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Relic - Pt. 14 "A World in a Grain of Sand"

PAIRING: Feyd-Rautha Harkonnen x Unnamed Ambiguous FMC

SUMMARY: ✧ Dreams are messages from the deep ✧ A woman from the unknown comes to Feyd in his dreams and his nights become his days as he flees to the dreamscape to escape the nightmares that haunt his waking hours.

TAGS: Third person POV, she/her AFAB FMC, explicit sexual content, smut, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex, Porn with Plot, Feyd-Rautha's black cum and big cock, Praise Kink, Body Worship, angst/hurt and comfort, drama, fluff, plans within plans, implied/referenced child abuse, implied/referenced abuse, Trauma, mentions of suicidal thoughts, Healing, Strangers to Lovers, falling in love, Vulnerable/ Emotional/Possessive Feyd, Feyd is a sweet baby who did nothing wrong and I WILL pamper him, nurture not nature, Stockholm Syndrome but in a consensual way, lucid dreaming, Implied/Referenced Cannibalism, murder, teaching the universe about feminism, female rage, Frank Herbert would frown, No actually he would kneel in front of me, putting the science and the porn in sci-fi, angst with a happy ending

WORD COUNT: 5.4k

A/N: Giving you the eyebrow 🤨 because no one seems to have picked up on a tiny, little, important detail that was to be found in the last chapter, or at least no one mentioned it 😌 Finally I can write what I really crave to write. IT'S SCIENCE TIME 💖

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Day 31

"I have one last question, little slave," Vladimir Harkonnen drones from his afloat position, a celestial body of massive dimensions in front of the somber backdrop of his throne room, black within black with only a single glow globe illuminating the back of him. He prefers to shun the black sun these days, as glorious as it may be, it brings out the myriad of spider veins beneath his frail, aged skin.

"Yes, Lord Baron?" The unremarkable slave's voice echoes from below.

"What is this… ancient piece of metal in my dear nephew's toy's room?"

"I believe you must know more about it than I do. I assume you had it examined before it was unloaded and brought inside?"

"Naturally!" Vladimir raises his voice. The slave with her bowed head can't see the way the aged Baron squints to get a clearer picture of her. Afloat as he is, she is little more than a splotch of white against black, and an unwelcomely blurry one.

The examination had revealed a human shaped mold, cushioned with gel pads, thick tubes for coolant, a recycling system with residue nutrient solution, solar panels for energy harvesting. No traces of radiation or explosives. It almost seems like the metal box is exactly what the sisterhood had made it out to be. A hibernation chamber for a fossil from another time. However, it wouldn't be the first myth created by the Bene Gesserit.

"I know you are looking for something substantial, my Lord, and so was I," the slave speaks after the Baron's elongated pause. "But I'm afraid the truth is as embarrassing as it is mundane. I've come to believe that she keeps it close out of raw sentimentality. She's a sentimental creature, that woman."

Lilia has always loved danger and the long, twisted inkvine scar on her shoulder from girlhood days is just one proof of that. Perhaps that's why she so effortlessly serves the Baron velvet lies.

"Ah-h-h, like my Feyd-Rautha then. It doesn't surprise me," the Baron drawls, lungs expanding with a raspy heaviness to each intake of air.

In all his years as Giedi Prime's sovereign, Vladimir Harkonnen has never learned that the promise of a kind embrace outweighs the threat of violence tenfold and that a spark of human goodness can sway a servant's loyalty quicker than a snap of a whip.

"She calls it her sarcophagus," Lilia adds with a tiny scoff that doesn't go unnoticed by the Baron now that he has lowered himself and sinks back into the much more comfortable seat of his throne. The intimidation tactic has fulfilled its purpose.

He bellows. "So, she's got good humor too! A pity she's not a boy. I could have borrowed her sometimes."

The obedient set of Lilia's shoulders and her lowered gaze don't betray the noxious clench that has her stomach convulsing. Perhaps this is the only advantage of being a woman in the Harkonnen palace pyramid.

Day 45

The lack of color that had once bothered her into the throes of a slowly crawling depression is now a pleasure. The blackness of her abode has come to serve as the perfect desktop for columns of text and equations, formulations and simulations and hand-written notes that have her mouth moving and her eyeballs racing.

Her sarcophagus leeches the day's sun, side panels open to give way to rotating cooling fans. The Central Processing Unit of the computer that makes up half of the machinery inside buzzes from the strain she puts on it.

Astronaut M2-84 has finally come home and picked up the work of her own, chosen destiny.

Talking to God, Mikhail had whispered to his wife, is what the Lady is doing. But what she really does is think, read, calculate. Engineers born on the cusp of the astronautic age don't have their oily hands in tool boxes. Most of the time, they tell machines how to build other machines, and to do so, one needs to understand the laws of physics. 

This is how Feyd-Rautha finds her each night. Sometimes sunken against the cushions of her bed, or slumped over her desk, staring at the wall with dancing pupils. And other times, like tonight, she sits right by her Sarcophagus, shoulder pressed against the humming metal. She claims the connection between computer and chip is quicker this way.

Silently, Feyd's stride carries him across the room towards his precious engineer. Movement catches his attention at the right and the sight he finds causes a slow tilt of his head.

One quarter of her bed is filled out by a misshapen form, tucked under duvet and whalefur. Glugo lies prone on its stomach, limbs folded tightly against its covered body. Only one front arm-leg peaks out and cradles her plushie against its innocent pug face. Something glossy-white with small handles on each side is held in front of Glugo's mouth by tiny face-hands with liquid sloshing inside.

She has tucked Glugo in like a toddler. And, from the looks of it, she has printed it a sippy cup.

Feyd-Rautha feels all sorts of warmth filling out his chest. If because he wants to be tucked in like a toddler, or because his only friend is finally receiving the gentleness it deserves, or because of a different reason entirely, he can't tell. He raises his hand to wave at Glugo who gurgles softly in return, one tiny face-hand unlatching from the cup handle to wave back.

Glug glug glug.

"You're losing weight." Feyd approaches his beloved slowly. "I don't like it."

"One second, I'm at ninety-eight point five. Seven. Ninety-nine."

"Have you found out anything interesting today, my darling?"

He is long past asking what exactly she's doing, why they aren't simply figuring out a way to get his uncle to take his shield ring off so they can get a blade between his ribs. Or rather a sword, to pierce the obscene, fatty flesh costume he calls his body.

"Your spice—" His darling slurs with a concerning jump to her pupils.

"I don't take spice anymore." Feyd tilts his head and squats down before her, lifting his hands to cup her cheeks.

"No, no, that's not what I meant. Ah, wait, what do you mean, not anymore?" Finally, her eyes regain focus and her arms fill with tension, fingers moving up to encircle Feyd-Rautha's strong wrists.

"There's my darling," he smiles with pretty, full lips and glinting teeth, stroking her cheeks. "So, what about my spice?"

"Not your spice in particular." Her hand flings out to gesture at the universe above. "Your spice shares a few molecular compounds with the medication I took to prepare for the cryo sleep." 

Feyd-Rautha's features slip into disbelief, a fresh frown carving deep into the smooth expanse of his forehead.

"Why does this surprise you?" She wonders.

"Spice is unique to Arrakis. Power over the spice means power over everything. How could you have had spice back on Earth without sandworms?"

"First of all, spice, much like anything else, is just protons, electrons and neutrons. With the right tools, you could, in theory, synthesize any molecule."

"And you have such a tool in your Sarcophagus?" 

"No! God, no." She laughs out loud and curls her arms around Feyd-Rautha's shoulders in a much needed embrace. Her very eyeballs ache and her spine feels calcified from leaning against the sarcophagus.

To him, it must seem like the solution to just about anything might be hidden in her cryo pod or in her precious chip, but it really holds only a fragment of the technological advancements of Old Earth. The last generation before mankind had embarked to the stars was an ingenious one. They had to be, and their knowledge is safely tucked into the 80 Billion terabyte hard-drive of her supercomputer. She may not have all the tools, but the knowledge to build them — in theory.

She taps the top of the cryo pod and hums. "Building molecules from scratch is not like building houses out of toy blocks. You need to accumulate tremendous amounts of energy in a lab environment to trigger complex chemical reactions."

"You've already built a chair from scratch, and a gun. And now a sippy cup for Glugo?" He states with an incredulous rasp of his voice.

"I couldn't bear seeing it drink from dog bowls anymore. And it struggled so much with cups and glasses, Lilia had to change the sheets twice because the poor thing kept spilling everything."

"You… You are fascinating, my darling." She doesn't miss the spark of arousal that lets Feyd's eyes half disappear under a fan of long lashes. "My point still stands, you've built other things before."

"Yes, but the materials were already there, I just had them pressed into the shape I desired." Feyd tilts his head and she cradles his jaw, stroking across the plushnes of his cheeks. "Were you not taught about chemistry?" Slowly, he shakes his head. "Ah, well, I will explain it to you another time then."

Feyd slides his mouth into her palm, groaning softly. "You know so much. How is it possible that you had spice 24 millenia ago?"

"Not spice. I said my pre-cryo medication shares a few interesting enzymes with spice." She slides one palm around Feyd-Rautha's nape of the neck and softly brings their foreheads together. "My people also used to think their own civilization was the pinnacle of all that has ever been. It was unthinkable that maybe the Aztecs or Sumerians were more advanced. That's how you are too. 

   You think spice is unique to Arrakis and the technological advancements you have derived from the Holtzman effect are the peak of what is achievable, because it suits you so nicely. But human evolution has never been a linear incline. You have fascinating medicine, Gholas and space travel… But who knows, maybe my people were smarter than yours. Maybe our engineers and chemists were smarter."

"You know so much," he moans again and she knows better than to keep boring him with details. One day, when the many other fires in his heart have settled, she can stoke his interest in science. Feyd is smart. He will come to be fascinated by it. 

"This universe is devouring itself because there is no innovation," she softly murmurs. "No one dares to go further, look further, break out of the pattern. Maybe they don't want to, because the consequences scare them. Mentats only do as their Lords bid…"

When Feyd's lips close in on hers, with half-lidded eyes and a dreamy stare, her ramblings subside into grateful, blissful silence, choosing to welcome his tongue in her mouth instead.

Day 59

"Silence!"

The Reverend Mother Gaius Helen Mohiam's voice ripples in the shape of a waveform pattern across the engineer's interface, recorded many decades ago by Baron Harkonnen himself and transferred to the House archive for research purposes.

Other lines of the same encounter, she is certain, were deliberately removed. Such as when the Reverend Mother, then a young woman, had ordered the Baron to hold still so she could mount him and steal the seed out of his body that would sire the Lady Jessica.

She only knows of this story because of Feyd-Rautha, and what it had cost him to learn it, she doesn't even want to know.

"Silence!"

She can only imagine that Piter de Vries' research on the matter might have consisted to a considerable amount of snide mockery, going by Feyd's recountings of the late mentat, hence why the files were so perfectly abandoned and ready for her to pick apart.

Carefully, she separates the impressive cluster of different wavelengths that make up the audio fragment, finding portions all the way from the high-frequency to the low-frequency audible spectrum, some even so low that they are no longer perceived as sound by the human ear.

The astronaut remembers how the Reverend Mother had tested her in an archaic show of deference, forced onto her knees with her hand in a box while the older woman addressed the pain receptors in her brain via an inaudible wavelength. She may not have moved her lips, but that doesn't mean she didn't cause the air molecules to oscillate.

Technically speaking, this renders the mysteriously omnipotent sisterhood into little more than ventriloquists. That image of demystification offers at least a little comfort to the humiliation provided by the memory of searing pain in every nerve.

She reclines in her chair, swallowing against the dry itch in her throat while she strings together a few fairly simple lines of code.

Curiously, the voice doesn't affect her physiology when played from an artificial source, such as the micro speaker soldered onto her chip's tiny board.

She can only assume that by manipulation of the larynx, wielders of the voice can propel pressure waves in a way that a speaker can not. How exactly this forces the human brain into submission, the engineer cannot tell, but she doesn't need to, to tinker on some offensively simple counter magic to the Bene Gesserit's seemingly almighty tool of control.

Noise cancellation is as simple as letting a speaker emit a sound wave with the same amplitude but an inverted phase. The sound waves cancel each other out in destructive interference.

As much as this scientific victory entices her, it frustrates her endlessly that all of the side research she picks up to take her mind off the real problem bears more fruit.

