#Automatic Soldering

[poojalw]

The Role of Automatic Soldering

Enhancing Operational Efficiency in Electronics Manufacturing: The Role of Automatic Soldering In today’s rapidly evolving manufacturing landscape, where precision, speed, and reliability are non-negotiable, automatic soldering has emerged as a game-changing solution. Particularly in the electronics and electrical sectors, where component miniaturization and high-density boards are the norms, traditional soldering methods often fall short. Automatic soldering technology bridges this gap—delivering consistent results, reducing human error, and enhancing overall productivity.

What Is Automatic Soldering? Automatic soldering refers to the use of machines and robotic systems to perform soldering tasks that were traditionally done manually. These systems are designed to apply solder precisely and efficiently, whether through wave soldering, selective soldering, or robotic point soldering. Unlike manual methods, which are labor-intensive and vary based on technician skill, automatic soldering ensures high repeatability and precision, making it ideal for large-scale production lines and quality-driven industries.

Why Automatic Soldering Matters 1. Consistent Quality and Precision Automatic soldering systems follow exact parameters for temperature, timing, and positioning. This eliminates the inconsistencies found in manual soldering and ensures robust solder joints, which are critical for long-term device performance.

2. Increased Throughput In fast-paced industries like consumer and automotive electronics, saving time means saving money. Automatic soldering machines can work faster and more accurately than human operators, drastically increasing production speeds without compromising quality.

3. Reduced Labor Costs By automating repetitive tasks, manufacturers can significantly reduce reliance on manual labor, reassign skilled technicians to more complex duties, and lower operationalcosts over time.

4. Enhanced Safety Soldering involves high temperatures and potentially hazardous fumes. Automation minimizes human exposure to these risks, promoting a safer workplace environment. Applications of Automatic Soldering Across Industries Electronics Manufacturing Used extensively for PCB assembly, automatic soldering ensures tight quality control for devices ranging from smartphones to industrial controllers.

Automotive Sector As electric cars and driver-assistance systems become more common, car electronics need accurate and dependable soldering. Automatic systems help make sure these important safety parts stay reliable.

Telecommunication Equipment Devices used in communication networks have tightly packed circuit boards. Automated soldering is essential for creating reliable connections, especially in complex or hard-to-reach areas.

Medical Devices In an industry where precision can be life-saving, automated soldering offers the accuracy needed for implantable devices, diagnostic machines, and other sensitive equipment.

Choosing the Right Automatic Soldering Solution

When selecting an automatic soldering system, manufacturers should consider:

Type of Soldering Method: Wave, selective, or robotic soldering, based on product complexity.

Component Sensitivity: Ensure compatibility with heat-sensitive components.

Production Volume: Choose equipment that can handle your expected throughput.

Flexibility: Systems that adapt to varying board layouts are a plus in dynamic manufacturing settings.

The Sumitron Advantage in Soldering Solutions As more industries embrace automation, trusted partners like Sumitron provide more than just tools—they deliver integrated solutions. From ESD-safe soldering stations to robotic soldering systems, Sumitron offers a curated range of products to meet the exacting needs of today’s electronics manufacturers. With a deep understanding of industry requirements and a commitment to quality, Sumitron ensures every solution is tailored to maximize uptime, reduce errors, and future-proof your production line.

Looking Ahead: The Future of Soldering is Smart The future of automatic soldering is being shaped by Industry 4.0, with intelligent machines capable of real-time monitoring, predictive maintenance, and self-adjusting soldering profiles. As AI and IoT converge with manufacturing, automatic soldering systems will not only perform tasks—but also optimize and evolve with production needs.

Conclusion: Whether you're producing cutting-edge electronics or mission-critical automotive components, automatic soldering is no longer a luxury—it’s a necessity. With benefits that touch every aspect of manufacturing, from cost and quality to safety and speed, adopting this technology is a smart move for future-ready businesses.

Discover Sumitron’s range of soldering automation tools and elevate your production capabilities with solutions engineered for excellence.

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[orellazalonia]

Comedic Relief

Summary: After overhearing teammates call you the "comic relief" and question your seriousness, you begin to doubt your place on the team despite being a genius in disguise. Bucky finds you spiraling in your lab, reminds you of your brilliance, and confesses how deeply he values and loves you. (Bucky Barnes x chaotic!reader)

Word Count: 1.4k+

A/N: Wanted something angsty. I also debated having them run away temporarily and having Bucky find them first, but I liked how this turned out in the end. Happy reading!!!

Main Masterlist | Earth’s Mightiest Headache Masterlist

You weren’t supposed to hear it.

Honestly, you never meant to. You were crawling through the ceiling vent to test your portable gravity-altering boots as one does and accidentally dropped into the hallway by the training center. You didn’t land gracefully. You bounced. Twice.

No one noticed.

You were about to make a dramatic entrance to demand “scientific respect and perhaps a sandwich” when your name floated through the crack of the door.

“She’s just… not serious,” One of the rookies was saying. “I know she’s smart, obviously, but it’s like, can you trust her in a real op? Last week she got distracted mid-mission because she thought the enemy base’s reactor looked ‘like a sexy espresso machine.’”

You could hear someone chuckle before another added, “Yeah, and she asked Fury if ‘thermonuclear’ was a made-up word.”

You blinked. That was a joke. You knew what thermonuclear meant. You’d accidentally built a thermonuclear coffee machine last year that tried to launch itself into low orbit. They made you name it and put it in a SHIELD containment box.

“Honestly, she’s more of the comic relief, you know?” Another said. “Like, she’s the team mascot. Not really part of the brain or someone you should trust.”

You weren’t sure what part of you tensed first. Maybe it was your jaw, your spine, or your heart. It wasn’t a new feeling. Not really. It was just louder this time. More final. Heavier.

Mascot.

The word stuck to you like wet concrete.

