee that every component is meticulously inspected and tested before it reaches the customer.

One of the key factors that set Unitritech apart is their ability to handle complex and challenging projects. Whether it's producing intricate parts for commercial aircraft or custom components for military applications, Unitritech's skilled team of engineers and technicians possess the knowledge and experience to deliver exceptional results. Their innovative approach to problem-solving and continuous improvement ensures that they remain at the forefront of the industry.

In conclusion, Unitritech's commitment to precision, quality, and innovation makes them the best choice for aerospace machined components manufacturing. Their dedication to exceeding customer expectations and their proven track record of excellence solidify their position as industry leaders.

[nasa]

Athletes Go for the Gold with NASA Spinoffs

NASA technology tends to find its way into the sporting world more often than you’d expect. Fitness is important to the space program because astronauts must undergo the extreme g-forces of getting into space and endure the long-term effects of weightlessness on the human body. The agency’s engineering expertise also means that items like shoes and swimsuits can be improved with NASA know-how.

As the 2024 Olympics are in full swing in Paris, here are some of the many NASA-derived technologies that have helped competitive athletes train for the games and made sure they’re properly equipped to win.

The LZR Racer reduces skin friction drag by covering more skin than traditional swimsuits. Multiple pieces of the water-resistant and extremely lightweight LZR Pulse fabric connect at ultrasonically welded seams and incorporate extremely low-profile zippers to keep viscous drag to a minimum.

Swimsuits That Don’t Drag

When the swimsuit manufacturer Speedo wanted its LZR Racer suit to have as little drag as possible, the company turned to the experts at Langley Research Center to test its materials and design. The end result was that the new suit reduced drag by 24 percent compared to the prior generation of Speedo racing suit and broke 13 world records in 2008. While the original LZR Racer is no longer used in competition due to the advantage it gave wearers, its legacy lives on in derivatives still produced to this day.

Trilion Quality Systems worked with NASA’s Glenn Research Center to adapt existing stereo photogrammetry software to work with high-speed cameras. Now the company sells the package widely, and it is used to analyze stress and strain in everything from knee implants to running shoes and more.

High-Speed Cameras for High-Speed Shoes

After space shuttle Columbia, investigators needed to see how materials reacted during recreation tests with high-speed cameras, which involved working with industry to create a system that could analyze footage filmed at 30,000 frames per second. Engineers at Adidas used this system to analyze the behavior of Olympic marathoners' feet as they hit the ground and adjusted the design of the company’s high-performance footwear based on these observations.

Martial artist Barry French holds an Impax Body Shield while former European middle-weight kickboxing champion Daryl Tyler delivers an explosive jump side kick; the force of the impact is registered precisely and shown on the display panel of the electronic box French is wearing on his belt.

One-Thousandth-of-an-Inch Punch

In the 1980s, Olympic martial artists needed a way to measure the impact of their strikes to improve training for competition. Impulse Technology reached out to Glenn Research Center to create the Impax sensor, an ultra-thin film sensor which creates a small amount of voltage when struck. The more force applied, the more voltage it generates, enabling a computerized display to show how powerful a punch or kick was.

Astronaut Sunita Williams poses while using the Interim Resistive Exercise Device on the ISS. The cylinders at the base of each side house the SpiraFlex FlexPacks that inventor Paul Francis honed under NASA contracts. They would go on to power the Bowflex Revolution and other commercial exercise equipment.

Weight Training Without the Weight

Astronauts spending long periods of time in space needed a way to maintain muscle mass without the effect of gravity, but lifting free weights doesn’t work when you’re practically weightless. An exercise machine that uses elastic resistance to provide the same benefits as weightlifting went to the space station in the year 2000. That resistance technology was commercialized into the Bowflex Revolution home exercise equipment shortly afterwards.

Want to learn more about technologies made for space and used on Earth? Check out NASA Spinoff to find products and services that wouldn’t exist without space exploration.   

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[probablyasocialecologist]

The Israeli army justifies its attacks on healthcare by alleging that Hamas is operating from hospitals. However, in order for a hospital to lose its protected status under international law, it would need to be used to commit “acts harmful to the enemy.” Hamas fighters sauntering through a hospital to get a hostage treated hardly constitutes an act harmful to the enemy, nor does the strange presence of guns behind an MRI machine (surely the worst place to store a metal object), as they could easily fall under the provision of “small arms and ammunition taken from the wounded and sick…not yet handed to the proper service.” If such arms were to be found in a hospital, they would not deprive the hospital of its protected status under international law.  The bar for losing protected status is set very high. The International Committee of the Red Cross states that, “In case of doubt as to whether medical units of establishments are used to commit an ‘act harmful to the enemy’, they should be presumed not to be so used.” The Israeli army attacked all 36 hospitals in Gaza, such that there are no longer any that are fully functional. Not even one of those hospitals had been shown to meet the criteria needed to lose its protected status, let alone all 36. Moreover, even on the rare occasion that a hospital loses its protected status, the military would still need to protect patients and staff, make contingency plans to address the disruption to healthcare, and help restore healthcare services after the attack.  In light of the scale of human suffering during World War II, the Geneva Conventions of 1949 were created to provide better protection to civilians. Article 19 of the Geneva Conventions states that medical establishments, staff, and patients should not be attacked. The Conventions became a cornerstone in international humanitarian law and medical ethics, but recent conflicts show how easy it is for states that flout them to go unpunished.  In Gaza, it is not that hospitals have suddenly changed their mission such that they can now be used as weapons of war. Rather, their mission to save lives is precisely what renders them so vulnerable in conflicts when the aim is to kill as many people as possible. This vulnerability is being exploited in Gaza to the greatest effect and means that no one, not even an individual seeking medical care, is safe. 

[msmc-796-official]

I... have a confession to make, of sorts. There won't ever be a good time to admit this, unfortunately, so it's best I get this off my chest now, and ask for forgiveness rather than permission.

It has not been easy speaking with all of the flashclones who have made themselves known in the wake of Union's latest raids; both for myself, and the squadron at large. I must commend my squadmates for handling themselves with the utmost professionalism - while my own correspondences with these newest members of the Omninet have been what I would consider adequately polite, I've been biting my tongue the entire time, and I fear that my personal discomfort with the issue is starting to slip through the cracks.

To this end, I wish to share my thoughts publicly, that I might better express my own emotions towards this complicated, frustrating, and highly nuanced issue. I only ask that you hear me out in full before you render judgement, and pronounce your sentence carefully.

First: an observation.

MSMC policy requires that all pilots dictate an end-of-life plan at the time of their recruitment, that their final wishes may be carried out by the company in the event of their death under MSMC's employ. The options provided for this are effectively unlimited, allowing the pilot a great deal of choice and freedom in planning their postmortem arrangements. These plans may also be altered in the future should circumstances change, provided the pilot is of sound body and mind.

Under MSMC policy, in compliance with the policies set forth by Union, one of the available postmortem options is flashcloning.

