#ship: harmonic frequencies

[shinelikethunder]

let's also give a "he would not be That flavor of fucked-up, his flavor is way more convoluted and specific" shoutout to Sam Winchester, the one who does regularly get all pissy and judgemental about Dean's one-night stands, his slutty hedonistic creature comforts, the women he hooks up with, the men he bonds with, etc... and very earnestly frames it as concern for Dean's well-being and worry that Dean is throwing himself away on undeserving trash. no matter whether they both know full well that Dean will be on his merry way the next morning or whether Sam's seething resentment of a perceived threat to his primacy in Dean's life can be seen from space. only ONE category of Dean's relationships is allowed to be worth anything, thankyouverymuch, and whatever was going on with Dad was on thin fucking ice. keep on being hilarious and full of disorders, kings

i don't actually think teenage Dean Winchester would be spurned-lover-style jealous of teenage Sam's girlfriends i think based on his s1 behavior that it's far more likely he went "HELL YEAH my little brother is DATING he is going to SLAY at this and i'll make sure of it," unilaterally appointed himself Sam's wingman, had to be beaten back with a stick from micromanaging his brother's love life, and probably lovingly fantasized about all the hot chicks Sam was gonna hook up with and all the things they'd get up to because let's face it, who wouldn't fall head over heels for the guy? (speculation about kissing practice, which of course Would Not Count as anything except making sure the little nerd did their family proud, is left as an exercise to readers who are so inclined.)

also probably the closest thing to a jealous shitfit he pulled involved one (1) time Sam ditched a hunt to be there for his then-girlfriend's Important Life Event, and it'd be like 40% loudly-expressed "he should be putting his FAMILY first" and 60% ferociously-suppressed "we don't get to just DO that! if i've accepted only ever being able to date super casually for a few weeks at a time before we blow town then where the fuck does he get off thinking he can just PRIORITIZE this COMMITTED RELATIONSHIP BEHAVIOR bullshit. that i tooootally don't want or care about anyway. because it's for SISSY NORMIE LOSERS, not a tight-knit clan of ULTRA-COOL SECRET MONSTER HUNTERS like us"

like i think Dean did accept much more readily, long before he could even realize the ramifications of what he was accepting, that the way they lived meant the Winchesters' only long-term relationship option was "rampant emotional incest that we don't have to acknowledge as long as we all only bang girls," but he also canonically had all kinds of festering resentment about missing out, and was aware on some level that their lives required the sacrifice of a lot of things he secretly longed for (and made a lot of noise about devaluing in favor of What's More Important)

and the toxic cocktail of that + envy of Sam's ability to just go "nah fuck expectations i want something else" + boundary-challenged investment/enabling/policing of each other's heterosexual exploits as a bulwark between their family dynamics and The Unspeakable + freakout over the early warning signs of a difference in values on family loyalty + inchoate terror of losing him to the outside world one day + unthinking idolization and projection along the lines of "well of course this girlfriend would take him away from us and wrap her entire life around his if she could, i mean, have you met him? who wouldn't want that? this is WHY we have to keep it casual and not get girls' expectations up"...

...the entire dynamic of Dean being Sam's number one hookup cheerleader but also perceiving signs of romance/commitment as a threat... s1 Dean trying to have a hand in pushing him towards actual romantic prospects anyway, because he's worried about Sam grief-spiraling and has reluctantly accepted that the rupture in the family is about things Sam genuinely wants, even as Sam's grief is already driving him to the conclusion that they aren't worth the cost and meanwhile the brothers have spent all season bonding even closer and more claustrophobically as adults...

well, i think all that is way more interesting, and in many ways even more fucked-up, than applying bog-standard jealous boyfriend tropes to the absolute mess of their upbringing

[lost-in-my-pants]

So thinking about humans with ADHD we have many different things we learn to do to keep our minds or body busy. Imagine if a culture created a term called JOAT ( jack of all trades) as a way to classify humans.

Also we can randomly pick up frequencies that shouldn’t be easily measured by ear.

Zort: welcome to the ship I’m glad we could finally afford to add you to the team.

Pat: I’m glad to join so what will I do on the ship

Zort: anything you like we were told by the station manager that you were proficient in many different disciplines. That’s why we hired a JOAT.

Pat: yeah but what do you need me to do.

Zort: well we’re short a quantum engineer to keep our systems running until the next station that’ll be your role.

Pat: Ooookay….::: do you have information on what that entails?

Zort: here’s the last engineer’s log and history file. Good luck

Pat: sorry bunImay have some questions on what to do.

Zort: no worries the Computer can help if you need.

Two weeks later.

Captain Zort talking to helmsman Volga

Zort: is it just me or did we pass that last transfer with less turbulence?

Volga: Yes, JOAT Pat mentioned that that they found the connection between engine and power plant had a harmonic issue and synced them tighter.

Zort: but we had them synced at the last fueling for local resonance.

Volga: They said that they were annoyed by the buzzing and dialed it in to be less annoying.

Zort: Really, we don’t have the tools to tune the connection on ship.

Volga: They said that they did it by ear.

Zort: And when did they learn about engine harmonics.

Volga: They mentioned it reminded them of their cooling box at home and how they changed the input frequency to silence it.

Zort: okay don’t mention anything as they might want a raise.

[talonabraxas]

The Mayans Galacticos mission originates from the stars. The various star systems comprise an integral federation. This mission began a long time ago (by terrestrial standards) and is anchored in the Pleiades with several starting points, including Arturo, Antares and Sirius. The Pleiades are also known as "the luminous still", which as our solar system revolves around Alción (the Gran Sol Centrale), the main star of the Pleiades, in a cycle of 26,000 years. The mission is multidimensional, albeit with a particular emphasis on the Velatropa sector. This region of our galaxy is defined by the Pulsar Vela, located in Orion's arm of what we call the Milky Way Galaxy, more specifically Vlatropa 24: intergalactic code name of our Sun, Kinich Ahau. Our solar system is at the center of an area of 6000 light years in diameter defined by the pulsar Vela (V), a residue of a supernova at incredible speed. A pulsar is a late, advanced state of what was once a supernova. Remember Vela is just a small (but powerful) “microbe” in the galaxy. This mission oversees the planetary system Velatropa 24, with particular focus on the five internal planets: Mercury, Venus, Earth, Mars and Maldek (Asteroid belt time). The Arturo Probe describes how this area of Velatropa 24, including Earth (Velatropa 24.3), became the quarantine zone of free will. This is also the area of a development program known as "the fall" 0 "original sin". It was known to beings from other parts of the galactic system that within the quarantine zone of free will there would be a learning process that would focus the karmic waste of many worlds systems into a structure that would inevitably reach a point where the process could not have gone beyond the entire system of Kinich Ahau. Once the problem in the Velatropa sector was quarantined, the "guardian angels" could keep an eye on it and with the indicated time approaching, they would have increased surveillance. Why is this even necessary? In the evolution process of this star system, Planet Earth (V. 24.3) has moved away from the frequency of natural time that works in the rest of life in the universe. The reason for what is known as the Mayan civilization and the Mayan astronomy system and mathematical calendars was to help restore the correct course of time on Earth. Mayans math is the jewel of this galactic system of knowledge brought to our planet. The High Hand of Sirius began to witness this march of events by understanding the battle being waged in the collective human mind. A remedy known as the Dream Spell was sent by Sirius through Arthur's force field to help humans cross dimensions and re-align with their dimensional destiny. The Dream Spell codes transmitted to José Argüelles/Valum Votan actually describe the harmonic register of movements for stabilization of Kinich Ahau's system (Sol or V. 24). The harmonious records of planetary orbits compared to others create cycles of synchronization over time called "Dream Spells" - the specific Dream Spell code for this time is known as the Earth Time Ship. The mathematical codes for the restructuring of the human species according to a galactic/harmonic time frequency. These codes have been reduced to the practical calendar format of 13 moons and 28 days (synchronous) and are based on Syrian cycles. This is all part of the Maya Galactica mission. Maya Galacticos are planetary navigators and mapographers of the Earth’s great psychic field, of the solar system, and beyond the galaxy. This means that their perceptions, ways of knowing and communication come from a high degree of telepathic tune with the cosmos. The galactic Mayan calendar is not what it seems. The ultimate purpose of this calendar (13 months 28 days) is to make sure that the Earth is tuned into the new galactic ray. As synchronous engineers, the Maya Galacticos first deposited these codes in the form of what we call the Maya civilization and then, as a new planetary dispensation, came the Dream Spell codes. After the Dream's Spell was published, many more quadratic/five-dimensional gifts are followed to define a terrestrial pathway to the stars, known as synchronous order. On the one hand, the goal of these tools is to prevent the planet from self-destructing, on the other hand, to stabilize the planet's consciousness in a cosmic resonance with the local galaxy, so that this has an effect on the Sun. As the sun goes through its internal crises, a stabilization of the solar frequency is created that changes consciousness on this particular planet. This is a unique situation in the final phase of the Velatropa sector experiment, with the V star. 24 (Our Sun) & V. 24.3 (planet earth) as points of interest. Pacal Votan is the head of the engineering team for this experiment.”

