#stranded copper wire

[ganpatiengineeringwires]

Understanding Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors: Key Features and Advantages

In the field of electronics and electrical engineering, the efficiency and reliability of your systems can be heavily affected by the connector you use. Among the several choices at hand, stranded flexible copper connections stand out for their adaptability and better electrical features. With an eye on silver-plated and Nickel Plated Copper Wire, this blog explores the salient characteristics and benefits of Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors.

What Are Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors?

Made to provide more flexibility and conductivity than their solid counterparts, Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors Many tiny copper wires braided together to create a single conductor from these connectors. This design offers many advantages, especially in uses needing constant movement or adaptability.

Key Features of Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors

Enhanced Flexibility: Stranded copper connectors have mostly one benefit: their flexibility. Stranded connectors stretch and flex without losing their conducting qualities, unlike inflexible, breakable solid copper wires under stress. For uses where the cables must constantly move or where the connectors must negotiate confined areas, their adaptability makes them perfect.

Improved Durability: By more fairly spreading mechanical stress over the wire, the stranded architecture lowers the chance of damage and wear over time. This produces more robust connectors able to tolerate physical strain, vibration, and bending without sacrificing performance.

Superior Electrical Conductivity: Excellent electrical conductivity abounds from stranded copper cables. More surface area for electrical flow given by the many threads helps to reduce resistance as compared to solid wires. This increased conductivity guarantees effective power transfer and lowers the heat-generating risk resulting from electrical resistance.

Reduced Signal Loss Stranded copper connectors reduce signal loss in high-frequency uses. By lowering impedance and preserving constant electrical characteristics across the wire's length, the design makes higher signal integrity possible. In data transfer and telecommunications applications especially, this is crucial.

Silver Plated Copper Wire: Advantages

Because of its specific plating, Silver Plated Copper Wire is a speciality kind of stranded copper wire with further advantages. Using copper wire with silver plating offers the following benefits for your connections.

Enhanced Conductivity: Silver among all the metals has the best electrical conductivity. Silver arranging of the copper wire will significantly boost the general conductivity of the connection. Improved conductivity adds to better performance in high-speed and high-frequency applications.

Corrosion Resistance: A protective coating created by Silver Plated Copper Wire aids to stop corrosion and oxidation. In settings where the connectors come into contact with moisture or hostile circumstances, this especially helps to guarantee long-term performance and dependability.

Improved Solderability: Excellent solderability of copper wire with Silver Plated Copper Wire makes building dependable and robust connections simpler. Ensuring constant performance and reducing the possibility of connection failure depend on this function.

Nickel Plated Copper Wire: Advantages

Another choice for stranded connectors, Nickel Plated Copper Wire offers several advantages:

Increased Mechanical Strength: Copper wire gains mechanical strength via Nickel Plated Copper Wire, so increasing its resistance to wear and abrasion. In applications where the connectors experience mechanical stress or regular movement, this is especially important.

Superior Corrosion Resistance: Silver among all the metals has the best electrical conductivity. Silver plating of the copper wire will significantly boost the general conductivity of the connector. From this enhanced conductivity, better performance in high-speed and high-frequency uses follows.

High-Temperature Performance:  Nickel Plated Copper Wire resists higher temperatures than unplated copper wire. This qualifies for uses including automotive or industrial environments when heat is a consideration.

Choosing the Right Connector for Your Application

Selecting Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors for your projects requires careful consideration of the particular needs of your application. Here are some things to bear in mind:

Flexibility Needs: If your application calls for constant movement or bending, you really should use a very flexible stranded copper connector. Choose one that fits your needs since both silver plated and nickel plated choices provide different degrees of flexibility.

Environmental Conditions: Think about the surroundings where the connectors will be used. While Nickel Plated Connections provide great mechanical strength and high-temperature performance, silver-plated connectors are best for settings likely to be corrosive.

Performance Requirements: Silver Plated Copper Wire offers the best conductivity and signal integrity for high-frequency or high-speed uses. Conversely, nickel plated wire shines in conditions calling for strong mechanical qualities and thermal resistance.

Conclusion

Whether silver plated or nickel plated, Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors provide many advantages that could improve the dependability and performance of your electrical systems. Knowing the main characteristics and benefits of different connectors helps you to decide which kind of connector best fits your particular use. Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors offer a flexible and efficient answer for a variety of electrical and electronic needs, regardless of your priorities—flexibility, conductivity, or durability.

See Ganpati Engineering for further details on premium Stranded Flexible Copper Connectors, including nickel-plated and Silver Plated Copper Wire choices. Search our selection of items to identify the ideal fit for your project.

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[mostlysignssomeportents]

Utah’s getting some of America’s best broadband

TOMORROW (May 17), I'm at the INTERNET ARCHIVE in SAN FRANCISCO to keynote the 10th anniversary of the AUTHORS ALLIANCE.

Residents of 21 cities in Utah have access to some of the fastest, most competitively priced broadband in the country, at speeds up to 10gb/s and prices as low as $75/month. It's uncapped, and the connections are symmetrical: perfect for uploading and downloading. And it's all thanks to the government.

This broadband service is, of course, delivered via fiber optic cable. Of course it is. Fiber is vastly superior to all other forms of broadband delivery, including satellites, but also cable and DSL. Fiber caps out at 100tb/s, while cable caps out at 50gb/s – that is, fiber is 1,000 times faster:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2019/10/why-fiber-vastly-superior-cable-and-5g

Despite the obvious superiority of fiber, America has been very slow to adopt it. Our monopolistic carriers act as though pulling fiber to our homes is an impossible challenge. All those wires that currently go to your house, from power-lines to copper phone-lines, are relics of a mysterious, fallen civilization and its long-lost arts. Apparently we could no more get a new wire to your house than we could build the pyramids using only hand-tools.

In a sense, the people who say we can't pull wires anymore are right: these are relics of a lost civilization. Specifically, electrification and later, universal telephone service was accomplished through massive federal grants under the New Deal – grants that were typically made to either local governments or non-profit co-operatives who got everyone in town connected to these essential modern utilities.

Today – thanks to decades of neoliberalism and its dogmatic insistence that governments can't do anything and shouldn't try, lest they break the fragile equilibrium of the market – we have lost much of the public capacity that our grandparents took for granted. But in the isolated pockets where this capacity lives on, amazing things happen.