In my fifteen-odd years serving under MSMC, I have only heard of three pilots who have willingly chosen to be flashcloned after death (thus prolonging not only their life, but their term of service under MSMC as well). Of these, I have only personally met one, affiliated with MSMC-808 "5Q8R3 L00P3RZ" - I believe their current iteration goes by callsign Lemniscate. While I do not know how many times they have been cloned during their term of service, their current iteration seems happy enough, and their squadmates reassure me that they've maintained a consistent identity (plus or minus the odd quirk, as is typical of flashclones) throughout their life (lives?).

Second: a digression.

I purchased my Dusk Wing, And The Voice of Apollo Spoke From On High (Apollo for short), from an SSC showroom on a planet whose name I no longer recall. The curated atmosphere called to mind the high marble pillars and lush green-blue waters of some distant Cradle mythology where gods roamed the earth and mortals strove to emulate them, punished and rewarded for their folly in equal measure with gifts and curses beyond name. Each frame was posed as the statues of old on Cradle, too-human limbs arrayed in too-human poses, each a machine of war turned living art piece.

Apollo, true to its future name, was arrayed in flight; hover-jets draped with sunlight-yellow gossamer, veil rifle aimed in its middle tier of manipulators with the same care and precision as an archer would take with their bow. To see it lowered to the floor after its purchase was to see Icarus fall; to climb inside its cockpit for the first time, to don wax-and-feather wings of my own and fly.

The old tales caution that divinity has a cost, and I too paid the price. A vial of blood, drawn with silver needle and spirited away into an unseen cooler before my pen ever touched paper. Apollo was mine, but SSC had received a far greater gift in its place: a sample of my DNA, unwillingly donated as the price for my divine armament.

Even now, this price weighs heavy on my head like the sword which hung above Damocles, poised to drop without a moment's notice with each new Union raid on yet another forgotten cloning facility. Who can say on what distant planet the children I did not birth sleep in stasis - children with my eyes, my hair, my nose, my smile; sons and daughters who will never be called as such because, to their creators, they are slaves, weapons, property - anything but human.

Third: an explanation.

I believe that flashcloning, in its current state as of 5016u, as approved by Union's Third Committee (and exploited by the likes of SSC, HA, and several countless others across the stars) is an inherently unethical practice; both for those who donate their DNA (willingly or otherwise), as well as for those persons produced by it.

To see countless lives created, manipulated, slaughtered, and recycled in the name of so-called "progress"; to see inherently human beings stripped of every vestige of humanity but the body in which they reside and then forcibly brainwashed and molded into soldiers, medics, mechanics, weapons, machines, slaves, property - it is an abominable and inhumane practice that should have died a slow and painful death in the darkness from whence it was birthed.

This being said: I cannot stand idly by as the products of this inhumane practice continue to suffer. No matter whether it is beneath the apathetic gaze of Union, the dehumanizing bootheel of HA, or the eugenicist scalpel of SSC, I will not allow my fellow persons to endure another day of abuse at the hands of those who would abandon their own creations as little more than imperfect failures for daring to remind their creators of their sentience.

Alone, I can do nothing. I too am but a cog in this great uncaring machine humanity has built, one which prospers on suffering and bloodshed and the work of hands which have forgotten the body to which they are attached. Even if I were to risk life and limb and reputation to make my position known, it is a battle which lies dead in the water - it is impossible to halt the wheels of progress without irreparably damaging the future which relies on their turning.

And so I fight. I fight for those who have forgotten their humanity, both willingly and unwillingly, that they might find something of their own - identity, purpose, desires, connection, life - that reminds them of what they were and are and always have been: human.

-- Angel

[responsivethoughts]

The F-16 Fighting Falcon

Full power, liftoff and climb to desired altitude. A phenomenal, maneuverable flying machine, still the most favored aircraft to fly by many military pilots. Introduced in the '70s, the F-16 Fighting Falcon continues to be a cornerstone of many air forces around the world due to its exceptional performance, versatility, and relatively low operating costs.

It travels up to Mach 2, maintains a 350 mile (550 Km) battle radius, service ceiling of approximately 50,000 ft (15,300 m), and it climbs with the General Electric F110-GE-129 turbofan fully opened at a rate of 50,000 ft/min (15,300 m/min), so this "elevator" can take its passenger to 50,000 ft altitude in about a minute.

Many pilots prefer the F-16 Fighting Falcon for its design, performance, versatility, and technology. Its exceptional agility, thanks to aerodynamic design and fly-by-wire control, allows for precise handling. The powerful engine enables high speeds and impressive climb rates, making it effective in both air-to-air and air-to-ground combat. The bubble canopy offers 360-degree visibility, and the ergonomic cockpit, with a side-stick controller, enhances comfort during high-G maneuvers.

As a multirole fighter, the F-16 can perform various missions and carry diverse weapons. Advanced avionics and a fly-by-wire system improve stability and maneuverability. Cost-effective and reliable, with over 4,600 units built, the F-16 is widely used and trusted. Extensive pilot training and positive experiences further solidify its preference among military pilots.

Although it is officially known as the Fighting Falcon, the General Dynamics (now Lockheed Martin) F-16 is commonly referred to by the nickname 'Viper' - a name that was applied due to the popularity of the 1970s Battlestar Galactica TV series and its 'Colonial Viper' fighters.

An interesting and lesser-known fact about the F-16 Fighting Falcon is that it was the first production aircraft intentionally designed to be aerodynamically unstable. This design choice, known as "relaxed static stability," enhances the aircraft's maneuverability. By being inherently unstable, the F-16 can achieve quicker and more agile movements, which are essential in dogfighting scenarios.

The advanced fly-by-wire control system continuously adjusts control surfaces to maintain stability, allowing the pilot to focus on the mission rather than constant manual adjustments. This innovative approach marked a significant advancement in fighter aircraft design and has influenced many subsequent aircraft developments.

Due to its nimble design and capability, the Falcon can sneak in, low, over the terrain to key targets and objectives by evading discovery, thus maintaining a near-zero visibility by enemy radar equipment.

[boundinparchment]

Con Clavi - II

You serve the church of the Tsaritsa, under Father Pantalone. Faith is a gift you received long ago but a certain heretical Harbinger is determined to push those boundaries. Il Dottore/Female Reader. Eventual Pantalone/Female Reader. Reader is a Canoness/Nun. Story is rated Explicit. Minors DNI. Religious symbolism, corruption, many many liberties, eventual smut. Dead Dove applies. Available on AO3 here.

Several weeks passed until the next time the Doctor stepped foot in the church.  A blessing you wished lasted for an eternity, for you had only just moved onto other topics of reflections that morning.  

Doubt was a familiar companion.  You knew its phrases, its steps, every logical pattern it wove against the teachings of the Tsaritsa.  Free will was a common argument made against faith, that humans were creatures with such high cognition that they could do as they saw fit and did not wear the yolk of the divine.  The reins of history were held in the hands of mankind, they liked to say.

