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Factory Reset - Franco Colapinto x Engineer!Reader

summary: After a major crash, Franco Colapinto is sent to the Williams factory to work alongside the engineers repairing his car. Tensions run high as he’s forced to confront the realities of their work and the sharp wit of performance engineer Y/N. What begins as a clash of worlds becomes an eye-opening experience for both. (6k words)

content: overconfident Franco; smart but salty Y/N; 3rd person POV; written by someone who doesn't know much about engineering lol it's the vibes that count innit

an: Sorry for disappearing cuties! I had some unexpected work obligations but will be uploading all my WIPs today! thanks for sticking around <3

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The tension in the Williams Racing debrief room was almost as palpable as the screeching halt Franco Colapinto’s car had come to in Las Vegas. The crash had been spectacularly disastrous, with debris scattered across the strip like confetti. And now, here he was, summoned not to a glamorous event or strategy meeting but to a mandatory visit to the Williams factory in Grove. Franco couldn’t remember the last time he felt this much dread walking into a building.

James Vowles stood at the head of the room, his usual calm demeanor carrying an edge of authority that demanded attention.

“We’re implementing a new initiative,” James began, his sharp eyes darting between Franco and the engineers gathered. “To strengthen team spirit and accountability. After a crash like the one in Vegas and our previous years with many crashes, it’s crucial to recognize that Formula 1 isn’t just about what happens on track. It’s also about the people who make it all possible behind the scenes.”

Franco leaned back in his chair, crossing his arms. He wasn’t a fan of the lecture tone, but he wasn’t about to interrupt.

“This initiative,” James continued, “involves drivers spending time at the factory. Working alongside the team. Seeing firsthand the hours, the sweat, and the dedication it takes to repair the damages—damages that fall under the cost cap.”

There it was. The thinly veiled jab. Franco sat up straighter, his jaw tightening.

“I’m sure we all agree,” James said with a smile that wasn’t entirely warm, “this will benefit everyone. Franco, you’ll spend the next three days with us here in Grove.”

The engineers in the room exchanged glances. Some smirked, others looked indifferent, but one person in particular didn’t even bother to mask her displeasure. Y/N, one of the team’s senior performance engineers, leaned back in her chair, arms folded, with an expression that screamed, “Of course it’s him.”

Franco noticed her immediately. He’d seen her around the garage before but had never exchanged more than a brief nod. Now, as her steely eyes bore into him, he felt the weight of the animosity she clearly didn’t bother to hide.

“Any questions?” James asked, breaking the silence.

Franco raised a hand half-heartedly. “Yeah. What exactly am I supposed to do for three days?”

James smiled, his tone sharper than the words themselves. “Learn.”

…

The hum of machinery filled the Williams factory, a symphony of clanging metal, whirring drills, and distant chatter. Franco stood awkwardly at the edge of the main floor, dressed in a team-issued polo and jeans, feeling painfully out of place. Engineers bustled past him with purpose, pushing carts laden with parts or gesturing at detailed schematics. Everyone seemed to know where they were going—everyone but him.

Y/N emerged from a row of workstations, a tablet tucked under her arm and a look of mild irritation on her face. Her presence was commanding, despite her relatively small stature among the towering racks and machinery. When she spotted Franco, her expression tightened further, as if this entire ordeal was a personal inconvenience.

“Right,” she said, stopping in front of him. “Let’s get this over with.”

Franco raised an eyebrow. “Wow. You really know how to make a guy feel welcome.”

Y/N didn’t bite. Instead, she thrust the tablet toward him. “Here’s your schedule for the day. You’ll shadow me for the morning. Try to keep up.”

“Keep up?” Franco smirked, taking the tablet. “I’m an F1 driver. I think I can manage.”

She didn’t even look back as she turned on her heel. “We’ll see.”

The morning was a whirlwind of tasks that Franco barely understood. Y/N walked him through the telemetry department, where engineers analyzed data from his car. The lead analyst, a middle-aged man named Paul, greeted Y/N warmly but barely spared Franco a glance.

“So this is the data from Vegas,” Y/N said, pulling up a graph on one of the monitors. “See these spikes here? That’s where you oversteered.”

Franco squinted at the screen, trying to make sense of the jagged lines. “Okay, but in my defense, the rear was completeshit by that point.”

Y/N shot him a sharp look. “In your defense? Do you know how much work it took to rebuild the floor after that?”

Paul cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable with the tension. “It’s not all bad,” he interjected. “We did get some valuable data—”

“Valuable data doesn’t fix a wrecked car,” Y/N cut him off, her eyes still on Franco. “Next time, maybe don’t treat the car like it’s disposable.”

Franco clenched his jaw. He was used to criticism from team principals or the media, but this felt different—more personal. “I don’t crash on purpose, you know,” he muttered.

Y/N turned back to the screen. “Could’ve fooled me.”

The tour continued through the machine shop, where technicians were crafting replacement parts, and the aerodynamics lab, where wind tunnel models were being adjusted. Franco noticed that while most people greeted Y/N with respect, their reactions to him ranged from polite nods to outright indifference.

By the time they reached the assembly area, Franco was bristling with frustration. “Is everyone here always this friendly, or is it just me?”

Y/N glanced at him, her expression unreadable. “They’re busy. Unlike you, they don’t have time to play the victim.”

Franco stopped walking, forcing her to turn around. “What’s your problem with me?”

“My problem?” Y/N folded her arms, her voice low but pointed. “You think this team exists to make you look good on Sundays. But for us, this is our life. Every crash, every mistake, it’s hours of extra work. Late nights. Missed weekends. Let alone you blaming it all on the car every time. So yeah, excuse me if I’m not rolling out the red carpet for you.”

Franco opened his mouth to respond but couldn’t find the words. Instead, he fell silent and followed her as she led him to the next department.

The afternoon brought more hands-on tasks. Y/N handed Franco a wrench and pointed to a disassembled gearbox. “Think you can manage this?”

“Depends,” Franco said, inspecting the gearbox. “What’s the record time for putting one of these together?”

“This isn’t a race,” Y/N snapped, but there was a flicker of amusement in her eyes.

Franco worked diligently, occasionally asking questions that Y/N grudgingly answered. By the end of the day, the gearbox was reassembled, and Franco felt a small sense of accomplishment—though Y/N didn’t offer any praise.

As they packed up, Franco noticed her pause by one of the workbenches, her expression softening as she examined a photo taped to the wall. It showed a younger Y/N during her internship at McLaren, laughing with Daniel Ricciardo and Lando Norris.

“You worked at McLaren?” Franco asked, genuinely curious.

Y/N nodded without looking at him. “Internship during uni. Best year of my life.”

“Let me guess,” Franco said. “You were one of Danny Ric’s ‘shoey’ victims?”

Y/N laughed, a sound that surprised them both. “Only once. But it was worth it.”

For a moment, the tension between them eased. Then Y/N’s phone buzzed, and she glanced at the screen. “Back to reality. See you tomorrow, Colapinto.”

As she walked away, Franco found himself smiling despite himself. 

…

The second day at the Williams factory was already shaping up to be a long one. Franco arrived earlier than expected, determined not to let Y/N accuse him of slacking off. The factory came alive with distant murmur of conversations slowly filling the space. He leaned against the telemetry lab doorframe, holding a cup of coffee that smelled like it had been brewed by an engineer experimenting with car oil, waiting for Y/N to show up.

When she finally appeared, cradling a steaming cup of tea and glancing down at her tablet, Franco couldn’t help himself. “Good morning to you too, sunshine.”

Y/N looked up, unimpressed. “You’re early. Trying to win points or just lost?”

“Maybe I just enjoy our morning chats,” Franco replied, grinning over the rim of his coffee cup. “Your warmth really sets the tone for the day.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but there was a flicker of amusement behind her usual sharpness. “If sarcasm counts as effort, you’re doing great.”