"Refreshments for you, my Lady!" Lilia's voice snaps her out of her brooding thoughts. The maid slips through the door, bringing a tray of fresh fruit and the stimulating citrus drink that her Lady has come to enjoy as of late. "It's been three hours, it's time to take a break."

"Ugh, three? Felt like one." That explains the dry throat. The relic arches her spine and presses her knuckles against her closed lids until tiny flashes prickle across the dark.

Lilia's footsteps close in at her side along with four other pairs of hand-feet. She sets the tray down on the desk.

"And have you made any progress today, my Lady?"

"Not with the one thing that matters, but yes." She reaches for the pitcher but finds her hands gently shooed away by Lilia who insists on pouring the glass for her, tiny bubbles fizzing in the lemon water.

"Oooh! Have you thought about these visions, my Lady?" The handmaid's ears perk up with interest, enamored with the story of how Feyd and her Lady had gotten to know each other in dreams ever since she had indulged her.

Lilia regards the phenomenon of their getting acquainted with the eyes of a romantic. For the engineer however, this is the only topic that frustrates her more than finding a workaround for the Holtzman effect to get past the Baron's shield.

"Dreams, visions, I don't fucking know. I don't even want to think about them because they drive me fucking crazy." The engineer reaches for her glass and drinks with big gulps, making the maid flinch by how forcefully she slams it back down.

The crescent shaped scar she herself had created on Feyd's clavicle when grappling for his blade is the same that had decorated his skin in their lucid dreams. So, visions? But the topics they had discussed during their shared nights are events of the past. It defies logic, it's paradox. The thing that scares her the most, however, is the fact that the Baron's abuse was still real in those dreams. If they truly were visions of the future, does that mean her research is in vain and he will live?

There is no phenomenon that can't be explained, not even prophetic dreams. But not by her, and not yet.

"Sorry," she apologizes and rubs her temples, finding Glugo staring at her with big, milky eyes, one hand-foot clinging to Lilia's skirt. The engineer's heart softens at once and she leans towards her insecure looking friend. "Aw, I'm really sorry, I didn't want to scare you both, my poor, little— Aw!"

Glugo curls four out of its eight limbs around her calves and rests its chin on her knee, pearly eyes aimed unerringly at the pitcher of sparkling drink on the desk.

"That's citrus," she explains. "I don't think you'll like citrus…"

One of the Tleilaxu creature's oily-black hand-feet clutches the table's edge, another incessantly reaches for the glass container.

"Okay, fine, but just a tiny sip. Where's your cup?"

Glugo glugs cluelessly, looking at Lilia for help. Still, both women are uncertain if the being has any grasp on human language, or if it simply recognizes a question by the inflection of one's voice. 

The handmaid locates Glugo's cup in the folds of the duvet and quickly washes out the remnants of pink liquid over the sink in the bath before filling a finger of citrus inside. The creature's hand-feet tippy-tap on the tiles, reaching for the shiny container to take its first curious gulp.

Glugo's pug face puckers into a scrunched up grimace at once, face-hands releasing the sippy cup with an indignant noise.

Glurgh!

Day 93

It is a few weeks later, while Feyd and Mikhail are out brawling, that she figures it out.

"M'lord, I really am sorry," Mikhail laments, his flesh stripped of color as the black sun roars down on his bare torso. The na-Baron and he are prowling around each other in a tight circle, unarmed aside from their fists.

"You told me already." Feyd-Rautha's grating voice cuts through the sweltering air. The training ring's roof is retracted, giving way to blazing white skies and a heat that Giedi Prime's life forms have adapted to. "Five times. Another time, and I might just cut out your tongue."

"Ya know I had to take yer Lady to them bath chambers. Baron commanded it, and I can't just—" 

"Shut up, boy!" Feyd's boots crunch in the sandy gravel, shoulders rolling. He is stronger than Mikhail, rounded arms and pectorals contrasting a powerful, slender waist. The guard's physique is more wiry, taut muscles stretched across visible ribs. The glorious sun brings out an overabundance of gray scars.

"Boy, eh? Ain't any older than you, my Lord!" Feyd is surprised, tilting his head at the deceptive edges of the guard's features that make him look closer to 40.

"Fine, then shut up, brother!" Feyd bares his teeth and clenches his fists hard, veins rippling across his forearms. "What are the rules?" 

Mikhail's fist springs forward and punches Feyd-Rautha in the guts. He nearly doubles over, groaning in pain. Spit drips from his open mouth into the sand. 

"Rules?" The guard quips and aims his elbow for the na-Baron's nose. Feyd dodges with a semi-graceful dive to the side, taking the blow to his ear instead. He tastes blood on his tongue.

This man is bold. He has no manners. Feyd likes him. 

Mikhail is smaller, thinner, but he fights like a mongrel, like someone whose ferocious survival instincts have carried him from across the svart valta all the way to the royal palace in Barony. And Feyd struggles.

And by the black sun, he loses. Few things have ever excited him so much. After nearly an hour of grappling in the scorching heat, Feyd-Rautha finds himself on his back in the gravel, panting for dear life, ears ringing from the last punch square across his jaw. He barely hears Mikhail's voice when he praises that he had fought well, but he feels the brotherly smack on his sandy chest, right on top of a wicked bruise.

Every bone and muscle burns when he drags himself to his personal bath chambers. It was, undoubtedly, the best fight of Feyd-Rautha's life.

"Lilia! I've got it! I fucking got it, do you see this?!"

Pixelated particles give way to a bullet that cuts through them like a harpoon through water.

"What, my Lady? See what?" The maid dashes into the bedroom from the antechamber with flying skirts.

"It's so simple, I'm so stupid." The relic has jumped up from the desk, fingers twisted like claws around the back of her chair while her chest heaves with laughter and a threat of tears. Lilia, of course, cannot see the baffling results of the simulation on the engineer's interface.

The Lady lurches over to the cryo pod, leaving the tilted chair swaying and falling down on the tiles with a bang. She mutters something along the lines of 'must build it', before her voice dissolves into foreign, ancient tongues and a shiver runs down Lilia's spine. Her voice so alien, her ways so enigmatic, she truly is a relic cracked open, pouring her forbidden knowledge into the world. 

But she is also a human and Lilia feels her Lady's voice and shaking body teetering on the edge of a nervous breakdown as she snaps open several compartments of the sarcophagus.

"You figured it out, that's wonderful!" This barely gets the engineer's attention, so she curls her fingers around the woman's shoulder, gently forcing her away from the compartments. The relic slumps down with her back to the sarcophagus.

"I need to build it. I know there's laser diodes in there, I only need to—"

"Please, my Lady, you need to breathe deeply. Why don't you explain it to me first?" Lilia squats in front of her, holding her wrists in her warm hands. Her Lady is trembling, her breath too shallow and fast.

"It's so simple, I could build it in an hour."

"Please, do me the favor," Lilia insists and brackets the woman's trembling knees between her own. Finally, her Lady exhales a long sigh and lets her head sink against the humming metal.

"Alright," she agrees and starts with a jittery voice. "So, you're aware of what the Holtzman effect is?"

"Ah, yes, I think so?" The maid hadn't really known the term before her Lady had started rambling about it. "Shields and heighliners?"

The one discovery that has shaped the entire human universe and kept it shackled since then, and the average commoner barely even knows its name. The relic doesn't hold it against Lilia. In a world where “eat or be eaten” takes on a literal meaning, the last thing to worry about is science. So, she wills her voice into calmness. If she's going to try and explain it, she at least wants to do it well.

"The Holtzman effect is responsible for the four major technologies that have made the world into what it is today. The first one — shields. No fast-moving object can pass through a shield, so guns like these?" She points towards her nightstand. "They've been useless for millennia. That's why you've resorted to close combat weapons."

"I was wondering why you went for a gun and not a blade." Lilia tilts her head. Close combat weapons are all that she's ever personally encountered. She knows that lasguns exist and that each Great House has an arsenal of atomic warheads, but every soldier has a sword on their hip, not a gun.

"Melee weapons seem so…" The engineer struggles to find a corresponding word in Galach. "Medieval to me. Archaic. Warfare on Earth was nothing like this."

"What was it like?" Lilia whispers in awe, noticing her Lady's shaking abate second by second.

"You could obliterate entire cities within the blink of an eye. A million different ways to set a home on fire and kill a population from a thousand miles away. It was terrible." Which is why what she has discovered is just as terrible.

The relic continues. "The other three technologies derived from the Holtzman effect are suspensors, glowglobes and space travel. You know why I was in that metal coffin here?" She taps against the sarcophagus. "Because a journey within our own solar system would take several years. You however can travel to the other side of the universe within the blink of an eye, through a quantum tunnel."

Lilia has never left the planet, but to imagine trade and travel without space-folding almost strikes her as ridiculous. All of humanity, reduced to just one, single planet. The cradle of mankind. The thought humbles her.

"And all four of these are based on one single effect?" Lilia considers herself an intelligent woman, but she doubts she can understand what took her Lady weeks to figure out.

"The essence of the Holtzman effect lies in how subatomic particles interact with each other."

"Subatomic?"

"Any type of matter is made of smaller building blocks. This metal for example is made of all kinds of molecules, which are made of atoms, and every single atom is made of protons, electrons and neutrons. These are called subatomic particles. Protons and neutrons make up the nucleus of an atom, and you can imagine the electrons orbiting the nucleus almost like planets a sun."

The handmaid quite enjoys that mental image. It's like the smallest particles exist in a cosmos of their own. "So, the Holtzman effect has something to do with protons, electrons and neutrons?" Lilia imagines, if she could have gone to school like she wanted as a girl, it may have been something like this.

"Almost. It gets even smaller. Protons and neutrons are made of quarks, tiniest quantities that cannot be divided any further. I could go into more detail and talk about quantum physics," the relic pronounces a word that is just guttural enough for Lilia to imitate without all too many struggles. "But that won't be necessary for now."

Even though her Lady has stopped shaking, Lilia doesn't want to release her wrists yet. She is glued to the engineer's lips, soaking up what sounds like forbidden knowledge, like having a peek through God's microscope.

"What is a Holtzman shield made of? What do you think?" The engineer wraps her own fingers around Lilia's slender wrists and the maid sinks from squatting on her soles to sitting down on her bum, stretching out her legs on either side of her Lady's.

"I don't know, my Lady. Uh, something that repels?"

"Yes, that's right," she nods encouragingly. "There are several forces in the universe that attract and repel. The most well-known force of attraction is gravity. And electro-magnetism— Opposite poles attract, equal poles repel each other. But there are other forces that work on a subatomic level."

The engineer pauses without urging her and Lilia takes a moment to think.

"I'm guessing there's a subatomic force that keeps these, uh, nuclei together? The protons and neutrons? Because if not, everything would just be falling apart?"

It almost frightens her to imagine what her very own body must look like on its deepest level. A cluster of tiniest quantities, held together by forces as invisible as her Lady's interface.

"That's perfectly true!" The woman from Old Earth beams, fingers clenching around Lilia's wrists. "The force responsible for that is called the strong nuclear force. On an even smaller scale, the strong force holds together the quarks that make up the neutrons and protons, but you already said it just right."

Warmth fills out the handmaid's chest and she slowly begins to understand the feeling that had her Lady nearly panicking earlier. Her own heart drums against her ribs quick and hard.

"Okay, so now what about the Holtzman shield and how can you get past it?"

"For that, we also need to take the other subatomic force into consideration. It's called the weak force. Isn't that creative? Despite its name, the weak force is technically stronger than gravity, but it is only effective at very short distances and it can change one quark type into another. What do you think happens when such a change occurs?"

"Hmmm," the Harkonnen woman ponders. She doesn't want to disappoint her Lady who is putting so much effort into her explanation. "If quarks are the smallest quantities that make up anything, I suppose when something changes on the lowest level, this change translates to the highest level as well?"

"You're a natural, Lilia." Upon that, the maid blushes purple and finally releases the relic's wrist in a sudden burst of shyness. "Such a change can turn one element into another. It happens all the time, in every sun. And also in radioactive decay. This is important."

"How so?"

"Imagine if that radioactive decay was amplified. Imagine throwing a huge amount of energy at a substance that is already sporadically decaying. Imagine a whole chain reaction of it. This is what triggers a nuclear explosion, the kind that obliterates an entire city."

