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Introducing Titecho's Three-Phase AC Motor!

1、Energy Efficient - Reduces costs

2、Reliable Performance - Built to last

3、Versatile Applications - Perfect for any industrial setup

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Being in the market for reliable motors can be challenging, but finding single phase motors online has never been easier. At J. Gardner Electric Motors, we provide a broad selection to meet diverse needs. Each motor is built to ensure excellent performance and durability, keeping your projects on track without a hitch. Whether you're working on industrial machinery or domestic applications, our motors are tailored to deliver optimal functionality. Elevate your equipment's efficiency with components designed for longevity. Browse our catalogue and see how quality meets convenience with our exceptional single phase motors online. Make the smart choice and keep your operations running smoothly.

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YSY-90-4BS Black Single-Phase Cold Air AC Motor

A popular product independently developed by Miduo Motor Factory. Currently exported to the Middle East. Its current rating is 1.1 amps, which represents the current draw of the motor. The motor is designed with a black casing, giving it a modern and simple appearance, and making it suitable for a variety of applications.

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What Are the Advantages of Single Phase Electric Motors?

In today's industrial and residential applications, Single Phase Electric Motors are a cornerstone of reliable and efficient power delivery. These motors are celebrated for their simplicity, versatility, and cost-effectiveness, making them a popular choice for a wide range of uses. Let's explore the key advantages that make single phase electric motors a preferred solution in various settings.

Key Advantages of Single Phase Electric Motors

1. Simplicity and Ease of Use

Straightforward Design: Single phase motors have a simpler construction compared to three-phase motors, resulting in easier installation and maintenance.

User-Friendly: Ideal for applications where ease of operation is crucial, requiring minimal technical expertise for setup and operation.

2. Versatility

Wide Range of Applications: Suitable for a variety of uses, from household appliances and small machinery to pumps, fans, and compressors.

Adaptability: Can be used in residential, commercial, and light industrial settings, offering flexibility in deployment.

3. Cost-Effectiveness

Lower Initial Costs: Generally more affordable than three-phase motors, making them an economical choice for many applications.

Reduced Maintenance Expenses: Their simpler design translates to fewer components that might need repair or replacement, lowering long-term maintenance costs.

4. Efficiency and Performance

Reliable Operation: Provides consistent and dependable performance in various conditions.

Energy Efficiency: Designed to deliver adequate power with minimal energy consumption, especially in low to moderate load applications.

5. Availability

Widespread Access: Easily available from numerous suppliers and manufacturers, ensuring you can find the right motor for your needs without extensive searching.

Standardization: Often built to standardized specifications, making replacement and compatibility straightforward.

Applications of Single Phase Electric Motors

Residential Uses

Home Appliances: Powers common household items such as refrigerators, washing machines, and air conditioners.

HVAC Systems: Essential in heating, ventilation, and air conditioning units, providing efficient climate control.

Commercial Applications

Small Machinery: Drives equipment like grinders, drills, and saws in workshops and small-scale manufacturing units.

Pumps and Compressors: Ideal for water pumps and air compressors in commercial buildings and facilities.

Agricultural Settings

Irrigation Systems: Operates pumps and other equipment essential for modern agriculture.

Processing Equipment: Used in small-scale agricultural processing machines.

Why Choose Single Phase Electric Motors?

Choosing single phase electric motors means opting for a solution that balances simplicity, versatility, and cost-efficiency. These motors are engineered to meet the demands of a broad spectrum of applications while ensuring reliable and efficient operation.

Embrace the advantages of single phase electric motors and enhance your operational efficiency across residential, commercial, and agricultural settings. Discover how these reliable power solutions can meet your specific needs and drive your applications forward with ease. Upgrade to single phase electric motors today and experience the benefits of a robust, versatile, and economical power solution.

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VFD Drive Save Energy and Reduce Costs

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Delta drives are microprocessor-based motor drives, widely used to control speed of industrial AC motors.

An AC drive is a device used to control the speed of an electrical motor in order to: enhance process control. reduce energy usage and generate energy efficiently. decrease mechanical stress on motor control applications. optimize the operation of various applications relying on electric motors

Delta connected motor will draw more line current, so the torque it produces will also be higher compared to the Star connection of the same motor. So the answer to this question is Delta connection.

A variable frequency drive (VFD) refers to AC drives only and a variable speed drive (VSD) refers to either AC Drives or DC Drives. VFDs vary the speed of an AC motor by varying the frequency to the motor. VSDs referring to DC motors vary the speed by varying the voltage to the motor.

AC motor. The AC electric motor used in a VFD system is usually a three-phase induction motor. Some types of single-phase motors or synchronous motors can be advantageous in some situations, but generally three-phase induction motors are preferred as the most economical.

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Sugar and Smoke

King Candy takes advantage of the luxuries of his new life, while still longing for the simple pleasures of his old.

Characters: King Candy/Turbo, Sour Bill, Turbo Twins (mentioned)

Tags: Smoking, bubble bath, eating lots of sweets, angst

Completed on September 15th, 2024. 1476 words.

...

