#LED Cylinder Display

[airbus-a350]

eroticism of mech-piloting style tumblr post but it's about driving a normal car in normal traffic

[thebirdfantasy]

The Holiday House Ch3

By the time this gets posted, I'll be 2 hours in with my exam and I've got one hour left. Then I've got a 30 minute bus ride before I get home... so it'll be ages before I can actually check out this post Why was the hardest part of writing this fic the actual world-building itself!? Why did I go for such a complex house!? God!!

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

It's a small triple story loft.

The main floor was an open plan that had almost everything. As soon as Scott walked in, he was met by a C shaped kitchen to his left of decent size. In front of him was an open walkway that led to the dipped living room before ending its destination to the storage room where maintenance tools are kept and displayed on a large pegboard and emergency supplies are hidden behind closed cabinets. Alongside the emergency cabinet is a shelf with an emergency generator as well as an emergency heating unit. Scott wondered for a second about why the fancy heater was stored here until his father explained without needing to be asked.

"It's an off-grid house that uses a solar-geothermal climate system that works without wires." Dad mentioned.

As he opened the cabinet, he noticed two cylinder tanks beside the shelving unit of the cabinet. "Hot water tanks?" He turned to his dad.

"There's more of those across the house." Jeff grinned in response. "There's also geothermal floor heating system, a back-up solar heating system, compost heating systems, thermal curtains, you walked past the fireplace already, and some emergency mylar blankets in-case all else fails." He nearly barked a laugh when he noticed his son's shocked face. "I know you said you wanted no electricity, but you never said anything about no over-engineering, Son."

They made their way out of the storage room and backtracked into the open floor, Scott wanted to the see the kitchen properly now, but his father stopped him midway to point at the fireplace.

"Now I know you said no electricity but-" He pointed at a fancy back panel settled over top of the fireplace. "That's an emergency comms system, it runs similarly to the one in my office at the Auckland Branch… Assuming you know how to use that one."

"I can get behind that."

Out of habit, Scott knocked on the walls while passing through the living room and concluded that the house was heavily insulated. The second he reached the kitchen; his father spoke again.

"That's a pantry over there right at the end of the kitchen, it's big enough to last a week's worth of food, which is good cause that means you'll get to make weekly visits back to the villa for groceries." Then he added, "Regular check-ins will give your grandma a peace in mind."

"That's cool." Scott mindlessly answered, walking over to the end of the kitchen to open the pantry cabinet.

"There's a manual coffee grinder, and a hand-crank blender for your coffee and smoothies. You also have a wood burning stove and a solar oven. Over here is your iron skillet and—" Jeff opened the front door and leaned out to check something before coming back inside to say "—You've got more water storage than you'll ever need."

"'s'a bit much…" Scott shrugged.

"That's the point, Scooter!" The old man huffed. "It's a holiday! Gotta treat it like one!"

"Alright…" There's no point trying to win against his father. "So… where's the bedroom?" He gestured to the stuffed navy duffel bag in his hand, its weight was beginning to take a toll on his shoulder, and he was hoping to drop it as soon as got inside but completely forgot he was holding it during the tour.

Jeff twirled around the sink and led Scott to a sturdy wooden ladder stationed between the kitchen island and the wall that takes them up to the third floor. "Just up here, it's a bit small compared to your bedroom but it's warm and comfy."

"You sure you should be climbing this thing, old man?" Scott followed his father upwards.

"Oh, ha ha."

Note to self: Unlike the villa, this house isn't accessible to mobility aid users… At all.

The bedroom was about the same size as the kitchen considering it pretty much matched the ground floor. There was a double bed with what looked like more than one layer of blankets over top of it, a fluffy rug beneath his feet and at the corner of the room was a wardrobe. Handrails surrounded the void above the dipped living room, from this height, Scott couldn't help but admire not only the choice of furniture for the living room, but also the view beyond it, where the wall of glass displayed the sunset amongst the oceans.

"This place is really nice in Golden Hour." Jeff commented.

The temporarily retired rescue operative wasted no time dumping his bag onto the fancy bed as Jeff walked past the round the corner. Another walkway parallel to the one underneath leads to a balcony sliding door. Following his father, they stepped out to the sounds of ocean waves and seagulls before Jeff quickly pushed his son back inside. "Now we go upstairs again." He turned around to another ladder set at the wall.

The third floor was a singular room at the top surrounded by large windows and a balcony.

"I didn't really get much furniture sorted in here." Jeff gestured at the roundtable in the centre of the room. "I was thinking of getting you a swing or a hammock by the window with the best sunlight, but… I don't know…"

"Couldn't find the right one?"

"Yeah, nothing felt right for the space."

"I'll figure something out." Scott shrugged. "This is nice though." He settled down on one of the wooden chairs at the roundtable, it had soft cushion to it embroidered with flowers.

"Thanks, it was a group effort to make this work, you know."

"I'm aware, Dad."