Since 2015, residents of Jackson County, KY – one of the poorest counties in America – have enjoyed some of the country's fastest, cheapest, most reliable broadband. The desperately poor Appalachian county is home to a rural telephone co-op, which grew out of its rural electrification co-op, and it used a combination of federal grants and local capacity to bring fiber to every home in the county, traversing dangerous mountain passes with a mule named "Ole Bub" to reach the most remote homes. The result was an immediately economic uplift for the community, and in the longer term, the county had reliable and effective broadband during the covid lockdowns:

https://www.newyorker.com/tech/annals-of-technology/the-one-traffic-light-town-with-some-of-the-fastest-internet-in-the-us

Contrast this with places where the private sector has the only say over who gets broadband, at what speed, and at what price. America is full of broadband deserts – deserts that strand our poorest people. Even in the hearts of our largest densest cities, whole neighborhoods can't get any broadband. You won't be surprised to learn that these are the neighborhoods that were historically redlined, and that the people who live in them are Black and brown, and also live with some of the highest levels of pollution and its attendant sicknesses:

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/10/flicc/#digital-divide

These places are not set up for success under the best of circumstances, and during the lockdowns, they suffered terribly. You think your kid found it hard to go to Zoom school? Imagine what life was like for kids who attended remote learning while sitting on the baking tarmac in a Taco Bell parking lot, using its free wifi:

https://www.wsws.org/en/articles/2020/09/02/elem-s02.html

ISPs loathe competition. They divide up the country into exclusive territories like the Pope dividing up the "new world" and do not trouble one another by trying to sell to customers outside of "their" turf. When Frontier – one of the worst of America's terrible ISPs – went bankrupt, we got to see their books, and we learned two important facts:

The company booked one million customers who had no alternative as an asset, because they would pay more for slower broadband, and Frontier could save a fortune by skipping maintenance, and charging these customers for broadband even through multi-day outages; and

Frontier knew that it could make a billion dollars in profit over a decade by investing in fiber build-out, but it chose not to, because stock analysts will downrank any carrier that made capital investments that took more than five years to mature. Because Frontier's execs were paid primarily in stock, they chose to strand their customers with aging copper connections and to leave a billion dollars sitting on the table, so that their personal net worth didn't suffer a temporary downturn:

https://www.eff.org/deeplinks/2020/04/frontiers-bankruptcy-reveals-cynical-choice-deny-profitable-fiber-millions

ISPs maintain the weirdest position: that a) only the private sector can deliver broadband effectively, but b) to do so, they'll need massive, unsupervised, no-strings-attached government handouts. For years, America went along with this improbable scheme, which is why Trump's FCC chairman Ajit Pai gave the carriers $45 billion in public funds to string slow, 19th-century-style copper lines across rural America:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/02/27/all-broadband-politics-are-local/

Now, this is obviously untrue, and people keep figuring out that publicly provisioned broadband is the only way for America to get the same standard of broadband connectivity that our cousins in other high-income nations enjoy. In order to thwart the public's will, the cable and telco lobbyists joined ALEC, the far-right, corporatist lobbying shop, and drafted "model legislation" banning cities and counties from providing broadband, even in places the carriers chose not to serve:

https://pluralistic.net/2023/03/19/culture-war-bullshit-stole-your-broadband/

Red states across America adopted these rules, and legislators sold this to their base by saying that this was just "keeping the government out of their internet" (even as every carrier relied on an exclusive, government-granted territorial charter, often with massive government subsidies).

ALEC didn't target red states exclusively because they had pliable, bribable conservative lawmakers. Red states trend rural, and rural places are the most likely sites for public fiber. Partly, that's because low-density areas are harder to make a business case for, but also because these are also the places that got electricity and telephone through New Deal co-ops, which are often still in place.

Just about the only places in America where people like their internet service are the 450+ small towns where the local government provides fiber. These places vote solidly Republican, and it was their beloved conservative lawmakers whom ALEC targeted to enact laws banning their equally beloved fiber – keep voting for Christmas, turkeys, and see where it gets you:

https://communitynets.org/content/community-network-map

But spare a little sympathy for the conservative movement here. The fact that reality has a pronounced leftist bias must be really frustrating for the ideological project of insisting that anything the market can't provide is literally impossible.

Which brings me back to Utah, a red state with a Republican governor and legislature, and a national leader in passing unconstitutional, unhinged, unworkable legislation as part of an elaborate culture war kabuki:

https://www.npr.org/2023/03/24/1165975112/utah-passes-an-age-verification-law-for-anyone-using-social-media

For more than two decades, a coalition of 21 cities in Utah have been building out municipal fiber. The consortium calls itself UTOPIA: "Utah Telecommunication Open Infrastructure Agency":

https://www.utopiafiber.com/faqs/

UTOPIA pursues a hybrid model: they run "open access" fiber and then let anyone offer service over it. This can deliver the best of both worlds: publicly provisioned, blazing-fast fiber to your home, but with service provided by your choice of competing carriers. That means that if Moms for Liberty captures you local government, you're not captive to their ideas about what sites your ISP should block.

As Karl Bode writes for Techdirt, Utahns in UTOPIA regions have their choice of 18 carriers, and competition has driven down prices and increased speeds. Want uncapped 1gb fiber? That's $75/month. Want 10gb fiber? That's $150:

https://www.techdirt.com/2024/05/15/utah-locals-are-getting-cheap-10-gbps-fiber-thanks-to-local-governments/

UTOPIA's path to glory wasn't an easy one. The dismal telco monopolists Qwest and Lumen sued to put them out of business, delaying the rollout by years:

https://www.deseret.com/2005/7/22/19903471/utopia-responds-to-qwest-lawsuit/

UTOPIA has been profitable and self-sustaining for over 15 years and shows no sign of slowing. But 17 states still ban any attempt at this.

Keeping up such an obviously bad policy requires a steady stream of distractions and lies. The "government broadband doesn't work" lie has worn thin, so we've gotten a string of new lies about wireless service, insisting that fiber is obviated by point-to-point microwave relays, or 5g, or satellite service.

There's plenty of places where these services make sense. You're not going to be able to use fiber in a moving car, so yeah, you're going to want 5g (and those 5g towers are going to need to be connected to each other with fiber). Microwave relay service can fill the gap until fiber can be brought in, and it's great for temporary sites (especially in places where it doesn't rain, because rain, clouds, leaves and other obstructions are deadly for microwave relays). Satellite can make sense for an RV or a boat or remote scientific station.

