#reflectron

[puzzlenation]

Product Review: Reflectron and Egyptian Triglyph

[Note: I received a free copy of these puzzles in exchange for a fair, unbiased review.] Forgive these somewhat shorter reviews, but it’s really hard to talk about brainteasers and puzzle boxes without accidentally spoiling them for users. So you get a two-for-one review today! The Rubik’s Cube is one of the cornerstones of brain-teaser puzzling, but the twisty puzzles inspired by that classic…

[falloutconceptart]

Reflectron

Concept art for Fallout: New Vegas

Art by Joe Sanabria

[thefalloutwiki]

Pictured: Reflectron concept art by @JosephASanabria. Note the early version of the New Vegas logo.

You can read more about the Reflectron here

You can also see more of Joe's work here

[winknotable]

Posting my lil reflectron of my courier!! His name is Porter and he has memory problems and has a melee of 6.

[majimasprincess]

restarted my new vegas playthrough with the special build i used for my lone wanderer. i actually managed to make a good looking character with the reflectron ^_^

[trampslikeusinthetardis]

Started a new playthrough of New Vegas that I want to be like… THE definitive run for my OC. So in an effort to actually stick with it, I’m gonna chronicle the (mis)adventures of my Courier Six. This is a HEAVILY modded playthrough and hopefully I’ll remember to grab some screenshots from time to time. Thus begins the journey of former Desert Ranger-turned courier, Paige Orlowe! Which starts with her getting her stupid ass ambushed. And then shot. In the head. Twice.

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The first sensation she felt was blinding light. The second was a whole helluva lot of pain. OK, ow. Definitely still alive, somehow… she thought, squinting as she tried to sit up.

“You’re awake…how about that…”

“Y-yeahhhhhhh, I think that’s a mistake, Doc,” Paige quipped through gritted teeth. She was fairly familiar with the small town of Goodsprings and its inhabitants, and while this wasn’t her first time seeing Doc Mitchell, it was never for something this bad.

To his credit, the doctor chuckled at her joke and handed her a Reflectron to make sure he put everything back where it was supposed to be. “Couldn’t do anything about the scar, miss,” Doc apologized. “But I figure I got most of it right, stuff that matters.”

“Well, I never was plannin’ on making money off my good looks,” Paige remarked dryly, gingerly touching the scar. Must still be under the effect of Med-X, she thought. It barely registered to her touch, but it was definitely the source of the migraine. Her whole body ached something fierce, which she presumed was probably because she used to be dead. She gently combed a bit of her hair with her fingers and found it was easy to conceal the wound. Some scars were cool, helped you get a few free drinks. Until she got the lay of the land again, best not to go advertising her worst moment.

“OK, well, if you’re awake and able to touch that with minimal discomfort, don’t make much sense to keep you in bed anymore,” the doctor said, standing up and offering his arm to help Paige up. Nodding slowly, she took his arm and stood up shakily, clearly focusing on just keeping herself upright.

The doc ran her through a Vigor Tester exam and a psych eval, which helped distract her from the pain. “OK, that about does it,” he said, closing the small folder and smiling softly. “I put your items in that footlocker over there; sorry for going through your stuff, but it was kinda unavoidable with the whole ‘trying to save your life’ thing,” Doc explained.

“No need to apologize, doc”, Paige replied, walking over and opening it. Guns, check. Armor, check. Pip-Boy, check. Ammo, meds, food… check. Platinum-

“Shit. Hey Doc, did you see a poker chip made of platinum when you brought me in?” she asked, concern clear in her voice.

“Can’t say I did. All I found on ya, I put in there. Might wanna go talk to Victor, he’s the one who dug you up and brought you here,” the doctor replied.

“Thanks, I will,” she said, frowning. If the Chip is gone, then whoever that fuckwad in that dumbass suit was probably has it, she thought as she put her kit back on. The courier adjusted her chest armor carefully, making sure it was secure but not too constrictive. Next her boots, then the duster with the Old World flag on it. Finally, the slings and holster for her guns: her repeater, lever-action shotgun, and her trusty six-shooter. Paige checked each one to make sure it was still fit to fire safely; her revolver still had one dead cartridge in it, the only shot she was able to get off before one of the Khans jumped her. Sighing quietly in frustration at her fuck-up, the courier ejected the round, chambered a new one, then swung the cylinder back into the revolver with a satisfying click!

The doctor watched her quietly, a sad expression on his face as she checked each firearm. “I expect you’ll be wanting to get out there, but if you have any questions, I’ll be here,” he finally said gently, as she holstered the revolver and turned to face him.