Lilia's eyes grow wide with understanding. "So, that's why, when you shoot a lasgun at a Holtzman shield, it triggers a nuclear explosion?"

"That's right. I believe shields are made up of nuclei and rely on both the strong and the weak force to repel incoming objects on a subatomic level."

"All of that was fascinating, but how does it help us get past the shield?" Suddenly it's us, not you. Lilia has clutched the fabric of the relic's trousers over the knees in both of her fists. What the engineer's poor Feyd-Rautha currently lacks in fascination, Lilia makes up for a hundredfold.

"Oh, that was just the prelude." The engineer's lips twist into an almost mischievous little grin. "It's just what I need to take into consideration, so I don't accidentally blow up the shield and the city instead of passing through it."

"Just the prelude? My Lady, I think I'll go insane if you don't get to the point!"

The relic bursts out laughing. "We're almost done, I promise! Imagine you're riding in a groundcar and next to you drives another one with the exact same speed. When you look at it, it seems like you're both standing still, because the relative speed between both cars is zero." Lilia nods and the engineer smiles knowingly. "Now imagine you're a bullet and you want to pass through a Holtzman shield which only allows slow-moving objects to pass."

"Then I'd need the shield particles to move in the same direction as I do, only a tad slower, so that my relative speed is like that of a slow blade."

"Congratulations, you've just figured out how to trick a Holtzman shield."

"That is absolutely genius, my Lady."

"No, it's actually so simple." The woman shakes her head. "The difficult part is how to put the shield particles into motion, but I've figured something out." She summons the pixelated particles that are only for herself to see once more, nuclei that make up a Holtzman shield, accelerated by a burst of calibrated laser light, and how they give way to a bullet that cuts through them like a harpoon through water.

"Now I only need to build a proper gun," the engineer concludes.

Lilia has never cared much about the rest of the universe, and the universe has never cared much about her. Why would she care if her Lady, who has always been good to her, sets everything on fire?

When the door to Feyd-Rautha's personal bath chamber rushes open, he knows it can only be his darling, because the scanner only recognizes her handprint when he is inside.

The na-Baron is submerged to the jaw in oily-black liquid to soothe his bruises, a diluted version, heavily scented with the essence of exotic fruit and spices. He cannot breathe the unadulterated variant without gnawing memories of horror.

Her hectic footfalls cause him to spin around in the tub with worry, but before he can even utter a greeting, he finds his woman sagging down on her knees in front of him and his face captured in her palms.

"I've found a way!" She sobs.

"You've found a way?"

Tears spill down her cheeks as she nods, bringing her forehead against his. She's found a way. To kill the Baron and destroy the universe.

She is so elated, her joy could make a star rotate, it could set the world on fire. She kisses Feyd hard on the lips, melting against the wet expanse of his chest when he embraces her in his strong arms. His muscles break into tremors just like hers had an hour ago. 

All of her doubts have flown away like comets in the sky of a fiery dawn.

"Feyd-Rautha, would you be my husband?"

To see a World in a Grain of Sand And a Heaven in a Wild Flower Hold Infinity in the palm of your hand And Eternity in an hour

— Auguries of Innocence by William Blake

A/N: Pretty much none of the physical concepts mentioned are made up. I've tried to use real physics to offer explanations for Frank Herbert's fantastical inventions that make the Dune universe so unique.

I'm not even close to the level of genius that I admire in my favorite sci-fi authors, but all of this was so insanely much fun to come up with. I have more ramblings about space travel, suspenders and glowglobes, but they weren't really necessary for this chapter. I hope you enjoyed this as much as I did. I'm very proud ❤️

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A Complete Guide to Cable Glands: Types, Uses, and Applications

Let’s be real—cable glands aren’t exactly the stars of the electrical world. They’re not flashy, they’re not loud, and most people don’t even notice them. But behind every smooth-running electrical setup, there’s a cable gland doing the heavy lifting—quietly keeping things safe, sealed, and stress-free.

So, what are these humble heroes all about? And why should you care? Let's break it down, plain and simple.

🚀 What Exactly Is a Cable Gland?

Think of a cable gland like the bodyguard for your cables. It connects a cable to your equipment—whether that’s a panel, junction box, or motor—and makes sure that connection stays sealed tight. Rain? Dust? Oil? Cable movement? The gland’s got it covered.

It’s like telling the environment, “No entry.”

💡 Why Cable Glands Actually Matter

You might be thinking, “It’s just a connector, what’s the big deal?” But trust me, the moment you skip one, you’ll wish you hadn’t.

Here’s why they’re essential:

They seal and protect – Water, chemicals, or dirt? Nope, not getting in here.

They reduce strain – No more stressed cables or broken wires just because someone tugged too hard.

They’re safety guardians – Especially in explosive environments where one spark can be disastrous.

Long story short: no cable gland = big risks.

🔍 Different Types of Cable Glands (and Where They Shine)

Cable glands come in all shapes and materials, each with its own superpower:

Plastic Cable Glands – Lightweight, corrosion-resistant, and great for everyday indoor use.

Brass Cable Glands – Strong and tough, perfect for industrial setups where things get serious.

Stainless Steel Cable Glands – The boss of harsh environments. Bring on the saltwater, chemicals, and chaos.

EMC Cable Glands – Keep electromagnetic interference in check—because your system doesn’t need static drama.

Explosion-Proof Cable Glands – Certified for use in hazardous zones. These are your first line of defense where sparks must be contained.

🛠 Where You'll Find Them in Action

You’ll spot cable glands quietly doing their job in places like:

Solar panel setups

Outdoor lighting systems

Electrical control panels

Oil & gas platforms

Manufacturing floors

Railways, airports—you name it

If there’s a cable, chances are a gland is close by, making sure things don’t go sideways.

🔧 Why Pros Trust Raiden Electricals

Now, if you’re looking for top-tier cable glands, don’t just go for any random supplier. Go with the folks who live and breathe quality—Raiden Electricals.

Here’s the deal: Raiden supplies high-performance, industrial-grade cable glands that are tested for durability, sealing, and reliability. Whether it’s a blazing hot site in Dubai or a damp factory floor, Raiden’s got a gland that’s up for the job.

Need help picking the right one? Their team’s just a call away—real people who know their stuff and actually care.

So yeah, cable glands might not steal the spotlight, but they sure as heck hold everything together. And when you get them from Raiden Electricals, you're not just buying a part—you’re locking in peace of mind. 🔒

Got questions? Need bulk orders? Hit up Raiden—they’ve got you.

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Signs You Should Invest in an Explosion-Proof Junction Box

In dangerous environments where flammable gases or dust are present, safety is a top priority. Electrical components, such as junction boxes and control panels, must be designed to withstand potentially explosive conditions. An explosion proof junction box is essential in such settings to prevent accidents. But how do you know when you need one? Let’s explore the key signs that indicate it’s time to invest in explosion-proof electrical equipment.

Presence of Flammable Gases or Vapors

One of the most obvious signs that you need an explosion junction box is the presence of flammable fumes, vapors, or liquids in the environment. Industries like oil & gas, chemical processing, and pharmaceuticals often work with materials that are highly volatile.

Signs: Unprotected wiring and electrical components in areas with gas leaks or vapors can create sparks or heat, leading to explosions.

Solution: Explosion-proof electrical enclosures, such as junction boxes, ensure that sparks or heat generated inside the box do not ignite the surrounding environment.

High Risk of Dust Explosions

Another indicator that you may require explosion-proof equipment is the presence of combustible dust in the atmosphere. This is common in industries such as mining, food processing, and woodworking.

Signs: If dust accumulates in your work area and is flammable, it can create an explosive mixture with air.

Solution: Explosion junction boxes are designed to contain any sparks or heat within the box, preventing ignition of dust and minimizing the risk of explosions.

Increased Electrical Load or Equipment Stress

If your electrical systems are operating under higher-than-normal load or experiencing frequent electrical surges, this could create an environment where components might overheat, potentially causing an explosion.

Signs: Frequent overheating, melting, or burning of wires or terminals.

Solution: An explosion junction box ensures that any internal overheating does not spread to the surrounding environment, providing a layer of safety.

Improper Ventilation or Environmental Conditions

In many industrial environments, ventilation may not be adequate, increasing the risk of gas, vapors, or dust accumulation. In these settings, electrical components are at greater risk of sparking and causing an explosion.

Signs: Poor ventilation, confined spaces, and low air circulation increase the risk of hazardous conditions.

Solution: Explosion proof control panels and junction boxes can contain and protect electrical components from igniting volatile substances in poorly ventilated environments.

Compliance with Industry Standards and Regulations

Certain industries are subject to strict protection regulations that mandate the use of explosion-proof equipment. For example, facilities that handle volatile materials or operate in hazardous zones are required by law to use explosion-proof enclosures to comply with safety standards such as ATEX, IECEx, or NEC.

Signs: Regulations and safety standards require the use of explosion-proof electrical equipment in certain environments.

Solution: To comply with these standards and avoid legal penalties, investing in an explosion proof junction box is essential.

In Conclusion

Recognizing the signs that indicate you need an explosion proof control panels is crucial for maintaining safety in hazardous work environments. From the occurrence of flammable gases or dust to compliance with industry regulations, these protective enclosures are designed to prevent accidents & ensure that your electrical systems are functioning safely.

For high-quality, reliable explosion-proof solutions, trust Prolux International LLC to provide the best products tailored to meet your safety needs.

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As industries worldwide confront escalating climate disruptions, stricter safety regulations, and the urgent need for energy efficiency, one component is quietly revolutionizing power infrastructure: the industrial socket box . From automated smart factories to offshore wind farms battling saltwater corrosion, these systems are evolving to meet modern demands for resilience, environmental responsibility, and operational agility.

Safety in Extreme Conditions Industrial environments—whether coastal renewable energy sites or chemical processing plants—demand components that prioritize safety without compromising performance. Modern engineered enclosures incorporate flame-retardant polymers and corrosion-resistant coatings to withstand submersion, UV exposure, and abrasive dust storms. Explosion-proof designs with self-sealing cable glands isolate sparks in volatile atmospheres, aligning with updated ATEX and OSHA standards. For example, in wildfire-prone regions, such protective systems prevent electrical faults during ember storms, ensuring continuity for emergency services and critical infrastructure.

Sustainability Through Material Innovation The shift toward circular economies has reshaped manufacturing priorities. Modular electrical solutions now utilize recycled plastics and low-carbon production methods, reducing waste and emissions. Their adaptable designs extend product lifespans by allowing easy component replacements, minimizing the need for complete overhauls. In solar farms and wind installations, these enclosures support renewable energy integration by enabling efficient power distribution in harsh environments��key to achieving net-zero targets.

Efficiency via Smart Technology Industry 4.0’s reliance on IoT and automation demands more than durability. Advanced connectivity units now feature embedded sensors to monitor thermal stress and load fluctuations, feeding data to predictive maintenance systems. This reduces downtime in smart factories, where even minor interruptions can disrupt AI-driven production lines. For urban EV charging networks, compact and stackable designs optimize space usage while maintaining high-capacity performance.

Modularity for Future-Ready Infrastructure Geopolitical shifts toward localized manufacturing require adaptable solutions. Standardized enclosures with plug-and-play interfaces allow factories to scale operations rapidly—whether expanding EV battery lines or prototyping hydrogen energy systems. Their compatibility simplifies integration with legacy infrastructure, a critical advantage for industries navigating supply chain uncertainties.

Aesthetic and Functional Harmony Modern facilities prioritize clutter-free workspaces to enhance safety and productivity. Streamlined electrical components with concealed mounting options blend seamlessly into walls or machinery panels, reducing tripping hazards and optimizing workflows. This design philosophy mirrors trends in smart warehouses and data centers, where efficiency hinges on organized, unobstructed layouts.

For industries seeking to harmonize safety, sustainability, and innovation, www.nante.com delivers robust connectivity solutions engineered to exceed evolving standards. Their offerings exemplify how intelligent design can empower progress in a world where resilience and responsibility are non-negotiable.

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MLB Jackie Robinson Limited Edition Air Max Shoes

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👟 ART CRITIC REVIEW — MLB JACKIE ROBINSON LIMITED EDITION AIR MAX SHOES

🏁 A MONUMENT IN MOTION: WHERE LEGACY MEETS SNEAKER CULTURE

The MLB Jackie Robinson Limited Edition Air Max Shoes are a soaring tribute not just to the man who broke baseball’s color barrier, but to the cultural force he remains today. Far from being just another themed sneaker, this pair captures the urgency of history, the energy of the streets, and the style of progress. These aren’t shoes you simply wear—they’re shoes you step into history with.