But wireless services are orders of magnitude slower than fiber. With satellite service, you share your bandwidth with an entire region or even a state. If there's only a couple of users in your satellite's footprint, you might get great service, but when your carrier adds a thousand more customers, your connection is sliced into a thousand pieces.

That's also true for everyone sharing your fiber trunk, but the difference is that your fiber trunk supports speeds that are tens of thousands of times faster than the maximum speeds we can put through freespace electromagnetic spectrum. If we need more fiber capacity, we can just fish a new strand of fiber through the conduit. And while you can increase the capacity of wireless by increasing your power and bandwidth, at a certain point you start pump so much EM into the air that birds start falling out of the sky.

Every wireless device in a region shares the same electromagnetic spectrum, and we are only issued one such spectrum per universe. Each strand of fiber, by contrast, has its own little pocket universe, containing a subset of that spectrum.

Despite all its disadvantages, satellite broadband has one distinct advantage, at least from an investor's perspective: it can be monopolized. Just as we only have one electromagnetic spectrum, we also only have one sky, and the satellite density needed to sustain a colorably fast broadband speed pushes the limit of that shared sky:

https://spacenews.com/starlink-vs-the-astronomers/

Private investors love monopoly telecoms providers, because, like pre-bankruptcy Frontier, they are too big to care. Back in 2021, Altice – the fourth-largest cable operator in America – announced that it was slashing its broadband speeds, to be "in line with other ISPs":

https://pluralistic.net/2021/06/27/immortan-altice/#broadband-is-a-human-right

In other words: "We've figured out that our competitors are so much worse than we are that we are deliberately degrading our service because we know you will still pay us the same for less."

This is why corporate shills and pro-monopolists prefer satellite to municipal fiber. Sure, it's orders of magnitude slower than fiber. Sure, it costs subscribers far more. Sure, it's less reliable. But boy oh boy is it profitable.

The thing is, reality has a pronounced leftist bias. No amount of market magic will conjure up new electromagnetic spectra that will allow satellite to attain parity with fiber. Physics hates Starlink.

Yeah, I'm talking about Starlink. Of course I am. Elon Musk basically claims that his business genius can triumph over physics itself.

That's not the only vast, impersonal, implacable force that Musk claims he can best with his incredible reality-distortion field. Musk also claims that he can somehow add so many cars to the road that he will end traffic – in other words, he will best geometry too:

https://pluralistic.net/2022/10/09/herbies-revenge/#100-billion-here-100-billion-there-pretty-soon-youre-talking-real-money

Geometry hates Tesla, and physics hates Starlink. Reality has a leftist bias. The future is fiber, and public transit. These are both vastly preferable, more efficient, safer, more reliable and more plausible than satellite and private vehicles. Their only disadvantage is that they fail to give an easily gulled, thin-skinned compulsive liar more power over billions of people. That's a disadvantage I can live with.

If you'd like an essay-formatted version of this post to read or share, here's a link to it on pluralistic.net, my surveillance-free, ad-free, tracker-free blog:

https://pluralistic.net/2024/05/16/symmetrical-10gb-for-119/#utopia

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[shittysawtraps]

Hello, Rube Goldberg. As you can see, the lever in front of you will pull a ramp up so the golf ball can roll down it where it will then fall into that suspended basket and weigh it down to press the button to release the tension in that spring which will bounce the razor blade upon it up to cut the string across the ceiling which will let loose a pendulum to fall down and barely brush past that match over there which will then light the fuse of the firework it's against which will launch out of that small hole in the room pulling the sickle attached to the back of it forward to cut the strand of copper wire string through its concavity which will break the circuit powering the room's lights which will make the sleeping bat hanging from that Newton Force Meter wake up and fly off which will let it spring back up and push a second pair of dominoes which will then

[inbabylontheywept]

The Vengabus is Coming

Alakan pinched the bridge of his nose. On one hand, certain death. On the other hand, human bullshit.

He weighed the options carefully. His self-respect fought tooth and claw with his will to live.

The will to live won. It was a near thing, but internal battles were winner take all.

“Fuck it. We need armor. Send them in.”

---

The radio crackled. It was a quiet sound, but still a welcome reprieve to the blisteringing swarm of beams from the nearby laser gatling. Alakan fished it out of his front pocket, raising it near his ear eagerly.

“Callsign ‘Ape-Mode’, do you copy? What is your ETA? We’re pinned down bad up here, if they can get a second angle set up we’re toast. ”

The speaker crackled again. There was a sound like a horn on the other end. Maybe an alarm?

“Callsign Ape-Mode, is your vehicle intact?”

There was no verbal response back, but a faint chanting could be heard in the background, just beyond the range of his hearing. Alakan cranked the volume knob to max, desperate for any possible information about when the armor would arrive. Instead, he seemed to catch the opening part of some kind of human war ritual.

“We like to party! We like, we like to party! We like to party! We like, we like to party! We like to party! We like-”

Then the radio cut off abruptly.

He took several deep breaths before pinching his nose again.

Fucking humans.

---

The Vengabus is coming! And everybody's jumping! New York to-

The chanting was back, almost incomprehensibly loud. The gatlings were earsplitting on their own, but the human war chant made them seem like whispers in a library. The noise was so loud that identifying the source was almost impossible. It seemed to be coming from all sides at once, a hulking wall of sound. He reached down to shut off his comm only to find it was already off.

Oh. They must be here then. That would explain the unwarranted assault on his earholes. He took a peek over the edge of his foxhole and froze.

Even by the standards of human bullshit, this was egregious.

The tank itself was standard DFP issue. The bright yellow paint job and makeshift stop sign definitely were not. And the speakers looked borderline illegal. Strands of copper wire poked from each of the generator sized boxes strapped, welded, and glued to random points all over the chassis. The conductor feeding each of the abominations seemed to be repurposed twinkle lights, cutting zigzags between each box before drawing into the hatch.

The gatlings stopped, evidently as taken aback as everyone else on the battlefield. The moment of relative peace was replaced by insane furor as every gun on the opposite side of the canyon seemed to realize that there was a big juicy target barreling towards them.

