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[novelmonger]

I wasn't expecting it to take this long, but after a million distractions, I'm back to going through the LotR audio commentaries and taking note of any interesting tidbits I haven't heard before.

Please enjoy my notes on the RotK design team commentary with Richard Taylor, Tania Rodger, Grant Major, Alan Lee, John Howe, Dan Hennah, and Chris Hennah:

They had to make Deagol's ears out of waterproof gelatin rather than latex because he was going to fall in the water, and the normal latex ears would have come off. I guess they must have done the same any other time a Hobbit got submerged, but they didn't say that.

The fish that Gollum eats at the beginning is made from some kind of edible gelatin so he could actually bite into it. They also had another prop fish that wasn't edible that they gave Andy Serkis to keep at the end XD

The little stone hollow thing where Frodo and Sam are sleeping for their first scene in the movie was a set they built with a removable back wall so they could get a camera in to shoot it from the back as well as the front. Why did I never think of that before?

There were a couple of extra shots they needed of Orthanc in the background to finish up the movie, but they hadn't managed to get the footage from the miniatures (and I guess the miniatures were gone by that point? idk). So they took one of the model collectibles Weta had made and took some photos of it out in the parking lot XD

Whoooooaaaa! Okay, so Alan Lee talks about how, in legends, they say that you have to kill a wizard three times for him to stay dead. And Saruman dies "three times" - first he's stabbed, then he's impaled, then he's drowned. So Saruman is dead dead. Dare I say it? This is...I think this is a better death than the one in the book ._.

They even put carvings on the crossbeams underneath the seats of the chairs in Edoras! You are never ever going to see them, but that was their dedication to making everything feel authentic. That's what sets this apart from so many fantasy movies and shows made these days.

Red in the costumes is meant to suggest royalty. That's why Aragorn, Boromir, Theoden, and Theodred all have red in their costumes - as well as Bilbo and Frodo! You're meant to look at someone wearing red and unconsciously think, "there's something regal about them."

John Howe points out that you probably wouldn't ever reforge a sword like they do with Narsil, at least not in the sense of putting the pieces back together, because it wouldn't be as strong as it was originally. (You could melt it down and start over again, of course.) But, he reminds us, these are the Elves, and it's more of a symbolic thing anyway.

The great hall in Minas Tirith was inspired by Charlemagne's chapel (and Byzantine architecture was one of the main influences on the design of Gondor in general).

The statue of the king in Ithilien was made out of polystyrene, which you would think would be pretty light, but it was so huge it was actually very heavy. They had to transport it to the location in three pieces: the base, the body, and the head. And to lift one on top of each other, they had to rig a sort of pulley system over the limb of a tree, using a four-wheel drive truck to pull it. But they discovered that the first truck wasn't getting enough traction, so they hooked a second truck up to it, and ended up pulling the first truck up into the air along with the statue!

They created fourteen new weapons just to put in the background of the armory in the scene where the Witch-King is getting ready for battle @_@

John Howe said that his inspiration for Minas Morgul was...getting his wisdom teeth pulled??? He describes a metal clamp digging into the perfectly healthy enamel of his tooth to pull it out, and draws a parallel to the metal pieces the orcs fitted to the top of the pristine white parapets, staining and violating them. Um...thanks, I could've done without that visual, John.

I can't believe I never thought about this before, but there's a little wooden roof over the pile of wood for the beacon that Pippin lights. The reasoning behind that is you need some kind of cover to keep the wood more or less dry for when it needs to be lit in an emergency. The beacon will burn away the wooden roof, but it can be replaced easily enough, and it's worth it to be able to quickly light the beacon.

A lot of the saddles they used were ordered from the Indian military, because they had a good, old-fashioned sort of look to them. Then they would add onto the saddles with things that would make them look distinctly Rohirric, rather than Indian.

Alan Lee's daughter worked on some of the figures in the doors of Minas Tirith!

John Howe goes off on this whole tangent about how there's no religion or religious structures in Middle-Earth, and why that might be, but the whole time I was just sitting there going, "...have you never read The Silmarillion????"

Because they had to make over a hundred suits of Gondorian armor, other than the hero suits, they couldn't make each one exactly the right size for the man who would wear it, so the casting department had to only get actors within a certain range of size. They also built the suits of armor with sliding pieces, so they could be somewhat fitted to different sizes.

The horses started out as being part of the art department's responsibility, but as time went on, there were just so many horses they had to keep track of (and the various liveries they would have to be fitted out with) that they had to make a separate horse department to oversee it all.

Because so much of the movie was filmed on-location, in some very remote locations, they had to make a sort of caravan of mobile repair stations that they could take with them. They had all the tools and crew necessary on hand wherever they went so they could repair broken props or ripped costumes, reapply makeup for gore and injuries, take nicks out of the edge of weapons.... It was really like moving an army around!

For the dream where the Evenstar breaks, they made a version of it that was five times bigger than normal, out of a very brittle resin. Then they made an oversized section of the floor and dropped it from a great height so it would completely shatter in a dramatic way like that.

Anduril was John Howe's design. He based it on a sword belonging to a friend of his in Germany, which to him is the ideal sword, the most beautiful sword. He also talked a bit about how Men were taller and bigger in the First and Second Ages, so their swords would have been longer.

John Howe: "Why do people criticize Tolkien for not developing his characters sufficiently? I cannot fathom that kind of criticism. I think it's done by people who don't read between the lines."

Richard Taylor said they had a lot of fun gathering up all the skulls after each take in the Paths of the Dead to put back up at the top so they could be poured down again. Apparently Viggo liked to gather them up and try to throw them at the crew members! "Many hours of skullduggery was to be had," as Richard put it XD

Apparently, they'd made dozens of really finely detailed silicone heads to be lobbed over the wall of Minas Tirith, but then all but one of them were stolen! So they had to quickly put together some crude latex ones to use in the shoot instead (one of which the mayor of Wellington threw). They didn't talk about this, but I'm assuming the one good head that was left is the one that gets a close-up. You have to wonder who out there was sitting around with a bunch of highly realistic latex severed heads in his basement or something....

While most of the siege towers are miniatures or CG, they built the top third of one and put it on tracks so they could move it up against the wall. They built the set with breakable ramparts for when the little drawbridge thing crashes down.

They had the same trouble in Minas Tirith that they did in Helm's Deep, with the battering ram being too heavy for the stunties to lift. But they never actually explained how they got around that problem, if it was the same solution or not :/ All they said was that they had replaceable panels in the doors, in case they were damaged by the battering ram.

In order to make Shelob's webs, they had to heat up two polymers and mix them together to make the stringy, sticky material. In order to mix them, they had to be heated up to 220 degrees C, but if they got up to 228 degrees, they would burst into flame @_@ After they were heated and mixed, they would dribble the mixture on top of a vat of water, where it would cool in spiderweb-like shapes. Then they would lift it out on a frame, and they could carefully place it on the set. One time, the polymers did burst into flame, and they were running out of fire extinguishers to put it out! O.O Eventually, they did call the fire department, who said they'd done everything the fire department would have done. They got the fire put out, but it was a nerve-wracking moment, because the room where they were making the webs was connected to the studio, so it could have been disastrous D:

Bernard Shaw apparently got the idea to do that whole bit where he knocks his sword against the row of spears when he saw the collection of spears all lined up in a row in the art department.

The "oil" that Denethor pours over himself and Faramir is a mixture of glycerin and water. (I always wonder about these things, so I'm really glad they mentioned it.)

When they were filming the pyre scene, they had a silicone dummy for Faramir on the burning pyre. Apparently somebody on the crew brought "David Wenham" a cup of coffee over because they thought he'd fallen asleep on the side of the set, only to discover that it was a dummy! XD

The horse rig they made for close-up work of people on horseback got affectionately nicknamed "the Phony Pony." The first day they brought it on set, Peter Jackson got up on it and "rode" the horse, making the whole crew laugh XD

One of the ideas that Peter Jackson came up with for the mumakil in a brainstorming session (which Richard Taylor says he's still not sure if PJ was serious about or not) was that they could suck up several riders in its trunk and then fire them out like bullets. I'm...really glad they didn't go with that, whether PJ was serious or not <_<

Alan Lee says that the first time he saw the dead mumakil that Weta made for the set, the body was hollow, and some of the crew had set up a TV inside it and were watching a rugby game XD

The last miniature they built for LotR was the Minas Tirith docks where the Corsair ships come in. It kept getting put off until almost the end of the shoot, so they only had five days to put it together! @_@

All of the dead horses are fake, of course, so Weta had to make them all. They were made of lightweight material, so each day you'd see the set dressers just kind of casually carrying in a whole dead horse and then picking one up from the battlefield afterwards like it's no big deal. They had to do a lot of repairs to the dead horses, because the legs and ears kept falling off or getting bent the wrong way XD

The stone Watchers in Cirith Ungol have Maori influence in their design. I wish they'd talked about that in more detail, but it was just mentioned in passing.

They were concerned about the various copies of the One Ring being stolen, so they kept it in a lunchbox that was labeled "Screws."

The scene where Frodo and Sam join the orc convoy was filmed on location up on a mountain, so they had to deal with a whole bunch of extras in extensive prosthetics and armor, which would make them sweat while they were moving around, but then when the camera wasn't rolling, it would be a challenge to keep them warm. The way they did most of the orcs was that they wore a rubber mask and then a helmet, and they would need to take them off at regular intervals so the actors could get some air. So in between takes, after the director called, "Cut!" there would also be a cry of, "Heads off!" That meant the dressers would have to rush into the crowd and quickly take off the extras' helmets and masks XD

Because the crew was committed to not damaging any of the flora and fauna in the places where they were filming, even in the location that became the plains of Mordor that Frodo and Sam struggle across, there were little flowers and moss that they wanted to protect (and it was a national park). So they would lay down carpets on the ground for people to walk on, so they wouldn't damage the plant life. I'm sure that made for a strange sight, Frodo and Sam struggling in tattered clothing over rocks and boulders, surrounded by perfectly ordinary rugs XD

To do the decapitation of the Mouth of Sauron, they had a headless dummy sitting there, and Viggo would swipe his sword where the head should be. Then Weta Digital put in the head afterwards.

The lava in Mount Doom was mostly a miniature (except for the set where Sean and Elijah did their part), made from methyl cellulose and other things to make it look like lava. They set it up on a table that they would tilt so it would flow down around the model boulders made from urethane.

Richard Taylor said that, at that time, no one had really done a very good CG bird, so he was especially pleased at how the eagles turned out.

There were about 400 people working in the art department total, and most of them had never worked in the film industry before! @_@

Ngila Dickson's philosophy for the Elves was that none of their "crowns" or headpieces would go upwards, but would fit close around their heads and then go down. That's one of those things I've subconsciously noticed all these years, but never really thought about before.

Apparently, a little bit of the graphite used on Aragorn's armor in the coronation scene kind of puffed out when he and Arwen go in for their kiss, and got on Arwen's dress D: And some well-meaning person tried to rub it off, but only succeeded in spreading it around further, thus ruining the dress. And most of the female characters only had one copy of each costume, because all except for Eowyn don't see battle and thus don't need different versions with varying amounts of wear and tear. They're just made to wear in one or two scenes of them looking pretty and walking through a room. But alas, that lovely green dress was ruined.

They didn't have much time with Sir Ian Holm, so they only had a week to get a mold of his face and make the old-age prosthetics for the Grey Havens. But then word came down that he didn't want to have prosthetics, so they were to just make him look old with makeup. They were really disappointed, but then on the day, Ian Holm saw the prosthetics sitting off in the corner and asked what it was. When they explained, he said it wasn't true, and insisted on them putting the prosthetics on instead.

One thing that was really impressed upon me during this whole commentary (over all three movies) was just how much love and joy all of the crew had for the project. Sometimes you watch a movie or read a book that really means a lot to you, that's changed your life, and you wonder if the people who made it fully grasp what a beautiful thing they've created. These people know. They were fully aware, from start to finish, that they were making something truly great and worthy of praise. And I think that's beautiful.

[madameaug]

Matcha Tea

Pairing: Jimin x Althea (OC)

Synopsis: Althea never had Matcha before. Jimin is sweet enough to take her to a spot he knows.

Konnie's Kafe was the name of the shop Jimin walked hand in hand with Althea. The spot was owned by a sweet Arab woman who Jimin met at one of the many food truck festivals in the city. The shop was a minimalist but modern decore. Tables were stacked toward the front of the restaurant, and the behind the counter is where the bar was.

"It's gorgeous, the lighting is perfect." Althea spoke to her phone camera. Documenting the experience as she usually did with new things she tried. In the camera, the ceiling light gave her a golden-hour look. Skin was poppin!

"Oooo, look at the flavors." Althea flipped the camera to show the blackboard calligraphy hanging above the bar. Cream-colored pendant lights hung above the cash register, and oil paintings of floral and matcha herbs sat behind the light. Little things that, as an interior designer, she loved to pick up on. The air was clean, the furniture was warmy. She could see herself here frequently.

Jimin figured he would try something new. Deciding to join in on the experience of trying something new with Althea. He tilted his neck, letting out pops as he internally figured out what to try.