[jackdraw-spwrite]

Harmonic Frequencies, Chapter 6

I've completed another chapter of Harmonic Frequencies!

In which Jazz finally gets to see Danny again.

Words: 2060

for @kawaiijohn, @five-rivers

The whine of the ship engines threaded through the analysis room. It slipped between the vent slats and wound around the monitor supports, sneaked into some of the screens and left behind cryptic lines Jazz had little idea how to interpret. At last it came to her ears, where it buzzed like a mosquito.

Or maybe that was the anxiety.

Read the rest on AO3, or below the readmore:

She was still not very well rested. Little time had passed since the yetis had retreated back to the ship to hide from Clockwork's doors.

That wasn't a very charitable thought.

Jazz did not particularly care, at this point. She wanted to see Danny.

What would he look like, floating in the tank? How injured was he?

She crossed her arms, uncrossed them. Took a half step. Scuffed a shoe. Stopped.

The yetis–the doctors Frostbite had brought with them on the ship were trying to focus. It would take longer for them to interpret the readings from the tank if she disturbed them, just like if they left the lab door open back home and made too much noise–

Apparently she was still dancing around that topic. Good to know.

She should probably stop at some point. Dancing.

Not now, though. Breakdowns could wait until after she saw Danny. She just had to hold it together until she saw Danny and made sure he was.

Not okay.

She'd pieced together that much from Frostbite.

But. That he'd be okay, some day.

She swallowed, forcing down the enormous pressure of what ifs filling her chest and pressing against her throat. She couldn't think about that. Couldn’t think about what she didn't know could happen, couldn't know what might go wrong and what she could do if it did.

Couldn’t think about what might happen if she messed up.

Couldn’t think about how she'd already messed up. So badly that, that. Jazz reached for the next word and found only air.

Guilt settled around her shoulders like a shawl of lead.

The floor didn't quite pitch. Jazz didn't quite stumble. But her balance did something a little funny, anyway.

She found a chair.

It wasn't really a chair for her. It was a little like clambering up onto a table. But it was more dignified than the floor.

She looked at her knees and drifted. Only looked up when she heard a more familiar voice.

Frostbite had appeared at some point, and now he was talking with the doctors in the same language she'd heard him use back in the hospital. The conversation was quiet, but the glances they sent her way weren’t. Jazz sank a little lower in the chair.

Finally, Frostbite approached her. His steps were smooth and quiet despite his size, his posture rounded.

"Jazz?" He asked, and his words were soft and round too. "Hoarfrost said you didn't want to sleep?"

Not as much as she wanted to know how Danny was doing.

"Is that why you wanted to be in here?"

"I thought–"

Jazz hunched her shoulders. It was possible she'd barged in. Quietly! She’d been polite–or so it had felt at the time.

It was also possible she'd forgotten that the yetis weren't all fluent in English. And that she didn't have the training to interpret whatever was on the screens. She had maybe, possibly, assumed that she could just read the displays like her parents’. Or figure it out. Despite not knowing the language.

On what could be generously called three hours of sleep.

And then maybe been a little too embarrassed to leave.

"I just wanted to know," she mumbled.

"As would anyone who cared as you do," said Frostbite. He gave her his hand. "But we can discuss what they've learned in a place that's more comfortable for you, I think. That chair is a little large."

They ended up in a cozy room adjoining the kitchen. It strongly resembled the hospital room where Frostbite had let Jazz sob into his fur; the warm wood paneling was the same, as was the clean, creamy light. The greatest difference was in the chairs: instead of the eclectic collection that had dominated that room, here there were two human chairs, and two for yetis. It was a space clearly designed to invite calm and discussion.

Frostbite gestured for her to sit.

Jazz didn't sit. She wasn't calm. She flexed her hands at her sides.

"Danny?" She asked.

Frostbite hesitated.

It was like being punched in the gut. A tiny puff of air escaped her at the blow, and it left with something that was almost a high pitched whine. She reeled in free fall. She couldn't–he couldn't, no–

"He will survive," said Frostbite.

The world narrowed in on him, his lips moving in slow motion. Jazz saw the shape of the letters forming, the odd flow he had to take to speak English.

It was like watching a cresting wave.

It was like listening to her parents say–

"But the damage was extensive. He's lucky to have survived. Are you sure you don't want to take a seat?"

Jazz did, actually. She groped blindly for an armrest and fumbled her way into one of the chairs.

"How much do you recall of our discussion last night?"

Right now, Jazz couldn't recall much of anything.

"That's alright," said Frostbite with a wan smile. "These situations are very stressful. I will explain again."

It wasn't alright, Jazz wanted to say. Nothing was alright. She'd thought Danny would be safe, that they could wait. She'd lied. To him. To herself. Of course he wasn't safe and now their parents had–

Nothing would be alright again.

An enormous furry paw reached for one of her hands, and she realized she'd been staring at them. She let Frostbite take it, let him squeeze her hand.

"I know this is difficult for you, Jazz. Are you sure you don't want to sleep before we discuss this?"

Jazz wobbled her head in a no. She wouldn't be able to, anyway.

"Very well. If you want me to stop, just say the word. We do have time."

With another quick squeeze, he continued.

"As I mentioned earlier, cores maintain both a ghost's form and our thoughts. And your brother, Phantom… The good news is this: we do see this kind of injury. At this severity, it's most commonly seen in victims of certain predator species, but the injuries are similar enough to construct a timeline for his likely recovery. And heis very likely to recover." He punctuated the statement by giving Jazz's hand another squeeze. "We ghosts are durable."

"He's gonna be okay?" Asked Jazz, voice tiny, childish, and just a bit squeaky. A lot squeaky. The relief was too great for her to care.

"It's very likely, yes."

She sat back and closed her eyes.

Danny would beokay. She hadn't killed him with her naivety. Mom and Dad hadn't killed him. Again, added a slightly hysterical stray thought. He was, he was–

Danny was going to be okay.