You backed away before you could hear any more of the conversation, suddenly hyperaware of every squeak of your boots and every stupid joke you’d ever made this week. The “avocado bomb” prank on Steve. The trivia challenge you crushed but then celebrated by pronouncing “Columbus” as “Co-LUMB-us.” The marble run you built through the ventilation system that made the whole compound sound like a wind chime when it rained.

God. Was that all they saw?

You didn’t go to dinner. You didn’t reply in the group chat, even when Sam tagged you and asked why Bucky was sulking in the corner muttering “Where is she?” like a pissed-off gargoyle.

You didn’t even remember walking back to the lab. Your feet had carried you here on autopilot to your safe place, your mess, your cathedral of chaos and half-finished thoughts.

You locked the door behind you, not that anyone ever came in uninvited. Not unless Bucky had something to smuggle in for you (usually food or a weapon you weren’t technically cleared to modify). Not unless Tony wanted to gawk at your entropy.

The lab lights flickered on automatically. You winced at the brightness.

You moved like a ghost, almost afraid to touch anything. Your hands hovered above your desk, your workbench, the tower of half-functional prototypes stacked like a junkyard Jenga tower. You didn’t sit. You just stared at the avalanche of yourself. Your weird, brilliant, overwhelming mind spilled out across surfaces. Wires like spaghetti. Notes written in both formulae and doodles. Gel pens next to soldering irons. A circuit board shaped like a cat.

It all looked… childish. Stupid.

What were you even doing?

You finally collapsed into your chair, spinning once, twice, then fast enough that the corners of the room blurred. You kicked off the counter and made a loop around the floor, feet dragging. The motion didn’t help. If anything, it amplified the static in your chest.

Mascot.

You blinked hard, squeezing your temples. “No. No no no. Shut up. We’re not doing this today.”

You spun to your desk. Grabbed a marker. Scrawled something on the board.

atomic weight of hydrogen: 1.00784 u. bananas are a lie. you don’t need potassium that bad. you matter. you matter. you matter.

You stared at it for a long time. Then erased “you matter” so hard the whiteboard squeaked. Your hand kept going long after the words were gone. Until it hurt.

You stood. Paced a little more. Opened a drawer. Slammed it shut. You tugged at the sleeves of your hoodie, pacing faster now, muttering in a half joking, half begging, yet all unraveling way. “Who the hell builds a weather balloon to see if birds migrate better with Taylor Swift playing on a speaker? Who sets a toast-loving AI loose in the kitchen and calls it a ‘learning moment’ when it sets off four smoke alarms?”

You knocked into your shelf, and something clattered. You didn’t catch it. You didn’t care.

You backed into your chair and sank again, hands braced on your knees like gravity got heavier just for you. Your eyes burned.

“They’re right,” You said quietly. “I’m a joke. A distraction. They keep me around because it’s easier than telling me to leave.”

Somewhere behind you, the electronic calendar chimed softly:

Reminder: Tell Bucky you love him. (He already knows, but say it anyway.)

Your throat closed up.

You covered your face with both hands and curled forward, trembling. The quiet buzz of your machines felt deafening. You had built this place, crafted it like a cocoon, a temple, a home. Now it felt like a parody of genius.

You didn’t hear the knock at the door. Or the creak as it opened.

But you felt it when Bucky entered, his presence like a storm and a lighthouse all at once. Steady. Warm. Wordless.

He stood there for a moment. Watching. Taking in the wreckage. You hadn’t noticed the tears on your face until he knelt in front of you and reached up, thumb brushing just below your eye. He didn’t say anything right away. He just held you.

You weren’t even sure when your body had folded into his. One moment, you were curled in on yourself, vibrating with self-loathing, and the next, your face was buried in the crook of his neck and his arms were wrapped around you like armor. Like he could physically keep the world out if he just held on tight enough.

You gripped the front of his henley like it was the only solid thing left. It smelled like coffee and the soap he never admitted to stealing from Steve.

“I thought you were joking when you said you could feel my breakdowns in your soul,” You whispered, voice raw.

“I can,” He murmured against your hair. “Like a bat signal but sadder.”

You let out a broken sound, half sob, half laugh.

His metal hand rubbed slow, careful circles on your back; warm from the adaptive heat plates he let you install. The other hand cradled your head like you were fragile, which only made the cracks inside you widen. He never looked at you like you were fragile. Not until now.

“They think I’m a joke,” You mumbled into his chest. “They think I’m just the team jester with a few fun facts and a death wish.”

“That’s bullshit.”

“They’re not wrong.”

Bucky pulled back just enough to look at you, not with pity, but with fire.

“You built a quantum drive in a toaster oven,” He said firmly. “You hacked an alien translator using a flashlight and a Etch A Sketch. You—” He huffed, voice breaking. “You are the only reason half this team is alive.”

You stared at him, voice stuck in your throat.

“But I make everything a joke.”

“Because that’s how you survive,” He said softly. “You think I don’t know what it’s like to be underestimated because people are more comfortable laughing at you than respecting you?”

You looked down. “I just… if I stop being funny, I’m afraid they’ll stop wanting me around.”

Bucky reached up, cupping your cheek, thumb stroking beneath your eye.

“If they can’t handle all of you, not just the jokes and chaos and weird trivia, then they don’t deserve you. But I can.” His voice was low, steady. “I love you. All of you. The ridiculous, the brilliant, the heartbreaking mess of you. You could set the tower on fire trying to build a better microwave and I’d still think you’re the smartest person I’ve ever met.”

You blinked fast, and a soft smile tugged at your lips. “That was one time.”

“Twice,” He corrected. “And the second time, you swore it was intentional to teach Tony humility.”

You let out a breathless laugh, and he smiled. That sweet, rare smile he only ever gave you like you were something secret and sacred.

“C’mere,” He said, pulling you in again, tighter this time.

You curled into his lap and let yourself stay there, finally still, finally quiet. His hands never stopped moving, thumb tracing your spine, fingers gently combing through your hair, grounding you with every touch.

And in that moment, you didn’t feel like a mascot or a distraction.

You felt like someone loved and seen.