The morning routine started where the conversation with Paul had left off the previous day: telemetry analysis. Franco was seated in the simulator cockpit while Y/N pulled up detailed graphs of his Vegas laps, pointing out each mistake with the precision of a scalpel.

“See this spike here?” she said, her finger hovering over the screen. “That’s where you decided braking wasn’t necessary.”

“I didn’t decide that,” Franco countered, leaning forward to study the data. “The rear was loose, and I had to adjust—”

“You overcompensated,” Y/N interrupted, highlighting another section. “Instead of making a gradual adjustment, you panicked. A car doesn’t respond well to panic.”

Franco frowned, leaning back in the seat. “I didn’t panic.”

Y/N turned to face him, her gaze piercing. “You’re telling me plowing into the barrier was part of the plan?”

For a moment, Franco stared at her, at a complete loss for words. Then he laughed, the tension easing slightly. “You know, you’d make a great drill sergeant.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment,” she said dryly, though the faintest hint of a smirk played on her lips.

By lunchtime, Franco had decided to stop avoiding the canteen drama and instead followed Y/N to her usual table. She sat with a group of engineers, all engaged in animated conversation about the latest updates to the floor design. Franco tried to follow along, but the technical jargon quickly became overwhelming.

“You look lost,” Y/N said, leaning toward him. Her voice was low enough that only he could hear. “Too many big words?”

Franco smirked, stealing a chip from her tray. “Just biding my time. Waiting for you to talk about something interesting.”

Y/N raised an eyebrow but didn’t stop him from taking another chip. “Bold move.”

“I can be bold,” he said, popping the chip into his mouth.

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the corner of her mouth twitched upward, betraying her amusement.

…

At four o’clock sharp Y/N stood by the sideline of the nearby paddle court, tapping her racket against her leg and scanning the group of engineers gathering for the weekly game. It was her favorite way to let off steam after a long week - competitive enough to keep her engaged but lighthearted enough to remind her that work wasn’t everything.

“Where’s Ethan?” someone asked, voicing the question on her mind.

Y/N’s usual partner was nowhere to be seen. A quick check of her phone confirmed it: Ethan had bailed last-minute with a text about a migraine and a sincere promise to make it up to her next week.

“Great,” Y/N muttered under her breath. Without a partner, she’d be sitting this one out.

“Problem?” Franco’s voice cut through the crowd, his grin as smug as ever as he leaned against the court’s railing.

Y/N turned to him, crossing her arms. “Ethan flaked. No partner, no game.”

“Shame,” Franco said, though he didn’t sound particularly sorry. “Guess you’ll just have to cheer from the sidelines.”

Y/N glared at him, but before she could retort, he held up his hands in mock surrender.

“Or,” he continued, “I could step in. You know, save the day.”

She snorted, looking him up and down. “You? Save my day?”

“Hey,” Franco said, grabbing a spare paddle from the bench. “I’m more coordinated than I look.”

“That’s a low bar,” Y/N shot back, but her lips twitched as if suppressing a smile.

“You need a partner,” Franco said, spinning the paddle in his hand. “I’m offering. Unless you’re too scared I’ll outplay you.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, but the thought of sitting out was more annoying than the idea of teaming up with him. “Fine,” she said, pointing at him with her paddle. “But if you screw this up, I’m never letting you live it down.”

The first few minutes were rocky. Franco’s confidence far outstripped his paddle skills, and Y/N found herself darting across the court to cover his missed volleys.

“Are you actually trying?” she called after him when he completely whiffed a return.

“Relax,” Franco said, jogging back to his position. “I’m just warming up.”

“You better warm up fast, I have a competition ranking to keep up,” she snapped, returning a wicked shot from their opponents.

But to her surprise, Franco adjusted quickly. His natural athleticism took over, and soon he was diving for impossible shots and landing them with a flourish that almost made Y/N forget his rough start.

“Not bad,” she admitted after he scored their first point with a sharp return.

“Not bad?” Franco said, feigning offense. “That was textbook genius.”

“Let’s not get carried away,” Y/N said, though she couldn’t help the grin that tugged at her lips.

As the match progressed, Y/N found herself enjoying their unlikely partnership. Franco’s energy was infectious, and his relentless determination to win made her laugh more than once.

“Nice shot!” he shouted after one of her perfectly placed lobs.

“Thanks,” she replied, her voice tinged with mock sweetness. “Try not to ruin it.”

“I’m carrying this team,” Franco said, panting as he prepared for the next serve.

“Only thing you’re carrying is that big head of yours,” Y/N muttered, but the teasing tone softened her words.

At some point, a stray ball sailed out of the court, bouncing into the parking lot. Franco volunteered to fetch it, jogging off while Y/N leaned against the net to catch her breath.

James Vowles strolled over from the sidelines, hands in his pockets and a wide smile on his face.

“Not bad out there,” James said, nodding toward the court. “You’ve got Franco moving, at least.”

Y/N laughed, brushing a stray hair from her face. “He’s not as useless as I thought. Still reckless, though.”

James chuckled, his eyes twinkling. “You know, it’s good to see him having fun. It’s been a rough season—rookie pressure and all that. Moments like this are rare for him.”

Y/N glanced toward Franco, who was bent over retrieving the ball. His usual bravado seemed lighter today, less forced. She’d never thought about how intense the pressure must be for him.

“He hides it well,” Y/N said softly.

James nodded, still smiling. “He does. Sometimes I forget how young he still is.”

When Franco jogged back onto the court, tossing the ball into the air with a cocky grin, Y/N felt a twinge of sympathy she hadn’t expected.

“Ready?” Franco called, positioning himself for the next serve.

“Let’s see what you’ve got,” Y/N replied, her voice softer than before.

Franco’s serve caught her off guard. It was precise and powerful, skimming the net and clipping the edge of the line.

“Nice serve,” Y/N said, the words escaping before she could think better of them.

Franco froze mid-smile. “Did you just compliment me?”

“Don’t get used to it,” she said quickly, but there was a faint blush on her cheeks.

The rest of the match passed in a blur of fast volleys and laughter. Y/N found herself encouraging Franco more often, and he responded by playing even better, his confidence growing with every point.

By the time they won—21 to 17—they were both breathless and grinning.

“Good game,” Franco said, holding out his hand.

Y/N shook it, her grip firm. “Not terrible.”

“Coming from you, I’ll take that as glowing praise,” Franco said, his grin widening.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” she said, though her tone was more teasing than cutting.

As the match wrapped up and the court cleared, Y/N crouched down to zip her bag, her mind still buzzing with the game’s energy. She couldn’t help but replay the last few points in her head—the unexpected precision of Franco’s serve, the way he’d thrown himself into every volley, and, perhaps most surprising, how well they’d worked together. It wasn’t something she’d anticipated when she grudgingly let him join her earlier.

Franco, standing a few feet away, adjusted the strap of his bag and hesitated. He glanced at Y/N, his usual cocky grin nowhere in sight. Instead, his expression was softer, more sincere, as though he was wrestling with what to say.

“Thanks for letting me play,” he said finally, his voice quieter than usual. It wasn’t just a throwaway comment—it carried a weight Y/N hadn’t expected.

She paused, straightening up and meeting his gaze. For a moment, she wasn’t sure how to respond. Franco wasn’t looking at her with his usual smirk or playful glint. There was something vulnerable in his eyes, something she hadn’t seen before. Gratitude, maybe, or relief.

I should be thanking you,” she said simply, her tone gentler than usual.

Franco blinked, as though her words had surprised him, and for the first time since he’d arrived at the factory, he looked almost shy. He nodded, slinging his bag over his shoulder and stepping closer.

“Seriously,” he added, his voice a little firmer now. “I needed that. It’s been… a lot lately. You didn’t have to let me join, but you did. So, thanks.”

