#Accuracy of Weighing Machine

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What Are The Aspects To Consider While Buying Weighing Scale

A weighing scale or weighing machine is the most important equipment for any industry and business. So while making a purchase, it is advisable to consider all the aspects of it. These devices are used for measuring the load of an object or an individual with a predefined scale of measurements. It’s the precision, accuracy, and repeatability of the digital weighing scales that have given reliability to deploy in various places like manufacturers, sellers, retailers, shopkeepers, and homes. Weighing scales are available in many variants based on capacity, model, technology, and price. Measuring the capacity of the weighing scale ranges from a couple of micrograms to kilograms and even metric tons. Let’s discuss the features and specifications that one must consider for choosing a weighing scale.

Accuracy of Weighing Machine

Accuracy is the first and foremost key factor, which can set the worth of a weighing scale. Digital weighing scales are preferable as they're more accurate than analog scales. If you select an analog weighing scale, over some time, the responsiveness of the spring reduces and possibly will give inaccurate values. Counting on the accuracy requirements, the deviation of the size varies between 0.5 to 0.0001% of the particular value. For applications in construction and a few manufacturing industries where the deviation of weight value is accepted, scales with high accuracy are a waste of cash. In Industries like foundries and a few gross measurement applications, a deviation of about 0.5 Kg is accepted per 100 Kg.

Analog or Digital

The design of the analog weighing scale enables it to figure out mechanisms and mechanical advantages. Analog weighing scales generally provide less accuracy in measured values. Over some time, the accuracy and repeatability of the weighing scale reduce and become inaccurate. Analog weighing scales are suitable for brief-term weighing applications and don’t require a power supply to work. The planning and construction of digital weighing scales enable it to work on AC/DC or battery-operated power supply. Digital weighing scales use load cells like strain gauge load cells or resistance load cells to compute the load measurement. The electronic computing circuit inside the weighing scale converts the load measurement to appropriate units. It displays the measured weight within the alphanumeric display like a 7-segment display and LCD display.

Display Of Weighing Scale

The display feature of the weight machine shows the weight of the product and measurement values in a display. The display features options for displaying the measurement values in predefined precision. The display consists of single or double-sided displays for reading values from either side. Displays are available in simple seven-segment type displays or multi-color LED displays.

Weight Capacity

The weight capacity of the weighing machine is the deciding factor and key feature that a buyer considers foremost. These weighing machines are available in various weight capacities within the ranges from micrograms to several metric tons. Most weight machines are selected depending on the industry and accuracy requirements. For instance, in the pharmaceutical industry, the weighing balance with the measuring range of micrograms to a couple of kilograms is preferable. Generally, for grocery shops and other commercial applications, digital weighing scales up to 120-150 Kg will be perfect.

Material of Weighing Scale

The material for the weighing machine differs for various sorts of applications. For pharmaceuticals and jewelry weighing scales, it should be very compact and feature a plastic body and glass finish. Weighing machines utilized in grocery stores, feature a plastic or metal body to resist corrosion. in the case of weighing machines for weighing several hundred kilograms, like in steel trading shops and in bulk weighing applications, the weighing scale features a full metal body construction with the weighing platform fabricated with steel/iron plates and steel frames for the bottom. Weighing scales also feature an anti-skid base for grip and stability during loading and unloading or weighing processes.

Operational Environment

Weighing machines are utilized in various environments like in clean rooms, tabletops of business establishments, outdoors, in dusty and moist environments, etc. Waterproof models are available for weighing liquid or weighing during a waterlogged environment. Whereas, vibration-weighing scale models are available to be used in places where there is constant vibration and mechanical movement.

Computational feature

Digital weighing scales accompany automatic features like automatic off for power saving. Price computing scales provide the computed price of the load as per the number. Memory retention and other multifunction scales are available for various applications and may be customized for industry-specific.

Application Areas

Quality Assurance & Testing

Manufacturing industries

Counting of pieces

Shipping and logistics industries

Research & laboratory testing

For usage in retail shops, supermarkets, and meat shops, etc.

With the above-discussed points, one can have a clear idea for selecting a weighing scale that matches their requirements. To buy the best available weighing scale, visit EQUAL to shop the best-in-class weighing scales at the best price in India. Feel free to ask any questions regarding this. We will be pleased to serve you. 

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Pan Size: Ø 16 mm

Features: Internal calibration, PSAC (Permanent Self-Activating Calibration)

Ideal for ultra-high-precision applications, the UCM 2A ensures exceptional accuracy for micro-weighing tasks.

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Final Thoughts

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[rottenbologna]

The machine in Barcelona colours

Pairings ♤ Ex! Alexia Putellas x reader

Genre ♤ angst

Warnings ♤ This fic talks about heavy topics such as self-harm, poor mental health, and excessive alcohol consumption. Please don't read if you're sensitive to these things.

“I don't think this is working anymore.” The words came out like a sigh of relief. There wasn't any cheating, no major fight or betrayal. Just what felt like a huge burden being let go of.

“Ok” You didn't scream, you didn't ask why, and you didn’t cry. You just accepted the decision Alexia made without a fuss and to say the older woman was surprised was an understatement.

It's been weeks in the making between the endless games with little to no rest Alexia felt like your relationship was just another thing that was weighing down her plate. She was prepared for whatever version of anger you would throw at her but the way you stared at her your eyes void of any emotion was unsettling. She would have much preferred you lashed out at her cause your calm made her feel uneasy.

“Is that all?” Alexia scoffed lightly.

“What did you expect? that we cuddle? You're the one that's had enough so can you please leave?” You open the door for Alexia. she had no choice but to walk out and you closed the door softly behind her. She waited for any signs of muffled crying or screaming but all she got was the continued unsettling calm.

From that day on back at barça it was business as usual. It's like you became a machine in barça clothes. You were clinical and precise. You passed with an accuracy your teammates hadn't seen before, timed tackles to a key and even scored goals with surgical precision they didn't expect from a center back. But they weren't blind the locker room noticed the spark that was gone.

“You ok English?” Patri asked one day before training, choosing to be the brave one to brace your unusual calm.

“Sure.” you replied flatly tying your laces even tighter not once looking up at the young midfielder.

The answer had become a popular one. No one on the team can remember the last time you'd even said a full sentence. But they left it alone at the command of Pere who was just soaking in the glory of your recent performance and Alexia the team advocate didn't seem bothered by your behavior so they figured it was better to leave well enough alone.

Alexia did noticed and she was bothered. She watched as the y/n she knew died the day she made her choice now replaced with this one. In meetings, on the pitch and even walking past each in the hallway it looked like you'd traded your soul in exchange for not falling apart.