[phiniusandjelly]

Please help me find a post T^T

I cant find this one danny phantom prompt where danny is a superman clone (?) or at least assumed to be a superman clone.

Not sure if he’s reincarnated or if it was actually a GIW lab or what

Anyway, when he is saved from the lab he automatically gets thrown into young justice without anybody asking if thats what he actually wants to do. Hes a superman clone, of course he wants to be a hero!

I think with all of his general knowledge of earth and fighting they assumed he knew what professional hero work/the justice league is.

SURPRISE! He definitely doesnt.

He thinks hes been more or less trapped by a superpower group and is being used as a solder.

He keeps his family, his ghost status, as many powers as he can, and all of his questions a secret.

He tries to appeal to his “captors”

To the adults he is kind, respectful, and always does what hes told. He acts excited about everything, trying to project this childish innocence so they dont suspect him of anything.

With the kids he’s a lot more friendly. Hes too scared to be honest and be himself but he jokes around a lot more, trying to get them to like him, hoping they will report back to the adults that he is worthy of trust.

He hides his injuries, not wanting to look weak or worthless. He doesn’t want to know how they punish soldiers, especially sense they know he is very durable. Plus, getting treatment means getting attention, and he wants to fade away enough to escape without notice.

He doesnt know this world or the powers and technology these people have. He cant just run if they catch him immediately, especially if he tries to get into contact with sam/tucker/his family and puts target on their backs.

He needs information, and to get that, he needs their trust.

So he us breaking his back jumping at every chance he gets to prove he can be trusted enough to earn even the smallest scrap of freedom.

Every dangerous mission. Every training session, every meaningless task.

And nobody notices anything is wrong.

Untill on a mission with young justice where miss martin connects their thoughts so they can best communicate and hear him freaking the fuck out.

I cant remember how it goes from there.

Ive been looking forever please help me find it i dont know what to doooo

[zoeykallus]

Hi there! I was the anon who asked for the figure skating headcanons ashile back, which I loved btw they were so sweet, the content was immaculate as per usual 💖💕 I saw your post about Tech and it gave me this idea for a one-shot with him that I think would be really cute (if you're willing of course) where the reader notices he has a bad habit of getting too focused on his work so he hasn't eaten in a while so reader makes him lunch and then feeds him and it becomes a little thing for them that Tech starts to really looks forward to and I just wanna take care of him 😭💕

Aloha!

This is indeed a cute idea, and I'm sure Tech is exactly like that, getting hyperfocused with work and neglecting himself and everything else. Let's help that poor guy out...

Tech x Reader One-Shot - Loving Care

Mostly Fluff

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Ko-Fi (If you feel like giving me some coffee)

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>Masterlist<

When you enter the machine room, Tech is lying among tools and machine parts. His helmet rests on the floor next to a toolbox. There is a smear of grease on his face, his expression focused, almost dogged. You watch them for a little while, he hasn't noticed you yet. He's been busy with repairs again for hours. Wrecker had to take the helm on the last mission, and some pretty rough maneuvering and a few enemy encounters had blown a system or two. Tech was determined to fix everything as quickly as possible. You hear him sighing over and over, screwing and soldering away at open circuits, but Tech doesn't seem to be making much progress, he looks dissatisfied. He mumbles softly to himself, "I know it's irrational, but I feel like this machine is mocking me" "You're doing it again," you say gently. He blinks in surprise, looks up and adjusts his goggles with two fingers. "Hello dear. What am I doing again?" You smile, sit down on the floor next to him and say, "Working too much. You forget everything around you, eating and drinking too." You hand him the water bottle you brought him.

"Have a drink." "Oh, thanks, I'm really thirsty," Tech says, accepting the bottle. "I'm not surprised." He drinks almost half the bottle before handing it back to you. He sits up, pulls out a circuit board and continues working while sitting down. He doesn't even notice the plate you brought. "Open your mouth" "Wha- hmmnpf" You shove the sandwich you made him into his mouth, with all his favorite ingredients, the edges cut off. "Take a bite," you say, demanding. Tech does as he's told. Laughing softly, you say, "Now chew, darling." He blinks, but starts chewing and as if on cue, his stomach growls. He enjoys the bite, you can tell. "Thank you, that's very thoughtful," he says as he swallows the bite. You let him keep taking bites of the sandwich as he continues to work until it's gone. Then you slide some fruit after it, all fresh and finely sliced, peeled just the way he likes it. "Vitamins, when you work that hard, you have to feed your body accordingly" Tech smiles, his shy little smile and says, "I have to agree with you on that one"

In the coming days, you do the same thing over and over again. Make him food, feed him, make sure he drinks enough. Wrecker, who witnesses this, looks at you pouting. "Where's my sandwich? I need someone to feed me too." You laugh and push a plate into his hand. "Here, I made you one too" Wrecker beams, thanks you with a grin, and retreats back to his bunk with the plate. One night you're running later than usual. Tech is in the middle of work, but he senses immediately that something is different. Hunger and thirst finally make themselves known, and he automatically looks up to see where you are. Frowning, he climbs out from between the machines and is about to go check when you enter the machine room. He smiles with relief when he sees you with lunch and a water bottle. "There you are," he says with relief. You laugh softly and say, "You've obviously gotten used to my caring already." Tech sits back down to his work and says, "I hope you don't mind" "Not at all, I like taking care of you" Tech smirks with satisfaction, "And I enjoy it to the fullest"

While you're feeding him, he suddenly looks up and gives you a searching look. "Am I taking care of you enough?" he asks suddenly, frowning uncertainly, "I don't want this to be one-sided or for you to feel neglected." You look at him, puzzled at first, but then you smile. You ask him, "Who brings me my caf in the morning?" "Um, that's me," he says directly. "Who fluffs my pillow every night before I lie down". "That's me too" Slowly, a smile appears on his face. "Who takes care of me when I'm hurt or sick". "Me of course" "Who helps me with the groceries" "Mostly me, but sometimes Wrecker". You laugh softly. "But you understand what I'm getting at, don't you?" you ask, amused. Tech nods, kisses your cheek and says with a relieved contented sigh, "We make a good team, don't we?" "We really do"

[infiniteeight8]

I don't know if you are familer with this trope but:

Guide and Senital ironstrange

Anon, not only am I familiar with this trope, I wrote the tumblr post that quite a few people have used to explain it. 😀

I can actually rationalize Stephen and Tony in either role, but I decided to go with the most obvious (to me, anyway) version. This time, anyway! 