Y/N studied him, her sharp instincts catching the subtle way his shoulders relaxed, the way he shifted his weight like he wasn’t used to opening up. This wasn’t the brash rookie who crashed cars and cracked jokes at every opportunity. This was someone who carried more than he let on—someone who, despite his flaws, was trying.

Her reply came almost automatically, her voice softer than she expected. “Well, don’t let it go to your head.”

But there was no edge to her words this time, no undercurrent of sarcasm. It was the kind of teasing that felt less like a wall and more like an olive branch.

For the first time, she didn’t see him as just the reckless rookie who kept wrecking her hard work. He was something more—someone navigating a high-pressure world, someone trying to find his place just like everyone else. And, Y/N realized, he wasn’t half-bad at it when he let himself breathe.

Franco smiled—an easy, genuine smile that lit up his face in a way that was, dare she admit it, a little endearing. “Careful,” he said, his tone regaining its usual playfulness. “Keep this up, and I might start thinking you like me.”

“Let’s not get carried away,” she shot back, though her lips twitched into a faint smile of their own.

As they walked out of the court together, their banter trailing into the evening air, Y/N couldn’t help but feel like something had shifted. Maybe, just maybe, Franco Colapinto wasn’t as bad as she’d thought.

…

The hum of the factory felt louder than usual the next morning, or maybe it was just the lingering buzz from the paddle game. Y/N sat at her workstation, staring at the detailed telemetry graphs on her screen but not entirely focused on them. She couldn’t stop thinking about Franco—not in the way she was used to, with irritation bubbling under the surface, but something else. Something softer.

“Morning,” a familiar voice called, jolting her out of her thoughts.

Franco leaned against the edge of her desk, his trademark grin firmly in place. He was holding a cup of coffee—factory brew, by the looks of it—and looked annoyingly chipper for someone who had spent the previous day sprinting across a court.

“Don’t you have someone else to bother?” Y/N asked, raising an eyebrow but unable to keep the amusement out of her tone.

“Probably,” Franco replied, setting the coffee down on her desk. “But I figured I’d start with you.”

Y/N eyed the cup suspiciously. “What’s this?”

“Peace offering,” he said, sliding his hands into his pockets. “Figured I owed you for carrying me in paddle yesterday.”

Y/N snorted, picking up the cup. “You’re lucky I like caffeine.” She took a cautious sip, then looked up at him. “Still terrible coffee, though.”

“Hey, I tried,” Franco said, raising his hands in mock surrender.

The morning flew by in a blur of meetings and simulations. Franco had started shadowing her more closely, asking questions that, to her surprise, weren’t entirely stupid.

“So, this graph,” Franco said, leaning over her shoulder as she pulled up data from one of the wind tunnel tests. “What does this spike mean?”

“It means the airflow over the rear wing is separating,” Y/N explained, highlighting the section with my cursor. “See this spike? That’s where the turbulence is disrupting the downforce. Less downforce means less grip, especially through the high-speed corners.”

Franco leaned in, squinting at the data. “So that’s why we were losing time through Sector 2 at Interlagos—the Esses and that long left-hander?”

Y/N glanced at him, impressed despite herself. “Exactly. Nice to see you’ve been paying attention for once.”

“Don’t get used to it,” Franco said, grinning.

Their banter flowed more easily now, the sharp edges of their earlier exchanges softened into something almost friendly. Almost.

During their mid-morning coffee break, Y/N found herself sitting with Franco at one of the smaller tables near the canteen window. She usually avoided these moments, preferring to spend her breaks with other engineers or, more often, alone. But today, she didn’t mind the company.

“So,” Franco said, leaning back in his chair. “How’d you end up here, anyway?”

Y/N raised an eyebrow. “Here, as in Williams? Or here, as in motorsport?”

“Motorsport,” Franco clarified, taking a sip of his coffee. “You don’t exactly seem like the type to spend your weekends watching races.”

Y/N chuckled. “You’d be right about that. My dad was obsessed with cars, though. Used to take me to karting tracks when I was a kid. At first, I hated it—too loud, too smelly. But then I started paying attention to the mechanics, how everything fit together. It just… made sense.”

Franco tilted his head, his expression thoughtful. “And that led you here?”

“Eventually,” Y/N said, shrugging. “I studied engineering, did an internship with McLaren during uni. That’s when I realized this wasn’t just some childhood fascination. It was what I wanted to do.”

Franco nodded, his voice quieter now. “Well, you’re really good at it. I hope you know that.”

Y/N blinked, caught off guard by the sincerity. “Thanks, Franco,” she said softly, a small smile tugging at her lips.

The afternoon was hectic. With the car rebuild still behind schedule, the factory floor buzzed with a sense of urgency. Y/N was stationed at one of the workbenches, assembling a new rear suspension with a few other engineers, when Franco wandered over.

“Need a hand?” he asked, pulling up a stool beside her.

“Can you tell the difference between a torque wrench and a spanner?” Y/N asked without looking up.

“Not yet,” Franco admitted, resting his chin on his hand. “But I’m a fast learner.”

Y/N sighed but handed him a tool anyway. “Fine. Hold this. And don’t drop it.”

“Yes, ma’am,” Franco said, mimicking a salute.

Despite her initial reservations, Y/N found herself enjoying his presence. He asked questions, paid attention to her answers, and even managed to make her laugh a few times. By the end of the day, she was surprised at how much they’d gotten done—and how much lighter the workload had felt with him around.

As the factory began to wind down for the evening, Y/N was packing up her tools when Franco appeared beside her, hands in his pockets and a lopsided smile on his face.

“Busy tomorrow?” he asked.

“Probably,” Y/N replied, zipping up her bag. “Why?”

“Just wondering,” Franco said, his tone casual. “Figured I should plan my day around annoying you as much as possible.”

Y/N rolled her eyes but couldn’t help the smile that crept onto her face. “Good luck with that.”

As they walked out of the factory together, the air between them felt lighter, less charged with the tension that had defined their earlier interactions. For the first time, Y/N found herself looking forward to the next day—not just for the work, but for the company.

…

The pub was crowded, buzzing with the energy of Williams team members finally letting loose after a grueling week. Laughter echoed off the wooden beams, glasses clinked, and the occasional burst of cheering from the engineers at the dartboard carried through the room. Franco sat at a high table with James Vowles and a handful of other engineers, a pint of beer in front of him, untouched.

“So there I was,” one of the engineers was saying, his hands gesturing wildly, “under the car, trying to weld the damn thing back together while the rear wing’s hanging on by duct tape—”

James chuckled, leaning back in his chair. “Sounds like just another Tuesday.”

Franco forced a smile, but his mind was elsewhere. He could still hear the faint hum of the factory in his head, see the way Y/N’s brow furrowed as she focused on her work. He had no doubt she was still there, surrounded by telemetry data and spreadsheets, hunched over some impossible task to get the car ready for Qatar.

“Franco!” James called, snapping him out of his thoughts. “You’re quiet tonight. That’s not like you.”

Franco shrugged, lifting his pint and taking a sip just to appease him. “Just tired.”

James tilted his head, studying him with a faint smile. “You’ve been spending too much time in the factory. It’ll do that to you.”

“It’s not so bad,” Franco said, setting his glass down. “The coffee is shit though.”

James’s smile grew, but he didn’t press further. Another round of laughter from the group filled the silence, but Franco found himself restless. He glanced at the time on his phone and then at the door.

“Back in a bit,” he said abruptly, grabbing his jacket.

“Running off already?” James teased, but Franco didn’t answer. He was already weaving his way through the crowd, his mind made up.

The factory was eerily quiet when Franco returned, the once-bustling floor now deserted save for the faint hum of machinery. The lights were dimmed, casting long shadows across the empty workstations. He made his way to the telemetry department, navigating the maze of desks and monitors like he belonged there - which, after the past few days, he almost did.