"Thank you," Jazz said after the relief had receded. "Thank you so, so much."

Frostbite cleared his throat. "There is bad news."

"What is it?"

"The recovery will take time, and such injuries do not heal without leaving a mark. He will be different even when he does recover."

"I think he'd be different after our–”, Jazz said, tripping over the next word. “After our parents nearly killed him, anyway."

"Psychological trauma can change us just as much as the physical," Frostbite nodded. "However, I did mean that literally. Clockwork's first aid saved your brother's life, but his ectoplasm ‘knows’ how to maintain his own core, not Danny's.

"Anywhere your brother's core fractured, some of the repair has been and will be performed according to a blueprint of Clockwork's core rather than Danny's. The full effects will take time to become apparent, but it is somewhat like trying to fix a map of a city by taping cut out strips of a different city's map over the damaged areas. There will be parts which align with what was there before, but many will not.

“Danny's core will have to build connections between those different fragments to recover. Until that happens, some sections of his core will be inaccessible to him, except by how they influence his surrounding ectoplasm."

Jazz bit her lip. "So it's like he had a stroke?"

Frostbite nodded. "Not necessarily a stroke, but catastrophic brain trauma is an apt comparison. And you must remember our bodies are products of our minds, far more than for humans. Even for half ghosts."

"So…" Jazz trailed off. She could see where Frostbite was leading her. She didn't want to, but it felt like trying to avoid a waterfall long after the current had quickened. Dread was pulling at her just as surely. But this awful day–days.

They wouldn't end until she knew, would they?

Jazz swallowed. She'd wished she were in a nightmare many times before, that she would wake and have it melt away with the dawn.

She found herself wishing it again now.

But Jazz was too tired to be asleep, and she'd already woken up.

Sometimes, the only thing to do was keep going.

Her words still stuck to her tongue like glue, still made it stumble. "Danny won't look like himself? Or act like himself?"

"Not for months. More likely it will be years."

No.

She bit her lip hard, trying to drive all her upset into that single point of pain but still it overflowed, climbing up her nose in a stinging path and leaking from her eyes.

"I think," she'd said. "He'd be different after our parents nearly killed him anyway."

So pithy, she'd been. Too bad Danny wouldn't be able to appreciate it. Not any time soon.

Frostbite squeezed her hand again, but she barely felt it.

Months.

Years.

How old would she be when, when.

She tried imagining Danny, no recognition behind his eyes.

She tried imagining a stranger, pleading with her to recognize him.

How long would he be neither?

How long would her brother be a stranger, inside and out?

---

Jazz still hadn't finished grappling with what Frostbite had told her by the time the team psychologist gave the go-ahead for entering Long Now. The stew of hope, relief, and dread in her head left her off-balance as Tempered Wisdom approached Long Now once more.

Theoretically, it was simple.

Catastrophic brain trauma needed time to heal. While it wasn't quite in her area of interest, it still made sense. The trouble came when trying to imagine her little brother with it. The thought slipped through her fingers to tumble away at every opportunity, even as it sat on her chest like an overweight cat.

It had been hours since the first readings from the tank indicated Danny's core had been placed inside, and Jazz had managed another bout of fitful sleep, plagued by visions of a stranger wearing her brother's face, melting, melting until that was unrecognizable, too.

But it was still a far more lucid Jazz who stepped into Long Now than the one who had left it what felt like so long ago.

She was lucid enough now to notice the claustrophobic angles of the walls, the sawblade tension in the air. She could have noticed the deep shadows, the sensation of watching, watching, watching that marched down the spine of everyone else, or even the reluctance and paranoia that saturated the air.

Jazz could have noticed these things.

But she had only eyes for the enormous device in the center of the room, aglow from the ectoplasm within and shadowed by the serpentine bulk of the ghost coiled around it.

His eyes were still red, still deceptively blank. His skin still glowed the same pale blue, and the scar over one of his eyes was clear and dark.

"Clockwork," said Frostbite, and put a paw on Jazz's shoulder.

Clockwork's skin shivered as his attention narrowed in on Frostbite. His eyes shivered with it.

His coils shifted.

Between them, Jazz saw a tiny brightness in the liquid ectoplasm filling the tank.

Danny.

She pulled against Frostbite's paw, and after a moment he let go and then she was stumbling, running, there, pressed against the glass.

"Danny," she breathed.

In the tank, a tiny marble floated in a sea of ectoplasm.

[paperanddice]

Leng is a strange and hostile place of dreams, found in the Overworld. It is largely inhabited by the beings known as denizens of Leng, having no proper name for themselves that they have ever shared with outsiders. These people often travel out into the world, riding great ships that can shift from the Overworld down to the planet below, visiting ports and trading in goods and slaves, offering large and flawless rubies as payment. Sometimes however they arrive in vicious raids, capturing people and goods and returning back to the Overworld where pursuit is nearly impossible. While travelling they disguise themselves as human, hiding their unnatural features below voluminous robes, heavy shawls or turbans, gloves or hand wrappings, and face coverings of all sorts. Behind these disguises they have hoofed feet, tentacle filled mouths, horns upon their brow and head, and clawed hands. Killing them is nearly impossible, as they simply follow their bond to the Overworld back home, reforming there and plotting to return to take revenge.

Hunched, raptor-like reptiles, destrachan have no eyes and instead just a large, circular mouth that dominates their narrow head. While their teeth are dangerous weapons, far more deadly is their voice, which can bellow out with enough force to pop eardrums, pulp bodies, and even shatter metal if they get the right harmonic frequencies. Dangerous, pack hunting inhabitants of the Underworld, they stalk narrow tunnels in groups and ambush prey in coordinated assaults. Their communication is in registers far above the hearing range of most other creatures, letting them coordinate their attacks without being overheard, and some even learn words or whole phrases in humanoid languages, though they're unable to speak them. Rather, most destrachan seem to use what they've learned to better hunt.

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Denizen of Leng  4th level troop [humanoid]  Initiative: +10 Numbing Bite +9 vs. AC - 12 damage. Natural Even Hit: The target is also hampered until the end of its next turn. Natural 18 or 20: The target is hampered (save ends). Planar Regeneration 5: While its not in its home in the Overworld, the denizen of Leng’s unnatural flesh heals 5 hit points at the start of its turn. It can regenerate 5 times per battle. If it heals to its maximum hit points, then that use of regeneration doesn’t count against the five-use limit. If a denizen of Leng drops to 0 hit points while it still has uses of regeneration left, it’s body dissolves into nothingness, leaving behind just its equipment, and reforms soon in the Overworld. It can only be killed permanently if slain without any uses of regeneration left. Unusual Anatomy: Whenever the denizen of Leng is hit with a critical hit, it can roll a saving throw; on a success, it treats the crit as a normal hit. AC 19 PD 16 MD 17 HP 56

Destrachan  Large 4th level caster [beast]  Initiative: +7 Bite and Claws +8 vs. AC (2 attacks) - 10 damage. R: Sonic Pulse +9 vs. PD (one nearby enemy) - 25 thunder damage. Natural Even Hit: The destrachan recharges destructive soundwave. Miss: 10 thunder damage. C: Destructive Soundwave +9 vs. PD (1d3+1 nearby enemies) - 10 thunder damage. Natural Even Hit: The target is also weakened (easy save ends, 6+). Natural Odd Hit: One item the target is wearing or carrying is destroyed unless the target succeeds on a hard save (16+). If the item is a magic weapon, the target gains a +10 bonus to the save. Limited Use: 1/battle. Resist Thunder 16+. AC 20 PD 14 MD 17 HP 114

[fictional-love-is-my-life]

If transformers were real and you could choose to be one on cybertron, what would you be? Starting with your faction. Autobot, deception, or neutral. And what would you want your job to be? archivist, medic, soldier, shopkeeper, teacher, bar tender, etc. And where would you want to live? Iacon (the autobot capital) kaon ( the deception capital) or another specific location on cybertron? And last, what age would you love to live in? The Golden age, pre-war, during war, post war? 👽 🤖

Oooh! There's so much choice with this.

