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whats-in-a-sentence · 8 months ago

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Although there are a few subtleties I've relegated to the endnotes, this conclusion is general.² All the known and accepted laws relating to motion – from Newton's mechanics just discussed, to Maxwell's electromagnetic theory, to Einstein's special and general theories of relativity (remember, we are putting off quantum mechanics until the next chapter) – embody time-reversal symmetry: motion that can occur in the usual forward-time direction can equally well occur in reverse.

2. For the mathematically inclined reader, let me note more precisely what is meant by time-reversal symmetry and point out one intriguing exception whose significance for the issues we're discussing in this chapter has yet to be fully settled. The simplest notion of time-reversal symmetry is the statement that a set of laws of physics is time-reversal symmetric if any given solution to the equations, say S(t), then S(-t) is also a solution to the equations. For instance, in Newtonian mechanics, with forces that depend on particle positions, if x(t) = (x1(t), x2(t), . . . , x3n(t)) are the positions of n-particles in three space dimensions, turn the fact that x(t) solves d²x(t)/dt² = F(x(t)) implies that x(-t) is also a solution to Newton's equations, i.e. d²x(-t)/dt² = F(x(-t)). Notice that x(-t) represents particle motion that passes through the same positions as x(t), but in reverse order, with reverse velocities.

More generally, a set of physical laws provides us with an algorithm for evolving an initial state of a physical system at time t0 to some other time t + t0. Concretely, this algorithm can be viewed as a map U(t) which takes as input S(t0) and produces S(t + t0), that is: S(t + t0) = U(t)S(t0). We say that the laws giving rise to U(t) are time-reversal symmetric if there is a map T satisfying U(-t) = T^-¹·U(t)T. In English, this equation says that by a suitable manipulation of the state of the physical system at one moment (accomplished by T), evolution by an amount t forward in time according to the laws of theory (accomplished by U(t)) is equivalent to having evolved the system t units of time backward in time (denoted by U(-t)). For instance, if we supervise the state of a system of particles at one moment by their positions and velocities, then T would keep all particle positions fixed and reverse all velocities. Evolving such a configuration of particles forward in time by an amount t is equivalent to having evolved the original configuration of particles backward in time by an amount t. (The factor of T^-1 undoes the velocity reversal so that, at the end, not only are the particle positions what they would have been t units of time previously, but so are their velocities.)

For certain sets of laws, the T operation is more complicated than it is for Newtonian mechanics. For example, if we study the motion of charged particles in the presence of an electromagnetic field, the reversal of particle velocities would be inadequate for the equations to yield an evolution in which the particles retrace their steps. Instead, the direction of the magnetic field must also be reversed. (This is required so that the v × B term in the Lorentz force law equation remains unchanged.) Thus, in this case, the T operation encompasses both of these transformations. The fact that we have to do more than just reverse all particle velocities has no impact on any of the discussion that follows in the text. All that matters is that particle motion in one direction is just as consistent with the physical laws as particle motion in the reverse direction. That we have to reverse any magnetic fields that happen to be present to accomplish this is of no particular relevance.

Where things get more subtle is the weak nuclear interactions. The weak interactions are described by a particular quantum field theory (discussed briefly in Chapter 9), and a general theorem shows that quantum field theories (so long as they are local, unitary, and Lorentz invariant – which are the ones of interest) are always symmetric under the combined operations of charge conjugation C (which replaces particles by their antiparticles), parity P (which inverts positions through the origin), and a bare-bones time-reversal operation T (which replaces t by -t). So, we could define a T operation to be the product CPT, but if T invariance absolutely requires the CP operation to be included, T would be no longer simply interpreted as particles retracing their steps (since, for example, particle identities would be changed by such T – particles would be replaced by their antiparticles – and hence it would not be the original particles retracing their steps). As it turns out, there are some exotic experimental situations in which we are forced into this corner. There are certain particle species (K-mesons, B-mesons) whose repertoire of behaviors is CPT invariant but is not invariant under T alone. This was established indirectly in 1964 by James Cronin, Val Fitch, and their collaborators (for which Cronin and Fitch received the 1980 Nobel Prize) by showing that the K-mesons violated CP symmetry (ensuring that they must violate T symmetry in order not to violate CPT). More recently, T symmetry violation has been directly established by the CPLEAR experiment at CERN and the KTEV experiment at Fermilab. Roughly speaking, these experiments show that if you were presented with a film of the recorded processes involving these meson particles, you'd be able to determine whether the film was being projected in the correct forward time direction, or in reverse. In other words, these particular particles can distinguish between past and future. What remains unclear, though, is whether this has any relevance for the arrow of time we experience in everyday contexts. After all, these are exotic particles that can be produced for fleeting moments in high-energy collisions, but they are not a constituent of familiar material objects. To name physicists, including me, it seems unlikely that the time nonreversal invariance evidenced by these particles plays a role in answering the puzzle of time's arrow, so we shall not discuss this exceptional example fuller. But the truth is that no one knows for sure.

"The Fabric of the Cosmos" - Brian Greene

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tanadrin · 10 months ago

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And God said, "Behold! I have created the fourth primordial force: the weak interaction!"

And the angels all clapped and nodded politely, and there was a long silence; and finally Verchiel, the Angel of Grace, spoke up and asked, "Er, what exactly does it do, O Fashioner?"

And God said, "What do you mean, 'what does it do?' It's the fourth fundamental force of the universe."

And Verchiel said, "You mentioned that. Um. But it's just that the other three sort of have a brand, you know? Gravity helps build large-scale structures, acts over vast cosmic distances, shapes time and space. The strong force is secret, hidden, binding together quarks and all that. Electromagnetism, very cool stuff, somewhere in between. We're all big fans of the whole magnetic monopole double bluff, very clever. But, er. What does this 'weak interaction' do?"

And God said, "It mediates radioactive decay. Sort of."

And Verchiel said, "Radioactive decay? All radioactive decay?"

And God said, "No. Just some kinds."

And Zephaniel, the Chief of the Ishim spoke, and he said, "A whole independent force just to mediate some kinds of radioactive decay?"

And God said, "Well. Not totally independent. Technically it's related to electromagnetism."

And Zephaniel said, "Wait, it's not even a real force?"

And God said, "It's totally a real force. It's just that it's one aspect of a combined electromagnetic and weak force. An electro-weak force, if you will."

And Metatron, the Celestial Scribe, scratched his head at this, but said nothing.

And Cambiel, the Angel of Transformation, said, "Maybe you can walk us through it from the top."

And God Sighed an immense Sigh, and said, "All right, fine.

"So the way it works is that all of space and time is permeated by a field that has imaginary mass."

And Cambiel said, "Imaginary mass, O Generous Provider?"

And God said, "Yes, imaginary mass. It's tachyonic, d'you see?"

And Sarathiel, the Angel of Discipline, said, "Wait a minute, I thought we agreed nothing was going to travel faster than light? All that 'c' business and the whole Lorentz transformation thing. What's happening with that?"

And God said, "Let me finish. The field is tachyonic. The particles in the field all move slower than light."

And Sarathiel had to think about this for a second.

And God said, "The point is, a field with imaginary mass has a non-zero vacuum expectation value."

And this really gave Sarathiel trouble, since he had never been very good at math.

And God, seeing this, went back to explain. "Most fields, like the electromagnetic field, have no effect when they are at their lowest energy state. It's like they're not there at all. If you give a field imaginary mass, then it vanishes only when it's at a very high energy state, and at a low energy state, it has a nonzero value everywhere."

And Sarathiel nodded, but he was confused, because he didn't understand why God would create such a thing.

But Verchiel thought he saw where God was going with this, and he was amazed.

"Truly, you are cunning beyond measure, O Only One Certainly Sound and Genuine in Truth! Only now do I understand your design! For in order to make the universe homogenous and isotropic, it is necessary that all large-scale fluctuations in temperature and mass must be evened out early in the history of the cosmos; and therefore, you have designed a field which will rapidly expand space after the Big Bang, many orders of magnitude in brief moments, and then swiftly and spontaneously decay as it gives up the energy it began with, giving rise to radiation and particles of all kinds as it does, which will condense into the material universe! It is a wonder to behold."

And God said, "What? No. I mean I did, but this isn't the inflaton field I'm talking about. This is something else."

And Verchiel said, "Wait, it's not?"

And God said, "No, I'm going to use a different field to drive cosmic inflation. The properties of this field are totally different."

And now Verchiel was also confused, and lapsed into silence.