The tank took the swarm of beams like a champion. Faint clouds of yellow smoke trailed behind the racing vehicle as its makeshift paint job was incinerated, but that was probably a blessing in disguise. The wall of noise fell down several notches as one of the gatlings made a point of targeting the ear splitting speakers.

The tank had been content enough to just absorb enemy ammo as it barreled its way to the middle of the battle, but this was a personal affront. The railgun on the top of the vehicle locked on to the offending turret and began dropping ferroslugs. The first was more than enough to obliterate its hated foe, the other three were just to desecrate the memory. Each shot had the unfortunate side effect of distorting the noise coming out of the speakers, the voices going up like chipmunks with every thump of the MAC.

The wheels of steel are turning! And traffic lights are burning! So if you like to party, get on and move your body! The Vengabus is coming!

A kinetic slug slammed into the road just behind it. If the tank had been going anything less than max speed, it would’ve been splattered. Any sane tank operator would’ve launched their smoke cover, changed course, and avoided the slugs by serpentining.

These were not sane tank operators. The hatches for the smoke cover opened, but instead of smoke grenades getting flung from the hydraulic catapult, out flew hundreds and hundreds of gleaming chemlights. The laser gatling atop the main cannon opened fire, not at any enemy, but simply while spinning in circles at maximum speed.

None of this should have done a damn thing, but the effect was amazing. The lights, the noise, and now the laser effects-the enemy had been trained for what to do in a warzone, but they had no fucking idea what to do at a disco. All it took was one of them to break ranks, and the rest followed suit. Alakan watched in awe as the troop of 80 enemy combatants bolted up the far side of the valley, casually pursued by the still smoldering Venga-Tank, chipperly screaming out its war cry as the recording device on the inside hit a well planned loop.

The Vengabus is coming! The Vengabus is coming! The Vengabus is coming! The Vengabus is coming! The Vengabus is coming! The Vengabus is coming!

The noise, blessedly, faded to black as both made it over the hill.

He climbed carefully out of his foxhole, wiping the dirt from his palms onto the front of his pants when he was done. One of the newer soldiers jogged up to him, as baffled as he’d ever been.

“What… What the hell just happened?”

Alakan shrugged.

“Trust me, they don’t know either. Fucking humans.”

[betterthantheywerebefore]

Conversion #063 (repost)

Original text: "I immediately had the intention to change the very boring pose to something indicative of how heavy those massive metal railguns really are, and then added to that the idea of giving it a hunchback and very Chaotic manner to its design. I wanted to fill that back area with grotesqueries, as I had decided to make this suit into a daemon engine of sorts. 

The pose was pinned and altered, the weapons were attached - including weapons less Tau-like than before, riffing off that idea I had of them swapping them out after their ammo runs out - and the power plant area on the back was filled to the brim with gross biological parts and muscle strands. 

I really like how this came out. Like, really. The supplementary tubes and pipes, made from putty and actual wire alike, really brought it all together. It’s so immensely gratifying to continue having so much fun with these conversions, even when I don’t expect one to be as fun as it turns out to be."

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This is the first model I tend to show people to explain what I'm going for, in a large part because I'm so proud of it! He's not perfect, but I wrestled myself away from touching him up any further, having already spent far too long fussing over the details.

The nasty gunky back was what got me into really enjoying the look of a glossy finish. At first I was using it wholesale on skin - but that's not how skin is - and now I'm restricting that use to when that disgusting sheen is best implemented, i.e., to contrast with the matte armour of the rest of the suit.

I also used a little bit of a copper corrosion effect! I won't be implementing it across every model, for one reason because I want the impression of a somewhat newer conversion to the Heinous Powers for a lot of the marines, but I think it works well on extra decrepit vehicles like this.

Bonus pictures:

[clown-paws]

> started a new sketchbook! expanding on brian having copper wire for hair, i think jonny delights in teasing him. plus another bedhead doodle. i didnt mean to draw another but it was all i could think of lol

> ID below (credit and thanks to @majorshatterandhare !) and in alt text -

[ID: three photos of pencil-on-paper doodles of Drumbot Brian of the Mechanisms. The are all bust drawings. Brian has shoulder-length curly hair, a triangle nose, lines on his face deniting the metal plates of his skin coming together, and short facial hair.

Photo One: Brian is angled towards the right side of the photo. He wears collared shirt under a vest or coat. A tube arm with a circular fist hand holding a strand of his hair out, and he looks at it. At the top there appears to be text which is blurred out and part of a circle in the upper left hand corner. Below there is an arrow pointing down.

Photo Two: A very similar drawing to the first one, but the arm is gone and Brian’s eyes are closed. His hair has been let go of, and is coiled up, it is a lot curlier than the rest of his hair. By his head is the word “Boing” in all uppercase. To the right is a tiny doodle of Jonny’s head, recognizable by his goggles and eye make up. Above Jonny “hehehe” is written in all uppercase. Above Brian the arrow from Photo One can be seen. Below him hair and the top of his head from Photo Three are visible.

Photo Three: Brian is fully facing the viewer, with his curly hair sticking out all around his head. His eyes are closed and his mouth is neutral. In this drawing the lines and rivets of his metal neck plating can be seen. His shirt has the top of the Hello Kitty logo, with a bow on the right ear on it. Above him the bottom of the drawing in Photo Two can be seen and to the left a circular shape is cut off.

End ID.]

[bigasswritingmagnet]

Blood Will Out ch 1/30: Catalysis

Summary: When Agatha Sannikova learns she is, in fact, Agatha Heterodyne, she inadvertently kicks off a series of events that reopens old wounds, drags secrets into the light, and brings war to the doorstep of the all but defenseless Mechanicsburg. Saturnus struggles to crush his enemies with a town almost as broken as his body; Agatha, determined to undo the chaos she's unleashed, plunges into the depths of Castle Heterodyne.

Raised by a literal saint and the devil incarnate, Agatha - with an unleashed mind, a burning spark, and a band of very unexpected allies - will fight to do the unthinkable: be a good Heterodyne and a good person.

[The long awaited (by me) sequel to Relatively Speaking, This Will Probably be Fine and NOT a prequel to Helpful, in a Heterodyne Sort of Way, due to plot reasons.]