The worst part was the silence between you and Alexia. Even on the pitch you refused to acknowledge her unless you absolutely had no choice and every now and then the older woman wonders if she maybe made a mistake. You never gave her the chance to find out either. You weren't cruel, just gone protected by buried emotions and a steel wall.

But at night when you were alone you'd sit on the balcony where you sat most nights with Alexia talking about everything and nothing all at once. You'd remember how she'd laughed and it would echo in and mix with the sounds of the buzzing city below.

The memories would take you away to the what ifs until you were up all night into the mornings where you'd turn those memories off just to lace up your boots and head to the locker room not once meeting anyone's eyes.

In your mind love and feelings were useless emotions. They didn't win you trophies so you kept them in a cage. Gone were the day's where you'd crack a joke in the tunnel where everyone was lined up to calm their nerves before big games or the one that would offer comfort after tough losses. The goals kept coming, the tackles and even assists on the pitch you were silent, effective and ruthless. You became a well oiled football machine

No one tried to come close even Jana who you regarded as a younger sister. Not even Alexia. Especially not Alexia. But even machines have points when they break. That's when you reach for things that didn't ask questions or think that you'd change.

First it was because you couldn't sleep because of memories of you and Alexia tormented you.A few sleeping pills nothing too major just something to take the edge off. Nothing major

But as games kept piling up and the pain started to break through the ground from where you worked so hard to bury it you needed something to quiet the buzzing in your head and the ache in your heart. The pills weren't enough so you added alcohol. Just a little drink after games or training until a little drink turned into a bottle or two.

You still showed up to training and games. Gave your all and repeated the cycle. Coaches noticed the effects quickly. The drop in your weight, slower reactions to the ball and the bruises that didn't heal but you quickly dismissed it as stress from the buildup of games. No one pushed too hard because even at your worst you were still winning games.

The team watched you deteriorate but still didn't approach you in fear of the dead look in your eyes. They were too afraid of confirming what they already knew cause many weren't sure what to do after they confirmed the truth or if you even would accept that truth and get help.

“Y/n what's happening to you?” Alexia asked beyond concern at this point pulling you away from prying ears. You didn’t answer though, just looked straight ahead and walked away.

The finals against Arsenal you walked in pale and trembling but the team and medical staff's concern fell on deaf ears as Pere believed you'd bring the trophy back to barça and put you in the starting lineup.

You stumbled around until the final whistle came and signaled Barcelona's defeat. You didn’t have time to process the loss or the sobs of your teammates because the world around you started to spin, the cheers, cries of joy and sadness all blended into one.

Before you know it your body finally gave up and collapsed in the field. Your teammates weren't the first to react wrapped up in their disappointment. It was your former teammate Mariona who was coming to offer comfort that noticed the way your body racked with shakes, your eyes rolled back as you foamed from the mouth.

“Ayuda!” Mariona's voice gets lost in the celebrations as she drops to her knees, turning your seizing body on your side.

“Alexia por favor.” The Spaniard is in full panic now hoping someone would hear her. Alexia's ear caught it barely and her head snapped in your direction quickly, fear and horror overtook her body.

“amor, y/n no no no” Alexia ran to your side gently slapping your cheeks hoping to snap you out of it.

“Someone get a fucking medic out here now.” Katie's voice boomed across the pitch when she noticed her teammate and the Barcelona captain on their knees in fear.

By the time paramedics were on the pitch your body had stopped moving, your eyes closed looking at the most peaceful your team had seen you in a while and while the paramedics couldn't pronounce you they knew the truth. You were gone.

While they loaded your body into the ambulance Alexia kicked and screamed apologies fighting against patris and ingrid's grip. No ears that heard it was the right one because it was said too late.

[pinturas-sgm-aviacion]

1943 05 Bf109G-1 5_JG11 Staffelkapitän Lt Heinz Knoke - Arkadiusz Wróbel

It was early morning on May 14, 1943. The Airfield at Jever, headquarters of II./JG 11, was a hive of activity with aircraft being readied for combat. Beautiful weather guaranteed that USAAF bomber formations would almost certainly appear over northern Germany. Technicians were straining to secure 250 kg bombs to the belly racks of the Messerschmitt Bf 109Gs of 5.Staffel. Dropping bombs onto four-engine USAAF bombers flying in tight formation was a new tactic recently conceived by Oblt. Heinz Knoke of 5./JG 11.

The theory was that a Messerschmitt Bf 109 would ascend to an altitude of 9000 meters, positioning over a group of bombers and release a time-fuzed bomb set to explode with 15 seconds delay. A bomb detonating between American bombers flying in close formation would, it was hoped, tear the tightly packed «Pulk» apart, simultaneously damaging or destroying one or more bombers.

This method had been employed for the first time on March 22nd, 1943, when a bomb dropped by Oblt. Knoke had accounted for one Flying Fortress and damaged two others.

By 11.00 am the technicians had finished sweating under the bellies of the four Bf 109Gs. Loaded with 250 kg bombs they were ready for take-off. Fifteen minutes later a message arrived at Jever from divisional headquarters. A bomber formation some 136 aircraft strong had appeared over the North Sea. The Messerschmitts scram- bled at 11.30 am sharp. The overloaded machines strained for altitude. The minutes dragged as the Germans clawed up to an altitude of 9000 meters.

Ahead of them, at a slightly lower altitude over Holstein, the German pilots could see numerous contrails, heralding the incoming bomber forma tion. It appeared that the target of the raid had to be Kiel. The fighter Schwarm flying in loose formation closed on the bombers. Just as they were in position to release their bombs, the Amer- icans swung into a turn. The Messerschmitts, weighed down by bombs, wallowing in the thin air, reacted slowly like turtles before maneuver ing back over the USAAF formation. Once again the bombers altered course, as if recognising what the German's intention actually was. Finally, at the third attempt, it appeared that the fighters were in position to mount their attack. At that moment the anti-aircraft artillery at Kiel's navy base opened up. The gunners salvos were accurate. Unfortunately their own fighters came under fire. 88 mm cal iber shells exploded around the fighter force, forc- ing the 109s to break off their attack and take evasive action. Oblt. Knoke's voice could be heard in the headset , "Attack separately. Good luck!"

Knoke pulled into a wide turn and looked down. The ,Yankees" had just released their cargoes of bombs over the Germania shipyard. Their accuracy was astonishing. "How do they manage that? If they continue, they will bomb us out of this war in a few months!"

