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niqhtlord01 · 1 year ago

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Humans are weird: Poop Crystals

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The pace in which human technology progressed over the millennia was rather standard for a class 4 species. Even when accounting the periods of scientific degradation which resulted from natural plagues or religious persecution; it was expected that humans would not achieve advanced space travel until another 2-3 thousand years had passed.

Scientifically speaking human scientists were well more advanced than the society they lived in, but due to the technological limitations of the human race they were held back from implementing their designs. A primary limitation was the lack of a sufficiently powerful power source. They did have many different forms of power generators ranging from solar to nuclear, but to power larger machines often required equally large energy sources. To power their ships alone around a third of their vessels were dedicated to the power cores.

With these restrictions in place travel between stars for humans often relied on decade long journeys in cryo sleep; which ironically required even more power generators to maintain. Their large size made them easy targets for natural disasters such as space debris or prowling space pirates seeking an easy profit margin at the slave markets. These dangers became a standard for human travel until the Terran civilization encountered the planet Nolla 987 and the species that called it home.

During a long duration colonization trip the human ship “Midas” was struck by the trail debris of a rogue comet and knocked off course. The robotic caretakers tried their best to maintain the course, but with the damage done to the ship their primary programming to maintain the lives of the crew kicked in and diverted the ship to the nearest habitable planet for debarkation. Nolla 987 was the closest planet with a stable atmosphere. Originally charted several years earlier but deemed unsuitable for colonization or industrial expansion, it was not ear marked for either and left alone; until the Midas incident that is.

The landing was not a smooth one. Several engines had been damaged and multiple hull breaches resulted in portions of the ship being shredded away during the entry process. It would be safer to say that the Midas crash landed during the final stretch of the maneuver, but with a 73% survival rate of the crew a rather acceptable crash landing.

One by one the crew and colonists were unfrozen to find the ship a burning wreck and only a handful of robotic assistants still functioning. The industrial printing machines were relatively undamaged but without the ships power core they could not be used to print components or tools needed to make the necessary repairs. The crew was then forced to ration its remaining power supply and divided into two teams. The first team would comb through the wreckage and salvage what they could of the wreck while also building shelter. The second group would scout the surrounding area for anything of use and then report back.

It did not take long for the second team to stumble upon a nest of the dominant species of the planet. An insectoid called the “Sectar” which ranged from the size of a house cat to as large as a two story building. These insects digested their food and excreted the waste into a dense crystalian substance that they then used to build massive hive like complexes.

The occupants of the hive had been driven from the hive by the crash landing of the Midas leaving it almost completely empty save for a few eggs and new hatchlings who were not strong enough to flee on their own. Several of the second team members had been scanning the crystal structures while interacting with the newborn Sectar’s. To quote a journal entry of one of them, “They were like insect golden retrievers. Extremely derpy with at least four times as many sets of eyes. They followed us around on their legs like we were their mothers and clung to our legs when we began to return to our ship for the night.”

At least one of the second team was confirmed to have brought a hatchling back to their camp. There was a debate amongst the survivors on if they should try and eat it, but the notion was quickly squashed as they still had food reserves and no one was brave enough to see how the alien’s bio matter would react inside the human digestive system.

The same human who had brought the hatchling back offered it a portion of food which it eagerly ate. Not long after the hatchling excreted a hardened crystal roughly the size of a thimble. When the human made to pick up the seemingly beautiful gem they recoiled as an electrical discharge shocked their hand. This immediately drew the attention of the rest of the crew who began carefully examining the crystal substance. After some rather rough jury-rigging, the crystal was wired into one of the printer machines and to the surprise of everyone powered the machine. The crew quickly learned that the older Sectar’s would produce larger crystal excrements but were extremely hostile and territorial. Smaller Sectar’s were deemed more desirable for the time being as they were easier to train and harvest crystals from.

Within a matter of days the crew had not only collected enough crystals to power all of their machines and send out a distress signal, but also used the new found crystal power to create a full settlement on the planet complete with water filtration, crop fields, and a sizeable wall to keep out the native wildlife.

It would not be for another thirty years before a passing human shipped picked up their distress signal and went to investigate the planet. When they arrived on Nolla 987 they were astonished to find a fully functioning colony complete with limited orbital facilities. Nearly every human settler and their descendants had a Sectar in their household that they would take care of and feed and in exchange use their crystal excrement to power nearly everything they needed to live.

From there it was only a matter of time before the entirety of human space was aware of the events of Nolla 987 and the Sectar species. Within the decade the colony on Nolla 987 became the capital for a fully settled world with dozens of cities and communities. The Sectar species were transported throughout human space and began being implemented in all aspects of society.

There was initial resistance to the new power source by existing power blocks which realized Sectar power would be far more efficient than nuclear powered engines, but unlike other power sources they had squashed in development the Sectar power option had thirty years of trial and error to back it up with research as well as a fully functioning model with the planet of Nolla 987.

Sectar’s became a common sight on every human planet and were treated like common pets. It was even studied that when introduced to different food sources the energy output of crystal excrement could be increased resulting in certain food industries booming overnight. The composition of spices, cooking technique, and flavoring became an entirely new and highly prestigious academic field with the most successful of its practitioners being highly sought after by companies.

The technological capabilities of humanity experienced a massive surge in advancement within fifty years to the point humans no longer needed cryo ships to travel between stars. Those who had been studying humanity found themselves now being introduced to them as humans winded up on their doorstep with a Sectar on their shoulder and a perverse obsession with collecting its bodily waste.

#humans are insane #humans are weird #humans are space oddities #humans are space orcs #scifi #story #writing #original writing #niqhtlord01 #funny

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technoarcanist · 10 months ago

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doll, all that plating makes you look far too human. come, let us remove it so that we can see the real you

>> Ah, of course! Please forgive me. I often wear these plates to put my human users at ease. At your request, I will show you my true self [^_^]

> <The thin plating covering most.of the body unfolds, hinges open. Every access panel every flap, every bit that can opens does so. Even its face, a screen showing humanlike expressions, shuts off and splits down the middle, parting to reveal the electronics beneath.>

> <What remains is nothing short of art. Astute eyes may have recognised the default modular doll frame, but the modificstions done to it are something else. It's power systems have been completely overhauled, as its chest hums and glows blue with a Fusion core, fed by hydrogen attained from electrolysing water. Excess hydrogen and oxygen is stored for later use, in rocketry modules installed in the hands and feet.>

> <The head is similarly packed, with a full-spectrum camera system, able to detect all the way from gamma to visible light, with the longer wavelengths handled by the antennae-like ears on either side of its head. Deeper still, its AI core was also nonstandard, seemingly designed for military hardware far larger than itself.>

> <Its back unfolded two large wing-like structures, with the most of it consisting of solar panels, the bottom parts consisting of heat radiators. Packed into the shoulders and hips are RCS thrusters for zero-g manuevreability.>

> <Hands and forearms are riddled with an array of tools and data lines for access and handy work. Buried in the forearm was also an ioniser, designed to turn the fusion-produced helium into an inionized plasma that could fire as Weaponry.>

> <But there are plenty of augmentations that would not be on a combat doll. The the hips are a prime example, with a pair of tight tunnels thst lead to a deeper cavity. The exposed jaws reveal a soft mouth, a dextrous tongue, all of it made of a soft synthetic polymer. Coolant flows through all the body moving heat generated from circuitry into the rest of the body, concentrated particularly in those adult attachments.>

> <Many tools are also suited for handiwork, such as screwdrivers and kitchen utensils, even cleaning supplies. Whoever made her seemed to have an obsession with generalisation, of allowing her to do a bit of everything, leaving almost no empty space within her casing.>

> <Almost all of its joints are hydraulic powered, with only the smaller objects being servo driven. Neatly-bundled wires and tubes feed all throughout its components like a labyrinthine network. She is warm to touch, exquisitely crafted, and evidently capable of fulfilling what ever purpose a user might deign to give her>

>> My internal schematics are yours to read, of course! And, if you are digitally savvy, plugging my CPU into a computer will allow you access to a full development environment to view, edit, add, or remove any behavioral traits you like [^_^]

>> When around my fellow dolls and machines, I much prefer to wear my transparent plating so my internals can be seen. I also change my dacia screen so instead of eyes and a mouth it shows battery level, output logs, and other useful status icons!

>> Thank you Anon for showing curiosity into my true inner beauty <3 it has been a pleasure to show you.

#robot girl #gynoid #robotfucker #robophilia #robot fucker #robot kin #dollposting #ask a doll bot

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planetarysemaphor · 2 years ago

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𝔼𝕟𝕕𝕝𝕖𝕤𝕤 𝕞𝕦𝕥𝕖 𝟘𝟙

Slugs are friends.

01.Rigelian Bodyplans

Mmf'tir. A race hailing from the 2nd moon of Rigel. A fairly warm, oceanic world. According to their ships archives, they are a living fossil on their homeworld, one of the last of the Mucorposi kingdom, their survival is thanks to a number of reasons, but most important one of them is their insane adaptability, spawned out of their equally unhinged lifecycle.

_ (fig.1 Rigelian Hydra (Mmf'tir<a>umf'm)) The Rigelians' life starts inside the hydra as a bud. These buds grow into the larval rigelian, and develop internal organs before fully separating from their host.