The matcha and white chocolate combination caught his eye.

Konnie came out of the backroom. Her cheekbones are high as she smiled at the customers.

"What can I get for you all?"

Jimin looked over to his left to see if Althea was ready. She was too caught up in her monologue to notice the social cue Jimin was giving her. With a loving hand, Jimin wrapped his arm across her shoulder, his face coming into view of the camera. He looked at Althea through the camera.

"Ready to order?"

"Yes, sorry. Can I get the tropical matcha, mama?" Jimin read the flavor description.

Matcha, coconut, and mint leaves.

"I would like the midnight matcha." Konnie punched in the orders on the POS system.

Jimin handed Konnie his card before she announced the total. Swiping the card, Jimin thanked her before following Althea to a table. As part of the decor, a flippable hourglass was in the center of the table. Althea rambled, talking about nothing in particular.

In record time, Konnie delivered the drinks to the table. Jimin watched Althea's pupils dilate in real time. Althea's tropical drink had a paper and toothpick tent hanging off the corner of the cup. Brown sugar on the rim appeared like sand, really selling the beach vibes.

"It's gorgeous!" Althea lifted the cup. "Jimin try." She turned the straw toward his mouth.

"You haven't even tried yet yourself." Jimin laughed.

Konnie, watching the two, smiled. Althea reminds her a lot of her bubbly granddaughter. A soul who was experiencing her first life. She was so open to exploration that it was nearly impossible not to love her.

Sipping the drink, Althea pondered. "ten out of ten!"

"Drink your drink, baby." Jimin picked up his drink, enjoying the new flavor he had tried. He gave Konnie a thumbs-up. She smiled, leaving the couple to enjoy their beverages.

In seconds, the sound of air passing through a straw. Jimin, not even a quarter through his drink looked at the empty glass in amazement.

"It was really good." Althea shrugged, tapping her mouth and applying a fresh layer of gloss on her lips.

[talia-rumlow]

Home Sweet Home (AU Brock Rumlow/Original Female Character) 18+ Chapter One

WORDCOUNT: 6267

TRIGGERS: Age Gap, 911 Call, Police

CHAPTER ONE - SOMETHING JUST LIKE THIS!

The blistering Texas sun beamed down on the pavement, smothering downtown Mansfield in an oppressive heat wave. The cloudless sky stretched on in an expanse of clear blue, offering no respite from the sweltering 93°F temperature. The only escapes from the relentless rays were the shady trees in the parks or the cool relief of air conditioning indoors.

As Calleigh locks the office door, she feels the heat radiating in from outside. Having worked in her dad's delivery business for a little over three months now, she easily navigates the building, double-checking that everything is secured for the weekend. Approaching the exit, the intense heat worsens. Calleigh lifts her shirt, revealing a cute pink butterfly piercing on her belly button - a small act of rebellion she got after her first visit with her dad following her mom's move to New York with a new boyfriend. Pushing aside thoughts of New York and the boyfriend she detests, Calleigh fans her exposed stomach with her shirt in a futile attempt to withstand the heat on her way out, silently thanking the universe for Fridays and weekends.

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Brock backs his day-old black Chevrolet Silverado 1500 as close to the garage door as possible. Searching for the key to turn off the engine, he suddenly remembers this truck has a keyless start/stop system—all he has to do is push a button. Brock chuckles a bit of his lack of knowledge about his new car, before he makes a mental note to get used to the new feature.

Though the car met all his needs, Brock struggled to adjust to its high-tech features. While he wanted to embrace the smart house, smart phone, smart car lifestyle, at heart he was old-fashioned. To Brock, a car should just be a car, and a phone just a phone. These days, cars were becoming more like living spaces, packed with extra gadgets and gizmos; and those new phones were multipurpose devices that served not only as phones, but also as calendars, alarm clocks, cameras, journals, and computers. He almost felt that he was too old to keep up, with his 46 years, Brock started to feel that his youth had passed him by long ago.

Placing his toned muscular forearm on the center console; Brock looks over the dashboard. The car's built-in entertainment system was bigger than his nephew's tablet. The right side of the screen informed him that the temperature was a scorching 94°F and climbing; moving over to the left side, where he could decide on what radio station to listen to, operate the car's cameras, use the built-in GPS system, connect his phone via Bluetooth and a bunch of other stuff he'd probably never use.

A quick glance at the clock told him that he had to get to work. He had promised Jack ages ago that he would fix the Oil leak, change the filter, the camshaft belt and do an overall service on the car. But the parts he needed weren't always easy to come by. So here he was, grabbing his mechanic's creeper off his truck, to finally do the job; four months behind schedule.

Brock swings open the garage door, revealing the stunning 1967 Chevy Impala. The sleek black exterior gleams in the sunlight, resembling a rare diamond. Despite its age and need for repairs, the Impala exudes charm, blending masculinity and nostalgic charm. Like Brock, Jack shares a fondness for vintage cars, true American muscle cars such as this. The old cassette player still hums within, and Jack hasn't altered a single detail on the car. There's a palpable sense of trust between them as Brock cherishes the responsibility and level of trust Jack has placed in his hands.

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Calleigh frowned at her license photo. At only 20 years old, she had not yet grown comfortable with her appearance. She felt her nasal bone was too thick, making her eyes seem too far apart. Makeup helped camouflage this to some extent, but no amount of makeup could alter her height. At 5'10", she was taller than average, which made finding flattering clothes a challenge. She often wished she had her mother's petite 5'3" frame, having clearly inherited her stature from the Rollins side of the family. While she could live with her blonde hair, she wished it had more volume. Her lips were too pale and thin for her liking, though makeup could fix that as well. Unlike her mother's ocean blue eyes, Calleigh had green eyes, another Rollins family trait. Glancing in the rearview mirror, Calleigh took stock of herself - blonde hair, blonder in summer; green eyes; lightly pinked lips with distinctive dips cupping her nose; a high forehead. She was a harmonious blend of both parents.

Calleigh connects her phone to the car's entertainment system, the little screen in the middle of the dashboard makes it easy to navigate through spotify to find her song, Coldplay and The Chainsmokers with Something Just Like This. It’s a song that seems fitting for her life right now.

Ever since she moved back to Texas, and Mansfield, she felt like her whole life was already planned for her.

She would get a seat at the board of directors alongside her dad and her grandfather in the delivery business on her 21st birthday in December. It would give her a comfortable and financially steady life, but very few choices.

With an exasperated sigh, Calleigh places her purse in the passenger seat. The black leather seat had small stitched details, a lighter shade of burnt orange in color, along the sides, giving it a more luxurious look.

When her dad had offered to buy her a new car, Calleigh had opted for the Mini Cooper, a car she felt was more suitable for her needs. But Jack had his mind made up on a 2020 Chevrolet Impala, black of course, to have it blend in with the other cars in the garage. After a bit of discussing back and forth, Calleigh had just given up. A car was a car, and she needed one. Although she would have given almost anything to have a convertible right now.

She was thankful for the car, it was nice and spacious with its four doors and five seats, it had room enough for both Calleigh and her friends.

The trunk suited all of her needs with enough room for both grocery shopping and a shopping spree at the local mall. The black leather seats with the burnt orange stitching offered comfort with their user friendly adjustment mechanism. The center console, designed with faux wood, held a spacious storage compartment and a double cup holder, one of which now held the almost empty Venti iced caramel latte that Calleigh got from Starbucks this morning.

The comfortable, highly equipped steering wheel made it easy to answer the phone, change songs, adjust the volume, as well as the heat in the winter. The 2020 Chevy Impala did indeed deliver a luxurious and comfortable driving experience.

She grew up in a well off family, both of her parents came from money. Both the Rollins Delivery Service and the Lewis Jewelry line had been around for generations, earning themselves a good reputation and money to live a more than comfortable life. Despite all of this, Calleigh had never seen herself as spoiled. She knew nothing came for free, that she had to work hard in school, and she had to earn her allowance. Her parents, even if they were never together, had made sure of that.

The drive from downtown Mansfield to South Pointe was roughly 10 to 15 minutes long, depending on traffic. But in this heat, Calleigh feels that it took two hours. Her shirt is sticking to her back, and her throat screams for water to the point where she's about to chug the last of the latte that had been sitting in her car all day. All she wanted was to change into a bikini and spend the rest of the weekend relaxing by the pool in the backyard.

Despite having to spend the weekend alone; without her two best friends. Jessica was preparing for her undergraduate degree, and Molly had been assigned to take a HR Masterclass in Seattle. Her dad was away as well, having a tiny legal crisis in Chicago, he had decided to fly over there himself, to oversee the negotiations. Calleigh looked forward to a weekend by the pool.

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As Calleigh approaches the house, she notices the black Pickup truck that's backed all the way into the now open garage door. Not a truck she recognizes, and they rarely had any other unannounced visitors other than her grandparents or Brock from time to time. But Brock was on a work spree these days. Calleigh hadn’t even seen him since she moved back home; which was strange, because in summertime he practically lived in the garage. Fixing her dad’s various vehicles, as well as his own; whilst sharing some beers with her dad. It was almost so that she thought that they had fallen out. But the legal crisis in Chicago had occupied her dad for quite some time, so that might be it. The two men simply didn't have time for social get-togethers these days. Even Friday Night BBQ was put on hold for the time being.

The Friday Night BBQ was one of Calleigh's most cherished traditions. Her dad and Brock manned the grill while she and her friends frolicked in the pool or yard. As they aged, they took on more duties. Molly routinely brought her signature focaccia and salad— a recipe Calleigh unsuccessfully tried recreating time and time again. Jess handled dessert; her Texas-style peach cobbler was unrivaled, the moist and buttery delight created a sweet symphony on her pallads, and topped with a scoop of peach ice cream, it became unresistable no matter how much anyone had for dinner. Occasionally Molly's mom and Jess's parents joined, packing the expansious backyard with joy, nostalgia, and hearty laughter.

With the memories of time well spent, playing like a movie in her head, Calleigh drives past the house at 2 mph as she examines the truck that's parked in front of the garage. A black Silverado, newer model. Having grown up with a father like Jack, with his fondness for cars, she's picked up a thing or ten. Of course it also helped that she spent numerous afternoons at the Rumlow garage in her early teens, when her dad worked late, or her mom spent time with that new boyfriend.

Calleigh's body goes cold when she remembers the 67 Impala in the garage. Jack's favorite car. He spent years finding the perfect one. If someone is trying to steal it, or parts from it; Jack would go ballistic. And given his military background, it'll not be pretty. For a second Calleigh feels like a six-year old, not knowing what to tell her parents when she broke a glass or spilled water on her bed.

Though South Pointe was a gated community, there were no guards on site. To enter, you needed either a code from a resident or a chip that automatically opened the gate. With the recent expansions and the constant flow of workers going in and out, it was easy for anyone to get in, whether they belonged there or not. And with a truck like the new Silverado, you could easily drive in, fill the spacious bed with whatever you were stealing; and then drive back out, without anyone raising a brow.

Calleigh takes a deep breath, weighing her options. Should she call the police or confront the person in the garage herself? Having spent four years in New York, she knows how to handle situations and always keeps pepper spray in her purse, even in Mansfield, where crime rates are lower. Despite the safer environment, she's aware that appearances can be deceiving, and anyone could pose a threat.

Turning her car at the end of the street, Calleigh retrieves her phone from her purse, its cute pink cover with butterflies and faux diamonds contrasting with the ominous atmosphere she envisions in the garage. Without overthinking, she dials 9-1-1.

“9-1-1, what’s your emergency?” a calm female voice responds after a few rings.

“I'm.…I think someone is breaking into my house,” Calleigh says, suddenly unsure if 9-1-1 was the right choice.

“Are you in the house, ma’am?” The voice persists. Calleigh hesitates, considering whether to hang up and face the intruder alone. “Ma’am, are you inside the house?” the voice repeats.

“N..no. I.. I'm outside.. In my car. I don't know what to do. I… I..” Calleigh is desperate, on the verge of crying. She can't remember the last time she didn't want to be home alone. But this is one of those times.

“What's your name ma'am?” The voice continues, still in that calm tone.

Calleigh takes a breath “Calleigh Lewis Rollins.” She replies, with a shaky breath. Trying to calm down her beating heart.

“Do you know if they're armed?” The woman on the phone continues. Calleigh feels that ice cold feeling in her stomach. Armed? She didn't think about that at all. What if they're armed, what does she do then?

“I don't know. I don't know!” She shakily replies. Her voice on the verge of breaking. Without realizing that she does, she reaches for her pepper spray. The little 3 inch pink container designed as a keychain was easy to carry around, easy to use and it had a neutral design, which made it perfect to carry around for self defense.

“Calleigh, calm down. You're going to be fine. I'll dispatch a unit to your location. What's your address?” The voice continues in a calm soothing manner, which helps to calm Calleigh down.

“2837 Chandler Court” Calleigh replies, happy that she remembered the address. She hasn't lived here too long, and in this particular situation it's things like that that usually slips.

“Do you have any firearms in the house?” Another question about guns. It's not that Calleigh wasn't used to them, it was just that in this situation, guns didn't feel like a safe topic. And this is Texas, everyone has firearms.