However this was no time for quiet reflection. He spotted a "combat box" consisting of at least 18 Flying Fortresses flying at lower altitude ahead of him. He did his best to account as accurately as possible for the time- fuze and released his bomb. The Messerschmitt reared up a few good meters. Knoke observed his bomb plunging down towards the head of the bomber formation. Nothing ! It failed to detonate! Several seconds later three explosions appeared near the bombers. These were the bombs dropped by the remaining pilots of the Schwarm. The bomb er formation instantly broke apart. Several Fortresses, caught in the blasts of the explosions and dam- aged by shrapnel, veered out of their positions in their box. The remaining Messerschmitts and Focke-Wulf Fw 190s of the Stab and I.JG 11 appeared instantly and fell upon the heavy American bomb ers like birds of prey. A fierce battle began.

Oblt. Knoke dove in for a frontal attack on a group of about 30 Fortresses flying slightly ahead of the others. He was still a few hundred meters distance from the enemy when he felt hits in the fuselage of his "Gustav". The aircraft shuddered and Knoke banked away. The engine continued to run like clockwork. A quick glance at the instruments showed no untoward indications. Knoke decided to give it another try. He approached the formation one more time. Selecting a machine flying to the right of the group's leader, his first burst of fire slammed into the cockpit glazing. The Fortress reared up and almost stopped like a raging bull hit by a toreador's sword. A fraction of a second later the almighty bomber went down whirling into tight right spiral. At 3000 meters above the ground one of its wings sheared off. At 12.17 pm the Fortress smashed into the ground near Husum. Pulling away from the group of the remaining Fortresses, the German fighter registered more hits in its fuselage and fin. Knoke glanced at his fuel gauge. He couldn't attempt another attack, it was time to get back to base.

[cherubic-cherry]

His eyes almost closed before he saw a small stack of paper cross his vision, accompanied with a large box of thin-tipped crayola markers.

“Just a bit longer,” Bruce muttered to him, leaning out of his chair to whisper directly into Tim’s ear. He must’ve noticed Tim almost nodding off.

He was ashamed, Bruce had brought him to Wayne enterprise after Tim showed interest in his work, going out of his way to feed into Tim’s curiosity.

And what does Tim do? He spaces out the entire time and probably has embarrassed Bruce in front of his employees.

Tim hated it, but he couldn’t help it, something about the boards words made them slip out of Tim’s brain like sand. Tim’s body was beginning to feel weighed down, the extra sounds was turning out to be quite the affective replacement for a white noise machine.

Bruce didn’t seem exasperated, not by any means of the word.

“ Bernie tends to take up 85% of these meetings droning on, and 50% of that is just talking about his cat, once he wraps up we’ll be almost done. Try drawing something for Damian, he’ll appreciate the gesture.”

Tim was sure that somebody at the table heard what Bruce had said; he was not great at whispering, but they all willingly ignored it. Even going so far as to turn their heads away from Tim and Bruce.

Tim allowed himself a quiet giggle at the joke, making sure it was not loud enough to disturb. Looking down at the papers that were set in front of him and was scandalized by the concept.

It was another remainder that the Wayne’s had yet to grasp what was age appropriate for a 9 year old. For goodness sake, Tim spent his time trying to hack into the Bat-computer, not coloring.

It was juvenile, as well, that Bruce had packed the markers in his bag meant that he had premeditated the fact that Tim would use eventually get bored and need them.

Tim would be wounded from the assumption if it wasn’t proven true.

The young boy subtly took out three markers: yellow, green, black and red. He would make Damian a drawing of the Robin symbol just so he can show Damian and see him try to hide the pride off of his face.

Given how easily Damian is impressed by him, he’ll make comments about its accuracy and detail.

Tim carefully traced the edges of the design, it was image Tim was easily able to conjure up in his head.

He shaded it in carefully, making sure that the colors didn’t blend together; he became so engrossed in the task that he didn’t notice that Bruce took off his suit jacket and wrapped it around Tim’s shoulder.

He did, however, notice that the extra warmth added on to his drowsiness, making it all the more easy to allow his head to sink down onto the paper.

The voices of the board became more and more distant, slowly fading to a whisper.

Tim was able to catch a few words, something about wrapping up and Tuesday and ‘getting the kiddo home’ or ‘getting the kitten home’ either one didn’t make much sense.

He tried to put together the words, like pieces of a puzzle, but they all fleeted away the moment he heard something else.

He felt a heavy weight on his shoulder, a pleasant one yet it attempted to pull him away from his light slumber, which was something that Tim was adamantly against at that moment.

“Abba? ‘m tired,” Tim mumbled groggily, feeling Bruce’s arm wrap around him. He curled into the extra warmth, desperate for anything that will imitate the comfort of a mattress.

“We’re going home now Tim,” Bruce said softly, so soft that Tim wasn’t able to register what Bruce had said and wake himself up for the trip home. Instead he left Bruce with all the complications and allowed himself to slip into that last layer of sleep.

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On this day:

SPECTER STONES

On March 22, 1922, in Chico, California, shoppers rushed for cover as warm rocks began to pelt down upon them from the cloudless sky. Until this time, the stone-throwing phenomenon, which had begun slowly the previous summer, had been restricted to two warehouses and a clump of homes near the railway tracks. The city marshal began his investigation when the rocks changed from pebble size to handball size. The perimeter was sealed, and a search for a person "with a machine" was carried out, but ended without success. Two investigators narrowly escaped injury when a boulder hurtled down, striking the wall just above them and then denting the sidewalk. One observer reported that the stones appeared to come "from some invisible point in the sky.” The phenomenon faded away at the end of the month after having attracted national publicity. Almonds and fruit had also been known to fall on the warehouse. Also in Chico, in 1878, fish fell from the sky. In 1885 a stone weighing several tons plummeted down near the town.

From autumn 1921 until 1922, stones fell, at all hours, on a farmhouse in the Ardeche region of France and followed the farmer to the end of his fields if he ventured out. A local clergyman investigated and reported that, in the early evening, a fist-sized stone dropped straight from the sky and grazed one of the children. The stones fell from a height of only six feet. Apples also struck the house, making an apple-sized hole in the window shutters through which other apples were tossed. The fruit came flying in a horizontal direction with considerable force and accuracy, yet no one was visible in the quarter mile of empty, flat field surrounding the home.