Right out of the box, you’re met with an explosion of color and symbolism. The upper canvas is electrified by a dynamic collage of multicolored “42” numerals, layered in red, blue, black, and white—each number a bold echo of the jersey that changed everything. At the center of it all sits a circular red-and-white emblem highlighting the number 42, acting as both a focal point and a reverent crest. This is sneaker storytelling done right: visually arresting, emotionally resonant, and grounded in legacy.

🔥 DESIGN BREAKDOWN: A SYMPHONY OF FORM, FUNCTION, AND SYMBOL

From a design standpoint, this limited-edition Air Max fuses classic athleticism with modern flair. The base layer remains clean and sharp, constructed in a crisp white with hints of black leather overlays on the toe guard and heel for contrast. These black accents give the shoe a solid visual foundation, preventing the bold typography pattern from overwhelming the silhouette. The result? A perfect equilibrium between chaos and control—just like the game Jackie played.

The side panel showcases the Air Max’s signature visible air unit, ensuring comfort while doubling as a stylistic symbol of Nike’s innovation. The outsole’s multi-tone palette of black and grey furthers this balance, giving it traction both on the street and in the visual story of the design. A subtle Swoosh curves gracefully along the side, unintrusive but unmistakable, affirming the shoe’s Nike pedigree without stealing attention from the historical focus.

The heel tab and collar offer breathable support, while the tongue is adorned with an abstract stitching design—possibly an artistic nod to baseball seams. Every detail, down to the placement of lace eyelets and the curve of the midsole, has been executed with reverence, precision, and passion.

👣 COMFORT, MOVEMENT & MEANING UNDERFOOT

Functionally, these Air Max shoes are designed for impact—both in style and in motion. The cushioning system is responsive, thanks to the advanced Max Air technology, which ensures optimal bounce and shock absorption. Whether you’re sprinting to catch a subway or walking through a museum exhibit dedicated to Black history, this sneaker moves with you and speaks for you.

The insole—though hidden to the outside eye—is rumored to feature a printed timeline of Jackie’s career milestones. While subtle, this inner layer completes the metaphor: Jackie’s legacy is the foundation on which we now walk. It’s that rare sneaker that elevates comfort into cultural meaning.

From a fashion standpoint, these are statement shoes. They pair effortlessly with streetwear, from joggers and oversized tees to slim-fit jeans and varsity jackets. They’re wearable conversation starters, destined to be noticed and respected. Whether you're a die-hard sneakerhead, a lifelong baseball fan, or simply someone who honors change-makers, these shoes give you a platform—literally and figuratively.

🌟 FINAL VERDICT: WALKING IN THE FOOTSTEPS OF CHANGE

The MLB Jackie Robinson Limited Edition Air Max Shoes are not just commemorative kicks—they are contemporary monuments to courage, equality, and enduring style. They are proof that sneaker culture can transcend trends and tap into something timeless. Every pair worn is an act of remembrance, a nod to bravery, and a step forward in keeping history alive.

More than merchandise, these shoes are a manifesto stitched in mesh and rubber—a declaration that sports can move culture, and style can carry story. Jackie Robinson didn’t just break a barrier—he created a bridge. These Air Max shoes honor that bridge, ensuring it continues to carry weight with every stride.

In an industry often accused of performative tributes, this collaboration stands apart. It is genuine, artistic, and socially rooted. And in that regard, Jackie would be proud.

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Top Benefits and Applications of Explosion Proof Electrical Panel in the USA

Discover the top benefits and applications of explosion-proof electrical boxes on CN Shop Mall's latest blog! This insightful article highlights how these essential components enhance safety in hazardous environments, their diverse industrial applications, and why they are a critical investment. Whether you're in oil & gas, chemical processing, or mining, this guide is your go-to resource for making informed decisions. Don’t miss out—read now!

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Connecting the dots the essential role of industrial cable gland connectors

Introduction

Industrial Cable Gland Connectors are vital components in electrical and mechanical systems, designed to securely fasten, seal, and protect cables as they enter electrical enclosures or machinery. These connectors are widely used across a variety of industries, including manufacturing, oil and gas, telecommunications, automation, and construction, where they provide critical protection for cables in harsh environments.

In this blog post, we’ll explore the purpose, types, and benefits of industrial cable gland connectors and why they are essential to the safety and performance of electrical systems.

What Are Industrial Cable Gland Connectors?

Industrial cable gland connectors are mechanical devices that attach and secure electrical cables to equipment, junction boxes, and panels. They provide strain relief to prevent damage to cables, while also protecting against environmental factors such as dust, moisture, and chemicals. Cable glands are typically made from materials like brass, stainless steel, nylon, or plastic, depending on the specific application and environment.

Key Functions of Industrial Cable Gland Connectors

Strain Relief One of the primary functions of cable gland connectors is to provide strain relief, preventing cables from being pulled out of place or damaged due to mechanical stress, tension, or vibrations. This is critical in industrial settings where machinery and equipment are constantly in motion.

Environmental Protection Industrial cable glands create a seal that protects cables from environmental factors such as water, dust, and chemicals. This ensures that electrical systems remain safe and operational, even in harsh or hazardous conditions. In industries like oil and gas or mining, this protection is essential for maintaining the integrity of electrical systems.

Cable Sealing Cable glands provide a watertight and airtight seal around the cable entry points, preventing moisture and contaminants from entering electrical enclosures. This feature is crucial for preventing short circuits, equipment failure, and safety hazards.

Electrical Safety By securely anchoring and sealing cables, industrial cable glands contribute to the overall safety of electrical systems, reducing the risk of fire, electric shock, and equipment malfunctions.

Types of Industrial Cable Gland Connectors

Single Compression Cable Glands These are commonly used for general-purpose industrial applications. They provide effective sealing for standard cables but are typically used in less harsh environments.

Double Compression Cable Glands Designed for more demanding applications, double compression cable glands offer enhanced protection against dust, moisture, and extreme temperatures. They are often used in hazardous areas, such as oil rigs and chemical plants.

EMC Cable Glands These cable glands are designed to prevent electromagnetic interference (EMI), making them ideal for sensitive electrical and communication systems where signal integrity is crucial.

Explosion-Proof Cable Glands Explosion-proof or flameproof cable glands are used in hazardous environments where flammable gases, vapors, or dust are present. These glands prevent sparks or flames from traveling through the cable entry points, ensuring safety in areas prone to explosions.

Benefits of Using Industrial Cable Gland Connectors

Improved System Longevity By protecting cables from environmental damage and strain, cable glands help extend the life of electrical systems and reduce the need for maintenance or replacements.

Enhanced Safety Cable glands reduce the risk of accidents, electrical failures, and fires by providing secure connections and protecting cables from external hazards.

Cost-Effective Investing in high-quality cable glands helps reduce downtime and maintenance costs by protecting electrical systems from damage and wear.

Choosing the Right Cable Gland Connectors for Your Application

When selecting industrial cable gland connectors, consider factors such as the type of cable, environmental conditions, material requirements, and safety regulations. For hazardous environments, it's essential to choose cable glands that are certified for explosion-proof or flameproof applications. Additionally, ensure that the gland material—whether brass, stainless steel, or plastic—matches the demands of the environment to prevent corrosion or degradation over time.

Conclusion

Industrial cable gland connectors are indispensable components in maintaining the safety, efficiency, and longevity of electrical systems in demanding environments. Whether you are working in manufacturing, oil and gas, or construction, the right cable gland ensures that your electrical systems remain protected and perform optimally under challenging conditions. Choosing the right type of cable gland for your specific application is a critical step in ensuring the safety and reliability of your entire setup.

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A grocery run leaves the turtles snowed out of their home.

Being snowed-in would've been preferable to this. Raph was right, and Leo didn't want to admit it.

The grocery shopping (if it could even be called that; it was more like shoplifting with how they didn't pay for anything) should've been done before snow fell. Made sense: manhole covers were significantly more difficult to open than doors when snow piled on. Plus, the projected snowfall was getting heavier as heavier as time went on.

Alas, he put it off. Week after week, the snow piled up and he postponed the task too much. Now he was regretting the relics of his bad decisions. And he was regretting it even more because he dragged everyone out of the lair for this.

Watching the snowfall build up in to the ankles of their boots, Leo stepped back from the area the manhole cover was supposed to be. He didn't even want to turn to his brothers, knowing the looks on their faces wouldn't exactly be pleased.

All right, maybe he also wanted to avoid that I told you so look on Raph's face.

Leaning back on a leg and feigning nonchalance, Leo spoke, "I'm guessing the garage entrance is also blocked."

"Leo, we tried leaving from there," Raph dropped the bag of groceries on the snow.

Mikey walked ahead with both grocery bags in his arms.

Donnie sighed, "I shall repeat what I said two hours ago: We would require a snow plow to clear the path."

"Right..." Leo trailed off. They didn't bring their weapons (they proved to be difficult to conceal in already tight winter clothing anyway). "This here arm doesn't happen to have a shovel in it, right?"

"What? Are you crazy? Of course I built a shovel into it." Donnie pulled one of Leo's bags out of the prosthetic arm, pulling the limb over and flipping a panel open. He flicked a switch on his forearm, the limb transforming into a shovel. "I put it there in case I need it to dig your grave."

"You know, I'd be insulted if I wasn't impressed."

"No matter what, you'll always be impressed," Donnie preened, "I also put in a tactical knife, a saw, and a flamethrower. But don't use the last one too often; there's limited gas."

Okay... One of those things is not like the other.

"Donnie, is my arm explosion-proof?"

Donnie paused. Leo wasn't the only one who was staring. The softshell placed a hand on the metal forearm, tapping it twice before clearing his throat. "Uh, probably."

Note to self: keep the arm away from highly explosive environments. Fire was more Mikey's thing anyway.

Just as Leo turned to the entrance, he watched as Raph got to work at digging through the snow. He took the spot next to him and started tunneling though the pile. It didn't take much time for them to finish the job, though when the metal of the shovel hit the top of the manhole cover, Leo felt the air shift.

The sky went overcast and thick with clouds as small crystalline snowflakes fell from the sky and back onto the ground. He was tempted to pick up the pace, but there was something magical about the snowfall when viewed in person.

Turning around, Leo could see Mikey shrugging and falling shell-first into the piling snow. Donnie's exasperated groan turned to an amused chuckle as the box turtle pulled him down to join him in making those snow angels. Raph seemed to find the youngest's energy contagious, the annoyance he previously had melting away as he picked up balls of snow.

"Hey, Leo... Let's just ask dad to open a portal for us later."

The slider made the mistake of turning to Mikey, immediately getting a face full of snow. Okay, he was expecting Raph to pull a dirty stunt like that...

"Uncalled for!"

"And?"

The competitive grin on the box turtle's face melted away all the prior iciness from before. Leo put on a grin. The groceries can wait.

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FLAMEPROOF DISTRIBUTION BOARD

The Flameproof Distribution Boards/panels are used for the distribution of the power supply in a company. To handle high-rated power, it is necessary to use heavy equipment and components where the heavy power is switched on and off safely.

An ordinary distribution board may generate heat and sparks due to heavy usage. Thus, the flameproof/explosion-proof distribution box/panel is used in hazardous areas (flammable gases) to prevent this spark from triggering an explosion in the company.

At Bharat Flameproof, we have decade-old flameproof equipment manufacturing skills for Flameproof Distribution Boxes. These distribution boards are manufactured from high-quality premium cast aluminum alloy LM6.

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Design and Benefits of Goods from Electrical Control Panel Manufacturers

The manufacturers of electrical control panels follow a specific design to produce the different components of the panel to offer significant benefits to the users.

Just as the name implies, the electrical control panel manufacturers produce electrical control panels. There are several devices in it that manage the power supply and functionality of the devices connected to it.

Ideally, it is an unimpressive-looking closed box made of metal with all the necessary electrical components inside. The panel comprises two major parts, namely the structure and the electrical parts.

This article takes a closer look at it along with the benefits of using these panels.

Enclosures Designed by the Electrical Control Panel Manufacturers

As said earlier, the electrical control panel manufacturers first design the enclosure, usually made from stainless steel or aluminum.

In most enclosures, there is only one door but a few specific enclosures may be designed to have two gateways, depending on the enclosure size and its application.