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The Heterodyne Valley was peaceful in the night. If one did not know its history, it would be easy to think of it as an oasis of fertile farmland and forest amidst the hardscrabble farms clinging to the unforgiving rock on the other side of the mountains. Cupped by the gentle hands of the valley, Mechanicsburg sat still and quiet in the darkness. 

At an hour so late it was early, when the bars had closed but the bakers had not woken, Mechanicsburg was visible only as winding rivers of dim lamp light twining through pools of darkness. As they moved away from the tourist attractions and towards the Tumbles, the rivers split into tributaries: smaller streets lined with houses and more reasonably priced shops. One such shop was Muller’s Miscellaneous, where machinists could buy parts and sell scrap. 

To the left of the building was a dingy alleyway. During the day it was used to haul materials and merchandise in and out. This late at night, the only occupants were a two-headed rat and the frantic tabby cat it was chasing. The alley led around to the back of the shop, providing access to the door and window. 

The door was locked tight. The window was open. Fresh scratches marred the wood around the latch, which now hung slightly loose, forced out of place by a hand unused to breaking, let alone entering. Through the open window was the storeroom. It was filled with stacked metal sheets of varying compositions and sizes, buckets of gears, boxes of screws and nails, Gordian knots of copper wires. In the very center of it all, surrounded by a mandala of half-built parts and materials…

…was a girl.

She was approximately fifteen, splayed legs showing the gangliness of an unfinished teenage growth spurt, her long blonde hair breaking free of its ponytail to press sweaty strands against her ashen cheeks. Behind thick round glasses, her eyes were glazed. Her mouth hung open as she panted for air, unable to breathe past the blood that trickled from her nose.

Agatha’s headaches were usually like a vice or a bear trap, a sharp pressure that faded quickly when she let it drive her away from whatever had brought on the attack. But she had not let it drive her away this time, and after an hour, it had become spikes of white hot metal in her brain, pulsing with her heartbeat.

She had never been in so much pain in her life.

She did not let it stop her.

Agatha had been trying to build this for five years, and for five years she had been driven to tears of frustration as the pain chased her away. But not this time.

She wasn’t sure what had made that specific headache different, why this time the pain had filled her with a spiteful, stubborn contrariness, but it had. Agatha had decided she was far too old – almost an adult, as far as she was concerned – to allow her own misfiring neurons to hold her back. She was sick of it. Sick of the feeling of things being just out of reach, sick of knowing she could do things and not being able to.

Sick of failure.

‘I’m impressed at your recovery,’ Doctor Sun had said, the immovable calm to Saturnus’ unstoppable stubborn indignation. ‘But the damage is not all from your heart or the muscle atrophy.” 

In a strange way, though, it had gotten easier to think. The constant, endless agony was so consistent, she could almost let it fade into background noise.

Agatha’s trembling fingers hovered over a pile of neatly sorted screws, trying to remember what she’d been doing. Right. The joints in the legs. She tried to imagine the chair climbing up the stairs that connected to the road outside the bakery.

‘No, you can’t just give yourself a new pair of legs. The problem is in your brain. The part of it that connects with the muscles is damaged, and that is not something I can repair – and neither can you.’

He kept trying, though. The memory of Saturnus on the floor, face covered in blood from hitting the nightstand on the way down, haunted her still.

Like a spider. Second and fourth sets would operate as counterbalances – hold it steady while the first set reached and the third set pushed forward. Carefully she checked her blood-spattered notes, reminding herself of what kind of joint she was trying to build. What did it look like again?

‘A chair? Oh yes, being pushed around by some minder, that sounds perfect, letting the whole world know I can’t even turn a wheel with my own strength. I leave this house on working legs or in a box!’

A chair that could walk and climb, propelled by clockwork. The idea had flown in on wings of pain.

Blatantly evil Lord Saturnus may be, but Agatha loved him dearly, just as much as she did the virtuous Teodora. In her head, Grandfather came as easily as Lord Saturnus – easier, even . Grandm — Teodora was a bulwark against the world, protector and defender, and within the stronghold of her home, there was Saturnus to understand.

He never told her she wasn’t broken, or that there was nothing wrong with her. Neither did he let her succumb to self-loathing. Broken is not the same as useless. Though she was just some orphan that a friend of his estranged son had dumped on him, he loved her like flesh and blood.

It was getting hard to see. White light was chewing at the edges of her vision, and she had to squint to see past the colored halos dancing in front of her. She hadn’t even turned anything on yet, but she was sure she smelled something burning. 

Hands clamped down on her shoulders, and the screws tumbled from her fingers. She had to blink several times to focus on the face in front of her, and it took another few seconds to recognize Herr Müller, whose shop she had chosen to…patronize.

“Miss Sannikova!” He was shouting, but he wasn’t angry – he looked scared, actually. Perhaps he was just making sure he could hear her. His voice was so far away from her ears. “Agatha!”

“I can pay for the pieces,” she said, and heard only a strange gurgling sound. “I wasn’t sure how many I’d need so I thought I would pay for what I used, after.”

“Get a doctor!” Müller bellowed over his shoulder. “Agatha, can you hear me?”

His mouth kept moving but the pain in her head was audible now, roaring in her ears, making it impossible to even hear herself think. She began to hum, a cracked and broken sound that had no melody.  

Saturnus, seated in the hated wheelchair beside the hospital bed of the girl who did not know she was his granddaughter, found himself distracted by the thought of what an excellent tableau they all made. Agatha lying between them, drawn and pale. On either side, her grandparents, perfect visual and moral opposites.  

Saturnus had been an intimidating figure, once upon a time, built in size and shape much like a particularly clean-shaven bear. Even when middle age had come to call, thinning his copper hair and softening his middle, he had maintained his strength. 

Not any more. Not ever again, as a point of fact. Spending just under a decade half-dead and immobile, bedridden and insensate, took its toll. Even after Agatha had drawn him back into the waking world, even with wife and granddaughter ensuring he stuck with the tortures Sun had the nerve to call ‘physical therapy’, he’d never regain more than a fraction of his old strength. He was an old man now, and he looked every inch of it, right down to sitting in a wheelchair with a blanket over the useless sticks of his legs.  

In contrast, his wife, whom time had touched with a much gentler hand. 

Teodora Vodenicharova was tall and slender, with bright brown eyes and a long, elegant face. Their frantic race to get dressed and to the hospital had not left her time to put herself together in her usual impeccable appearance. Her long gray hair was still in a braid, not wound up in its usual complex bun, and her dress did not match the sash around her waist.     