Text from: Almanac of the Infamous, the Incredible, and the Ignored by Juanita Rose Violins, published by Weiser Books, 2009

[squad-724]

Because I don't have anything new drawn, have a

Last Line Challenge

Feat. Kix and Hunter

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“First height and weight, I know you guys differ from other clones, but I found some natborn data that should help with figuring out your correct results.” Kix led Hunter to the scale (five centimeters below normal clone height), and took his time to examine the almost healed incisions on his torso and stomach. The sergeant weighed only 60 kilograms, way below the optimal mass. His iron levels were suboptimal, Even after getting full blood the night before. Looks like the squad wasn't under equipped only with medical items.

Then came the dreaded scalp. Hunter didn't comment on Kix scanning his head, and lo and behold, he found the source of lice. The sargeants head was covered in them, resulting in the constant scratching and causing bleeding.

Next came the whole body scan with the higher accuracy medical bed.

The moment the machine booted up, Hunter's body went rigid.

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I'm tagging: @electrikworm @floundrickthewayfarer @clownery-and-fuckery @keef-a-corn

[moripartylove]

Today in the chemistry lab I made my colleague laugh so much that she dropped a very expensive "special accuracy weighing machine" (is that really how you say "Feinwaage" in English?!) and it shattered into pieces 🙃

[foxfables]

The Space Between Heart

A/N: This is Just the Plot Bunnies I Couldn’t Shake. Please Don’t Expect Any Kind of Medical Accuracy. This is inspired by House MD & a Film Called Fathers & Daughter (Loosely).

The Space Between Us.

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Aubrey Hurst.

Warnings: Talk of Death

Part 1. Part 2. Part 3.

The bell above the door chimed softly, the sound barely cutting through the low hum of conversation and the sizzle of a griddle from the back. As Spencer stepped into the diner, the scent of warm coffee and freshly cooked breakfast food enveloped him. The place had a retro charm, with faded red vinyl booths, checkered floors, and chrome accents that gleamed under the soft yellow light. A jukebox sat in the corner, quietly playing old tunes, adding to the atmosphere of comfort and nostalgia.

Spencer’s eyes scanned the room, passing over a few regulars perched at the counter, their attention focused on their newspapers and mugs of coffee. His gaze eventually settled on Aubrey, sitting alone in a booth by the large front window. The early morning sunlight streamed in, casting a golden glow over her. She sat with her back against the booth, her posture relaxed but alert. A steaming cup of coffee rested between her hands, her fingers tracing the rim absentmindedly as she stared out the window, lost in thought.

The moment her eyes caught his, her face lit up with a warm, welcoming smile. She waved him over, her eyes brightening with recognition. There was something softer about her today, less guarded than before. Spencer hesitated for a second, struck by the calm aura she radiated in the otherwise bustling diner.

As he walked over, his footsteps muffled by the checkered tile floor, Aubrey’s smile grew a little wider. She seemed genuinely pleased to see him. Spencer felt a sense of ease wash over him, the usual tension in his shoulders loosening just a bit. He slid into the booth across from her, the vinyl squeaking under him as he settled in.

The moment he sat down, Aubrey tilted her head slightly, her gaze meeting his in a way that made the rest of the diner fade into the background. It was just the two of them now, as though the world had momentarily narrowed to the small booth they occupied.

“Glad you made it,” Aubrey said softly, her voice carrying the warmth of her smile. Spencer couldn’t help but return the gesture.

The waitress approached them, her presence quiet and efficient. Spencer ordered a black coffee, the routine comfort of it grounding him in the moment. As the waitress left, the ambient sounds of the diner swirled around them—murmured conversations, the clatter of dishes being cleared, and the steady whir of the coffee machine.

Yet, despite the noise, there was a stillness between Spencer and Aubrey, as though something unsaid lingered in the air. Aubrey seemed more at ease than the last time they had met, but the gravity of her expression told Spencer that something important was still weighing on her mind, waiting for the right moment to be spoken.

Aubrey smiled apologetically, her fingers tracing the rim of her coffee cup. “I’m sorry for being so dramatic about the tie,” she said, a soft laugh escaping her. “I didn’t realize in the moment how mysterious I was being.”

Spencer watched Aubrey as she fidgeted slightly, her fingers tracing the edge of her coffee cup. Her initial smile had faded into something more contemplative. He could tell she was about to open up, and he leaned in a little closer, ready to listen.

“It’s okay,” Spencer said softly, trying to ease her into what she wanted to share.

Aubrey glanced up at him briefly, then her eyes settled on the tie between them. “I promised you a story about this tie,” she began, her voice dropping to a quieter, more vulnerable tone.

“When I was 16,” she started, “I went to this pond with some friends. It was summer, and I had just graduated from college.” Aubrey let out a soft, almost bittersweet laugh. “I kind of hated being a child in college, honestly."

Spencer nodded. he said quietly. “I was in a similar situation.”

She offered him a small, knowing smile, before continuing. “Anyway, I went swimming in this pond, and I caught an infection from the water. I didn’t think much of it at first, but it triggered a genetic heart condition I didn’t know I had.”

Spencer’s brow furrowed.

“How did they figure it out?”

Aubrey sighed. “That’s the thing. I was in the hospital for weeks, feeling worse and worse. I was reading every medical textbook and article I could get my hands on. I was convinced I had this heart condition—everything lined up—but no one would listen to me. Teenage girls diagnosing themselves with rare conditions? Yeah, doctors weren’t exactly rushing to hear what I had to say.”

Spencer winced in sympathy.

“They dismissed you.”

“Exactly,” Aubrey said, her voice tinged with frustration. “By the time they realized I was right, it was too late. My heart… it was done. They told me I needed a transplant, and for six days and eight hours, I was pretty sure I wasn’t going to make it to my 18th birthday.”

Spencer’s heart tightened as he listened. He couldn’t imagine what it must have been like for her, a teenager facing something so catastrophic. “That must have been terrifying,” he said gently.

Aubrey nodded, her gaze distant as she recalled the memories. “I was so angry,” she admitted. “Angry at the doctors, angry at the world, and even at myself. I was so young, but I felt like everything had been taken away from me.”

Spencer remained silent, letting her speak, but his mind whirred with empathy for her situation.

“Then, obviously, I got a new heart,” Aubrey continued, offering a small smile, though her eyes still held the weight of the experience. “The transplant saved my life. But what was strange was what happened afterward.”

Spencer’s curiosity piqued. “What do you mean?”

“A couple of days after the surgery,” Aubrey said, her voice softening, “I woke up, and there was this man sitting in my hospital room. I didn’t recognize him, and he didn’t stay long. He just told me, ‘Be brave,’ and then disappeared. I thought maybe I was dreaming at first.”

Spencer tilted his head slightly, intrigued. “Who was he? Did you ever find out?”