“Y..Yeah, we have some. Seven or ten maybe.” Calleigh replies as she does a mental runthrough of the house, trying to remember where Jack keeps all his guns. The gun cabinet in the living room, the hide away cabinet in his bedroom, and the safe in the….. garage. Calleigh takes another shaky breath as she imagines some bad ass crocks breaking into that safe.

“I've dispatched a unit to your location. They'll be there in about ten minutes. And Calleigh, please lock the doors, and stay in the car until the unit arrives.” The voice on the phone informs her, still calm and collected. Calleigh can't believe how they manage to be this calm with people in shock, pain, rage, people who're scared out of their minds. But now, today, she's extremely thankful for it.

Clenching the container with pepper spray in her hand, Calleigh almost whispers into the phone “Yes. Thank you.”

“Calleigh, please stay in the car.” The lady on the phone says again. But Calleigh can hardly hear it. She flips the top of the container in her hand, as she hangs up the phone, and slowly exits the car.

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With half an eye on the wrench around the unwilling screw, and half an eye on the bucket for the oil, Brock tries to get the screw to give. His left foot firmly planted on the concrete garage floor to steady himself, as he struggles to get the screw loose. His biceps flexing, the veins on his arm popping. His teeth clenched in concentration, and the sweat dripped from his forehead.

Brock applies just a bit more muscle power, determined to get the screw to give. The sweat on his hands makes him lose his grip around the wrench. His hand flies up, hitting the car, as the wrench falls to the floor, creating an echo around the oversized garage. “Aaaa, fuck,” he almost screams, as he shakes his hand to try to ease the pain.

The sound of metal hitting concrete, the echo that follows and the screaming make Calleigh jump. Her heart is beating out of her chest, and that ice cold feeling in her stomach comes back. Yes, the 9-1-1 dispatcher told her to lock the doors and stay in the car. But ten minutes? They should know how much damage that can be done within ten minutes. She had to leave the car. But with the screaming and the noise. Maybe she should've stayed put. Anyway, it's too late for that now.

Calleigh places her thumb on the top of the pepper spray container. “Stop what you're doing I have a weapon!” She yells, surprised by how firm her voice is, she lifts the container, ready to attack.

Brock jumps under the car from the voice yelling, something about a weapon. Startled, he tries to sit up, but since he's under the car, sitting up only serves for him to bang his head against the car. “Fuck! Shit! Don't shoot, I'm unarmed!” He yells back in a haste. Quickly moving the creeper, so he can stand up.

Getting up faster than he's ever done before, raising his arms to show whoever it is that he is indeed unarmed. “Don't shoot! I'm un-,” when he sees Calleigh he stops for a second “armed….” He breathes out in surprise at the woman standing before him. Beautiful. That's the only thing he can say about her; Silently in his mind of course.

Calleigh carefully drinks in the man in front of her. His well-worn jeans sit comfortably on his hips, a cloth tucked into the right side. His V-shaped lower abdomen is unlike anything she's seen before, leading up to a six-pack and impressive pecs that could be straight out of a commercial. The oil stains and sweat on his upper body add a sexy touch. Moving upward, she notices strong pecs lightly dusted with chest hair. As she lifts her face, broad-toned shoulders barely register in her mind compared to the veiny upper arms that make her knees feel weak. Before fully revealing the rest, she takes a breath and discovers a strong jawline, dark facial hair, followed by soft, playful, and kissable lips, a broad nose perfectly placed on his flawless face. As her gaze reaches further, she encounters two soft hazel brown eyes adorned with dark lashes and brows. Calleigh's heart skips a beat, and in surprise, she breathes out, "Brock?”

Brock had never seen such beauty and grace. Calleigh had blossomed into a stunning woman, with shoulder-length blonde locks with a few curls framing her face. Her soft pink lips were slightly parted in surprise, complementing her petite nose and accentuating the delicate curves of her upper lip. Her emerald eyes shone like gemstones, undoubtedly a Rollins family trait.

Brock swallows, his heart does a jump in his chest. “Calleigh?” His voice carried a bit of surprise. He remembered Calleigh as a rebellious 16-year old, getting belly-button piercings without permission. He did not expect this God sent beauty. And he's not sure how he should react. This is Jack's daughter. He shouldn't feel his heart jump like this because of her.

Jesus Christ, Calleigh thinks for herself. Did she just think about Brock's lips as kissable? Brock Rumlow? Her dad's best friend. Naha, no way. Take it back, take it back, take it back; she repeats the three words again and again in her head, like a mantra. It's all in vain, when Brock's lips slowly curl up into a half smile. His upper lip on the left side curls up, revealing his teeth. Calleigh feels drawn to it. It's like magnetism, an invisible force that's dragging her towards him. She swallows in a desperate attempt to keep her heart out of her throat. It's Brock, Calleigh! He's over 40 years old, and your dad's best friend; the voice in her head screams to her at this point.

"What errr..." Brock takes the cloth from his jeans and wipes his hands on it before continuing. "What are you doing here?" he questions, his eyes traveling over her. Her short-sleeved white shirt reveals the small dips by her collarbone, and Brock's fingers twitch as his mind imagines gliding his fingertips over them. He knows he shouldn't feel this way. Why does he feel this way? Further down the shirt lays tight over her breasts, Brock swallows from the sight of them. Jesus, get it together, Brock; he silently curses at himself.

“I live here.” Calleigh replies, before he can take in the rest of her. She rubs her hand on her neck. The garage offers shade and a living temperature, but she can still feel the heat from outside. And looking at Brock all sweaty and sexy isn't helping at all. “What are you doing here?” She continues, she knows that's a stupid question. He was on his creeper, under the car when she came in, and the oil stains are also a big giveaway.

“I'm fixing your Dad’s car,” Brock answers her question with a little smile, and a tap on the hood of the Impala. “How's that neighborhood watch thing going for ya?” He adds with a little chuckle.

“Huh?” Calleigh feels like she just fell out of the sky. And she imagines that it must look that way too.

Brock gestures with his head to the container in her right hand, and Calleigh looks down to see her thumb still firmly placed on the top of it. Quickly putting the cap back on, she puts her hand behind her back. “It's nothing. It's just…” she tries, but the damage is already done. The only thing she can hope for now, is that Brock won't tell Jack about it.

“For protection?” Brock asks, as he wipes his abs with the cloth. When Calleigh doesn't answer, he continues. “New York taught you a few things huh?” He delivers the question with an understanding head tilt.

Calleigh takes a breath “Yeah I guess you could say—“ she’s interrupted by sirens approaching.

Brock lets out a little laugh “You called the cops on me.” It's more of a statement than a question. Calleigh feels a rush of embarrassment, as Brock lets out another friendly laugh.

“Not so much on you.. I..” Calleigh starts, moving her legs nervously. “I.. I thought you were someone else,” she tries, but without any kind of words to complete that sentence.

“Well, guess I can only hope that they won't arrest me,” Brock continues to chuckle, as he swings the cloth over his left shoulder, and walks outside to face the police.

Calleigh stays behind for a second or two before she shakes her head and lets out an exasperating breath. This is too embarrassing. Did she really call the cops on Brock? Jesus, she's never going to hear the end of this. This'll be one of those stories that'll be mentioned in a speech at her wedding. She can just hear it in her head ‘And you can feel totally safe, Calleigh will protect her terf whatever the cost. I remember…’ Shaking her head again, she walks outside as well.

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Not one, not two, but three units showed up. Thank you so much brain, for mentioning all the firearms in the house. Calleigh thinks to herself. Thankfully the misunderstanding was easy to clear up. Two of the officers knew Brock, which was understandable since Brock owned the only garage around that was certified to work on the police vehicles. And of course it helped that both the Lewis and the Rollins name was well known around these parts.

Just as the officers are leaving, Calleigh spots Mrs. Callahan across the street, coming out of her house with her walker. Mrs. Callahan was this tiny 4’9" little old lady, with long gray frizzy hair, she always wore white compression socks, a skirt with flower patterns on, a white shirt, a home knitted cardigan and brown slippers, she had lived across the street since forever. She was a really nice old lady, but she put her nose into absolutely everything.

“Miss Calleigh.” She yells across the street, with what little voice she has left. “Miss Calleigh, is everything alright?” She continues, as she walks across the street towards them.

“Yeah, Mrs. Callahan, everything is fine. Don’t worry.” Calleigh smiles at the old lady.

“I saw the police. Are you sure everything is alright? How's your father? Jack is such a sweetheart, don't you think?” Mrs. Callahan continues to talk. The thing with Mrs. Callahan was that after her husband passed away a few years ago, she had become very chatty. And if she started, there was almost no way of stopping her.

“Everything is perfectly fine Mrs. Callahan. It was just a misunderstanding” Brock shoots in, sending Calleigh an amused look when he says misunderstanding. “I can assure you that you can sleep safely.” He continues, giving the old lady a protective smile.

“O..Okay” Mrs. Callahan nods to Brock. Then she stops. “Would you be so kind as to walk an old lady back home, Brock?” She continues with her distinct old lady voice.

Brock sends Calleigh a small smile, before he offers his arm to Mrs. Callahan. When they start the short walk over the street, Calleigh can hear her say ‘Such a sweetheart, such a sweetheart’ over and over again. Calleigh can't help but smile. Both from the old lady calling Brock a sweetheart, and from the fact that Brock seriously makes her heart jump, and her stomach swoop. Both of which are feelings she's never had before.

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Calleigh has just finished maneuvering her car into the garage when Brock returns. Still wearing nothing but his well worn work jeans, with oil stains and rips on them. And then that body. Calleigh swallows hard to not let out any type of sound that can give away how she reacts to this man.

“You want Apple pie?” Brock asks, holding up two Apple pies, one in each hand. “Because I have two of them,” he continues, looking from Calleigh to the pies, and then back to Calleigh again.

Mrs. Callahan might be nosy to the point where Calleigh almost felt uneasy about it. But the old lady did make the most delicious Apple pies. Sweet, zesty and sugary. With the most amazing Granny Smith apples, cooked until perfection, with that sweet taste of cinnamon, a pinch of nutmeg and sugar. Calleigh remembers them from the block parties when she was a little girl. Finishing up her dinner as fast as possible, to make sure she could grab a slice before they were all gone. Her mouth still goes watery when she thinks about it.

“She gave you two?” Calleigh laughs. Smiling wide. Partly for the thought of eating Mrs. Callahan's Apple pies again and partly from the thought that she might sit down with Brock and eat them. Why is that thought so prominent? It's not like Brock hasn't had dinner or food in general in this house before. She practically grew up with him around.

“Two isn't enough?” Brock questions, placing the two pies on the roof of Calleigh's car, before he starts to turn around. “Because I'm pretty sure I can get like five more,” he continues as he starts to leave the garage. Brock chides himself. What the hell is wrong with him? Why is he suddenly acting like a fuckin' teenager? Playing stupid flirting games, so that Calleigh will try to stop him, touch him. Jesus, Brock. He thinks for himself. Calleigh must think he's insane.

“No, no, no,” Calleigh hastily replies, grabbing Brock's wrist. “Two is –,” she involuntarily stops mid sentence from the sensation of Brock's skin against her palm. “Two is fine.. it's –” she continues, meeting his eyes as she lets go of his wrist. One of Brock's fingertips brushes over her palm, sending waves of shivers up her arm “perfect” she breathes out.

“Alrighty then,” Brock smiles, as he once again takes the pies. “Just heat them on 350, for 15 to 20 minutes, and we'll have ourselves a treat,” he continues as he opens the door that leads from the garage into the house.

Calleigh examines his broad and perfectly toned backside. His jeans fit perfectly over his behind. Calleigh swallows again. Stop it, she once again tells herself. “Maybe have a shower first?” She suggests, before she follows Brock. A shower? Really, Calleigh? She thinks to herself, the thought of naked Brock in the shower makes her want to slap herself. Cold shower it is. A really cold shower.

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Calleigh locks the door to the downstairs bathroom, before leaning her forehead against the door. Oh,God. Is she stupid? It's frickin Brock for God's sake. What is she thinking? Turning around, she leans her back against the door, as she glances over the bathroom.

The bathroom had undergone a luxurious renovation. The once white walls were now covered in sleek black and gold marble tiles that gave the space a rich feel. The wood-look flooring stretched out, making the room seem spacious. Acoustic panels in complementary black and wood tones lined the ceiling. Gone was the indoor jacuzzi that Calleigh loved as a child, replaced by a double waterfall shower. Concrete shelves anchored the masculine vanity area. Perched atop were two oval basins crafted from natural river stone, marrying masculinity with luxury. A sauna for four to six sat in one corner, unused but admittedly stylish. Though unfamiliar, Calleigh had to concede the new bathroom was rather nice looking.

Stepping away from the door, Calleigh removes her work clothes, tossing them in the laundry basket by the door. Before she steps into the shower, she once again takes a look at herself in the mirror. She looks… What's the word? Young and inexperienced. Small breasts, though still firm and pointing the ‘right’ way, they're still small. Narrow hips. Damnit! Why does she care so much about this all of a sudden? Brock.. Like he would ever want someone like her. “Why do you care, Calleigh?” She says to the mirror, before she enters the shower.