The new skin felt strange. It was softer than he was used to, higher definition. The flesh was unscared, the eyes bright, the cheeks jolly. The cadaverous pallor, the sunken eyes, the body he had carried his entire life was gone, phased out, banished into electric aether.

It wasn’t what he had before. He could smile again, but it wasn’t the same smile. He had a car again, but it wasn’t his red rocket. He didn’t have the simple pleasures of his home world; the gentle wave of the pixelated green grass, the earthy scent of the simple dirt loop, the reliable company of the twin racers…

Whatever. He didn’t need them. He didn’t need any of it. It was old software; untextured, primitive. The players had outgrown it, he had outgrown it. It didn’t deserve him. What he deserved was this! A castle, hundreds of subjects hanging off his every word, glitter graphics, high definition, a spotlight, a crown! It was the least fate could repay him for his suffering, rotting unknown in crawl spaces for ten years.

His honey brown eyes bounded over the walls of his new domain, cataloged it, let his mouth water. Pink cookie walls, rainbow sugar glass, sparkling white icing. It had been a long, long time since he’d had a taste of something sweet. 

At the urging of his tongue he dove in, flew through his castle, eager to see every room, sample every flavor. Devour it, all of it, literally and metaphorically. It was his, all of it, all of it! 

He admired the paintings of ice cream landscapes, chewed the corners off the nightstand in the cheesecake guest room, let the swirl of the lollipops hypnotize him, Let chocolate doorknobs melt in his mouth, ran his palms up the twisting licorice banister, broke peppermint decorations off the walls and sucked them to points. 

He was in the middle of licking the icing off a gingerbread headboard when he caught the movement of a stranger behind him. He leapt off the bed and hurried to make himself presentable. The stranger stared back, licking his lips, adjusting the cuffs of his purple suit. The stranger had that look on his face, the look of being caught in the act. 

He approached, cautiously. The stranger approached, cautiously. They lifted their hands, fingers meeting on the mirror’s glass. The strange reflection turned its head, ran it’s peach fingers over the wisps of gray hair above its ears, squished the soft cheek, pulled at the corner of the lip, ran a red tongue over white teeth. It stood back a bit, dusted itself off. The reflection wore a purple tailcoat, gold puff pants, caramel leggings, a lace collar, a gold crown and a shimmering red candy wrapper bow tie. 

Not a single color carried over, no textures, not a sliver of his old face. This was good. It was. No one would ever recognise him. Even he didn't recognise him. He left the room. The stranger moved to follow, then vanished as he shut the door.

…

His room…. His room…. Ooh… he couldn't make a decision on it. It was different. Very different from what he was accustomed to. There was a rug, a clean one. Gingerbread armoires, rock candy lamps, footstools, a fainting couch, a make-up desk, wallpaper, a four poster bed with satin curtains! All white and pink. There was no black plastic, no exposed wires, no oil, no rubber, no concrete, no trophy shelf. Just sugar. 

He wanted to fix it. Bring in the scent of tools and grease, rust, motor oil and gasoline, antifreeze, real dirt, real grime. Was there anything real in this world? 

He reached for the pocket of his jumpsuit. His fingers grazed gold silk. He chuckled nervously and moved a hand to the new pocket within the interior breast of his tailcoat. He removed the contents and laid them on the bed. His last cigarette. A nondescript lighter. The password to the code room written on the corner of a Tapper’s napkin. These three things were the only possessions he had deemed essential enough to take with him. His homemade beer bottle string lights, portable radio, cassette tapes, checkered flag pillow, the steering wheel of his old car, all had to be left in the bowls of GCS. They were too big. Too tied to his old name. They were useless anyway, he didn't need old junk dragging him down. 

He took the cigarette between his teeth, lit the end, and let the smoke ease his rattled code. Tabaco lifted his insides, wafted from his lips, overpowered the smell of sugar. He breathed, out and in, tapped the ash off and kicked it under the bed. His softened gaze fell on the door to the bathroom. His personal, private bathroom. A luxury the greatest racer ever had yet to experience. A smile pinched the corners of his mouth. He slipped his possessions back into his tailcoat and locked himself in the new room.

The bathroom was pink and white, same as the bedroom, but it had more of the later color than the former. The floor was tiled with sugar cubes and the windows were made from frosted sugar glass, but the pink clawfoot tub was remarkably normal looking. Finally. He turned the wheel atop the gold faucet and watched crystal water flow. He frowned. This wasn't some strange candy water was it? He wasn't going to bathe in soda. He parked his cigarette between his first two fingers and leaned over the edge of the tub for a taste. Alright, it was just sparkling water. He could deal with that. He put the cigarette back between his lips, tossed in a bit of soap that promised a perfect bubble bath and stood aside to remove his clothes. 

He found something to recognise once his model was striped to its base. The skin may be different, but he still had the same bones, the same basic shape. The oversized head, short limbs, long feet, pudgy belly. He shifted the cigarette from the right corner of his mouth to the left and stuck a familiar pose; chest lifted, right hand gripping a (nonexistent) trophy, left hand giving the thumbs up.

‘Turbotastic!’