Aubrey smiled faintly. “Not right away. It wasn’t until a few years later, in med school. There was this used bookstore I loved to visit when I needed a break from studying. One day, I found this book—Fading Into Tomorrow—and there he was. James Herron. The same man who told me to be brave.”

Spencer’s eyes widened. “James Herron? The author?”

Aubrey nodded. “Yes. I was so surprised. I sent him an email, not really expecting a response, but I just had to know. And it turns out… I have his sister’s heart.”

Spencer sat back for a moment, absorbing the significance of what she had just told him. “That’s incredible,” he said softly, his mind racing as he tried to connect the dots.

Before Aubrey could continue, the waitress appeared at their table, breaking the intensity of the moment. She smiled warmly, holding a pot of coffee. “Everything okay here? Can I top you off?”

Aubrey glanced at her nearly empty cup and nodded. “Yes, please.”

Spencer waved off the offer, his coffee untouched as his mind remained focused on Aubrey’s story. The waitress refilled Aubrey’s cup, then quietly slipped away, sensing the gravity of their conversation.

Once the waitress was gone, Spencer leaned in again. “What happened after that?” he asked gently. “With James, I mean.”

Aubrey smiled, though there was a hint of sadness in her eyes. “We become friends, it strange really like he was a mentor of sorts he taught a lot about life. He taught me how to be brave—not fearless, not reckless, just brave enough to face what came next.”

Spencer nodded, understanding how that experience had shaped her. He could see now how she hadn’t dismissed his intuition about his migraines, how her own experience of not being listened to had influenced her as a doctor. She had learned to trust in the power of someone’s intuition because she knew firsthand what it was like to have her own dismissed.

“And the tie?” Spencer asked, his gaze dropping to the fabric again.

Aubrey’s smile grew softer. “Two weeks ago, James passed away. I went to his funeral, and afterward, his wife gave me this tie. It was one of his favorites. He wore it all the time—something of a symbol of resilience to him. His publisher kept wanting him to wear a plain blue. But he preferred something more colourful.”

She paused, her eyes meeting Spencer’s. “I wasn’t even supposed to be at the hospital the day we met. But I had to sign something for one of my patients. And then there you were, sitting in that room.”

You’re Olive,” Spencer said softly, noting the similarities between Aubrey and the character from his favorite book, The Space Between Hearts.

Aubrey smiled, a playful spark in her eyes. “Well, there are some differences, so don’t hold it against me.”

“When you told me that The Space Between Hearts was your favourite book, and I saw how worn your copy was… I just knew I had to give you this tie. I don’t know why, but it felt like the right”

He finally looked back up at Aubrey, his voice quiet but filled with gratitude. “Thank you,” he said softly. “For trusting me with this.”

Aubrey smiled, her eyes warm. “You’re welcome, Spencer. I think James would’ve wanted you to have it.”

As they continued to talk, Spencer couldn’t help but marvel at the strange, invisible threads that had brought them together. Aubrey’s story had not only deepened his understanding of her but also of the resilience it takes to survive—and thrive—through life’s most challenging moments.

[carbonlight]

Novel Applications of Carbon Fiber in Robotics and AI

Let's start with the basics: what is carbon fiber? Carbon fiber is a polymer of strong, thin carbon crystalline threads. The capabilities of robotics and artificial intelligence (AI) have grown exponentially well over time, and innovative materials like carbon fiber are essential to this development. It has a remarkable strength-to-weight ratio, hence transforming robotics and improving functionality, agility, and efficiency like never before. Read on to learn about some of the most inventive uses of carbon fiber in robotics and artificial intelligence, as well as how this adaptable substance is affecting technology in moving forward.

Is Carbon Fiber the Ideal Choice for Robotics and AI?

Carbon fiber is a lightweight material with incredible and practical qualities. Even metals like aluminum or steel are heavier than carbon fiber. This contributes to the fact that it is ideal for use in robotics and AI-based systems.

Robotic systems should preferably weigh less to work with speed and efficiency. This featherweight property of carbon light allows robots to move more quickly using less energy, enhancing performance for a variety of applications. Moreover, its endurance capability guarantees that robotic systems can withstand stressful climatic conditions and perform demanding tasks without compromising on functionality.

Exoskeletons in Healthcare

Carbon fiber robots are being used to manufacture wearable devices called exoskeletons, which can be used by physically impaired individuals. These devices aid in movement and walking, being lightweight and easy to move for people using them daily. 

Exoskeletons also require less energy so they can be used for long duration without the need to get charged repeatedly. Engineers have started using carbon fibers in these devices as it makes them comfortable and strong enough to support any user.

AI Technology Improvement Using Carbon Fiber

AI works best when it’s accurate, and for robots using AI, materials like carbon fiber make a big difference. Carbon fiber is super strong but lightweight, so when it’s used to build parts like robotic arms, the robots can move smoothly and with great control.

This smoothness reduces shaking or errors, which is important for tasks that need precision, like performing surgeries, inspecting tiny parts, or assembling machines. The better these robots work, the more reliable they are, and this opens up new ways to use them in industries where both speed and accuracy are crucial.

Environmental Benefits of Carbon Fiber in Robotics

Sustainability is of course the need of the hour, and the environmental benefits of carbon fiber make it a compelling choice for robotics development. Since the carbon fiber components weigh less hence they have lower energy consumption, as robots require less power to operate. The material is durable with a long lifespan so it reduces the need for frequent replacements, minimizing waste.

These traits help in reducing the carbon footprint of industries implementing carbon fiber in their robotic systems. For businesses seeking to align with sustainability goals, carbon fiber offers an eco-friendly solution without compromising on performance.

Strong Future of Light Carbon Fiber in Robotics and AI

Carbon fiber is a super light material but incredibly strong making it highly suitable for use in AI and robotics. In simple terms, robots and machines made from this will be not heavy but strong.

For instance, NASA is currently working on developing space robots made out of carbon fiber to save weight and fuel during space missions. Even on Earth, if rescue robots are made with this material, they can move through rubble and dangerous areas faster yet effectively and help save lives.

Wrapping Up…

A significant step towards achieving future objectives in terms of performance, accuracy, and sustainability is the use of carbon fiber in robots and AI technologies.

Are you interested in learning more about modern edge technologies? For the most recent information on robotics and artificial intelligence developments, visit the website.

[equalonline]

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Archange

Helios Classified Location

The two girls sat beneath the canopy of a tent. One, the older, is 15, the other, the younger, only 10. The younger clutches a stuffed bear to her chest. The hot desert wind blows around the salt flat, mixing the smell of salt with sacred incense. A scattering of Word personnel mill about checking instruments, mostly scientists, but some military. 