Despite all her time in Mechanicsburg, she maintained the fashions of her homeland, and wore simple dresses of muted colors, given shape by embroidered sashes and brightened by flashes of color at the hems and buttons. It rankled Saturnus that she dressed like a peasant, and often he wished she would let him deck her in the jewels and finery befitting the Lady of Mechanicsburg.

Not that she required fine clothing to be distinguished from the common folk. Even now as she stood braced for the explosion of fury and outrage she knew would be coming, she held herself tall and proud, regal as any queen, just as always.   

Saturnus turned his head away from her, and his gaze fell on Agatha’s locket on the bedside table, wound up in its chain. Saturnus reached out and picked it up, but did not open it. He could feel the effect of the locket, but he was a grown man and a strong Spark, so it was nothing but a faint tingling in the base of his skull. Nothing he could not ignore. He doubted he would even notice if he didn’t know it would be there. 

“How did you ever manage it?” he asked, turning the locket over in his hands. “All those years, watching her suffer, listening to her talk about herself like that? Knowing what it was. Knowing you could stop it.”

Teodora said nothing. He laughed briefly, soft and humorless.

“Funny. I’m pretty sure I was meant to be the evil one in this relationship.”

He heard Teodora’s sharp inhale. In a few quick strides she rounded the bed to stand beside him. When she spoke, it was with a rage that trembled with the effort of keeping quiet.

“Is that supposed to wound me? As if your good opinion was ever anything but a curse? As if I never prayed that you would grow bored and send me away again? Don’t you dare fool yourself into thinking that my heart has gone soft with time, Lord Heterodyne.”

But all he did was let out a soft, amused hum, and give her a condescending smile.

“So that’s it, then. The great, noble Teodora Vodenicharova played dutiful wife by her husband’s side, not for love, not for duty…but because you enjoyed seeing me brought low. Seems you fit into this family quite well.”

“How dare you—!” Teodora, white with rage, actually tried to slap him. He caught her arm easily and dragged her in, meeting her furious glare with his own hard, cold stare. 

“You certainly seem wounded by my poor opinion,” he said.

“That is not why I did it, and this has nothing to do with you. I did what I thought was necessary,” Teodora hissed, her voice hoarse. “I did what I thought was best to keep. Her. Safe.”

“And if I think this is a cruel and terrible thing, what does that say about you?” He released her and sat back in the wheelchair. He’d consented to it only to get to the Great Hospital to see Agatha, far too terrified to even feel the sting to his pride.

“Barry said she started breaking through when she was five— ”

“If he’d done it to anyone but flesh and blood,” Saturnus interrupted. “I’d be downright proud of him.”

Saturnus saw the words hit Teodora, saw her flinch, and bore down.

“But as it is, I am having trouble understanding why you were willing to go along with your son putting our granddaughter’s mind on a choke-chain leash without having the decency to tell her WHY!”    

For the first time in all their years of marriage, Teodora took a step back – but Teodora was Teodora. She had stood up to the Lord of Mechanicsburg, again and again and again, and had not just lived but won. Teodora was kind and gentle and would come down like a hammer on any threat to those she loved as fiercely as any Heterodyne. When Saturnus had declared her sons ruined, told her that he planned to kill them and start over, Teodora had stopped him. Not just stopped him, forced him to stand down, forced him to hand his beloved town to his “ruined” son, permanently, and let him rule and ruin as he pleased. 

And Saturnus loved her still, with all his heart.   

“What would you have done, in his place?” she challenged. “You think a five-year-old has the capability of understanding such an abstract danger? She would have had that thing off in seconds. Even now, I don’t think she’s old enough. She’ll get frustrated or want the pain to stop—”

“She thinks she is broken!”

“We cannot keep her safe.”

The words were like a hammer blow.

“Those headaches are half the reason no one thinks she could possibly be who she is!” Teodora said. “If anyone ever so much as doubted that? They would come for her, and there is no guarantee this town could protect her. Your pride was nearly the death of you, but I will not let you put her in mortal danger simply because you don’t want to admit that you are not the man you were, and this town cannot do what it is meant to do.” 

“She—”

“Am I wrong?”

“She needs—”

“Am. I. Wrong.” 

Saturnus couldn’t look at her. Yes, he was furious on Agatha’s behalf. Yes, it was a horrific thing to do to a girl, to keep doing to her. But it was no small part of him that did not want to admit that this device was better protection than he could provide. That this pain might be the best thing they could do for her.

He could not protect his grandchild.

Again.

Agatha stirred, her eyelids fluttering open. Her brow furrowed.

“Ow,” she whispered. Her gaze fell on Saturnus and Teodora. Her hazy expression grew puzzled. She looked around at the hospital room, and down at herself, and realized where she was. “Am I in trouble?”

“No,” Teodora said gently, reaching out and squeezing her hand. “No, darling, you’re not in trouble.”

“Important life lesson,” Saturnus said, attempting to sound jovial. “If you scare everyone badly enough, you can get away with anything.”

“Saturnus,” Teodora scolded, but Agatha giggled weakly. Her smile faded when Saturnus reached out and stroked her hair.

“What the hell were you doing?” he asked, gently.

“I was building you a chair,” she said softly. “Something you wouldn’t have to push. I thought maybe if you didn’t need help, you wouldn’t mind being seen in it. But every time I tried to build it, I got the headache and I just…”

Her eyes filled with tears.

“I was just so tired of being broken.” She began to cry, and Saturnus felt his heart break in ways he didn’t know it could. He took Agatha’s hand in both of his, squeezing tightly.

“Don’t do it again,” he said, nearly begging. “Broken or not, yours is a marvelous mind, and I would not have you cauterize it for anything – but especially not for me.”

“I wanted to help .”

“I know, I know. Here. When you’re well enough to leave, we’ll go back home and build it together. And go nice and slow, so neither of our bodies has reason to try and kill us, hmm?”

Her smile was weak, and he knew it wouldn’t be satisfying. She was a teenager, a Spark, a Heterodyne , and Saturnus knew that there was no feeling like watching your first big project cut a swath of destruction across the land and being able to think I did that, all on my own.  

“Oh,” Agatha said. “You’ve got my locket.”

She reached for it, but Saturnus pulled away.