First, I would be an Autobot.

For my job, I think I'd love to be a mechanic/scientist. I'd like to be able to be one of the ones that built ships that searched the universe, or built items to help better the world. Then in the war I'd use my skills to build weapons.

For where I would live, I'd want to be from Harmonex. Harmonex is known as the Singing City on Cybertron, where it serves as a center for art and learning. It holds within it lithic crystals that sing in perfect harmonic frequency. With the rebirth of Cybertron, it has become a tensely-guarded neutral haven.

And then age. I would want to be Pre-war. I wouldn't be too old, but I'd have lived in a good time and seen Cybertron at its peak before the war.

[random-writerings]

Touch Me (Til I Find Myself) ~ Chapter 9

Word Count: 4.6k

Masterlist // AO3

The team gathered in the containment pod, waiting for Enoch to release it from the Zephyr. 

“Are you sure this thing is safe?” Deke asked.

“We’ll be fine,” Jemma assured him. “It’s been through worse.”

Once they were separated from Z-One, Fitz navigated the pod towards the Lighthouse, docking outside one of Kasius’ levels. The doors opened, revealing the corridor in almost complete darkness, lit only by red lights. This level was nicer than the human levels – there were no exposed pipes or uneven floors. Instead, this corridor was much cleaner, with smooth white walls that didn’t have a mark on them. 

And it was silent. The human levels had been overcrowded and noisy, but this corridor was deserted. The Lighthouse had been ominous before but this made Kris feel even more uneasy.

Everyone exited cautiously, using their torches to scan the surrounding area.

“All clear,” Daisy announced as Deke closed the containment pod doors.

“Hopefully we can say the same for Enoch,” Fitz added.

Enoch had stayed behind on the Zephyr in order to power up the machine to send them home. He had hidden himself in the lab after ensuring the team’s escape, suspecting that the Kree would search the ship.

Just then, Coulson’s radio crackled.

“The diversion seems to have worked,” Enoch’s robotic voice came through. “They’re still searching the ship.”

“Good,” Coulson replied. “You’re secure?”

“Yes. The machine will be online by the time Flint builds the monolith.”

“Easier said than done.” Coulson sighed.

They continued down the corridor, carefully checking around corners for any Kree. Fitz held one half of the shard tightly in his hand.

“So, one more time,” Deke said. “The machine uses the little piece to trigger the bigger piece through space?”

“Yeah, or time,” Fitz replied shortly.

“It mirrors the harmonic resonant frequency of photons which can exist out of space-time,” Jemma explained more thoroughly. 

“Yeah, I hear you saying words, but what–what do they –” Deke stuttered, only to be interrupted by Daisy.

“If Flint can’t construct the monolith, none of this matters.”

“Robin said he can,” May insisted, “so I believe it.”

“He’s just a kid, May,” Kris reminded her. “He only got his powers recently. He might not have the right amount of control or the strength to build something out of nothing.”

“We’ll talk him through it once we meet them,” Jemma reassured.

“You two get that thing to Flint,” Coulson addressed Fitzsimmons. “We’ll worry about survivors –”

“And kill Kasius,” Deke added. 

“– Get them to safety.”

“And then we kill Kasius?” Deke insisted. “When does that happen? Because some of us aren’t getting out of here on a magic rock.”

All of the horrible things Kris had heard about Kasius flashed through her mind – enslaving people and removing their hearing, breeding Inhumans and making them fight each other, then selling them to the highest bidder, buying the Roaches to keep the humans under control, sending people to the surface to die, public executions, the Renewals, the bombs in the oxygen supply that Mack had told them about … the list went on and on. They had to take him out to ensure humanity’s survival.

“He’s right,” Kris chimed in. “We can’t leave while Kasius is still alive.”

“We won’t leave until humanity is in control of its future,” Coulson promised. “But, in the meantime, everyone do your job. Then meet at the rendezvous point.”

Fitzsimmons nodded and left, going to meet Mack, Yo-Yo, and Flint. The rest of them went down another corridor, determined to free the Inhumans Kasius had imprisoned. 

~~~

Four Kree guards marched down the corridor, surrounding a group of young Inhumans. The team hid, waiting to ambush them. As the group approached, Coulson nodded to Deke, who rounded the corner and shot the guard at the front in the chest.

May appeared from behind, stabbing another guard in the back. Coulson shot another guard with an ICER Fitz had given him, while Daisy ducked an axe swing from another.

The guard Deke had shot stayed standing, charging at him. Kris darted out from behind Deke, tackling the alien and causing him to stumble back a few steps. Kris yanked the massive gun from his hands and beat him over the head with it. While the Kree was knocked off balance, she aimed the gun at him and shot him again. He crumpled to the ground, collapsing in a heap. Behind her, Daisy violently bashed her opponent’s head against the wall while Coulson encouraged the Inhumans to escape.

“Let’s go! Go, go, go!” He waved his hand, urging the Inhumans to follow him. “Get the Inhumans to the Trawler!”

May ushered the Inhumans in the right direction, joining Deke and Kris at the back of the group. Kris dropped the Kree gun, letting it clatter beside the guard's body. It was too heavy to carry around and too bulky to work with her fighting style.

“Guns, man!” Deke’s voice was filled with excitement. “It’s like cheating! They shouldn’t give these to anyone that’s not a really, really good person.”

“You think there’d be a law,” May muttered sarcastically, making Kris chuckle. 

The three of them followed the Inhumans. Kris heard Coulson shout for Daisy, his tone urgent. She turned to see Coulson raising his gun at some guy charging at Daisy. May grabbed her arm, pulling her forward.

“He’s human. They can handle it,” she reminded Kris.

They made their way through the Lighthouse, Deke leading the group with Kris just behind him, and May bringing up the rear. Deke had his gun out, clearly trying to copy the way the agents held their guns. But he was waving it around a little bit too wildly for Kris’ taste. 

“Alright, give me that.” She snatched it from his grasp. 

“Hey, come on,” he protested.

“Remember what I said about caution and restraint? You are far too trigger-happy and definitely not practising proper gun safety.”

“So, you’re leaving me defenceless against the Kree? You know, the aliens that are bigger and stronger than the average human?”

“Oh don’t be so dramatic.” Kris rolled her eyes. “As tempting as that may seem, no. You’ll get it back if we run into danger. Until then, it’s confiscated so you don’t accidentally kill someone.”

“‘Tempting’? You’re tempted to leave me at the mercy of the Kreepers?” Deke pretended to be offended. “How heartless. And after all the good times we’ve shared together.”

Kris’ head whipped around to glare at him. May was close behind them and could have overheard him. And if he was referring to what she thought he was …

He saw her expression and sighed. “Joking,” he said, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“Whatever,” she muttered. “Just watch it.” The threat in her voice was unmistakable.

Eventually, they reached the docking station where another Trawler was waiting for them. May and Kris helped the Inhumans on board, assuring them they were safe now. 

When Kris noticed Deke was no longer with them, she turned to see him standing with … Tess? Kris’ eyes widened – it couldn’t be her. Surely not.

“I heard you were dead,” Deke breathed, astounded. Tess nervously played with her hands, avoiding looking at him. “You look good for … dead. I mean … You don’t look great, but you – I mean, you’ve been through something, but –” Deke stumbled over his words, trying to reassure Tess.

“It’s good to see you too, Deke,” Tess cut him off, smiling slightly. 

Deke smiled back. They stared at each other for a moment, unsure of what to say next. Deke gave her a small nod and then joined the team by the ladder. Kris saw Coulson talking to Tess. Of course he would. If anyone understood what she was going through, it was him. Being brought back from the dead wasn’t a pleasant experience, or so she had heard.

Deke kept glancing back at Tess, as if unsure she was really there. 

“You don’t have to come to the rendezvous point with us, you know,” Kris reminded him. “You can stay here, leave with them.” She gestured down the ladder to the people in the Trawler. 

Deke glanced down as one of Kasius’ servants descended. There was a hint of longing in his eyes, as if he was considering it. But then it was gone, replaced with resolve. 

“No. My dad died making sure you guys got here. I have to make sure you get back. Finish what he started.”

Kris admired his determination, but she wasn't comfortable with Deke putting himself in harm's way to help them – there was always the chance he might not make it out, and she really didn't need that on her conscience.  Kris opened her mouth to say something but was interrupted.

“Okay, the Trawler’s almost ready,” Daisy announced as she left the hangar. “We should get to the rendezvous.”

“You okay flying them up to the human levels?” May asked Tess.

“I’ve been watching enough to manage on my own,” Tess said confidently. “I’ll be back for Flint, and anyone else coming up.” Her eyes darted behind Coulson to Deke.

“Good.” Coulson smiled. “Now get out of here.”

Tess smiled back then hopped up into the hangar. As Coulson was about to close the doors, she turned to him.

“You were right. We can fight back.”

Kris was glad Tess was back, even if her resurrection had been unpleasant. She would make a good leader – organised, cool-headed, and authoritative when she needed to be. Humanity would be in safe hands with Tess and Flint.