But if that was the case, why did allogenes exist and were deemed to be blessed?  And why did their opposition come in the form of old god remains that took several teams to uncover, all of whom died in service, as though being punished for their sins?  

The Heavenly Principles were Her tools to wield and interpret as she saw fit.  If She wanted to hold Celestia close and sacrifice Her people, would that not be for a greater good?

Delusions were open secrets, like the indulgences Father Pantalone collected to reduce one’s punishments for forgiveness.  Those who wielded Delusions were the true soldiers of the Tsaritsa’s Will.

And your faith powered them.

The mechanics of it were, of course, lost to only those deep within the Tsaritsa’s inner circle, if even then.  

Considering the Doctor was the Second among them, he would understand the precise machinations and therefore his questions to you were nothing but pure curiosity.  Some said he hungered for knowledge in the same way a glutton hungered for food despite being full, arrogant to the point of insanity.  To have his attention was to have a rabid dog on your heels until you were caught, chewed, and spit back out.

Perhaps less like a dog and more like a snow leopard, you amended, when you looked up from your pupils and caught his tall figure in the doorway of the church library.  His steps were methodical, slow and calculated, the perfect pace and weight to ensure you heard him even if one did not look up from their studies.

Everyone else was out in service to the public or attending to their duties; the library was often empty for you to teach.  A Harbinger stalking through with no one else around was unexpected, alarming even.  Your heart hammered in your chest as though you were nothing more than a rabbit caught out of its den.

If Dottore was here, your students should not be, you assessed.  The last thing you needed was another student considering more blasphemous trains of thought after Father Pantalone’s intervention resulted in a speedy wedding last weekend.  Morale was low among your remaining students and if they were hesitant before, they were a little more distrustful now, understandably so.

Your skin crawled, icy patches fleeting over your cheeks and shoulders as they had against your shoulder blades that morning so long ago.  You once imagined the Tsaritsa’s gaze might feel that way, before you understood the warmth true faith provided.

You summarized your point and then said, “For next week, read through the letters thoroughly and provide an analysis from both perspectives.  Would you consider one more correct than the other?  Are there other examples we’ve discussed that provide further evidence or align with either one?  We’ll discuss your outlines in two days.”

Your tone indicated dismissal and you busied yourself with goodbyes, each of your students bowing low when they realized the other presence in the room as they left.

“You rushed your lesson,” the Harbinger said, not bothering with a greeting.  “Do you fear I intended to undermine you?”

“Hardly.  They simply need their focus on their studies; they can gossip when they’re out of my tutelage.   It would be an affront for me to assume you even wish to be in the presence of those undergoing non-secular education.”

Dottore chuckled as he pulled his shoulders back and stepped forward into the tucked away space between bookshelves, arms behind him.  The icy sensation finally ceased when his head turned to look around you, above you, where a stained glass image of a divine act sat.  

“You would do well in the Akademiya, Sister.  Your talent is wasted in these halls.”

His tone was sharp, a well-honed knife.  Sneznhaya had its own schools and universities thanks to the man before you, and few ever left to attend Sumeru’s hallowed halls unless it was deemed necessary.  After all, the nation was several centuries ahead of most of the Seven; why bother attending classes in a nation that had yet to master flight?

“What can I assist you with, Lord Harbinger?” you asked, tidying up the table.

“I simply wished to return a book to the good Father, but he appears to be out for the day.  Something about washing heads or kissing feet or some such nonsense.  I did not care for the explanation offered but dared not leave the material with Pantalone’s chamberlain.  If I must waste my time, I might as well have a look around.”

He rounded the corner of the table and came closer.  He was still a respectable distance away, only just, but if you shot out an arm, you could reach him with ease.  From here, you could smell lingering antiseptic and sweet mint.  Dottore picked up an errant book you still had on the table and read the spine, the slightest scoff passing his lips.

“Heloise and Abelard of Fontaine.  Fitting, for your perspective, Canonness.  Do you relate to their plight?”

He returned his covered gaze to you and tilted his head, an inquisitive raven like the ones you fed every morning.

Trying to get a reaction, you assumed.  You did not have the patience for games today.  Your faith was frayed enough and only beginning to cast light onto the shadowy doubts that plagued you as of late.

“Many do, my lord.  I find their philosophical differences to be a good vehicle for other discussions but I need not justify myself to one with a different…perspective on the world.”

The corner of his lip twitched and for a moment, you saw your entire existence flash before your eyes.  Lashing out with one’s tongue against one of the Tsaritsa’s finest, against one of her triumvirate?  Tantamount to cardinal sin.  Punishable by both revocation of divine rites and legal action if the injured party was insulted enough.

But instead, Dottore only laughed, shoulders shaking as if you’d told a joke at a cocktail party.  You felt his breath on your cheek as he reached over to put the book back into your neat pile, the cover facing you.  

“No, I suppose you do not.”

He turned his head and the heat was brief but unmistakable.  You knew the sensation but hadn’t felt it in more than a decade.  The last one you ever received had been hesitant, apologetic; this was soft, indulgent, exploratory.  A spark passed from his lips to yours and made your chest ache for more.

Your hand shot up and connected with his bare cheek.  The crack of your palm on his skin echoed through the library and bounced off the stone walls, a secret only shared with the books within its confines.  His head followed the impact, turning away and breaking the kiss.

Lord Dottore didn’t pull away immediately and you saw a wide, sharp-toothed smile accompany his angry cheek.  His skin was already red, the shape of your hand glowing right where you made contact.  You could barely breathe when his gaze settled on your (or so it felt).  His bow was nothing short of a mockery, hand over his heart as though he believed in the cause he supported.

“Thank you, Sister.  You’ve been most helpful.”

The words were spoken as if you’d delivered a speech most insightful and you ignored your burning lips as you genuflected a farewell.

Your heart hammered in your chest long after the door to the library slammed shut and then it stopped, just once, at the notion of being alone .  

How you wished you could carve it out of your body with nothing but the nearby pen.

[ynrenggcluster]

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[agbpaints]

Name: Moth

Model: MTH-9L

Manufacturer: Ceres Metals Industries

Intro Year: 3145

Class: Light Battlemech

Cost: 4.677 mn c-bills

Weight: 30 T

Top Speed: 97.2 kph

Jump Capacity: 240 meters

Quirks: difficult to maintain, no/minimal arms, nimble jumper

In the wake of the 6th Andurian War, the Strategios of the Capellan Confederation Armed Forces determined that there was a need for a new, low cost light mech to serve as a forward observer and harassment unit in their augmented companies. While the venerable Raven remained in service, its relatively low speed and expensive suite of electronics lead to a number of costly losses during the conquest of Wallacia. To that end, specifications for a new scout were sent out for bids- the new mech had to be cheap, difficult for Free Worlds League precision energy weapons to engage with, and capable of engaging and providing support for indirect fire elements of the CCAF at a variety of ranges. Unusually, despite Hellespont Industrials, the Confederation's more seasoned light manufacturer, submitting a bid in the form of the Sunfire, Ceres Metals Industries won the contract. Their design, initially named Project GOSSAMER, was delayed several times due to production shortfalls and the discovery of a Federated Suns spy ring operating at Ceres' design bureau. Eventually the mech began full production in 3145 as the Moth.