They paused, at some point Jeff found himself joining Scott at the table right next to him. "There's a trail system surrounding the house that tracks down through the trees and across majority of the best spots on the island." He waited for the words to register in Scott's head before continuing. "You already know that emergency beacons are dispersed all over the island, so if something happens, you can call."

Scott nodded. "Okay… And where's the bathroom?"

"There is no bathroom here, it's in a separate building right next to the house. It looks like a wood shack, but I promise you, it's the fanciest mini-spa-house you'll ever find."

"Oh." Scott shivered. "Great. So, if I need to go, I have to run outside first."

Jeff chuckled. "You'll live." He stood up. "Anyways, I should head off now. As soon as I make it back, I'm going to give you a call to make sure the emergency comms are working, then I'll leave you to it. Remember, it's only six months. You can manage six months. I expect you to spend those months having fun, do some parachuting, rock climbing, waterskiing… Whatever. This is a holiday, I want you to exploit it."

"-Alright, Dad! I hear you! No over-working and have fun. I get it!" Scott grinned. "I'm not that dull."

"Your brothers would say otherwise, Scott."

Scott chuckled. "That's fair…" They would. "Speaking of which, I forgot to talk to them about this bet thing-."

"Leave that to me, Son."

"You sure? I mean it's my holiday."

"Just get some rest, Scott. I'll worry about the family later."

"If you say so."

Within seconds, Jeff had left the house, a click symbolised his parting and Scott climbed down to the second floor. Aware enough to avoid the duffel bag, he leaped onto the new blue bed that recoiled from his force.

"Small" Dad called it. This house was anything but small. It's big, not as big as the villa, but definitely bigger than the average holiday cottage from Scott's childhood memories.

This place was simple, but beautiful. Designed with wood and stone, big windows, and quiet spaces. Most importantly, to Scott's regret, this place was nearly completely electricity free.

Scott's eyes widen as he eyes the ceiling. "What the hell…"

Chapter 4: It's been two days since the last anyone's heard from Scott, according to Virgil.

This is the end of the chapter, but I'm gonna put a keep reading thing here because I have some lazy 4am sketches of the loft to show off.

So about the bathroom thing..

I actually forgot to add one, so i decided to turn the wood shack into a mini-spa

the things that are highlighted in light blue are the things that dont exist yet but are going to exist in future chapters.

like I said... it was 4am

here is the ground floor with the kitchen, the living room and the storage room:

then this is the bedroom right above that, Scott's going to make his own changes to the loft and remove the handrails to build hammock net so that he can sunbathe up there

the final floor is actually called a sunroom, Scott's gonna get rid of the roundtable and just chuck in as much comfy furniture as he can up there (with Virgil's help of course)

like i said, I really hate world building im pretty sure if you were to try and turn this floor plan into an actual 3D design, it would look ugly. also im not going to let go of the fact that my dumb ass forgot the bathroom. i still cant believe i did that lol

but hey! i drew stuff! feel free to use your imagination!

[vlad-theimplier]

WIP Wednesday: Custos Custodium

This week marks an exciting new direction for the story, and indeed the series: after Jensen succumbed to the Orchid, our focus shifts to Daniel "Smiley" Fletcher. Will he rise to the occasion and win the battles Jensen could not? Will he get the girl, and/or realize she's an enemy plant? Will he absolutely serve in his new suit? All this and more awaits you here, dear reader.

Nah, Jensen's mostly fine, and now he has a whole installation to investigate. Too bad his pilot's a traitor--if only he knew another one...

It was the cold that woke him. A score of icy daggers pierced his chest and back, sapping his strength but unpleasant enough to rouse his mind. He prised his gummy eyelids open and blinked. His eye sockets ached. So did everything else.

With a stifled groan, Jensen lifted his head and looked around. Walls of rock and ice surrounded him where he lay in a narrow gulch carpeted in snow. A security ladder, its stringers collapsed together, rose in black and yellow stripes up one wall; a normal ladder led to a platform on the other amidst silos and compressed-gas cylinders. He was half-buried at the bottom of a mound of—he grimaced as he realized—corpses, frozen stiff where they’d been dumped. Dumped? Yes, definitely dumped. They were all lined up roughly parallel to the higher, currently inaccessible platform. Probably tossed by a pair of the Gold Masks, one by one. At least they’d insulated him a little.

Artificial joints aching in an unfamiliar way, he gathered himself and tried to stand, but he only managed to drag himself a foot or so out from the pile, into the fresh snow. His energy display read flat and dismal crimson: all out. He’d probably burned it all running his heaters. Fortunately, he had that pair of biocells. With fingers even more nerveless than usual, he fumbled one out and plugged it in. The rush of power let him plug in the other one and stand clumsily, the cold ache at his shoulders and phantom knees already beginning to ease.

The ladder was clearly the best route out. He knew the model: when activated, the stringers would separate, the rungs locking into place between them, and his remote-hacking suite should be able to reach the controls at the top. But when he tried it, his software threw an array of errors. He wondered whether the Orchid was still wreaking havoc on his body. He wondered how he’d survived. Chalk up another one for the good old Sentinel, presumably.