~~~

They made it to the rendezvous point but Fitzsimmons, Mack, Yo-Yo, and Flint hadn’t arrived yet. The room was silent, the air thick with tension as they waited.

Suddenly, the radio crackled to life. 

“Hello again,” Enoch’s calm voice echoed in the quiet room. “They have located me. Repeat, they have located me.”

Coulson picked up the radio. “We copy. You sure they found you?”

“The evidence is highly suggestive.” Enoch’s voice remained emotionless, completely unbothered by the fact that their whole plan was on the brink of ruin. Kris was starting to hate him more and more.

“We never should have left him alone.” Coulson sighed.

“We’re here forever if he loses control of that machine,” May stated. 

“Goddamn it,” Kris muttered defeatedly, pinching the bridge of her nose. 

“Enoch, how long can you hold out?” Coulson asked, panic seeping into his voice.

There was a pause before Enoch replied. “I calculate twelve minutes.”

May shook her head and sighed.

“What?” Daisy asked disbelievingly. “That is not enough time. That machine activates a monolith we haven’t even built yet.”

“We have to go secure the Zephyr,” May suggested. 

“It’s too far away,” Kris chimed in. “We won’t make it there and back in time.”

“Oh, damn it. Really?” Deke groaned. “We had to leave the machine in the hands of some automaton?”

Kris and Daisy crossed their arms and frowned at him.

“Hey, none of us were exactly thrilled at the idea,” Kris retorted. “You were the one who told us the Kree can scan for lifeforms onboard. He was the only one who could be left behind and not be detected.”

“Yeah, well, this whole thing was a shitty idea! I knew the moment that I laid eyes on all of you that this was going to spell my downfall.” He paced around, sighing. 

“Hey, no one asked you to stick around,” Kris reminded him harshly. “In fact, we made it pretty clear we wanted you to get lost.”

“You were the ones following me around!” Deke gestured at her and Daisy.

“Because we didn’t trust you to keep your mouth shut,” Kris countered. 

“God, I hate you,” he mumbled, rolling his eyes. “Look, I’ll go.” He held out his hand towards Kris, palm up. “But I’d rather not walk in there unarmed.”

Kris hesitated, unsure if he was serious. He raised his eyebrows at her impatiently and she relented. She pulled out the gun that she had stashed in her belt and, turning it to face her, handed it over grip first. He took it while the others watched, stunned.

“I’ll secure the machine and … save the weird robot.” He sounded defeated.

Coulson and Daisy exchanged a glance.

“Well, I’ll come,” Daisy offered. “It’d be better if we take the plane together.”

“Yeah. No duh!” Deke said sarcastically. “But, as Kris said, none of the time-travellers can go because you all need to be at the rendezvous when it’s turned on. So, do the math.”

“You’re one guy against the Kree,” Coulson interjected. “You’ll be massively out-gunned.”

Deke opened his arms wide. “Kinda trying to do the whole hero thing here, man. Is that your pep talk?” 

Kris almost smiled at his sarcasm. Deke had a point – it was a pretty shit pep talk. 

Deke sighed. “You guys get killed, and who saves the world then? I told my parents not to believe in this Roach-crap fairy tale, and they went and they died for it anyway. And I’m probably next in line.” His voice was strained, holding back his emotions. “But there is no way in hell that I am gonna let some blue Kreeper destroy that machine before I get to see whether or not that damn thing was worth any of this!”

Deke tried to walk off but Daisy stopped him. “Look, I’m sure you put up a good fight. But if my ride home depends on that machine, I’m gonna secure it myself.”

“You-you drive me out of my skull,” Deke said through gritted teeth. “This part of you – this impetuous, bull-headed, squabbling –” “I was offering backup, genius,” Daisy yelled.

“No, when the other side of you is a friggin’ hero who can’t help herself but do good, then be great. The world needs that person to make it home.” There was a pause as Deke’s words sunk in. Kris thought that was the first time he had ever complimented Daisy. “Just try not to destroy it when you get there.” And the Deke they knew was back.

“Deke’s right,” Kris cut in. “I can’t believe I keep saying that, but he is. You’re Quake, you’re a hero. You’re a symbol people can get behind and the world needs that. You have to go back. I don’t.”

“Hang on, what?” Daisy asked incredulously. 

“And besides,” Kris continued, ignoring her. “Kasius wants you – you’d be walking straight into a trap. However, he doesn’t know or care about me so I’m the best option to provide Deke with backup. Because let’s be honest, he’s really going to need it.”

“Rude.” Deke made a face at her.

“Kris, if you don’t make it back to the monolith –” May started, but Kris interrupted.

“Who cares? If I’m being honest, this is maybe a bit of a selfish decision. I have a better chance of survival if I stay here.” She avoided Daisy’s gaze as she said that, knowing it would hurt her friend’s feelings. “And there are untrained Inhumans here. S.H.I.E.L.D. tried every method of controlling Inhuman powers with me, so I could help them. And I have the knowledge of the way things were before the apocalypse, so I can help humanity find its future.” She turned to Coulson with pleading eyes. “I can do some good.”

“What about the good you can do back home?” he asked. “What about the people you can save there?”

“Sir, I might not survive –”

“We won’t let that happen,” Coulson promised her. “We need to stick together. It’s the only way we’ll be able to fix this.”

Kris opened her mouth to argue but Deke spoke up first.