“No jewelry in the hospital,” he lied. “Put it on when you go home.”

“The doctor wants to keep you overnight, just in case,” Teodora said, putting a gentle hand on Agatha’s knee. “We’ll see how you feel in the morning.”

Agatha nodded and closed her eyes. Neither Saturnus or Teodora spoke until Agatha’s breathing was the slow, steady rhythm of sleep.

“You didn’t tell her,” Teodora said, not voicing the question. 

“I thought it would be best to wait ‘til we get home. The locket, her parents – when we tell her, she’ll be angry, and I’d rather she not shout at us where half of Mechanicsburg could hear.”

“We’re not telling her.”

“Like hell we’re not—”

“ No. She’s too young, and she’s a terrible liar.”

“After all that, you still want her to wear it,” Saturnus said, amazed. “After what we just saw, what she just said, you still —”

“Do you think I’m enjoying this?” Teodora demanded. “I hate this just as much as you do, but we do not have a choice, Saturnus.”

“If you don’t tell her, I will.”

“No. You won’t.”

“And how exactly will you stop me? Kill me?”

The expression on Teodora’s face was very like the one she’d worn the day she’d told him he would not be killing their sons. When she spoke, her voice was ice and steel.

“I do not need to kill you.”

Saturnus tried to glare at her, but it was like trying to stare down the sun. And still, he loved her. More, really. When she got like this, he couldn’t help but think if she’d been a little less compassionate, she could have rivaled the Skull Queen herself.

He looked away.

“I can’t do it again,” Teodora said, in a much gentler voice. “I can’t. Klaus Barry was bad enough – for both of us. I won’t lose another grandchild.”

Agatha inhaled sharply, and they both froze. But she simply sighed in her sleep and rolled over.

They watched over her in silence until visiting hours ended, both too lost in their own thoughts, feeling no less trapped and miserable for worries shared.

They did not speak again until the next morning, when a breathless, terrified nurse appeared at their door to tell them that Agatha was gone.

[sophrosynesworld]

Crossfire (Prequel)

Warning: Before I was a fanfiction writer, I was a horror novelist. This type of story may not be suitable for all readers. This story involves vivid gore, government corruption, abuse, and much more. If I feel like a particular chapter may be triggering, I will add a separate warning label in red. If you like horror movies/books, criminal minds or SEAL Team, I think you'll enjoy this story.

Oh, one last thing.

Remember kids, the next time that somebody tell you, "The government wouldn’t do that." Oh, yes, they would. - Wendigoon

My body trembles, my sobs swallowed by the relentless surge of intense rock music. The pitch-black room keeps me disoriented, while a stabbing pain radiates from my jaw. My hands shake as I touch my mouth, feeling the metal brackets and wires running from my teeth into my gums, forcibly keeping my mouth shut to prevent me from activating my quirk. How long have I been here? Days? Weeks?

Every second stretches into an eternity, each hour blending into the next until time becomes meaningless. My head pounds as I crawl around the padded room, the weight of my shackles dragging me down. The clinking of metal is lost in the ceaseless barrage of music.

Do my parents miss me? Have they reported me missing yet? I clutch my sides, trying to steady my breathing, but the pain is unrelenting. Memories of how I ended up here are fuzzy, fragmented pieces of a nightmare I can’t escape.

I remember walking home from school after studying with my friends, the feeling of rough hands dragging me toward a van, and the cold bite of leather as they muzzled me. They knew what I was capable of—what my quirk could do. These people know who I am.

Whoever put me here wanted to break me. They expect an injured lamb, so let's give them a show.

Suddenly, a blinding light floods the room as the door slams open. A blonde woman in a suit steps inside, her face obscured by the glaring light.

“Ready to listen?” Her voice is impatient, devoid of empathy.

I lift my head, trying to refocus my eyes in her direction. Tears forcibly swell in my eyes. A sob barely able to leave my throat as I stare at her like a deer in headlights. I was raised by a pro hero; I know how to play this game.

She steps closer, copper-silted eyes searching mine. "Did mommy or daddy teach you that trick?" She laughs, her tongue pushing out of her mouth as it splits in two directions. "You know why you’re here. You're a danger to society." She pushes a strand of hair away from my face. I reach out to grab her, but my chains stop inches too short, causing her to chuckle in amusement as she stands back up.

"You’ve been selected to serve this great country." She signals to the camera, asking to be let out. The door opens, and she steps out slightly before leaning her head back in.

"Mommy and Daddy won't come looking for you. Who do you think called us?”

The door closes, and panic seizes me. They wouldn't do that. Why would they give me up after all these years? The lights turn off, plunging me back into darkness as the rock music overwhelms my senses once again.

Part One:

Authors Note: Hey Guys! I really hope you enjoy this series! This was designed to be a longer series, so I hope you have your reading glasses on! The next chapter is already out and takes place 11 years after this original scene.

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[ossifer]

Seeing Thalergy and Thanergy - The Link Between Gideon and Alecto

I want to very quickly point out what I believe to be a common misconception, one that deeply grates on me, found within Gideon the Ninth: namely, when Harrow and Gideon are tackling Lab #1-2 Transference/Winnowing.

This trial seemingly centers around the necromancer, in this case Harrow, piggybacking on their cavalier's senses and directing them toward the weak points that the cavalier cannot see, as is said by Harrow herself here, in order to pick apart the theorem remotely.

There is only one issue with all of this: non-Lyctoral necromancers can't see thanergetic signatures.

In Harrow the Ninth we are exposed to what a Lyctor's senses are like and there is an emphasis put on how their heightened awareness of thanergy and thalergy is unusual, overwhelming:

As a Lyctor, you could read a human body’s thanergy and thalergy like a book—but a picture book with helpful arrows pointing at places of interest, laying them naked and open to you. If you looked at Ianthe, however, you saw nothing. When you even looked at the nothing, it hurt the eye and wobbled the fat of the brain. Of course, she was no more immune to theorems than you were, but without the clarity of Lyctoral sight those theorems became much harder to use.

These wires were thronged about with bone, with glistening strands of fat wrapped around some of the threads of copper, instead of plex; they reeked of naked thalergy, and their purpose was still not immediately apparent to you.

You were painfully aware of the lamplights of thalergy signifying the Cohort officers in the dock—ten of them in a cluster a mere forty metres away: too close to be doing anything to aid the shuttle, but praying, maybe.