He clawed his way up the regular ladder to the platform by the silos. None of the controls there seemed helpful, or even active, but he laboriously scrambled across some of the pipes that bridged the gulch until he could hook his fingertips on the edge of the higher platform and pull himself up. Thankfully, he found a door, a red-bordered employee access like the other. He hacked it with care, awkwardly positioned to one side, but no one burst through and stabbed him this time. It let into a hallway lined with lockers, several hanging open to display cold-weather gear.

Jensen slumped against the wall as the door closed, relieved to be out of the cold and wind, and checked himself over. The injector was still stuck in his leg. He pulled it out, fiddled with it until the needle retracted, and pocketed it for possible later study. His limbs responded to his commands, as did his shades, but the remote hack system still fuzzed with errors. His blades stuttered and jerked as they emerged. The Tesla readied itself happily enough, but its targeting laser was on the fritz. The dart launcher, on the other hand, seemed wholly unaffected, but he wouldn’t rely on it without some practice under his belt.

Munching on an energy bar and watching his energy readout, he thought his bioconverter was acting sluggish, too. But smart vision worked fine, and once he had the energy to venture a cloak, it coöperated. His attempted Icarus dash was a feeble letdown, though. He hoped the aug would keep him from splattering himself if he fell.

They’d left him his weapons and grenades: the Destrier in its shoulder holster, the Sanction mag-locked to his lower back, the tranq rifle in its own bespoke holster and pockets. He hadn’t bothered with the Zap, thinking it superfluous to the Tesla—a choice he regretted, now. His ammo seemed untouched. His vest had held up to Marchenko’s sucker-punch, the aramid taking a few percent off its power before it rattled his ceramic plates against his ribs. He supposed he should be glad Marchenko had used the arm that was mostly flesh.

He bowed his head and struggled to dredge clarity from the mélange of images he hadn’t processed as he choked on his tongue and tried to scream his lungs out of his own chest. Someone had carried him through bare metal corridors. Shouldn’t there be more blood? Rucker was covered in it, he remembered hearing in a distorted voice. Perhaps one of the Gold Masks.

Rucker had more meat in him than this one. Maybe that’s the difference. That had been Marchenko, he thought, the voice close enough he’d probably been over the giant’s shoulder. Broken, like that drone in Útulek. It had been hard to focus.

But you’re sure he’ll die?

The Orchid has no mercy. His end will come. It will be slow. And it will be painful. Just time enough for a man to think on his sins.

Then his heart had stopped. The Sentinel had whined and kicked it back into shuddering motion, its sound drowned out by the conversation. Things had gotten even hazier at that point, though.

… the facility is compromised. We should…

… warned that this one was coming. We have time…

… friends from ARC?

The appeasers, Rucker’s clique? Those fools have… with the Orchid. Dump the bodies with this one. He’d hit the deck, hard, head bouncing limp from metal plates, stunned on top of the whiteout agony into missing most of what followed.

He’d squinted against the pain, behind his lenses, and focused enough to hear … stay here and proceed as planned?

Yes, Brown confirmed everything with Picus last night. Date and time.

Then heavy footsteps clomping away, while he’d slid on his back, flickering in and out of consciousness. He’d woken up a bit when the cold air hit, and a distorted voice had said, End of the line for you, friend. Then he’d flown, and fallen, and it had been lights out for real.

[opera-ghosts]

"At Midnight On My Pillow Lying" from Jakobowski's opera Erminie Elizabeth Spencer

Erminie is a comic opera in two acts composed by Edward Jakobowski with a libretto by Claxson Bellamy and Harry Paulton, based loosely on Charles Selby's 1834 English translation of the French melodrama, Robert Macaire. The piece opened at the Grand Theatre, Birmingham, England, on 26 October 1885 before transferring to the Comedy Theatre in London on 9 November 1885 and playing for a total of 154 performances. A long-running production opened on Broadway in 1886, and the opera enjoyed unusual international success that endured into the twentieth century. Erminie became a revered classic, produced all over the United States and the second act “Lullaby” becoming universally known and loved. The New York Times: The success of Erminie can scarcely be questioned. The chief merit of Erminie is the combination it offers of pleasing and enlivening strains with an exceptionally good libretto.

The youngest of four children, Elizabeth Spencer was born Elizabeth Dickerson on April 12, 1871; her father died eight months later. In 1874, her mother remarried to Col. William Gilpin, who had served as the first governor of the Territory of Colorado in 1861. The family moved to Denver, where Spencer received vocal training and learned to sing, recite stories and poetry, and play piano and violin. She graduated from St. Mary’s Academy and, after going on an extensive European tour, married Otis Spencer, an attorney.

A recognized society woman, Spencer sang in churches, concerts, clubs, parties and amateur theatricals. She got her big break in 1905, performing a successful solo act at the local Orpheum Theatre, her professional debut in a major vaudeville house.