Typically, these enclosures also have their IP and safety rating, sometimes with the NEMA classification.

The purpose of including these specs in the design by the electrical control panel manufacturers is to let the users know about the properties of the electrical panel. Ideally, these specs indicate the following:

Whether it is water-resistant and

Whether it is dust or solid-contaminant-proof.

Additionally, it also indicates its explosion-proof and hazard condition ratings.

The Back Panel

The back panel of the electrical panel is not located at the back, as the name suggests. Instead, it is found within the enclosure. The primary purpose of it is to support wiring ducts and DIN-rail mounting.

The Electrical Components

There are different electrical components inside the enclosure of the electrical panel that serve other purposes.

Usually, any standard panel will have the following components in it:

The main circuit breaker with a switch or lever outside to disconnect the power supply to the panel

A transformer to reduce the power and

Terminal blocks to join the power lines.

However, products from reliable companies such as Himel electrical equipment manufacturer may have other additional components, such as:

PLCs or Programmable Logic Controllers

Network switches

Contactors

Relays

Surge arresters

HMI or Human Machine Interface and more.

These additional components offer better and higher functionality and, at the same time, enhance the safety aspect.

The Benefits Offered

The most significant benefit of using electrical panels from a reliable company like Himel electrical equipment manufacturer is that you get better and more cohesive control of the power and your machines.

Depending on the design it can also provide expert data for better equipment monitoring. It enhances safety on the premises, increases productivity with its higher efficiency, and prevents undesired outcomes.

Conclusion Electrical panels enhance safety and security and allow better control, higher efficiency, and lower processing costs due to low or no errors in the process.

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terminal box of explosion proof motor

terminal box of explosion proof motor

Explosion-proof motor junction box is an important part to ensure the safe operation of explosion-proof motors in hazardous environments. These motors have been specially designed to prevent any potential explosion from flammable gases or vapours. Junction boxes play a vital role in containing these potential ignition sources and ensuring the safety of the entire motor system.Get more news about Box Panel Explosion Proof,you can vist our website!

A junction box is usually located at the end of the motor and serves as a connection point for various electrical components. It securely connects power lines, control lines, and other necessary components. The box is constructed of strong and durable materials that can withstand the extreme conditions often encountered in explosion-proof environments. These materials are generally non-sparking and corrosion-resistant, which minimizes the risk of fire.

One of the main functions of the terminal box is to provide a reliable seal to prevent any flammable gases or vapors from entering the motor. This seal is critical to maintaining the integrity of the explosion-proof enclosure and preventing any potential explosion. The enclosure is designed with tight-fitting gaskets and seals to ensure an airtight connection, effectively isolating the internal electrical components from the surrounding environment.

In addition, the junction box also has various explosion-proof functions such as explosion-proof shell, explosion-proof connector, and explosion-proof cable connector. These features are designed to withstand and contain any potential sources of ignition that may arise within the motor or at the point of connection. In the event of an internal explosion, these features help prevent flames or sparks from escaping from the junction box, protecting the surrounding area and personnel.

In addition, the junction box also includes terminals and connectors to facilitate the installation, maintenance and connection of electrical components. These terminals are designed to handle high currents and ensure a safe and stable electrical connection. Additionally, they are often color-coded or labeled for easy identification and troubleshooting.

To sum up, the explosion-proof motor junction box is a key component to ensure the safe operation of explosion-proof motors in hazardous environments. It provides a safe and airtight enclosure to prevent the entry and spread of flammable gases and vapors. With their explosion-proof features and reliable electrical connections, junction boxes play a vital role in protecting motor systems as well as protecting people and the surrounding area in potentially hazardous locations.

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Comparative analysis: conventional flame retardant lamps system and non-explosive LED lighting

In today's era of technological progress, lighting systems have undergone significant transformations. Traditional lighting systems are being replaced by more energy-efficient and safer alternatives that utilize LED light sources. This blog provides a comprehensive comparison between conventional flameproof lighting systems and advanced explosion-proof LED lights in terms of energy efficiency, safety, cost-effectiveness, durability, environmental impact, and applications.

Exploring Conventional Flameproof Lighting Systems Conventional flameproof lighting systems rely on inefficient bulbs such as incandescent, fluorescent, and high-intensity discharge lamps (e.g., sodium vapor or mercury vapor). These systems consume excessive energy, generate heat, and have short lifespans. Their fragile construction and heat emissions pose safety risks in flammable environments. Additionally, they require ballasts for certain lamps, resulting in longer start-up times and unsuitability for frequent on-off cycles. Flameproof enclosures for these systems are bulky and heavy, requiring robust support and secondary retention systems.

Introduction to Explosion-Proof LED Lighting Explosion-proof LED lights represent a revolutionary lighting solution specifically designed for hazardous environments. They offer notable advantages, including low energy consumption, reduced heat generation, and an extended lifespan. LED lights are renowned for their durability and reliability, enduring even the harshest conditions.

Energy Efficiency Comparison Explosion-proof LED lights surpass conventional lighting systems in terms of energy efficiency. They consume less energy while providing equal or superior brightness. The utilization of advanced LED chips in these fixtures makes them over 60% more energy-efficient than traditional lighting. Switching to LED lights results in significant energy savings, reduced operational costs, and a smaller carbon footprint.

Safety Comparison Explosion-proof LED lights prioritize safety in hazardous environments by combining intrinsic safety, encapsulation, and flameproof protection. These advanced fixtures are compact, lightweight, and cost-effective, featuring limited or no sparking components and improved air ventilation options. LED drivers replace conventional ballasts, allowing for frequent on-off cycles and lower failure rates. Additionally, LED lights reduce the risk of breakage, minimizing accidents caused by shattered glass.

Durability and Lifespan Comparison Explosion-proof LED lights excel in durability and lifespan, as they are designed to withstand harsh conditions. In contrast, conventional lighting systems are more prone to damage and degradation, necessitating frequent replacements and maintenance.

Application Comparison Explosion-proof LED lights are particularly suitable for hazardous industries, including oil and gas, mining, manufacturing, and marine sectors. Their durability, safety features, and energy efficiency make them an ideal choice for environments with flammable gases, vapors, or dust. Conventional lighting systems lack the necessary safety measures for high-risk settings.

Conclusion Explosion-proof LED lighting systems provide energy efficiency, safety features, durability, and a reduced environmental impact compared to conventional lighting systems. Prolux International LLC, a leading supplier of explosion-proof lights in the UAE, offers high-quality products for hazardous areas, including explosion-proof cable glands, flame-resistant cables, junction boxes, control panels, isolators, plugs, and sockets. These products meet stringent requirements and hold ATEX/IECEx certifications. Partnering with Prolux can enhance lighting infrastructure and create a safe work environment.

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January 29, 1922 The Captain & the Kids by Rudolph Dirks

TOP PANEL: [ID: The Kids run away from der Captain, following with a plank of wood, and Mama, holding an indiscernible blunt object. /end] Captain: Chost vun vallop, you lobsters. Den, maybe I listen to a explanotion! Mama: Ditto, you valrus, ditto!!

MAIN COMIC: [ID: Mama stands at a table, slicing bread. The Kids stand beside her, stifling giggles, as der Captain and der Inspector talk. /end] Mama: Ahem! If you got any bitzness in der basement, Captain, remember, der party iss by eight sharp! Captain: Down der subvay, Inspector, und help me see if der refreshments iss all Jacob for der reception! Inspector: Oh, sure! I'm mit you to a man, Cap!

[ID: The Kids follow the two to their still in the basement. While der Inspector fills a mug with hooch and der Captain readies the bottles, Hans carries a hose and Fritz (among other things) brings a couple boxes of washing powder and yeast. /end] Fritz: Vell, here iss der pop-gun if you got der "pop" mit der "pep," Professor! Hans: Don't vorry about me, boy! Captain: Ha! Extra pale mit bitters in, Inspector. Und chust like der old gray mule vont, I bet!! Inspector: Vell, Cap, der proof of der puddink iss der test, und I'm villing!

[ID: Unseen by the men, Fritz begins churning together a mixture in a large bowl while Hans fills one of der Captain's bottles with gas from a nearby gas lamp. Meanwhile, der Inspector eyes his mug of booze alongside der Captain. /end] Fritz: Und ven you come to der barrel darlink, chust dump in der yeast, vash powder, und seidlitz seltzers, den let nature haff its course! Hans: Vatch nature voik vunders ven der gas iss mixed mit a liddle heat! Captain: Yum-yum, such a header. I vunder it didn't blow oudt der whole dod soused barrel, Inspector!! Inspector: Ahem! If der kick iss as clear as der color, Cap, I'm happy.

[ID: Hans torches the bottles with a blowtorch while der Captain inspects them. /end] Hans: Dey iss getting varm, Fritz, chust vatch dese babies if I ain't wrong on physics!! Captain: Chimly cricks, Inspector, chust off der ice und already like a hot cross bun!! Inspector: Tee-hee, maybe dot's a sure sign der bitters iss bubbling, Cap. You got to experiment mit experience, you know!

[ID: The cork pops out of the bottle and hits der Captain in the eye. The Kids begin laughing uproariously. Der Inspector drops his mug on the floor in surprise. /end] Captain: HI! Inspector: Oh, chimbly!

[ID: All the corks explode off the bottles in a spray of illicit booze. Der Captain holds his eye, but he's just as surprised as der Inspector. The Kids keep laughing on the stairs. /end] Fritz: Dere goes der pop, sport! Captain: Dunner-vetter, look Inspector, it's all a riot! Inspector: Oops! I knew it, too much mustard, you bet!!

[ID: While Hans pours the mixture into the barrel, Fritz aims a cork gun at der Inspector. Meanwhile, der Captain and der Inspector argue. /end] Captain: ...bah! Dod gast der luck. Only vun safed in der bunch, und for five days didn't I vatch dem bottles! Inspector: Chass? Vell, vatch dot vun und vare you iss pointing it. I haff a feeling dot baby don't feel vell eider!! Hans: "Six quarts of yeast und den add der fizzle," right!

[ID: Fritz fires the cork into der Inspector's eye while Hans lays down explosives behind him. /end] Captain: OOPS! Hans: Hayy, pop goes der pea-shooter!

[ID: Der Inspector punches der Captain in the face. Hans stuffs the explosives under the barrel as Fritz runs up the stairs. /end] Inspector: Loafer! Take dot und der knext time, you bet I hand you sumting mit a vallop in! Hans: Take it easy sport, you got anudder KICK coming!

[ID: Der Captain holds his injured nose as der Inspector is startled to notice the barrel, violently foaming over. /end] Captain: OO-IE! Such a temper dot man got! Neffer again vill I inwite him to no party, I von't!! Inspector: ?

[ID: The barrel literally explodes, throwing der Captain and der Inspector up into the air. /end]

[ID: As a sleighing party arrives at their doorstep, der Captain struggles to pull der Inspector rom the snow and the rubble of their home. Mama angrily points out the just-arrived revelers. The Kids snicker to themselves as they walk off. /end] Captain: Quick Mamma, der shofel, der shofel!! Mama: Foolishers! Der party, who's going to recief der guests? Partier: Hmm! It looks like a snowball for a highball!

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Radioactive Ch. 1: Unthinkable

Summary: Science marches on as magic and science mix in the most dangerous way.

A/N: Title comes from “Unthinkable” by Cloudy June and Imagine Dragon’s “Radioactive”. This was supposed to be the season finale but there’s still shorts I want to do with this arc so the season finale will be at the end of September with the wedding, where I assure you nothing unfortunate will happen. Absolutely nothing.

In other news, this is my 200th short, and that makes me very happy. Hope you all enjoy this mid-arc short.

Chapters: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

A thunderstorm started in the city, slowly rolling its way towards the north. Time was of the essence. Hours of testing, born from months of planning now culminated in a single moment.

In a bunker in the middle of the woods, two young men were conducting the first test. It was dark out and the city was in a frenzy, but that didn’t matter out here.

Barely anything mattered out here.

Tubbo and Jack Manifold stood in a well shielded bunker in the middle of the woods to the north east of Egoton. They were hundreds of miles into the cursed woods. They wore lab coats over their clothes.

“You know,” Jack Manifold chuckled to Tubbo as they got in place at the computer, a screen in front of them that overlooked the top of the forest. “It would be hilarious if all this thing did was smoke, shake, an’[1] then catch fire.”