“Yeah, no offence, but I kinda want the glory of a heroic self-sacrifice all to myself.” He grinned at her. “Besides, I can’t wait to be rid of you. You’ve been hanging around me from the moment we met so, just this once, leave me the hell alone.”

Just like in Grill’s, even though he was coming across as arrogant and selfish, Kris recognised that he was trying to help her. She debated with herself for a moment – she didn’t want to stay in this post-apocalyptic future but she still thought it was the best course of action. Out of the corner of her eye, she caught May and Coulson glancing at each other. She knew that look – they weren’t going to let her go back to the Zephyr. 

She sighed, giving in. “Fine, go and get yourself killed. See if I care.”

Deke rolled his eyes and scoffed. “Thank god you’re leaving. You’re insufferable, all of you.”

“It was almost nice knowing you,” Daisy retorted as Deke walked away. 

“Can’t wait to never see you again,” Kris called after him.

“This has been the worst experience of my life,” he shouted over his shoulder. “So, good riddance.”

“God, you are still the most infuriating person I’ve ever met.”

He turned to give her one last playfully exasperated look. “And you’re still a giant pain in my ass.”

Then he rounded the corner and he was gone. Hopefully for good this time. 

There was a small part of her, though, that thought she might actually miss him. A very, very small part. 

No, he had done nothing but annoy her since they met, she reminded herself. She was glad to see the back of him. 

~~~

May, Coulson, and Kris stood guard as Daisy fixed the elevator panel. It was eerily silent and they were all on edge. They had left the rendezvous when the others hadn’t shown up, and decided to head straight to Kasius’ suites where Flint would build the monolith. They just hoped the others were there already.

“How we looking?” Coulson asked.

“Almost done,” Daisy replied, her face screwed up in concentration. 

The panel beeped faintly and the screen which Daisy had removed lit up. She tapped a few buttons and the elevator doors opened.

“All set,” she announced. “Express train to the bottom of the Lighthouse, no stops.”

“Right to the belly of the beast,” May added.

They walked inside, unsure of what to expect but preparing for a fight.

But Daisy hesitated.

“Daisy,” Coulson addressed her, “can’t waste time.”

Daisy glanced between them all, then back at Coulson with a determined look in her eyes.

“I’m not coming,” she stated simply.

Coulson exchanged a glance with May then stepped towards Daisy. “I know you’re scared about going home –”

“No, I’m terrified. Look around. Billions of people, gone. If there’s a chance I’m the cause … I can’t go.” Her voice was quiet as she shook her head.

May stepped forward. “We can get through this together. You don’t even have your powers anymore.”

“It’s only a matter of time,” Daisy argued, “and you know it. If there’s an emergency or if one of you is in danger, I will need them, and we will find a way. If I go through that portal, you know it’s the beginning of the end.” She avoided looking at Kris as she said that.

“I don’t,” Coulson countered. “We don’t even know you did this.”

“I was right in the epicentre.”

“Coulson’s right,” Kris interjected. “We don’t know for sure that you did this.” Daisy opened her mouth to argue but Kris carried on. “There was someone else, remember? In that news report, they mentioned another powered person. It could have been them –”

“You don’t actually believe that? Like Deke said, who else could have done this except me?”

“You can’t stay here,” Kris insisted. “You have to come back with us.”

“You, of all people, should want to stay as far away from me as possible!” Daisy exclaimed. 

“Well, I don’t,” Kris retorted. “You’re my friend, Daisy. And I am not leaving you behind.”

“None of us are,” Coulson added. “I won’t let you sacrifice yourself because you’re scared of what’s to come.”

“What’s to come is the end of everything!” Daisy replied harshly.

“If you can change the future here, you can change it from back home,” May insisted. 

“But we know this solution works,” Daisy argued, almost pleading with them. “We can stop this today.”

“No, it’s not about today,” Coulson said. “It’s about tomorrow. Even if we solve this problem, the world is never safe. The job goes on. We go on.” There was a pause as he stared at Daisy, his eyes desperate for her to change her mind. “Please.” 

But Daisy was not backing down “Maybe I don’t go with you. You know it's the right move. Coulson, as an agent of S.H.I.E.L.D., you trained me to fight. Now I’m making my stand … here.”

“May trained you to fight,” Coulson replied, turning away. Then he suddenly turned around again. “I need you to lead.”

Coulson shot Daisy with the ICER. She thudded to the floor while May and Kris stared, frozen in shock.

Coulson walked over to Daisy, put his gun away then picked her up gently, carrying her into the elevator with them. He looked between May and Kris like he was daring them to say something. Neither of them did. 

Kris tapped the panel on the wall and the doors closed, sending them down further into Kasius’ levels.

~~~

They entered Kasius’ suites where Mack, Jemma, Fitz, and Flint were already waiting for them. Another girl was with them, dressed in the light blue robes of Kasius’ servants. 

“What happened?” Jemma asked, concerned for Daisy.

“He ICE’d her,” May replied coldly. “She didn’t want to come.”

“I’m not leaving anyone behind,” Coulson insisted as he laid Daisy down on a table.

“Where’s Yo-Yo?” Mack asked. “She didn’t find you?”

Kris shook her head. “We haven’t seen her.”

“She’s not with you?” Coulson asked.

“No, she was picking up some survivors. She should be back by now.”

The team shot each other worried glances.

“She’ll make it back,” Coulson assured them all. “She’s strong.”

Mack picked up his shotgun axe and started towards the corridor.

“Hurry,” Coulson urged him. “Who knows when that portal’s gonna open.”

May headed over to Flint while Jemma stayed by Daisy’s side. 

“You’re Flint?” May asked him. 

He turned around to face her and nodded. “Yes.” 

May smiled at him. “You’re going to get us home.”

He smiled back at her. “Yes. I am.”

“Good.” The smile dropped off her face and she was back to being serious May. “What are you waiting for?”

She stepped away and Flint turned back to stare at the monolith shard in his hands. Kris felt for him – this was a lot to put on his shoulders so soon after he received his powers. She watched him shut his eyes and take a deep breath. For a moment, nothing happened. Then the shard floated out of his hand, coming to a stop a few feet in front of him. It hovered there, above a pile of rocks, waiting.

The rest of the team looked up, intrigued by what was happening. The rocks also began to float, moving closer to the shard. White limestone was removed from the walls, the thin clouds of dust flowing through the air towards the shard. The rocks connected with each other seamlessly, slowly building up the monolith they had seen before. 

Once it was complete, they all stared in awe. Kris walked up to Flint, patting him on the shoulder.

“Nice work, kid. You’re a natural.”

“Thanks.” Flint smiled, almost surprised at himself.

Coulson grabbed the radio. “Deke, come in.”

“Yeah, we’re here,” came Deke’s reply.

“We got the monolith built,” Coulson informed him. “I think it might work. How’s the machine coming?”

There was a pause, then Deke answered him. “It’s great. We found a fix for the machine.” His tone was upbeat but something didn’t feel right.

“Good. You were right about taking the Zephyr.”

“Just make sure everyone’s in place the second we get it powered on, alright? We’re only gonna get one shot at this.”

“Right.” Coulson’s voice was low. “You know, your parents would be proud of you.”

Another long pause. “Well, we’re about to give them a hell of a show.”

Kris thought that was a weird thing to say until she realised what he meant. Her eyes widened.

“Thanks. We’ll have everyone in place.” Coulson turned away from the monolith to face the team, turning off the radio. “That machine’s gonna explode. It’s not safe down here.” He spoke to Flint and the girl in particular.

“What?” Flint looked around at them. 