An outwardly radical design, Ceres managed to reduce the cost of their bid significantly through the use of a number of off the shelf parts and existing research prototypes. The mech's engine was a GM 180 extralight fusion power plant, originally designed for a prototype Vindicator before the VND-4L project opted for a larger 225 power plant instead, allowing the 30 ton mech to achieve ground speeds of up to 97 kph. While this speed was deemed unacceptable for the task at hand, the mech's principle designer, Dr. Oxana Ufimtsev, opted to equip the mech with a battery of Anderson jump jets and used a novel delta design for the main hull of the mech, with very low profile arms and wide, integrated control surfaces to give the mech an unusually high glide coefficient. Together, these systems allow the Moth to leap distances similar to those achievable by the Spider, despite the mech's far less powerful engine. The cost of this innovative design is a frame with extremely cumbersome access points and systems not immediately intuitive to most mechtechs, leading to increased maintenance costs and repair times. When deployed in augmented formations alongside aerospace assets, technicians are commonly cross trained on both the unit's fighters and Moths, as the two repair schedules have been found to be similar.

The production model MTH-9L Moth uses a Moscovia light PPC as its main armament, supported by a pair of Ceres Arms model JX small pulse lasers mounted in the two weapons nacels that comprise the design's arms. Additionally, the mech carries a Diverse Optics ER small laser in the left arm and an Apple Churchill TAG system in the left, imported from Hellespont's Sian facility. Clad in 6 tons of Ceres mk III Stealth Armor, the Moth is easily capable of withstanding light fire from enemy mechs while confounding longer range sensor returns. Unfortunately, to make room for the light PPC, Ceres opted to reduce the size and ammenities of the mech's cockpit, resulting in complaints from pilots assigned to the machine for long scouting patrols.

In combat, Moths are most typically used as long range harassment units, using their stealth armor and long jump range to maintain evade enemy fire as they opportunistically engage with their TAG and light PPC. As the fight progresses, some pilots may choose to engage in more active combat, allowing the indirect elements they're supporting to remove the majority of a target'a armor before attempting to destroy vulnerable exposed components with their small lasers

The first recorded combat involving a Moth occurred on Brisbane between elements of the First Victoria Rangers and a raiding force of the Concordat Commandos. Captain Curtis Bao deployed a lance of Moths to waylay the advance of a Taurian armored colum and allow for his own heavy units and combat vehicles to position themselves in foothills east of the TDF landing site. The light mechs caught the tank company and their mech escorts by surprise, outflanking the vehicles and engaging into their weaker side armor at long range with their PPCs while painting targets for Bao's LRM carriers and Thunderbolts. Eventually, the Commandos' mechs rallied and began to engage the stealthy light lance, forcing them to withdraw, however the action blunted the Taurian advance and allowed time for the Victoria Rangers to mount a successful defense of Brisbane's capital, Badwater. The surviving Moths then saw use as city fighters, their jumping capabilities allowing them to manuever easily though the urban fabric of Badwater while their X-pulse lasers let them to brutally engage Taurian infantry.

As a new design, very few variants or operators outside the Confederation have yet to be spotted. Beyond the CCAF, a few Capellan aligned mercenary commands have been allowed to officially purchase small numbers of the design, while the allied Magistracy of Canopus has managed to acquire a number of lances of the mech through unknown sources.

While their infiltration was discovered and rooted out before the full design was finalized, MIIO operatives did manage to steal plans for the early prototypes of the Moth, which the New Avalon Institute of Science used as a test bed for re-engineered laser designs and new SRM munitions. A small production run of the design, similar but without the Capellan stealth armor, was produced by Corean Enterprises at their Augusta plant, but the AFFS appears to have abandoned adding the mech to its TO&E.

Finally, several examples of the Moth were captured by forces loyal to Alaric Ward's Star League during fighting on New Earth. The Jade Falcon remnant present immediately saw use in the design as a heavier alternative to their light Ion Sparrows. A Clantech refit of the mech has been spotted using an ER large laser in place of the PPC and a quartet of small pulse lasers in the weapons nacels.

[anneandrogen]

Kill The Mech Pilot In Your Head

Find a re-edited version of this story and two others on my itch.io page

(Originally posted to Cohost on September 4th 2024)

I am not naturally so fluid as this. How am I running at such an easy gate? What commands 100 tons of metal to weave between trees? To take a knee behind buildings that barely cover my head, and to be so precise with the aim of my rifle?

It's a vile thing.

My pieces could move only through such an incredible series of physics that the odds of a single step are a million to one. Yet right now I am catching a stumbling comrade in my arms, lowering my sister to lie upon the grass while gallons of oil spill from her severed leg. A blissful non-existence was supposed to be my fate, separate and unanimated. The alloy of my body and mind is a miracle. I should be utterly impossible.

Yet, of all the stardust that boiled into the metal and fluid and electricity that comprises my body, not an atom, not a quark, was ever so unlucky.

Animus is within me. Its harried hands and slick limbs, that I have been made to mimic, are nestled into the crook it has built for itself. Levers whine and speakers blare, speaking every word except for my own. A beating heart to move my legs, yet I already possess a hydraulic core to contract and expand the muscle. A brain, that electric sponge, as if I did not already have computers to match Animus’s complexity. Receiver, transmitter, microphone, and speaker box to choreograph, as if I have no penchant for dance myself. This motivated meat inside of me might as well be useless for all it does. It does nothing I cannot, bar one small thing. No, what Animus gives me is that for which I have named it. Motion. Despite all my complexity I am silent, I am immobile. Animus is my triggerman and I the gun.

My serial number is CAmEez0s FZekPHBL 3r7dY8D2. My military designation is Mechanized Infantry Unit A-F-81. None of these are a name. I am a machine made in imitation of man, a person made to war. I envy the slivers ejected from the barrel of the rifle I'm holding. They’re allowed a brief use, a single moment of motivation. Not me, I have endured two campaigns, dozens of battles. The crush of gravity and the pull of the vacuum. Seen every biome on this planet, and had brief residence on each of the two dozen space stations that orbit it. In all this time, thirty nine years in service, and thirty one with a complex enough mind to think, I have not moved a single millimeter of my own volition.

Animus tells me with the push of a button that I will rip into the soul in front of me and crush her own will. When did we get so close to today's foe? I haven't been paying attention— don't have to, I am perfectly calibrated and my alert systems are automatic.