This is also a “Sentinels and Guides are known” style AU.

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Tony tries very, very hard not to use his senses at all. 

It’s not that he doesn’t want them. He may have issues, but they aren’t those particular issues. He’d be happy to lean into those genetic advantages if, in his case, they outweighed the risks. Which they don’t. Three Sentinel and Guide centers (his local California Center first, then the California State Center, then the New York Center) all agree that Tony is, quote, “unusually susceptible to zone outs.” 

Which more or less means that damn near anything can tip him into one, and damn near nothing can get him out of one. Pepper, despite being so weak a Guide she only just registers on the test, is the best at getting him out of them. Given a quiet place and about half an hour undisturbed, she can get him back about half the time. The rest of the time, there’s nothing to do but wait. He usually comes out of a zone after four or five hours. Usually.

Once, he had to be put into care in the S&G Center for three days.

No one enjoys that, least of all Tony. So he does his best not to give his brain the opportunity to hyperfocus, and he meets the Guides the Center sends to match with him, and he tries not to envy the Sentinels who can snap out of a zone with a few words from the right person. 

Unfortunately, Tony’s work regularly involves intense focus on very small objects. Soldering a circuit board is legitimately dangerous for him, but like hell he’s going to give the job to someone else, especially when it concerns the armor. He tells himself that even when FRIDAY warns him against such work while Pepper is out of town.

The tiny��

…details… 

…swallow… 

…him.

.

.

The low rumble of a voice. A warm hand holding his, trembling faintly. The scent of tea and dust and something like but unlike ozone. It’s the scent that Tony follows back into the world. Blinking, Tony carefully straightens up from where he was hunched over his work bench. He doesn’t feel sore, which is unusual.

“Tony?”

Tony turns to find Stephen Strange sitting next to him, eyebrows knitted in concern. Tony clears his throat, but it doesn’t feel dry. “Yeah, I’m here. How long was I out?”

FRIDAY answers, “Fifteen minutes. With Ms. Potts out of town, I considered calling the S&G Center, but Doctor Strange is a registered Guide and I decided he was more likely to respond quickly.”

“You did good, FRIDAY,” Tony reassures her automatically, and then really registers her words. He turns to Strange. “You got me back in fifteen minutes?”

“More like ten, once I got here,” Strange says. “I’m sorry, it shouldn’t take that long.”

“That long?” Tony laughs. “Strange, that’s the fastest anyone has ever gotten me out of zone out in my entire life. That’s assuming they even can get me back. Are you bonded? Tell me you’re not bonded.”

Strange lets out an incredulous huff of laughter and shakes his head. “I’m not bonded,” he says. “And to anticipate your next question, yes, I’m amenable to a courtship.”

“Amenable,” Tony snorts, but he’s smiling. “Fantastic. FRIDAY, is there paperwork? If there is, get it started.”

Strange looks bemused, but in a good way, like he’s enjoying the ride. It’s a good sign, Tony decides.

[commodorez]

I installed the Automatic Program Load option on my Data General Nova 1200's CPU board. It uses a weird open-collector N82S23N Programmable Read-Only Memory. Not an EPROM, just PROM -- you get ONE shot to program it right and if you screw it up, it's ruined forever. All that's needed to install it is a pair of sockets (or directly soldering it into the PCB, but I wouldn't recommend that).

[chiprewington]

stupid little lego brick that ruins everything

i don't know much about modchips but. yeah. this is what the override at its core looks like to me. it's a very tiny modchip soldered to Chip's motherboard!

this is also why removing it is such a risky thing because, outside of it having a code execution to automatically shut him off if removed, it'd be an incredibly delicate process to remove in the first place.

[biblomaniac]

Courage 10/02

Courage.

“Strength in the face of pain or grief.”

Kara built her courage. Welded it from the molten rubble of Krypton. Forged in the icy depths of the Phantom Zone. Fabricated it with the bare thread of humanity she hid behind.

Courage was difficult. Tiring. Worthless without hope to compel it. Kara’s hope had long run out. It fizzled out the moment Lena stepped through that portal leaving her encased in the poisonous remains of her home world.

After the melancholy of Lena’s betrayal came the anger. Over the passing months, the anger mellowed into disappointment and resentment. At Lena, her friends, her family, and herself most of all.

There was no reason to truly uphold the facade anymore. Lena was the last person close to her who didn’t know. Everyone else was just passing faces in the night, none so important as to truly hide herself from.

She moved through the days automatically. Wake up, dress, go to work at CatCo, be Supergirl, return home, sleep, and repeat. Game nights and trips to Al’s stopped. Sending silly texts with numerous emojis and gifs of cute animals trickled to nothing.

“Kara, you need to move on. I get that you’re disappointed about Lena, I do. But she showed her true colors. She’s a Luther through and through-“

“Get out,” the blonde said. Her voice was flat, emotionless.

Shocked at the swift dismissal, Alex paused her rant, “What?”

Kara’s tone left no room for argument, “I’m sick of everyone placating me with false truths. Yes, she hurt me, but she’s not evil. She’s hurting, and I’m that one that caused it. So don’t sit here and lecture me about my feelings as if you understand anything about this.”

“You know what? Fine. Don’t come crying to me the next time she breaks your heart.” With that parting remark, Alex turns on her heel, exiting the apartment.

She’ll never understand. I was too much of a coward, and I hurt the person I love the most. So much for the Paragon of Hope.

———————————

Another day, another failed attempt to pick up the shattered pieces of her life.