“You’re welcome to come back with us, but if not, you got to leave now,” Coulson told him. “Meet Tess at the Trawler.”

“Where? Which one?” the girl asked, panic seeping into her voice.

“But Mack, Yo-Yo … they’re not back yet,” Flint worried. He looked around them like he was hoping they had a plan. But they didn’t. Either Mack and Yo-Yo made it back in time or they didn’t. There wasn’t much else they could do.

Flint sighed then looked up at Coulson. “Tell them I had more work to do.”

Coulson nodded and Flint took the girl’s hand, leading her away to rejoin the rest of humanity.

“Come on. I know the way.”

The girl thanked them before they hurried off. Then Jemma approached Coulson.

“Coulson, what’s happening?” she asked.

“Where are they?” he asked in return, referring to Mack and Yo-Yo. If anyone knew, it would be Jemma – she had spent the most time down here.

Jemma thought for a moment, then it suddenly occurred to her. “I know where they are.”

“Go.” Coulson nodded.

Jemma ran off and Kris started to follow her but Coulson stopped her.

“Not you.”

“Sir –”

“Too many of us are missing. I’m trying to keep as many here as possible.”

Kris relented, but she wasn’t happy about it.

“What about Deke?” she asked. “We can’t leave him in the Zephyr. He’ll die.” Coulson didn’t say anything. “We have to wait as long as possible before firing up the machine. He deserves a chance to escape with everyone else.”

“He might not make it to the Trawler in time,” Coulson said. “We can’t delay their take off for one person.”

“And none of us can rescue him without being left behind or, worse, killed in the explosion,” May chimed in.

“We can’t just let him die without trying to help him. That’s not how we do things.” Kris frowned. 

“It sounds like he knows what’s going to happen,” Coulson said quietly. “He’s made his choice and we should respect that.”

“Guys, we got a problem,” Deke’s voice crackled on the radio.

Coulson picked it up. “What’s wrong?”

“I’m using Enoch to power the machine, but I’m losing him. You gotta launch now.”

“What?” Fitz snatched the radio from Coulson. “No, Deke, it’s too early. The team isn’t back yet.” He paused. “Enoch. Enoch, buddy, hang on. I know that you’ve done so much already, but please, please just hang on.”

“Guys, I’m buying as much time as I can here!” Deke sounded panicked. 

“The rock’s gonna open,” May radioed Jemma. “Get here now!” 

“I always knew that working with you guys was gonna blow up in my face!” Deke yelled. “But it’s about to get literal!”

Coulson picked up Daisy and the team gathered in front of the rock, anxiously checking the door behind them for any sign of the others.

“You know she’ll never forgive you, right?” May asked Coulson.

He glanced down at Daisy, still unconscious. “I have to hope.”

“We’re losing him! I’m out of time!”

The rock began to shake. Then a bright light blinded them as the monolith turned to white liquid. Kris threw her arm over her eyes to shield them as she felt the liquid wash over her ankles, dragging her under. 

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neurontape 1972 a 50-year-old Japanese tape machine watch the video try demo $ 50 $ 35buy $ 50 $ 35 neurontape 1972 a 50-year-old Japanese tape machine watch the video try demo $ 50 $ 35buy $ 50 $ 35 about neurontape 1972 Neurontape 1972 brings to you a fantastic simulation of this piece of equipment that is a bit hard to find in good shape these days. We captured it from a unit that remain mostly untouched for its years. The preamp sound is thick, warm and will wildly saturate the circuit if overloaded. This unit is Japanese made, about 50 years old. It sounds awesome. mix applications From mix-bus to parallel distortion, Neurontape 1972 is a must have plugin for those who want to saturate tracks, glue the mix together with natural analog signal compression or even analog distort. Experiment with different input/output levels to get to know what the circuit is really capable of. authentic vintage circuit and tape behavior With careful attention to detail, we've created a plugin that simulates the subtle nuances of this tape machine, such as tape hiss, wow and flutter, and harmonic distortion, to give your recordings an authentic vintage sound. tape options choose between a new or old tape Neurontape 1972 can run its preamp on different tape conditions.A newer tape have a wider frequency range and a cleaner noise, while when it is older, it will have more character while being a bit unstable. unit’s equalizer different sources requires different eq Back in 1972, this unit was shipped with a built-in equalizer for suiting different recording scenarios. Of course, Neurontape 1972 also have it. the user interface Neurontape 1972 is shipped with input/output level control, input/output level metering, tape preamp level control, wow/flutter controls, presets, noise level control, tape age control, equalizer control, and monitor tape/source as on the machine itself. system requirements Neurontape 1972 comes in 64-bit VST3 / AU. Available in both mono and stereo.Works on Windows 10 to recent, OSX 10.12 to recent and debian based Linux. Internet connection is required for unlocking the plugin, there is no offline unlocking. Detailed information about system requirements is available at our support center. neurontape 1972 a 50-year-old Japanese tape machine watch the video try demo $ 50 $ 35buy $ 50 $ 35 download neurontape 1972 demo Demo version are for demonstration purposes only. Choose your download: Linux macOS Windows Close

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STOCHASTIC ASYMMETRY - for eruptive harsh noise assault patterns (2nd batch)

The STOCHASTIC ASYMMETRY is a machine to generate glitched-out eruptive noise assault patterns. it is a signal generator for those who are interested in exploring the harsher spectrum of experimental noise making. STOCHASTIC ASYMMETRY can be the base battery for any anti-fascist noise resistance set-up and running it through a chain of manipulating EFX will lead to massive sonic results. Simply put... 5 square wave oscillators of which 2 are LFOs generate complex waveforms which are getting further effected by a starve control, a distortion and a resonant low pass filter.

Of course nothing really is simple, so here are more details: WAVING: Each of the 3 square wave oscillators has a FREQUENCY potentiometer for controling pitch, a RANGE toggle switch to select 2 different frequency ranges, a MODE toggle switch that enables latch or trigger mode and a TRIGGER button switch, as well as a orange indicator LED. In trigger mode, the oscillator is mixed into the signal only momentary as long as the trigger is depressed. But be aware, the machine has a non-linear response in the trigger section and sometimes an oscillator raises it's voice even when you did not engage it with the trigger, that is part of the fun and it can get less out of control depending on the starve setting. when the oscillator's LED is on it's LED is on and it might or might not switch off when you repress the trigger, but as said, this function is highly stochastic and i have not been able to predict it (a lesson for control freaks!). All three oscillators have different ranges, higher on the left and lowering towards the right. A MIX toggle switch selects linear or non linear mixing, the non-linear mixing is a bit more uneven and noisy.

MODULATING: Each of the 2 LFOs has a SPEED control and similar to the other oscillators a MODE toggle switch and when in trigger mode the LFO can be activated temporally, which is most interesting when running in higher speeds for tremolo-like effects or high pitch noise assaults in the highest setting.

SOUNDSHAPING: the signal generated with oscillators with or without LFOs is shaped by two more controls, which are highly depending on other setting on the machine, so they as well, do not have a fully linear response. the EDGE control works like a distortion, that adds more sharp edges to the waveform, resulting in 'higher harmonics', while the CURVE control acts like a resonant low pass filter that rounds off the already very 'edgy' squarewave forms and it has slight self-resonance. Both of these controls are as such not affected by the power-starve function, but works differently the more the oscillator section is starved. With very much starving (STARVE counterclockwise) the CURVE control can generate almost electro-acoustic sounding crunch and hiss for example (see demovideo). Of course there is also a VOLUME control that lets you tame the output level.