He almost said, catching the phrase before it left his mouth. His arms fell to his sides. The cigarette drooped on his lip. 

Careful, careful. You can’t keep anything from your old life. It’s gone. You're not getting any of it back. You're above it anyway, you've grown beyond. Throw off the old rags. 

He breathed smoke from his nose, shaking his head and muttering nonsense. He tapped cigarette ash into the sink, turned the faucet off and eased into his bubble bath. The soap’s label had been honest, some of the bubbles were nearly the size of his head. It was probably scented like something sweet, but he couldn't smell it through the tobacco. The water was what he expected; warm, fresh. Cleaner than him, almost certainly. 

He lay back. Soaking. Smoking his cigarette down to its filter. He started to hum to himself. 

“Hmm�� hm hm hm hm, hm hm hm hm, hm hm h-”

The trumpets of the Turbotime overture played between his ears. The cheer of the plywood crowd. The way his fingers gripped the wheel, the way he’d turn it at the south bend, the dust he’d kick up, the way the twins would curse him when it got in their mouths, the way he’d laugh. They would beat him up after the race sometimes, when he t-boned them or made them spin out, but they always forgave him in time. If they had lived, would they have forgiven him for-

No, no no no stop stop STOP. He had to stop thinking about it, it had to disappear, he had to forget. He needed a distraction. He should have brought his casetes, more cigarettes. He threw a bar of soap at the service button beside the door. He missed, badly. He threw a larger bar and hit it this time. A dreary voice crackled over the intercom. 

“King Candy?”

“Sour Bill! I need music brought to my bathroom!”

A long pause. “Like… a band?” 

“No no! A radio, a walkman, something along those lines!” 

“Mmmm… we have a record player.” 

“That will do. Bring it in.”

“Yes sir. What kind of music do you want?”

He groaned and pinched the bridge of his nose. “Anything, something… something energetic. I need cheering up.” 

“Yes sir. Is there anything else you need?”

He took a final drag, kept the smoke in his body as long as he dared, then let it escape. A ghostly tower, part of his soul fading into the air. He sighed. 

“No, that will be all.”

End

Author's notes: this was my first time writing fanfiction since like, 2019. It was fun to write something short and in a very different setting than what I normally write in. :)

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Strolling in Starlight

A glimpse into the life of a single dad who's doing his best.

masterlist || pt 4

Content: Established Relationship, afab!oc, fem!oc, nameless!oc, she/her/hers pronouns for Satoru's S/O, singleparent!gojo, dad!gojo, Sentimental!Gojo, Mentions of Suguru and Satoru’s deceased lover, Pining (all Satoru), Satsuki doesn’t understand a thing her dad is saying.

A/N: Not Gojo showing off his powers to a baby as if they can understand.

Never Grow Up Pt 3

December 2012

“‘Tsukiiii…” Satoru groaned, stretching out the last syllable in her name as he pushed her door open. “I thought we were past this.”

Grumbling, he effortlessly picked his way through the mess of building blocks and plushies on the floor that he neglected to put away before her bedtime. (Infinity on auto was a perk he never wanted to be without; saved him emergency trips to the hospital because he was sure he’d stepped on legos hundreds of times by now).

Satoru propped his elbows on the edge of Satsuki’s bassinet and peered down at her scrunched up, slightly red face from crying. This was the fourth time this week — consecutive days of the house being shaken up at ungodly hours of the morning because of a screaming baby and her consequently turbulent cursed energy.

Shoko warned him about this… She told him some babies get into a phase at 7 months where they don’t appreciate being apart from their caretakers and that it’s completely normal, but it sure is a bitch to deal with. Usually, it wasn’t a problem, because Satoru rarely slept anyways, and he was — more often than not — awake and doing things. His concern was Megumi and Tsumiki. Those kids needed their sleep… And Satsuki had a pair of lungs on her. Wonder where she got those from.

“Princess, I’m all for you crying and calling for me, but we can’t keep waking up Tsumiki and Megumi like this. They have school tomorrow… I think.”

Satsuki rolled over to lie on her stomach. She was still crying, a little quieter now that her favorite person had come into the room to appease her.

“C’mere.”

He reached in and lifted her out of her bassinet, and held her at arms’ length. She had that ridiculously adorable dumbfounded look on her face that most babies seemed to have after they stopped crying — looking around cluelessly as if they didn’t cause disturbances just moments before. If he had neighbors and they lived in a smaller apartment, he was sure he would have gotten noise complaints by now.

Satoru brought his daughter closer and did the routine check he’d always done every time she woke up in the middle of the night since he brought her home from the hospital 7 months ago. Her diapers didn’t require changing, and she wasn’t hungry, so…

“Did you really just want to be close to me?” He teased her, tickling her tummy a little.

She squealed her answer and as she gave him her gummy smile, he narrowed his eyes.

“Are your teeth coming in?” He had the inappropriate urge to poke his finger in and feel around her gums, because those little white buds were definitely not there before. “Shoko told me you might be a late teether. You were supposed to get these 3 months ago.”