Non Nocere was a failure. She was a fool to believe she could neutralize humanity’s inclination to anger, hurt, and violence. Lex, as always, was a madman intent to make the world suppliant to him or watch it burn.

Lena had had enough. There was no point running from the truth. She had been rash; too quick to anger and too slow to forgiveness.

At first, it was the spitting anger. Lena thought there was no way in hell she could ever forgive Supergirl for lying to her. After months of isolation and intense introspection, the embarrassment of her actions kept her from reaching out to Kara.

Taking another sip from tumbler in her hand, Lena resumed her work with the soldering iron. All she had now was whisky and her tech. It wasn’t much, but she could survive with it if she had to.

One of the biggest downsides to Earth Prime was having to reinvent copious amounts of projects she had completed on Earth-38. The scientist found herself lost in the long process of reengineering the gadgets.

Unfortunately, it seems she may have slipped a bit too far into her mind. It takes a moment too long for her brain to register the burning pain ripping across her hand as the conical tip slices through the flesh of her palm.

“FUCK,” Lena exclaims, dropping the tool onto the table.

She stumbles out of her chair gripping her wrist in shock, staring wide eyed at the blood welling rapidly from her hand. The pain and alcohol release a shockwave of pint up frustration and fear. Tears begin to flow her eyes from what feels like an endless chasm of misery.

Her knees buckle, sending her down to the cold tile of her private home office. She makes no attempt to stem the bleeding, no attempt to rise from the ground. She just sits there, watching as the pain and turmoil of the last year becomes physical manifest.

———————————————

Supergirl is completing her final round of patrol for the day when she hears it.

“FUCK!”

Kara halts her flight, tuning her hearing completely to Lena. She hears a crash, a thump, and the beginning of broken sobs. In the next second, she’s immediately soaring through the sky towards the penthouse.

At the balcony, she pauses momentarily. It’s been months since she was last here. Lena has made it more than clear that Kara isn’t welcome, but the need to make sure the brunette is okay dwarfs the concerns for the long-term consequences of her actions. Kara grabs the handle, popping the door from its lock and sliding it open.

Lena is going to be so pissed at me. I’ll have to come back to fix this later.

The brunettes sobs are even louder now. It makes her Kryptonian heart race at the thought that something terrible has happened. Moving through the austere home, she audibly locates Lena in her lab. Once again, the closed door is gently forced open.

The first thing her eyes focus on is the red painting the white table, then her eyes move to the crumpled form just feet away. The hero speeds over, crouching low to examine her ex-friend.

“Lena?! What wrong?” She asks quickly, hands hovering above the shaking form.

Watery emerald eyes, focusing on Kara’s form as the emotional woman chokes on a sob.

“K-Kara? What are you doing here?” She asked confusedly, shielding one had close to her midsection.

“I heard you cuss, and a crash. I thought something terrible had happened. Where is that blood coming from?” She questions, worried Lena is hiding a wound in her abdomen.

Wiping her tears with a shaky hand, Lena protests the attention, “What do you care? Just me alone.”

Kara’s not taken aback. It’s been nearly a year of this bitter back and forth between them. But this time, she’s not going to run at the first round of dismissal.

“No. You’re hurt. I can’t leave until I know you’re okay.”

A wet laugh escapes Lena’s throat. “That’s rich coming from you. You’ve left even other time, why’s this one different?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? Every time I tried to reconcile you’ve shut me down and turned me away—“

The alcohol and blood loss must have been getting to her, because under no other circumstance could Lena imagine having the courage to be truthful after all this time.

“Because you hurt me! I let you have the power to hurt me. You never felt bad about it, just moved on with life as usual until I betrayed you. And once the anger turned to doubt I was too cowardly to apologize…”

She’s sorry? Oh Rao, she doesn’t hate me! I can fix this, fix us. I can make us right again!

“It’s okay…I shouldn’t have lied, and I should never have just moved on as if nothing had happened. It’s my biggest regret, Lena. Let me help you, and then we can…we can fix us,” the blonde clasps her hands her counterparts gently pulling her arms away from her stomach.

Lena hisses through her teeth trying to shield her hand from any further pain. Now that Kara can clearly see the wound, she internally lets out a sigh of relief that it’s just her hand, and not anything internal. Sucking on a breath, she blows a stream of cool air onto the cut, covering the hand in a thin layer of frost.

“That should help for a moment. I’ll get some bandages okay?”

She doesn’t wait for a respond before using her X-Ray vision to locate the first aid kit in the closet by the wall. Within minutes, Lena’s hand is cleaned, medicated and bandaged.

Lena watches silently. The fight has drained out of her and the overwhelming loss of Kara is soothed slightly as the hero tenderly cares for her.

“There, all better.” Kara announces quietly, giving Lena a shaky smile.

A single tear slips from a jade eye, “I’m so tired. So sick of feeling broken,” she croaks.

A tanned thumb wipes it away before softly rubbing a pale cheek. “So am I, but I never felt broken with you, Lena. Can we just, can we go back to what we had?”

Jade eyes hide behind pale lids. “I don’t want what we had.” She whispers.

“What, what do you want?” The blonde asks shakily.

Turning her head away, Lena confesses, “I’m scared.”

“Of me?” she asks, thinly veiled horror in her voice.

Shaking her head, “Of what I want.”

“What do you want, Lena?”

“I want you.”

Courage was difficult. Tiring. Worthless without hope to compel it. But now? Kara’s hope was sparked anew. It fizzled to life as Kara leaned forward pressing a lasting kiss to the apple of Lena’s cheek.

“I want you too, always.”

[kaijuposting]

Jaegers of Pacific Rim: What do we know about them?

There's actually a fair amount of lore about Pacific Rim's jaegers, though most of it isn't actually in the movie itself. A lot of it has been scattered in places like Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters, Tales From Year Zero, Travis Beacham's blog, and the Pacific Rim novelization.

Note that I will not be including information from either Pacific Rim: Uprising or Pacific Rim: The Black. Uprising didn't really add anything, and The Black's take on jaegers can easily be summed up as "simplified the concept to make a cartoon for children."