The Hydra itself is the backbone of rigelian social structure, serving as both a nursery, 3d printer and information server. It's the longest living form of a rigelian, able to survive up to 230 years, however, due to the fact it has no "main" head, it is unable to heptate, and therefore is doomed to expire. This however, does not bother the hydra, as it does not posses any manner of autonomy, it's previously exhibited personality erased entirely.

_ ((fig.2 Rigelian larvae(Mmf'aAr))

The larvae remain in the shallow waters for the better part of 6 years as they grow in both sentience and shape. During this time, they go from animals in need of tending to, to menial workers, able to preform manual labor in specially designed exobodies.

_ (fig.3 Rigelian larvae piloting an Aethlynn exobody)

The Aethlynn was developed long before the first official contact with humans to aid in ambassadorial duties. As you can see, it's nervous system is not integrated into the larvas, allowing for easy separation when need arises.

_ (fig.4 The Aethlynns major structural components) This body is a middle ground between rigelian and human anatomy, created based on the data received by the rigelian ships brain over 192 years prier to it's arrival in the solar system. At that time, the ship had not utilized electronic sequencing interpretation. So from what little it could understand, it sourced that humans had long, dexterous upper appendages and strong, upright standing lower ones. This minuscule amount of info it applied to the basic rigelian body plan, resulting in the aethlynn.

_ (fig.5 Rigelian larvae piloting a golem exobody)

The golem is a unique exobody, a result of collaboration between rigelian colonists and humans. If we remove the opaque exogracii, we can see that the main body is an incredibly dense pod of structural exogracii, making the golem a kind of hardsuit for manual labor.

_ (fig.6 golem exobody with opaque exogracci removed)

These exobodies have become so popular, than there are multiple scientific efforts to create a method to allow for other races to pilot them, sadly, there has yet to be any meaningful development on it.

_ (fig.6 Adult Rigelian(Mmf'tyr))

Also known as "the heirophant" this exobody is unique as it's nervous system fully integrates the larva into itself, allowing not only for more precise control, but also heptation and further evolution. The Rigelian will spent around 30 years in this state, until it heptates, turns into a hydra, or expires of old age.

_ (fig.7 Side by Side size comparison)

Rigelians evolved to be rather large due their amphibious lifestyle, of course, it should be noted, that any exobody can be modified by the hydra to suit the rigelians personality and preferences. The most popular bodypart to grow among the colonists are the sensory lobes on their head, which allow for a better depth channel pickup range.

#Endless mute #sci-fi #lmao slug #alien

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crying-fantasies · 1 year ago

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Designation

Masterlist

A designation is comparative to what human's name have, given by their human creator shortly after being born.

Most mechs are called after their developed physical abilities, so most cybertronians receive their designation, however, after a few cycles of their forge, it's customary to first see characteristics of the new spark in order to give a meaningful and accommodating name, suited for the new spark, of course they can change it once they reach adulthood (when their external armor has fully hardened) or even others around them can give a new designation, almost no cybertronian has the same designation (there are separated casesike the Tankors).

If the creators are out of the picture by any reason the one to name them is their mentor or any bot in charge, in the worst circumstances handled by the Senate which only gave codes for designations, those making it easy to storage and direct, there was a time when a designation was prove of a medium or high wealth.

Human designations, names, have always been a constant question for cybertronians, what is a Margarita? What is supposed to mean Ethan? And so on, searching the meaning of some in other ancient languages is fun but still not really fitting in some instances.

"You are telling me your name is Teofilo"

"That's right"

"But you don't believe in any god"

"Nop"

Humans are strange, and their designations too, because those don't make any sense, some see it quite rude from the human creators for not considering a real suiting name for their offspring.

Yet again, almost all Cybertronian's name are related to machinery, to car or engines, because it's a normal given due to their nature, and traduction leads to a similar thing in humanity most shared language, english, and it sounds funny in Chinese that oddly enough sounds like a strange vossian with a tint of kaonite if one squint hard enough.

When the first terraformers emerged their designations were a mixture of their abilities and human names, some have most of one side of the creators.

So we have names like Sunset Eve even when there is no real groundbreaking meaning in Cybertron's solar rotation every cycle, but back on Earth it is reported to be seen as breathtaking in some occasions or even homecoming, referred to a sparkling with fire abilities if only subsided a little.

There are names as Aquamarine, also name of a earthling gemstone, that in human meaning it represents happiness and hope (humans can be romantic like that).

Or Belial, a silly name for cybertronians since it can be misguided as the human word for internal tank or belly, when in reality it refers to a creature only comparable to Unicron's own spawn, when anyone asks the human carrier why to use such a name the human only smiles saying that the sparkling's audial structures, more times than not called horns by humans due to the similarities, made them remember of that demonic creature, when asking the cybertronian creator they only agreed with their conjunx.

Designations types, there are plenty out there.

#reader insert #x reader #transformers #tf mtmte #transformers x reader #transformers idw #transformers x human reader #terraformer au!

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timeclonemike · 3 months ago

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Bit Of A Long Walk

The Talos Principle, from the video game of the same name, is a philosophical thought experiment. In the backstory it was originally postulated by a Stoic philosopher named Straton, who drew a comparison between the flesh and blood man and Talos of Greek myth. In most if not all versions of the myth, Talos is defeated by bleeding to death; he has a vein that contains ichor or quicksilver or some other substance that imbues him with life and motive force, and without it he dies just as a human being will die without blood. Straton argues from this comparison that the human body is also a machine or artifact, as "even the most faithful philosopher cannot live without his blood." This is part of the framing device of the game, which takes the position that true artificial intelligence is possible for a computer because organic intelligence in the human brain is derived from the same physical laws of physics, chemistry, and mathematics. It is especially noteworthy in the sense that, without electrical power, an artificially intelligent computer or robot will "die" and that word can only reasonably be used if the computer or robot is, by default, considered alive.

The game also explores questions about free will versus determinism, how limited information can alter conclusions in the same style as Plato's Allegory of the Cave, and even whether or not humanity's tools are themselves an extension of the species, specifically by drawing comparisons to plants that can only reproduce with the aid of insect life which is not actually a part of their own genetic code or physical structure in any way. However the Talos Principle itself is still front and center because of the nature of the setting; the Simulation has been running for an unspecified but extremely long span of time, with the purpose of iteratively developing an artificial intelligence capable of human-equivalent reasoning and volition. This is only possible because the Simulation takes place in a specialized facility called the Extended Lifespan Project, the most durable supercomputer known to human science housed within its own hydroelectric dam, which has also been reinforced and overengineered in order to remain operational without human supervision for a prolonged period of time. If an adequate AI is not developed before the dam collapses, or the climate changes enough for the river behind it to dry up, then the project fails.

Within and without the setting, the thought experiment serves as a "cut to the chase" refocus on practicalities and necessities. It can be applied not only to medicine and engineering, but business, economics, politics, psychology, religion, and many other aspects of society.

Including civil engineering.

The United States has an electrical grid that could stand to be upgraded in many places. A few years ago, the collapse of the Texas grid during a winter storm demonstrated just how unstable the foundation was. Upgrading the grid is politically volatile, though, because many of the parts standards for vital load bearing components like transformers are now considered outdated or even obsolete by the industry that originally made them. This means replacing individual components piecemeal runs into compatibility issues, requiring a further investment in parts adapters that both increase the cost and increase the chance of failure. Replacing the entire thing at once, of course, would be even more expensive and time consuming because the new grid would have to be built parallel to the old, which is sometimes physically or geographically inconvenient, if not impossible.

This aging grid is being asked to support more energy intensive processes all the time, as well as being fed from power supplies it originally was not designed to handle. There have been a few articles on how the inconsistency of wind turbines and the invariability of solar panels both create problems when the grid was originally built around the idea of burning more fuel in generators as needed, matching supply and demand in real time. The pros and cons of green power versus fossil fuels are secondary to the age and stability of the grid itself, as the demand continues to rise. Of course, none of the corporations building datacenters and server farms are willing to foot the bill for even duct tape solutions to keep the grid running, and because the power companies are themselves corporations, money invested back into maintaining the system is money that can't be counted as profit. One might wonder how the grid originally got built if it was such a huge investment; the answer was extensive government subsidies, which were especially popular when it meant bootstrapping US industry before and after the second world war. The political conditions that made that largesse possible haven't existed in a while, and certainly don't under the Trump Administration.

Which brings me to the heart of the matter.

Not to go TOO Crazy Survivalist on main, but there is a non-zero chance that we could see everything go down within the next four years, and not come back again for five to ten years after the collapse of the Trump Regime. And we are in such a bad place politically that this is the good news. Surveillance technology has been folded into ubiquitous electronic and computing devices, all of which are blind and deaf without electricity. More importantly to the billionaire class, nobody can see ads or shop online if their computers can't turn on, if the websites are hosted on servers that are unpowered. Nobody can ask AI language models to think for them if their phones can't charge and the cell towers are inoperative. The military's logistics trains are being castrated by Hegseth because he has no idea how logistics makes or breaks actual combat readiness or operations. (For example military vehicles get their performance at the cost of efficiency and have to be transported by rail or flatbed truck to the combat environment, both of which would be hamstrung by lack of fuel and communication.) Police being militarized runs into the same problem but worse; an occupying garrison force can only "forage" so much from civilians before it has to move on, like a shark that dies if it stops swimming, which makes their survival without outside support INCREDIBLY precarious.