And God said, "Like I was saying, this field is a scalar field with imaginary mass, and it does spontaneously decay to a ground state with a non-zero value. But it's not the inflaton field. Instead it combines with the W1, W2, W3, and B bosons."

And Metatron began to flip back through the pages of the Heavenly Record trying to figure out where he'd lost the thread.

And Zephaniel said, "The what bosons?"

And God said, "The W1, W2, W3, and B bosons. I'm sure I mentioned them. You know, the massless bosons?"

And Zephaniel said, "I'm pretty sure we only talked about the W+, W-, and Z0 bosons. All of which you said were going to have mass, O Owner of All Sovereignty."

And God said, "Yes, but this is how they get them, you see. Once this field acquires a nonzero value everywhere, the massless bosons interact with it and get mass. Well, some of them do. They turn into the W+, W-, and Z0 boson. And the photon."

And Zephaniel said, "…and the photon, O Accepter of Invocation?"

And God said, "Well, I did say I was going to unify the electromagnetic force and the weak interaction, didn't I? This is how. Above the critical temperature--right now I'm thinking 10^15 K, but I'm open to feedback on that one--electromagnetism and the weak force act as a single unifying force. Below that temperature, the field gets a nonzero value, you get three massive bosons to mediate the weak interaction, and the photon pops out seperately."

And Zephaniel said, "That seems… a bit overly complicated, doesn't it, O Reinstater Who Brings Back All?"

And God said, "No, it's exactly what we need. Look, that way the W and Z bosons have something to do, but the weak interaction still only travels short distances. Gravity is still the star of the show on cosmic scales, as it were. But now quarks and leptons can swap their flavor!"

And Zephaniel said, rather weakly, "Their… flavor, O Source of Good?"

And God said, "It's this new quantum number I'm trying out, to give the three generations of matter more unique identities."

And Cambiel said, "Three generations of matter? Now I'm really confused."

And God said, "I'm sure I mentioned this. You've got the lightest quarks and leptons, and then two heavier versions of each that can decay into the lighter versions."

And Cambiel said, "What do they do? New kinds of chemistry, is it?"

And God said, "Well, no. Mostly they just decay in a couple microseconds. Or even faster."

And Zephaniel began to rub his temples, and Cambiel sniffed.

And Cambiel said, "This all seems a bit ad hoc to me. Not really the stuff of an elegant and obviously ordered Creation. Why not have four generations of matter? Why not a trillion?"

And God began to grow irritable, and said, "Well, that's not really up to you, now is it? We're going to have three generations of matter, and the electroweak force, and that's that!"

And Zephaniel said, "As long as we are unifying fundamental forces, perhaps we could somehow also unify the electroweak interaction with the strong interaction, or even gravity."

And God hesitated saying, "Well, I haven't decided about that yet. I'm not sure I want gravity to be quantized, you know? Seems to take some of the geometric elegance out of general relativity."

And now it was Zephaniel's turn to sigh, and he bowed his head. "As you wish, O Possessor of Authority of Decisions and Judgement."

#don't even get zephaniel started on right-handed neutrinos

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requinoesis · 4 days ago

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After noticing patterns over the years, I created this list with 13 points to score the level of stereotypes about sharks present in a work. I believe that most of these stereotypes have their main origin in the film Jaws (1975).

With the scarcity of works that explore other creative approaches to sharks, beyond the “man-eating ” narrative, Jaws ended up consolidating itself as the greatest source of inspiration and creative reference for many productions to this day. This was called “The Jaws Effect”. 🩸🦈

I've noticed that certain patterns in the creative world repeat themselves to the point of being tedious, which bothers me. Not because they're bad, but because in many cases they're harmful. With these points, I hope to show sharks in a new light.

🩸1 - Great White Shark Popularized by the Jaws movie, the Great white shark has become the dominant archetype in the representation of sharks in fiction. Often, works choose to use this shark or a generic gray version of imprecise anatomy, with no defined species. However, there are over 400 species of shark, and very few are explored creatively.

🩸2 - Man-eater The persistent idea that sharks have humans as a natural part of their diet is one of the most widespread stereotypes. Although there are reports of incidents, most attacks are isolated and often by mistake. Any animal, including humans, could turn to unexpected sources of food in a situation of desperation or starvation.

🩸3 - Forced Behavior It's common to see sharks portrayed with distorted or exaggerated behaviors that don't match their nature just to cause tension, such as:

Hunting small fish, ignoring the fact that sharks avoid expending energy on low-energy prey.

Abandoning easy prey just to arbitrarily chase the protagonist.

Going crazy at the smell of blood.

Showing a wild and constant hunger.

Obsessively pursuing a single prey.

Making aggressive shark species known for being peaceful or timid.

Attacking and destroying objects, structures or vessels with disproportionate fury just to reach someone.

🩸4 - Monstrous appearance It's common to see sharks' appearance exaggerated to intensify visual fear, making them look like monsters rather than real animals:

A gaping mouth, with huge, crooked teeth that are constantly stained with blood.

Menacing, demonic red, black empty and soulless eyes.

Body covered in grotesque scars, exposed wounds and even weapons embedded in the skin.

A disproportionate figure, with pointed shapes, a swollen or deformed body.

Bizarre mutations that completely alter their anatomy.

Technological modifications to make them more weapon-like, emphasizing the idea of the "Killing Machine".

🩸5 - Shark de-characterization Especially in children's works, in order to be accepted by the public or the other characters in the plot, the shark is often forced to change its identity. It is transformed into a “domesticated” version, such as:

Becoming a vegetarian or a toothless shark, losing its ecological role as a predator.

Taking on exaggeratedly “funny” behavior, becoming a caricature.

Having its behavior and appearance altered to look more like a dolphin or other friendly shape, excluding striking features such as prominent fins, visible gills or a fusiform snout.

Choose to portray a specific species of shark because it seems more “friendly” to the public, such as the whale shark.

🩸6 - Limited Nature The representation of sharks in fiction is usually limited to sensationalist aspects, such as the power of their bite, the old phrase that they "smell a drop of blood in 2 million liters of water", or things like "killers from the womb".

However, sharks have some very interesting characteristics that are little explored creatively:

Acute hearing, capable of picking up sounds more than a kilometer away in the ocean.

Their electroreception, which allows them to perceive tiny electrical impulses emitted by living prey and even sense the electromagnetic field around them.

Possible link between their migrations and the lunar phases.

Incredible healing capacity and immune resistance.

Skin made up of denticles made of the same material as our teeth.

They constantly change their teeth.

Longevity and they never stop growing.

Many fish such as rémoras and pilot fish depend on and live alongside sharks.

Sensitive to pressure changes and can even predict hurricanes and tropical storms.

🩸7 - Red Presence Striking presence of red, either with the presence of blood or the color present in the design. This emphasis on red reinforces the shark's direct association with violence, danger and death, contributing to the construction of the “bloodthirsty monster” stereotype.

🩸8 - Dark Music It is common for sharks to be associated with tense, dark and threatening soundtracks whenever they appear on the scene. More often than not, I notice that when sharks are mentioned in song lyrics, it is to express some sort of comparison to some negative stereotype.

🩸9 - Threatening setting Scenarios with sharks are almost always represented in a gloomy, dark, desaturated way, empty of marine life. The environment is treated as a dangerous place by nature, shipwrecks, dark caves, areas full of garbage, explosive mines or the inhospitable depths of the sea

🩸10 - Masculinization The theme involving sharks has always been very masculine. Shark characters are rarely female, while the human characters who interact with these animals, scientists, hunters, divers or specialists, are almost always white men. Women and minorities almost never occupy central or specialized roles in these narratives.

🩸11 - Villainization Sharks are often portrayed as villains by default, carrying negative and caricatured stereotypes, for example:

Gangster or mobster

Aggressor or school bully

Criminal or loan shark

Brutish idiot or dumb henchman

Corrupt politician or authoritarian fascist figure

Indomitable monster or irrational beast

Recurring enemy, obstacle or final boss in video games

🩸12 - Objectification Sharks are often treated as mere resources or utilitarian objects in fiction. They are represented as trophies, rewards, collectibles or consumables, as if they existed only to be hunted, exhibited or eaten.

This objectification also appears in the constant presence of jaws decorating environments, teeth used as accessories, fins amputated as an ingredient, and in the display of the animal's body in a morbid way: corpses exposed, dead body hung and displayed as a trophy in harbor, parts dissected or being devoured by other creatures.