In hindsight, that probably explained all the drooling, the general fussiness, her awful habit of attempting to eat her fingers until someone brought over a pacifier, and her demonic urge to gum all her plushies to death. His clothes didn’t escape her either.

“I’m getting you a teething ring. I really should’ve, don’t know how I missed that.”

Satoru outstretched his hand and used Blue to draw one of Satsuki’s toys over to him. The movement caught the baby’s attention, and she squealed in delight as she followed the object’s path. How did it look to her curious eyes, a plushie flying across the room to land in her father’s palm? But it seemed she couldn’t care less after Satoru handed it to her. She grabbed Wanyamon and pulled on its ears. Her babbling and her attempt at motor boating (something she picked up from Tsumiki and Satoru) showered her father in drool.

Satoru snickered and watched as Satsuki’s face lit up with excitement. It must be another sight to see — liquid suspended in midair, drool kept at bay by Infinity.

“Okay, Spitter, now what?” Shaking his head, he pushed the small plushy back into her arms when it almost fell to the floor from her lax grip. 

Satsuki crumpled the cloth in her little fists and put one of the ears into her mouth. Snickering, he kissed the top of her head and bounced her a little in his arms. “You don’t look sleepy, but I need you to go back to bed because it’s so late, and your mom will hate me if you don’t get the sleep that you’re supposed to.”

She stared up at him with big doe amber eyes that reminded him too much of her late mother, just as an idea popped into his head.

“Hey ‘Tsuki? Want to go see the stars up close?”

=OoOoO=

Beautiful star-studded Tokyo skies were rare to see, but it was a privilege enjoyed by the strongest sorcerer of the modern age. Suspended mid-air, 6,000 feet above the ground, Satoru strolled across empty air, stepping on manipulated space underneath his feet, walking through clouds with each step, carrying a deeply fascinated baby in his arms.

Not for the first time, he himself appreciated the blanket of stars above them. He was holding Satsuki up against his chest and shoulders and she leaned back as far as she could, turning her fair-haired head this way and that, little hands tugging mercilessly on his hair all the while.

Her excitement came in the form of babbles and squeals that sometimes sounded like they were supposed to be questions, and he nodded along.

“Bet you didn’t think your dad could fly huh?” Satoru smirked, gently prying her fingers away from the hair hanging in front of his face. She’d poked his eye one too many times for his liking by now. “Well, it’s not flying… More like… I’m manipulating the space around me so I can do things like this.”

A finely controlled red orb launched itself from the tips of his fingers. The ball of energy careened across the sky and dissipated after it disturbed a group of cumulus clouds.

Satsuki was murmuring things softly in a language that only babies could understand. She twisted restlessly in his arms and Satoru had to re-secure his hold on her lest she fall.

“What are you so interested in back there?” Satoru teased, turning around to stare at empty air behind him. “Red is not enough for you?”

“Da-da Da-da~ Dada.” She sang and giggled and swung her tiny onesie-clad legs.

As the wind continued tousling his hair, he readjusted the beanie on Satsuki’s head, so it covered her ears a little more. For some reason, she reminded him of one of those Kewpie baby commercials from his childhood — all wide-eyed curious stares and rosy cheeks. 

“As I was saying before you interrupted me—” He booped the tip of her nose and she scrunched her face at him. “If you happen to have Limitless too, you could do cool stuff like what daddy did and show off to all of your friends. It’s going to take a lot more effort to master Limitless, or at least, use it competently without Six Eyes, but I know you can do it. You have me, after all. I’m the best teacher you’ll ever have.”

“Baboo!”

“Ow!”

Satsuki squealed and closed her fist around Satoru’s nose, giggling and smiling her gummy smile as her father made a face. He pried her hand off again, and mimed eating her fingers — making the silly cookie monster noises that he knew she recognized from Sesame Street. (He had his current students to thank for that). Her answering shriek could have woken Megumi and Tsumiki had they been in the house, and Satoru laughed along with her.

He held her at arm’s length as she continued to squeal and drool all over the front of her onesie. He spun around slowly twice, just to see how his baby would react, and she rewarded his efforts with a string of baby talk.

“Why are you so energetic at like two in the morning?” He wondered out loud, bringing her close again.

She wriggled in his hold and subconsciously wrapped her short and chubby arms around his neck.

“You don’t even know what stargazing is yet, do you?” He readjusted his hold on her again and patted her back slowly to the rhythm of ‘Twinkle Twinkle Little Star’ playing in his head. “It’s when people go outside to stare up at the night sky and try to find constellations. To be honest, it’s pretty lame when you live in the city because hardly any stars would be visible through all the light pollution. This is way better, don’t you think so?”

Satoru doubted the baby was paying attention to him as she stared up at the endless expanse of tiny lights above them — babbling and doing her own commentary in a language only she understood.

“Mhm, those are stars, Princess. We still can’t touch them from here, but we can see a lot more of them.”

They whiled away in the sky for a short time like that; father and daughter strolling together under a dark canvas dotted with billions of balls of gas, burning hundreds of miles away. He pointed out made-up constellations to her, naming them after people in his life — talking about how those clusters of stars looked like Megumi when he was reading a book, or how that particular line of stars reminded him of Tsumiki when she played in the swings.