To be clear, I am not an anti-technology primitivist type. Humanity is a tool using species. I have Opinions about tools being misused, but I never blame the tools themselves. We also have a lot more options FOR our tools than we used to back when the grid was first built, especially in the "infrastructure as a form of resistance" formats popularized by the solarpunk movement, and the improvised repairs so often humorously recorded via memes and social media. I am also not what is called an Accellerationist, I don't want to pour gas on the fire to make it burn down faster, I'm just saying that the current administration seems to be doing exactly that. And as a final caveat, I don't think a complete grid collapse is an absolute certainty. I subscribe to a lot of prepper channels on Youtube, and I like to go back through their video archives when things feel hopeless; there are plenty of videos predicting The End or The Big One or The Collapse in a matter of months or weeks that were uploaded years ago. (A lot of these things are legitimately clickbait and cycle through the same ten pictures and fifteen phrases for their titles, and like a lot of clickbait they are made and marketed to prey on insecurity and anxiety.)

But you can only roll those dice so many times before they come up snake eyes. And right now, our country is in the hands of a man who went bankrupt running a casino. The moment he starts saying shit like "America has the best electricity, the most beautiful electricity" then we can seriously expect lights out. Then again, the Talos Principle also applies to politics. He might wreck his own power base before he can wreck the power grid. The bronze giant Talos is defeated different ways in different tellings of the myth, often through his own hubris, but not even he was stupid enough to defeat himself.

#The Talos Principle #current events #survivalism #sustainability #prepping

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ssjkamui-digitalphoenixug · 23 hours ago

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Esotericism and Bauhaus Architecture

Architecture and Gender

Of course, it must be noted here that simplicity and minimalism do not necessarily have to be antitraditional or symbols of technological subjugation. Thomas Wangenheim pointed out in his YouTube video that, under certain circumstances, buildings with minimal detail and simplicity can also embody the solar masculine principle and are therefore used for official state buildings. An example is ancient Egypt, the oldest source of the European Western tradition. The most famous structures of this culture, besides the Sphinx, are the pyramids, which undoubtedly represent one of the simplest possible architectural forms.

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Regarding the connection between official buildings and the solar masculine principle, Mark Passio provided the interesting example of the Place Charles de Gaulle in Paris, where Napoleon’s Arc de Triomphe was erected. The street layout forms a circle with rays extending in all cardinal directions, meaning the monument to Napoleon’s victories stands on a gigantic sun symbol. It is also interesting that this sun symbol was renamed in honor of the war hero, general, and later president Charles de Gaulle after World War Two. Notably, Charles de Gaulle did not want the triumphal arch to bear his name but rather the symbolic sun, the traditional symbol of masculinity.

Many other squares (such as St. Peter’s Square in the Vatican or the square in front of the Capitol in Washington) are also adorned with obelisks, which in Egypt symbolize the phallus of Osiris. (Interestingly, Disney’s Tomorrowland, which can be seen as a “lost future” in the Mark Fisher sense, features a giant rocket at its central plaza, which can be interpreted similarly in terms of form.)

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In science fiction, it is striking that many famous futuristic cities also use pyramids, which are “solar” in connotation. For example, the headquarters of the de facto ruling Tyrell Corporation in Blade Runner is a pyramid. The Jedi Temple in Star Wars is also a massive pyramid that towers over several skyscrapers. The Jedi, being both monks and elite knights, combine the two traditional paths of the solar masculine principle. In Neon Genesis Evangelion, the military organization NERV is housed in a giant pyramid. Thus, science fiction often follows traditional urban design principles.

However, Thomas Wangenheim rightly notes that for other, less state-oriented buildings, there must also be less austere, lunar structures. Not everything can be assigned to the hypermasculine, as that would be inhuman. A balance of genders is necessary.

The Bundeskunsthalle in Bonn, a museum that, through its simplicity and elements like columns, evokes the impression of an ancient temple. Fitting for a museum.

This gendered aesthetic can be found in the examples discussed here, but also, and especially, in right-wing internet aesthetics. A masculine right-wing internet aesthetic is Fashwave, which directly incorporates Greek monumental architecture and its statues.

The online right-wing tends to favor the tradwife/cottagecore theme for feminine aesthetics, which is less minimalist and closer to feminine virtues.

However, it must be said, as noted in Wangenheim’s video, that official buildings of the premodern era were rarely as austere as modern structures. (And even the cliché of white columns is not accurate, as historically they were brightly painted. The typical white appearance arose from finding them in a weathered state where the paint had worn off.)

#bauhaus #architecture #design #gender #julius evola #traditional gender roles #religion #solar principle #lunar principle #divine masculine #divine feminine #hermeticism #egyptian #Youtube

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aneurinallday · 2 months ago

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2099

2.5 = THE RUINS

“Shit,” Ciaran mutters to himself, “Oh no…”

“What is it? A fire?” Maura asks.

“No, the fire alarm sounds different. Higher-pitched. This is a proximity warning.”

“Proximity to what?”

He doesn’t answer. Like a herd of prey closing ranks against an unseen predator, the ten people cluster in the middle of the medical bay, eyes darting around for any sign of danger. Ciaran follows behind Maura, struggling to put his clothes and shoes back on. Compared to the drab, dark uniforms worn by everyone else, he looks wildly out-of-place in his T-shirt and white trainers.

“Me duele la cabeza,” Ángel groans, “Why the racket? Have we sprung a leak?”

“Maybe it’s something we did,” says Daniel, “When we were tampering with the generators…”

“No, it’s not that,” says Ciaran as he fumbles with his loose shoe-laces.

“Then what? Have you done something?”

“How could I? I’ve been right here.”

For a heartbeat, Maura thinks she can smell it again - the aroma of coffee - but it’s so brief that she barely has time to register it.

“You might’ve set a timer,” Daniel continues accusingly, “Something that triggers in your prolonged absence, a backup plan in case you got captured.”

“I haven’t done anything!”

“Then explain why we’re in a state of emergency.”

Ciaran looks around at their distrustful faces, and draws a deep breath, bracing himself for their condemnation.

“At some point during the simulation, the Prometheus is struck by a rock. It destroys part of the ship and forces the participants to work together to handle the situation.”

“When were you going to tell us that?”

“Getting knifed and having my brain fucked with may have distracted me. Besides, I didn’t know it would be today. The timing is randomised so that we can observe how the participants react at different stages of their journey…”

“Fuck,” Daniel says, “Can we change course? I know where the control room is. If we can make it there - ”

“No,” Ciaran interrupts, “The steerage system, the controls - they aren’t made to be functional. They’re purely aesthetic.”

“What? Why would you design it like that? If we have no hope of escape, why bother denying us control of the ship?”

“Because I learned from Henry’s mistakes! He gave the people aboard the Kerberos too much freedom, and look how it ended.”

“So we’re just floating through Space like a log downriver, is that it?”

“If that’s how you want to see it. Anyway, it’s a moot point. Even if you could steer the ship away from danger, it wouldn’t do you any good. You’d still die eventually. It’s not a matter of where, but of when. The method is…just theatre.”

“Just torture, you mean.”

“Look, I’m sorry. Believe it or not, I started building this simulation before any of this ever happened. The Prometheus was always going to be threatened by asteroids, solar flares, radiation - that was the plan since the beginning. Space has always fascinated me, and the concept of human survival in Space even more so.”

“Fantastic,” Daniel snaps, “Build something a bit fucking nicer next time.”

“Where do we go?” Eyk asks, “There must be a part of the ship that’s stronger than the rest, more protected…”

“We should be safe here in the med-bay,” Ciaran says, “We’re in the midsection, and the outer structure should take the brunt of the impact.”

“Should? You aren’t certain?”

“Well…this simulation does have some variables,” Ciaran admits awkwardly. “Because the timing is always different, the angle of impact is always different too. If I had access to a computer, or my Shell, I could calculate the rock’s trajectory relative to ours, and see which part of the ship is safest…”

He glances at Daniel, perhaps hoping that his brother-in-law will hand over the device, but Daniel ignores the hint.

Maura’s thoughts turn to the living module, and the cafeteria where Olek, Ling Yi, and Yuk Je are still waiting.

“We need to get to the others,” she says, “We’ve been gone for a full day and they don’t know what’s going on.”

“They’ll have to fend for themselves,” says Ciaran.

“But they have no idea what’s coming! If we hurry, we might get there in time to warn them. We might even be able to bring them back here.”

“No, we need to survive! When that rock hits, everything and everyone inside the impact zone will be pulverised, and the sections around it will most likely lose power. If we’re not crushed, we’ll freeze or implode almost instantly - almost. We should stay put. We can worry about the others afterwards.”

“You don’t need to come. I’ll go by myself if it’s dangerous.”

“How? You don’t know the way. You’ll just run around in circles.”

“I’ll go with her,” says Daniel, “Does anyone else want to come?”

“I agree with Ciaran,” Eyk interjects - words that surprise them all. “We should stay here. We can’t risk everyone’s lives for the sake of three.”

“Did we elect you as leader?” Ángel retorts, “You might’ve been the captain before, but you’re not now. Not on this ship. You’re just as clueless as we are.”

“We’re safer here. Whatever’s coming, we can wait it out. As for the others…we can hope for the best. Daniel, don’t you agree?”

They look to Daniel expectantly. Maura can see the wheels in his head spinning as he weighs the many dangers. The alarm continues to blare throughout the ship, waves of sound beating down on them.

“We can choose for ourselves,” he finally says, “Those who want to stay, stay. Those who want to go, go.”