🩸13 - Death As if it weren't enough to have become a symbol of death incarnate, even in animations aimed at children, sharks almost always have the same fate: death. What's worse, their death is usually celebrated as a relief or a victory.

Impaled, butchered, set on fire, crushed, blown up, fished out or killed by another "heroic" creature, tossed about by hurricanes… In many cases, these scenes are treated with humor or graphic exaggeration, turning the destruction of the shark into a spectacle.

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I was unsure about publishing this list as it is just personal observations from someone who loves sharks. A few people asked me for this list and said it would be worth posting, don't take it too seriously.

These stereotypes are not necessarily bad or invalid, after all, we are talking about works of fantasy and fiction. However, they could be resignified through new creative ideas that arouse feelings other than fear and terror.

Although many people's passion for sharks arose precisely from movies like Jaws and the stereotypes it popularized, it's important to remember that these same elements have been repeated almost unchanged for decades. This exhaustive repetition was largely because it was profitable, turning sharks into yet another victim of entertainment capitalism. Over time, this type of representation ended up distancing ordinary people from the reality of these animals, reinforcing fear rather than curiosity. Nowadays things are a little better, but not better enough.

The reality of sharks goes far beyond that. They are mysterious and fascinating animals, older than the first trees or dinosaurs. They have survived five mass extinctions, incredibly adapted from the abyssal depths to mangroves and freshwater rivers. They have unique senses and behaviors that are still shrouded in mystery, as well as a biology so singular that it inspires advances in science and technology. For many ancient cultures, sharks are revered as true gods of ocean balance.

I dare say that by looking after the health of the seas for millions of years, sharks made it possible for our own species to emerge from the depths of the primordial ocean. They are, in a way, guardians of our cradle of origin. And so we owe them a great deal of respect and preserve them at all costs.

To date, no creative work has managed to surpass “Jaws”. Who will be creative enough to create a new work and transform the collective imaginary of sharks from fear to fascination? 🦈✨

#shark #sharks #art #illustration #jaws 1975 #jaws #jaws 50th anniversary

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g-h-o-s-t-2000 · 2 years ago

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The truth is for anyone who wants to know

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michaela-o · 6 months ago

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Hey ya all! Here's a thing i had in mind about how a tutorial written by decepticons on how to capture a human would look like :D

Enjoy!🧡✨️

Decepticon Recommendation: How to capture a human

Objective:

Humans are physically fragile but resourceful and quick to flee when threatened. A successful capture requires precision, intimidation, and a deep understanding of their weaknesses. The objective is to immobilize them efficiently while instilling fear, ensuring no damage that might render them unusable or dead unless necessary.

1. SCOUT AND ISOLATE THE TARGET

The first step in capturing a human is separating them from their support systems and escape routes.

• Identify solitude opportunities: Humans are most vulnerable when alone or in small groups. Wait until the target is isolated—walking in the dark, separated from a crowd or traveling in a vehicle through a remote area.

• Cut off communication: Humans rely heavily on their communication devices (phones, radios). Disable these devices first, either by emitting an electromagnetic pulse jamming their signal ir straight up crushing the device. With no way to call for help, their panic will increase.

• Block their escape routes: Humans are agile in confined spaces but slow in open terrain compared to a Cybertronian. Use the environment to your advantage by cornering them. Block off exits with your size, speed, or tools like energy barriers to force them into a limited area.

2. INSTILL FEAR AND CONFUSION

Humans respond predictably to fear. A frightened target is less coordinated and more likely to make mistakes.

• Make a show of power: Land heavily, crush nearby objects, or generate loud, reverberating sounds to assert your dominance. The more you appear as an unstoppable force, the quicker they will give up resistance.

• Use sudden movements: Humans are startled by abrupt changes in their environment. Appear out of nowhere, shift from stillness to speed instantly, or make sudden lunges to disorient them.

• Speak in a threatening manner: Use their language, but distort it to sound mechanical or predatory. Tell them what awaits if they resist, ensuring your tone conveys inevitability.

3. IMMOBILIZE THEM WITHOUT LETHALITY

Humans are painfully fragile. Overestimating their durability could render them unusable for sale or other purposes.

• Deploy restraints: Use non-lethal restraints like energy nets, magnetic tethers, or adhesive traps to immobilize them quickly. Avoid physical contact unless absolutely necessary, as their unpredictability can lead to unnecessary complications.

• Target mobility first: Humans heavily rely on their legs for escape. Immobilizing their lower body—through stunning their legs or pinning them to the ground—will neutralize their primary means of escape.

• Minimize struggle: If the human resists, use tools that apply pressure without causing harm. For instance, magnetic cuffs or a localized stasis field will incapacitate them without lasting damage.

5. ENSURE SECURE TRANSPORT

Once the human is captured, the transport phase is critical to ensure no escape attempts.

• Enclose the target: Humans are adept at exploiting even the smallest weaknesses in containment. Place them in an energy field, sealed pod, or reinforced cage to ensure they cannot interfere with your systems.

• Suppress movement: Even restrained humans can be disruptive. Induce a state of stasis by muzzling them, covering their helm or sedation to keep them docile during transport.

6. IF RESISTANCE PERSISTS

Should the human continue to resist, escalate your methods to assert dominance and ensure submission.

• Induce pain: Humans are highly sensitive to pain. A brief, non-lethal application of pressure or energy can quickly deter further resistance. For example, an electrical shock or tightening restraint will subdue most individuals.

• Make an example: If capturing multiple humans, ensure the others see the consequences of resistance. This will discourage further defiance.

• Break their will: Use psychological tactics such as threatening their loved ones or showing them the consequences of defiance through holographic projections or live displays of power.

KEY REMINDERS

• Avoid unnecessary damage: As stated above, dead or severely injured human is less useful for experimentation for they will last much less and are hard to sold on the black market for solid fortune.

• Control the narrative: Ensure the human understands their helplessness and that resistance will only lead to greater suffering.

"A human’s strength lies in their fragile belief in survival. Crush that belief, and their submission will follow." - decepticons

( lemme know if you would like me to make an Autobot version aswell !! :DD )

#transformers #transformers headcanons #transformers x reader #decepticons #tf idw #mtmte #idw #humans are space orcs #djd #djd x human reader #transformers idw #tf x human reader #tf x reader #yandere transformers #transformers mtmte #mtmte rodimus #mtmte drift #michaela o ramblings #michaela o writings

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meowdei · 7 months ago

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You believe in soulmates. Alhaitham does not. It’s not as though he loves you any less for his beliefs, but he certainly doesn’t entertain your baseless theories.

You’re determined to change his mind.

“What would you do if we never met?” You ask, staring up at him with your cheek pressed against his chest.

He glances down at you, sighing as he shakes his head. Here we go, he thinks silently. “I probably wouldn’t do anything, considering I wouldn’t know you existed.”

“You wouldn’t be sad?” You frown.

“How can I be sad about something that I don’t know exists?”

“Well, you could know of me,” you insist, “just because you don’t know me doesn’t mean you don’t know I exist.”

“In that case, I probably would not do anything,” he snorts. You don’t like that answer, glaring up at him as he adds, “I wouldn’t know what I’m missing if we never met.”

“You’re a real romantic, has anyone ever told you that?” You grumble. There’s a vibration of his chuckle through his chest, right under your cheek in a soft, rhythmic feeling that you’re so used to, you think it might be familiar from another life.

Over the course of the Akademiya’s years, there have been two prominent theories that have been debunked about soulmates:

1. The law of conservation of mass-energy states that matter and energy cannot be created or destroyed—but only transformed. When a person dies, their body decomposes, breaking down into atoms that return to the earth, air, and water. These atoms then get recycled by nature, eventually becoming part of other living organisms, thus reincarnating from their previous life forms. It is possible, then, that two individuals could fundamentally be linked to reincarnate together from the same set of atoms in every lifetime.

It was later debunked by a scholar named Lamiya. Atoms themselves don’t retain information about where they’ve been or what they’ve been part of. They are interchangeable at a fundamental level, which means there is no difference between an atom in a human and a rock.

2. The heart and brain generate electromagnetic fields that extend outward from the body, with the heart’s field reaching several feet. Studies suggest these fields may be sensed by others nearby, subtly shaping feelings of comfort, attraction, and connection. It is possible that certain individuals’ frequencies may naturally align, creating a sense of harmony between electromagnetic fields, thus indicating that two individuals are naturally connected and could be labeled soulmates.