STARVING: The STARVE control regulates the power that is accessible to the IC that is used for the 5 oscillators and when one turns it down (CCW) the different oscillators start to get more stochastic in their functions so the generated waveform becomes more noisy. Turning STARVE counterclockwise also has a global scale effect, it lowers the pitch of the three oscillators and the speed of the LFOs, but at the same time it also introduces high pitched noises and clicks. Similar to the other trigger functions on this machine there is also a POWER toggle switch, that is either in latch mode or activates the power trigger mode, which interacts with the STARVE function. When starve is up (CW) the decay time of the oscillators using up the available power is faster, while when STARVE is low the decay is longer, while the oscillators get less power in total.

CONNECTING: STOCHASTIC ASYMMETRY runs on 12V DC (positive inside/negative outside, 2.1mm standard socket) and unless otherwise communicated it ships with a suitable PSU with euro-plug (but i might have US-plugs anytime soon). The audio output is a standard 6.3mm mono instrument jack socket. The 2nd batch is build into standart die-cast aluminum enclosures, painted with the 'industrial burn-out' camo pattern in chrome and black. Handmade by GRM for METSÄÄN. Buy here. (link to webshop.)

Demovideo below is from the first batch, the only difference is slightly faster LFOs and all controls working the same way.

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In the remnants of a world long forgotten, where the glory of nature reclaimed the mighty works of men, there was an enigma, a woman of unearthly grace, known among the whispering trees as Elyra. Her hair, like the fire of the dying sun, cascaded around her shoulders, and her eyes held the depth of the ancient earth. She lived among the ruins of the old world, a solitary figure moving through the grand arches and fallen stones like a ghost of a time long past.

In the quiet solace of her world, she had only the company of the silent sentinels—the marble columns and stone arches entwined with the resilient arms of nature. Elyra spoke to them, sang to them, and they, in their own way, answered with the rustling leaves and the gentle caress of the wind.

Then came the day the sky roared with a sound not heard for centuries. From the heavens descended a ship of gleaming metal and pulsing lights, breaking the monotony of Elyra's world. It was the Wanderer, a vessel beyond the stars, and from it emerged beings clad in suits that shone like the morning dew. They spoke of their travels, of galaxies beyond the stars, and of their search for the legendary Mišo Kovač—a name that echoed through the cosmos, a title given to the one who could meld the old world with the new.

Elyra, intrigued by the visitors, listened to their tales. They spoke of the Mišo Kovač as an entity, not a person—a force that could harmonize the frequencies of nature with the synthetic chords of the future. They believed Elyra, with her connection to the Earth and its lost histories, might guide them to this force.

Together, they embarked on a quest, delving into the ancient libraries of crumbling cities and decoding the patterns that nature itself wove into the fabric of the planet. Elyra learned their language of lights and numbers, and the Wanderers learned the songs of the earth that Elyra hummed.

One eve, as the twin moons danced above, Elyra stood within a circle of stone, an ancient site alive with the memories of the world. She lifted her voice, and the ruins around her vibrated with the power of her song. The Wanderers activated their devices, and a harmonic convergence began.

The ground pulsed, the air shimmered, and for a moment, two worlds—one of technology, the other of nature—merged in a symphony of light and sound. The Mišo Kovač was not a person or a thing, but the harmony achieved when the past and the future sing in unison.

Elyra, the woman of fire and earth, had become the Mišo Kovač, the bridge between epochs, the melody of progression. And the Wanderers, once travelers of the stars, had found a new voyage—to explore the boundless realms of possibility that lay in the balance between the symphony of the cosmos and the whisper of the grass.

In the heart of the ruins, under the light of otherworldly stars, the old world embraced the new, and a new chapter in the saga of existence began, with Elyra, the Mišo Kovač, at its center.

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as I mentioned, youtube did that thing where it offers to translate it into the language your device is in, but I don't quite agree with it so I translated it myself for my friend and music enjoyer @ratwalks:

another day I'm wondering if I'm making any progress the noise with which I struggle now slowly harmonizes should I see another day when I don't see the sprouts of my hope, that won't die? still, around people I'm amazed and confused¹ what am I supposed to do? in my brain there's smoke around company pure confusion I regurgitate² a few words but nothing sounds smooth or like the voices I hear peace interrupted, the train is passing³ that every day stunts⁴ me completely cuz I know that everyone hears it it's a small town, one hundred not-strangers⁵ so many days and so many people and I still don't recognize their temperaments secret codes - frequencies that my ears barely hear⁶ a palette of tones of which I've never heard⁷ how to use it or recognize it but with the darkness in front of my eyes I still brave trying to exist in their eyes so many attempts to understand to communicate myself; the day that I can I feel finally a little warmth on top of the skin that barely feels you so I live still for that day of which I speak to turn it into an everyday thing because maybe a little rhythm with all that hum will cut through the mismatch⁸ and clear my⁹ mind

¹ the machine translation (MT from here on out) renders this as "I wonder about people", which is technically true, but I think this conveys the sense better. the verb "čuditi se" means both to be amazed and confused, and since this won't fit the metre anyways I elected to put both meanings in there

² MT renders this as "throw up", but "ispovratiti" can also be understood as "to regurgitate", in the sense of regurgitating information you're force-fed at school especially and I wanted to keep that double meaning

³ "proš'o voz" (in this instance used in the present tense, "prolazi voz") is equivalent to "that ship has sailed"

⁴ MT has "distracts" here, but "ometati", to me, means something more than that. I would have put "bothers me", but that has a different connotation in English, and I'm struggling to explain the difference. to me, "ometati" has none of the internal-oriented connotations that "to bother" does

⁵ this may be because I have not lived in Serbia in a decade, but to me "acquaintance" doesn't translate "poznanik" quite right, especially in the context of a small town. in a small town, you're not just acquainted, everyone knows your parents and your siblings and your grandparents and how your great uncle died and about the feud you have with your neighbors over their fence choices and so on and so forth - at least the small towns my parents grew up

⁶ MT renders "these ears of mine can barely hear" but I elected not to use that, on account of the fact that Serbian's near-complete free word order means that the original sentence doesn't scan nearly as unusually as the MT does in English

⁷ MT's "I don't know about" is a perfectly acceptable way to translate this line, but it carries a double meaning that I don't discern as being present in the original so I altered it to be a bit harder to read as also meaning something like "I'm not sure about"

⁸ MT renders "discord" but to me that felt a little stronger, while in my experience "nesklad" can mean simply that something doesn't fit or doesn't agree

⁹ MT rendered this as "THE mind" (emphasis mine) but I think in context this refers to the speaker's mind specifically, and I think that is a distinction worth preserving, as it's more personal phrasing than what the MT has

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I've translated a few other Serbian songs into English for my friends, but I've never really put them out into the world before. I also haven't lived in Serbia or a majority BCMS speaking country in over ten years, so if I mistranslated something or if you have OpinionsTM, please tell me!! just be nicey maybe?

but yeah I wanted to translate this song because I really liked it and I thought that was happening on the meta level was So Cool. using a vocaloid that's made to sing Japanese to make a song in Serbian is probably pretty hard, and the end result makes it really sound like she's struggling to communicate. I was glad for the lyrics in your comment and in the video, or I wouldn't have been able to follow along at some points with my auditory processing disorder, but I think the end result makes it all the sweeter? because I can still understand it, which speaks to the wonderful adaptivity of the human brain and the fact that having an accent doesn't mean you shouldn't use the language

as someone for who English is a second language, and who's autistic, the struggle with communication really hit me. awesome song op 👍

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