It was weird, but Satsuki didn’t think so…

The wind continued to whip at his hair and his clothes when he chose a spot in the sky to stop. Carefully, he sat on empty space — next to a pocket of fluffy white clouds, stretched his legs, and crossed them at the ankles so he could lay Satsuki lengthwise on his lap.

Satsuki kicked her legs out and giggled at him as he held her tiny fists in both of his hands; playing a makeshift game of close-open-close with her short arms, while humming another nursery rhyme he was sure he’d learned when he was a child himself.

“Hey, guess what?” Satoru leaned closer a little and whispered conspiratorially after the second nursery song ended. “Your great grandma told me once that people who are gone turn into stars.”

Satsuki replied with a bunch of incomprehensible baby talk. She twisted around again to lay on her stomach, and Satoru was quick to pick her up and guide her into a sitting position on his knee instead, with his arms supporting her and holding her close for safety.

“Pu-pee.” She squealed and giggled again, curious hands reaching up to grab and tug at her beanie. “Da-da, da-da~ Da-daaaaa~”

Smiling at her unquenchable eagerness and energy, he slowly rocked her back and forth and littered quick kisses along the side of her face while he stared up at the canopy of stars. 

“Do you think Mommy’s up there?” Satoru shook his head and chuckled. “I bet Mommy would kick my ass because this is actually pretty dangerous for you, you know. One slip-up and it’s ‘down will come baby, cradle and all.’ Should’ve brought the carrier. But eh… It’s fine.” He kissed the top of her beanie. “I won’t let anything hurt you. I’m the safest place you’ll ever be. Your dad’s the strongest after all.”

They listened to the wind as it sung a song of its own, and perhaps if he deluded himself enough, he would be convinced it was his Love coming to check on them momentarily. Yes, she would probably chide him for being careless and for bringing his daughter thousands of feet up into the air, but if she were here, he would have brought her with them too.

It had the makings of a perfect family date, didn’t it?

Just him, her, and their baby girl strolling under starlight — far away from the stresses of normal life and jujutsu sorcery.

“I miss your mom.” 

Had Satsuki been old enough to understand, perhaps she would have heard how sadness stained her father’s usually cheery disposition… Perhaps she would have seen the way the light in his eyes dulled ever so slightly at the memory of the Love he had lost.

And yet, a fond and bittersweet smile still made its way to his lips at every memory that drifted to the surface. “I did this with her once. Took her up to Tokyo Skytree. She kept smacking me the first time I did it because I startled her. My bad…” He snickered and perked up suddenly when he remembered, “Oh! My teleportation doesn’t disorient you, does it?”

“Da-da da-da… Ba-boo~ Ba-bee!”

“Taking that as a ‘no.’” He sighed. “I miss my best friend too. His name’s Suguru. You would have liked him if he were still around. Suguru can absorb and manipulate curses, and he really had this cool rainbow dragon curse that he would bring out sometimes. Auntie Shoko, me, and him used to fly above Tokyo riding on that thing.”

And what a headache they gave Yaga too… Wandering outside of campus after class hours was generally frowned upon and heavily discouraged, but that hadn’t stopped the three of them from leaving their dorms in the dead of night anyway. He treasured the memory of those balmy nights full of late convenience store snack runs. They would hang out in parks after that, or sneak into izakayas. (He and Suguru were certainly tall enough to pass, and no one said ‘no’ to Shoko). Sometimes, they deliberately returned to campus when the sun was high just to see what would happen if they broke school regulations.

“There was also the stingray, but that one’s smaller and only fits one person.” 

Satoru mumbled to himself, lost in the memory of that time when he dared to race Suguru. Which was faster? The stingray vs the rainbow dragon. Shoko thought they were ridiculous, but she played referee for them anyway — all while she rode atop another one of Suguru’s airborne curses, casually smoking her cigarette as she watched the boys cackle and try to playfully sabotage each other to get the upper hand.

A moment of silence followed, punctuated by the howl of the wind and Satsuki’s quieter babbling.

“Princess, do you even know that you’re born into a sorcerer family? Maybe you don’t understand yet, but I’ve seen you interacting with Megumi’s dogs.” 

Megumi introduced them to her at Satoru’s suggestion, just to see if Satsuki would react, and she did. She patted their fur and crawled towards them. Satoru would go so far as to say she would have chased them if she had been capable of walking… Perhaps soon the house would come alive with the sounds of little feet pattering on the floor, pursuing shadow pups. Megumi didn’t react to it much, but Satoru caught him summoning the dogs with Satsuki around. He would read to her while she poked and prodded at the Divine Dogs.

Too bad Tsumiki can’t see the canines though…

Cheeks puffed out in disappointment, Satoru muttered, “It sucks that Tsumiki can’t see them the way you and Megumi can. She would have loved those dogs.”

“Mi-mi boo… Da-da da-da!”