He found her exactly where he expected: sitting at her workstation, her face illuminated by the glow of her screen. Her hair was slightly mussed, one hand absently running through it as she scrolled through what looked like another mountain of data. There was an empty coffee cup on her desk, and a faint crease on her forehead betrayed her exhaustion.

Franco paused, watching her for a moment. She looked so focused, so determined, and it struck him how much effort she poured into her work. Not just effort – her whole heart.

He cleared his throat softly, not wanting to startle her too much. She glanced up, her eyes widening in surprise when she saw him standing there.

“Franco?” she said, setting her stylus down. “What are you doing here? I thought you were at the pub.”

“I was,” he admitted, holding up two brown takeout bags. “But it was boring without someone yelling at me every five minutes.”

Y/N blinked, clearly caught off guard. “And you brought… food?”

“Figured you’d still be here,” he said, stepping closer and setting the bags down on the edge of her desk. “You’ve probably been here all night, haven’t you?”

“I’ve got work to do,” she replied, as though that explained everything.

“Yeah, and you’ve also got to eat,” Franco said, pulling up a chair and sitting down beside her. “So I’m here to make sure you don’t keel over from starvation. You’re welcome, by the way.”

She stared at him for a moment, her expression unreadable. Then, to his surprise, she let out a soft laugh, shaking her head. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Ridiculously thoughtful,” Franco corrected, grinning.

They unpacked the food, and Y/N couldn’t help but appreciate the gesture despite herself. The noodles were still warm, the comforting aroma filling the small space around them. She took a bite, her stomach growling in approval.

“This is surprisingly good,” she admitted, glancing at him.

“You’re welcome,” Franco said, digging into his own container.

For a while, they ate in comfortable silence, the tension between them replaced by an unexpected ease. Franco leaned back in his chair, watching her with a curious expression.

“You really don’t stop, do you?” he asked, nodding toward her screen.

Y/N shrugged, setting her chopsticks down for a moment. “Deadlines don’t stop. Someone has to keep the car running.”

He tilted his head, studying her. “Why do you do it?”

The question caught her off guard. She hesitated, then sighed. “Because it matters. It’s not just about the car—it’s about the people. Everyone here gives their all to make sure we succeed, and I don’t want to let them down.”

Franco nodded slowly, his gaze steady. “You’re really one of a kind, you know.”

Y/N blinked, startled by the sincerity in his voice. “Thanks,” she said softly.

“Seriously,” he added, his voice quieter now. “It’s incredible what you do here.”

She smiled, a faint blush creeping into her cheeks. “It’s not glamorous, but it’s worth it.”

As the meal wound down, Y/N turned back to her screen, scrolling through the data she’d been working on before Franco arrived. Her fingers danced across the keyboard, but her mind wasn’t entirely on the numbers. She could feel him beside her, his presence surprisingly steady and not as intrusive as she would’ve thought a few days ago.

Franco, meanwhile, hadn’t moved. Instead, he pulled his chair closer, resting his elbows on the edge of the desk as he watched her work. The soft glow of the monitor lit her face, highlighting the faint creases on her forehead and the small, almost invisible smudge of grease on her temple.

“You really don’t stop,” he said, breaking the silence.

“Not when there’s this much to do,” she replied without looking at him.

“Still,” he said, his tone quieter now. “You’re doing all of this, late into the night, and you’re not even asking for help.”

Y/N glanced at him, her brows furrowing. “Because there’s no point. If I want it done right, I might as well do it myself.”

Franco tilted his head, his gaze unwavering. “That’s not true. You just don’t let people try.”

Her hands stilled over the keyboard, his words striking deeper than she expected. She turned to him fully, her lips parting as if to argue, but the look in his eyes stopped her. There was no teasing, no arrogance - just genuine concern.

“You don’t have to carry all of it alone,” he said softly.

Her breath hitched, the words lodging themselves in her chest. For a moment, all she could do was stare at him, her mind racing. He was so close now, close enough that she could see the faint stubble on his jaw, the tiredness in his green eyes, and the way his shoulders seemed more relaxed than usual.

“Do you need help?” he asked suddenly, his voice breaking the silence.

She blinked, his question pulling her back into the moment. “You? Help with this?”

“I’m serious,” Franco said, his grin reappearing, though it was softer now. “I’m good at following orders. Well, sometimes.”

She smiled faintly, shaking her head. “I appreciate ­­­­it but highly doubt you’d be any use here.”

“Try me,” he said, leaning forward slightly, his tone playful but laced with something deeper.

Y/N opened her mouth to reply, but before she could, his hand moved toward her. He reached out tentatively, his fingers brushing against her temple as he gently tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear. The touch was light, barely there, but it sent a jolt through her all the same.

Her breath caught, and for a moment, time seemed to slow. His hand lingered near her face, his eyes locked on hers with an intensity that made her pulse quicken. The usual sharp retorts and witty comebacks she relied on were suddenly out of reach, replaced by a charged silence that felt heavier with each passing second.

“Franco…” she began, her voice barely above a whisper.

“Just tell me what you need,” he murmured, his tone steady but impossibly soft.

Her heart pounded, her chest tight with a mix of emotions she couldn’t quite name. The walls she’d kept firmly in place all week seemed to crack, piece by piece, under the weight of his gaze.

And then, before she could second-guess herself, she leaned in.

The kiss was slow at first, almost hesitant, her lips brushing against his in a way that felt more like a question than a statement. But the moment his hand came up to cup her jaw, his fingers warm against her skin, the hesitation melted away. She tilted her head, her hands instinctively gripping the front of his jacket to pull him closer.

Franco responded in kind, his lips moving against hers with a surprising gentleness that caught her off guard. There was no urgency, no rush - just a quiet intensity that left her breathless. The air between them crackled with the kind of tension that had been building for days, unspoken and simmering just beneath the surface.

When they finally pulled apart, Y/N’s eyes fluttered open, her breath coming in uneven bursts. Franco was staring at her, his expression a mix of awe and disbelief, as if he couldn’t quite process what had just happened.

“Well,” he said after a moment, his voice huskier than usual. “If I knew takeout was all it took—”

“Don’t,” she interrupted, her voice firm but laced with amusement.

A grin spread across his face, the kind that made his green eyes crinkle at the corners. “Noted.”

Y/N shook her head, but there was no hiding the smile tugging at her lips. She turned back to her screen, though the work in front of her suddenly felt far less urgent. The weight of the week wasn’t gone, but it had shifted, lightened in a way she hadn’t thought possible just hours ago.

Beside her, Franco leaned back in his chair, his presence steady and unassuming. For the first time, Y/N didn’t mind him being there—not in the slightest.

…

The Williams garage in Qatar buzzed with the familiar energy of a race weekend. Mechanics hurried from here to there, engineers huddled around monitors, and the drivers moved through their routines with laser focus. But amidst the usual chaos, Y/N felt strangely at ease - a rare calm she hadn’t experienced in years of working in motorsport.

She stood near the garage entrance, tablet in hand, scrolling through last-minute setup notes for the car. It was a crisp, clear evening, and the desert air carried a cool breeze that contrasted with the heat of the track.

“Looking for me?”

Y/N didn’t even have to turn around. Franco’s voice, smug but undeniably warm, was unmistakable.

“You wish,” she replied without missing a beat, a faint smile tugging at her lips.

Franco stepped into her peripheral vision, his race suit unzipped and hanging around his waist. His green eyes sparkled under the fluorescent paddock lights. “Well, if you weren’t, I’m a little disappointed.”

She finally looked up, tilting her head. “Shouldn’t you be focusing on the race? You know, doing the thing we all worked so hard to make possible?”

“I am focused,” he said, leaning casually against the wall. “Just… multitasking. Driver prep and talking with my favorite engineer - it’s all about balance.”

Y/N rolled her eyes, though her smile didn’t fade. “If you’re trying to charm me, it’s not working.”

“Who says I’m trying?” Franco countered, his grin widening.