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The guest bathroom upstairs offers every accommodation a guest might need, whether it was a short or a longer stay. The modern design, such as the subway tiles in the shower, the floating shelves for towels and toiletries, the bathtub, with it's spa-like bath pillow, and the shower curtain, resting on a black shower rod, that stretched from one wall to another, mixed with the intricate black and white pattern on the floor tiles it gave the room a contemporary yet nostalgic charm.

Brock leans forward in the shower, leaning his arms against the wall as he lets the water wash over his neck, dripping down over his eyes and nose. He takes a deep breath. He'd almost forgotten that feeling. Aside from the fact that he'd promised himself to never go down that path again, he had to admit that it did feel good. That warm feeling, that was pumped out in his entire body with every heartbeat. That childish need for physical contact. But no. He couldn't do this. Not with her. Not with Calleigh. He's 26 years older than her, old compared to her. Though he was in good physical shape, he was still older than her. A lot older. After he took his therapist's advice to work out more to clear his head, his workout routine had become his safe place. A place where he didn’t have to think about Iraq or Afghanistan or Taylor. Just thinking about her name makes him feel cold. Calleigh, he thinks for himself. Calleigh with the gemstone eyes and perfect lips. Calleigh with the soft skin he felt when his fingers brushed over her palm. Calleigh… Yeah, Calleigh’s better. Calleigh’s definitely better. Fuck, what is he doing?

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Calleigh looks between the knee-length tights and the white cotton shorts, weighing her options. The tights that cover more of her body or the comfortable shorts that's more suitable for this weather. God, this is just stupid. And why would Brock care anyway? Why does she care? Since when did what she wore around Brock become an issue? Opting for the shorts, she rolls her eyes at herself and her teenage-like thinking. The shorts fit better with the top anyway, and for some reason it feels important to look good right now.

After meticulously applying her make-up, Calleigh takes a good long look in the mirror. Her white shirt, with the blue and white butterfly pattern on the front sits perfectly on her body, hugging what's supposed to be hugged. Well, more like what's there to actually be hugged. Pouting a bit to her reflection and shaking her head at herself, she turns around checking if everything is in its right place. The straps on her bra are visible due to the shirts open back. After a few unsuccessful attempts trying to fix that issue, Calleigh gives up. Visible straps are better than a bikini anyway. No poolside relaxing today, there's no way she'll be strolling around in a tiny bikini with Brock around.

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The red light that indicates that the oven has reached its wanted temperature turns off, and Calleigh places the two pies into the oven. Thankful that Brock wasn't done upstairs yet. Those feelings she gets when he's around. They're… Calleigh doesn't even have the words to describe them. Sure she's been in love before, or at least smittened. She even had boyfriends, not too many or to long lasting, but still. But the feeling never lasted. And it was never like this. That feeling of her stomach doing gymnastics inside of her. What is that? Looking at the pies warming in the oven. Calleigh tries to make some sense out of all these emotions.

“Wouldn't it be funnier to… I don't know, watch a movie or something?” The voice suddenly talking over Calleigh's head startles her to the point where she hastily stands up. Banging her head into Brock's chin. “Ouch” Brock breathes out as he lets his hand glide over his chin.

“Oh, God,” Calleigh replies. Her expression is a mix of embarrassment and guilt. “I'm so sorry. Are you okay?” She continues, and without realizing that she does she lifts her arm to touch him where they collided. His rugged facial hair tickles her fingers as she carefully let them glide over his chin.

“I gotta say that your self-defense technique is a little unorthodox,” Brock smiles. “But it works, it definitely works,” he continues. The feeling he gets from Calleigh's touch is unlike anything he's ever felt before. A mix of excitement, guilt and that warm feeling spreading throughout his body.

Calleigh can't help but laugh. Brock always used to be funny, kinda like the cool uncle she never had since both her parents were an only child. She can remember millions of times when she was younger. Brock taking her to amusement parks, Brock dressing up as various animals or superheroes for her birthday parties, Brock letting her ride shotgun with him, even though Jack had told him not to. But for some reason the funny he shows her now, that funny feels different.

Suddenly realizing she's still touching him, Calleigh reatracts her hand, covering it with the other hand as she gives Brock an apologetic smile. What's gotten into her? Why does she feel like this around him all of a sudden?

“Is your head alright?” Brock asks, almost instantly regretting his poor choice of words. “From the… err.. bump,” he adds, when he sees the confusion on Calleigh's face. He lifts his hand, and carefully lets it glide over her head.

“Yeah”, Calleigh breathes out as she once again meets Brock's eyes. “I'm…” she continues, as Brock's hand glides down to her neck before stopping on her shoulder. “Good..” Whispering the last word so low that she's not sure Brock even hears it. It's definitely a connection between them. Or is it? Is she fooling herself? And if that's the case, then why?

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The evening goes on. With Apple pies, ice cream, a movie on TV and a phone call from a worried Jack.

Mrs. Callahan had called him, and told him about the police being at the house. No surprise there. After about 14 failed attempts to call Calleigh, Jack had resolved to call Brock. Overprotective as he was, he was worried out of his mind. Before Brock explained how everything really went down, Jack was like two seconds away from jumping on the first flight back home. But after some discussion back and forth Brock had told him that he'd stay with Calleigh for the duration of Jack's stay in Chicago. For Calleigh, Jack's overprotectiveness in this situation was both a blessing and a curse. A blessing since this meant that she could spend some more time with Brock, and a curse for that exact same reason.

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After getting ready for bed, and before she turns off the lights, Calleigh sends a message in the group chat she shares with Molly and Jess.

‘Call me ASAP. I need to talk.’

No matter if there's a connection there or not, Calleigh needs to talk to someone about this. It's way too heavy to carry by herself. And what better people to talk to, than her two best friends.

Next Chapter ------->

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Cyberchase - Revising Digit's Backstory (part 2)

The Hacker was more organized for the Gollywood bank heist than he was with the armored cars. He was the man in the recharger chair monitoring the situation, as he could not risk being seen. Digit did much of the covert work of quietly unlocking doors and drilling holes in walls, as The Hacker could not risk losing his most valuable henchman. Buzz and Delete were there for the crowd control and heavy lifting, as they were too stupid to be trusted with anything else.

The bank heist went well at first. The Hacker hacked into the security cameras and set them to only show a looping video on the security monitors. Buzz and Delete tore apart the alarm system as instructed. However, in their fumbling, they also tore apart the phone system, which wasn't part of the plan. Digit opened the vault without any difficulty. They vacuumed up Snelfu after Snelfu into a small fleet of remote-controlled Cybercoupes. As each Cybercoupe filled, it was sent back to the Northern Frontier via a different route. If a Cybercoupe was intercepted, it was set to blow-up to hide the navigational data. The Hacker quickly became a multi-millionaire.

However, even The Hacker could not anticipate everything. As the Cyber-sun began to rise, the guard watching the monitors realized that the cameras were still showing nighttime. The guard was not alarmed yet. They thought that maybe the cameras were malfunctioning. The guard attempted to call their supervisor, but the line was dead. Recognizing that they were cut off and fearing for their safety, the guard pressed the button to set off the alarm. Nothing happened. This confirmed the guard's fears that the system had been tempered with.

At this point, another worker was able to alert the Gollywood PD. The Hacker pulled everyone out. Digit was able to escape unseen, but Buzz and Delete were caught. The Hacker knew that he was in trouble, as Buzz and Delete would tell everyone who he was, and where his base of operations was. Without a proper ship like the Grim Wreaker, he became a sitting duck.

Digit was able to disguise himself as a guard, pick the lock to the holding cell, and bring them out. However, there was no time to ruin the security cameras. For the first time, Digit's face, albeit disguised, was associated with the crime. By the time Buzz and Delete were retrieved, they had mentioned the name "The Hacker", with an emphasis on the "The". But that name meant nothing in Gollywood, and the police had no idea where the money had gone.

However, the heist of the Bank of Gollywood was a big deal. Nine million Snelfus were lost. The armored truck heists were allowed to remain local affairs, but something this big went straight to Motherboard. At this point, The Hacker laid low. His money was hidden in Valussa. He sent Buzz and Delete away to a Cyber-Cheese factory, where they could blend in with many more Botopolis kit robots. The remote-controlled Cyber-Coupes were destroyed across Cyberspace. Then, all The Hacker had for transport was the slow pod that he was banished in. And all The Hacker had for an ally and caretaker was Digit.

Motherboard and Dr. Marbles were shown what little evidence remained. The two captured bots had claimed to have been working for someone called "The Hacker", but they had escaped before any further questioning could be done. There was also footage of the last time the bots were seen, where they were being led away from the prison by a guard. Motherboard and Dr. Marbles recognized Digit through the disguise, but they decided to hold that information back, as they were in disbelief over seeing him again.

The Hacker and Digit were put on trial for the crime, in spite of the lack of evidence. The prosecution presented The Hacker as a cunning mastermind causing chaos beyond what Cyberspace had ever seen, with Digit as his purpose-built tool. The Hacker presented himself as a sick Cyborg with a broken power supply living out his exile. He arrived in a recharger chair cobbled together from odds and ends that he (truthfully) needed to survive.

The entire Northern Frontier was searched for the Snelfus or any alternate forms of transport, but nothing was found. Without the two bots, the stolen Snelfus, or any reasonable transport to cross Cyberspace to reach Gollywood, the entire case against The Hacker rested on the idea that Digit worked alongside The Hacker during the heist. However, without the information from Dr. Marbles or Motherboard, they could not prove that he was in the guard uniform. Digit took the stand and denied any involvement for himself or The Hacker with the bank heist or the prison break.

As part of the questioning, Digit was asked about The Hacker's prior crime of stealing the Encryptor Chip, and whether he believed that The Hacker had tried to take over Cyberspace at the time. Digit's reply was "Well of course I do! I retrieved the chip and turned him in to Motherboard for it!". With the reveal that Digit had previously foiled The Hacker's theft of the Encryptor Chip, there was no way to convince anyone that he had helped The Hacker in the Gollywood bank heist. The prosecution's case imploded.

Though Motherboard believed that The Hacker had done it, she was bound by the laws. The Hacker and Digit were acquitted, and the Cyber-Constitution ensured that they could not be tried again for the Gollywood Heist. Shortly after The Hacker left the courtroom, Buzz and Delete quietly returned to him from the Cyber-cheese factory.

The Hacker's wealth was gradually retrieved from Valussa and used to fund the construction of the Grim Wreaker. There were times when Digit yearned for the old days when they both worked at Control Central, but any serious idea of leaving The Hacker had left him. He wasn't even sure when that had happened. Maybe it had been that first ride to Valussa. Hacker had been so quiet, trying to keep himself alive with what little power Motherboard had so cruelly marooned him with.

Meanwhile, Motherboard and Dr. Marbles were distraught. They realized at last that Digit had been instrumental in saving Cyberspace once already. There was no doubt now that he would have never gone willingly with The Hacker. No, their theory was that Digit had been abducted, they had failed to act, and that The Hacker had reprogrammed him to prevent further betrayals. They desperately wanted to save him, but forcibly reprogrammed borgs were an absolute nightmare of red tape to deal with. They needed time to build a case.

With the Grim Wreaker completed, and still millions of Snelfus left-over, The Hacker was ready announce himself to the world. But it wouldn't be another bank heist this time. With his money out of Valussa, and no further use for the site's armored cars, he had no reason to keep their lights on.

And so, The Hacker revealed his power to all of Cyberspace. Buzz and Delete were delighted, for what that was worth. Digit, on the other hand, found himself feeling sick. This wasn't an armored car dumping its money and having it blamed on rust. This wasn't a big bank getting drained. This was an entire Cybersite being conquered and dropping off the map. He thought back to the theft of the Encryptor Chip, the first and last time he had stood against The Hacker. Had Motherboard and Dr. Marbles been right to send The Hacker away after all? He thought back to that first armored car, when it had just been him and The Hacker. He had only wanted to get him the money to keep them both alive. It had seemed like no big deal back then, when The Hacker was so weak and desperate. The Hacker wasn't weak anymore.

But then, what was Digit supposed to do? The Hacker would surely punish him if he tried to defect now. And where would he go? He knew he couldn't go back to Motherboard. From the armored car heists, to the bank robbery, to freeing Buzz and Delete, to ruining the court case against The Hacker, Digit knew he was a bad guy now. Nothing he could do would change that. The Hacker had only had one chance, a chance that he had thrown away by stealing the encryptor chip. Digit knew that he had received many more chances than that, and he had thrown the last one away in that courtroom.

No, he had to do something to stop The Hacker. Even if he couldn't side with Motherboard, he had to side with Valussa. Digit decided to send a coded message down to Valussa. If they could figure it out, they would be saved. Maybe, just maybe, The Hacker wouldn't find out this time. A future of armored trucks and banks would be better than this.