This theory was later disproven by a scholar named Dharmakirti. While human bodies do generate electromagnetic fields, there is no evidence that these fields influence interpersonal attractions or emotional resonance. Fields produced by the heart and brain are exceptionally weak and rapidly diminish with distance, making it unlikely they could be sensed or create harmony between individuals in measurable ways.

They fascinate you enough that Alhaitham pulls strings to allow you access to the archived files, but it doesn’t go unnoticed by you how he scrunches his nose in distaste as he sifts through them himself.

Soulmates have no plausible evidence of existing, he argues.

Lots of things have no plausible evidence, yet they exist, you always argue back.

You like to think despite all the differences, you and Alhaitham are soulmates—that some form of you, outside of your physical bodies, exists for each other and each other alone.

You think it must be the case when your eyes seem to find his in a crowd without even trying. What are the odds that in a sea of people, they always happen to come across his by chance? And what other explanation would there be for the way he always seems to just know you’re staring at him while he sleeps every morning, waking up not too long after your eyes fall on his face in admiration? And how else would you rationalize the fact that you could tell his presence apart from anyone. You’re certain that if two bodies were standing behind you from a distance, your heart would know which one belonged to him.

Soulmates, you argue. That has to be the answer.

“I think we were always meant to meet,” you murmur quietly, tracing a finger along the pale skin of his chest. “Don’t you?”

“We’ve shared numerous classes together and have offices within within the same hall,” he states blandly, “I think the chances of not meeting would be rather improbable.”

“Or maybe,” you huff, “we were always meant to meet because we’re soulmates.”

“I think that theory has been sufficiently disproven—”

“You never know! We believe in the divine even if we’ve never seen them, haven’t we? Who’s to say Celestia aren’t fake—”

“The Archons have spoken of them multiple times, and The Gods, in fact, do exist for us to see, so I think we can trust—”

“Maybe Celestia decide soulmates,” you reason, raising a pointed brow at him, “how will you disprove that? There’s no evidence that they haven’t, and you can’t collect much evidence about them, so I think it’s safe to say that it’s possible.”

“But then it’s equally as safe to say it’s not possible by that logic, as well,” he says smugly.

“Fine,” you huff, glowering up at him through puffed cheeks, “I guess you’re just too stubborn to convince.”

“I’m not stubborn,” he argues (which he does quite stubbornly, you want to say), “I apply logic and reasoning to my theories. Which is why they are hardly disproven.”

“Do you at least think we’d be soulmates in another world if they did exist?” You ask hopefully.

He looks like he wants to argue about the likelihood of another world existing altogether—it irritates you enough that it pulls a frown on your face before you grumble a quiet forget it, shuffling out of his arms and turning away to face your back at him.

He chuckles, shaking his head. Something fond blooms in his chest, like a fresh padisarah in May.

“If,” he emphasizes as his arms wrap around you from behind, pulling you flush against his chest once more, “if in another world we existed where soulmates were real, then yes. I do think it would be you and I.”

“Really?” You ask quietly.

“Yes,” he whispers. Suddenly, he sounds rather sure about a theory he never even believed in the first place.

“I wonder what we’re doing in that other world,” you hum thoughtfully.

He sighs, bringing the blanket back up to cover both of your bodies and mumbles, “I would hope we’d be sleeping at a reasonable hour before a work day.”

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Stay tuned for them being soulmates after all in another world *wink wink* ;)

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vee-nyx · 18 days ago

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as someone who just got their degree in biophysics i cannot stop thinking about Ava generating a miniature electromagnetic field when she phases. so many of our cellular processes revolve around electrically charged ions and if we assume her phasing “tears apart” her cells like she describes in AMATW, these ions are presumably free-floating when she phases. since her condition’s official name is “molecular disequilibrium”, there are likely some inherent energetic disequilibria in her cells, and constantly deconstructing and reconstructing them would require massive amounts of energy to bring all those ions back into place.

i’m picturing her having to set down her phone before she phases so she doesn’t EMP it on-contact, or someone trying to grab her while she’s in the process of phasing and getting shocked. maybe part of the suit’s function is to ground her electromagnetism, so when she’s not wearing it’s very easy for her to accidentally give people a static shock or short out the lights in her bedroom (Bob is always more than happy to go downstairs and flip the breakers). maybe she can even serve as an electrical conductor when she’s phased, allowing other airborne ions or electricity to travel along her scattered cellular ions. maybe thunderstorms make her skin tingle even when she’s not phased because of her inherent cellular energy imbalance interacting with the electricity in the air. maybe she can’t phase while somebody uses a compass on a mission so she doesn’t misdirect it. maybe the fridge magnets move towards her slightly when she phases through Yelena to get her tea out of the cabinet on early mornings, but she always physically ducks around Bucky so she doesn’t interact with his arm’s circuitry.

(full disclosure this thought train was born by an edit to “Isimo” by Bleachers. she’s just a little soldier with her magnet heart ❤️)

#ava starr my shayla #mcu #marvel #thunderbolts*#ava starr #yelena belova #black widow #james bucky barnes #bucky barnes #the winter soldier #amatw #ant man and the wasp #bob reynolds #sentry

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foldingfittedsheets · 1 month ago

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A customer is talking about “grounding bedsheets” and I have never more instantly felt like something was an insane scam as reading about these.

You plug them in and the sheets conduct an electromagnetic field that’s supposed to ground you. Like. All the sites I’ve seen on the topic sound AI generated to just drop crunchy buzzwords.

Not a product I would ever want but definitely an insight into these customers.

#ramblies #wild #grounding sheets #retail

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iteratorsex · 5 months ago

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How Gravity Disruptors Work

We all are aware of the gravity disruptors inside of iterators, right? They... disrupt gravity.

I believe they do this through fluctuating karmic fields in parallel planes of existence, which affect spacetime and gravity by rapidly decreasing or creating "negative" mass.

Let me break down what I mean

Karma as a force, and alternate planes

Karma is like a force of the universe alongside that of gravity, electromagnetism, and weak/strong force. The iterators have an incredibly pragmatic view of karma and the cycles, treating it more like a science with odd spiritual elements involved. The iterators calculate and solve through traditionally empirical means, yet still pray and meditate.

- "It became the symbol for enlightenment as it momentarily enables a creature to let go if its carnal self, and to contact the selves of other planes - dreams, memories, imagined worlds."

Moon mentions other planes in her Karma Flower dialogue. We can understand there's a "dream" or "cerebral" realm that you could see through with this flower.

These dream plane(s) are HEAVILY associated with karma, and karmic fields, as your ingame deaths experienced in this plane cause your karma to decrease, and the karma flower that lets you contact these cerebral plane selves ... affects your karma!

As well as this, Hunter in vanilla is described as having a "karmic imbalance", once again wording it like it's a force that can be measured and somehow imbalanced

The behaviors of gravity disruptors

Having established karma as a universal force, and also alternate realities, let's actually look at the gravity disruptors themselves.

They appear to very clearly have an orbit, and drag nearby things into it. They also distort light they're so powerful!

But... you can't get to the center. The center of a gravity disruptor repels you. Violently. You can't get to the center naturally through gameplay due to the force.

So rather than this being like a black hole, it's actually closer to theoretical white holes!

The distortion of time and gravity

This leads further into my next point. According to general relativity, the mass of a black hole causes a huge sink in spacetime, slowing it down. So a white would be the opposite, wouldn't it? Something that REPELS matter because of its negative mass!

How do karma and gravity interact with each other then?

Well, like a black hole, the Void Sea slows down your perception of time until you enter it, at which point you return to normal speed. However, unlike one, gravity seems to get lower

So perhaps the Void Sea- and by extension void fluid- are somehow manipulating the spacetime continuum to both lower gravity and slow down perceived time?

Now this leads me to my biggest point...

Parallel planes!

I believe that karma and gravity are intertwined, as the boundaries between realities in rain world seem to be very vague and blurred, as you can never tell in the void sea when you actually enter the other reality. And as mentioned in the above Karma Flower dialogue, apparently you were able to contact other selves in other planes of reality.

By warping the karma fields in a parallel plane, you can warp gravity in a localized area, creating the effect of a 0g environment! This was done most likely through the use of void fluid

These parallel planes of reality between cerebral and corporeal planes already interact with each other to a noticeable degree!

How do iterators manage to "smooth out" this flux? Well, I'll be honest I'm not sure. But the fact they have the technology to do that to begin with is rather impressive!

What about Mass Rarefaction Cells

Rarefaction is an actual thing, for those who didn't know. I actually found this out recently.