Her second engagement, a one-act sketch, displayed her acting abilities, and the experience led to roles in Broadway road companies. By 1910, she was residing in New York City and making her first recordings in an era dominated by a formal, opera-influenced style of singing. Signing an exclusive contract with inventor and businessman Thomas Edison’s staff, she became its most prolific vocalist in the studio, participating in solos, duets, trios, quartets and choruses. Edison loved Spencer’s rich, high-quality voice—she was often billed as a “dramatic soprano”—and he would frequently study its vibrations and quality.

Having made only phonograph cylinders, Edison decided to add a disc format to the product line because of increasing competition from rivals such the Victor Talking Machine Company. His “Diamond Discs” enjoyed commercial success from the mid 1910s to the early 1920s. Spencer’s first Diamond Discs were distributed as samples to dealers to demonstrate on phonographs. The Diamond Disc was where the majority of her best work was heard, her singing quality reproduced with greater accuracy.

The public “Tone Test” demonstrations would prove to be Edison’s greatest promotional scheme. He chose Spencer to travel around the country and fill theaters and auditoriums, greeted by dealers, salespeople and thousands of Edison phonograph owners. She would sing at the same level with the phonograph. The venue would darken, and the audience members had to guess when the artist stopped singing and when the phonograph took over, revealing the superior qualities of Edison’s sound reproduction.

The Edison studio cashbooks document Spencer in approximately 661 sessions by the time her Edison commitment expired in 1916, more than any other vocalist. She signed with the Victor Talking Machine Company, but her output there paled in comparison to that at Edison. She returned to Edison in 1920, though her recording sessions slowed down considerably. When radio broadcasting began in the 1920s, she sang and recited “on the air.” Despite the greater audio fidelity of Diamond Discs, they were more expensive than and incompatible with other brands of records, ultimately failing in the marketplace; Edison closed the record division a day before the 1929 stock market crash. Spencer died in Montclair, New Jersey in 1930, ten days after her 59th birthday.

[justforbooks]

Kate Hepburn

Designer and artist who worked for Spare Rib, the Monty Python team and Pink Floyd

In a career that spanned half a century, the graphic designer Kate Hepburn, who has died aged 77 of multiple system atrophy, displayed great versatility. While an artist aims to develop a distinctive and recognisable style, a designer must be able to alter their approach and technique according to the situation. Hepburn was adept at this, working in fields including leftwing causes, music, comedy and publishing.

In 1970, during Kate’s first year of study at Royal College of Art, London, her sister Alison married Terry Jones of the Monty Python team. This led to Kate working with Terry Gilliam on the animations that punctuated the television comedy series Monty Python’s Flying Circus; in particular he recalled her skill in drawing medieval figures. For The Brand New Monty Python Bok (1973), with its misspelled title, she designed a dust jacket smeared with fingerprints. Those who believed the jacket to be genuinely dirty could discard it – revealing the explicit mock-cover of Tits ’n Bums, “a Weekly Look at Church Architecture”.

The Python books co-designed by Hepburn show her brilliance at recreating anything, from the photo-love stories of girls’ comics, complete with deliberately abysmal picture quality, to classifieds to children’s books to Victorian play manuscripts. She would switch typesetting methods – Linotype for one pastiche, rub-down lettering for another – to achieve the authentic flavour.

In 1972, Hepburn joined the staff of the new feminist magazine Spare Rib. Its format and grid were worked out by Sally Doust, a co-designer. Hepburn’s first contribution was its logo, which the magazine’s co-founder Marsha Rowe said was made “with a mix of typeface and free hand. She designed ‘Spare’ in smaller type, jutting up against the ‘Rib’, the ‘ib’ sloping forward, with a jagged force, resonant of bone.” This reassured Rowe that her choice of title, initially a joke, was the right one. Rowe wanted to attract “women readers who were still nervous of Women’s Liberation”, and Hepburn understood that some camouflage was needed, believing that “the magazine’s design and choice of photos should look like other women’s magazines, only with different content”.

Hepburn left the magazine in January 1973, later telling Rowe that she had “begun to feel the strain of the contradiction in working for Monty Python, which still had an element of sexism, and for Spare Rib”.

In 1974, Hepburn began her occasional work for Pink Floyd. Before a tour of Japan, the drummer Nick Mason asked Hepburn to adapt Hokusai���s The Great Wave off Kanagawa for his drumkit. “I had the idea, but she picked it up and took it into a 3D world.” Of her oeuvre in general, Hepburn told me that there was a lot of pastiche. But pastiche is a craft in itself, and artworks such as Mason’s drumkit, which Hepburn painted by hand, went beyond pastiche – here, by reinventing a two-dimensional graphic as a sequence of three-dimensional cylinders sitting adjacent in space.

From 1975, Hepburn contributed cover and book designs to the leftwing publisher Pluto Press, often working through the night to meet deadlines. Her designs for editions of Pluto’s themed Big Red Diary show her skill in collaging images from disparate sources to create a dynamic, coherent whole.

In the 1980s, Hepburn’s work branched out into stage design, in collaboration with her then partner Mark Fisher. Her work for Jean-Michel Jarre’s 1981 tour of China featured banners printed using rudimentary Chinese printing, airbrushed posters on canvas and the cover of the consequent live album. This work earned her two D&AD awards.