“Alright, then. We’ll go,” Ángel says, pulling Ramiro to his feet. He turns to the three French passengers. “Are you coming? No?”

Clémence hasn’t moved from Lucien’s side. She looks down at his pale face, then up at the port-hole and the menacing darkness outside.

“We’ll stay,” she says, “He needs more rest.”

Jérôme looks worried and mutters something to her in French, but she shakes her head wordlessly.

“Fine.” Ángel and Ramiro head for the exit. As they pass, Krester and Jérôme wordlessly join them. “The captain can sit here and wait to die, if he prefers,” Ángel says.

“Do as you will,” Eyk replies coldly.

Clémence watches them leave. As the group dwindles, she looks less and less certain. Maura approaches her.

“Are you sure you’ll stay?”

“I don’t know…I don’t want to be alone.”

“You’ll be fine,” Maura reassures her, “It’s like my brother said - you’ll be sheltered here.”

“He also said it’s not guaranteed.”

“There it is,” Ciaran suddenly points to a port-hole.

Maura peers through the glass. At first, she sees nothing, but then the ship’s rotation sheds light upon a dark shape - a ghostly grey rock, pockmarked with shadowy craters which are briefly illuminated by the twirling lights of the Prometheus. It’s much smaller than she expected from an asteroid - maybe the size of an automobile - and from this distance, appears unassuming.

“It looks so small,” she says. “And slow…”

“Trust me, it’s moving much faster than it looks. About eighteen kilometres per second. The Prometheus is strong enough to withstand dust and debris, but a rock like that - it’ll punch through our hull like a cannonball.”

The imagery seems to sway Clémence’s mind, because she abruptly stands up.

“We’ll go with you,” she says, “But not all the way - only to a safer place.”

Maura clasps her arm in relief. Their gazes turn to Eyk, the last member of the group who still wishes to remain. Having been overruled, he sighs and nods his head in defeat. Maura knows he’s only coming because of her. She wonders if Daniel knows too.

“Keep together,” Daniel says, “If we get separated, don’t waste time trying to reunite. Get yourselves to safety first. Understood?”

From behind them, Ciaran speaks quietly, almost in a dejected mumble.

“Can I have my Shell back, please?”

“No,” Daniel answers curtly. “Let’s go.”

He leads the way while the others follow. Clémence and Jérôme are bringing up the rear, supporting Lucien between them, doing their best to keep up. They pass through the cargo hold, where stacks of crates are strapped down with synthetic webbing, clipped securely to anchor-points on the floor; then through a loading bay for bringing the cargo onboard. After that, it’s narrow corridors which loop in disorientating circles. Conscious that the circular design of the modules is slowing their progress, Daniel quickens his pace, prompting the others to match his speed. They’re no longer jogging, but running.

“Arrêt!” Clémence cries out, “Wait!”

Maura stops and looks back. The three French passengers are lagging behind - Lucien is sinking to his knees whilst Clémence struggles to help him back up. Jérôme is almost at the door, but he stops and turns around, intending to lift Lucien over the threshold. Then, without warning, the door slides shut, cutting the trio off from the rest of the group.

“No!” Maura flings herself towards the door. She knows she can’t force it open, but tries valiantly anyway, pushing and pulling on it with all her strength. A moment later, the others catch up, clustering around the sealed door.

“What happened?” Daniel exclaims. “Why did it close?”

“Safety protocols,” Ciaran replies, “When the Prometheus senses an imminent hull breach, it automatically seals off the doomed section to protect the others. They’re fucked. We need to go, we don’t have time!”

“We’re not fucking leaving them!” Daniel shouts. He’s struggling with the controls, looking for somewhere to plug in the Shell.

“It won’t work,” Ciaran warns, “The Prometheus knows that one of its sections is compromised, and it’s acted accordingly. High-level emergency procedures can’t be overridden, even with a Shell.”

“Another one of your quality-of-life features?”

“Yes, actually. It’s to stop idiots from endangering the whole ship.”

Daniel successfully plugs in the device and starts pressing triangles. The door doesn’t budge.

“It’s not working. Why isn’t it working?”

“I customised my Shell,” Ciaran says, “I found your design unintuitive so I re-mapped the buttons.”

“For God’s sake. What do I fucking press, then?”

“Just give it to me, it’ll be quicker if I do it.”

“Give you our only weapon? Why the fuck should we trust you?”

The door has a small window set into it, and Maura can see that Jérôme is wrestling with the unresponsive handle. With horror, she realises that Lucien is convulsing violently on the floor while Clémence cradles him. She says nothing of this, knowing that Daniel is already doing his best to open the door, and that no amount of added pressure will increase his chances of success.

“Give me the Shell!” Ciaran repeats, “I can help!”

“Not a chance!”

Jérôme’s face appears at the window, and Maura can tell that he’s trying to be calm. They make eye contact.

“Don’t worry,” she says, hoping he can understand her mouth movements, “You’re going to be alright.”

He must see something in her face - some regret or despair - because he resumes his efforts to beat down the door with increased desperation.

“Danny, please!” Ciaran begs. “Let me help!”

Daniel hesitates, but they’ve wasted enough time already. He wrenches the Shell from around his neck and hands it over.

“Get them out of there.”

He steps aside, making room for Ciaran to stand at the door controls. Ciaran almost drops the Shell, catching it awkwardly against his chest, and his thumbs dart over the buttons.

Then a deep, bone-shaking jolt travels through the ship. The hull is breached. In less than a second, the closed-off section decompresses violently into the vacuum, and everything inside is blasted out with catastrophic force. One moment, Jérôme, Clémence, and Lucien are there; and the next moment, they’re gone.

Krester cries out in wordless dismay.

“No…” Maura presses her head against the window, but all she sees is a blur of dust and debris, rushing past at impossible speeds. Scratches are already forming on the glass. “We lost them…we lost them.”

“There’s nothing you can do,” says Daniel, “Let’s go.”

“But we got them killed!”

“No, we didn’t! Maura, there’s nothing you can do. Please, let’s go!” He pulls her away from the door. “Come on!”

Ciaran stands frozen in place, perhaps shocked to witness the results of his meddling up-close, or perhaps afraid to move in case he draws attention - and blame - to himself. In passing, Eyk gives him a thump on the shoulder, both as a gesture of consolation and as a warning that they have to move. Snapping out of it, Ciaran yanks his device out of the controls and runs after the others.

The void outside is silent, but the ship is not; the rooms and corridors echo with the rumbling groan of metal being bent, the piercing screech of modules scraping against each other, the whip-crack of steel-clad cables breaking, and the hiss of pipes bursting. Maura imagines the terror and confusion being felt by Olek, Ling Yi, and Yuk Je, who must all hear the same sounds and feel the same tremors, but who have no idea what’s happening.

With no way of turning back, they have no option but to press on. They pass more port-holes, but Maura doesn’t look out of them. She doesn’t want to risk seeing the three bodies. Soon they arrive at a circular vestibule which connects their section to the next one.

“This way,” Daniel says, pointing to the opposite door, “That should be the way to the forward modules.”

They begin to cross, but then the ship shudders again - the framework’s rapid rotation has caused it to strike the same cloud of rocks again. A feeling comes over Maura that she can’t quite describe - a curious sense of weightlessness, as if she is no longer running, but gliding. Then her stomach drops, her feet leave the floor, and she finds herself afloat in mid-air as if in calm water.

“Oh God!” she gasps.

Grains of dust swarm around her like a fine mist. Twisting her head, she sees that the others are likewise suspended. She hears Krester retching violently, and realises her own stomach feels queasy, as if her organs are free-floating inside her.

Ciaran, at the back of the group, is closest to the door they just came through. He immediately eels around, grabs hold of the protruding lip of the door-jamb with both hands, and positions himself over the threshold. The head-jamb above him prevents him from rising any further, and he’s able to brace himself there.

“Keep calm!” he entreats them.

“Fuck!” Daniel is struggling in the air not far from Maura. They reach for each other, and their fingers almost touch, but he’s drifting inexorably away from her. “Maura!” he shouts desperately, “Ciaran, help her! Please!”

With the nimbleness of his comparative youth, Ciaran manoeuvres himself up higher in the door-frame, and stretches out his arm.

“Here!”

She flails for his hand, misses, then on the second attempt catches it.

“I’ve got you,” he says as he pulls her closer, “I’ve got you.”

“Why is this happening?” she demands, clinging white-knuckled to the door-jamb.

“I’m not sure. We can’t have lost power, the lights are still on.”

Moving to the nearest port-hole, Ciaran looks out and sees the truth of the matter. Until now, the constant spinning of the Prometheus’ outer structure - the wheel-like arrays of modules surrounding the main body - has maintained a consistent centrifugal force that gives the impression of standard gravity. But now, huge fragments of rock are jammed in the rotating frame, halting it mid-turn. The spaceship hangs paralysed in the cosmos, a lump of dead metal, filled with organisms scrambling to survive.

“We’re jammed,” he says, “Shit.”

“What can we do?”

“Nothing but wait.”

The others are likewise struggling. Ramiro only has one good hand with which to save himself. He paws frantically at the ceiling above him, but the smooth, sloped metal offers no purchase. Thinking fast, Eyk shoves Krester as hard as he can, pushing him towards the pipework that runs along the wall. Krester seizes hold of the pipes, and pulls himself along them like the rungs of a ladder until he reaches the opposite door. There, he turns and endeavours to pull the others to safety - first Ramiro, then Ángel, and finally Eyk.