So what is there to know about jaegers, besides the fact that they're piloted by two people with their brains connected via computer?

Here's a fun fact: underneath the hull (which may or may not be pure iron), jaegers have "muscle strands" and liquid data transfer technology. Tendo Choi refers to them in the film when describing Lady Danger's repairs and upgrades:

Solid iron hull, no alloys. Forty engine blocks per muscle strand. Hyper-torque driver for every limb and a new fluid synapse system.

The novelization by Alex Irvine makes frequent references to this liquid data transfer tech. For example:

The Jaeger’s joints squealed and began to freeze up from loss of lubricant through the holes Knifehead had torn in it. Its liquid-circuit neural architecture was misfiring like crazy. (Page 29.)

He had enough fiber-optic and fluid-core cabling to get the bandwidth he needed. (Page 94.)

Newt soldered together a series of leads using the copper contact pins and short fluid-core cables. (Page 96.)

Unfortunately I haven't found anything more about the "muscle strands" and what they might be made of, but I do find it interesting that jaegers apparently have some sort of artificial muscle system going on, especially considering Newt's personnel dossier in the novel mentioned him pioneering research in artificial tissue replication at MIT.

The novelization also mentions that the pilots' drivesuits have a kind of recording device for their experiences while drifting:

This armored outer layer included a Drift recorder that automatically preserved sensory impressions. (Page 16.)

It was connected through a silver half-torus that looked like a travel pillow but was in fact a four-dimensional quantum recorder that would provide a full record of the Drift. (Page 96.)

This is certainly... quite the concept. Perhaps the PPDC has legitimate reasons for looking through the memories and feelings of their pilots, but let's not pretend this doesn't enable horrific levels of privacy invasion.

I must note, though, I haven't seen mention of a recording system anywhere outside of the novel. Travis Beacham doesn't mention it on his blog, and it never comes up in either Tales From Year Zero or Tales From The Drift, both written by him. Whether there just wasn't any occasion to mention it or whether this piece of worldbuilding fell by the wayside in Beacham's mind is currently impossible to determine.

Speaking of the drivesuits, let's talk about those more. The novelization includes a few paragraphs outlining how the pilots' drivesuits work. It's a two-layer deal:

The first layer, the circuity suit, was like a wetsuit threaded with a mesh of synaptic processors. The pattern of processor relays looked like circuitry on the outside of the suit, gleaming gold against its smooth black polymer material. These artificial synapses transmitted commands to the Jaeger’s motor systems as fast as the pilot’s brain could generate them, with lag times close to zero. The synaptic processor array also transmitted pain signals to the pilots when their Jaeger was damaged.

...

The second layer was a sealed polycarbonate shell with full life support and magnetic interfaces at spine, feet, and all major limb joints. It relayed neural signals both incoming and outgoing. This armored outer layer included a Drift recorder that automatically preserved sensory impressions.

...

The outer armored layer of the drivesuit also kept pilots locked into the Conn-Pod’s Pilot Motion Rig, a command platform with geared locks for the Rangers’ boots, cabled extensors that attached to each suit gauntlet, and a full-spectrum neural transference plate, called the feedback cradle, that locked from the Motion Rig to the spine of each Ranger’s suit. At the front of the motion rig stood a command console, but most of a Ranger’s commands were issued either by voice or through interaction with the holographic heads-up display projected into the space in front of the pilots’ faces. (Page 16.)

Now let's talk about the pons system. According to the novelization:

The basics of the Pons were simple. You needed an interface on each end, so neuro signals from the two brains could reach the central bridge. You needed a processor capable of organizing and merging the two sets of signals. You needed an output so the data generated by the Drift could be recorded, monitored, and analyzed. That was it. (Page 96.)

This is pretty consistent with other depictions of the drift, recording device aside. (Again, the 4D quantum recorder never comes up anywhere outside of the novel.)

The development of the pons system as we know it is depicted in Tales From Year Zero, which goes into further detail on what happened after Trespasser's attack on San Francisco. In this comic, a jaeger can be difficult to move if improbably calibrated. Stacker Pentecost testing out a single arm describes the experience as feeling like his hand is stuck in wet concrete; Doctor Caitlin Lightcap explains that it's resistance from the datastream because the interface isn't calibrated to Pentecost's neural profile. (I'm guessing that this is the kind of calibration the film refers to when Tendo Choi calls out Lady Danger's left and right hemispheres being calibrated.)

According to Travis Beacham's blog, solo piloting a jaeger for a short time is possible, though highly risky. While it won't cause lasting damage if the pilot survives the encounter, the neural overload that accumulates the longer a pilot goes on can be deadly. In this post he says:

It won't kill you right away. May take five minutes. May take twenty. No telling. But it gets more difficult the longer you try. And at some point it catches up with you. You won't last a whole fight start-to-finish. Stacker and Raleigh managed to get it done and unplug before hitting that wall.

In this post he says:

It starts off fine, but it's a steep curve from fine to dead. Most people can last five minutes. Far fewer can last thirty. Nobody can last a whole fight.

Next, let's talk about the size and weight of jaegers. Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters lists off the sizes and weights of various jaegers. The heights of the jaegers it lists (which, to be clear, are not all of them) range from 224 feet to 280 feet. Their weights range from 1850 tons to 7890 tons. Worth noting, the heaviest jaegers (Romeo Blue and Horizon Brave) were among the Mark-1s, and it seems that these heavy builds didn't last long given that another Mark-1, Coyote Tango, weighed 2312 tons.

And on the topic of jaeger specs, each jaeger in Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters is listed with a (fictional) power core and operating system. For example, Crimson Typhoon is powered by the Midnight Orb 9 power core, and runs on the Tri-Sun Plasma Gate OS.

Where the novelization's combat asset dossiers covers the same jaegers, this information lines up - with the exception of Lady Danger. PR:MMM says that Lady Danger's OS is Blue Spark 4.1; the novelization's dossier says it's BLPK 4.1.