He smiled and poked his daughter’s cheek. “Tsumiki is just like your mommy, you see. She’s a non-sorcerer, and if things go well, she can live a normal and happy life. I want that for you too, ‘Tsuki. I’d give it to you. To be honest though, I wanted to wait to have you… Don’t take this the wrong way, Princess, but Mommy and I weren’t supposed to make you yet.”

His Love’s panicked face after she’d confirmed her suspicions still felt so fresh. He could still see her in his mind’s eye — could still see the droop in her shoulders when she approached him and confessed, the pregnancy test held between her trembling hands.

“We wanted to get married after I’ve reformed the jujutsu world, and then we’d have you. But you came early! And that’s completely fine too.” He smiled fondly at Satsuki’s innocent face, blinking up at him. “At least now, you get to see me do it, and by the time you’re all set to go to Jujutsu Tech, it will be different, and so much better.”

Her smile slowly began to turn upside down and her familiar cry for attention pierced the air not long after. If she wasn’t in need of a diaper change or hungry, that only meant one other thing. Someone was getting cranky and that same someone was demanding her beauty sleep. Finally.

Satoru tucked her into the crook of his neck again and patted her back gently, readjusting his hold at the same time so she could snuggle more comfortably if she needed it.

“What do you say we make this a tradition? Just you and me. Like that idea?”

But his voice had already lulled her to sleep, and Satoru smiled.

“Sleep tight, sweet girl. I have you.”

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The Lauffen-Frankfurt Experiment of 1891: A Landmark in Electrical Engineering

In 1891, an experiment in Germany transformed the future of electricity. The Lauffen-Frankfurt experiment marked the world's first successful long-distance transmission of three-phase electric power. Stretching approximately 175 kilometers (or 109 miles) from Lauffen am Neckar to Frankfurt am Main, it was a highlight of the International Electrotechnical Exhibition. Key figures included Oskar von Miller, the exhibition's chief organizer; Mikhail Dolivo-Dobrovolsky, who designed the three-phase generators; and Charles Eugene Lancelot Brown, an engineer from Switzerland's Maschinenfabrik Oerlikon, which supplied much of the equipment.

So, what made this experiment groundbreaking? They set up a three-phase AC system powered by a robust 300-horsepower generator, stepping up the voltage from 55 volts to an impressive 8,500 volts for efficient long-distance transmission. This setup, featuring three copper wires, successfully delivered enough power to run a 100-horsepower motor and illuminate 1,000 incandescent lamps at the exhibition.

What is three-phase? Think of it like a three-lane highway. With just one lane (single-phase), you can only have one car (or current) at a time, which leads to traffic jams. But with three lanes, multiple cars can move smoothly side by side, ensuring a steady flow. This means electricity can be delivered more efficiently and with less flicker, making it ideal for powering everything from lights to heavy machinery. While it might seem logical to add more phases for even better efficiency, three-phase systems are often the sweet spot. They provide balanced and constant power delivery, making them highly efficient for most applications. Adding more phases increases complexity without significant efficiency gains—like a six-phase system that might reduce ripple but complicates design, equipment, and maintenance.

The significance? This experiment demonstrated that electrical power could be transmitted over long distances with much less energy loss than DC systems. It achieved an impressive 75% efficiency, showcased the advantages of a three-phase system—like smoother power delivery—and highlighted the importance of voltage transformations for effective transmission. Essentially, they figured out how to make electricity travel like a well-coordinated relay race, where each runner (or phase) keeps the momentum going.

After the experiment, discussions arose about who truly invented the three-phase system. Charles Brown, a key figure in the German experiment, stepped up to give credit where it was due. In a letter published in The Electrical Review on February 12, 1892, he acknowledged the significance of the three-phase system while emphasizing that the main goal was to prove the feasibility of safely transmitting high-tension currents over long distances. He noted that although the three-phase current added complexity, its benefits for powering multiple motors simultaneously were worthwhile. Most importantly, he stated, “The three-phase current as applied at Frankfurt was due to the labors of Mr. Tesla and will be found clearly specified in his patents.”

Brown specifically referenced Tesla's patents filed on October 12, 1887: Patent No. 381,968 for an "Electromagnetic Motor" and Patent No. 382,280 for "Electrical Transmission of Power," which detailed a three-phase power system. These patents were foundational to the technology used in the Lauffen-Frankfurt experiment.

Brown’s acknowledgment highlights Tesla’s innovative spirit, which transcended borders and spurred advancements in Europe. His patents laid the groundwork for the three-phase current used in this experiment.

Tesla's patents weren’t mere formalities; they were foundational blueprints for modern electrical systems, including designs for polyphase AC systems that predated the Lauffen-Frankfurt experiment by several years. Brown's emphasis on the significance of Tesla's patents for the three-phase current demonstrated that many who discredit Tesla, even in today's debates, overlook their importance. This highlights Tesla's crucial role in developing the technology that both the German experiment and today’s innovations depend on.

In short, the Lauffen-Frankfurt experiment marked a pivotal moment in electrical engineering, proving the viability of long-distance AC power transmission and laying the foundation for today’s electrical grid. While it showcased German ingenuity, it also highlighted the collaborative nature of scientific progress, with Tesla's earlier contributions illuminating the path forward. The interplay between his theoretical innovations and the practical applications of this experiment illustrates how technological progress often builds on the brilliant ideas of others.