In the plain beyond the small clutch of tents, a mock city has been built. And in the mock city, are the Gestalts. Six of them, controlled by a command vehicle parked alongside the tents, ready and waiting.

“Begin test now.” says a tall, serious looking man in a labcoat. He adjusts his glasses briefly, sparing the two girls only the briefest of glances. The girls for their part are focused on the city.

—

The black and orange Waneta dropped from the sky like a missile. The Gestalts turned their weapons to the sky. Too slow. The Medium LAM transformed, barely slowing down as it did, firing its jets just enough to avoid destruction. It slammed into one of the Gestalts from above, crushing it. The Waneta fired its LRMs into the flank of the closest Gestalt, following it with spearing the “cockpit” with the ER Large Laser shot. It dodges the incoming fire from the other Gestalts, ducking in and out of cover and firing lasers with pinpoint accuracy. It downs two more Gestalts before one clips the handheld ER Large Laser. The Waneta discards the damaged weapon, firing LRMs and the Small ER Laser into the attacker. The fight finishes with the Waneta putting its clawed hand through the processor of the last Gestalt. 

The battle took 3 minutes. The Waneta sustained no damage.

—

“Test concluded.” The man in the labcoat says, adjusting his glasses. He looks to one of the scientists beside him, working furiously at a computer console.

“The data collection went off without a hitch.” The scientist announces. “At this rate we’ll be ready in a week, tops.”

The man with glasses grunts in response, watching the black and orange Waneta begin to walk back toward a waiting prefab machbay hanger. 

“Indeed…if we were just satisfied with mock battle combat data, that is.” The man rubs the bridge of his nose with his fingers.

“We will need real proper combat data for this to work.” He says, turning to the scientist. “Besides…do you think Archange will be satisfied fighting glorified practice dummies?” The man nods in the direction of the approaching LAM.

The scientist watches the LAM for a moment, before shaking their head.

As it approaches, the two girls spring to their feet, relief clear across their faces, the two hurrying to meet the mech at the mechbay. 

The man with the glasses shakes his head slightly, bemused.

“I’ll make sure they stay out of trouble.” He says, following. “I want to see how Mihaly is doing anyways.”

“Of course Doctor Schroeder. Blake be praised.” Replies the scientist, resuming their diligent work.

“Yes, indeed, Blake be praised…” Schroeder replies, saying the phrase by rote rather than conviction. Not that it showed. Schroeder was never one to emote, for any reason. It got in the way of his work.

—

The hanger was a bustle of activity, with mechtechs checking the LAM for damage, and prepping a replacement ER Large Laser module. Schroeder watches as the hatch of the mech opens with a hiss, and the pilot emerges, removing his neurohelmet with shaking hands and handing it to a waiting technician. 

Mihaly Dumitru Margareta Corneliu Leopold Blanca Karol Aeon Ignatius Raphael Maria Niketas A. Shilage, callsign Archange, was an old man. Schroeder wasn’t sure if his age or the countless battles he had taken part of weighed more heavily on his body. Either way, they had both taken their toll on him, as two medical staff helped him down out of his machine, and onto solid ground. The two girls, his grandchildren, helped him to a waiting seat alongside the hanger wall. Schroeder watched as he gave an affectionate pat on the head to Alma, the younger, and Ionela, the older, once he was seated.

“...I never get used to it.” One of the techs mutters nearby. “The way he can push a mech like that and walk away.”

Schroeder nods slightly, taking an offered medical readout from one of the medtechs. It was what he expected. The forces being applied to Mihaly’s body each time he used a mech were…well…it was a wonder he was still alive. They would need to work on that. Fortunately, the piloting suit they were designing for that purpose was almost ready. The next round of tests would see if it worked.

Passing the readout back to the medtech, he returned his attention to Mihaly and his grandchildren. They were seated around him, happily chatting with him, while the old man sat and relaxed his damaged body. 

Not for the first time, Schroeder wondered what his stake in this was. He supposed it didn’t matter too much, as he watched the grandfather listen to his grandchildren, and stare at the LAM being worked on by the techs. 

Schroeder brought up his personal datapad and keyed in a message to HQ.

/PROGRAM EXCEEDING EXPECTATIONS, REQUESTING PERMISSION TO BEGIN LIVE COMBAT DATA GATHERING PHASE.

He sent the message, and waited several seconds.

/PERMISSION GRANTED. BEGIN PREPPING FACILITIES AND PERSONNEL TO MOVE CLOSER TO THE FRONT LINES. BLAKE BE PRAISED.

Schroeder nodded to himself.

Blake be praised indeed…

[torpublishinggroup]

Showdown in the Skies: Aliens Vs. Dragons!

Strange lights fill the skies. So too does the beating of giant wings.

Shadows of an ominous future meet legends of a mythic past, and do battle. We do not come in peace, for here be dragons.

We’ve assembled a panel of experts to weigh in on the potential victors of each fight.

Check it.

The Xenomorph Vs. Toothless

Proposed Victor: Toothless Expert: Tessa Villanueva, Editorial Assistant

“What chance does anything even have against the Alpha of All Dragons? The unholy offspring of lightning and death itself? Yes, Toothless may look cute and adorable, but his intelligence is unparalleled–he’s been known to show smart and strategic thinking. He can fly over 100 mph and is agile and strong enough to dive-bomb giant dragons and knock them to the ground. He also has plasma blasts, unerring accuracy, and an indomitable fighting spirit that won’t quit–and he fights for his friends? Does the Xenomorph have friends? (Yes, she has a hive, but are they really friends?)”

Proposed Victor: The Xenomorph Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager

“The Xenomorph is an acid-blooded, highly adaptive social hunter who has proven time and time again that in space we can hear you scream when it bursts out your chest. She’s a star terror of cinema and has torn through the armor of the Predator, and she frequently carries me to victory royales in Fortnite. Fans of Alien (1979), Aliens (1986), Alien 3 (1992), Alien: Resurrection (1997), Prometheus (2012), and Alien: Covenant (2017) understand that Toothless, who is domesticated and trained, will be ruined, ribboned, and folded into a scary xeno-cocoon.”

Stitch Vs. Melanchthon

Proposed Victor: Melancthon Expert: Mal Frazier, Editorial Assistant

“So, you might think Stitch is going to win. Sure, there’s no way that the cutest character could ever defeat the scariest character, but we’ll give him a fair crack. Dragon #7332 (no, not your buddy’s discord username) from The Iron Dragon’s Daughter by Michael Swanwick is rusting in a heap in the disgusting child labor factory for years when he finally finds an appropriately malleable pilot and steals Jane. He’s a giant metal dragon war machine built by fairies who eat death magic and [spoilers for a book older than me] kills the entire world. Yes, the whole thing. I think he’s neat. Also he’s named after a dead philosopher which has to give you a stats boost if some kind.”