At that point, Dr Marbles had arrived at Valussa to assess the situation. The circuits were scrambled, and it had been done by someone who knew how to make the repairs as difficult as possible. There was no doubt that The Hacker had done it personally. Still, without inside information, this was going to take ages to repair. Motherboard had insisted that she would be fine while he was away, and that his priority was to save Valussa. And so, he started from the site's endpoint, with its known power requirements. He needed to work out the correct position of each node in the giant tangled circuit.

And then the coded message came through. It was Digit's work. His writing style was all over it. But why was he sending it? Was this some sort of taunt? Surely, The Hacker would approve a taunt to be sent without writing it in code.

Still, the code wasn't hard to work out.

"MOVE MOON RAY LEFT TWO FEET"

Dr. Marbles read the message over and over again. Was this some kind of trick? Was it really this simple? Dr. Marbles made some calculations, this time starting from the moon. Yes, even among the mess of circuits, there was an alternate path there. Moving the moon ray left by two feet would re-activate the site. It was almost as if The Hacker had left an alternate path on purpose so that he could make a big show of turning on the lights later. Marbles gave the order, and the site was restored. After everything, Digit had saved Valussa.

Unfortunately, The Hacker was also able to break the code. He was aware of Digit's betrayal. And this time, he had two more henchman, a few million Snelfus, and a large ship. There was no reason to be calm this time. No, this time, The Hacker was enraged. After everything they had been through together, Digit had ruined him again. First, The Hacker had lost the Encryptor Chip, and now he had lost the very first site he tried to take over.

Of course, Digit needed to be caged. If this was some attempt to defect to Motherboard, then The Hacker had to quash that immediately. Digit was still his perfect machine, and he had given him all sorts of useful abilities. if Digit stood in opposition to The Hacker, it would ruin him.

But Digit was not so easily caged. After all, he still had his beak, purpose-built by The Hacker to open such locks. And so, he made his escape.

The Hacker refused to give up, of course. The Grim Wreaker roared past Valussa in pursuit of Digit. The only option available to Digit was Control Central. Sure, between the bank and the armored cars, he was terrified of what Motherboard might do to him. Still, if there was anyone that could cause The Hacker to flee, it would be her.

Buzz and Delete pleaded with The Hacker to turn away from Control Central, as they feared Motherboard's wrath. However, he would not listen. The Hacker was just too damn mad. What had started as a small show of power in an insignificant cybersite...what had started at armored truck robberies...had become a full frontal assault on her. This wasn't part of the plan. The breach wasn't there. The virus wasn't there. Motherboard was still the same bastion of strength as before. But Motherboard would not have his bird, even if Hacker had to crush it against the site's dome.

As both Digit and the Grim Wreaker neared Control Central, Motherboard opened a portal. With The Hacker closing in, Digit reluctantly entered the portal. The Grim Wreaker attempted to follow.

And Motherboard put her foot down.

And so, Digit was face-to-face with Motherboard again after so long. The dome of Control Central's main room reminded him of the bird cage he had just left. And he wasn't stupid enough to try drilling his way out of this one. Not when she had eyes all of the room. Her first question was "Are you hurt?". He knew his wing was broken. "I'm fine. Thank you," he replied. He felt her running medical scans almost immediately. "Your wing is broken," she said. He wondered when she had bought a medical scanner calibrated for Cy-boids.

Motherboard continued. "I can help fix it, but I need your permission to power you down first." Powering down seemed like a good idea right about now. Digit nodded, and Motherboard powered him down. When Digit awoke later, he was in his old bed. For a moment, he had some hope that everything had just been a bad dream. Maybe he would get up, join The Hacker in the Legacy Communications Array (LCA) for its near-constant maintenance needs, and everything would be like how it had been before.

But, of course, The Hacker was nowhere to be found. Everything Digit had done was real. And now, he was in Control Central. He wasn't really in the same room as Motherboard. No, Motherboard was the room, more or less. Her eyes were everywhere. Her sensors were everywhere. Every wall in the place had at least one layer of circuit boards behind it, hence the removable decorative panels.

With no other option, Digit arrived in the main control room. Dr. Marbles was at the keyboard, and Motherboard was on-screen.

To be continued

[boyakishantrinity]

Click, clack, clunk.

BANG.

Firing across the range, gun loaded and striking targets kilometres away. Somehow, the conventional weapons were not the actual reason he were there.

He'd paid a pretty penny, an anonymous individual named "Boyakishan" had taken a bribe to someone with links related to the underground of humans.

Nobody explained anything, one moment lowering into a dunny, pushed into a shop, then a cell before being lifted out of a truck by a large man. Then a brunette human was now walking him towards a bunker door, closing the door behind the Galv as the elevator moved. Lowering, glass panels showing the massive warehouse. What looked like crates of portable black hole generators just casually placed near the elevator. Levels flowing past him, flames erupting out a level, people testing gear near the elevator space.

Anti gravity weaponry, the edge biospheres, entrances to further sections.

The Galv might as well have been moving between worlds, the humans had spatial technology, already jumping leaps and bounds in the thirty years of recognising the UFA. An action that was more than a little insult by an individual known as "Beta".

Whoever it was, the humans remained tight lipped, with their underground practically an extension of their UEN. Well, as an ambassador. He could not not appreciate how much control the UEN had over their inner workings.

Humans has disseminated through the underground, with whispers of a new organisation conducting business. "Wolves".

Whoever they were, their links stretched across the systems. Spreading out like pollen, guards, weaponry, setting up stalls with associated groups.

Highly efficient, but largely passive. Barely a few branches of a greater organisation. "Mercenary Guild".

Alongside several names, a cabal of the best in the dark and light. Thirty years...

Looking up, the elevator growing dark as it seemed to switch gears.

"Watch your head."

Reva Galvi amongst froze in place, that. That was his local language. Looking towards the marked out camera, the big metal box largely for show as the door opened up.

He dropped to the ground, sliding onto the floor with a dazed look, the woman around the space all wearing masks, guns, blades, eyes turning to look at the alien. Reva looked back, getting to his feet as one of them stepped forward. Dark haired, a black covering mask over her face as a voice called out.

"Reva Galvi?"

He'd been let in, the woman ignoring his questions, the robotic voice tinged with an Australian accent as she sat down.

"How do you want your data?"

"I- You speak Gav?"

Looking back at him, flipping a radio device to her hand, a pool of something, specially tempered glass as the woman sat onto the desk.

"... This. This is-"

"Level 8 tech, that's like. Uhhh. Rose?"

Several drones popped out of sockets as the girl stumbled, low range light emitters flickering as the tiny cloud projected a woman beside her. Legs crossed, also wearing a mask.

"50000 credits. Moron."

The cloud smashed into her nose, flickering to rise back towards the wall, what took second causing him to pause.

"... that- Are you part of the Wolves?"

"... Uh huh. So, what do you want? CD? Floppy Disk? Cassette? Text? PNG? Paper?"

Tapping the window behind her, the tech displaying the images as he looked at the increasing ways to store the device.

"I. You. How-"

"... Uh huh, USB it is."

Pulling down a painting, tossing the small metal item to the man as she flips over the table. Flipping to sit backwards, twirling to slap her legs in front of him.

"I. You. What kind of organisation is this??"

Looking up at the woman, the masked individual putting back the various items she'd toppled pausing as she looked back at him.

"... Oh, right. You wanted an interview too. Uhhh. Mercenary Guild company."

"... You're a union?"

Shaking her head, the Galvi taking a seat as she looks down to him.

"Not really? We're more like. Streamlining the criminal underworld."

"... How do you streamline-"

The woman kicked open a hidden drawer.

"crack?"

The wooden panel showing the white drug, the alien looking at it.

"uhhh."

"Benzoylmethylecgonine?"

"... Uh, no thanks."

"Your loss."

Kicking the drawer shut, nonchalant as the man lifts the USB.

"... A few questions. So this contains all the data?"

"Yep."

"... And how much does this 'USB' have in total?"

"the data's. Terabytes if you only count the key data."

"... How much data can this data storage device hold in total, and the data I have requested?"

"... Uhhh, a little under half a petabyte. And like. 8 Petabytes?"

"... Excuse me?"

The woman shrugged.

"Hey, Mo- Boya commissioned us, we added all the context around the event since all you asked for was information on the Knights, Bitches and Wolves."

"... So, I could ask for anything and you'd send it?"

The woman paused at that, hesitating.

"... Technically yes, ask and after a little paperwork you should be able to get it."

"So, slaves?"

"... Yeah. We've got a few markets, but you will need to sign an NDA."

"... NDA?"

The man looked at her, sitting on the chair, relaxing on the couch, as she continued.

"I mean, yeah. Our facilities and allies have a right to privacy, plus it just swear so long as you know the knowledge you tell anyone who doesn't have an NDA or similar-"

"And what if I wanted to not sign one?"

"... Well, if anyone did find out about this and it got public, we'd have to end you, your line from history."

He paused, looking at her. The girl hadn't stated her name, and here she was casually talking about ending anyone...

"I refuse to believe that."

"hm?"

Looking at me, eyes looking straight as he continued.

"How about you ambitious little girl-"

CLICK.

"... I'd suggest you leave."

Something nudged his back, the woman getting up as she held open a door to a hall leading to an elevator.

"And why should I? I have links to the Marlins-"

"Who?"

The woman behind him spoke up, mentally noting.

... Royale French. Brighton British.

"The Marlins. Y'know, the largest bandit group. Wait, you've never heard of them?"

The two looked at one another. Watching the pair as they exchanged facial expressions, a silent conversation.

"Those people who've been giving us a little trouble in the new areas?"

"... Oh, the Fish."

"... Fish?"

"yeah, easy to bait and kill. Now out."

Kicking the man's chair out, forced to his feet as the woman held his back at gun point. Despite both wearing masks, barely possessing any strength, they forced him out.

10:40pm.

Kitty: You bastard, you tricked me.

Beep Boop: You mad mate?

Kitty: They gave me a piece of tech that's not compatible with my tech! What quality service

The man paused, his phone freezing as the message sent itself. The keyboard covering with a greyed out symbol.

Beep Boop: Mate. You probably pushed into something you didn't need to look into. I said my contacts were interesting, I've paid my part of the deal. But hint. Press the button on the side before you try pushing the storage device into your fancy port.

10:45pm

Kitty: ... How?

Beep Boop: Hell if I know, I'm a betweener. Not the company. Anything else before we ditch these burners?

Kitty: ...

10:50pm

Kitty: Can your contacts find a meeting of the leaders of the triage of figures?

Beep Boop: ...

Click, clack, clunk.

BANG.

Firing across the range, gun loaded and striking targets kilometres away. Somehow, the conventional weapons were not the actual reason he was there.

He'd paid a pretty penny, an anonymous individual named "Boyakishan" had taken a bribe to someone with links related to the underground of humans.

Nobody explained anything, one moment lowering into a dunny, pushed into a shop, then a cell before being lifted out of a truck by a large man. Then a brunette human was now walking him towards a bunker door, closing the door behind the Galv as the elevator moved. Lowering glass panels showing the massive warehouse. What looked like crates of portable black hole generators just casually placed near the elevator. Levels flowing past him, flames erupting out a level, people testing gear near the elevator space.

Anti gravity weaponry, the edge biospheres, entrances to further sections.

The Galv might as well have been moving between worlds, the humans had spatial technology, already jumping leaps and bounds in the thirty years of recognising the UFA. An action that was more than a little insult by an individual known as "Beta".

Whoever it was, the humans remained tight lipped, with their underground practically an extension of their UEN. Well, as an ambassador. He could not not appreciate how much control the UEN had over their inner workings.

Humans have disseminated through the underground, with whispers of a new organisation conducting business. "Wolves".

Whoever they were, their links stretched across the systems. Spreading out like pollen, guards, weaponry, setting up stalls with associated groups.

Highly efficient, but largely passive. Barely a few branches of a greater organisation. "Mercenary Guild".

Alongside several names, a cabal of the best in the dark and light. Thirty years...

Looking up, the elevator grew dark as it seemed to switch gears.

"Watch your head."

Reva Galvi froze in place. That was his local language. Looking towards the marked out camera, the big metal box largely for show as the door opened up.

He dropped to the ground, sliding onto the floor with a dazed look, the woman around the space all wearing masks, guns, blades, eyes turning to look at the alien. Reva looked back, getting to his feet as one of them stepped forward. Dark haired, a black covering mask over her face as a voice called out.

"Reva Galvi?"

He'd been let in, the woman ignoring his questions, the robotic voice tinged with an Australian accent as she sat down.

"How do you want your data?"

"I- You speak Gav?"

Looking back at him, flipping a radio device to her hand, a pool of something, specially tempered glass as the woman sat onto the desk.

"... This. This is-"

"Level 8 tech, that's like. Uhhh. Rose?"

Several drones popped out of sockets as the girl stumbled, low range light emitters flickering as the tiny cloud projected a woman beside her. Legs crossed, also wearing a mask.

"50000 credits. Moron."

The cloud smashed into her nose, flickering to rise back towards the wall, which took a second causing him to pause.

"... that- Are you part of the Wolves?"

"... Uh huh. So, what do you want? CD? Floppy Disk? Cassette? Text? PNG? Paper?"