PR:MMM also seems to have an incomplete list of the jaegers' armaments; for example, it lists the I-22 Plasmacaster under Weaponry, and "jet kick" under Power Moves. Meanwhile, the novelization presents its armaments thus:

I-22 Plasmacaster Twin Fist gripping claws, left arm only Enhanced balance systems and leg-integral Thrust Kickers Enhanced combat-strike armature on all limbs

The novel's dossiers list between 2-4 features in the jaegers' armaments sections.

Now let's move on to jaeger power cores. As many of you probably already know, Mark-1-3 jaegers were outfitted with nuclear power cores. However, this posed a risk of cancer for pilots, especially during the early days. To combat this, pilots were given the (fictional) anti-radiation drug, Metharocin. (We see Stacker Pentecost take Metharocin in the film.)

The Mark-4s and beyond were fitted with alternative fuel sources, although their exact nature isn't always clear. Striker Eureka's XIG supercell chamber implies some sort of giant cell batteries, but it's a little harder to guess what Crimson Typhoon's Midnight Orb 9 might be, aside from round.

Back on the topic of nuclear cores, though, the novelization contains a little paragraph about the inventor of Lady Danger's power core, which I found entertaining:

The old nuclear vortex turbine lifted away from the reactor housing. The reactor itself was a proprietary design, brainchild of an engineer who left Westinghouse when they wouldn’t let him use his lab to explore portable nuclear miniaturization tech. He’d landed with one of the contractors the PPDC brought in at its founding, and his small reactors powered many of the first three generations of Jaegers. (Page 182.)

Like... I have literally just met this character, and I love him. I want him to meet Newt Geiszler, you know? >:3

Apparently, escape pods were a new feature to Mark-3 jaegers. Text in the novelization says, "New to the Mark III is an automated escape-pod system capable of ejecting each Ranger individually." (Page 240.)

Finally, jaegers were always meant to be more than just machines. Their designs and movements were meant to convey personality and character. Pacific Rim: Man, Machines, & Monsters says:

Del Toro insisted the Jaegers be characters in and of themselves, not simply giant versions of their pilots. Del Toro told his designers, "It should be as painful for you to see a Jaeger get injured as it is for you to see the pilot [get hurt.]" (Page 56.)

Their weathered skins are inspired by combat-worn vehicles from the Iraq War and World War II battleships and bombers. They look believable and their design echoes human anatomy, but only to a point. "At the end of the day, what you want is for them to look cool," says Francisco Ruiz Velasco. "It's a summer movie, so you want to see some eye candy." Del Toro replies, "I, however, believe in 'eye protein,' which is high-end design with a high narrative content." (Page 57.)

THE JAEGER FROM DOWN UNDER is the only Mark 5, the most modern and best all-around athlete of the Jaegers. He's also the most brutal of the Jaeger force. Del Toro calls him "sort of brawler, like a bar fighter." (Page 64.)

And that is about all the info I could scrounge up and summarize in a post. I think there's a lot of interesting stuff here - like, I feel that the liquid circuit and muscle tissue stuff gives jaegers an eerily organic quality that could be played for some pretty interesting angles. And I also find it interesting that jaegers were meant to embody their own sort of character and personality, rather than just being simple combat machines or extensions of their pilots - it's a great example of a piece of media choosing thematic correctness over technical correctness, which when you get right down to it, is sort of what Pacific Rim is really all about.

[satanfemme]

ok so puppyboys that are anthro furries or "human" are standard, but we need to also consider puppyboys that are robots. robots that are good puppies. because. imagine for a moment affixing a shock collar to a robot's neck, metal to metal... or maybe even wiring it directly into the robot's circuitry... you get the idea. fuuuck you wouldn't even need to clicker train it, you could just program it to automatically respond to clicks the way you want. not to mention modifying a non-puppy robotic body to be more puppylike in nature... soldering a tail onto them ... you understand. robot fuckers you are my siblings in arms in this battle.

[fuzzkaizer]

Conn - Multi-Vider

"All the way back in 1967, C.G. Conn wanted in on the decidedly nascent effects scene, and they wanted to do so with a bang. The company partnered with Jordan Electronics of Alhambra, CA to release an octave effect for wind instruments. The resulting circuit is a truly interesting piece of gear history. It needs to be said that Conn went into manufacturing, thereby ending its partnership with Jordan (at least according to all the paperwork) and the result was two different MultiViders. The differences on the surface are minute: the first model is grey and looks like a piece of dictation equipment, offering “bright” and “dark” input modes, a top-mounted Sensitivity control, and a plethora of battery gadgets. By contrast, the much cooler-looking model “914” did away with the frequency selector, opting for a switch called Unison and a power supply input.

Both models contain “Soprano,” “Bass” and “Sub Bass” switches, and corresponding volume for each. The 914’s Unison mode is essentially a dry signal control. The “grey box” model is a little more convoluted about it but the job is effectively identical. However, the way these two models go about these identical tasks in different—yet similar—ways.

This original “grey box” model contains a duo of ersatz flip-flop circuits, which the unit relies on for its octave down effects. The circuit utilizes some rather intense gain staging to convert the signal to a crude square wave and then use the flip-flops to divide the frequency in half and then in half again. In the later 914 model, much of this circuit is switched to a CD4013 chip, an all-in-one CMOS device. It’s interesting that the first draft of the MultiVider contains what amounts to a discrete imagining of the CD4013, and what it all adds up to is the first-ever octave effect for an electronic instrument. There’s also a wah inductor on the 914, which is connected to the sub-octave circuit somehow; I dare not remove the board due to extreme rocker switch fragility. I love stuff like this.

For as cool as this whole thing sounds, there are some drawbacks, as one might expect with the first pedal of any type. As previously stated, the MultiVider is a horns-only instrument, as is to be used with Conn’s proprietary woodwind pickup. While the “grey box” model serves up a battery option, the 914 is adapter-only, and it’s a doozy—only a 12-volt eighth-inch style phone plug will do. Thankfully there are workarounds for both; if you can solder, the power situation is a cinch and the microphone issue can be circumnavigated by hitting the MultiVider with a hotter input signal. Even then, a large belt clip on the back of the unit dictates its preferred method of implementation. With all that said, synth players are at an automatic advantage with modernizing the MultiVider.