Born in Blackheath, London, Kate was the daughter of Margaret (nee Hope) and James Telfer. After her parents separated, she lived with her mother in Hampstead. Margaret later married James Hepburn, whose RAF job required the family to move frequently. In 1960 they finally settled in Parliament Hill, London, where Kate attended Camden school for girls. There she adopted Hepburn’s name, thinking it a better one for an artist.

After a year at Bath Academy of Art, she enrolled in 1966 as a graphic design student at the Central School of Arts and Crafts (now part of the University of Arts London), where she received rigorous training in drawing layouts and type by hand: “You had to hand-rule the text with your Rapidograph pen, and trace 7-point type. It was a very lengthy process, devoted at times.” Making thumbnails and sketches had remained important throughout her career, as “a way of letting the client know that you hadn’t taken expensive decisions using actual materials. You were still drawing, still discussing with them.”

At Central, Hepburn began a relationship with fellow student Pearce Marchbank, whose pioneering work for underground magazines applied radical graphic techniques to politically radical content. Early in their careers both Hepburn and Marchbank had to find ways to achieve maximum visual impact with rudimentary means, for clients who had little money. After the couple separated, Marchbank’s technical knowhow remained a valuable resource. In 1987 they collaborated with Roger Waters on his album Radio K.A.O.S., a cover that converts Waters’ name and track titles to morse code. This needed only two inks and no images, contrasting with the extravagantly staged imagery used by other stadium acts at the time.

In later years Hepburn continued with her watercolour paintings, and screenprints of abstract designs conceived during her student days. Despite periods in which she worked in-house – notably at Wolff Olins brand consultancy – her calling was that of a freelance designer and artist whose vocabulary allows them to switch style to fit the circumstances.

She is survived by her daughter, Usha, her grandchildren, Maya and Manu, and her sisters, Alison and Harriet.

🔔 Kate Hepburn, graphic designer and artist, born 11 June 1947; died 26 July 2024

Daily inspiration. Discover more photos at Just for Books…?

[motordrive2024]

Tata Curvv SUV Unveiled – All Key Features & Launch Details

The much-awaited Tata Curvv has finally been unveiled in its close-to-production avatar for the Indian market. The carmaker says that it merges “the toughness and durability of an SUV with an elegant and sporty silhouette of a Coupe”. It will be the first mass-market coupe SUV from the home-grown automaker that will come with both ICE (internal combustion engine) and electric powertrains.

he electric iteration of the Curvv underpins the brand’s new Acti.ev architecture and features signature split LED headlamp clusters, a new grille with piano black and body color finish, bumper-integrated fog lamps, larger air intake, and a pronounced faux skid plate at the front.

The interior of the coupe SUV will share features with the Harrier and Safari. It will have a 10.25-inch screen setup for the instrument cluster and digital dials, a floating touchscreen infotainment system with Apple CarPlay and Android Auto connectivity, a Harrier-like two-spoke steering wheel, Head-Up Display, ventilated front seats, an electric parking brake, wireless charger, connected car features, dual-zone climate control, and a 360-degree camera. The higher trims will be offered with some exclusive amenities such as a panoramic sunroof and Level 2 ADAS tech.

Specifications of the Tata Curvv EV are yet to be revealed. However, the electric SUV is likely to deliver a range of around 450km – 500km. The SUV’s ICE version will use Tata’s new 125bhp, 1.2L, 3-cylinder turbo petrol and Nexon’s 1.5L, 4-cylinder diesel engines. It’s also reported to be offered with a CNG fuel option at a later stage.

The Tata SUV-coupe’s back feels tall and the boot lid is positioned a lot higher than the bonnet, which has likely been done to increase the luggage space on offer (422 litres claimed).

Its key styling detail here is the wraparound and connected LED tail lights. The tall bumper – having a faux skid plate with silver finish at the bottom – mimics the split-headlight setup, which is replaced by the reflectors and reversing lamps here.

[dustedmagazine]

Mint Mile — Roughrider (Comedy Minus One)

Photo by Patrick Masterson

Mint Mile has been an active concern for going on a decade now, but the build has been slow: Three promising EPs were finally followed by a sweeping full-length that dropped the week after the bottom dropped out on reality and the pandemic began. Ambertron was a grand triumph in a year that did its best to stifle such art, but its casual, communal air felt out of sync in a year where easy connection was impossible. Like time and those of us that survived, however, the band has moved on. Those changes are well processed and documented on the appropriately titled Roughrider.

The best place to start with Roughrider might be right at the end with “I Hope It’s Different.” The alt-country ensemble SIlkworm’s Tim Midyett has been writing for and helming with the steady assistance of bassist Matthew Barnhart, guitarist Justin Brown and drummer Jeff Panall is here led by Nina Nastasia on vocals instead — an acclaimed songwriter in her own right whose “That’s All There Is” Silkworm covered way back in 2003. Nastasia looks optimistically to what comes next as she sings “I hope it’s different / Not just another good time / Insulated by uncomfortable lies” set to the band’s twangy slow dance and given added flourish by Poi Dog Pondering’s Susan Voelz organization of the strings. It’s like opening a window and walking outside, the promise of fresh air and a new environment before you after Midyett’s scrawling shifts and meandering moods.