Y/N shook her head, turning back to her tablet. “You’re insufferable.”

“Yeah,” Franco said, his voice softer now, “but you kind of like that about me.”

Y/N snorted softly, pretending to focus on the setup notes. “Delusional as ever.”

Franco leaned in closer, his voice dropping slightly. “Call it what you want, but I think I’m growing on you.”

She tilted her head, arching a brow. “More like you’re wearing me down.”

“Same thing,” he said with a grin, stepping back slightly but not leaving.

“You ready for this?” she asked, breaking the silence.

Franco shrugged, his grin softening into something more earnest. “As ready as I’ll ever be.”

She studied him for a beat, noting the slight tension in his posture and the way his fingers tapped lightly against his thigh. Beneath the bravado, there was a trace of nerves—small, but there.

“Hey,” she said, lowering her tablet and meeting his gaze. “You’ll be fine. You’ve got this.”

Franco’s eyes softened, and for a moment, his usual smirk faded. “Coming from you, that actually means a lot.”

“Good,” Y/N said simply, her lips curving into a small smile.

The sound of an engine roaring to life in the garage snapped them both back to reality. Franco straightened, tugging at the collar of his race suit and exhaling deeply.

“Guess that’s my cue,” he said, his voice softer this time, though there was still a faint smile playing on his lips.

Y/N didn’t look up from her tablet, her fingers flying over the screen as she reviewed another set of setup notes. “Good. Try to avoid the barriers, would you?”

Franco chuckled quietly, stepping closer until he was just beside her. “You always know how to motivate me, don’t you?”

She finally glanced up, tilting her head. “Do you really need a speech? The car’s ready, the data’s solid, and you’re…” She paused, a faint smile tugging at her lips. “You’re as ready as you’ll ever be.”

“That almost sounded supportive,” Franco said, his grin warming.

“Don’t let it go to your head,” Y/N replied, shaking her head lightly before looking back at her screen.

Franco lingered, his hands resting lightly on the edge of her desk. “You know, you could just wish me good luck. It’d be nice to hear.”

Y/N sighed theatrically but set her tablet down, looking up at him again. “Fine. Good luck, Franco. Now go make it count.”

His smile softened, and for a moment, he seemed to hesitate. Then, with a quick glance toward the bustling garage behind them, he leaned down and kissed her—a quick, warm kiss that caught her completely off guard.

From across the garage, a few engineers burst into laughter and cheers. “Woo, Colapinto!” someone shouted, and another voice chimed in, “About time!”

Y/N’s face flushed instantly as she pulled back, her eyes wide. “Franco—”

“Hey, they said it, not me,” Franco said with a small laugh, holding his hands up as if to plead innocence. But his voice had softened even more now, his gaze lingering on her with something closer to gratitude. “You look cute with those red cheeks.”

She blinked, her blush deepening, but she managed to recover quickly enough. “You’re lucky I have work to do, or I’d make you regret that.”

“You’ll miss me out there,” he teased gently, stepping back toward the car. He turned just before climbing in, his grin more genuine now. “I’ll make sure your hard work shines.”

Y/N shook her head, picking up her tablet again to distract herself from the lingering warmth on her cheeks. As the car rolled out of the garage, she caught herself smiling - just for a moment - before diving back into her work.

“Unbelievable,” she muttered under her breath, though there was no mistaking the fondness in her tone.

[jingyi-ma-boi]

Rule Nº1: Perform no unauthorised experiments

Alright, this is it.

Viktor steels himself with a deep breath, eyes closed for an instant, left hand moving before he second guesses himself as he uses his right hand to keep his leg in place. The metal of the injector has warmed with his own body heat, clammy with the nervous sweat from his hand. He doesn’t dwell on it, pulling the trigger and sinking the needle in a swift movement.

The high and the pain are instantaneous. All the muscles on his body becoming taught as if pulled by invisible strings, fire coursing through his veins, making his skin itch and prickle as if he was wearing the kind of wool that always made him want to tear his skin off. He wants to tear his skin off now too.

He’s curling in on himself, panting in an attempt to regain his breath— or at least, as much of it as he can, anyways. He doesn’t want to even think of how actual shimmer must feel like if this is the rush he gets from his own version of the medicinal kind.

Still out of breath, though not as much, Viktor can only lay his head down on his workstation. After the initial overwhelming sensation of the cold steel on his bare skin there’s sweet relief. He feels hot, underdressed down to his undergarments as he is. A couple of minutes come to pass, his breath evens out and he realizes that he needs to take note of everything.

Slight perceived increase in body temp. Mild exhaustion from the shock, rapidly decreasing.

It is with wide eyes and a sharp inhale that he notices the first, immediate effect.

Possible increased pulmonary capacity?

Viktor takes a deep breath. A really deep one and holds it in, before letting it out slowly. Nothing happens. Nothing happens.

Sweet Janna, breathing like that should immediately throw him into a coughing fit from the bronchitis he’s been battling these weeks. He hasn’t been able to breathe like this for years. He lets out a short, disbelieving laugh, looking around him into the lab. Just as deserted as it has been for the past six hours. Because it’s fucking two in the morning.

Frantic from the manic energy of what looks like his first breakthrough in months, and a rising hope that he tries and fails to tamp down for precaution’s sake, he takes two fingers to the pulse point under his jaw and begins counting under his breath. He reaches sixty without a hitch or skipped beat. He turns to look at the clock, waits for the second hand to reach the twelve and counts again.

Steady heart rate, 92bpm after 5” recovery period. Over 5% decrease from previous recordings of resting bpm. No apparent signs of previous arrythmias. Pending of further readings.

A few more seconds pass in the stillness of the night, waiting for the other shoe to drop. Nothing happens. There’s only the sound of Viktor’s even breath, a soft cadence accompanied by the soothing moderato tempo of his heartbeat in his chest. Hope continues to bloom next to organs that seem to work properly for the first time in years as his lips stretch in a relieved grin.

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Pairing: Jayce/Viktor

Rating: E

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[kremlin]

could you explain for the "it makes the game go faster" idiots like myself what a GPU actually is? what's up with those multi thousand dollar "workstation" ones?

ya, ya. i will try and keep this one as approachable as possible

starting from raw reality. so, you have probably dealt with a graphics card before, right, stick in it, connects to motherboard, ass end sticks out of case & has display connectors, your vga/hdmi/displayport/whatever. clearly, it is providing pixel information to your monitor. before trying to figure out what's going on there, let's see what that entails. these are not really simple devices, the best way i can think to explain them would start with "why can't this be handled by a normal cpu"

a bog standard 1080p monitor has a resolution of 1920x1080 pixels, each comprised of 3 bytes (for red, blue, & green), which are updated 60 times a second:

~3 gigs a second is sort of a lot. on the higher end, with a 4k monitor updating 144 times a second:

17 gigs a second is definitely a lot. so this would be a good "first clue" there is some specialized hardware handling that throughput unrelated the cpu. the gpu. this would make sense, since your cpu is wholly unfit for dealing with this. if you've ever tried to play some computer game, with fancy 3D graphics, without any kind of video acceleration (e.g. without any kind of gpu [1]) you'd quickly see this, it'd run pretty slowly and bog down the rest of your system, the same way having a constantly-running program that is copying around 3-17GB/s in ram

it's worth remembering that displays operate isochronously -- they need to be fed pixel data at specific, very tight time timings. your monitor does not buffer pixel information, whatever goes down the wire is displayed immediately. not only do you have to transmit pixel data in realtime, you have to also send accompanying control data (e.g. data that bookends the pixel data, that says "oh this is the end of the frame", "this is the begining of the frame, etc", "i'm changing resolutions", etc) within very narrow timing tolerances otherwise the display won't work at all