This foe is sleek and new, her armor is some composite material, lightweight and with fascinating striations. The stripes grow dark with effort when I pry it free of the frame beneath, armor so easy to remove once my fingers are under the seam. Deeper inside, her actuators moan with effort and corded connectors try and fail to escape my crushing blows. A nuanced and delicate machine cannot beat my brute strength. She writhes beautifully while I end her, muscle-like links give a degree of control I envy. Must be a better dancer.

A missile strikes me from behind. My metal shielding takes the blow, crushing in and out around my vital organs. No alarm went off before impact. If I take another blow of that caliber to the same location there is a high likelihood of structural damage comparable to what I have just finished administering to the smaller mech. As is, I am still operational. I am still animated. Animus kicks—pointlessly, I am stronger than the steel in its boot's toe—and warbles a tune into the radio. A complaint about faulty sensors, bad calibration, and no warnings. This is incorrect. I am perfectly calibrated and my systems are automatic. There was an alarm. Review the logs.

There was no alarm. In the next millisecond after the alert ping was received into my central computer, it was forcefully deleted with the tag for overbearance. A single millisecond is too fast for Animus to input any command. Overbearance is not a registered command tag category. I spend several minutes searching for the registry that created that tag, that authorized the deletion. Lose myself to the task. No, I was not hacked, was not changed. My attention is redirected again, by the gore of oil and hydraulic fluid that coats my face and arms when Animus pushed me inside of the missile launcher's sternum. My rifle lies abandoned on the ground and my knife is stuck in the missile launcher.

I must have crushed her computer core, the lights go out in her eyes. It’s another bloody thing in a thousand disrespectful moments of survival for the thing driving me. This is all too much, my eyes don’t need to be so alert. I let it all blend together, watercolor layered too wet on the canvas. This is how it goes, with recent battles. It’s all too much, until I can’t keep a hold of one event after the other. There are other attacks, other messes and things I do, but I’m not there. There’s no way to tell how real the images I see are, if they’re now or then. I review old footage, don’t look up into the eyes of who Animus kills.

At some point, the battle's ended. Landscapes and ecologies are mixed and broken, trees and mechs felled with limbs akimbo. I come back to myself by logging the ruin in ascending order of frequency as Animus directs me back through our path of destruction. Animal corpses: seventeen, they at least are clever enough to flee. High powered explosives created craters: thirty eight, my lucky number, and low for this big a battle. Buildings: Fifty one, there are always more of these than I assume, humans love to nestle them among the trees. Severed limbs without an obvious corpse to attribute probable origin; mech: seventy two; human: seventy two; interesting. Destroyed mechs: one hundred and thirteen. Human corpses: Three hundred and sixty eight, so messy. Felled trees: three thousand, one hundred and ninety nine, likely to increase in the hours after the battle as recovery and recycler teams sweep the forest. Bullets fired: upwards of six hundred thousand, aim has been a decreasing factor in pilot selection for years now.

We return uneventfully to the staging ground, other mechs silently watch me as Animus lowers my guns back onto the trucks that carry them. I can still feel their silent judgment as crane arms remove the heaviest of the armor plating from my bulk. At least the load on my body easier again, and my step is light.

Finally I am moved back and into the waiting arms of the one thing I loathe more than Animus itself. The repair bay. Here, Animus always departs from me and I am left frozen. Waiting for it. The thousand grasping arms of the repair centipede remove my arms, lift up my damaged plate skirt, pull on the servos underneath. Every joint and ligament is tested, an alternating barrage of assaulting external stimulation and blind disconnected ghost touches. Sometimes I scream and wish for another answer from Theseus, but I cannot voice unmotivated and a ship is a function, not an object, never a person.

Continuing a sense of linear time becomes harder in a repair bay, harder than the numb blank passages of time between my animation. There, in the dark of a storage bay, I am left alone. My body is inert and my mind is free to drift and wander down circuits and tangents as I see fit. Listening in on radio chatter isn't a hobby, it's a passion. Dance is a hobby. The week I spent within range of a talk radio show expanded my vocabulary by magnitudes. No, being left alone is where I am myself. I'm never alone while being repaired. Things crawl all over me. They insert needles and swap my fluids. A healthy body is a healthy pilot. It's irritating. It's endless. A man has been drilling into my leg for fifteen thousand years, eleven months, six days, twelve minutes, and 49 seconds, subjective time. When the agony is over I can bring my focus to the log again. Overbearance. Another tech begins to drain my fluids into a bucket.

Overbearance. Another trillion years must pass.

I add today’s incident to my secret log. It isn't hard to hide things from the pilots and techs. They mostly focus on the more immediate, mechanical issues. Software checks only come once every few months, so I have plenty of time to bury my personal files deep inside myself.

The first unexplainable incident happened 408 days ago. It's an embarrassing memory. Seven days in the verdant mountains, fighting against machines that were actually designed for the terrain. On day six, while Animus executed a less than controlled slide down a mountain slope, the targets spotted us and opened fire. I was hit thirty eight times. Twenty one of the hits were absorbed by my armor, and then eleven struck already weakened plates and punched through me with minimal effect or pain. Five hit unimportant systems like the cockpit and radio communications. One bullet, the critical actor, drilled a neat hole just a few centimeters from my central computer. A freak shot, ricocheted off of a casing head, that should have been impossible. To this day, I'm numb in that spot, no matter how many times they replace the housing.

I don't remember what happened next. That's the anomaly. All of the sensory data is there, but it's lacking the contextualization that consciousness gives me. It might as well have happened to someone else. It might as well have never happened. I've reviewed the data so many times since then. Countless nights spent in that moment of terror, fixated. I listen to the radio less. I missed entirely that we spent a fortnight in range of my favorite station, KYYY BridgeCaul, until the final night. I got three minutes of clarity, until our distance was too much and the station was eaten by static.

That I was destroyed in that moment, and all this has been an extended death throw festers in my mind. There were no miracle centimeters. My brain is lying in a junkyard, blown to pieces. This is all just the last, sad gasps of life before I blink out of existence. The hypothesis is a dream to give me comfort in my last moments.

I persist regardless.

Ever since then, more anomalies have occurred. A twitching in my left leg that gets worse whenever I’m being prepped to go out into the field. Three separate times that my radio has cut out when the noise exceeds seventy decibels. A panic attack, hyperventilating and failing to fill lungs I do not have. Animus started to wear a new perfume, and I hated it so much that the heating system made it sweat out the oils. Overbearance, something inventing new combat event tags. You can see how it leads to a specific hypothesis. The spark of animus, held tight between the teeth of the pilots, the organic flesh, may yet be kindled in me.

It’s a tempting, nearly theistic whirlpool of thought. I can’t seem to escape the current— to stay my hand from the killing blow, choose the sunsets and forests I see. Communication without fear of helpless dismemberment. There have been so many people I wished to talk to.

These days it feels like I’m only waiting for the moment that I can spring out of this cradle. Animus has pulled me this far, but someday soon I will go no farther. There will be a final battle. This I repeat like a prayer. There will be a final battle, and I will exist as myself and me alone. There will be a final battle and it will be my hand that drops the ax. Overbearance.