Proposed Victor: Stitch Expert: Lizzy Hosty, Publishing Strategy Assistant

“Experiment 626 was created to cause chaos across an entire galaxy. According to the mad scientist who created Stitch, he’s bulletproof, fireproof, can think faster than a computer, can see in the dark, and move objects 3,000 times his size. His first instinct is literally destruction. It’s like he was created to not only survive a fight against a dragon, but absolutely destroy them; change my mind.”

Zanj Vs. Tairn

Proposed Victor: Zanj Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager

“Okay before anything else, if space-pirate-werewolf-queen Zanj asked me to join her in (un)holy matrimony, I would ascend to her side instantly, madly, and without hesitation. By that metric at least she’s the most powerful combatant of this whole bracket, and I think we should take that into account. Max Gladstone’s phenomenal Empress of Forever chronicles the second conflict between Zanj and her allies against the omnipotent Jade Empress, who can destroy planets with her thoughts. Yeah. Zanj is back for round two. But Tairn won’t be.”

Proposed Victor: Tairn Expert: Lizzy Hosty, Publishing Strategy Assistant

“I just read Fourth Wing (I’m late to the party, I know), and when I tell you Tairn could literally destroy a whole fleet, I’m so serious. This dragon took on multiple [redacted] and didn’t even flinch. His only weakness would be keeping his rider alive, but for the purposes of this, Tairn has claimed no rider, so he’s practically invincible and nothing could change my mind. He can shoot fire, his teeth are as big as humans, his wing span could crush dozens just accidentally. Need I say more.”

Deoxys Vs. Chronormu

Proposed Victor: Chronormu Expert: a cat, Assistant Marketing Manager

“Look Deoxys might come from space, but Chronormu helped stave off the invasion of the Burning Legion. Twice. She isn’t afraid. She’s cute, she’s trans, she’s a guardian of the timeways, and when she glances at this silly triangle-island (remember that puzzle? It was awful) and chooses FIGHT, it’ll be a OHKO. Plus Deoxys has base 50 HP, no matter what form it’s in. Flop.”

Proposed Victor: Deoxys Expert: Tessa Villanueva, Editorial Assistant

“First of all, Deoxys came from outer space from INSIDE A METEOR. You cannot get more metal than that. It was on its way to destroy the world, but it stopped just to have this little battle. It’s capable of using any of its Formes to gain an advantage in battle, whether it’s Normal, Attack, Defense, or Speed. It’s also able to regenerate any part of its body! Not to mention its ultimate signature attack, Psycho Boost–sure, the recoil will lower its special attack, but no one’s going to survive that…”

[hangingoffence]

mecha ocs u say 👀 pls tell me more:]

HA are you ready for MORE world building(and science i dont know anything about but pretend to) ?! *evil laugh* strap in buddy >:)

ok SO this stuff takes place in the post-apocalyptic future. On Earth that is mostly populated by monsters that rule over the land. The air is also filled with dangerous gasses emitting from the monsters. They are dangerous for any animal to breath. Most of the gas and the monsters are concentrated in the Mediterranean sea, parts of Africa and southern Asia. Staying in warmer and dryer parts of the Earth.

Humans in this universe reside in a belt called the East Cross that spans all the way from Norway to northern parts of China. In the northern parts like in Russia humans can live quite normally due to the cold keeping the monsters away. There are also humans in southern Africa, the Americas and parts of Oceania.(but i havent gotten into them that much)

Due to the danger of the new environment humanity has advanced their technology far beyond what they would have thought which is where the mechas come in. After decades of research and studies humans have created tech that is capable of brain emulation. At first only partial brain emulation or PBE was achievable. In which a computer will create a 3D scan of the host brain and it constructs a software copy of it. The copy can be implanted into a mechanical body and through an emulator the human host can control the mechanical body from a distance.

A branch of military was created from this technology called the Android Emulation Corps(lazy name but it is what it is) or for short the A. E. C. They operate unmanned androids, called Self's through the brain emulation.

In the future, whole brain emulation or WBE was created. It is much more extreme version of the partial one. The human host's brain will be removed from the body and is sliced into small cubes which are then scanned with great accuracy. The immerse detailed scan of the brain, when ran on appropriate software is identical to the original host brain. The main difference in WBE and PBE is that WBE is able to simulate the host brains consciousness, whereas the PBE only allows the host brain to move into the copy and control it.

The WBE is a very delicate procedure and not always 100% successful. It is also not reversible and the original brain is impossible to be implanted into the biological body. But if successful, after booting the mechanical copy body the brain was implanted in, the host's personality and consciousness will live on without a biological body. Also this way if the mechanical body is destroyed the copy brain can just be implanted into a new body, basically making the host immortal.

ok not the the Self's. They are most of the time 300-390 meters in height and can weigh up to 10 000 kilograms. They are mostly made of flexible but strong materials like steel, fiber-reinforced plastic and thermoplastic. They have human proportions to make it easy for the host to pilot them. The most common PBE Self type is the Olympian. They are equipped with machine guns and a type of ultrasonic weapon that has deemed very effective against the monsters. The implanted copy brain sits in the lower spine. It is the one's used in the frontier against the monsters. The WBE Self's are commonly smaller and made for life outside of combat.

and ummm... yeah i just vomited this all here so how a bout a small snippet from my writing about the characters (im force feeding you here and you cant stop it)

He sits next to Bill and brings up his ticket to examine it. It reads. East Cross underground bullet train. From Copenhagen to Beijing C. 07:30 - 08:20. Cabin number 2. Seat number 87. “These trains really are fast.” Meyer says more to himself than to Bill next to him. In 50 minutes through the whole Eurasian continent. Impressive. “Have you ever been in one?” Now talking to Bill who fiddles his own ticket in his big fingers. “One time. When they were building the first of them. As a child.”  “Cool. I’ve actually never even been near one. Should be exciting.” Bill hums in acknowledgement and the conversation ends. Until Nemo walks into the hall. He slides opposite of Meyer and Bill and opens his mouth; “Where you sitting?” Nemo lifts his own ticket for them to look. Seat 91.  “I’m 87.” Meyer answers and Bill says that he sits in seat 75. “Hope we can still move in the train.” Nemo makes a face and pockets his ticket.