Tubbo made an amused chuckle. “Then I guess I got arrested fer nothin’.”[2]

The two of them descended into a fit of laughter before Tubbo sobered up. “Goggles down.”

“Check,” Jack made sure his goggles were securely over his eyes.

“Safety shields one through ten?” Tubbo called next, his eyes and hands already moving to the array of sensors.

“Safety shields one through ten are all stable, an’[1] showin’[3] a steady magical signature,” Jack responded.

“Forest clear?” Tubbo grabbed the microphone and flipped the switch on that sent a signal to dozens of speakers and cameras that the two of them had set up and hidden in the “kill” and “cancer” zones weeks prior. “Attention! Attention! This is a serious warnin’ fer radiation if you are in the vicinity ‘a hearin’ this you must make yourself known so we can safely clear the woods. If you do not, you will die or become severely injured an’ get sick.”[4]

The two of them waited for a couple minutes, flipping through cameras to double check no one was going to get hurt. There was a malfunction from one of the cameras where an audio error was happening but nothing was on the camera and Tubbo sent one of his bee familiars to check it out and it came back with nothing.

Tubbo sent the message again and after nothing, he declared, “Forest clear.”

“Payload in place?” Jack was already checking the sensor.

“Check,” Tubbo double checked it.

“Reason fer[5] use ‘a[6] launch code?” Jack was looking down the button for any sign that something was out of order or going to malfunction.

“Testing payload in a safe environment before storage,” Tubbo answered.

Tubbo took a deep breath. “Here we are.”

Jack nervously swallowed.

The young teen took out a key card with a radioactive symbol and a bee on it. The number 1 marking it. “Ready?”

Smiling, Jack pulled out his own match card with a radioactive symbol and a skull, the number 2 marked on it. “Ready.”

Tubbo hit the sirens as they blared out, a final warning as Jack looked at Tubbo and saw the nervous anticipation.

“Inserting keycards for launch on my mark,” Tubbo announced. “I will count to three, an’[1] then I will say: “go” they are not ta[7] be inserted sooner or later.”

“Understood,” Jack called out, readying to insert the keycard. “Ready.”

“On my mark,” Tubbo called out, copying him. The room was deathly silent as the thunderstorm got closer. “3 . . . 2 . . . 1 . . . Go! Go!”

The keycards went in and a signal raced along the current until they hit a panel far off into the distance. The pause was a fraction, of a fraction, of a second but it hit the payload and lacked it over the tree line until it struck a random tree on its starting descent.

The two young men had been expecting a small explosion, or no explosion, but the opposite happened. The earth shook the entire town for a couple brief seconds as a pulse of magic mixed with a deadly radioactive payload made a mushroom cloud that rose over the treeline and left a crater in its wake.

Tubbo and Jack screamed in horror and surprise as the tremors quickly subsided and Jack was so frozen in terror and surprise that he thought that it was his tinnitus making that sound.

But that was laughter. Tubbo was letting out a mad cackling laugh. The shields had protected them from the explosion, protecting the city. But Tubbo was so charged with energy, and in their surprise no one had yet to notice that Tubbo’s bad right eye had changed. It had been initially blinded and scarred, along with his hearing in one ear, in a close range explosion a couple years ago. Tubbo had designed a replacement and then grew out his hair to hide it. Now it was scarred again, a permanent radioactive symbol etched into the iris. Forever branding Tubbo for his bastardization of magic and science.

Jack looked over at Tubbo, watching him laugh and fight to collect his composure again with a new wash of horror.

“Tubster,” Jack tried to reach out to what he thought was a young man in desperate need of comfort. “It’s okay, it was just a test.”

“We have two more,” Tubbo said in a giddy tone of voice that terrified Jack.

“Wh-What?” Jack saw something briefly glowing underneath the fridge of Tubbo’s hair.

“We’re more powerful than Techno,” Tubbo smiled before remembering something. “But how’s . . .”

Jack found himself unable to speak as Tubbo reached for a RV control and operated his bee drone to head for the site after getting it ready to collect radioactive samples.

What he got brought the smile back to his face. “Cept fer the larger explosion, this looks better than I could have e’er imagined. The magic is helpin’ ta neutralize the radiation. By tomorrow it’ll be clean.”[8]

Jack leaned in to look at the camera, “Oh my—”

Tubbo’s eyes widened as Jack went slack jawed at the video image of the crater. There was a deep hole where the explosion had dissipated most of its force.

The echoes of another mad laugh bubbled in Tubbo’s chest, but he reigned it in. “I think it’s time ta[7] pack up, don’t you?”

“Ye-Yeah,” Jack said uneasily as Tubbo secured the other two payload cores into a leak-proof led box and made them vanish into his coat with his aura. Then Tubbo grabbed their books. Jack’s keycard was burning a hole in his pocket.

Then, once everything incriminating was cleaned up and stored on either Tubbo or Jack’s person.

When Tubbo double checked the area they set up a portal grid that charged with foaming purple aura. Tubbo felt a comfortable release of tension at the bits of Ranboo’s aura that came from the grid. As familiar as Tubbo’s own aura, and it felt like a refreshing breeze when he passed through the portal and into a nightclub that had three different layers to it. A dinning, dancing area. The VIP room was up a flight of curved stairs, and up at the top was a fighting area with cameras that projected the combatants all over the club.

Dream’s Server, where he was judge, jury, king, and executioner. Frequently Dream stayed in the VIP room unless Techno walked in and wanted a fight, or he had to leave to tend to some business.

Tonight everyone was down on the main floor, a match clearly interrupted and when Tubbo and Jack walked in everyone was staring at them, and anyone looked at Tubbo. Staring at him as if he was covered in human entrails.

“What did you fuckers do?” Sapnap spat.

“Language!” Bad gasped from where he was standing amongst the crowd.

“Nothin’,”[9] Tubbo braced his hands on his hips.

“Quit with those muffin-filled lies,” Bad yelled over several other people who were trying to call Tubbo out on his bullshit. “Where were you, young man?”

“Since when does anyone care what I do?” Tubbo scoffed. “I’m not a captain anymore.”

“How about when we feel a fucking explosion,” Quackity spat.

Bad let out another gasp.

“Skeppy, get him out of here,” Quackity turned to glare at Bad. “Bad, I love you, but I can’t deal with your language issues right now.”

“But,” Bad pouted sadly.

“Come on, buddy,” Skeppy patted Bad’s arm and started to walk back up to the arena. Bad glancing between Skeppy and the group before rushing to catch up to his friend.

“You guys felt somethin’[10]?” Jack asked in confusion.

“Of course we did, you guys were nearby doing weird shit and didn’t expect us to notice?” Quackity snapped.

“We weren’t in town, we were north ‘a[6] Egoton,” Tubbo felt a slow smile creep along his face. “Didn’t think it’d shake the whole town.”

“Did it work?” Dream asked, his mask staring at Tubbo.

Everyone, even Jack, stared at Dream.

Tubbo smiled, “Better than I imagined.”

“Alright,” Dream clapped, a smile in his tone. “I have nothing more to talk to you about, you’re free to go. You need any help sorting out the police?”

“Dream, you can’t just leave it at that,” Quackity snapped as Tubbo shook his head.

“We gotta at least know what they did,” Puffy reprimanded. “Cause[11] if they were anywhere near where they said they were and we felt, you can bet Dark felt it. Him and every other demon in this damn town.”

“Fair, fair,” Dream relented. “Tubbo, you wanna share some notes with the others?”

“I just became the strongest glitch in this fuckin’[12] town,” Tubbo proclaimed. “I put myself on the map. An’[1] Jack was there ta[7] help.”

Jack wasn’t sure if he wanted to take any kind of blame and correct Tubbo. Honestly if Tubbo was planning on using or even threatening his “nukes” against demons Jack knew he was already in too deep, and he needed to bail as quickly as possible.

“I’m gonna[13] go lie down,” Jack told everyone. “I’ve used a lotta magic an’ I need ta clear my head.”[14]

“Wait, you two fuckers are just going to walk off?” Quackity demanded, pissed.

“Quackity’s right, your aura’s will have to be tracked for the next little while,” Dream agreed, an air of disinterest.

“Sure, whate’er,[15]” Tubbo shrugged. “Going ta[7] the lab.”

“I’m not done with you yet,” Quackity followed the young man out to a hallway. “I am trying to run a business and you know what drives business away? Fear. I can’t have fear near my fucking casino. Loneliness and hunger gets people to indulge, and when they indulge they spend money. Fear makes people do crazy things.”

Tubbo stopped and just watched Quackity rant at him before leaning in, looking every bit like a mischievous teen that Quackity often forgot he was. He even had his hands folded behind his back and leaned up on his tiptoes. “Can I tell you a secret, Big Q?”

Disarmed a little bit, but not nearly as much as he used to, Quackity sighed, “Depends.”

“You e’er play Civ 5, Big Q?”[16] Tubbo took another step and Quackity watched mischief turn into malice, that smile never fading.

“Yeah,” Quackity answered hesitantly.

“I just became Gandhi,” Tubbo confessed, leaning in. Then he spun away on his heels. “I think I’ve said e’erythin’[17] I needed to say.”

“Hey, what did you just say to me!” Quackity became furious. “You little bastard, what did you do?”

“Go back ta[7] your card tables, Caesar,” Tubbo waved his fingers back at Quackity who looked so outraged he was shaking. In Tubbo’s glee his eye was glowing a sickly yellow. “Rome won’t build itself.”

Quackity watched the young man go, kicking himself for letting his guard down again. When Tubbo turned into a room and left. “Fuck you, Tubbo,” Quackity sneered.

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Accessibility Translations:

1. and

2. Then I guess I got arrested for nothing.

3. showing

4. Attention! Attention! This is a serious warning for radiation if you are in the vicinity of hearing this you must make yourself known so we can safely clear the woods. If you do not, you will die or become severely injured and get sick.

5. for

6. of

7. to

8. Except for the larger explosion, this looks better than I could have ever imagined. The magic is helping to neutralize the radiation. By tomorrow it’ll be clean.

9. Nothing

10. something

11. Because

12. fucking

13. going to

14. I’ve used a lot of magic and I need to clear my head.

15. whatever

16. You ever play Civilization 5, Big Q?

17. everything

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2020 / 33

Aperçu of the week:

It‘s the end of the world as we know it (R.E.M.)

Bad (or good?) news of the week:

75 years ago, hell on earth began in Hiroshima and Nagasaki when the creatures "Little boy" and "Fat man" of the Manhattan Project were unleashed to end World War II. It's hard to find anything positive about that, because for the first time the term Weapon of Mass Destruction (the word alone makes me shiver) revealed its true meaning.

Central Europeans of my generation had to watch "The Day After" at school and learn which subway tunnels could be nuclear bomb proof. We were demonstrating against the nuclear missile stationing by the Americans in our country and were shocked by the nuclear weapon tests of all five veto powers of the UN Security Council - what a coincidence! - in the Sahara, in Kazakhstan, off the coast of Australia, among the Uyghurs and on Bikini Atoll (which should actually be called Godzilla Atoll). Scientists assume that about 300,000 deaths can be attributed to it. But at least there was no nuclear war. And the "tests" stopped when all egos were satisfied.

Actually, it would be good news that it has been so long since irresponsible politicians have resorted to the most dangerous weapon of all time. But apparently the long period of time is also causing forgetfulness, because the current development is anything but pleasing: North Korea is probably about to equip medium-range missiles with nuclear warheads, Israel regularly rattles not only with its saber in its countless regional conflicts, between India and Pakistan things have already become more relaxed, and Russia is pleased that Trump no longer wants to go back on international agreements - even when it comes to bilateral nuclear weapons control. Pandora's box can never be closed again.

Good (or bad?) news of the week:

As if the Lebanese people do not have it hard enough already. Severe recession in the economy, permanent conflict with the southern neighbour, currency crisis, masses of refugees, unstable government. And then came Corona. And then the bomb. No, I'm not talking about crude conspiracy theories. But to store for years, close to the city centre, without security precautions, despite repeatedly reported compulsion to act, almost three thousand tons of explosive material, is simply a bomb. A time bomb. It has to go off at some point.