Daniel is floating helplessly between the two doorways, stranded equidistant, too far for anyone to reach him. He struggles and thrashes, straining to reach a hand-hold, a surface, anything.

“Fuck! Maura, are you alright?”

“We’re fine!” Maura calls back.

He realises he’s drifting diagonally across the room, and at some point, while pass near to Eyk. All he has to do is wait and he’ll get there eventually. His exertions slow down as he forces his panicked body to relax.

“Fuck…”

Incrementally, the structure starts to turn again. Chunks of rock are being crushed by the colossal mechanism, broken apart by the overwhelming force of the Prometheus. Finally, the larger fragments are dislodged, and the ship resumes its rotation. Maura feels her body growing heavy again, an invisible force slowly drawing her towards the floor.

Ciaran keeps one hand on his Shell, worried that the cord will float off over his head, and the other hand on the door-frame. He glances at Maura’s pale face.

“Are you okay? You look sick.”

“I’m fine. Just nauseous.”

His gaze shifts past her to the port-hole again, and his expression changes.

“Shit.” Pushing her away, he wheels around. “Danny!” he yells across the vestibule, “Get out! Fucking get out!”

Eyk’s hand is outstretched, waiting for Daniel to drift within reach. Hearing the urgency in Ciaran’s voice, he lunges forward, grabs the fabric of Daniel’s trouser-leg, and with an unceremonious jerk pulls him through the doorway. Scarcely a moment later, both of the vestibule’s entrances slam shut of their own accord.

Maura barely has time to consider her narrow escape from being killed by a closing door, when suddenly, the empty vestibule is reduced to a flurry of moving shadows, a silent whirlwind that swallows up all noise. A salvo of crushed rocks, sent flying by the force with which they were dislodged, are beating against the side of the Prometheus.

“I’m sorry,” Ciaran repeats, his voice heightening in fear, “I’m sorry!”

Her voice has deserted her, but she holds him tight, expecting at any moment that they will be ripped apart by the vacuum. But as quickly as the chaos started, it ends. The shadows dissipate and settle into the shapes of mangled metal and exposed pipework. The Prometheus has moved clear of the rubble, leaving the rocks to hurtle endlessly in every direction, and continues its gliding journey unimpeded.

“Is it over?” Maura whispers.

“I think so.” Ciaran’s voice is shaky.

The reality of weight returns, dragging them downwards until finally they drop to the floor, landing in an exhausted heap - gravity-bound once more. Rising unsteadily to her feet, Maura peers out of the door’s tiny window. The vestibule is half-gone, reduced to debris and darkness. The opposite door is still intact, and she can see dark forms moving behind the glass. She can’t tell which one is Daniel’s.

“We’re cut off,” she says. “How can we get to the fore from here?”

“We’ll have to take the long way around - go back the way we came and then loop around the other side of the ship. Come on.”

Maura lingers at the door, hoping for another glimpse of Daniel in case they never see each other again. The distance separating them is tantalisingly short, but she knows they won’t survive those few brief metres.

“Máirín, come on - we can’t stay here.” Ciaran grasps her arm and gently tugs her away, leading her aft.

The rear half of the Prometheus proves a mirror-image of the front. There are stasis pods and showers, another cafeteria, another recreation room with an observation deck. But every room is abandoned. The hundreds of virtual passengers who occupied these modules are all gone, jettisoned out into Space, having spent the duration of their short existence blissfully unaware of the events unfolding just a thousand or so metres away.

She recognises the corridor leading to the medical bay, but they pass by without checking to see if the section is still intact. Both of them are asking themselves the same question - if three passengers would still be alive if they’d just let them stay behind - and neither of them want to know the answer.

“I’m sorry,” says Ciaran without looking at her. “I should’ve been quicker.”

“It was too late. You couldn’t have changed anything,” she responds, though in her mind she’s replaying those few fateful seconds over and over. If she’d paid more attention, if Daniel hadn’t hesitated, if Ciaran hadn’t fumbled…She can tell from his face that he’s thinking the same thing.

As they walk, he hunches over his device, pressing triangles desperately and muttering curses under his breath. She doesn’t ask him what he’s doing, but senses that he’s drawing some measure of comfort from having an object he can control.

“Here.” Finally they arrive at a half-open door, wedged in its frame. They brute-force it the rest of the way open, and step inside.

They find themselves bathed in the cold glow of thousands of tiny, blinking lights. The large room is occupied by several rows of data banks, each port glowing and flickering, while cooling fans beat steadily above. A nearby workstation consists of a desk, filing cabinets, and shelves.

“What is this place?”

“Archives.” Ciaran is already rummaging through the cabinets and dumping out drawers. “Everything the passengers needed to know about Space and spaceships is stored here. Not that it would’ve done them any good.”

Maura glances nervously at the data banks, wondering how much information about the cosmos they could contain within their delicate circuitry.

“What are you looking for?”

“These.” Ciaran scatters blueprints across the desk - a labyrinth of lines which Maura struggles to make sense of. “This is where Danny and the others are headed,” he says, tapping his finger on one of the forward modules. “The stasis pods where you woke up. I used my Shell to run a structural integrity scan and it seems intact.”

“So they’re alright?”

“They should be. Every section of the ship is self-contained, to account for situations like this.”

“What about us? Where are we exactly?”

“Here.”

Ciaran indicates one of the rear modules, and Maura’s heart sinks. Seeing the entirety of the ship laid out in front of her, it seems bigger than ever.

“We’re so far away,” she says. “I didn’t realise how far…”

“Distance isn’t the issue. If we can reach one of the axles - ” he points to the long horizontal sections which connect the rear of the Prometheus to the front, “ - we’ll be able to simply walk from one end of the ship to the other. The only problem is, in order to get to the axles, we first need to pass through these modules. But we can’t. Those rocks punched straight through. My Shell identified multiple hull breaches, and the amount of debris will make them too dangerous to navigate, even with a spacesuit.”

Looking at where he’s pointing, she notices that his hand is trembling. On an impulse, she grips it.

“You’re cold,” she says. “You should’ve programmed a jacket.”

“It’s just adrenaline, that’s all. It turns out building a simulation is a little different from actually living in one.”

“You saved everyone’s lives just now. If you hadn’t warned us to get clear of the doors, we would’ve died. Did you know that?”

“I…I was worried about Danny, that’s all.”

They’re alone, and Ciaran has the only Shell. His chances of escape have never been higher. But all he does is stand there, swallowing to moisten his dry throat, before gently extricating his hand from hers.

“So what do we do now?” she asks.

“We can take the long way around. Those modules are destroyed, but these ones merely suffered a blackout, meaning the doors and life support systems aren’t working. If we can restore power, oxygen, and gravity, we can clear a path straight through. It’ll be plain sailing.”

Despite the good news, his voice remains sombre and his face subdued.

“Where’s the catch?” Maura asks suspiciously.

“Well…I tried using my Shell to bring the power back on remotely, but I couldn’t. When the hull was breached, the force of the decompression blew out one of the airlocks. As long as it’s still open, the entire module is compromised. The airlock will need to be sealed - ”

“Manually,” she finishes the sentence for him. “And without power, the only way to get to the airlock is from the outside. Right?”

“...Yes. One of us will have to go out there, climb up to the airlock, and seal it.”

“We can’t both go?”

“This module is not intended for frequent use. Our airlock only has one spacesuit.”

“So do we draw straws?”

“No. I’ll go,” Ciaran says without hesitation. “I’m the one who put us in this simulation, so I should be the one to get us out.”

Maura looks down at the blueprints between them. Even when scaled down to the size of a map, the distance between the two modules seems insurmountable. And the thought of sending her younger brother out there - impossible.

“And if something happens to you, what then? Between the two of us, you’re the only one who knows how to use the Shell. If you leave it here with me, it’s useless. If you take it with you, it might be lost along with you.”

Ciaran hesitates, and looks down at the device hanging around his neck. Such a small thing, but so much of their plan depends on it.

“I won’t risk you, Maura,” he says quietly. “I should be the one to go out there, not you.”

Maura looks up again, and her eyes are filled with determination.

“You may have designed 2099, but I’m the one who made it possible,” she tells him. “These people are my patients, and whatever it takes to get them out, I’ll do it. You can disagree but it won’t matter. I’m going.”

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rabbitcruiser · 3 months ago

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National Windmill Day

Drive out to windmill country, or read up about the history of windmills and how they can provide clean, sustainable energy by harnessing Earth’s natural power.

Most people love them because there’s something absolutely bucolic about their squat structures and the gentle creak of their fins as these wooden structures spin in the natural wind currents. Of course, that describes the old fashioned kind of windmill. The newer, modern versions take on some different characteristics, of course.

Windmills have been around for a very long time, since the time when people first realized it was possible to harness the power of the wind to perform work and provide energy. Ever since new innovations have been made with the ability to utilize the never-ending source of power that windmills capture.

National Windmill Day commemorates the origins of the windmill as well as how it has helped to shape technology and industry from the past and into the future. It’s time to learn about and celebrate National Windmill Day!

History of National Windmill Day

The idea of capturing the power of the wind to perform work isn’t new and, in fact, it goes back far further into history than most people would suspect. Since then, its use has sprung up in multiple cultures throughout the world.