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[hiskillingjar]

holds out a bowl like a sickly and starving victorian child.... please sir......... fem strade headcanons?? literally anything fem strade??? please...... coughs weakly.... looks up at you with big sad eyes.......... coughs weakly again...........

lmaooooo aw here's your food, buddy <3 eat up (cus i'm eating too)

literally the same as canon strade, just with (slightly) bigger boobs

cis bi long-haired butch

she probably calls herself a dyke just to piss people off and g-d, she's fucked enough girls that she's entitled to it

either a super mellow relaxed lay or the scariest german femdom you can imagine

very similar to canon, basically the neighbour that everyone likes.

she's always doing odd jobs around the neighbourhood, the guys like her cus she can drink a beer with them and get super crass and gross, the girls like her because lesbianism <3

smells of sweat and sawdust and motor oil and cigar smoke

heavy, slightly saggy, big ol breasts...she rarely wears a bra so her nips are always pressed up against her wife beater (dark nips too, don't wear white, girl) (please wear white)

got a nipple piercing in her berlin eurodyke phase

the strap is dragging on the floor. it's got splinters. and you're taking it, whatever hole she has to work with

wields the strap like a fucking pro too and could eat pussy for hours (less of a fan of sucking dick, but meh)

speaking of pussy. full bush. bush that like. blends into her thighs and goes up her tummy as well. thick, wet bush <33

she's got mad body hair as well. super thick all over and she does not do a single thing to it. she's very much a natural kind of girl

calling her daddy is not optional.

you're doing it or she's gonna beat the shit out of you

or maybe you're into that? hahaha, what a sick puppy you are <3

[weird-homosexual-in-your-area]

Around 7 years into the Fourth War, Stormcell and Forcemesh- the two corporations warring over control of the galaxy- realised that foot soldiers were no longer sufficient, no matter how powerful their weapons may be. After all, a weapon is only as strong as its weakest part, and the weakest part in the soldiers of the First Phase was the soldiers themselves- the weapons were capable of wiping buildings out in a single shot, but the flesh behind them could still be broken with a simple bullet or sword to the neck. Trillions of credits were poured into finding a better way to wage war, into a new status quo of suffering, and it was found in the analogue mech.

A marvel of technology, was the analogue mech. Years ahead of its time, its destructive capabilities were unparalleled by even the largest squadrons of infantry. Its weapons were beyond count, its speed could theoretically surpass even a jet plane, its armour was designed by a true genius- but one fatal flaw held it back. Its code was so complex that no computer could run it without delays. Even on an integrated system built into the mech itself, there could still be as much as a quarter of a second of delay between the pilot pushing the button to fire a weapon, and the rain of hell actually being unleashed on the enemy. Regardless of this flaw, it was still pushed to large-scale production, beginning the Second Phase- the dominance of the clunky, delayed analogue mech, and the anti-mech infantry units designed to counter them.

Time passed- new designs for the analogue mech came into the public eye faster than they could count them, with them being replaced with a better design even faster, and eventually, Doctor ___- a now-nameless doctor, graduating from Terra University with highest honours- had an idea. “It’s said that the brain is the most powerful computer ever devised,” they wrote in the paper they published on the possibility of a new type of technology they’d devised. “Its neurons transmit information with higher density, higher precision, than any circuit board born of silicon. It’s a wonder of nature that it was developed with as few faults as it has in modern life forms. So why, I ask, do we still bother with silicon?”

The paper went into detail about the possibility of using lab-grown brains as processors in machines. It was a fairly inconspicuous paper- revolutionary science, to be sure, but nothing immediately useful to Stormcell or Forcemesh. Until, of course, it mentioned the possibility of using animal brains in lieu of lab-grown ones. It was mentioned in passing, just as a future possibility should lab-grown brains prove unviable for whatever reason, but a mention of the possibility was all that was needed to spark research into how it would be done, and a method was discovered within weeks. A fairly gentle pattern of lights (relatively speaking) that when shown to a human would induce a dissociative state. Would make them docile, easy to control.

Easy to rewrite.

The Blank Pattern, as it came to be called, was useless for the purpose Stormcell and Forcemesh wanted it for on its own. It made the viewer more compliant, to be sure, but no matter how much you tell a human to have themself function as a computer, they won’t- it’s impossible. So what has to be done instead is that they’re stripped of their humanity, until their brain wouldn’t dare to not function as it was told.

A followup to the Blank Pattern was soon discovered, which remains nameless due to its existence being a highly classified secret. This pattern is extremely intense, containing light bursts at frequencies of up to 17.3kHz, and the brain can’t handle it, so it simply breaks. The majority of neural pathways crumble, like buildings in the path of a tsunami, leaving a nearly empty brain if allowed to run to its full course. The very basics of the brain are left intact- the weakest of neurotransmitter receptors, basic motor function, some semblance of sentience, but not of sapience. The viewer can’t be called human anymore- it's been reduced to so much more. It now only has the most basic of functions, just enough to survive, to fight for survival, to fight for dopamine.