That doesn’t mean “I Hope It’s Different” is the best song here, exactly. Mint Mile has taken up the mantle of the kind of unspooling Americana Jason Molina used to excel at so well, which is a funny thing to say given Roughrider’s brevity relative to Ambertron. Even so, the band is firing on all cylinders here regardless of track length; “Interpretive Outlook” does every bit as much with its sub-three-minute runtime as “Brigadier” does pushing eight. The breadth of musicianship is on full display and Midyett’s songwriting expands or contracts to fit the music as needed; his roughened, unsparing delivery had me recalling early Jets to Brazil and Lucero.

But perhaps even more so than Ambertron, this is a record about community. To wit: The band shines brightest when the core four are accompanied, which is almost always. The fluid grace of Brown’s pedal steel guitar and Barnhart and Panall’s anchoring rhythm section never sounds better than when there’s just a little something extra — Susan Voelz’s violin, say, or Alison Chesley’s cello. I was disappointed to discover frequent associate Howard Draper did not bring back the “magic spackling thing” as a credit from Ambertron, but nevertheless, his piano, organ and lap steel guitar frequently add a magic touch where an otherwise strong song could’ve settled. There’s Corvair’s Heather Larimer lending vocal assistance on “Empty Island.” And for Silkworm fans, “Halocline” and “S c ent” each feature Joel R.L. Phelps on saxophone. You could write out the whole list of credits for how many contributors are worth noting and for how much they add to make such a satisfying record.

As with Ambertron, though, the best songs on Roughrider happen when Mint Mile piles on the people in a gradually growing jam that stretches the band’s legs. Mirroring “The Great Combine” and “Amberline,” “S c ent” and “Brigadier” probably started as simple singer-songwriter sketches but grew into enormous, swooning spins. MIdyett appropriately struggles on “Brigadier” to hit an attempt at his highest registers as he sings “Can’t overcome the life we made” while the strings skitter and Panall’s percussion finally brings the band to a crashing finish, where Draper’s pulsing, spirit-cleansing organ takes you out. It’s a real thing of beauty.

The whole album and band — really, we should be more generous and call them a collective — is a thing of beauty. Once again, Mint Mile has delivered music with weathered emotional complexity that retains an open-ended sense of optimism that, maybe from now on, the ride won’t be so rough. How easy it is to fall for that kind of burdened but unbeaten perspective.

Patrick Masterson

[taperwolf]

When I was browsing at a local thrift store, I came across something that I might have picked up — if I didn't already have one in storage somewhere.

This is the Sony Watchman FD-C290 TV/Radio alarm clock. It has an LED clock display, an AM/FM radio, and a tiny television. You'd expect something of this size to be a little LCD display, and ten or twenty years later you'd be right — but this little guy came out in the late 1980s, so those didn't exist. No, this thing has a CRT.

(This photo is taken from a teardown of the related FD-20 by experimental-engineering.co.uk .)

Now, the story of how I came to have one of these is a bit odd. My senior year in high school — 1993-4 — I got together with another guy in my class to do a science fair project. Now, we were in rural Wyoming, and it was pretty rare for even people in big cities to have access to the internet, but our bright idea was to build a virtual reality setup.

I'd picked up a book with a CD attached which included a software package called Rend386, which would display, in real time and on 80386 and 80486 PCs, very constrained virtual worlds. These were incredibly simple, of course; to my memory it was primitive-based, where you could define cubes, cylinders, and spheres, and combine those into more complex shapes, with a degree of animation and interactivity possible. I don't think there were hardware 3d graphics available yet at all in the PC world, so this was all running on incredibly overtaxed CPUs. But it did give a glimpse of what VR would become.

The software supported two bits of repurposed game hardware: the active 3d glasses Sega made for the Master System, and the Nintendo Power Glove. By some coincidence, those two items, and a couple of Sony Watchmans (one standalone and one in a clock radio), were standing dusty on the electronics shelf of the local Ben Franklin/Ace Hardware, and by further coincidence my mom worked there at the time; she talked her boss into discounting the stuff to be purchasable by our meager funds.

The glasses worked by blocking one eye, then the other, while you looked at a screen that showed the scene from each eye's viewpoint in synchrony. The PowerGlove worked by having bend sensors to detect your hand making a fist, and ultrasonic sensors to detect its position in 3d space. The book gave directions for building a circuit to interface the two to a PC, which my friend followed, since he was the one who knew how to solder. (I wouldn't learn until decades later.) And this all actually worked, most of the time — you could steer your avatar, rendered by a single floating hand, around the simple world via joystick, see everything in 3d, and pick up and drop designated objects by moving your hand into them and making a fist. Of course, the frame rate was terrible, and using the glasses cut that in half, but it was all pretty exciting at the time. One of the big demos was navigating around some objects and walking onto a Ferris wheel, which would lift you up in the air and everything.