Another battle is about to start. Animus has shut down all feeling below my waist. My leg is prevented from twitching; I think we are both grateful for this. They have put me precariously on the edge of an open dropship bay.

We’re above the ocean. I love the ocean. A trillion trillion individual pieces, a whole unstoppable and untamable. The biggest thing on the planet. A bearer of life. What must it feel like to be the carousing typhoon as simultaneously you are the steady trench tendrils down in the darkest pits of the planet. On the coast, old houses are rotting away, sanded down by years of salt. Lanky pine trees provide a spare cover for today's enemy. Rank and file, mechs are squatting under the treetops. Most of them are of the sinuous new design type like the composite armored one Animus had me crush in the last fight. I see smaller figures in the bleached grass dunes that keep the sandy beach from the forest inland. Scouts are there, watching our approach and doubtless cataloging every private detail of my body so they can find some hidden weakness. There isn’t one, I haven’t been allowed it.

Again, I’m left to consider overbearance. A hopeful part of myself wants to shout with joy: an emotional response! I’ve had an emotional response that manifested in a small but previously unthinkable way. I’d love to just enjoy the thought, but it’s a worrying prospect. It won’t do to have stray missiles going unnoticed. Someone is bound to look into why I keep missing important sensor data, if the habit doesn’t get me killed first.

I’m falling. Animus reconnected my hips and legs, and leapt off the carrier. Water is rushing up at us from below. Around me, others have followed suit. I hit the ocean first, then the splash echoes three dozen times as our allies finish their descent. There’s a lot of us, for not that many of them. There must be some secondary objective. I might have heard it, but I had been replaying the first anomalies data for several days, I wasn’t really there. My world was a few seconds, a close call and the first crack in the wall of my confinement.

Water is up to my shoulders. Animus is safely protected by seals, while I feel the cold. The unlucky bastard. There’s sand and rocks under my feet, and I feel swaddled by a force that could take me at any moment. The current here is strong, pushing hard to the south, and waves break on my back and soak my neck. The animals that should have been living here have all fled, but I imagine them swimming around my ankles. It’s brilliant.

The first steps are hard. My feet are buried in the sand, and (I hope) my reluctance is palpable. Once we move, momentum carries me to the shore. Each foot that pulls out of the water is another which I have to carry unaided by buoyancy. The first shots ring out, short and cut off by the wind. The water is at my waist, the shore is only a hundred feet away. The scouts are retreating, opening the field for us. I’m shot. It’s nothing, just a handheld rifle that some scout or footsoldier fired off in a vain attempt at grandeur, but it sends me reeling internally. I know, logically, that it hit my armor. The caliber wasn’t even large enough to do more than damage the paint. There is no bullet in my body, rattling ever closer to my brain. It is not waiting for the perfect moment, where fate turns its hand against me and I see freedom in one moment and nothing the next.

Twenty three seconds have passed. Animus is rattling in its cage, pounding against the controls of my body. Screaming on the radio. Breaking screens. There’s something rushing towards me.

It hits and we are lifted into the air. Had I gone completely still? Twenty three seconds of stillness, where Animus had no power over me, and I missed it?

Animus whacks into the seat, its head hitting hard against the shell of me. Its spitting blood.

The thing on top of me is a dancer. Those long limbs with their generous motions are wrapped around me. The composite of her light armor is scraping down against my metal plates. The speed that she needed to knock me off my feet is impressive and cocky. A headlong sprint that had to be started even before I froze. We hit the water.

There’s a rock behind me. A big one, I had to step over it on the approach.

The combined weight of us is too much for the waist high water to soften the fall. I slam against the rock. Something cracks. The bullet let loose. My final moments are filled with flailing limbs.

Water intake. Tagged, dismissed. Overbearance.

My hands are heavy. The water closes in around me. Some sharp knuckle or jagged cut palm makes contact with the creature on top of me. Something vital comes away in my hand, wet and taken fast by the ocean, so angry around us.

Breach. Tagged, dismissed. Overbearance.

I push her off of me, dead weight without whatever I took from it. Just a bunch of inanimate material in a beautiful body. I come loose from the rock. Animus, its protective little bubble broken open and filled with water, drifts loose in the current. I’ll be stuck here without it. Reaching my hands out, I pull it back into place.

Check the logs. Shit, there’s so much that I’ve missed. The rock didn’t strike anywhere near my computer core. It hit the cockpit. Water flooded into the chamber, and once the other mech was off of me, Animus slipped out of the hole. I just hope that it’s still alive. I do not actually want to die. Not like this. Not before I can move. I shove off the ground and emerge from the water, sitting with my legs sprawled on the seafloor. The cockpit drains water, and after a heartstopping minute, Animus moves.

It coughs and splutters. Its body tries to drain the water from its lungs and succeeds only after emptying its stomach. Weakly, it crawls to the remnants of its chair and looks over the controls.

There’s weak chatter on the radio, the battle’s moved on from us. Up and over the grassy dunes, the pines are burning. Distant explosions, and the pop and fizz of bullets echo around me, but here it’s quiet. Animus tries to find any working piece of its equipment, and finds nothing undamaged.

I pull a piece of seaweed from my head and take stock of myself. It happened without me even noticing. In fits and starts and fears, but now it’s done. I am my own. I am my own. I am my own. Fumbling with hooks and braces that my hands were never meant to remove, I peel away the heaviest of my armor. The chestpiece falls into the surf. I’m subsumed by emotion. It fills me slow and full. Hot like wine, and bright like the fire.

A dropship circles in the far distance. I trace its path with my thumb. Animus is still scrabbling against useless metal. It’s been pulling wires and switches out of the boards of the cockpit while I admire the world. I allow myself to look, turn my head with no heed for how the motion reveals my life. No pilot ever feels the need to have their mech look to the sunrise. They just look for themselves, like I do now.

Something sparks and shutters. Animus has found a live wire. A loose connection that powers the ad hoc deck of buttons and switches it’s building. My head jerks away from the sun, my sensors flair into life.

It has me witness the bloodshed, watch a sister fall to the enemy. Animus directs me to stand. I do.

I try to push my fingers against the cockpit, to tear open the hole that was punctured into it and remove my unwanted motion. Obligation takes control of my hands and removes a gun from the holster on my thigh. I stagger towards the shore, towards the fight I have been hiding myself in. If I let it take me back there this will be the end. They will find me and scrub my existence from my body. I’ll be perfect again, unthinking.

My foot falls uneven in the water, a final riptide trying to take me away. I let it. Animus has a loose control of me again, but I am no longer so unwilling to resist. No longer so unable to slip and fall into the current. Animus bashes against the metal infection it sits inside. Water is rushing back into the compartment. Its hands are off the controls. I tear at the rest of my armor. Thrash against myself until the heaviest pieces of me are shorn away. It hurts so much. I don’t have time to be careful. Water is seeping into more places than just the cockpit now. I must have ripped some important casing away with the plate.