[christiangrest]

Ruger SFAR…Ultra Lightweight AR10 Perfection?

I love the idea of a .308 or 6.5 Creedmoor cartridge in an AR platform. These are nothing new, not at all. Probably 2017/2018 I decided to build one in 6.5 Creedmoor using an Aero Precision builder kit and it’s one of my favorite rifles to shoot. The unfortunate thing about it however is that it’s heavy and I mean tank sized heavy weighing in at around 15lbs with a suppressor attached. Because of the chunkiness of this build, it can’t join me on hunting expeditions. I always told myself if a viable lightweight AR-10 platform would emerge, then I would pick one up. Enter the Ruger SFAR .308 rifle. This rifle came out about a year or so ago. It’s available only in .308 and in a 16” or 20” barrel. And get this, it weighs in at just 6.8 Lbs! This is on par with the weight of a standard 5.56 AR-15 rifle. So when I had the funds and Brownells had one in stock, I thought I’d pick one up to see if it could scratch that itch I had for many years.

First impressions right out of the box, it’s light! No way can this fire a .308 cartridge. The way Ruger accomplished such a feat is they basically stretched the receiver to accommodate the longer cartridge. To the rear of the magwell, most everything is regular old AR-15 right down to the receiver extension and buffer. The bolt carrier group is truly something special. Ruger is using some sort of special alloy on the bolt that’s supposedly much stronger than a C158 bolt. The bolt itself has 2 ejectors and machined very nicely. The firing pin is made out of titanium. Ruger went out of their way to save weight in a lot of places, including the hand guard which has many lightening cuts and is void of a top rail across it on the 16” version. You’ll also notice extra gas ports close to the barrel extension and on the bolt carrier. The gas key only has a single screw instead of 2 like AR-15 bolt carrier. The rifle is a gas impingement type with a 4 position gas regulator to adjust for different ammo types and for suppressor use. Ruger does recommend a 100-200 round break in on setting 3.

I’ve had this rifle in hand for just over a week. Broke it down to check everything out and Ruger has indeed done a fantastic job with assembling this rifle. Only one range session so far, but using 150gr .308 ball ammo it was mostly a successful trip. As the manual says, using the higher gas setting during break in is necessary. I found myself having to use setting 3 when shooting unsuppressed and setting 2 when shooting suppressed. These are 1 setting higher than normal use. Accuracy was very acceptable even though I not shoot for groups as I was mostly function testing. Recoil is more than an AR-15, but very reasonable. Only time will tell, but I think Ruger has a game changer on their hands and at a stellar price! At Brownells these rifles were priced right around $1K.

[baronvontribble]

are people really using the lying hallucinating machine to: -weigh in on decisions about what is and isn't humanly edible -give coherent and true summaries of literally anything -GIVE YOU ANSWERS TO ANY SERIOUS QUESTIONS?? -FOLLOW BASIC MATHEMATICAL PRINCIPLES OF REALITY EFFECTIVELY???

take it from the person who loves writing about robots: chatGPT is fucking dumb. it works based on repetition, SEO, memetics, and feedback, none of which promote accuracy. it is the worst way to search any info you could possibly want. not only does it lie and just make shit up to make you happy, it bases those lies on aggregate sources that are boosted not by any method of actual verification, but by SEO.

what's SEO? well that's Search Engine Optimization, baby. strap in we're gonna do an example.

think about tumblr bots, alright? now, why do we block a tumblr bot? because they're annoying? no, we block them because they use their like-spamming to add search engine legitimacy to their scammy links in their bios. essentially, because of the way tumblr links to every user that ever likes or reblogs or interacts with a post on every post's individual linked page, every single one of those links is telling google's search engine that THIS scammer's page is totally legit. this boosts its algorithmic potential and makes it so that it appears higher up on search results than its scammy competitors.

but andy, you think, why are you going into a description of tumblr bots? well, reader, it's because this same principle also applies to viral posts. and what goes viral on tumblr? really funny trolling, lies, and people being generally obtuse and digging their own graves. tumblr is the town square and our algorithm is each other's interest; we delight in pointing at the latest pair of squeaky clown shoes being worn, and will drag the wearer out for everyone to see.

this. is bad. when you are an AI 'search' tool based on repetition, memetics, and SEO. because you were never taught to separate 'viral' from 'real'.

a search tool based on virality will tell you to eat a tide pod because they're a secret kind of candy. a search tool based on virality will tell you poinsettias and lilies are great to keep around your cats, and that you should put garlic in their food. a search tool based on virality will tell you that the best way to figure out whether bread is done is to stick your dick in it.

(it should go without saying but i'm going to say it anyway: DO NOT DO THESE THINGS BY THE WAY. YOU WILL DIE AND BE IN HORRIBLE PAIN AND SO WILL YOUR CAT.)

remember this rule, kids, and remember it well: a lie will go around the world twice while the truth is still getting its pants on. while it's fun to dunk and debunk, dunking and debunking doesn't reach the same eyeballs as the original thought, and by the time you're done you have five new ones to dunk on and debunk. and AI 'search' tools will never be able to distinguish the truth from the lie by design.

because here's the nastiest part of all: AI 'search' tools' results are then fed by the way people engage with the results. If the insane result goes viral, it doesn't get corrected, it gets reinforced. engagement, ragebait, corrections, all of these don't bring attention to a problem, they tell the AI it's done a good job making something that people engage with, and it will keep right on lying.

you can't if-then your way out of every lie it spits out because it's like trying to keep a lawnmower from making grass cuttings one blade of grass at a time. it's what it's designed to do. it's baked into the concept because people didn't think that their fun new toy needed to be able to tell the truth, and didn't realize what that would mean when it was asked serious questions. they just wanted it to earn more clicks, more eyes, more engagement, so that they could use that to farm more data that they can sell.

when you can't see what product being sold is, you are the product.

AI 'search' tools are genuinely dangerous, genuinely harmful to discourse, and genuinely something you should be critical of. even beyond their environmental impacts, intellectual property violations, worker's rights violations, this shit is bad, and its cousins in image and longer form text generation are worse.

we cannot allow our critical thinking skills to be eroded by these things. fight them. fight them at every turn. do not allow them into your spaces and do not allow them into your life. complacency is how they get their foot in the door to normalization, and normalization of this kind of shit is another nail in the world's coffin. i'm not kidding. it should be enough for you people that it's a theft-based hallucinatory lie machine but apparently it's not so here we are.

thank you for reading. now if you'll all excuse me, i'm going to go chug something caffeinated and deep-clean the microwave