“Thanks for patching me up, doc,” she said, pulling out a pair of aviator sunglasses. “I gotta get on the move, but if I do need anything, I’ll letcha know.” She bent down and pulled the last thing out, a dark, large-brimmed hat with a single red stripe around it. Paige put it on, gave the doc a final warm smile, and walked out the door…

[sayalibhokare]

Q-TOF Mass Spectrometry Market USD will reach 1270.5 Mn by 2025,

Time-of-flight mass spectrometry (TOFMS) is a mass spectrometry strategy in which the particle's mass-to-charge proportion is determined by measuring the particle's time of flight. The particles are accelerated by a known strength electric field. As a result of this acceleration, the particle has the same kinetic energy as any other particle with a similar charge.

The Q-Tof is a hybrid quadrupole time of flight mass spectrometer that can perform MS/MS analysis. In MS mode, the quadrupole serves as an ion guide, while in MS/MS mode, it serves as a mass selection device. A reflectron time-of-flight (TOF) analyzer is positioned orthogonally to the quadrupole and serves as a mass resolving device in both MS and MS/MS modes. To induce fragmentation in MS/MS experiments, a collision cell is placed between the quadrupole and the TOF analyzer. The final detector is a high-sensitivity microchannel plate.

The Q-TOF Mass Spectrometry Market has been classified based on application into biotech applications, pharmaceutical applications, food and beverage testing, environmental testing, petrochemical applications, and other applications

Read more @ https://bhaokresayali.blogspot.com/2021/07/global-q-tof-mass-spectrometry-market.html

[skykittywhatchamahcallit]

Since AO3 Isn’t working

Here’s the 1st chapter of Young!Courier 6

   Her breathing was slow, her head throbbing in pain. The girl groaned, opened her eyes, and closed them again. She was tired, and unwilling to get up. She opened her eyes again, and realized where she was. Or rather, where she wasn't. Within seconds, she was sitting up, her breathing fast as her vision blurred. She blinked away the black dots threatening her consciousness, and noticed a man sitting across from her. His hand was held out to help steady her, and she smacked it away. For all she knew it was... whoever had done whatever to her. Who did what to her, she couldn't remember. "Alright now, easy. You've been out cold a couple of days now."  

    "I've been what?" The girl interrupted, a confused look crossing her face.

  "You've been out, asleep, not waking up." The man clarified, "My name's Doc Mitchell, welcome to Goodsprings."

  "Goodsprings?" The name rang no bells for the girl.

  "Yeah, our cozy little town along the I-15. Here, let's start with something easy, what's your name? Can you tell me your name?"

  "Ummm," The girl hummed, she didn't know her full name. In fact, she didn't know who she was, where she was, or what she was suppose to be doing. "I dunno. I think it might've started with an A."

  "Well, that's a start. I hope you don't mind but I had to go rootin' around there in your noggin' to pull all the bits of lead out."

  "You what? Lead? I was shot?" A asked incredulously. "So that's what happened? That's why my head hurts?"

  "Yeah, up at the graveyard up north of here as I've heard. You were saved by that robot, Victor. As I was sayin', I take pride in my needlework, but you'd best tell me if I left anything out of place." Doc Mitchell reached under his chair and pulled out a steel rectangle. A reached for her side, unsure of what she though she'd find there. The doctor offered her the rectangle, and she took it reluctantly. It was a reflectron, and as she held it up, she could see what A assumed was her face.

  Her face was young and rounded, the upper left of it covered by a bandage. Her face was pale, dusted with freckles. A nasty scar traveled from the left side of her face up towards her ear. A hooked nose adorned the center of her face, below it were her thin lips. A's eyes were gaunt, the dark brown a stark contrast to her features. Her auburn hair was cut shoulder-length, framing her face in a mess of swoops. A smiled, a row of crooked teeth showing themselves on-screen. She quickly closed her mouth and handed back the reflectron.

 "I guess that's me. Look's alright, but I can't be sure." A said with a small smile.

  "Well, no sense keeping you in bed anymore. Let's see if we can get you on your feet." Doc Mitchell said, standing up. He offered a hand to A, who smacked it away on distaste. "I've got this." She muttered as she stood up. A wobbled slightly as her vision blurred once again, but she quickly blinked it away.

  "Good, good. Let's head over to that Vito-matic Vigor Tester over there. Take it slow now, it ain't a race." Doc Mitchell said as A headed towards it. Her steps started wobbly, but she quickly gained her balance. Doc Mitchell followed behind in case she fainted. As soon as A reached the tester, she braced her hands against it as her head spun. "Give it a spin, we'll see right quick if you've got all your vitals back." Doc said as A regained her balance. A quickly finished the test.

S-5

P-5

E-4

C-7

I-6

A-7

L-6

  "Yeah, that's a pretty standard score there. But that's pretty good considering what you've been through. Now come take a seat on my couch. We'll do a few tests, just 'cause your vitals are good doesn't mean that bullet didn't leave you nutter than a bighorner dropping." Doc Mitchell said as he walked towards the couch. A resisted the urge to elbow him the the gut when he looked over her shoulder. She followed him quietly and sat across from him.