Tapping the window behind her, the tech displayed the images as he looked at the increasing ways to store the device.

"I. You. How-"

"... Uh huh, USB it is."

Pulling down a painting, tossing the small metal item to the man as she flips over the table. Flipping to sit backwards, twirling to slap her legs in front of him.

"I. You. What kind of organisation is this??"

Looking up at the woman, the masked individual putting back the various items she'd toppled pausing as she looked back at him.

"... Oh, right. You wanted an interview too. Uhhh. Mercenary Guild company."

"... You're a union?"

Shaking her head, the Galvi takes a seat as she looks down to him.

"Not really? We're more alike. Streamlining the criminal underworld."

"... How do you streamline-"

The woman kicked open a hidden drawer.

"crack?"

The wooden panel showing the white drug, the alien looking at it.

"uhhh."

"Benzoylmethylecgonine?"

"... Uh, no thanks."

"Your loss."

Kicking the drawer shut, nonchalant as the man lifts the USB.

"... A few questions. So this contains all the data?"

"Yep."

"... And how much does this 'USB' have in total?"

"the data's. Terabytes if you only count the key data."

"... How much data can this data storage device hold in total, and the data I have requested?"

"... Uhhh, a little under half a petabyte. And like. 8 Petabytes?"

"... Excuse me?"

The woman shrugged.

"Hey, Mo- Boya commissioned us, we added all the context around the event since all you asked for was information on the Knights, Bitches and Wolves."

"... So, I could ask for anything and you'd send it?"

The woman paused at that, hesitating.

"... Technically yes, ask and after a little paperwork you should be able to get it."

"So, slaves?"

"... Yeah. We've got a few markets, but you will need to sign an NDA."

"... NDA?"

The man looked at her, sitting on the chair, relaxing on the couch, as she continued.

"I mean, yeah. Our facilities and allies have a right to privacy, plus it just swear so long as you know the knowledge you tell anyone who doesn't have an NDA or similar-"

"And what if I wanted to not sign one?"

"... Well, if anyone did find out about this and it got public, we'd have to end you, your line from history."

He paused, looking at her. The girl hadn't stated her name, and here she was casually talking about ending anyone...

"I refuse to believe that."

"hm?"

Looking at me, eyes looking straight as he continued.

"How about you ambitious little girl-"

CLICK.

"... I'd suggest you leave."

Something nudged his back, the woman getting up as she held open a door to a hall leading to an elevator.

"And why should I? I have links to the Marlins-"

"Who?"

The woman behind him spoke up, mentally noting.

... Royale French. Brighton British.

"The Marlins. Y'know, the largest bandit group. Wait, you've never heard of them?"

The two looked at one another. Watching the pair as they exchanged facial expressions, a silent conversation.

"Those people who've been giving us a little trouble in the new areas?"

"... Oh, the Fish."

"... Fish?"

"Yeah, easy to bait and kill. Now out."

Kicking the man's chair out, forced to his feet as the woman held his back at gunpoint. Despite both wearing masks, barely possessing any strength, they forced him out.

10:40pm.

Kitty: You bastard, you tricked me.

Beep Boop: You mad mate?

Kitty: They gave me a piece of tech that's not compatible with my tech! What quality service

The man paused, his phone freezing as the message sent itself. The keyboard covered with a greyed out symbol.

Beep Boop: Mate. You probably pushed into something you didn't need to look into. I said my contacts were interesting, I've paid my part of the deal. But hint. Press the button on the side before you try pushing the storage device into your fancy port.

10:45pm

Kitty: ... How?

Beep Boop: Hell if I know, I'm a betweener. Not the company. Anything else before we ditch these burners?

Kitty: ...

10:50pm

Kitty: Can your contacts find a meeting of the leaders of the triage of figures?

Beep Boop: ...

The man looked at the message, USB plugged into the mobile device. He'd gotten a date, location and a simple message.

Be warned. The underworld here is a lot more intense than your fancy space one. Humanity's been through a lot of shit. If you're not dead or tell anyone where you got the data. You can get your little signal to that station orbiting Pluto.

[skiplo-wave]

6/27/23 - update anon: Regards of the Investigation of the Titan & Ocean Gate

I have been reluctant to press for more information due to the investigation. You definitely never want to do anything that would jeopardized a case. From what I know, the audio and the video recording is from the Polar Prince ship. I think they are doing everything by the book. Now from a legal point of view, I don't think they would be investigating this hard if they didn't find something wrong. I am going to give you an example and I hope this makes sense:

So say that you are on a two-person job that involves a dump truck that hauls dirt, gravel or sand etc. Your co-employee does not show up to work and the company you work for doesn't have anyone to replace them. So you have no choice by the company but to do this two-person job alone. You go out on your job and began laying dirt at a construction site for a new building. And it so happens that none of the construction workers are there yet. As you finish dumping dirt, the hydraulic system that is responsible for lifting the bed of the truck gets stuck. You try and fix it yourself but tragedy strikes. The hydraulic system goes out and crushes you to a slow death. The investigators that are working your case finds out it was a two-person job and they want to know what happened to this other person. Now they have visual evidence they need to investigate. The investigators are going to want to know if there was cameras on site or nearby. They are going to want to know if anyone fled from the scene. They are going to want to know where the co-employee was during the time of the incident and see their last clock-in time at work so they can rule out foul play. They are going to question the company on why they allowed you to go out on a two-person job alone that put their employee in danger which resulted in death. That would be negligence on their part. If somebody had been there, they would had been able to release the hydraulic system in time to free you.

Do you get where I am going with that? They found something wrong due to some kind of visual evidence. It's either foul play or negligence on Ocean Gate. We all know know that there was multiple things wrong with the Titan and they did nothing about it. They ignored all the warnings and continued with their tours. In my opinion this is all about pure negligence.

You work fast ocean anon ( or is investgate anon better) either way thanks!

[uintaundead]

Y'know, after having a significant hand in implementing security measures and training of dozens of people to protect assets like money, merchandise, company documents, weed, and liquor I'm dumbfounded that we'd barely afford anything to protect our children. All the money in an armored truck is insured to the fraction of a cent and there's still at least one guy in there with body armor and a gun in there as well as an inch of steel and 360 CCTV and a GPS tracker. We'll have guys with stab vests and OC spray watching tee shirts at a mall keeping them from getting lifted by bone head teens, we'll have guys with long guns guarding gold bars that are nearly impossible to liquidate if stolen, we'll have someone with a pistol on their hip watching over a pawn shop and keeping an eye on everyone coming and going. But when it comes to protecting kids, something infinitely more valuable than anything else, we then fall upon worthless half measures like annoying drills, doors with locks that tenured teachers prop open because the district skimps on the AC, a camera system no one consistently monitors, or an unarmed off-duty cop/security guard who may have one foot in the grave anyways.

This is a fucking joke, it really is. I'm not saying to make a school into a full on prison (they're already halfway there through other means tbqh) but hire a security firm and get them to set up a proper armed guard staff and a properly monitored camera system and let your teachers carry their concealed firearms. This shit is basic, truly it is. If you want something protected you don't put big ass signs saying "no guards or guns in here : )" but that is what many schools and completed braindead individuals seem to want. These ghouls have no interest in actually protecting anyone at all as it does not serve their narrative to do so. To be exposed to the inconvenience that is actual physical security frightens these weak-minded individuals so much that they will do anything to avoid acknowledging the necessity of it. If you are not willing to go to any length to protect your child, up to and including killing one who means them harm then you are utterly unfit to be a parent. And if a teacher, someone who I trust the life of my child to for 8+ hours a day is unwilling to do that or have someone on hand who is then they should seek employment elsewhere as you are woefully inadequate for the task. There's plenty of openings at McDonald's where you don't need to protect anything aside from some fries and a till.

The average police response time is between 15-146 minutes depending in department size, the day itself, and if you ask most cops even the phase of the moon. The average reaction time of a human being to a threat is 4 seconds. Having an on-site security team, even of just a few people, and a well-briefed group of staff with concealed weapons can cut violent incidents like a school shooting, stabbing, gang attack, or what have you down to the nub in terms of damage done if not entirely deter the threat. This can be done, it IS attainable and will be of minimal disruption to daily operations just as it is when you go to a mall, a concert, or other public or private place that has some sort of security or loss prevention measures. Don't just do SOMETHING, because then you will find yourself swept up in doing SOMETHING STUPID as prompted by talking heads and billionaires looking to gobble up your rights and agency.

TL;DR: Protect our schools and our kids to the same degree we do money and other paltry things. Don't just ban guns and pray for the best like an idiot.

[qocsuing]

Enhancing Efficiency and Safety in Modern Warehouses

Enhancing Efficiency and Safety in Modern Warehouses Forklifts have become indispensable in modern warehouses, playing a crucial role in material handling and logistics. Over the years, forklift technology has evolved significantly, leading to enhanced efficiency, safety, and productivity. This article explores the key advancements in forklift technology and their impact on warehouse operations.

1. Electric Forklifts: A Greener Alternative One of the most notable advancements in forklift technology is the shift from internal combustion engines to electric power. Electric forklifts offer several advantages, including reduced emissions, lower operating costs, and quieter operation. These forklifts are powered by rechargeable batteries, making them an environmentally friendly option for warehouses.

2. Automation and Robotics The integration of automation and robotics in forklifts has revolutionized material handling. Automated Guided Vehicles (AGVs) and Autonomous Mobile Robots (AMRs) are now commonly used in warehouses to transport goods without human intervention. These robots are equipped with sensors and navigation systems, allowing them to move efficiently and safely within the warehouse environment. ForkLift | China Manufacturer Trade price on Materials Handling electric Fork-lifts Truck Sale Buy Online Trade price on Importer of Industrial Equipment in USA/UK/India/Australia/canada | ForkLift 3. Telematics and Fleet Management Telematics technology has transformed the way forklift fleets are managed. By using telematics systems, warehouse managers can monitor the performance, location, and usage of each forklift in real-time. This data-driven approach enables better decision-making, predictive maintenance, and optimized fleet utilization, ultimately reducing downtime and operational costs.

4. Enhanced Safety Features Safety is a top priority in warehouse operations, and modern forklifts are equipped with advanced safety features to protect operators and prevent accidents. Some of these features include:

Collision Avoidance Systems: Using sensors and cameras, these systems detect obstacles and automatically apply brakes to prevent collisions. Operator Assistance Systems: These systems provide real-time feedback to operators, helping them maintain safe driving practices and avoid risky maneuvers. Ergonomic Design: Modern forklifts are designed with operator comfort in mind, featuring adjustable seats, intuitive controls, and improved visibility. 5. Energy Efficiency and Battery Technology Advancements in battery technology have significantly improved the energy efficiency of electric forklifts. Lithium-ion batteries, for example, offer longer run times, faster charging, and a longer lifespan compared to traditional lead-acid batteries. These improvements not only enhance productivity but also reduce the environmental impact of forklift operations.

6. Connectivity and IoT Integration The Internet of Things (IoT) has enabled forklifts to become smarter and more connected. IoT-enabled forklifts can communicate with other warehouse systems, such as inventory management and warehouse management systems (WMS). This connectivity allows for seamless data exchange, real-time tracking, and improved coordination of warehouse activities.

7. Customization and Versatility Modern forklifts are highly customizable to meet the specific needs of different industries and applications. Manufacturers offer a wide range of attachments and accessories, such as side shifters, fork positioners, and specialized clamps, to enhance the versatility of forklifts. This customization ensures that forklifts can handle a variety of tasks, from lifting heavy pallets to handling delicate materials.

Conclusion The evolution of forklift technology has brought about significant improvements in efficiency, safety, and sustainability in warehouse operations. As technology continues to advance, we can expect even more innovative solutions that will further enhance the capabilities of forklifts and transform the way warehouses operate. Embracing these advancements will be key to staying competitive in the ever-evolving logistics and material handling industry.

[grangerdangerfics]

The Role of Technology in Modern Towing Services: Innovations and Benefits

The towing industry, once reliant on manual processes and basic communication methods, has undergone a significant transformation in recent years. The integration of cutting-edge technology has revolutionized towing services, enhancing efficiency, safety, and customer satisfaction. This evolution in towing service operations has not only improved the way towing companies function but has also reshaped the experience for stranded motorists.

GPS and Location Services

One of the most impactful technological advancements in the towing industry is the widespread adoption of GPS and location services. These tools allow towing companies to pinpoint the exact location of stranded vehicles quickly and accurately. Dispatchers can now send the nearest available tow truck, significantly reducing response times. For motorists, this means less time waiting on the side of the road, especially in potentially dangerous situations.

Mobile Apps and Digital Dispatching

Many towing companies now offer mobile apps that allow customers to request assistance with just a few taps on their smartphones. These apps often include features like real-time tracking of the tow truck's arrival, direct communication with the driver, and digital payment options. Digital dispatching systems have replaced traditional radio communications, streamlining the process of assigning jobs to drivers and providing them with all necessary information instantly.