From Wikipedia: "Rarefaction is the reduction of an item's density, the opposite of compression. Like compression, which can travel in waves (sound waves, for instance), rarefaction waves also exist in nature. A common rarefaction wave is the area of low relative pressure following a shock wave (see picture)"

And if you refer back to the examples of general relativity I brought up... you can see it's doing the opposite of compression. It's stretching- being rarefacted!

And in some ways, it reduces density- or gives the illusion of such.

So yes! Rarefaction is actually relevant and isn't some odd technobabble thing.

So how do they produce energy?

The orbit formed by rarefaction cells can produce kinetic energy, replacing the role of a force spinning the turbine inside of a generator. This kinetic energy is then converted into electrical energy, transported on those powerrails/busbars

This might also be the explanation to the "washing machine" look...

Closing notes

I know I've said in the past that rarefaction cells are probably not the safest and wouldn't be used very often, and how much I dislike their existence.

I still think that.

I don't believe that the vanilla gravity disruptors work the same way. They use void fluid of course, but they're MUCH safer I imagine- at the cost of not being easily transported around like a cell.

but yeah thats what I think

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typewritingyip · 1 month ago

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The Arcturus Missions

Part Forty Four - EM

Part Forty Three

Warnings: Mentions of Vomit, Gore, and Death

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Electromagnetic fields, EM Fields, are generally a physical field that vary in time and space. Representing the electric and magnetic influences generated by or changed by electric charges.

For humans, they produce low frequency magnetic fields that induce the circulating currents within the human body. The strength of the currents depends on the exterior magnetic fields hey may interact with.

These are all described through Maxwell's equations and Lorentz force law. Both depict the functions of the electromagnetic field, creating a concrete base for understanding.

Unlike with Cybertronians, for humans, the field is imperceivable and can not be readily manipulated without external stimuli. Not used for emotional or communication expression.

The lack of connection there is startling if not entirely unnerving for the Cybertronian population, the lack of a field often translates to the lack of care if not down to the religious perspective of the lack of a spark or soul.

Electromagnetic fields are important in the art of expression for Cybertronians, for humans its important in the art of function and survival.

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All the walls around them were filling with smoke and he hadn’t been more grateful for the oxygen tanks below his feet in any other moment, well, other than when he was on planets with toxic atmospheres but that hardly counted. They weren’t initially designed for that, let alone expected thirty years ago.

No, he was only thankful for the over engineered suit when it would prevent him from dying or choking or taking any bit of pain really. Otherwise he wished he was back on the beach in Florida, waiting for an attack to send him running, but just enjoying the sunshine of his home instead. It was hard to not think about in moments like this one, where he’d rather be.

He’d even rather be back in North Iacon, freezing his ass off, with his unit. The mechs he was coming to care for and see as more than just aliens, more than something that he had to live through to get to the goal. They were all great in their own ways, but he found working with them easier and a lot less deadly. More like when he and Sunny would work in tandem, less like this mess. It had taken far longer than it had for the others for him to see the benefits of working with Cybertronian’s over humans. He’d just about give anything to have any of his unit by his side instead.

Now, Sideswipe was moving through the alleyways with Jazz, still clutching his hand as the sounds of explosions followed them along with the heatwave from them. Their comms which had finally cleared before the Seekers had started bombing were now again full of static, unable to reach any of the others. Elita cut off again as her pings bounced, unbeknownst to Sideswipe. They were cut up from everyone by each other, speakers the only thing that seemed to still function for communication.

Deep down, he knew Sunny was fine but his anxiety had been tearing at his nerves all day. Every ping that he got from Elita, which he had silenced grated at what little nerve he was maintaining and now with his brother out of his eyesight, it was hard not to spiral.

Clutching Jazz’s hand helped though, the older pilot returning the grasp without so much as a word. Likely needing it to ground himself as well.

It was a relief that Jazz remained silent, if he didn’t Simon knew he would probably just freeze. The memories of losing his parents just being kept at bay, the day's weight trying to drag him down through the symptoms of overuse. Send him through a cascade of unwanted memories.

Seeing the bar certainly wouldn’t help, but it was where their backup was supposedly going to be. If they got back there and there was no one there waiting to back them up, then he really would lose it. Backup was supposed to have been here hours ago, at least, it felt like hours. He probably wasn’t the only one who’d lost track of time from the bombing to now. So much had happened and all he wanted to do now was finish the fight before sleeping.

They stumbled as more explosions boomed behind them, both men swearing as they ran into the narrowing walls of the alleyways. Building swaying against the maelstrom and ground shaking like an earthquake. More dust and smoke filled the space they were in, making only their visors visible through it all. Not even what had once been their brightly colored paint was visible, sandblasted down to primer grey for the most part. Only flecks of blue or red seemed to remain. He could tell, deep down, that this was bad. For more than one reason.

Sideswipe knew that if he wasn’t holding tightly to Jazz’s hand, it would be likely that he’d have somehow backtracked to where the explosions were happening, just from the sheer stupidity he felt in the moment. That and his lack of a sense of direction. Something him and Sunny were cursed with from both parents, neither had been good with maps or directions either.

Both crashed to the ground as the ground and buildings around them shook again, Sideswipe pulled Jazz into the crash position for pilots and waited for it to stop. They both were breathing heavily, the only thing either could hear over the chaos.

“Are the bombs supposed to be this bad?” His voice shook as the ground did, hands pressed to Jazz’s shoulders as they both crouched in crash position. His eyes kept scanning the monitors in front of him for anything, “I don’t know, the attacks that have happened on Cybertron have never been this bad before. That and the times where I’ve seen us bomb something, I usually was on a shuttle above it all.” Jazz’s voice almost wavered at the end, his hands pressed to his helm, waiting.

He took a breath, “That and there was an executioner, they’re tough to handle.” Nodding a bit, Sides bent his head down as debris rained down on them, “Yeah, Hound didn’t look great when I last had eyes on him.” Humming, Jazz shrugged slightly even as he winced when glass smashed against the ground, “Hound will be fine, if any of us can handle something like that on our own, it’s him. Or me.” It almost made him chuckle. Almost.

Instead, he just kept hold of Jazz, scanning his monitors for anything that would show when this would let up. Slowly, the smoke dissipated and the ground stopped shaking, he felt like he was able to breathe again.

Nodding a bit, Jazz sighed, “Alright, just keep hold of my shoulders and we’ll keep moving.” Both standing slowly on slightly shaky legs, the adrenaline starting to wear thin and fear trying to take hold, “Yeah, yeah, sounds like a good idea.” And they started back down the alleyways, moving slow and keeping their eyes out for anything.

He hated the quiet, but he couldn’t bring himself to say anything either. So they kept moving quietly. Only relieved when the alleyways open up to the remains of their bar.

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To be perfectly honest, he didn’t think about it at first, just figured that whoever was coming would be happy to see them alive. Or at least relieved to know that they were functioning enough, alive was a bit of a stretch at the moment. Especially with hos his mind and heart raced uncontrollably.

He was waving with his remaining arm, a smile strained even behind the layers hiding it from the approaching Cybertronians, “Hey, we're over here!” Several sets of eyes landed on them and then they were diving for cover as gunfire sprayed across their alley.

”Why are they shooting at us?” Breakdown pulled him down to the ground and he glanced up as more gunfire struck the walls around them, “Do I look like I know?” He moves back up the alleyway the best that he could, breathing heavily, “Is your cannon back up and running?”

With a shake of his head, Breakdown looks that way and Sunny swears, with a deep sigh he shifts his suit to a crouch, “Alright then, Ill,” He stops as more gunfire rips across another alleyway across from them and his heart starts to race again. It could be anyone over there, any of the pilots. Sideswipe.

Nodding quickly, he stands and ducks to avoid a few more shots coming his way, “Yeah, I’ll be right back.” Adjusting his oxygen mask, he took a few slow and deep breaths, “What, you are going to run in there like Rambo?” Shrugging, Sunny stares, “Well, someone has to get them to stop shooting at us.” He went from a near standstill to a sprint, ducking under and rolling to avoid the blaster fire.

His suit collided with the edge of the collapsed building, pressing his back to it as blaster fire went over his head. Panting, he looked back to Breakdown who was huddled at the back of the alley, then looked towards where the others shots had been placed. He could just make out the sandblasted frames of two suits, but he couldn’t tell who it was.