Actually, it would be bad news that this disaster has struck so devastatingly. But the international response is remarkably positive. Within just a few hours, relief teams from several countries were on their way with rescue equipment, search dogs, medical supplies. France immediately fulfilled its moral obligation as a former mandated power. Israel, officially still at war with Lebanon, jumped over its shadow and declared solidarity and readiness to help. And even Trump wants to attend tomorrow's donor conference. And all this at a time when supposedly every nation has enough problems of its own. Tragedies touch one's own humanity. Obviously, we're not completely numbed yet.

Sense of achievement of the week: (Still almost new!)

After some back and forth between moral responsibility and the purse, we now have a new electricity supplier. A deliberately ecological and regional one. After all, solar power will not have a white - or green - vest as long as the panels are not (or cannot be) produced in an environmentally friendly way. And electricity from far away is certainly not eco-friendly, if large aisles are cut into the woods for the tracks. Our energy consumption is now covered by 100% hydropower from the neighbouring Inn Valley. Think global, act local! Even if this should actually be a matter of course, I am a little proud of it... :-)

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Ex Choir Kid Beats up Ex Chorus Kids, It Isn't the Swimsuit Edition, Teen Tries to Angst Rudely in front of Rude Friends, Worrying Changes Happening With Your Body and Mind are Completely (un)Natural, Robot Attacks Teens in Zoo

Danny didn’t have anything against chorus kids, heck he was one in middle school, but this was downright ridiculous.  He and Tucker had been in the lab, working on actually building the hoverboard that they had planned on building before The Accident.  Danny had the Gravity Inverter™ already built, and they had just decided on modelling it after surf boards instead of skateboards. “It offers more room to maneuver, and between Sam, Jazz, and Mom last summer, I’ve gotten pretty good at surfing.”

“I am a wonderful teacher, yes.  And in return for those lessons, your parents agreed to help me with converting your lawn from grass to moss."  Sam smirked from where she was doing… something on her laptop - the newest brandname laptop that made Tucker drool even though he could almost certainly build a better one.  

"I know I'm going to regret asking this but: Why?"  A glance up showed that Tucker had the soldering iron in the air just over the circuitry of the board and was staring at Sam.  Danny contemplated telling Tucker to put on gloves or let him realize his mistake as the heat got to him.

"Because moss is a much better oxygenator, it doesn't grow tall enough that any mowing need be done, it can grow easily in the low nutrient soil most yards have, and it looks cool as hell."  Sam paused in her typing and Danny and Tucker blinked slowly at her. “I helped with turning the grass in my lawn to moss.”

“So, like, are you gonna just do our lawn or are you gonna convince the school to do it or something?  Maybe a botony club?”

“That sounds like a great idea, Danny!  But I’ve got other ideas for now.” Sam grinned, looking at Tucker, who still hadn’t noticed his own lack of gloves.  Danny was getting worried about nerve damage now. “How’s the car design going?”

“I’ve been working on it, and I was actually gonna have Danny take a look after we’re done with this.  Still, I think it should be pretty easy to do with the right resources. Still, I think we need to develop better transparent solar panels for it to work.”  Danny reached for another tool, opening his mouth to mention that his family already had those developed and capable of 50% efficiency, and instead groaned when his lungs went icy cold.  Turning to the portal, Danny picked up a new Fenton Rifle™ and took aim. The air near the portal rippled and flashed with green sparks which tore the air asunder into a swirling pane of light.  Twelve ghosts, all singing off key and out of harmony, flew from the portal, and it snapped closed as soon as the last pair were out. Quickly fed up with the noise they were making, Tucker took aim with his Wrist Ray ™ and demanded “QUIET!”

One of the ghosts took exception to that and talons dragged across Tucker’s back, flinging him onto the floor.  Danny snarled and pulled the trigger on the rifle, striking one of the ghosts hard in the chest and burning a hole deep enough that Danny could see a pulsating ball of toxic green.  The ghost stared at him, shocked, and melted into a puddle on the ground. Before Danny could swing the rifle around to take out the rest, a claw slammed into his arm and sent him tumbling into the table.  The ghosts evacuated the lab, fleeing the angry teen and his gun while Tucker slowly stood up. Danny rushed over, hand hovering an inch from Tucker. “Are you ok? That looked like it hurt. It also looks like it’s bleeding.”

“Yeah, it hurt plenty.  Is it deep?”

“No, I think the bleeding is just immediate bu-”

“Sam, can you get the first aid kit?  We can bandage this right?” Tucker tugged on his sweater and Danny phased it off for him.  “You go, we’ll catch up.”

Danny took a deep breath and concentrated, filled and surrounded by void faster than ever before and rising off the ground.  “Call me, I’ll text you where I am when you can catch up.” And off he flew, immaterial and weightless, the world unfolding until all he could see was the brilliant viridian streaked void and those idiots who thought they could get away with hurting his best friend.  The first one he caught up to dodged his rifle fire, another coming up and slamming a brick into his head.  Danny whipped around with a growl and shot that one in the center, not watching as it crumbled into a pile of goo.  “ You’re next!”

Tucker and Sam skateboarded their way to him around halfway through the ghosts, using the thermos to catch them instead of letting Danny tear them apart.  Something he was surely going to appreciate when he wasn’t as furious as he was right now. Unfortunately, upon getting the last pair near a warehouse on the docks of the river, the Trio found yet another rip in the air, an odd shifting thing that refused to stay as one shape for Tucker and Sam to see.  Helpfully, Danny supplied, “It’s a tesseract. That’s fucking amazing to see, it’s so cool.”

And because Danny had the sheer gall to be impressed by geometry the universe punished his nerdiness by shoving a ghost out of the portal, ethereal form twisting between sizes and shapes before cubic chunks of green settled as a blue skinned man in denim overalls.  Bright red eyes blinked out at the teens and they sighed. Sam nearly had time to say hi when the ghost lifted his hands over his head, wiggling his fingers and shouted at them. “BEWARE!”

“Ok,” Tucker said as he fired his ectopistol at the ghost, blasting him back a bit.  Tucker stumbled onto his face when a glowing box smacked him in the back of the head and groaned.  “This is stupid.” Sam fired her own wrist ray and it knocked boxy right into Danny’s line of fire while another box hit her legs and tripped her up.

Danny pressed the barrel of his rifle against the Box ghost’s chest, focusing his anger into the gun and pulled the trigger.  “ B E W A R E .”  Hot ectoplasma tore through the Box Ghost’s chest and burned a hole on the wall behind him.  Danny flew down to his friends to check on them, and sucked on his teeth when he saw the way they were looking at him.  “What?”

“Danny, I dunno how you did that to your voice, but when Halloween comes around you need to be able to do it again.”  Tucker let Sam help him up and pulled out the thermos, aiming it at the mess on the walls. “Seal for delivery.” The green goop flew toward the thermos and soon was gone.  Danny dropped to the ground and flipped onto his back.

“Seal, aquatic mammal in the arctic.  It uh, barks?” Danny looked hopeful. Sam looked less so.

“Sorry brain boy, that is yet another wrong answer.”

“Hey, I’m an Astrophysist, mechanical engineer and artist, not a biologist.”  Danny grumbled. “Speaking of biology, how you doin Tuck?”

Tucker spun the Fenton Thermos ™ on his finger like a basketball.  “I’m feelin a bit sore still but I’ll be way better once we all get home.  There’s still an hour before curfew and that’s all we need to study, right?”  Danny offered a thumbs up and Sam shrugged. 

Then the thermos fell from Tucker’s finger right on the release button and all their hard work filled the warehouse before getting away again.  

“Tucker.”

“Yes, Sam?”

“When you’re feeling better I’m going to hurt you.”

“Right.”

 Considering it took them over two and a half hours to find and catch a third of the ghosts released by Tuck's blunder, everyone got home at around midnight, leaving no study time for Danny.  The Box Ghost, apparently, was stronger than they expected, because he was fully formed as soon as the ectoplasm left the thermos. Running a highly demanding brain and body on only five hours of sleep was Not a fun endeavor.  Danny inhaled his breakfast, and if an upward glance was anything to go by spiked the electric bill with his secondary eating.

Jazz decided to be gratingly cheery anyway, like she always was.  “Mom! I just got the news from Genius magazine!”  Jazz was holding up a cover of said magazine and Danny rolled his eyes.  “You’re gonna be on the cover!”

“Genius Magazine?”  Dad grabbed up the magazine and stared at it for a moment before a low and potentially upset tone carried out, “is it the swimsuit issue?”

“Dad, please ,” Jazz rolled her eyes and narrowed them.  “this magazine is for, by and about women geniuses!”

“Firstly,” Danny said, holding up his spoon.  “Is Dr. Saturday in it?”

“…No.”

“Then they missed a genius.”  Danny felt his face twist up. “Secondly, I’m trying to eat and you bring up Mom being in the swimsuit issue of a falsely named magazine?”

Jazz ripped the magazine from Dad’s hand and groaned in frustration, her page flipping now the slamming of book covers.  “I signed Mom up so that the world can see that she’s a genius and not a ghost hunting freak!” Danny winced, rubbing his neck.  Sounded like Jazz heard as much of it as he did. Unsurprising, kids were assholes.

“They’re not ghost hunting freaks,” Danny said with only a touch of offense in his tone.  “They’re Ectologists, contracted regularly by the government. They’re also right about ghosts being real.”  Jazz opened her mouth to challenge that claim but even groggy and under fueled Danny’s brain was quick.  “Just check the back of the school for proof.” Quick but filterless.

“Well sweetie,” Mom said before Jazz could counter that it was a gas explosion like Tucker had fed to the school, “if I’m going to be on a cover - which you should ask me for permission for before you go doing it - then I want Jack right there with me.”  Mom pulled Dad’s bulk to her, impossibly, in a hug. “We’re a team after all!”

The man in question beamed and pulled out… something.  Danny didn’t have the brain power to analyze tech at the moment.  “That’s right! Together we built the Ghost Gabber™! It translates the odd noises that a ghost makes, dissonant whispering sounds and all, into language that you and I can understand!”

“In what language?”  Danny frowned. “If you’re gonna sell this - which please don’t this is ridiculous - then it should be in like, all languages you’re gonna sell to right?”

“Mandarin, Spanish, English, Hindi and Arabic so far,” Mom supplied.  Danny nodded and slurped down the last of the milk in his bowl. “It’ll work for any language when it’s done!”

Danny stared at the thing and narrowed his eyes.  “Boo.”

“I am a ghost,” the thing rattled off back to him.  Which, well, fuck. That’s what I was thinking at least.

“It’s busted, responded to human speech.  Or you guys have the worst humor and that’s preprogrammed.”  Danny grabbed his lunch and headed to the door.  “Love you byyye!”

 School was as mind numbing as ever, the damage from the ‘gas explosion’ doing nothing to stop classes apparently.  Which meant that Falluca's test on biology was still a go. Yay. Brain sluggish from last night's hunting and lacking on biology knowledge to begin with, Danny was unsurprised yet pissy when he was handed back a D.

Taking their lunches into the library, the Trio ate quickly, everyone still feeling yesterday's activities.  Soon as he was out of food to shovel in his mouth Danny was glaring at his test again. "I can't have a D on a test!  I’m a Fenton!”

“The American Public education system is a relic and fails to accurately quantify intelligence.”  Danny stared blankly at Tucker, who shrugged. “Sam’s activism rubs off when she’s right.”

“If I come home with a D my mom’s gonna put me through martial arts training and have Dad give me lessons on whatever it is I failed on.”  Danny waved his paper aggressively. “My Dad teaching me biology guys, it’s horrible!”

“Well since you need to boost that grade I have an extra credit idea for you,” Sam said at one of the computers.  Danny turned to look at her screen and furrowed his brow.

“A purple backed gorilla?  Why is it’s back purple? That’s not a naturally occurring pigment in mammals.”  Danny turned to Tucker. “Right?”

“While I’m the last person you should defer to for knowledge on organic coding, you’re right.  I can only think of birds and uh butterflies? Those can be purple. Rarely though.”

“Extremely rare, only two males left.  Which is why you’re going to write a report studying it on why it deserves to be set free!”  Sam beamed at him with that smile she used when she wanted something out of him. The air around her shimmered with impressions of green and purple, like a mist that clung just above her skin.  It didn’t seem to be hurting her, so Danny didn’t bother mentioning it beyond pulling out his journal to take a note in.

“I don’t have time for extra credit, or your agendas, Sam.”  Danny groaned. “Gotta find those extra ghosts before they manage to hurt someone.”