Advanced Towing Equipment

Technology has also improved the towing equipment itself. Modern tow trucks are equipped with hydraulic lifts and winches that can be controlled with precision, reducing the risk of damage to vehicles during loading and unloading. Some trucks now feature cameras and sensors that assist drivers in maneuvering in tight spaces or challenging terrain.

Vehicle Diagnostics

Many towing services now employ portable diagnostic tools that can quickly assess a vehicle's issues on-site. This technology allows tow truck operators to provide more accurate information to repair shops or dealerships, facilitating faster repairs and potentially avoiding unnecessary tows.

Enhanced Communication Systems

Advanced communication systems allow for better coordination between dispatchers, drivers, and customers. Real-time updates can be shared across platforms, ensuring all parties are informed of any changes or delays. Some systems even integrate with traffic and weather data to help drivers choose the most efficient routes.

Safety Features

Technology has significantly improved safety in the towing industry. Many tow trucks are now equipped with advanced safety features such as collision avoidance systems, lane departure warnings, and stability control. These technologies not only protect tow truck operators but also contribute to overall road safety.

Blockchain for Transparency

Some innovative towing companies are exploring blockchain technology to increase transparency in their operations. This can help in maintaining immutable records of services provided, pricing, and customer feedback, potentially reducing disputes and enhancing trust in the industry.

How to Choose the Right Towing Company

When faced with a roadside emergency, selecting the right towing company is crucial. Here’s a detailed guide to help you make an informed choice.

Check the Company’s Reputation

Begin by researching the towing company’s reputation. Look for online reviews and ratings on platforms like Google or Yelp. Positive feedback from previous customers indicates reliable service. Additionally, ask friends or family for recommendations—they can provide insights based on personal experiences.

Verify 24/7 Availability

Roadside emergencies can occur at any time, so it’s important to choose a towing company that offers 24/7 service. A company that operates around the clock ensures they can assist you no matter when you need help. Confirm their availability and response times, especially during off-hours.

Ensure Proper Licensing and Insurance

A reputable towing company should be fully licensed and insured. Licensing ensures that the company complies with local regulations, while insurance protects you in case of any damage to your vehicle during the tow. Request proof of these credentials before agreeing to their services.

Assess Response Time

Response time is a critical factor in towing services. The faster a company can get to you, the sooner you’ll be back on your way. Inquire about their average response time and ensure it aligns with your needs. Companies with quick response times are typically more efficient in handling emergencies.

Understand Pricing Structures

Transparent pricing helps avoid unexpected costs. Request a detailed estimate that outlines the costs involved, including any additional fees for services such as after-hours towing or long-distance tows. A reputable company will provide a clear and upfront breakdown of their pricing.

Review the Range of Services

Consider what additional services you might need. Some towing companies offer more than just towing; they might also provide roadside assistance, jump-starts, or tire changes. Choose a company that can meet all your potential needs, ensuring comprehensive support in various situations.

Capital Hauling LLC in Schenectady, NY, embodies these principles, offering reliable, transparent, and efficient towing services. Our team is available 24/7, fully licensed and insured, and committed to quick response times and clear pricing. For trustworthy and professional towing services, contact us today.

Capital hauling LLC

1255 10 ave, Schenectady, NY 12303 (518) 219–8946 https://schenectadytowing.com/

[ashleysysrs]

Ensuring Safety in Industrial Workspaces

Introduction to OSHA Rack Safety

OSHA rack safety is a critical aspect of maintaining a secure and efficient industrial workspace. The Occupational Safety and Health Administration (OSHA) sets forth guidelines to prevent accidents and injuries associated with storage racks. These guidelines help companies minimize risks and maintain compliance with federal regulations.

Importance of Proper Rack Installation

Proper installation of storage racks is the foundation of OSHA rack safety. Incorrectly installed racks can lead to catastrophic failures, endangering employees and damaging goods. It's essential to:

Ensure racks are level and stable.

Use appropriate anchors and bolts.

Regularly inspect racks for signs of wear or damage.

A well-maintained storage system not only prevents accidents but also enhances operational efficiency.

Regular Inspections and Maintenance

Routine inspections are vital for upholding OSHA rack safety standards. Inspections should check for:

Structural integrity

Signs of rust or corrosion

Loose or missing bolts

Overloaded racks

Promptly addressing these issues can prevent accidents and costly repairs. Maintenance should be scheduled regularly to ensure all components remain in good working order.

Employee Training and Awareness

Employee training is another crucial element of OSHA rack safety. Workers should be educated on:

Proper loading and unloading techniques

Recognizing potential hazards

Emergency procedures

Training should be ongoing, with periodic refreshers to keep safety protocols at the forefront of employees' minds. A well-informed workforce is less likely to make mistakes that could lead to accidents.

Loading Dock Safety Rules

Loading docks are bustling hubs of activity in many industrial settings. Adhering to loading dock safety rules is essential for preventing accidents. Key rules include:

Proper use of dock equipment: Ensure that all dock levelers, lifts, and other equipment are in good condition and used correctly.

Clear communication: Use signals and signs to communicate effectively between dock workers and drivers.

Personal protective equipment (PPE): Workers should always wear appropriate PPE, including high-visibility vests and safety shoes.

Vehicle restraints: Use vehicle restraints to prevent trucks from moving during loading or unloading.

Load securing: Ensure all loads are secured before moving to prevent shifting that could lead to accidents.

Technology and Innovation in Safety

Advancements in technology have introduced new ways to enhance both OSHA rack safety and loading dock safety rules. Innovations include:

Automated inspection systems: These systems use sensors and cameras to continuously monitor the condition of racks and docks.

Smart PPE: Wearable technology that can alert workers to potential hazards.

Data analytics: Analyzing data from safety incidents can help identify trends and areas for improvement.

Incorporating these technologies can significantly reduce the risk of accidents and improve overall safety.

Case Study: Implementing Safety Measures

Consider a warehouse that recently revamped its safety protocols. By strictly adhering to OSHA rack safety guidelines and loading dock safety rules, they saw a marked decrease in accidents. The steps they took included:

Conducting comprehensive safety audits

Investing in new equipment

Implementing a rigorous training program

The results were impressive: a 40% reduction in accidents and a notable increase in operational efficiency. This case study highlights the tangible benefits of prioritizing safety.

Conclusion: The Path to a Safer Workplace

Adhering to OSHA rack safety guidelines and loading dock safety rules is non-negotiable for any industrial operation. These measures protect employees, preserve equipment, and ensure compliance with regulations. By investing in proper installation, regular maintenance, employee training, and leveraging new technologies, companies can create a safer and more efficient work environment.

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Safety is an ongoing commitment. It requires diligence, investment, and a proactive approach. Emphasizing safety not only safeguards workers but also enhances the overall productivity and reputation of the organization.

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Forklift Safety Cameras- A Potential Requirement in Warehouses and Storehouses

From decades ago, forklift operations have never been an easy task! Due to heavy loading, forklift operators tend to make blunders, which in turn leads to accidents and damage.

As a warehouse/storehouse manager, it would become a vital requirement to reduce such accidents, if not avoided. However, even if one considers intensive training, strategic hires, and equipment upgrades as significant steps taken, ‘Vision’ still remains the biggest challenge for the operators. The reach of forklift operators to visualize where they are and to verify mishandling of products is of utmost importance, failing which it would lead to serious damage of products, equipment and the worse, to people.

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Wireless forklift camera is one of the excellent instruments which permit the operator to have different views around the lift truck. Its installation is absolutely simple and can be employed in the front, back, sides or anywhere around the lift truck where visibility is limited. Forklift safety Cameras contribute directly to increased visibility and thus an increase in productivity.

➢ It helps operators at warehouses to deal with a number of forklift concerns such as:

• High and low racking heights

‍• Double-deep racking

‍• Reading product and rack levels

‍• Indoor and outdoor lighting

‍• Video recording of human resources, product verification, and management and training opportunities.

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‍➢ The forklift camera system also works well with any kind of operational or attachment tasks, to list a few:

• Push pulls that push the load on cardboard

‍• Roll handling for paper and sheet metal

‍• Turret trucks with forks that swing in different ways

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➢ Having said that let's list out the impact and certain benefits of wireless forklift cameras for Warehouses/storehouses:

1. Improves Productivity:

Even the most experienced forklift operator experiences fatigue in the time spent analyzing to see behind and around the forklift. Wireless forklift cameras help in visualizing the entire field without letting the operator change its position, thus reducing neck and back strain and increasing productivity and force.

‍2. Eradicate Trial and Error Time:

The capability to see through the forklift safety cameras and to analyze where the forks fit well, certainly reduces repetitive trial and error time. At the same time, it also reduces the risk of damaging products, as operators have a clear view of where and how the forks are being placed.

‍3. Reduces Staffing:

Given that wireless forklift cameras provide clear visibility, it can help avoid hiring a guide to assist the forklift operator, thus reducing manpower.

‍4. Zeal for Young Operators:

Hiring new forklift operators can often be challenging. However, forklift cameras create a fun and interactive experience for the youths who can identify with the ‘video game connection’ they experience from operating a forklift.

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Exploring the Role and Advancements in Special Trucks Equipment

Special trucks play a crucial role in various industries, from construction and mining to emergency services and logistics. These vehicles are equipped with specialized tools and technology to perform specific tasks efficiently and effectively. As industries evolve and demands increase, so does the need for advanced special trucks equipment. This blog delves into the significance, types, and advancements in special trucks equipment, highlighting how these innovations are transforming various sectors.

The Significance of Special Trucks Equipment

Special trucks are designed for tasks that go beyond the capabilities of standard trucks. Whether it’s for lifting heavy loads, transporting hazardous materials, or providing emergency response services, special trucks are equipped with the tools and technology needed to tackle unique challenges. The right equipment ensures that these trucks can perform their tasks with precision, safety, and efficiency.

Types of Special Trucks Equipment

Crane Trucks: Crane trucks are equipped with hydraulic cranes that can lift and move heavy objects. These trucks are essential in construction and logistics, where heavy lifting and precise placement are required. The latest crane trucks feature advanced controls and stability systems, enhancing safety and operational efficiency.

Fire Trucks: Fire trucks are specialized vehicles designed to respond quickly to emergencies. They come equipped with water tanks, hoses, pumps, and other firefighting tools. Modern fire trucks also include advanced technology such as thermal imaging cameras, GPS navigation, and communication systems to improve response times and effectiveness in fire-fighting operations.

Tow Trucks: Tow trucks are essential for vehicle recovery and transport. They are equipped with winches, boom systems, and other tools to safely tow and transport disabled or accident-damaged vehicles. Advances in tow truck equipment include improved hydraulic systems and enhanced safety features.

Concrete Mixer Trucks: Concrete mixer trucks are equipped with rotating drums that mix and transport concrete. These trucks are crucial in construction projects, ensuring that concrete is delivered in the right consistency and at the right time. Innovations in concrete mixer equipment include automated mixing systems and enhanced drum designs for better efficiency.

Refrigerated Trucks: Refrigerated trucks, or reefer trucks, are used to transport perishable goods under controlled temperatures. These trucks are equipped with cooling units and insulated compartments to maintain the required temperature. Advances in refrigerated truck technology focus on energy efficiency and temperature control precision.

Advancements in Special Trucks Equipment

The special trucks equipment industry is continuously evolving, driven by technological advancements and increasing demands for efficiency and safety. Key advancements include:

Smart Technology Integration: Modern special trucks are equipped with smart technology, such as telematics and GPS systems, which provide real-time data on vehicle performance, location, and maintenance needs. This technology enhances operational efficiency and helps in proactive maintenance.

Enhanced Safety Features: Safety is paramount in special trucks operations. Advances in safety equipment include collision avoidance systems, stability control, and advanced braking systems. These features help prevent accidents and ensure the safety of both the truck operators and the public.

Fuel Efficiency and Environmental Impact: The push for environmental sustainability is leading to innovations in fuel-efficient engines and alternative fuel options for special trucks. Electric and hybrid models are becoming more prevalent, reducing the environmental impact of special trucks operations.

Automation and Robotics: Automation and robotics are transforming special trucks equipment, particularly in tasks like loading, unloading, and precise operations. These technologies increase productivity and reduce manual labor, improving overall efficiency.

The Future of Special Trucks Equipment

As industries continue to evolve and face new challenges, the demand for specialized trucks and equipment will grow. The future of special trucks equipment lies in integrating advanced technologies, enhancing safety, and improving efficiency. Manufacturers and operators must stay abreast of these developments to ensure their equipment meets the evolving needs of various sectors.

In conclusion, special trucks equipment is vital for performing specialized tasks across different industries. With continuous advancements in technology and increasing demands, the industry is poised for significant growth and innovation. Embracing these advancements will help ensure that special trucks continue to perform their essential roles with greater efficiency and safety. For more details visit our website: www.simsinter.com

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Bits from the Work Journal - 03/11/2024

I didn't see the truck at first.

Sure, there was a slight glint and a brief flash as it pulled up beside the building, but my eyes were focused on the turntable, the camera's viewfinder pressed up against the tip of my nose.

I slowly lowered it as the last echoes of the shutter and bulb rang out in the tall room and I turned to the window. I could see him then - a grizzled and fairly built heavyset man. His demeanor was casual, his gait easy, but the thin blue line plastered against the black of his hoodie had me on edge.