For a moment, he thought he heard familiar shouting, but more blaster fire went over his head, trying to blow out his eardrums, “Alright then.” He goes over the top of the rubble and runs for a few meters before taking cover again when there is a boom from a cannon.

“Become a pilot, they said, it will keep you from going to prison, they said.” Trying to catch his breath, he glances in the direction that Bluestreak would normally be, trying to spot the reflection from his scope. His heart clenched painfully when he remembered, taking a breath, “Fine then.” And back over he went, making it a few feet before falling into a hole.

Leaning his head back against the side, he groaned, rolling his shoulders. It took him a second to pop back up, scanning and snagging a photo before going back down to see who was there.

It took a moment to load, but the scowl on his face intensified when part of his own unit came into view, then his heart jumped into his throat.

Crashing into the hole next to him, was the sandblasted suit of his brother, “Why is everyone trying to kill us today?” He wanted to laugh, he really did, but he also wanted to cry, “I don’t know. Maybe they don’t recognize us without our paint?” Finally looking down at himself, most of his yellow was gone, same as Side’s red.

They were grey and his mouth went dry. They looked like walking, talking, corpses, “Fuck.” Popping his head back up, he tried to wave, “Hey!” He ducked back down when more shots were fired at them, “Oh, bright idea Sunny. Yes, shout at them so they know where to shoot.”

Shooting his brother a glare, he tried to say something as the ground started to shake again. Sideswipe was on top of him in an instant, getting them both into crash position. His head spun as everything swayed and he tried not to throw up again, his stomach turning over uneasily.

“I was trying to get Ironhide’s attention so that they’ll stop shooting us.” Glancing back, he watched the building sway and the nausea returned, “They won’t shoot till everything stops moving, we need to get in front of them before that.” Humming, Sideswipe kept his hold on his shoulders.

The pair of them crouched in the hole, waiting until the swaying started to subside then shared a look. Even if they could only see each other's suits, it was enough for them, visors shifted shade just enough, “Alright Sunny, your plan.” Then they went up and over.

It would take a few seconds for the Cybertronians to recover, long enough to get close enough to shout, “Stop fucking shooting us! For the love of god!” Though that is not what he would have said.

Only one more shot managed to singe his suit before Ironhide was screaming, “Hold your fire, goddamnit!” Then running towards them. Another unexpected event happened as Ironhide nearly collided with him, taking his shoulders, “Just, hold still Sunstreaker.” The fear in his voice almost broke the damn that he was barely holding together.

Taking a breath, Sunny rests his hand on Ironhide’s arm, “I’m okay, I’m not hurt.” The scoff was one he felt in his soul, “You're missing your arm Civi! You're greyer than the empty spark of Unicron!” Laughing weakly, he nodded, “Yeah, my paint sorta came off when the building fell on us.” But he was relieved, leaning into Ironhide.

Ironhide held his weight, “You look like a corpse.” Sighing, he nodded again, “I know, I know. But I’m not one yet, believe me you’d know. Though those assholes didn’t exactly help prevent me from becoming one.” Chuckling weakly, Ironhide shrugs, “Hey, you all look like dark energon posed zombies.” Sideswipe leaned in, “That’s an actual thing here?” With a shrug, Ironhide shook his head a bit.

“Depends on who you ask.” But he leveled his gaze at Sides next, “Just so you know, Elita is pissed.” Nodding slowly, Sideswipe gestured towards his head, cracked visor now fully on display, “Comms kept failing.” Ironhide hummed, sounded doubtful.

Leaning his head against Ironhide's shoulder, Sunstreaker was able to hold it together for another second or two, before crying.

He was soaked in sweat, had thrown up down the front of his assistance suit, there was blood trickling down from his forehead and implants, was in the process of fighting off a panic attack, was missing an arm, and could finally breathe as his unit raced towards where they’d spent the day fighting.

Broken wasn’t even the first word he’d use to describe how he felt. This felt worse than his first day as a pilot. Ironhide held him up, holding him close, “Blue’s coming up now, you’re going to be fine. Mostly. I don’t think that Knockout is particularly happy.” And it managed to make him laugh slightly.

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Sunshine had never felt so good, not in all the years of the war and not even before the war had it felt this nice. For a moment, he didn’t even think about the sun fading his paint. Just enjoyed being above ground.

Though hauling Megatron’s unconscious frame up from underground was not a fun time, especially less fun with the Prime’s fretting. He was a leader of the people, who was brutal in a fight, but the minute that Megatron got an injury even if it was so much as a scratch, it was as if the entire universe revolved around it.

He longed for the silence that the two had sustained over the last quartex or more but that was none of his business. Now, while getting Megatron settled in one of the evacuation shuttles, did he finally turn to the chaos.

For a moment, he thought and hoped it wouldn’t be so bad, that they’d have managed to not injure themselves any further than what had been sustained in the building collapse. How wrong he had been.

Sideswipe looked mostly the same, dented and scraped plating with missing paint and a slightly cracked visor that would not take much to fill. Though his bracers were shattered and didn’t leave much behind, he would only take a hand full of cycles to repair.

Jazz had missing plating and was also missing the same amount of paint as all of the pilots were missing, his visor had a small chunk taken out of it and any weapons he had been carrying were clearly long gone. Though Prowl was practically smothering him, so it was hard to tell what all needed to be repaired. Smothering in Prowl’s sense meant clutching his shoulders and holding him at arms length for scans.

Sunstreaker looked like he’d crawled out of the pit that morning, the gaudy yellow all but gone and minus one servo. It was daunting to stare at the mech who was still being held up by Ironhide, though Bluestreak had taken up place to his back, holding the missing limb as if it were the lifeline that would sustain Sunstreaker’s spark. It would be a while before any of the worrying mechs let him take a look at the odd mech.

He didn’t want to look at Breakdown, it made his spark feel like it could fray in two, the large mech was hanging on by a thread probably with the brutal treatment he’d received to his frame.

Looking at him though, he looked mostly the same as he had when heading towards the danger in the first place. Though each step made his helm wobble precariously and it sent Knockout into a near panic. They all were making him a horrible mix of angry and fearful.

These pilots were the embodiment of those awful dark-energon like zombies he’d seen during the war, of course these ones were still alive, still his allies, but they looked like walking corpses.

Moving over slowly, he reached Breakdown first, servos cradling his helm carefully, “You look like you just climbed from the pit.” Chuckling and shrugging, Breakdown shakes his head, sending it wobbling, “It feels as if I have.” He had to suppress the pained noise trying to escape his vocalizer.

None of them should be alive, or standing, let alone talking or even laughing. His spark spun rapidly, he clutched Breakdown tightly, “Come on, you’re going to get on the evacuation shuttle. You’re hurt.” Trying to wave him off, Breakdown shakes his head, “I’m fine, this is hardly anything.” It pained him.

“This is not the time to argue, shuttle, now.” He didn’t let go, taking hold of Breakdown’s arm and practically dragging him towards the shuttle, swearing when the mech who was supposed to be unconscious came lumbering out with the fretting prime at his heels.

He was still leaking slightly from his arm, face screwed up in pain but walked around and started to look around slowly, “Where are the Quintessons?” Optimus’s hand rested on his shoulder, “Under control, come sit back down.” A growl tore through Megatron’s throat, “And where is Hound? The other humans are here, so where is he?”

That was who was missing.

He’d been so worried about Breakdown who looked just shy of death to not notice how Hound was missing and Mirage had disappeared. Mirage disappearing was so normal to him that he hadn’t properly noticed.

Looking around slowly, everyone seemed to be realizing that Hound was nowhere in sight and neither was Mirage.

“Well, fuck.” It was Jazz’s voice that cut through the quiet, “I saw him just before the bombs hit, he was fighting that executioner.” And his lines went cold. Executioners were nothing to scoff at, let alone handle one on one.

Sure, the human pilots were extremely skilled in what they did, able to handle dozens of scouts by themselves, but this was different. This was an executioner. If Hound wasn’t dead, it would be a miracle.

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He was stumbling down one of the many alleyways in the area, roasting in his suit as the plates slowly faded from a near glow and covered in the green blood of the enemies, though some of it had boiled off and left an even worse residue. Leaning against one of the walls, he closes his eyes to get his water pouch, drinking from it desperately.

Time was seeming to drag, each step more painful than the last. His whole body ached and felt like a bruise. He was probably going to have dozens of bruises across his body after today, thrown about every which way. Now, he couldn’t tell if it was the suit causing him pain or how much he’d been thrown around in the suit that day.