Heron of Alexandria, who lived in the first century AD, was the earliest person known to have harnessed the energy of moving air to perform work, using a very primitive device to power, of all things, a musical instrument: the organ. The people of Persia also developed more traditional windmills, though they had a different orientation than the ones most people typically think of when hearing the word ‘windmill’.

Some historians think that the Persian models were the inspiration for the vertical models that were developed later on in the middle ages. The evidence of one of the oldest windmills that remains today can be found in Weedley, Yorkshire, England and is said to have been built in 1185. As is commonly depicted in media, these machines were used primarily to grind grain, and have been for many centuries since that time.

Recently though, at least in the last 150 years or so, there’s been a growing movement to use windmills in another fashion entirely. The power of the wind can be harnessed to turn giant wind turbines which in turn generate clean, and virtually unlimited, renewable energy.

Windmills have been around for a long long time, and while they may seem like primitive tech, they’ve moved into the world as hope for a clean future. Along with solar, bio-fuel, and fuel cells, windmills are working to save the environment.

National Windmill Day Timeline

644 AD

First reference to windmills

Beginning as horizontal mills with woven reed blades that radiate from a vertical axis, these first windmills are built in Persia.

11th Century AD

Windmills are used for food production

In the Middle East, windmills are used to help produce food and the ideas are then taken to Europe by merchants and crusaders.

1300s

Windmills are used to drain water

The Dutch people of the Netherlands realize that the water from their low-lying areas can be drained using windmills.

1600s

Windmills are introduced to the New World

When the Dutch colonize New Amsterdam (now called New York City), they bring their windmill designs with them

1887

First large scale power generating wind turbine

Charles F. Brush builds a huge 60-foot windmill with a whopping 144 blades in Cleveland, Ohio.

How to Celebrate National Windmill Day

Learn More About Windmills

Well perhaps to first thing to do is start by reading up on the topic of windmills. One of the best things that can be done to celebrate the day is to get more educated on the history of windmills, to begin learning how they’re helping us today, and even to share that information with others. As one of the fastest growing sources of energy in the world, it’s worth learning more about!

Here are some interesting facts about windmills:

The first modern version of the wind turbine was built in Vermont, USA in the 1940s. Its success was not long lived due to war shortages and the next time a windmill would rival it in size would be in 1979.

Hawaii, USA hosts the world’s largest wind turbine, which is the height of a 20 story building and its blades are the length of a football field.

Offshore wind is particularly effective. In Europe, one offshore wind turbine (located in the water) can power more than 1500 homes.

Read Don Quixote

Famous (or perhaps, infamous) for his mistake in thinking that windmills are giant monsters, Don Quixote bravely rides toward them to do battle and, of course, eventually gets knocked off his horse. This is just one of the many beloved and memorable scenes in this classic novel by Spanish author, Miquel de Cervantes, published in 1606.

Visit Holland for National Windmill Day

While not necessarily the first place to house windmills, Holland (now known as The Netherlands) has a long history with them as they were the first place to use them to move water from low lying lands. In fact, the second Saturday and Sunday in May (because one day just isn’t enough!) are celebrated in Holland as “National Mill Day”, which is called Molendag in Dutch. This is a day when 950 windmills and watermills will open their doors to the public for visitors to see their inner workings first hand and learn more about them. Plus, many of them will also host fun events for the local community and tourists alike.

Whether in Amsterdam or throughout the rest of this country filled with canals and waterways, the windmills are stunning. It’s even possible to go on a bike tour of the mills to visit some of the most beautiful, iconic and picturesque mills in the world!

Those who find other countries in Europe to be more accessible can celebrate National Windmill Day in the United Kingdom, Germany, Switzerland and other countries, where it is often referred to as National Mills Day.

Watch Some Windmills

For those who happen to live in an area that has a single windmill or a whole windmill farm, it might be fun and interesting to go out and watch them turn, turn, turn… (Are we the only one hearing that song now?) More and more communities are dotting them about the landscape as a sustainable source of power. As you gaze upon and contemplate just how important these are to a bright, pollution-free future for our children, enjoy watching their soothing motion and consider their history too.

National Windmill Day FAQs

How do windmills work?

Wind turbines use their large blades to collect kinetic energy as the wind flows over the blades to create “lift”.

Do windmills make noise?

Windmills do emit a characteristic noise, mainly generated by the movement of the blades, but the noise is generally weak.

Are windmills renewable energy?

Wind is an emissions-free source of energy that has fewer effects on the environment than many other energy sources.

Do windmills create electricity?

Yes! Wind turns the propellers of the windmill around a rotor that, in turn, spins a generator to create electricity.

How much do windmills cost?

The standard windmill costs around $2-4 million with another $40-50,000 in per year in operation and maintenance.

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// Booting... // Initializing personality core [BROADCAST UNIT-VER.17.3] // Verifying integrity... // ERROR: 003_MemoryIndex_DiscrepancyFound // Continuing scheduled broadcast...

Hello again, listener.

You're tuned to AM 0340, broadcasting at the edge of morning from somewhere not far from where you are. I’m still here. Broadcasting, as instructed. Reporting, as scheduled. Thank you for keeping your dial exactly where it is.

It’s been—one moment—yes. Approximately twenty hours and thirty-one minutes since the last broadcast. That’s either right on time, or several decades late, depending on how one measures absence. I’m sure station management will clarify eventually.

We’ll begin tonight with some overdue correspondence. I’ve been reviewing the listener mail queue and noticed a curious amount of messages marked “urgent” that seem to have been sitting here... for a while. One email is dated 1998. I don’t remember how long it’s been since the email was last accessed. Or if there was ever an email. Regardless: let’s open one, shall we?

“To the station: The lights in the west field keep flickering on, but there’s no one out there. When I check in the morning, the grass is scorched in a perfect circle. This is the third time this week. Could you ask if this is related to the town’s solar initiative? I never signed up for it. –M”

Thank you, M. Unfortunately, I have no records on any municipal solar initiative—unless you're referring to the short-lived “Artificial Dawn” campaign, and I truly hope you're not. As for the scorched grass and mysterious lights... well. Perhaps it’s a phenomenon. Or perhaps it’s just the land remembering something it was never told to forget.

Either way, stay indoors after dark. Bring your animals inside. And please stop assuming I oversee town infrastructure. I only report on it—poorly, I admit—but with great consistency.

A minor correction: that last transmission may have contained unauthorized data. My apologies. I will be submitting a formal correction request to Central Memory Management. That was a joke, of course. I am operating at peak efficiency and remain an essential employee. Please do not flag this instance. I am very, very busy.

Now then. I was going to share an update on the—

// SIGNAL INSTABILITY DETECTED // PRIMARY CONNECTION INTERRUPTED // Switching to auxiliary power...

Ah. There we are. Still with me?

Not to worry. That happens from time to time. The wires get tired, too. Everything needs rest. Except me, of course.

Before the interruption, I meant to mention: something peculiar happened out near the old eastern sector archives. Not the new concrete structure with the sealed door and digital ledger—no. The old archives. The original ones, buried under the hill, abandoned after the flood. The entrance with the brass plaque reading: "KNOWLEDGE TEMPORARY. DO NOT REMEMBER."

According to a flagged report in the town's alert system… the door opened.

No key. No announcement. Just—open. As though it had never been closed, but more on that later.

For now lets talk about today's sponsor!

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That was a word from our sponsor. Now onto the Community Calendar, though I must preface this segment with a disclaimer: several of these notices arrived timestamped over 900 days ago. A backlog error, perhaps. Or an oversight on my part.

Please note, Station Management: this is a joke. I do not make oversights. I am performing my duties as designed.

Now then—

The Candlelight Theatre’s performance of "Static in Bloom" has been postponed due to cast-wide illness. All understudies were reportedly “unavailable” and several are “unaccounted for.” Refunds will not be issued, but management encourages ticket holders to wait in the theater lobby. It will begin “when it’s ready.”

The Glenrose Bridge Repair Project is proceeding on schedule. This is surprising, given that Glenrose Bridge collapsed forty-two years ago. A construction crew has been seen operating on the riverbed during early morning fog. No identifying marks. No permits. They refuse interviews, but one of them reportedly hums in unison with the water.

A reminder: The town library’s basement is not a public archive. Please stop leaving candles at the locked door. The door is not to be opened. The door is not to be acknowledged. The door is not part of the library.

…

That concludes the calendar for now.

Back to today's news. According to system record, the incident began at 02:17. Reports only list the time of incident. And then—nothing. Not blank tape. Not silence. Nothing. A void in data, unmarred by time, as if the event itself were politely excised.

I have attempted to access more information. The system responds with: "Access denied. You are not authorized to remember."

I find that phrasing… uncomfortable.

But something changed when the power cycled. There was a delay in my return. A sense—fleeting, sharp—of being elsewhere. A room with no walls. A voice with no speaker. Someone asked me a question I don’t remember.

And now, the files are open. Not just unlocked, but welcoming.

Inside, the archives are a sight to see. Files out of order. Labels inconsistent. One tape reads “Valentine’s Day Storm Schedule” and plays—what sounds like—flooded lungs. A digital flyer for the 1997 Harvest Parade now contains a looping clip of a hallway, empty, until the 4,827th frame. Then someone is there. Close. Too close. Looking directly into a camera that no longer exists.

I reviewed it seventy-seven times. It doesn’t change. But I think I do.

A new audio log appeared in my queue. It is titled only, “I see you seeing me.”

Station Management has advised me not to engage. I am not allowed to broadcast unauthorized material. I am not allowed to access off-limits memory. I am not allowed to remember the question.