What did Stormcell and Forcemesh do with this knowledge? What they assumed the other would be doing. The two companies immediately cut 99% of funding to the analogue mech program, redirecting it all to the new program by the name of “Neural”. Pilots, upon signing up, are shown the Blank Pattern, and urged to sign a wavier forfeiting their rights, their possessions, their humanity, and then put in a chamber where the followup is shown. They lose their uniqueness. All that remains of the person a subject once was is a few of the strongest memories, maybe lovers, parents, phobias, but faces are muddied. They may remember they had a dog, but draw a blank upon trying for its name, breed, age. Without purpose, without fine rewards, they crave the bigger rewards that they remain still sensitive to. This is why they make such good pilots- quite literally nothing feels as good to them as the sheer rush of dopamine a reward drive can give them.

After the unnamed pattern is shown, their rights are gone, so surgeons don’t need to keep up the illusion of informed consent when they install the various ports along their spines to link them to the mechs. After all, they aren’t human anymore- why would they need to be consulted? They undergo weeks of surgery until their backs are lined with ports, like craters in a war zone. All for one simple purpose- the connection between brain and machine that triggered the start of the Third Phase- the dominance of the neural.

And what a beautiful connection it was. When the code for the mechs was loaded into the brain, even physical buttons and levers weren’t needed- pilots could perform finer function than any analogue mech with just a thought. Sure, the link could fry some pilots’ minds, and sure, sometimes desynchronisation could corrupt what little remained of the pilot, turning them into a bloodthirsty monster, but just look at the results! Besides, they signed a wavier that warned them- they clearly wanted this.

With the need for pilots growing more and more as pilots died faster and faster, be it by natural causes, dying in the field, or desync corruption, propaganda from both sides grew even faster. Posters spreading sweet lies of what the front lines were lined every street, every wall, every billboard, not one of them telling the full truth. If the public knew what they were doing, they would begin to question them. The war became all society was- in an ironic turn, the fight to defend society devolved into overwriting society.

Well, the public don’t question them anymore, at least.

[getinthefuckingcarkitten]

You climb into the car, but before you say anything, her phone rings inside her purse. Avery huffs. It must be trouble, you think. Every time you've seen her phone ring when she's on her off hours, it's never anything good. You don't climb out as she frowns at the caller, and she doesn't tell you to leave either. You're content in just watching, then, a bit amused as you see her work persona taking over.

She puts one of her hands over your lap to shush you, and you do, if only to stay there and find out what this is about. At first, Avery just listens, her face steely like a statue, until she audibly sneers at the caller. When she starts speaking again, you can hear her temper rising with each word. She almost sounds like she's politely scolding whoever is on the other side of the line, the authority in her voice making your heart jump a bit. She sounds so much more collected than when she scolds you, and that almost makes you feel a little special.

Then, slowly, her hand feels heavier on your thigh. You glance at Avery, but she's still focused on the call, her scowl deepening the more she listens. She doesn't even notice the way her hand clenches, her nails digging into your flesh painfully. You keep still, feeling your body stiffen. She curses under her breath and presses down harder. You bite down a pained exhale, wondering if that could somehow be on purpose on her part, but she's not even looking your way.

Your heart is racing again. Her coldness makes you bite your own lip almost as painfully as her blunt nails scraping against your skin. It makes you want to act out. Let out a loud moan right next to the phone to make her realize that she's holding your heart between her fingers right fucking now, goddamn it-

It escapes you before you can think, a low whine that comes out lewder than you'd guess, and Avery finally snaps around to look at you. You half expect a backhanded slap just for the interruption, knowing that she's likely to assume you're just being a brat again (and it almost, almost could have been the case), but she finally looks down, her grip on your thigh loosening up instantly as she examines the reddening half-moon marks she left behind.

It doesn't seem to phase her much, but she looks a lot calmer when she speaks again, still on the phone. A gentler touch traces the markings of her nails, and she wraps her hand around your thigh again, nonchalant even as you visibly, audibly shiver, letting out another lovesick sigh. A single nudge from her finger has you spreading your legs on the seat, and she smiles slightly despite being in the middle of telling the person at the other side that she's not paid to care about how they feel about the new intern. Her hand continues to travel up, pushing your skirt out of the way before giving you a squeeze. As she turns off the phone, you let out a breath you hadn't realized you were holding. You get a glimpse of how flustered, hot and messy you already look in the rearview mirror.

You hear the low rumbling of the motor as Avery starts to drive you home. Her hand leaves your thighs and goes back to the stick shift, and you're left a bit cold. Stealing glances at her is the best you'll get away with. She's not angry anymore, but not exactly happy either. It's a short ride before you're at the door of the orphanage.

Rather than the usual goodbye, she traces the markings on your thigh again, still not looking straight at you. You bite your lip again, this time from frustration. You've had enough as you snap your legs shut, startling Avery and briefly trapping her hand between your knees. She looks up at your smug little smile and slaps you hard across the face.

"You little cunt." She snarls, making you laugh.

"Yeah." And you finally have her eyes on you.