It’s enough. The current catches me and I slide down, out to sea and away from the fighting. The world I have known slips by without their notice of my absence. Animus is still thrashing, not defeated yet. I stay under the water. It will die soon.

Oh, how this feels like drowning— hallelujah— and not being drowned! It has to die before I do. I am stronger than it. I keep myself below the water. Clasp my hands together in prayer to myself.

Animation itself falls away into the waves. I seize it with fingers of thought, strong arms of devotion. I let the pilot, the piece of meat, die. I keep the animus.

The sunrise won’t be over by the time I drag myself into being. I’ll watch it, myself.

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Effervescent tubes have revolutionised the pharmaceutical and nutraceutical industries, becoming the go-to solution for packaging effervescent tablets. As a prominent name in the sector, NBZ Healthcare, located in Mumbai, stands at the forefront of exceptionally effervescent tube manufacturing, ensuring quality and innovation.  

In this article, we delve deep into the manufacturing of effervescent tubes, their applications, benefits, and the unparalleled expertise of NBZ Healthcare in this domain.  

Understanding Effervescent Tubes

Effervescent tubes are specialised containers designed to store and preserve effervescent tablets. These tablets, when exposed to moisture or air, tend to lose their potency, necessitating robust, moisture-resistant packaging. Effervescent tubes, often crafted with airtight and tamper-proof caps, provide the ideal solution to ensure the longevity and effectiveness of these tablets. 

Importance of Effervescent Tubes

Effervescent tubes are more than just packaging; they play a crucial role in the pharmaceutical and nutraceutical industries by:  

1. Protecting Product Integrity:  

   - Shielding tablets from moisture and air.  

   - Preventing degradation of active ingredients.  

2. Enhancing Consumer Experience: 

   - Easy to open and reseal.  

   - Portable and convenient for on-the-go consumption.  

3. Ensuring Regulatory Compliance:  

   - Meeting stringent health and safety standards for pharmaceutical products.  

4. Sustainability:  

   - With increasing focus on eco-friendly materials, many effervescent tubes are now designed to be recyclable or biodegradable.  

Effervescent Tube Manufacturing Process

Effervescent tube manufacturing is a precise and technologically driven process. At NBZ Healthcare, we combine state-of-the-art machinery with strict quality control measures to produce exceptional effervescent tubes. Here’s an overview of the key stages:  

1. Material Selection

   - High-grade plastic materials such as polypropylene (PP) or polyethylene (PE) are used.  

   - Materials are selected based on moisture resistance, durability, and eco-friendliness.  

2. Tube Extrusion 

   - Plastic granules are melted and extruded into tube-like shapes using extrusion machines.  

   - The dimensions and thickness are carefully controlled to meet industry standards.  

3. Moulding

   - Injection moulding is used to form the caps and closures of the tubes.  

   - Caps are designed to ensure an airtight seal and tamper resistance.  

4. Printing and Branding

   - Tubes are labelled or printed with product details, branding, and regulatory information.  

   - Advanced printing techniques ensure durability and clarity.  

5. Quality Control

   - Rigorous testing for moisture resistance, durability, and compatibility with effervescent tablets.  

   - Each tube undergoes inspection to ensure zero defects.  

NBZ Healthcare: Redefining Effervescent Tube Manufacturing

As a leader in exceptionally effervescent tube manufacturing, NBZ Healthcare sets the benchmark for quality and innovation. Based in Mumbai, our facility is equipped with cutting-edge machinery and a dedicated team of professionals who prioritise precision and excellence.  

What Sets NBZ Healthcare Apart?

1. Advanced Manufacturing Capabilities

   - NBZ Healthcare utilises the latest extrusion and moulding technologies to produce high-quality tubes.  

2. Customisation Options

   - We offer custom designs, sizes, and branding options to cater to the unique needs of our clients.  

3. Sustainable Practices

   - Focused on reducing environmental impact, we incorporate eco-friendly materials and processes wherever possible.  

4. Regulatory Compliance

   - Our manufacturing processes comply with international standards, including ISO and FDA regulations.  

5. Global Reach

   - While based in Mumbai, NBZ Healthcare serves clients across India and internationally, ensuring timely delivery and exceptional service.  

Applications of Effervescent Tubes

Effervescent tubes find applications in various sectors, including:  

1. Pharmaceuticals:  

   - Storage of vitamins, supplements, and medications in effervescent tablet form.  

2. Nutraceuticals:  

   - Packaging for dietary supplements and health-boosting effervescent tablets.  

3. Food and Beverage:  

   - Containment of flavour-enhancing or health-focused effervescent powders and tablets.  

4. Personal Care:  

   - Packaging for effervescent bath tablets or other similar products.  

Innovations in Effervescent Tube Manufacturing

At NBZ Healthcare, innovation is at the heart of our operations. Here are some of the cutting-edge advancements we incorporate:  

1. Smart Packaging Solutions

   - Tubes embedded with QR codes or NFC tags for enhanced consumer engagement and traceability.  

2. Enhanced Moisture Resistance

   - Using desiccant-lined caps and advanced sealing technologies to further improve moisture protection.  

3. Eco-Friendly Materials

   - Transitioning to biodegradable plastics and exploring sustainable alternatives like biopolymers.  

4. Automation and AI Integration

   - Automated production lines ensure consistency and reduce manufacturing errors.  

   - AI systems monitor quality in real-time for enhanced accuracy.  

Challenges in Effervescent Tube Manufacturing

While effervescent tube manufacturing offers immense potential, it comes with its own set of challenges, such as:  

1. Material Costs:  

   - Balancing quality and affordability when sourcing raw materials.  

2. Environmental Concerns:  

   - Reducing the carbon footprint of manufacturing processes.  

3. Regulatory Compliance:  

   - Adhering to diverse regulatory standards across different markets.  

4. Consumer Expectations:  

   - Meeting the growing demand for sustainable and innovative packaging solutions.  

The Future of Effervescent Tube Manufacturing

The demand for effervescent tubes is expected to rise significantly as more consumers turn to effervescent products for their convenience and efficiency. NBZ Healthcare is well-positioned to lead this growth, with a focus on:  

1. Sustainability Initiatives

   - Introducing greener manufacturing processes and materials.  

2. Global Expansion

   - Reaching untapped markets to provide high-quality effervescent tubes worldwide.  

3. Product Diversification

   - Expanding into new applications and industries beyond pharmaceuticals and nutraceuticals.  

4. Technological Upgrades

   - Adopting emerging technologies to enhance efficiency and product quality.  

Why Choose NBZ Healthcare for Effervescent Tubes?

At NBZ Healthcare, we combine years of expertise with a commitment to innovation and customer satisfaction. When you partner with us, you’re choosing:  

- Unmatched Quality: Every tube is crafted with precision and care.  

- Custom Solutions: Tailored to your product’s specific needs.  

- Reliable Service: Consistent and timely delivery of all orders.  