It had been years since he’d seen a fight like that, been in a fight like that even, close quarters and desperate. He could almost smell the stink of it. Had it been Savannah or Atlanta that he’d last fought that hard. He couldn’t remember at the moment, his head pounding. Sighing, he sets down the water pouch and opens his eyes to the empty alleyway.

Shaking off the feeling the best he could, he started walking again, looking around and keeping an eye out for anything out of place. Or at least anything out of place caused by the enemy and not the seekers above. He had to find the others, wherever they were.

His comms were still busted, the bombs and things having knocked out the signal for the time being. Each time he cued his microphone, the feedback was murder, so he walked in silence.

No pilots in his ears, talking. No music around him. Just the distant sound of explosions and seekers in the distance. Normally, he’d be fine with the quiet, it a reminder of the few moments of peace he’d get back home but right now in this moment it was unnerving.

Turning down the next alley, he distantly wondered why Iacn’s buildings were built so close, why these walkways even existed when they could transform but then again they had cars on earth but not every road was well made for them. Sighing, he drags a hand down his face while moving into a slightly better lit street.

Something in the corner of his vision caught his eyes and he nearly froze, but instead, he kept moving like whatever was there wasn’t. Then he took up the barrel for his gun from his leg and hurled it at, nothing. There was nothing there and for the briefest of seconds he felt stupid. Like he was truly losing it.

That was until Mirage shouted and appeared, rubbing his nose painfully, “God, Hound, I come in peace, I swear.” The poor mech looked horrible, a dent in the side of his head couldn’t possibly be comfortable, leaving his optics a bit dim. He swayed slightly after the hit but regained his posture with a practiced ease.

Chuckling weakly, Hound shakes his head, “The hell are you doing here?” He moves forward and carefully raises his hands as if to grasp Mirage to keep him from falling, even as his heart rate picks back up, he holds back “You weren’t with the others, so I was worried.” Nodding slowly, Hound glances back, “Uh, yeah. I got busy.” He chuckled slightly and shook his head.

It was ridiculous, he should have evacuated with the others, not gone around to kill off as many Quintessons as he possibly could before the area was carpet bombed.

Mirage nodded a bit, sighing deeply, “God, I was terrified. All the others were there, looking like death and you just weren’t. Of course, you look horrible, but I think Breakdown has your arm.” Hound was pretty sure he’d never heard Mirage talk so much in his life, “Uh huh. Alright, let's go, come on.” Gesturing, he starts to move around Mirage to keep going to the decimated bar.

“Hound, I—,” Mirage didn’t finish the sentence, yelping as his hand rested on the broken shoulder of his suit, “What? What? Did a wire zap you?” Turning to look at his shoulder, he frowned, there shouldn’t have been anything there to cause Mirage pain, but then again this day had been so crazy he wouldn’t put this past being the icing on this melting ice cream cake.

Shaking his head a bit, Mirage carefully rested his hand back on Hound’s shoulder. His optics cycling wide and bright, a light smile taking over his face, “I can feel you.” Chuckling lightly, Hound tilted his head, “What?” Then Mirage was hugging him, “I can feel you. Your field.”

It took a long moment for him to understand what Mirage meant, his field, that thing that humans didn’t seem to have but all Cybertronians did. Well, he knew humans had one, it was just incredibly small. At least according to Prowl, the only time the mech could feel it was when Jazz was sitting against his plating.

Now, Mirage was feeling it through his suit, somehow. That wasn’t worrying or anything, “How? What, what does it feel like?” His voice was tight, fear gripping his throat. Mirage hummed, “It’s like it's stuck to your plating, but it's there. Really there.” He pulled back a bit and they shared a look.

Mirage’s smile was still soft, “Come on, you're exhausted.” It twisted his stomach, that Mirage could tell that even when his adrenaline was still running high. When he couldn’t tell how tired he was just yet.

Nodding, they moved quietly through the alleyways back towards the collapsed bar. Hound wasn’t entirely sure how to feel, how he should feel, but he kept hold of Mirage’s hand. The thrown barrel left on the ground.

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A/N

I just finished this chapter at like, 10:45 tonight, I wanted to finish it hours ago and just kept going. I think the next part probably wont be 4k words if I am being honest.

So, I am off to actually finish up doing what I needed to do today, I just really wanted to write this chapter for you all.

Also official new POV with Knockout being added into the couple mix.

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thaliabuz · 6 months ago

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Shifting is a universal law.

What do I mean by this? Let me break it down

I'm sure you know that there are infinite realities.

That's how we are able to shift to places that are only fictional places in this reality. But in another reality, they exist.

If there are infinite realities, therefore there are infinite realities with infinite possibilities.

And in physics, everything in the universe, including all people, is fundamentally

interconnected through a field of energy that exists at the most basic level, where particles can be entangled and influence each other instantaneously, regardless of distance.

At the subatomic level, atoms are not solid, but rather 99% energy or particles. Nothing is fixed or solid.

Matter appears as a wave of probability in one moment, as a solid particle the next, and then disappears into nothing and reappears at another location.

The universe isn't fixed, but movable swirls of energy instead. These means events can be changed, can be predicted. By shifting these energies.

The law of attraction states that when we change our electromagnetic signature to match one that already exists in the quantum field, our body will be drawn to that occurrence.The quantum field responds not to what we want, or to our thoughts alone, but to who we are. Our thoughts send an electrical signal out into the field.

The feelings we generate magnetically draw events back to us.

How we think and how we feel co-produce a state of being, which generates an electromagnetic signature, which in turn influences everything in our world.

If our intentions and desires haven't produced consistent results, we've probably been sending an incoherent, mixed message into the field. We're thinking one way and feeling another way. And when the mind is in opposition to the body, the field won't respond in any consistent way.

That is how we are able to shift, that is what people mean when they say we shift every single day.

Since we are all connected on a field of energy, and since every thought and feeling sends an electrical signal out into the field, we are constantly shifting by our thoughts alone-without even realizing it.

There are infinite universes, there is one where you didn't see this post, one where you weren't even born and your parents joined the army, where you aren't even human and so on. There is a universe where you saw this 2 minutes before. The possibilities are infinite, no matter how big or small.

And since we are connected through a field of energy, that means by shitting our thoughts, we are able to shift. And through every thought and action, we are actively shifting to a reality where that action is done. But since our thoughts form our reality, we are also able to shift back into a reality where you never made that decision in the first place.

Our thoughts form our reality. But yet you might have heard me say that even if you don't believe in shitting, you can shift.

This might seem that it goes against what I just said, but it doesn't.

Let me tell you why

If our thoughts dictate our 3D, and how we actively think influences our reality. If you don't believe in shifting, you will shift to a reality where shifting isn't real. But even then, you are still shifting. You are simply shifting to a reality where shifting isn't real. But even then, you are still shifting.

That is what I mean when I say shifting is a universal law. Cause whether you believe in it or not, it's going to happen and it continuously does.

Shifting is a universal law, it's how our universe operates. It's not a skill, or an ability you have to learn, it's a continuous swirl of energy operating and responding to our every thought and action.

When we script, we aren't "creating" a new reality.

We are narrowing down the infinite possibilities, to the one we'd like.

Thats it! That’s all shifting is. You do it every day, so focus your energy where you want to be. Don’t let the 3D dictate your thoughts.

You are in control.

The only thing holding you back is you.

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Montauk, The Project Rainbow, and Experiments in Time

It’s fairly common knowledge that Stranger Things is based on Montauk. The unfortunate part is that Montauk has been attributed to another ‘vaguely MK-ULTRA mind control related side project’ and not the big narrative that it is, with details incredibly close to plot points in Stranger Things that resulted in an attempted lawsuit years back. Montauk does not just set the general ‘spooky scientific experiments on kids’ tone for ST - it is the backbone of the whole lore.

‘The Montauk Project’ Book / Conspiracy explained simply is that the US government unofficially experimented on humans with ‘great psychic ability’ to allow their psychic brain waves to interact with the normal electromagnetic waves of our world. The end goal being manifesting thoughts into reality, and opening up wormholes in time. This would give the military great advantage and potentially control over the outcomes of war. It then turns out the whole narrative of Montauk occurs within a time loop from 1943-1983, when the disappearance of a ship called the USS Eldridge opened up a wormhole which was connected with by a research subject in 1983. The time loop is self-causing - the entire reason the Montauk experiments take place are to further study the events that occurred on this ship, but part of the reason the ship disappears is because of the Montauk Project. Due to all of the other time travel references within the series - trust, we will get into those - this leads me to believe it’s very unlikely there isn’t time travel / a time loop involved. Here I hope to posit the basic information about Montauk/The Philadelphia Project, how the powers work within ST, Will’s clear involvement in all of it, and the time travel element.