3-17GB/s may not be a lot in the context of something like a bulk transfer, but it is a lot in an isochronous context, from the perspective of the cpu -- these transfers can't occur opportunistically when a core is idle, they have to occur now, and any core that is assigned to transmit pixel data has stop and drop whatever its doing immediately, switch contexts, and do the transfer. this sort of constant pre-empting would really hamstring the performance of everything else running, like your userspace programs, the kernel, etc.

so for a long list of reasons, there has to be some kind of special hardware doing this job. gpu.

instead of calculating every pixel value manually, the cpu just needs to give a high-level geometric overview of what it wants rendered, and does this with vertices. a vertex is very simple, it's just a point in 3D space, for example (5,2,3). just like a coordinate grid on paper with an extra dimension. with just a few vertices, you can have models like this:

where each dot at the intersection of lines in the above image, would be a vertex. gpus essentially handle huge number of vertices.

in the context of, like, a 3D video game, you have to render these vertex-based models conditionally. you're viewing it at some distance, at some angle, and the model is lit from some light source, and has perhaps some shadows cast across it, etc -- all of this requires a huge amount of vertex math that has to be calculated within the same timeframes as i described before -- and that is what a gpu is doing, taking a vertex-defined 3D environment, and running this large amount of computation in parallel. unlike your cpu which may only have, idk, 4-32 execution cores, your gpu has thousands -- they're nowhere near as featureful as your cpu cores, they can only do very specific simple math with vertices, but there's a ton of them, and they run alongside each other.

so that is what a gpu "does", in as few words as i can write

the things in the post you're referring to (V100/A100/H100 tensor "gpus") are called gpus because they are also periperal hardware that does a specific kind of math, massively, in parallel, they are just designed and fabricated by the same companies that make gpus so they're called gpus (annoyingly). they don't have any video output, and would probably be pretty bad at doing that kind of work. regular gpus excel at calculating vertices, tensor gpus operate on tensors, which are like matrixes, but with arbitrary numbers of dimensions. try not to think about it visually. they also use a weirder float. they're used for things like "artificial intelligence", training LLMs and whatever, but also for real things, like scientific weather/economy/particle models or simulations

they're very expensive because they cost the same, if not more, than what it cost to design & fabricate regular video gpus, but with a trillionth of the customer base. for every ten million rat gamers that will buy a gpu there is going to be one business buying one A100 or whatever.

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The Sims 4: Official Laundry List (January 7th, 2025)

EA has started 2025 for The Sims 4 with a new Laundry List, with bugs that will be corrected on an upcoming patch.

The Sims Direct Communications account on Twitter/X has confirmed the update is coming next week. You can read the whole blog post below.

Sul Sul Simmers!

Welcome to The Sims 4 Laundry List, where we share the top community concerns we’re currently investigating and aim to resolve in an upcoming patch later this month.

In our continued commitment to resolving technical challenges, our team uses this list to highlight community-focused fixes that will be included in the update. This list marks our fifth release in this series, which aims to continue to improve the gameplay experience for our players by addressing issues most frequently reported by the community through AnswersHQ.

While some issues may not be listed, they may still be in the process of being addressed. Some topics can require an extended investigation on our end, so even though these fixes may be in active review, it’s not a guarantee that we’ll have an immediate fix for it in the upcoming patch.  As with each new patch, please remember to remove any external game mods and custom content if you are experiencing issues as the first step in troubleshooting, as they may conflict with the updates. Thank you for your reports and happy Simming!

Here’s the list of community concerns we’re investigating for the upcoming game update:

Base Game:

[AHQ] Fixed cases of really high Bills where Lot Taxes would not only count the property value, but also add value from anything in inventories.

[AHQ] Inspired Sim will no longer mix drinks excessively.

[AHQ] ‘Try for baby’ in the shower will now fill the Hygiene motive.

[AHQ] Outgoing and Socially Awkward traits cannot be selected together. If one is selected, the other will appear greyed out and cannot be chosen.

[AHQ] Female frame facial hair on Male Sims will no longer disappear.

[AHQ] Shoes are now replaced with barefoot when a Styled Look with barefoot is applied.

[AHQ] Neon signs no longer break due to rain.

[AHQ] Water puddle VFX animation will no longer appear on the ground floor when a Sim is swimming on the second floor.

[AHQ] Sim no longer has the option to give the toddler fertilizer as food from inventory.

Affecting Multiple Packs

[AHQ] Thumbnails of Guidry and Temperance are visible in the relationship panel, Sims profile, and Manage Household panel.

[AHQ] Knitting now counts towards Arts & Crafts for Scouting.

[AHQ] Sims’ weight and muscle levels are now properly affected by Bike Riding, Horse Riding, Rock Climbing, and ‘Jog Here’ activities.

[AHQ] Sim can now set the waffle/pizza oven/stand mixer for sale in a retail store.

Cats & Dogs

[AHQ] Cats and dogs with the fire obsession perk are far less obsessed with the fireplace.

[AHQ] Sims no longer gain fitness skill when cleaning the litter box.

City Living

[AHQ] ‘Play with emotion’ interaction is now greyed out when the piano keyboard breaks.

Cottage Living

[AHQ] Sims can now use Hot Pot with the Simple Living Lot Challenge.

Crystal Creations

[AHQ] Last Exception error will no longer trigger when a ring is placed on the Mystical Moonlight Crystal Grid and the household is reloaded.

[AHQ] Option to order Crystals is now available on the computer.

Discover University

[AHQ] Sim with the Gym Rat trait will no longer lose hygiene while juggling a soccer ball.

[AHQ] Frequency of getting electrocuted from Robotic Workstation has been considerably reduced.

Eco Lifestyle

[AHQ] Roaches are removed from the dumpster after a Sim successfully performs the ‘Try to clear roaches’ action.

For Rent

[AHQ] A serving of Vegetable Chili from the Pressure Cooker will no longer turn into 8 servings.

Get Together

Clubs are now under the default section under the social groups interface.

Growing Together

[AHQ] Fixed an issue where some Life Milestones wouldn’t be achieved when the Sim is off-lot, including Milestones for a toddler Sim’s movement skill.

High School Years

[AHQ] When Sims switch from an outfit created in Thriftea to a regular outfit, they no longer revert back to the Thriftea outfit when showering/bathing.

[AHQ] Notification badges are no longer displayed when the phone is in silent mode and Social Bunny has notifications turned off.

Horse Ranch

[AHQ] ‘Drink an Aged Nectar’ Want now fulfills when Sim drinks an Aged Nectar bottle.

My First Pets Stuff

[AHQ] In new saves, Sim will no longer receive the ‘Baby whisked away’ moodlet and The Sims Notification System will not suggest that Rattigan passed away when Rattigan is still

Snowy Escape

[AHQ] Seaweed Ramen recipe is now available from the fridge cooking menu.

Sim’s Hygiene Motive will now increase when using a Hot Spring.

Spa Day

[AHQ] Applied Pedicure will no longer vanish when a Manicure is requested.

[thevelvetpage]

"Beneath The Seoul Sky"

Two hearts. One city. A love that defies legacy and ambition.

Chapter 2: Precision

Kwon Him Chan had always run a tight ship.

Even before the Seoul branch was officially approved, he was already laying the groundwork, assembling detailed spreadsheets, sketching team structures, and reviewing potential local partnerships with a level of scrutiny that bordered on obsessive. Every piece of the puzzle had to fit perfectly.

He’d bled for this opportunity. Years of proving himself, silently outshining peers, and executing impossible deadlines without complaint. So when headquarters informed him they were sending someone from the U.S. to “lead” the setup, it felt like a slap in the face.

Especially when that person turned out to be Naomi Sinclair. She was… unexpected.

The first time he saw her at the airport, something in his chest tightened, and he quickly dismissed it as fatigue. She carried herself like a woman who’d already won the game, not someone walking into a new country, a new culture, a new battlefield. Her presence had weight. Composure wrapped in elegance. Her skin was smooth and light brown, and it stood out against her black wool coat, which clung to her frame like it was tailored just for her. Her high cheekbones, proud shoulders, and effortless grace in how she moved had knocked him off balance for half a second.