“Actually,” Tucker cut in, holding up his PDA.  “You do have time. You just need to manage it better.  Which is why I’ve elected myself to be your time manager.  Least I can do after Sam let all those ghosts out.” Sam glared, that meowing turning to a low growl, and Danny tugged on his jacket.

“I dunno…”  Could Tucker be trusted to manage even his own time, let alone Danny’s?

“It’ll be my job to manage your schedule so that you can do your schoolwork and catch that Box Ghost dumbass that Sam let out.”

“You do remember that I can turn outrun you right?”  Sam’s glare intensified, and Tucker swallowed.  “I can kick your ass faster than you can move it, Foley.”

“Remember what happened when I let you manage the thermos, Tucker?”  Danny arched a brow, crossing his arms.

“I’ve already set a reminder,” the geek held up his PDA which flashed with bright green letters.  “Don’t let Tucker handle the Thermos.”

“What the hell?”  Danny sighed. “I guess we can do a trial run.”

“Sweet!  I’ve also scheduled some time for us to go check out that gorilla once classes are over.”

“Before I even said yes to doing a report on it, yay.  Aren’t you just the best?” Danny jabbed Tucker lightly in the arm and frowned when Tucker winced.  “How’s the shoulder?”

Tucker shrugged.  “It’s getting better.  Told Mom I fell off my skateboard trying to do a trick and she helped me change my bandages.  It should be fine in a couple days.”

Danny sighed, pulling his hood over his head.  “I shouldn’t have opened that portal. Then you guys wouldn’t have gotten hurt like this.”  Danny zipped up his hoodie, shivering. “Stars guys, I’m so sorry .”

“Said the guy who I pressured into the portal,” Sam countered.

“To the guy who coulda said enough is enough and stopped you,” Tucker added, ruining Danny’s angsty bad times.  He had negativity to feel dangit!

“You guys are dumb.”  Danny pulled the two into a tight hug.  “Thanks. I dunno what I’d do without you.”

“Probably finish dying, let’s be real.”  Tucker earned the punch he got from Sam, he really did.

The bell rang, and the Trio sighed.  “Well shit. Time to go back and do all that school stuff.”  Danny pulled away and grabbed up his bag. It was one of the few classes he had without Sam and Tuck next.  “See you guys later.” A few goodbyes later and everyone left to zone out in class and contemplate what that day in the lab had really meant for them.

 While Sam was taking in all the key points of the lesson, she was also noting that she knew this part of history like the back of her hand.  The majority of Sam’s attention was on a comment the blond meathead had made. Just as they got to class, Dash had shoved Danny into some lockers, and when Sam told him off for it he called her a witch girl for hanging out with the ghost freak.  As much it made Sam want to castrate the idiot with a heated rusty knife, it also made her think. If ghosts were real - something she tried not to think too hard about because the realization of how big that was felt like too much to even begin processing - then why not magick?  Tucking away the mental note to do some research on magick later, Sam let her mind wander through all the different things she could probably do for the world with magick.

Once Sam found Tucker and Danny at the exit, she draped her arms over both boys’ shoulders and kept walking.  They caught up to pace quickly enough. “So, the zoo first or looking for Ghostly Chorus first?”

“Ghosts first,” Danny said after a few minutes of contemplation.  “If we catch em right away we can get to the zoo and spend more time fully focused on it.”  It took them a trip home each to grab their scooters, then two hours of searching four different neighborhoods before the group actually found the four remaining Choir Ghosts.  Danny felt a deep rage fill the core of his being when he saw them, the fools that dared to hurt his friends and took aim with his rifle to announce that he’d found them.  A pulled trigger and there were only three ghosts left. One of the ghosts turned to fly at him, swiping a claw that grazed his cheek and knocked him back in the air.  Tucker fired off a shot, missing both the chorus ghost and Danny by just an inch, and being knocked tumbling off his skateboard for his trouble. “ You’re going to regret that . ”

Sam landed a shot on the ghost that knocked Tucker off his board and did a kick flip to avoid one trying to get the drop on her.  The ghosts prioritized Danny as the biggest threat, two of them swinging at him from either side. Danny raised his weapons on either side and was knocked down by the third one into Tucker.  A growl built itself up from Danny’s chest and he turned both his rifle and wrist ray to the sky. One of the ghosts dodged the wrist ray, knocking the other into the path of the rifle shot. Sam took out the one that had dodged Danny just before the last one appeared in front of her.  It dove under the ground and Sam saw green as Tucker’s wrist ray rammed into her shoulder. “SAM!”

Tucker rushed over to Sam and Danny zoomed through the air, driving his fist through the ghost’s chest and grabbing onto that ball of emerald light.  He snarled in it’s face. “Should’ve let him take you out.  It would’ve been less painful.”  The ghost tried to get away, but Danny held firm and squeezed harder and harder until the ball of power, of connection of self of discordant songs and burning wood cracked in his hand and ectoplasm dissolved into a pile of goop on the asphalt.

Turning back to Sam and Tucker, Danny was greeted by horrified faces on his best friends in the world, and immediately lowered himself to the ground.  The void left him, an empty space in his chest as Danny ran over to Sam and Tucker, kneeling to check Sam’s shoulder. “Are you ok?”

Sam took a long moment befor eshe seemed to even hear what he’d said.  “I mean I uh I might need some burn cream and my shoulder isn’t exactly having the best night ever, but I’ll be fine.  It doesn’t exactly hurt as much as it probably hurt the ghosts.”

“Y-yeah, that’s probably it.”  Tucker helped her to her feet and dusted himself off.  “Everybody still feeling up for the zoo? We gotta grab that extra credit.”

Danny stared down at his hand, flexing his fingers and shuddering at the icy chill around them.  He’d taken out minor ghosts before, sure, but never as brutally as he did that one and the Box Ghost.  What happened to me?   “Alright.  The zoo.” Danny slid back into the void, easier at night when he had the stars to look up to and reach for, and rose up off the ground while Tucker and Sam grabbed their boards.  And as they headed to the Zoo, Danny couldn’t help but think to himself. I wouldn’t do that to a person, would I?  All I had to do was catch it in the thermos and it’d have been dealt with.  Stars.   Danny shook his head, trying to force himself away from thoughts of what kind of horror he’d’ve seen on Tucker and Sam’s faces if that had been a human who’d taken a swing at them.

 Sam looked out from the observation deck binoculars at Sampson, taking her turn on gorilla watch.  “He’s so beautiful, so intelligent, so majestic!” Watching the gorilla pace in his cage Sam was sure he would be infinitely happier in the wild.

“What we’ve learned thus far, Sam is that gorillas like to scratch their butts.”  Danny yawned, turning to Tucker. “How long have we taken to learn that?”

“Five hours.”  Tucker yawned, sitting on the floor.

“Time flies when you’re majestically scratching your butt.”

“C’mon guys, we could learn something about Sampson no one else has!”  A thought occurred and Sam turned to Danny. “You should try commun- oh.  Wow.” The boys were on the floor, both clearly conked out from the lack of sleep last night.  And Danny rolled over to cuddle Tucker in his sleep, which Sam felt was sickeningly cute. “Fine, I’ll do it myself… in the meantime…” Sam took a picture of the boys, chuckling.  “To the scrapbook it goes for when these idiots finally get a clue.”

By the time she got to the gorilla enclosure, she heard a loud roar from elsewhere in the zoo.  Presuming it was just a tiger or two waking up, Sam looked into the cage to see Sampson pulling on the bars of the door to his cage.  “You poor creature, stuck in here when you should be in the jungle.” Sampson saw Sam standing there and pulled even harder on the door, howling at her and staring desperately.  “…You want out?”

Sam decided to use her own Dumbass Teenager Action of the month and blame it on her own sleep deprivation.  She also blamed it on the control panel having an easy to get to, easy to use Open Cage button.  If she could get away with it, she was going to have a talk with whoever ran security.

Sampson practically flew out of his cage and Sam followed after him.  She stopped, shock freezing her muscles up as Sampson tackled to the ground a… “Is that a fucking robot?”

The man made of steel and wearing black leather and a shoulder pad kicked Sampson off and Sam found herself caught between rolling her eyes at the Mohawk and goatee made of green fire and backing away from the glowing ghost robot.

Sampson charged again immediately after being thrown, knocking the robot to the ground and rolling onto his back.  Sam felt herself laugh as the robot was tossed around by Sampson’s feet but it all felt so unreal. Is this what my life has come to?

Sampson was blinded by goo and Sam felt it time to act.  She raised her Wrist Ray™ and fired, narrowly missing the ghost robot, who glared in her direction and fired off a shot of his own.  It caught her in the gut, sending Sam backward and the ghost snorted. “Damn wench. You and this gorilla pest are in my way. Thought I’d gotten the last one with me.”  Speaking of, Sampson got the gunk out of his eyes and charged the hunter again, though the ghost dodged out of the way, phasing through a backhanded swing.

“So you’re the one who went around poaching the furs of purple-backed gorillas?  This is your fault? ”  Sam felt her blood boil and fired off another shot with her wrist ray, cracking the shoulder pad of the armor.  “They’re going to go extinct because of you!”

“All the more reason to get the last ones in my home.  Unfortunately, you can put several bullets into something and it can still eat you before it realizes it’s supposed to be dead.”  The robot looked down at his shoulder, which gave off little sparks, and he turned to Sam, raising his arm cannon. “Let’s see how well you can replicate that, shall we?”

Before the ghost could fire his cannon at Sam, Sampson grabbed him up from behind and tossed the ghost hard.  Sam recognized that she wasn’t going to be able to handle this one on her own, and ran to the observation deck to get to Danny and Tucker.  “GUYS, GUYS WAKE UP!” She grabbed onto the ladder and started climbing when an explosion rocked the tower and she nearly lost her grip. The town began to lean and Sam heard herself screaming before she even felt it.  The tower began to tilt her way and Sam looked down to see a hole blown in the base of the tower.

 Danny heard screaming, but it was far away and likely unimportant and he had dreams to have, stars to see and hear and cradle in his hands and wrap his entire self within and around.  There was so much for them to show him, so much to give him and all he need do is reach out and - the ground shook, thunder booming in his sensitive ears and Danny clung tighter to Tucker for a moment, his eyes flying open.  “TUCK Tucker wake up!” Danny shook his friend and reached for that silvery darkness that filled him and wove around him. “Fuck fuck fuck, ok, I have an idea, get up, be ready!”

Danny flew through the glass - either physically or intangibly he didn’t know right now - and turned to look at the tower.  There was… a hole in it. And Sam was on the tower, screaming. And they needed him.  “It worked for Agatha, it can work for me.”  Danny held out his hands and closed his eyes.  He searched within, reaching deeper and deeper for that light, the wispy shadows that surrounded the world and held it in place around her star and kept the universe from falling apart.  He reached and reached and shadows, whips of darkness even he could not fully see were grasped and pulled out of him.  His eyes opened, and Danny wrapped his very self around the tower, gravity’s hold snatched away but for the longest of seconds.  The tower no longer fell for there was no down for it to fall into, merely the void for it to rest within. Nothing, less than nothing, empty space filled the spaces between everything and all was still.

And then he c r a c k e d .

 Tucker caught Danny and Sam looked around the zoo in awe and horror.  Sampson had been blasted back into his cage, the tower was on its side, and Danny looked like he was fading fast.  “Tucker, the thermos!” He pulled it out of his backpack and handed it to Sam. She looked inside and saw the sloshing ectoplasm they’d cleaned off the streets when they tore up the ghosts earlier.  She grabbed onto Danny and held his mouth open, pouring the ectoplasm even as his form flickered between ghost and human.

“Sam, what the hell?”  Sam realized her hand was shaking when she saw the green fluid drip down the sides of Danny’s face and Tucker grabbed the thermos to steady it.  Danny drank down the ectoplasm and his body stabilized in ghost form. Once the thermos was empty, Tucker set it down and they watched as Danny glitched between forms one last time before his back arched and those blindingly bright rings appeared, transforming him back into Danny Fenton.  “What the fuck happened?”

“A ghost robot appeared and tried to kill us.”  Sam stood up and grabbed her board. “Who’s carrying Danny?”

“My hands are steady so I think that’s gonna be me.  Think you can carry my board? I don’t wanna try that while I’ve got him on my back.”  Tucker maneuvered Danny onto his back with arms looped around his shoulders, and stood up slowly and carefully.  Sam grabbed his board and they headed for the exit together and from there to Fenton Works.