The book had some stuff about getting two VGA cards to run on the same machine, in order to output the two stereo views at the same time, and to use expensive displays and optics to create a head-mounted display. But our quick-and-dirty plan was to take the VGA signal from the computer, convert that down to NTSC video and use an RF modulator to put it on a TV channel, and feed it into the two Watchmans, which we'd affix to the glasses, one attached over each eye; they'd both be showing both views, but you'd only be able to see the proper ones. Unfortunately, we ran out of time and technical skills, and the science fair hit when we were still displaying on a big CRT. We actually went to the state science fair with that project, though it didn't get much love from the judges there.

I inherited most of the equipment afterwards — my friend claimed the standalone Watchman — and I'm not entirely sure if I still have the PowerGlove or not. But I do have the clock radio. Somewhere.

[bikekharidoblogs]

Royal Enfield Meteor 350 Gets Aurora Colour Variant At Rs 2.20 Lakh

Royal Enfield has widened the Meteor 350 range by launching the new Aurora variant of the cruiser.

It gets a couple of changes over other variants of the bike and comes with a price tag of Rs. 2,19,900 (ex-showroom, Chennai) which places it between the Stellar and Supernova trims of the Meteor 350.

RE Meteor 350 Thoroughly Overhauled

The new Aurora variant of the Meteor 350 comes equipped with spoke wheels and tube tyres, unlike other versions which get alloy wheels and tubeless rubbers.

Moreover, the engine case, exhaust system, and a few other components have been bestowed with chrome finishing. All of this is done to enhance the retro appeal of the bike.

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Royal Enfield Meteor 350 Aurora continues to receive the same J-series underpinnings, the 349 cc air-cooled, long-stroke engine, with 20.2 bhp and 2.75 kgm of torque, mated to a five-speed transmission.

What’s new with Aurora trim?

The trim introduces three new colourways and also debuts LED headlights to the range. Royal Enfield might make the latter feature standard with this range in the future.

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As opposed to black treatment on all other trims, Aurora trim stands out in its classic appeal. RE is also giving Aurora LED headlights, a deluxe touring seat, aluminium switch cubes, a Tripper display for navigation and more.

Feature additions

Apart from adding Aurora trim, Royal Enfield has fettled with Meteor 350’s trim-wise features list too. Top-spec Supernova trim now gets LED headlights and aluminium switchgear, taking it a notch higher than before. Astral trim now gets Royal Enfield’s Tripper screen for navigation as standard fitment.

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With base Fireball trim, Royal Enfield has added a new Black stock colour which is both elegant and standard. Powering RE Meteor 350 is a 349cc J-series single-cylinder, air-cooled motor that kicks out 20.2 bhp at 6100rpm and a peak torque of 27 Nm at 4000rpm.

This unit is paired with a 5-speed gearbox. The same powertrain is found on newly launched Bullet 350 too.

Meteor 350 is underpinned by a dual-cradle J-series chassis which is suspended on 41mm RSU telescopic suspension at the front and twin shocks at the rear. Anchorage duties are handled by a 300mm front disc and a 270mm rear disc which are aided by a dual-channel ABS as standard.

In terms of features, it comes with a semi-digital instrument console, a USB charger, circular LED DRL and a side-stand engine inhibitor, among many.

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Speaking about the new range and enhancements on the Meteor 350, B Govindarajan, CEO – Royal Enfield said, “As we reflect on the remarkable success of the Meteor 350 in India and international markets it is evident that the Meteor has struck a chord with many long distance riders and motorcycling enthusiasts. Its dynamic cruising ability and dependable performance have resonated deeply with our riders.

The Aurora range is a result of our constant interactions with our community of riders, where we witnessed a strong inclination towards retro-inspired cruisers. The new colourways and features are sure to elevate the pleasure of pure retro-cruising among our customers.”

#Meteor #Overhauled

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Unleashing the Beast: A Closer Look at the All-New Ducati Monster SP 2023

The Ducati Monster has been one of the most iconic motorcycles in the world since its inception in 1993. The combination of performance, style, and agility has made Monster synonymous with the Ducati brand. Over the years, the Monster has undergone several updates and redesigns, with the latest addition to the family being the Monster SP 2023. With a legacy of producing outstanding motorcycles, Ducati has once again proved their worth with this latest release. Let us tell you how!

Striking Design:

The Monster SP 2023 sports is a head-turner with its sleek and modern looks. This variant features a more modern and MotoGP – inspired livery, making its appearance sportier in comparison to other bikes. The bike has a sharp and muscular profile, with a fuel tank that has been redesigned to improve efficiency. With a full LED DRL headlight, the bike also features LED turn signals and tail lights. It is available in two colour schemes – Ducati Red and Aviator Grey.

Beast Of An Engine:

The Monster SP 2023 comes equipped with a powerful 937cc Testastretta 11° engine, twin-cylinder, liquid-cooled motor that delivers 109.9bhp at 9,250rpm and a peak torque of 93Nm at 6,500rpm. The Ducati Monster SP top speed goes up to a stunning 150mph making it a force to be reckoned with on the roads.