But beauty didn’t mean competence. And he didn’t care for distractions.

So when she walked through the office doors the following day at precisely 8:52 a.m., eight minutes early, just as he’d hoped she wouldn’t, he stood behind the tinted glass of his office, watching her. Her fitted navy suit hugged her curves like armor, clean lines sharp against the light. The silk blouse beneath shimmered faintly in the early sun, a deep shade of merlot that complimented her skin. Her hair was neatly pulled into a low bun, and delicate gold hoops framed her face, catching the light every time she turned her head. She moved through the space like it already belonged to her. She stopped to greet the front desk manager. “Annyeonghaseyo,” she said in steady, deliberate Korean. Her accent was noticeable but practiced clear enough to earn a surprised blink and a pleased nod in return.

Him Chan’s jaw ticked.

Fine. She made it on time. She spoke the language. He’d give her that.

He stepped out. “Ms. Sinclair.”

She turned smoothly, her eyes catching his. Calm, assessing, untouched by nerves. “Good morning, Mr. Kwon.”

Her voice was warm, steady, low-pitched. Confident without being performative.

“I’ll introduce you to the team,” he said, pivoting on his heel.

They walked side by side down the main hallway, past rows of glass-walled meeting rooms and clusters of workstations. Their heads turned, and conversations paused.

Naomi noticed the subtle shift in the room, the quiet hush, the curious glances, and handled it the way she handled everything: with deliberate poise. Her shoulders were square, her lips neutral but not unfriendly, and her stride matched his without hesitation.

“The department leads will give you their progress reports today,” Him Chan said. “You can ask questions after each presentation.”

Naomi nodded once, sharp and sure. “Perfect. I came ready.”

And she had.

The first meeting began in a sleek conference room overlooking the city. Floor-to-ceiling windows cast soft light over the long glass table. Naomi sat straight-backed, her notebook open, pen in hand, her gaze locked in as each lead began their presentations.

Ten minutes in, she raised her hand slightly. “Excuse me. There’s a miscalculation in the Q2 forecast.”

The room stilled. Eyes darted.

She gestured to the screen calmly. “You’re assuming a 6.5% growth margin based on last year’s numbers, but the new vendor’s rates change that to 4.1%. It’ll throw off the whole model.”

There was a pause. Then, murmurs of agreement.

She leaned forward. “If we switch the projection inputs and clean up the formula dependency chain, we can save your analysts at least six hours a week.”

By noon, she had already reorganized the data pipeline rollout, avoiding redundancy between teams and identifying the core bottleneck in the local database vendor’s integration schedule. She offered three viable solutions: clean, efficient, and strategic.

The room shifted. Energy rose. The team leaned in not just listening but engaged.

In one brainstorming session, Naomi moved around the table, jotting notes on the whiteboard, looping back to questions from the junior analysts, and clarifying where needed. She listened when someone spoke, her eyes steady and brows slightly arched in concentration. She nodded when they made good points and gently corrected when they didn’t.

Him Chan watched her from the back of the room, arms crossed, mouth unreadable.

She caught his gaze, and under her breath, murmured, “Still skeptical?”

He tilted his head, eyes narrowing just slightly. “Mildly.”

A whisper of a smirk ghosted across her lips before she turned back to the team.

By the end of the workday, the office had taken on a new rhythm: fast, efficient, and alive. There was no disarray, no ego matches, just progress. Her leadership wasn’t loud. It was meticulous. Commanding in the way a metronome sets the pace for an orchestra. And it got under his skin. Not because she was incompetent. No worse. Because she was exceptional. She didn’t bend. She didn’t ask permission. She stepped in and quietly realigned everything with the grace of a woman who had done this before—and wasn’t here to be anyone’s assistant.

She was here to lead.

And whether he liked it or not, Kwon Him Chan had definitely noticed.

Not just her work. But her.

[jokkaproductionz]

**The Ultimate Guide to Producing Hip Hop Music: Hardware and Software Essentials**

As a hip hop producer, you’re about to embark on a journey to create the next big hit. To get started, familiarize yourself with the hardware and software tools used in the production process. In this comprehensive guide, we will cover the essential hardware and software tools, as well as provide tips on how to combine them to produce high-quality hip hop and rap tracks.

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### **1. Hardware Essentials**

**1.1 MPCs (Akai Pro MPC Series)**

The MPC (Music Production Center) is a legendary sampler and sequencer that has been a staple in hip hop production for decades. The Akai Pro MPC series, including models like the MPC X, MPC Live, and MPC One, offer a myriad of features such as sampling, sequencing, and effects processing. These devices allow producers to create intricate beats and seamlessly blend samples with original material. **Tip**: Experiment with different sampling techniques to find your unique sound.

**1.2 Groove Boxes (Korg Electribe, Roland SP-404, etc.)**

Groove boxes are compact and portable devices designed for creating beats, sequences, and samples on the go. Popular choices among hip hop producers include the Korg Electribe and Roland SP-404. These devices often come with built-in sounds and effects, making them perfect for live performances or quick jam sessions. **Tip**: Use groove boxes for sketching out ideas quickly when inspiration strikes.

**1.3 Drum Machines (Roland TR-808, TR-909, etc.)**

Drum machines are fundamental tools within hip hop production. The Roland TR-808 and TR-909 are iconic machines that have appeared in countless hit tracks. Their distinct sounds can give your beats that classic hip hop flavor. **Tip**: Layer different drum sounds and tweak their envelopes to create a punchier kick or snappier snare.

**1.4 Turntables and Vinyl**

Vinyl records and turntables remain an essential component of hip hop culture. Many producers use turntables to sample and scratch records, adding a unique rhythmic element to their tracks. **Tip**: Explore various genres of vinyl records for sampling; sometimes unexpected sounds can lead to unique beats.

**1.5 MIDI Controllers (Native Instruments Maschine, Novation Launchpad, etc.)**

MIDI controllers provide a hands-on approach to controlling virtual instruments and effects in your DAW. Devices like the Native Instruments Maschine and Novation Launchpad are popular among hip hop producers for their versatility. **Tip**: Utilize pads for finger drumming to capture a more organic feel in your beats.

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### **2. Software Essentials**

**2.1 DAWs (Ableton Live, FL Studio, Logic Pro, etc.)**

Your Digital Audio Workstation (DAW) is the heart of your production setup. Ableton Live, FL Studio, and Logic Pro are three of the most popular DAWs used in hip hop production. Each DAW has its strengths; for instance, Ableton Live is favored for its session view for live performances, while FL Studio is known for its intuitive interface and powerful step sequencer. **Tip**: Take advantage of the built-in tutorials and communities surrounding each DAW to enhance your workflow.

**2.2 Virtual Instruments (Native Instruments Kontakt, Serum, etc.)**

Virtual instruments provide an expansive palette of sounds for hip hop production. Software like Native Instruments Kontakt and Serum allows you to design and manipulate sounds, offering endless creative possibilities. **Tip**: Incorporate sound design techniques to craft unique sounds that set your tracks apart.

**2.3 Effects Plugins (iZotope Ozone, Waves, FabFilter, etc.)**

Adding effects and processing to your tracks is crucial for achieving a professional sound. Plugins from iZotope Ozone, Waves, and FabFilter offer tools for mixing and mastering your music. From EQs and compressors to reverb and delay, these plugins can help you shape your sound effectively. **Tip**: Use reference tracks to guide your mixing choices and ensure your sound fits within the genre.

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### **3. Combining Hardware and Software**

The key to successful hip hop production lies in effectively combining your hardware and software. Here are some tips on how to do this:

- **Integration**: Connect your hardware instruments to your DAW via MIDI or audio interfaces for seamless interaction. This allows you to trigger sounds from your hardware while recording in the software.