Of course, the MultiVider was an advanced device for its time, and so it was used by artists that had explored brass instruments to their fullest. In particular, the MultiVider was used by Zappa’s band, the Mothers of Invention. It was also used by Miles Davis on 1970’s The Complete Jack Johnson Sessions. Of course there are others, but with a resume like that, stick to your strengths."

cred: catalinbread.com/blogs/kulas-cabinet/conn-multivider

[foone]

it occurred to me in my last ask that i called it the normal one (the ic). it is inexplicably 8 pins total. it occurred to me on looking at the document for it that it is generally labelled as 14 pin. and theres only 8 there. so does the 14 pin datasheet...apply? (attached pic of board pre solder. my solder job was pretty ok all things considered but i didnt take a pic before putting it back together)

(if youre like busy/dont want to/etc etc etc etc thats ok too!! i am just ah. i havent ever fixed anything at this level? so im not sure where to go from here. i didnt even expect soldering the ic on to work tbhhh)

Sorry, I don't really know how to fix this. My guess (from your previous ask) is that you've got the IC working again, but it's signalling an error. I think the chip mainly does timing and monitoring of the power draw, because it wants to automatically turn off if something is wrong, for safety.

Probably when it got messed up, some other component was damaged too, so it's turning on (otherwise there'd be no blinking!) but then seeing that the power usage is all fucked up, either because the heating element is broken (possibly) or some component it uses to measure that current was also damaged. Without a good comparison of before/after on this one (and mine was different so we can't use it for comparison), I can't really point at anything specifically being broken.

And this isn't the sort of thing I'd want to mess with, without more knowledge. Most of why this has that chip is so it can keep you from burning to death. You absolutely don't want to accidentally it up and leave the device functional but unsafe.

[lemontasiafanfiction]

Iron Will Chapter Twenty-Eight

The Tower was quiet in the early mornings—too quiet, sometimes. The kind of quiet that pressed against Peter’s ears and made his skin itch, like he was waiting for something to snap. But it was also the only time he felt safe moving around without running into Tony, and that was worth the price.

He crept into the lab just after sunrise, shoulders hunched, hoodie sleeves shoved down over his hands. The fluorescent lights overhead flickered as they warmed up, casting a dull blue wash across the polished floor. The air smelled like soldering iron and coffee grounds, sharp and metallic. Familiar.

Bruce was already there, of course. He always was. Hunched over a terminal with his glasses sliding down his nose, mumbling to himself as he scrolled through a molecular simulation on the screen. He looked up briefly as Peter entered, offered a small nod—not surprised, not worried, not pushy—and then turned back to his work.

Peter liked that about him.

He didn’t try to make Peter talk. Didn’t ask if he was okay. He just handed him tasks like Peter was any other lab assistant. Like he wasn’t a ticking time bomb in threadbare sneakers and a stolen hoodie.

Peter slid into his usual spot at the side workbench and dropped his bag on the floor with a soft thud. He pulled on a pair of nitrile gloves, the snap of them oddly satisfying, and got to work reassembling the mess of bio-sensors Bruce had left half-disassembled the night before. His hands moved automatically—delicate, precise, fast. It felt good. Clean. Like he could focus all the tangled, ugly things inside him into something useful.

The pieces clicked into place under his fingers, wires nestling into grooves like they were made for them. He didn’t speak. Didn’t need to. Bruce’s quiet murmurs filled the room like white noise, punctuated by the occasional soft clack of a keyboard or the hiss of a calibration tool.

Peter kept his head down.

He didn’t want Bruce to see the dark circles under his eyes. Or the way his jaw clenched when the shadows crept too close to his peripheral vision. Or the way his hands trembled if he stopped moving for too long.

He hadn’t slept properly in days. Not since the rooftop.

Not since Tony.

He swallowed hard and tightened the microfasteners on the sensor casing, fingers flying faster.

There was a part of him—small, hidden, mean—that wanted to blame Tony. For the suit. For the screaming. For saying those things. For knowing the truth and weaponizing it.

But mostly, Peter blamed himself.

He had eaten the dog. He had hacked the tracker. He had swung through the city like nothing had changed, like he wasn’t a science experiment stitched together with venom and guilt and too many dead things.

He’d broken the rules.

He’d scared everyone.

And now—

Now he didn’t know what he was.

Iron Will - Chapter 28 - Lemontasia - Spider-Man - All Media Types [Archive of Our Own]

[consolefacts]

Downgrading / Reverting

Downgrading is a method that lets you go from one firmware to a lower one.

This is ONLY possible for PS4. PS5 CANT be downgraded.

Downgrading is ONLY possible through soldering. Theres NO method that only requires an USB stick.

Do not mistake the System Restore/Backup feature present in Settings the PS4/5 have for downgrading. A backup does not contain firmwares.

Downgrading works by using the backup chip Sony put in place incase current firmware is corrupt. It allows the direct previous firmware to be installed again.

This is why this method is also limited in that you can't go from 12.52 to 9.00 if you were on 12.50 or others before updating to 12.52.

All PS4's have Automatic Updates on by default in Power Saving Settings which means that 99% off people who play normally and never even touch Settings go from update to update which is why for those people who are now on 12.52 this method be useless until 12.50 gets a jailbreak. This counts for future firmwares the same like 13.50 be useless to downgrade to 13.02 unless that firmware got a confirmed jailbreak.

The video made by the talented Modded Warfare will guide you through the process and what you need to buy to make it work. Do keep in mind that you need to be EXPERIENCED IN SOLDERING to even attempt this otherwise there's a high chance you will break something that bricks your console.

In some countries there's repair shops that are capable of doing this process so go to them if that's an option for you.

Do note that not all PS4's are compatible with the downgrade process.