There was a great unmusical straining aboard ship—the sounds of wet drums—which had panicked you before you’d realised, with settling calm, that you were hearing the heave of seven hundred and eight beating hearts. You heard seven hundred and eight brains, thrumming in their cerebral fluid. You knew without checking that three hundred and four of those straining hearts belonged to necromancers; a necromancer’s heart myocardium flexed differently to your ears, worked worse, squeezed more feebly. You were sensing the living.

You were assaulted by the sensory data from seven hundred and eight pulmonary muscles. Every body on board felt like the awareness of a meal cooking, a good smell, a pillar of something hot and rich. Their thanergy and thalergy rippled in and around each other like a bloom, or like light playing over metal. And there were more: you could hear on the edge of your senses a deeper, sleeping seethe of life and death, a huge body count, but muffled. You felt the dead in some onboard morgue—ten bundles of discrete dead, of thanergy with the rot of thalergy arrested, snap-frozen.

A Lyctor sitting on the outside of the rocky ring that haloed the Mithraeum would not think it hidden: they would see it as a screaming beacon of thanergy—a burning gyre of death—letters writ large in space, HERE IS THE GRAVEYARD AND WE ARE THE GRAVES.

The noteworthy thing here is that despite Harrow referring to this as Lyctoral sight, the awareness is described as bleeding into every sense: smell, hearing, touch, sight, and things more abstract than that, into a sixth sense. She's even able to discern the exact number of dead or living signatures, which very much implies this isn't necessarily sight; this lyctoral sight is also referred to as lyctoral perception, which to me is further proof that it is not purely sight, more an attunement of all sensory perception to thalergy and thanergy. An attunement so exact that she can count the beating hearts and discern those that belong to necromancers.

If a Lyctor's ability to perceive thanergy and thalergy in this way is so ntoeworthy, and explicitly called lyctoral sight/perception, then how can any necromancer see thanergetic signatures? They can't. Harrow is being figurative when she says see, the same as lyctoral perception is a figurative sight.

Whereas here, when Harrow is riding on Gideon's mind, we see what true perception of thanergetic signatures is: the 'gel overlay across real life' is the ambient thanergy of the First, a thanergetic planet, and where it 'balled around various bits of the construct as though attracted to it, like iron filings to a magnet' is the theorems holding it together, hotspots of thanergy. Harrow even makes mention of the fact it's blurry and asks Gideon what's on top of it, which—assuming that blurriness isn't just simple disorientation—indicates that Harrow doesn't understand what she's seeing.

But the most damning thing to me is how Harrow reacts when Gideon asks about what she saw:

Gideon found herself saying, “I saw—lights, when I was fighting it. Overlay. Bright spots, where you told me to hit, a glowing halo. Is that what you meant by thanergetic signature?” She expected some dismissive You could not have comprehended the dark mysteries only my mascara’d eye doth espy, and was not prepared for Harrow’s open astonishment. Beneath the thick rivulets of blood and the smeared paint, she looked completely taken aback. “Do you mean,” her adept said slowly, “that there were things in the skeleton framework—mechanical lights, perhaps? Dyed segments?”

Openly astonished and completely taken aback, Harrow tries to discern what Gideon means by offering up rational non-necromantic explanations like mechanical lights and dyed segments. She doesn't liken it to her own perception of thanergetic signatures, her explanation is non-necromantic, it is based on the idea that Gideon cannot possibly have seen what she seems to be saying she did.

“No, they were just—googly areas of light. I couldn’t really see them properly,” she said. “I only saw them toward the end, when you were messing around.” “That’s not possible.” “I’m not lying.” “No, I’m just saying—that shouldn’t have been possible,” Harrow said. Her dark brows were furrowed so deeply that they looked like they were on a collision course. “I thought I knew what the experiment was doing, but—well. I cannot assume.”

What Gideon is suggesting is beyond the realm of possibility. She perceived thanergy in a way Harrow cannot.

The (Tenuous) Link to Alecto

From somewhere beneath the pool, a filter made blurting sounds as it recycled the spilloff. Harrow said, “The infants alone generated enough thanergy to take out the entire planet. Babies always do—for some reason.”

“Thalergetic decay causes cellular death,” you said carefully, pressing the nail in harder, “which emits thanergy. The massive cell death that follows apopneumatism causes a thanergetic cascade, though the first bloom fades and the thanergy stabilises within thirty to sixty seconds.” [...] In cases of apopneumatic shock, where death is sudden and violent, the energy burst can be sufficient to countermand osmotic pressure and leave the soul temporarily isolated. Whence we gain the ghost, and the revenant.”

Infant death creates a large amount of thanergy. Death—apopneumatism, the separation of the soul from the body—causes the thalergy in a body to undergo decay and triggers the cellular death that creates thanergy. Ergo, infants contain a large amount of thalergy, as their deaths create large amounts of thanergy, and thanergy is derived from thalergetic decay.

Assuming that thalergy concentration is thus linked to the age of a body, which seems logical given that thalergy is generated by cellular activity, and that older bodies function less efficiently, then this means thalergy concentration could be used to measure someone's age.

When Alecto is resurfacing in Harrow's body at the end of Nona the Ninth, her thoughts begin intruding on Nona's point of view, and one such moment is when Crux is offering himself up as a sacrifice to open the tomb:

Someone said something. The old man, Crux—the child Crux, barely one hundred years old—was saying hoarsely[...]

Alecto gave John necromancy. The Resurrection Beasts make their corpus and the heralds from the thanergy and thalergy they derive from the planets they eat. Planets, thus, presumably have some sort of link to necromancy; necromancy is based on the manipulation of thalergy and thanergy.

Would it be so unexpected that Alecto, and perhaps other planets, are able to perceive thanergy and thalergy? Maybe Gideon inherited more from John than just those eyes, or rather, she inherited something from the planet he killed. The distinctive golden eyes are genetic, yes, but eye colour is also linked to the soul, and we know that John and Alecto's souls have spend a long time in close proximity.

We already know that Gideon isn't normal: she survives the nerve gas, heals far too quickly from the siphoning trial and without any permanent brain damage, and her body fails to rot after she dies. What if we can also add to the list that she has some sort of deep link to thanergy and thalergy that allows her to perceive it under certain conditions, like when an adept is riding on her senses?