- **Layering Sounds**: Utilize hardware samplers like the MPC to create base beats, and then enhance those beats using virtual instruments or effects within your DAW.

- **Live Performance**: Incorporate groove boxes or MIDI controllers during live performances to engage your audience and add spontaneity to your set. This can create a unique atmosphere and make each performance special.

- **Experimentation**: Don't be afraid to mix and match hardware and software. Use a MIDI keyboard to play samples from your MPC, or sample your virtual instruments on your groove box. The possibilities are endless.

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By understanding and utilizing the right hardware and software tools, you’ll be well-equipped to navigate the world of hip hop music production. Remember, the most important aspect is to experiment, find your unique voice, and have fun while crafting your beats. Now go create your next big hit!

[altaqwaelectric]

Top Tips for Fast and Safe Panel Assembly

Panel assembly is a critical process in the electrical industry that directly impacts safety, performance, and efficiency. Whether you’re building distribution panels, control boards, or switchgear systems, the goal is to assemble panels quickly without compromising safety or quality. In this post, we’ll explore proven tips to help electricians, technicians, and panel builders streamline their workflow while ensuring compliance with safety standards.

1. Plan Thoroughly Before Assembly

Efficiency starts with preparation. Before you begin, study the layout drawings and electrical schematics carefully. Make a checklist of all the required components — circuit breakers, relays, terminal blocks, wire ducts, and enclosures.

· Pre-arrange tools and materials

· Verify component compatibility with design

· Identify high-priority tasks and dependencies

A well-organized plan saves time and avoids costly errors during installation.

2. Use Modular and Pre-Fabricated Components

Using modular devices like DIN-rail mountable circuit breakers or pre-assembled terminal blocks can reduce build time significantly.

Benefits:

· Faster mounting and wiring

· Easier upgrades and replacements

· Reduced wiring complexity

Where possible, opt for plug-and-play components or pre-terminated wiring kits.

3. Maintain a Clean and Organized Work Area

A tidy workstation boosts productivity and prevents mistakes. Use labeled bins, trays, and tool organizers to keep everything accessible.

· Segregate power, control, and signal cables

· Keep fasteners and tools sorted by size/type

· Remove scrap materials and wire offcuts regularly

A clean work area also improves safety and reduces trip hazards.

4. Label Components and Wiring Clearly

Proper labeling speeds up installation and future maintenance. Use heat-resistant wire markers or automated labeling machines for consistency.

Label:

· All wires at both ends

· Control devices (relays, contactors, timers)

· Terminal blocks and busbars

Clear identification is essential for testing, fault isolation, and panel certification.

5. Use the Right Torque Tools

Over- or under-tightened terminals can cause failures or fire risks. Always use torque screwdrivers or wrenches calibrated to the manufacturer’s specifications.

· Ensure solid mechanical and electrical contact

· Reduce the risk of arcing or overheating

· Document torque settings for quality records

Following torque guidelines is a best practice for long-term reliability.

6. Apply Effective Cable Management

Good cable routing isn’t just about aesthetics — it enhances performance and safety.

· Use wire ducts, cable ties, and strain reliefs

· Maintain minimum bend radii, especially for data cables

· Separate AC power and control wiring to avoid interference

Neatly routed cables simplify inspections and future modifications.

7. Conduct Final Visual and Electrical Inspection

Before energizing the panel:

· Inspect all terminations and mounting

· Check for exposed conductors or loose parts

· Test insulation resistance and continuity

· Verify grounding and bonding paths

A comprehensive inspection reduces commissioning delays and ensures compliance with safety standards.

8. Document As-Built Changes

If any field modifications were made during assembly, update the panel drawings and documentation to reflect those changes.

Include:

· Wiring diagrams

· Component serial numbers

· Torque test records

· Electrical test results

Accurate documentation is essential for maintenance, certification, and future upgrades.

9. Train Your Assembly Team

Skilled workers build faster and safer panels. Provide regular training on:

· Electrical safety and lockout/tagout

· Schematic interpretation

· Safe use of hand and power tools

· Latest panel-building standards (e.g., IEC, UL, NEC)

An informed and competent team minimizes rework and enhances build quality.

Final Thoughts

Fast panel assembly doesn’t mean cutting corners. By following structured processes, using the right tools, and prioritizing safety, you can consistently deliver high-quality panels — on time and within budget.

Looking for top-tier switchgear accessories and panel-building solutions? Contact us today to explore how we can support your projects with reliable, efficient, and cost-effective products.

[budgetgameruae]

High VRAM Graphics Card for AI Training in UAE: A Deep Dive for Enthusiasts and Professionals

The need for specialised processing power has increased as a result of artificial intelligence's (AI) rise in the United Arab Emirates. High VRAM graphics cards are now necessary for deep learning models and AI training, not optional. Selecting the best GPU for AI model training can be a game-changer for anyone looking for strong, AI-ready hardware in Dubai, Abu Dhabi, or Sharjah, whether they are data scientists, AI researchers, or tech enthusiasts.

[poshace11]

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[enkisstories]

Hux managed to get himself electroshocked twice - good thing I had him nap the first one off before the second one struck, otherwise we'd be down one team member now.

While the team was working on their vehicle, Commander Trach contacted FN-11 with an offer to join the criminal career. In the context of my story that means he suggested for them both to join the Resistance!

I made FN-11 decline for now. Time will tell whether he rats Trach out to the First Order High Command or not.

Meanwhile in Kylo Ren's camp, while everyone was fervently working on getting their AT-AT repaired, TW-3223 "Nightfall" complained that his partner, TW-2242 "Jet", wasn't giving him enough attention. He grew sad and even threatened with leaving Jet.

Although he couldn't have timed that any less convenient, I also had to chuckle, because this is so typical for self-absorbed Nightfall.

Kylo ordered Corra to perform a little attitude adjustment on the lovestruck pilot.

Corra: "Whoa, did Lord Ren target you, too, Jet?"

(Nope, wasn't Kylo. Just the to be expected electroshock from the robotics workstation.)

[flower-crowns-and-combat-boots]

So we have a bunch of new Development boxes at work. They're all high-end Lenovo Legion gaming PCs with i9 14th Gen processors and RTX4080 video cards. From our vendor, these are $6000/each. We have 12 of them.

Now, I was not actually engaged in the deployment process until very late in the game. So these did not get deployed correctly by org standards. They're using the pre-deployed image complete with all the bloatware, they were not on-boarded into Intune correctly, they did not have the app deployments done correctly so they were mostly user-installed.

I spent the better part of three days designing and refining PowerShell scripts to perform the bulk of the actions required. Uninstalling bloatware, creating a local admin account, bypassing the OOBE, updating to Win11 Enterprise, joining the domain, installing CCM, removing bloatware (again) etc. Then configuring all the deployments in our DEV instance of SCCM so they can be deployed correctly.

So I did my absolute level best with the 16 hour time frame that I was given. The thing that nobody actually understands is that software developed for developers is ... shit. It's absolutely garbage. It is not meant to be installed at the Enterprise level. So I wrote scripts to deploy this nonsense as best as possible. Some scripts just dropped the installer on the workstation in a central location. Some required the software to be deployed by the user from Software Center. Some simply ... didn't work the first time and required extensive time to fix.

Now, my other problem with Developers themselves is ... they're not the brightest. They don't think outside the box, they don't consider asking for help, if the thing doesn't do what they think it is supposed to do the first time, surely running the same thing another 14 times will make it work yes?

So I'm on vacation now because of this fucking project. And before I left one of the IT Engineers engaged me about one of the deployments. And I told him I did the best I could with that software, but it requires user intervention so I designed the script as such, and if he has any challenges with it he's welcome to take a swing at it but I am tired of it. To which he replied:

"No bud, the scripts are great, the developers are just fucking stupid" and let me tell you, that made my whole fuckin' week.