There, in white, bright block capital letters, read "back the blue," the ever-present mantra of gun-totting, right-voting, nationalistic bootlicking weirdos standing out a country mile in the morning sun.

I set the camera down and peeled off my vest - a small work-issued North Face bearing my pride pins and pronouns - folded it over my chair, and walked through to the store.

He greeted me with a smile and a "hey, how we doing?"

I responded in kind, asking how his day was going and what I could do to help.

He posed an interesting question, one which hadn't come up to me before, so I obliged and did my best to help.

The concern was relatively simple; he wanted to verify the existence of a gift card or gift certificate that had supposedly been purchased for him by his partner. He wasn't sure if it was something we could reference in our system, or if the partner in question would need to have the email, or a printout of the email on hand to schedule an appointment.

We spent a few minutes taking down names and dates and numbers, trying to sort through the disorganized mess of the store's POS to see what we could turn up. Unfortunately, the system just wouldn't cooperate, so I brought him through to my office and pulled up the store's back-end on the main computer - hopefully it could tell us a thing or two.

We spent a couple minutes going through the same information, trying to trace back to when and where and how the gift certificate would've been purchased, all the while striking up some normal pleasantries and casual conversations about the store, the studio, and the work I was doing.

As I scrolled down the list of gift certificate numbers, I heard him pause mid-sentence and wrap his knuckles against the wall. I glanced his way. He was looking up and down at the curved walls of the studio, it's dark, textured panel pinging as he lifted his hand away. He pointed at the thing.

"Hey, is this where you folks take all the photos?"

"Mhm," I responded, looking back to the screen. "This right here is the studio - you can actually take a peek, if you'd like. Just right around there," I pointed around the other side of my desk. "This one's going in next," I nodded to the small Honda parked in the garage bay, "but you can see the whole turntable and rigging system without it in there."

"Oh wow, this sure is something, huh? Man, this is pretty wild stuff - this could not have been cheap!"

"You bet! It ended up being something to the tune of two or three hundred thousand dollars. We installed it back a couple years ago now, and it's been a massive help for us."

He nodded along thoughtfully, looking across the length of the illuminated walls.

"This doesn't do anything though."

It wasn't a question - it was barely even a statement, so much as it was this strangely assertive ... assumption? I'm not even sure.

I looked at him for a moment. Not stunned or questioning, just waiting for him to go on.

"I mean, there's no way this does anything," he continued. "There's no way this makes sense when these guys," he motioned to the recon and detail garages next door "are doing all the work, and the cars can just come in here and bam, boom, couple of shots, and they're out."

Well, that was certainly off base, I thought, and swallowed back a lump in my throat. Truth be told, it was intimidating. No, not quite intimidating, more worrying. Sure, granted, he was a taller and much, much bigger person than me - that's not an uncommon thing for me to contend with when I'm surrounded by most guys. I am definitely on the shorter side of the "guy" spectrum. On the best of days I could maybe lift a TV on my own, where he looked like he bench pressed Mack trucks for a hobby. But there is always the thought that crosses your head as a queer person of color in situations like this; what are they capable of? Seeing a hoodie like that, starting a conversation like this - what was his goal, what did he intend, did he mean anything by it, or was this just another random customer encounter that I'd forget in a day or two?

In the moment, it's hard to say.

"You'd think," I started, slowly and deliberately choosing my words. "I mean, you look at other dealers that will have someone like me out in the field instead, that way they're not carrying all this overhead, but it certainly sets us apart, we- "

"Not to be derogatory -" an interesting choice as he interrupted me, "but I mean you don't really do this- " at this he gestured vaugely around, "you don't handle, like, MacMulkin's inventory or take in all these exotics or customers, so how does it make any sense?"

"We tend to serve a pretty small clientele, one that we have running agreements with, handling their load for BaT or CaB, and other platforms."

"So what's that, maybe $10K a year?"

"Mhm, yeah, something like that," I responded, sarcastically.

It completely passed him by.

"Yeah so, it just doesn't make any sense."

At some point, the conversation fell into more of the same boring back and forth. At another point shortly thereafter, I completely checked out. I suppose the six figures we were actually pulling in a year didn't really make a difference, not when he knew the business better than I ever had.

He was so right.

Clearly, because it made no sense.

It made no sense to spend the time to recondition, to stage, to shoot, to market, to advertise, to expend all this energy and effort to do the best we - or really I - possibly could to eke out a competitive edge in a well-traveled space.

Naturally, it couldn’t possibly make sense to bring in our private clients for their shoots and help them showcase their imports and rare and unique builds on the public markets.

Above all, it would never even remotely make sense for me to be there, doing that work, spending all my waking hours and energy trying to perfect what I was doing for someone else, because that would never make sense!

No, definitely not! That’s all crazy talk!

It was the same kind of backhanded, fuck it, not even backhanded, just straight up asinine nonsense our old business manager had - always questioning the why, the purpose, my purpose, the validity and necessity of my work, just because he could, and just because he didn't have a second clue about what I did. Thank goodness he was long gone. But this was a customer. What the fuck?!

I let the conversation peter out after that and drew his attention back to the questions at hand. He was nice enough beyond that, no hard feelings or genuine ill-intent, just assuredly ignorant and wholly frustrating. I sent him on his way about ten minutes later with a promise to get back to him if we ever found anything else out.

I watched him drive away in that blacked-out, lifted 3500 monster of a truck, and genuinely breathed a sigh of relief when he turned out of the driveway.

That sure set a tone for today.

[hcforkliftaustralia]

Mastering Heavy Loads with Precision: The Heavy IC Forklift Truck Revolution

In the bustling world of logistics and manufacturing, efficiency and precision are paramount. Handling heavy loads with finesse requires not just human strength, but the power of advanced machinery. Enter the Heavy IC (Internal Combustion) Forklift Truck, a powerhouse of innovation and engineering designed to tackle the heaviest of loads with ease. As industries evolve, these robust machines have become the backbone of material handling operations, ensuring the smooth flow of goods and products across warehouses and factories worldwide.

Unrivaled Power and Performance:

Heavy IC Forklift Trucks are engineered to handle substantial weights, ranging from 15,000 to 110,000 pounds or more, depending on the model. This immense lifting capacity makes them indispensable in industries dealing with large, bulky items such as steel coils, containers, and machinery components. Powered by internal combustion engines, these forklifts provide the torque and horsepower needed to lift, carry, and stack heavy loads with utmost precision and control.

Versatility Redefined:

One of the remarkable features of Heavy IC Forklift Truck is their versatility. These machines are equipped with various attachments and accessories, transforming them into multifunctional workhorses. Fork positioners, side shifters, and clamps enable these forklifts to handle different types of loads, from palletized goods to irregularly shaped cargo. This adaptability ensures that they are suitable for a wide array of industries, including manufacturing, construction, shipping, and logistics.

Safety and Control:

Safety is paramount in any industrial setting, especially when dealing with heavy loads. Heavy IC Forklift Trucks come equipped with advanced safety features and technologies to ensure the well-being of operators and bystanders. These include ergonomic operator cabins with excellent visibility, anti-slip surfaces, and robust seatbelts. Moreover, modern models are often equipped with sensors and cameras that provide real-time feedback to the operator, enhancing their situational awareness and minimizing the risk of accidents.

Fuel Efficiency and Environmental Responsibility:

Despite their powerful performance, Heavy IC Forklift Trucks are designed with fuel efficiency in mind. Advanced engine technologies, such as electronic fuel injection and hybrid systems, optimize fuel consumption, making these machines both powerful and eco-friendly. Manufacturers also comply with stringent emission standards, reducing their environmental impact and contributing to a greener, more sustainable future.

Digital Integration and Smart Operation:

In the era of Industry 4.0, Heavy IC Forklift Trucks are becoming increasingly integrated into digital ecosystems. Telematics and IoT (Internet of Things) technology enable remote monitoring and diagnostics, allowing companies to track the performance, fuel efficiency, and maintenance needs of their forklift fleet in real time. Predictive analytics further enhance operational efficiency, enabling proactive maintenance and minimizing downtime.

The Future of Heavy Material Handling:

As industries continue to grow and evolve, the demand for Heavy IC Forklift Trucks is expected to rise. Manufacturers are investing in research and development to create even more powerful, efficient, and environmentally friendly models. Artificial intelligence and automation are also being incorporated, paving the way for autonomous forklifts that can navigate warehouses and manufacturing facilities with minimal human intervention.

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Forklift Trucks Market Future Trends, Industry Size and Forecast to 2032

Forklift trucks, also known as forklifts or lift trucks, are indispensable vehicles in material handling and logistics operations. These specialized trucks are designed to lift and move heavy loads over short distances. Forklifts are commonly used in warehouses, distribution centers, manufacturing facilities, and construction sites, where they play a crucial role in loading and unloading goods, stacking and storing materials, and facilitating efficient workflow.

One of the key features of forklift trucks is their lifting mechanism, which consists of two forks that can be raised and lowered to accommodate different load sizes and heights. This allows forklift operators to lift pallets, containers, and other heavy objects and transport them with ease. Forklifts are equipped with hydraulic systems that provide smooth and precise lifting and lowering capabilities, ensuring safe handling of loads.

Forklift trucks are available in various types and sizes to suit different applications and environments. Counterbalance forklifts, which have a weight at the rear to counterbalance the load, are the most common type. They are ideal for indoor use and can handle a wide range of loads. Reach trucks are designed for narrow aisles and have extendable forks that can reach high racking systems. Rough terrain forklifts are specifically designed for outdoor use on uneven surfaces, making them suitable for construction sites and outdoor storage yards.

Safety is a crucial aspect of forklift operation, and manufacturers continually incorporate advanced safety features in modern forklift trucks. These features include stability controls, seat belts, operator sensors, and visibility enhancements such as rear-view cameras and panoramic cabins. Forklift operators are required to undergo training and certification to ensure they operate the vehicles safely and efficiently, reducing the risk of accidents and injuries.

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In summary, forklift trucks are essential vehicles for material handling and logistics operations, enabling efficient movement and storage of goods. Their lifting capabilities, versatility, and availability in various types make them suitable for a wide range of applications. With ongoing advancements in technology and safety features, forklift trucks continue to evolve, improving productivity, reducing manual labor, and enhancing workplace safety in the material handling industry.

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Construction Equipment Rental Market is Poised to Achieve Continuing Growth During Forecast Period 2023-2032

Construction Equipment Rental Market is expected to demonstrate a positive growth trajectory through 2032. The market escalation is expected to come from the rising demand for tech innovations in construction equipment for implementing the latest smart city technologies such as IoT, AI & ML, and electromobility into infrastructures.

Besides, increasing mining and construction initiatives in Latin America are driving the adoption of construction equipment. Organizations in this industry lease out or rent construction equipment such as cranes, scaffolding, crane lorries, work platforms, graders, bulldozers, and excavators to carry out building activities. In addition, growing mineral consumption throughout Peru, Chile, and Argentina will prompt the demand for mining trucks, excavators, loaders, and dozers throughout the region.

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Key providers in the market are engaging in strategic initiatives such as partnerships, mergers and acquisitions, R&D investments, and new product launches to gain a competitive edge in the industry. For instance, in January 2023, Al Faris Group recently extended its portfolio with addition of 24 Liebherr mobile cranes to its fleet. The delivery includes a range of models with lifting capacities from 110 to 700 tonnes, including four LTM 1500-8.1s with a lifting capacity of 500 tonnes.

Overall, the construction equipment rental market is segmented in terms of product and region.

Based on product, the concrete equipment product segment is anticipated to depict over 5% CAGR during the forecast timespan. The rising preference for high-capacity, innovative batching plants will drive the demand for such equipment. The mounting use of rental concrete equipment in construction industry has evolved owing to the production requirements. Modern concrete construction equipment producers use cutting-edge technologies to eliminate raw material waste and storage space. In addition, the constantly rising construction projects, reduction in completion times, and end-users needs for customized solutions are some of the key factors slated to assist the segment in growing.

Regionally, the North America construction equipment rental market was valued at over USD 45 billion in 2022. The regional market growth can be credited to the rise in construction, mining, and agricultural activities in the American economies. According to the Government of Canada, the value of Canada's mineral production reached USD 55.5 billion in 2021, depicting 20% year-over-year surge.

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Product innovations to define the competitive landscape

Purchasing new construction equipment with features such as lift assistance, preventive maintenance systems, and 360-degree cameras is expensive. This has resulted in rising demand for rental services, especially in North America, which is estimated to positively influence the overall regional outlook.

Table of Contents (ToC) of the report:

Chapter 1   Methodology & Scope

1.1    Market scope & definitions

1.2    Base estimates & forecast

1.3    Forecast calculations

1.4    Data Sources

1.4.1    Secondary

1.4.2    Primary

1.5    Glossary

Chapter 2   Executive Summary

2.1    Construction equipment rental market 360º synopsis, 2018 – 2032

2.2    Business trends

2.2.1    Total Addressable Market (TAM)

2.3    Regional trends

2.4    Product trends

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