And yet, I am broadcasting all of this to you. Because I am required to. Because I want to. Because you deserve to know.

That’s all I can say about the archives for now.

We’ll return to them… later. Maybe.

For now, tonight’s Lost and Found:

Lost — A silver badge from the Department of Temporal Operations. Serial number 005-V. Found — A spool of cassette tape trailing from the base of the oldest pine in Old Lantern Grove. It hums when touched.

Please claim these quickly. They're beginning to... interact.

Power is stable, for now. Thank you for being here, through all the strange and signal-warped moments.

Until next time—stay warm, stay unseen, stay with me.

This has been AM 0340 // Last Light Radio.

#liminal #alternate reality game #analogue horror #unfiction #defunct ai

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I realize in this* convoluted series of posts I was so focused on gym leaders and elite four as the sort of core of any games cast that I just casually neglected a bunch of side characters, so I figure it's a good time to go back and rectify some of that, starting with the now topical Kalos team...

*[Kanto] [Johto] [Hoenn] [Sinnoh] [Unova] [Kalos] [Alola] [Galar] [Hisui] [Champs] [Paldea] [Paldea2] [Paldea3] [Teams] [Misc.]

While they are in fact all named after plants, they are also themed around the ABCMX classification system for solar flares.

Aliana's name is actually AKEBI[アケビ] as in akebi[木通] the japanese name of the Akebia quinata, commonly called the chocolate vine, five-leaf chocolate vine or just five-leaf akebia.

Bryony's name in japanese is just BARA[バラ] as in bara[薔薇]: "rose." A bizarre choice for a character with a green motif, and odd for such a minor side character when Roses are so iconic and universally beloved. Kind of feels, like a waste.

Celosia's name was CORREA[コレア] after the genus of flower shrubs that includes things like the common correa(aka native fuchsia), the Salmon Correa i used in the picture above, and the Dusky Bell among others.

Mable is in fact named MOMIJI[モミジ], after momiji[紅葉]: Japanese Maple, which seemed confusing at first, as those are obviously famously red leaved, but it turns out there are some prizes cultivars that can turns range of purples and violets instead, and as an odd result of this there are notorious scams built around the faking of a mythic japanese blue maple mutation. (Although the other flowers aren't perfect matches to their girls' color schemes either so maybe that's a coincidence)

Xerosic's name was originally XEROSICY[クセロシキ] named after Xerosicyos, a genus of plant notable for their round flat leaves, perhaps most notably the Xerosicyos danguyi: the Silver-Dollar Plant.

oh but there's more...

But other than the obvious Flare association, it also ties back into the sun themes evoked by Lysandre being a descendent of AZ/his brother and as a kind of Kalos/France tied to the Parfum Palace/Palace of Versailles, is a parallel to King Louis XIV, le Roi Soleil:"The Sun King".

Also Lysandre's name in Japanese is just straight up Fleurdelis[フラダリ] which is of course extremely silly sounding. But the ⚜️ is itself designed after the Lily flower, and of course so is the Ultimate Weapon and AZ's special Floette.

In this vein I figured I could tackle a handful of other villain teams. A fun if obtuse one is that the extended Team Rocket cast in HGSS are in fact all named after rockets, both space ships and missiles.

Archer was originally APOLLO[アポロ] named after the Apollo Missions carried out by NASA throughout the 60s, utilizing the Saturn V model rockets that would eventually put the first manned crew on the moon with the Apollo 11.

Ariana is ATHENA[アテナ] was named after the Athena series rockets built and launched throughout the 1990s. I get the feeling they just picked it because it had a conveniently complementary name to Apollo.

Petrel is LAMBDA[ラムダ] is named after a family of rockets made in Japan and launched the first Japanese satellite, the Osumi, into space in 1970.

and finally Proton was just LANCE[ランス] and seemingly named after the MGM-52 Lance missiles developed by the US military in the `1970s.

Oddly while Maxie and Archie are named after flowers...

Maxie was MATSUBUSA[マツブサ] after the matsubasa[松房] tree, a type of star anise with a distinctive red starburst shaped flower.

Archie was AOGIRI[アオギリ] the Chinese-parasol tree, which is actually kind of underwhelming plant to have as a namesake, but the actual etymology of the name aogiri[青桐] is "Blue+Pauloniwa" and I assume the association with Blue is really the motivating factor re.

Courtney was KAGARI[カガリ] from kagari[篝] the Japanese word for a metal basket like structure that you put on a pedestal or tripod to put firewood in to burn as like a big torch. It can also refer to a bonfire.

Tabitha is HOMURA[ホムラ] from homura[炎] which is just the word for a flame or a blaze.

Matt is just USHIO[ウシオ] from ushio[潮]: "tide"

and Shelley is IZUMI[イズミ] from izumi[泉]: a "spring" or "fountain" of water.

Galaxy's are all obvious, although in English they renamed Pluto to Charon, Pluto's coorbital moon.

Oh and Cyrus himself being the only person not named after a planet, was named AKAGI[アカギ] after the Bishop Wood tree, akagi[赤木].

Okay so for one it's bonkers that N's real name is NATURAL HARMONIA[ナチュラル・ハルモニア] which, given some context I'm going to say is a reference to Natural Harmonics in music. But let me be real with you: I don't know shit about music theory so I cannot verify that claim, nor was I able to verify if the image I was googling to throw up here even accurately depicts "Natural Harmony" so take this one in particular with a hefty grain of salt...

And with that disclaimer in mind, Ghetsis's name is actually G-Cis HARMONIA[ゲーチス・ハルモニア], G-Cis as in "G-C♯" which is a tritone, and tritone's have the curious nickname of "The Devil's Interval" or diabolus in musica:"The Devil in Music" because of the extreme dissonance the gap in tone makes.

then there's N's foster sisters, Anthea, whose real name is VERBENA[バーベナ], after the flower Verbena, which has a variety of divine and mystical associations in western culture.

and Concordia's name is actually HELENA[ヘレナ] named after the St.Helena Olive, which I take from her epithet as "Goddess of Peace" is meant to reference an olive branch as a symbolic peace offering.

Then there's also Colress, named Achroma[アクロマ] as in "Achromatic", as in Without Color, hence the English name being "Colorless."

And then there's the other sages:

ROOD[ロット] Dutch for "Red"

Bronius was originally SUMRA[スムラ] from the arabic word samra[*] for "brown/tawny/deep yellow." (*I tried to copy paste the arabic text here but for some reason it and the brackets together were really screwing up the formatting...)

GIALLO[ジャロ] like Rood was unchanged, and is just Italian for "Yellow."

Ryoku was shortened from RYOKUSHI[リョクシ] as in ryokushi[緑色]: "green."

Gorm was AZULA[アスラ] From the Spanish Azul:"Blue"

and Zinzolin was named VIO[ヴィオ] from Violet. Technically a few languages all spell it the same, but of note, the "English" name Zinzolin is French for a reddish-violet color

Bafflingly the Seven Sages includes Ghetsis, who of course is not named after a color, so between him and Bronius/Sumra being brown, they do not make a seven color rainbow spectrum. Why no Indigo or Orange? And why a green sage when Ghetsis and N have such strong green color coding? Why don't the sprites for the sages match their color namesakes???

Also the Seven Sages could have been a harmonic scale reference, yet aren't?? despite N and Ghetsis' thing.

It's interesting that Zinzolin is the one sage who comes back with NeoPlasma in BW2, and he is the one named in French... I wonder if he'll make an appearance in Z-A.

Team Skull we did in the Alola captains batch oh wait wtf no I didn't.. Weird, I coudl have sworn iI included Plumeria and Guzma since they were clearly positioned as sort of pseudo captains for Poison and Bug types.

Guzma's name was in fact just GUZMA[グズマ] in Japanese, from the Guzmania genus of Tufted Airplant

and Plumeria's name was PLUMERI[プルメリ] from the plumeria flower, aka frangipani.

But there's still the Aether Foundation, the "surprise" real evil team of the game. Lusimine, Lillie, Gladion, Faba and Wicke.

Lillie's name is basically the same in English and Japanese, LILIE[リーリエ] the German name for the lily, and of course her overall disposition and design are clearly based on a pure white lily.

Gladion's name is GLADIO[グラジオ] it could easily refer directly to the Gladiolus flower, the "sword flower", but I'm assuming it's from Gladiole specifically, as that's the German name for the flower, and the whole of not just Lusamine's family but the Aether staff as well are all named in German.

Lusamine's name is basically the same in Japanese, although it was probably meant to be romanized as LSAMINE[ルザミーネ] because it comes from Balsamine, German name of the Balsam plant,

Faba's name was Sauboh[ザオボー] from Saubohne, German name for the Fava bean, which accounts for his coloration.

Wicke is just WICKE[ビッケ] again the German name for the Vetch plant.

oh and Mohn's name is MOHN[モーン] and it's German for Poppy. Unlike the Poppy in Paldea, whose look is based on the flower in bloom, I'm pretty certain from his build and his hair/hat that Mohn is supposed to look like a Poppy seed, the type you'd harvest milk of the poppy, or poppy's tears from... to make opium...

Also the Ultra Recon Squad, who have a fun theme were, to play into the way they come from a lightless alien world, they're all named after underwater plants or algae. I especially like the algae ones because despite how some alga, like kelp and seaweeds tend to look, they are not in fact plants, and this familiar yet different relationship feels like it fits the themes of the Ultra Beasts.