Ahahaha why does that look like a bowl-cut…

Let’s put this out of the way first: the idea that Montauk/Philadelphia is the direct inspiration for the show is not based on flimsy grounds. The original series the Duffers planned to make was going to be an actual retelling of Duncan Cameron’s (think El and Henry - main research subject of Montauk) story. This was later changed to become the story we know today with the characters we know today, although with different names and the title remaining Montauk. Some of the characters had names from Montauk too… like Mr. Clarke being Mr. Nichols. I’ll save that for a later post. The entire design of HNL is based off of the ‘Camp Hero’ / Montauk lab with the iconic banana-shaped radar disk. El’s Void ability comes from the ‘Seeing Eye’ power Duncan has in Montauk, where focusing on a personal item belonging to a person lets him see into their mind. The research subjects’ power is amplified by white noise and a sensory deprivation chamber - again, seen with El.

The Rainbow Ship and the Electromagnetic Connection:

The Electromagnetic Spectrum is usually mentioned at least a little in every season. Joyce’s magnets falling off, El needing the radio, etc. Lights are another focus, with the kids in the Rainbow Room being tested on how they can manipulate lightbulbs, and the emphasis on lights flickering whenever powerful forces are being used or the Upside Down is interfering with Hawkins. I expect them to really start pushing it in Season 5, and we can already see evidence of this (below: the WSQK Squawk Van). They’re at a radio station, the Middle School kids are learning about light from Scott Clarke most likely, and you can see the abundance of rainbows everywhere. It’s my opinion that rainbows and light are the mechanism in which these gates open, and also when at high enough power, how time can become warped. ‘Project Rainbow’ is another title basically interchangeable with the USS Eldridge and Philadelphia Project. This was because “the mechanism involved was the generation of an incredibly intense magnetic field around the ship, which would cause refraction or bending of light or radar waves around the ship”. However as we remember, this had the unintended effect of teleporting the ship across space-time. In the ST Universe, this results in the Eldridge being teleported to Dimension X temporarily (without a gate being opened).

The eagle shoots out beams of a rainbow which are meant to represent the radio waves being broadcast.

It’s a commonly asked question as to how Will ‘blinked’ out of that shed without a gate, considering only El was able to open them at that time. The close-up on the lightbulb is the last shot we see before he just vanishes. It’s not just powers interfering with the surrounding electricity; this bending of light is what took him to the UD. But when this happens, it doesn’t result in a gate. I also believe this will end up being the mechanism for the eventual time-travel plot we’ll be seeing. Again in Montauk, there is a ‘time-tunnel’ made between the Eldridge and 1983 Montauk that was caused by the disappearance. My original post investigating this was me hypothesizing that being able to bend light to travel faster than it could result in temporary anomalies that allow one to time travel.

Anyway, back to the rainbows. Rainbows are one of the most common recurring symbols in Stranger Things. The Rainbow Room exists of course, and there’s a deliberate costuming choice, especially in later seasons with the brighter atmosphere, to have characters wearing rainbow patterned items. Holly’s room is full of rainbows, and there are multiple rainbow props scattered around other locations (Mike’s basement, Erica’s room, etc). Scott Clarke (seriously what is up with him) is introduced in Season 1 doing a lesson on ROYGBIV. The BTS pictures of S5 Hawkins Middle School have him teaching yet another lesson on the visible light spectrum. And space for some reason. This brings us back to the Rainbow Ship. Now we know the USS Eldridge is a marine ship, not a spaceship. But for the characters who seem to have some connection to it, it is represented as one regardless.

Will drew something representing the USS Eldridge (which it is mentioned was not from a movie i.e. he came up with it using his own memory and mind). The main fixture of Henry’s playground, where a ‘significant’ memory took place also features this representation of the Eldridge. I suspect there might also be a larger reason it took the form of a spaceship, but for now, consider that the ST Universe’s version of aliens are the Demogorgons. And outer space is Dimension X. The ship ‘flew’ to ‘outer space’ (D-X) and encountered ‘aliens’. In Montauk, that is kind of what happens. It’s more metaphorical in Stranger Things. The comic book Henry is obsessed with in TFS is seemingly changed from the real life Captain Midnight who was an airplane pilot, to be an astronaut. I think there is some kind of “alien abduction” theme with both Henry and Will being suddenly transported to another dimension that is alien in itself. Even when the lab scientists enter the UD in the first few seasons, they use hazmat suits that are deliberately similar looking to spacesuits. Stranger Things is a story about UFOs and aliens that also isn’t exactly about UFOs and aliens.

And then, I’ll mention the weirdest part of this all - Will knows about the Eldridge somehow. And he knew about it before he was ever kidnapped and attached to the hive-mind.

This is either possible because 1) he was in fact involved in research projects at HNL, and maybe the Project Indigo before the age of 8 like the original “rainbowshipgate” suggests. Or 2), there is an element messing with time in this situation, just like in the original Montauk book series. Montauk is literally named ‘Experiments in Time’. They’ve nabbed Linda Hamilton from Terminator (a movie about time travel) for this final season. They’re referencing a Wrinkle in Time with the Episode 6 title and Holly plot. Then we have everything else involving Henry’s clock theming that hasn’t exactly explained itself yet. Thinking time travel is a far-fetched idea at this point is a bit ridiculous.

It really depends on how crazy they go with the whole concept. One of the other main characters from Montauk I haven’t mentioned yet is Al Bielek. Al Bielek was the original “whistleblower” who came forward with his story after supposedly recovering his repressed memories of the events. He claims to have been on the crew of the USS Eldridge in a previous life as Edward Cameron, Duncan Cameron’s brother. When he was sent forward in time he ended up staying in 1983 whereas Duncan Cameron was effectively sent back to where he came. Very confusing. But the story is, the man’s a time traveler.

I do wonder if Al Bielek is loosely the inspiration for Will’s part in the story. Will who has seemingly repressed memories of many points in his life and has been suggested to be a time traveler many times. His name appears on the grandfather clock. He wears Marty McFly’s outfit in the first season. He has knowledge of an event that happened in 1943. He has lines about “seeing into the future” and Mike calls him a time-traveler in the VR Game where the writing staff had access to scripts and a writer from the show. The Upside Down is stuck on “the day of Will’s disappearance” (in the Duffers’ words), though that one probably has a slightly simpler explanation.

The exact mechanics of how that would work are unclear. Right now, as young as an eight year old Will needs to have the knowledge of the Eldridge - so this isn’t something he will only end up connecting with this season. My theory is that there is a time loop involved, and Will’s actions in the future of Season 5 have him interfere in some way with the 1943 Philadelphia Project / Project Rainbow. The time loop is cyclical and self-causing. Our Will Byers already has a past iteration in yet another timeline where he already went back and tried to interfere with the past (and likely died trying in 1943). Then he is reborn again in 1971, and awakes a very small portion of his past memories of the previous loops. If that doesn’t make sense, I created this handy-but-ugly flowchart to help you out:

Basically there is no beginning, since the future causes the past and vice versa (a bootstrap paradox). Every Will would then have memories of a past self(selves). The time loop also gets more complicated than this. Did Henry create the mindflayer? It’s presented like that within the show, but let me remind you that shows with heavy mystery elements can and will purposely deceive you. In the First Shadow, Mr. Newby is attacked by the Mindflayer and produces a drawing of the entity - it’s purposely not shown to the audience, but considering the Mindflayer was supposedly just a black mass then why is that? And regardless, in order to have Henry become possessed by it, the Mindflayer was definitely not created by him in 1979. A few have written up theories about this already, I’ll link to my friend's two posts on this element of the time loop.

I don't have anything else super definitive yet. But I believe wholeheartedly that this is the right direction to search in and I hope we can put more attention on the subject. All of this makes sense, from the military connections they keep pushing in the show, the time travel hints we have been getting, the origin story of Brenner (whose dad died aboard the ship) and the Rainbow Room, everything ties back to the Eldridge events being incredibly incredibly important going forward.

Here's a link where you can read through Montauk Experiments in Time for free.

#stranger things #will byers #henry creel #st5 theory #time travel #st5 speculation #and yeah im suggesting mr clarke knows more than we think #montauk and ST #the uss eldridge

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