 "I'm gonna say a word, and I want you to say the first thing that come to mind, alright?"

 "Alright."

 "Dog."

 "Bad."

  "House."

  "Shelter..."

  The tests took around 20 minutes, at the end A filled out a quick sheet. Doc Mitchell walked her to the door, "I hope you don't mind, but I went through your stuff. I took a look at the note, hoping to find a next of kin, but it was just something about a platinum chip."

 "You shouldn't have gone through my stuff." A growled as she snatched back her satchel.

 "I didn't have a choice now did I? Here, take this. I don't need it anymore, but maybe you could find a use for it." Doc said as he handed A a pipboy and a pipboy glove.

 "Uh, thanks?" A said as she put it on.

 "Don't mention it. And put this on so the locals don't pick on 'ya for lacking modesty." Doc said, handing A a blue jumpsuit and a pair of boots, "It might be a bit big, but you can roll up the sleeves and pant legs."

 A quickly got dressed, "Thank you."

 "Ah, no problem. You should see that Victor fellow before you leave, he pulled you outta that grave. And stop by the Prospector Saloon, maybe Sunny Smiles'll take you under her wing."

 A smiled, "Sure thing. Thanks." She turned and stepped out into the hot desert, ready for whatever the Mojave had in store for her.

[sciencespies]

Radical Experiment Reveals How The Chemistry of Life Could Have Begun in Deep Space

https://sciencespies.com/space/radical-experiment-reveals-how-the-chemistry-of-life-could-have-begun-in-deep-space/

Radical Experiment Reveals How The Chemistry of Life Could Have Begun in Deep Space

Assuming life on Earth evolved out of a hearty primordial soup spiced with organic space dust, it’s fair to ask how such life-generating molecules came about in the first place. We now have a much better idea, thanks to a new experiment.

Researchers from the US Lawrence Berkeley National Laboratory have shown how two relatively simple carbon molecules could combine around stars to form ringed compounds called polycyclic aromatic hydrocarbons, or PAHs.

It’s these small, honeycomb-like structures that make the leap from simple strings of hydrocarbon to more complex building blocks we might associate with nucleic acids and proteins.

We already know space is dusted with the stuff. In fact, as much as 20 percent of all of the carbon in the Milky Way could be locked up inside PAHs.

It also has all of the components needed to build into larger organic materials, including 3D spherical structures such as buckyballs.

Whether biology truly started with such molecules is still a matter of debate. As are questions on how these intriguing little building blocks might form.

Fortunately chemists have plenty of ideas. Some hypotheses do a suitable job of explaining certain varieties of PAH, but they struggle to explain others, while also being too slow to account for the sheer mass of material we see in the interstellar medium.

One hypothesis suggests some short-lived carbon species with unpaired electrons – molecules known as free radicals – might collide under the right conditions to build the right kinds of ringed structures at significant rate.

It’s a neat idea, but finding hard proof of this theoretical pathway hasn’t been without its challenges.

“This is something that people have tried to measure experimentally at high temperatures but have not done before,” said Musahid Ahmed, a chemist in Berkeley Lab’s Chemical Sciences Division.

To test the idea, the researchers introduced the single-ring carbon radical 1-indenyl to a radical methyl. This took place in an environment heated to about 1,150 degrees Celsius (roughly 2,105 degrees Fahrenheit).

A device known as a reflectron time-of-flight mass spectrometer then measured the jet shooting out of the reactor at high speed, spotting a basic form of PAH with just 10 carbon atoms linked up as a pair of rings known as naphthalene.

To most of us, it’s the stuff that gives moth balls their stink. To chemists, it’s a potential starting place for some cool interstellar chemistry.

“For several decades, radical-radical reactions have been speculated to form aromatic structures in combustion flames and in deep space, but there has not been much evidence to support this hypothesis,” said University of Hawaii chemist Ralf I. Kaiser.

Demonstrating a proof of concept like this is a significant step towards drawing a line from the fundamental physics of carbon formation all the way through to the rise of living chemistry.

Importantly, it doesn’t necessarily disprove other models that could explain the formation of PAHs. The same research team has previously identified a number of avenues that warrant further investigation.

“It could be all the above, so that it isn’t just one,” said Ahmed. ”I think that’s what makes this interesting.”

While we can be forgiven for the stellar origins of life holding our interest, the formation of small carbon rings also has implications for our health down here on Earth.

From burning hydrocarbon fuels and lubricants in car engines to the sizzling of bacon on the family barbeque, PAHs are also generated in quantities in our immediate surroundings.

Unfortunately for lovers of chargrilled meats, these molecules are also pretty bad for us, causing a variety of serious health conditions, including cancer.

Learning more about how they’re generated just might give us enough insight to find ways to limit their production.

This research was published in Nature Communications.

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