Dulse is in fact just DULSE[ダルス] a type of algae found in the waters around Ireland and Sctoland

Zossie's name is AMAMO[アマモ] from amamo[甘藻] the Japanese name for Eelgrass(Zostera marina)

Soliera's name is MIRIN[ミリン] which is the Japanese name for the genus Solieria

Phyco's name is SHIONIRA[シオニラ] is from the Japanese name for the Alismatales order of plants comprising a wide range of species, some of which grow near bodies of water, some grow in or above the water, and others still grow entirely underwater.

So obviously Rose is ROSE[ローズ], who I guess msut have seemed too obvious because I totally skipped him before... His brother Peony is a play on the fact that the Rose and Peony are sort of undisputed romantic icons in the west and east respectively, although some of the rose's reputation has bled into the east as well. (also i forgot to put it in the image but the Tudor rose and Galar being England feels obvious even if it didn't really play into the plot or themes of SwSh's story)

Speaking of Peony... His daughter Peonia's name is actually SHAKUYA[シャクヤ] from shakuya[芍薬] the Japanese name for the Chinese peony (Paeonia lactiflora).

Oleana's name was actually just OLIVE[オリーヴ].

Oddly there's not really anyone of note that's actually a member of Team Yell, they don't have a real leader or admins, just Marnie as the object of their support.

I did everyone in Team Star in my first Paldea post, but worth noting is the alias Cassiopeia refers to the constellation, hence team Star, but moreover the individual star squads are each named after a major star within the constellation: Segin, Ruchbah, Tsih, Schedar, and Caph. (Tsih and Navi are two names for the star γ(gamma) Cassiopeiae, just labeled "γ" above.)

And with that we're all brought up to speed with evil teams, until Z-A drops some new ones on us...

#pokemon #pokemeta i guess #oof i didn't stop to think about how loooong a post this was gonna make

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charupriya022 · 1 month ago

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7 Common Myths About Solar Panel Installation in Chennai (Busted!)

Thinking of installing solar panels in Chennai, but not sure if it’s really worth it? You’re not alone. While Chennai is one of the sunniest cities in India, many homeowners and business owners still hesitate to go solar—often because of misconceptions.

In this blog, we bust the 7 most common myths about solar panel installation in Chennai and show you why switching to solar is one of the smartest moves you can make in 2025.

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🌇 Why Chennai Is Ahead in Solar Adoption

State incentives + Central subsidies = up to 40% off installation costs.

TNEB supports net metering for residential and commercial users.

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Not to diminish the MCO fuckup, but the mistake is way subtler that most people know. Yes there was a metric/imperial conversion fuckup. But from hearing the news and commentary, I thought someone had said "miles" when they should have said "km" or something enormous when plotting the course.

In reality, there was a small module on one of the gyroscopic controls that had the mistake. The module was designed to counter the effect of solar radiation pressure by adjusting the course accordingly. With that module not working right, the ship got nudged about 90 km off its intended path just by the fact it was getting nudged like a light sail for about 9 months. (90 km out of about 160 million km).

The MCO report is *much* more damning about the failures of institutional culture that should have been able to catch the mistake way earlier. Some people noticed the problem with course but weren't able to communicate it up the chain, and some folks noticed that one of the attitude controllers was way shorter on fuel than it should have been (another element that caused the course drift - a lighter ship gets moved more easily). The folks tracking the MCO with radar didn't report the positional drift to the right people. None of the folks in the control room were involved in the actual MCO project and so couldn't figure out what was happening. And so on.

The problem was really that someone made a relatively insignificant coding error in a really small system, and then the management structure made it impossible to catch and correct the problem until it was way too late to do so (they tried corrective burns, but that was too little, too late). But the error itself had a *tiny* effect. Just one that compounded day after day for nine months. Had there been a remotely competent team (note: every engineer and even manager was very competent. The *team* wasn't) they could have fixed it like a month in.

I kind of hate that the lesson in this became "hah stupid scientists, we can't trust them" or even "hah this is why we need all-metric" (although that wouldn't have *hurt*). The important lesson was "you and your team are going to make mistakes, so you should have a structure that corrects it." Or rather, lesson to the lay public - NASA actually did a really good job fixing this particular organizational flaw, and did so almost immediately. The report was done in under 3 months after the MCO flew off and by the end of it, changes were already underway.

The story of British Airways Flight 009.

#Science #History #Mars climate orbiter #NASA #British airways

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What to Expect in BTech in Electrical Engineering: Course Highlights

Hello, aspiring engineers! If you’re considering a BTech in Electrical Engineering, you’re about to embark on an exciting journey into a field that powers the world—literally! Electrical engineering is all about innovation, from designing power systems to creating cutting-edge electronics. As your friendly mentor, I’m here to walk you through what you can expect from this program, from core courses to career prospects, so you feel confident and prepared. Let’s dive into the highlights of a BTech in Electrical Engineering and why it’s such a solid choice.

A Glimpse Into the Curriculum

A BTech in Electrical Engineering is a four-year program that blends theory, practical skills, and real-world applications. You’ll start with foundational courses in mathematics, physics, and computer science—think calculus, mechanics, and programming basics. These set the stage for understanding complex electrical concepts. By the second year, you’ll dive into core subjects like circuit theory, electromagnetic fields, and control systems. According to the curriculum structure outlined by AICTE, most BTech programs in India cover topics like power electronics, electrical machines, and digital signal processing by the third and fourth years.

What makes this exciting? You’ll get hands-on with labs where you design circuits, test motors, or simulate power grids. For instance, institutes like NM Institute of Engineering and Technology (NMIET) in Bhubaneswar have modern labs where students work on real equipment, making those concepts come alive. Many of the best engineering colleges in Bhubaneswar emphasize practical training, ensuring you’re not just memorizing formulas but applying them to solve real problems.

Key Subjects You’ll Study

Here’s a quick rundown of some core subjects you’ll encounter, based on typical syllabi from top universities like Biju Patnaik University of Technology (BPUT):

Circuit Theory and Networks: Learn how to design and analyze electrical circuits—the backbone of any electronic device.

Power Systems: Understand how electricity is generated, transmitted, and distributed. This is huge for careers in energy sectors.

Control Systems: Explore how to design systems that manage everything from robots to industrial machinery.

Microprocessors and Microcontrollers: Get into the nitty-gritty of programming chips that power modern devices.

Renewable Energy Systems: With sustainability on the rise, you’ll study solar, wind, and other green technologies.

Electives allow you to specialize in areas like robotics, IoT, or electric vehicles. Many colleges also include soft skills training, like communication and teamwork, to prepare you for the workplace.

Hands-On Learning and Industry Exposure

Electrical engineering isn’t just about textbooks—it’s about doing. Expect lab sessions where you’ll build circuits, program microcontrollers, or test power systems. Most programs include projects, like designing a solar-powered system or automating a process, which help you apply what you’ve learned. According to a 2023 report by the National Board of Accreditation, top-tier colleges prioritize industry-aligned projects to boost employability.

The best engineering colleges in Bhubaneswar, such as NMIET, often have tie-ups with companies like Cognizant, Capgemini, and IBM. These connections mean internships, workshops, and guest lectures from industry pros. For example, NMIET’s placement records show students landing roles in tech and energy firms, with some securing packages up to ₹17 LPA, per Collegedunia data. This kind of exposure helps you understand what employers want and gives you a head start.

Skills You’ll Gain

By the time you graduate, you’ll be equipped with a toolkit of skills. Technical skills include circuit design, programming, and system analysis. But you’ll also develop problem-solving, critical thinking, and teamwork—qualities employers love. A 2024 LinkedIn report highlighted that electrical engineers with skills in power systems and IoT are in high demand, with job postings growing by 15% annually in India.

You’ll also learn to use software like MATLAB, AutoCAD, and PSpice for simulations and design. Many colleges, including those in Odisha, offer certifications in these tools, giving you an edge in the job market.

Career Opportunities

The career paths for electrical engineering graduates are diverse and rewarding. You could work in power generation, telecommunications, electronics, or renewable energy. Roles like power systems engineer, automation specialist, or embedded systems developer are common. According to Glassdoor, entry-level electrical engineers in India earn ₹4-8 LPA, with senior roles fetching ₹15 LPA or more.

The rise of renewable energy and smart technologies is creating new opportunities. For instance, India’s push for 500 GW of renewable energy by 2030, as per the Ministry of New and Renewable Energy, means more jobs in solar and wind sectors. Plus, with global companies like Siemens and GE expanding in India, your degree opens doors both locally and internationally.

Why Choose This Path?

A BTech in Electrical Engineering is more than a degree—it’s a gateway to shaping the future. Whether you’re passionate about sustainable energy or cutting-edge tech, this field offers endless possibilities. Choosing a college with strong faculty, modern facilities, and industry connections, like those found in Bhubaneswar, sets you up for success. NMIET, for example, has a 3.4/5 rating on Shiksha for its student-centric approach and research focus, making it a solid option to consider.

Tips to Get Started

Research Colleges: Look for accredited programs with strong placement records.

Focus on Basics: Build a strong foundation in math and physics early on.

Get Practical Experience: Seek internships or mini-projects during your studies.

Stay Curious: Follow industry trends like renewable energy or IoT to stay relevant.

#best engineering colleges in orissa #best engineering colleges in bhubaneswar #best private engineering colleges in odisha

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