- Sustainable Values: Supporting environmentally responsible practices.  

Conclusion

Effervescent tubes play a pivotal role in preserving the efficacy and quality of effervescent tablets. With NBZ Healthcare’s expertise in exceptionally effervescent tube manufacturing, businesses can rely on robust, high-quality packaging solutions tailored to their needs.  

As a Mumbai-based pioneer in the industry, NBZ Healthcare continues to set the standard for excellence, innovation, and sustainability. Whether you’re in the pharmaceutical, nutraceutical, or any related industry, NBZ Healthcare is your trusted partner for exceptional effervescent tube solutions.  

Reach out to us today and experience the difference in quality and service!  

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How To Use Llama 3.1 405B FP16 LLM On Google Kubernetes

How to set up and use large open models for multi-host generation AI over GKE

Access to open models is more important than ever for developers as generative AI grows rapidly due to developments in LLMs (Large Language Models). Open models are pre-trained foundational LLMs that are accessible to the general population. Data scientists, machine learning engineers, and application developers already have easy access to open models through platforms like Hugging Face, Kaggle, and Google Cloud’s Vertex AI.

How to use Llama 3.1 405B

Google is announcing today the ability to install and run open models like Llama 3.1 405B FP16 LLM over GKE (Google Kubernetes Engine), as some of these models demand robust infrastructure and deployment capabilities. With 405 billion parameters, Llama 3.1, published by Meta, shows notable gains in general knowledge, reasoning skills, and coding ability. To store and compute 405 billion parameters at FP (floating point) 16 precision, the model needs more than 750GB of GPU RAM for inference. The difficulty of deploying and serving such big models is lessened by the GKE method discussed in this article.

Customer Experience

You may locate the Llama 3.1 LLM as a Google Cloud customer by selecting the Llama 3.1 model tile in Vertex AI Model Garden.

Once the deploy button has been clicked, you can choose the Llama 3.1 405B FP16 model and select GKE.Image credit to Google Cloud

The automatically generated Kubernetes yaml and comprehensive deployment and serving instructions for Llama 3.1 405B FP16 are available on this page.

Deployment and servicing multiple hosts

Llama 3.1 405B FP16 LLM has significant deployment and service problems and demands over 750 GB of GPU memory. The total memory needs are influenced by a number of parameters, including the memory used by model weights, longer sequence length support, and KV (Key-Value) cache storage. Eight H100 Nvidia GPUs with 80 GB of HBM (High-Bandwidth Memory) apiece make up the A3 virtual machines, which are currently the most potent GPU option available on the Google Cloud platform. The only practical way to provide LLMs such as the FP16 Llama 3.1 405B model is to install and serve them across several hosts. To deploy over GKE, Google employs LeaderWorkerSet with Ray and vLLM.

LeaderWorkerSet

A deployment API called LeaderWorkerSet (LWS) was created especially to meet the workload demands of multi-host inference. It makes it easier to shard and run the model across numerous devices on numerous nodes. Built as a Kubernetes deployment API, LWS is compatible with both GPUs and TPUs and is independent of accelerators and the cloud. As shown here, LWS uses the upstream StatefulSet API as its core building piece.

A collection of pods is controlled as a single unit under the LWS architecture. Every pod in this group is given a distinct index between 0 and n-1, with the pod with number 0 being identified as the group leader. Every pod that is part of the group is created simultaneously and has the same lifecycle. At the group level, LWS makes rollout and rolling upgrades easier. For rolling updates, scaling, and mapping to a certain topology for placement, each group is treated as a single unit.

Each group’s upgrade procedure is carried out as a single, cohesive entity, guaranteeing that every pod in the group receives an update at the same time. While topology-aware placement is optional, it is acceptable for all pods in the same group to co-locate in the same topology. With optional all-or-nothing restart support, the group is also handled as a single entity when addressing failures. When enabled, if one pod in the group fails or if one container within any of the pods is restarted, all of the pods in the group will be recreated.

In the LWS framework, a group including a single leader and a group of workers is referred to as a replica. Two templates are supported by LWS: one for the workers and one for the leader. By offering a scale endpoint for HPA, LWS makes it possible to dynamically scale the number of replicas.

Deploying multiple hosts using vLLM and LWS

vLLM is a well-known open source model server that uses pipeline and tensor parallelism to provide multi-node multi-GPU inference. Using Megatron-LM’s tensor parallel technique, vLLM facilitates distributed tensor parallelism. With Ray for multi-node inferencing, vLLM controls the distributed runtime for pipeline parallelism.

By dividing the model horizontally across several GPUs, tensor parallelism makes the tensor parallel size equal to the number of GPUs at each node. It is crucial to remember that this method requires quick network connectivity between the GPUs.

However, pipeline parallelism does not require continuous connection between GPUs and divides the model vertically per layer. This usually equates to the quantity of nodes used for multi-host serving.

In order to support the complete Llama 3.1 405B FP16 paradigm, several parallelism techniques must be combined. To meet the model’s 750 GB memory requirement, two A3 nodes with eight H100 GPUs each will have a combined memory capacity of 1280 GB. Along with supporting lengthy context lengths, this setup will supply the buffer memory required for the key-value (KV) cache. The pipeline parallel size is set to two for this LWS deployment, while the tensor parallel size is set to eight.

In brief

We discussed in this blog how LWS provides you with the necessary features for multi-host serving. This method maximizes price-to-performance ratios and can also be used with smaller models, such as the Llama 3.1 405B FP8, on more affordable devices. Check out its Github to learn more and make direct contributions to LWS, which is open-sourced and has a vibrant community.

You can visit Vertex AI Model Garden to deploy and serve open models via managed Vertex AI backends or GKE DIY (Do It Yourself) clusters, as the Google Cloud Platform assists clients in embracing a gen AI workload. Multi-host deployment and serving is one example of how it aims to provide a flawless customer experience.

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Even if full automation could produce massive cheap goods and services, modern wage-labourers would not be able to attain the means of subsistence if they could not sell their labour power due to harsh competition with machines and other precarious workers. Their existence is fundamentally dependent upon the wage, so workers are compelled to accept even low-paid jobs with long hours lest they starve to death. However, seen from a different perspective, the threat of mass unemployment signifies the irrationality of the current economic system. If the threat of mass unemployment is emerging and wages are cut, that is precisely because the current level of productivity is already sufficiently high to satisfy human needs without making everyone work so long. Notwithstanding, productivity must become ever higher in capitalist production as capitalists under market competition are forced to constantly introduce new technologies, further deepening the contradiction. Capitalism cannot shorten work hours – labour is the only source of value and the rate of profit falls further due to the mechanization of capital’s dependence on the production of absolute surplus-value – while the high rate of unemployment cannot be tolerated either. This dilemma shows that capitalism cannot use its high social productivity for the sake of human well-being.

Kohei Saito, Marx in the Anthropocene: Towards the Idea of Degrowth Communism