Performance And Safety Features:

The bike also features a six-speed transmission, quick shift, and slipper clutch that make for smooth and seamless gear shifts.

The Monster SP 2023 boasts of with top-of-the-line suspension and braking systems with the Brembo braking system fully adjustable Öhlins suspension that ensures a smooth and comfortable ride, even on bumpy roads.

If that wasn’t enough, additional features include a full-colour TFT display, LED lighting, and a wide range of rider aids such as multiple riding modes, cornering ABS, traction control, and wheelie control.

Let’s Talk Money – Ducati Monster SP On Road Price:

To know the Ducati Monster SP on road price in Mumbai contact us.

Conclusion:

Overall, the Ducati Monster SP 2023 is an impressive addition to the Monster family that offers a powerful engine, sporty aesthetic and top-of-the-line features. If you’re looking for a high-performance bike that can handle anything you throw at it, the Ducati Monster SP 2023 is your best match!

[angelofrainfrogs]

Spend the Night: Ch. 12

~Coauthored by @zeitghest~

Fandom(s): Five Nights At Freddy’s: Security Breach

Description: The familiar melody of Grandfather’s Clock chimes through the echoing halls of the Pizzaplex…

Charlie wakes up in her Puppet’s vessel yet again with one goal in mind: to stop William Afton’s reign of terror for good. She enlists the help of Glamrock Freddy, the emphatic leader of the newest iteration of the Fazbear Band. But there seems to be more to this bear than meets the eye—and the same goes for the mysteriously familiar kid the duo find tinkering with animatronics down in Parts & Service.

With some help from friends new and old, Charlie’s journey into the bowels of the Pizzaplex will unravel mysteries none of them ever expected. 

Rating: T

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Caution turn back now There are secrets that will be unwound They will drag you down… You don't have to stay Endure the curse we can't escape Before your world breaks Turn back

~Turn Back by Tryhardninja~

Michael, for his part, was slowly losing his mind with frustration.

“Damn it!” he cursed for about the three hundredth time. The loose wire in his hand had yet again slipped just as he was about to lock it in place. He was having trouble adjusting to the animatronic paws more than he thought he would—not to mention he only had one of them to work with. “Ugh… I hate to do this, Charlie, but I might need to get Freddy and Gregory to help fix you up.”

The fox grimaced at the thought of leaving his friend vulnerable and alone, but honestly he couldn’t think of another solution. He had the knowledge to repair Puppet, but not the physicality to do so. Mike met Charlie’s gaze as best he could, wanting her express approval—if she said no, he’d stay right by her side without question.

“Since you're already hooked up to everything, will you be okay if I grab the others? It shouldn’t take me long.”

Charlie was more than fine with being alone. Up against slower animatronics she knew she had every one of them beat, and even with her current status she knew she’d be alright sitting idly inside the protective cylinder for a bit. With her voice box connection reestablished, Charlie could properly speak to her friend.

“Go—but be careful, Michael,” she warned him. “Don't go looking for fights. Focus on finding Freddy and Gregory.”

She wasn't telling him not to fight William if he had to. But if it led him off the path from his goal, Charlie hoped that her friend wouldn't fall for the same trick twice.

“Deal.” Michael cracked a grin and gave Charlie a slightly awkward high five due to her positioning. “I’ll be right back.”

He exited the cylinder and moved to the computer—a little dated by today’s standards, though Michael didn’t seem to notice. After activating the command prompt to lock Charlie in, he gave her a final wave and headed back towards Roxy’s service elevator. As the metal box made its painstakingly slow ascent, Michael tried to think of how he could apologize to Gregory for scaring him earlier with his little freak-out…

In the meantime, Charlie was left alone with her thoughts. There was so much that’d happened since she woke up, and it’d only been a few hours. How was one meant process it all?

Tonight was the first night she felt like she’d truly been active in the hunt for William Afton—yet her job involved keeping a child she barely knew alive. Normally her Gifts and generosity were displayed only after death, and she knew that letting the murderous rabbit-man take Gregory would only lead down the road to more trouble for her and Michael. Not to mention Freddy, the confused AI who’d been tossed into the middle along with the hapless kid.

Charlie was happy the two had each other for the time being. No one deserved to be alone in a place like this.

***

Freddy was in the midst of charging when he noticed a flash of movement in one of the camera feeds.

“Gregory, pay attention the monitors,” the bear said, meeting the boy’s gaze as he was about to shove a handful of candy in his mouth. “Someone is approaching.”

“Mph?” Gregory had been sucking down sour candies and soda until he had acid burns on his tongue and cheek. Flicking his eyes towards the screen, Gregory squinted before shouting and nearly spitting out his Toxic Bunny Gummies.

“Michael's back!” he said excitedly, keeping an eye out for Puppet. Any second now...

Gregory’s eyebrows furrowed as he watched Michael make it to the door. He readily opened it to let the old pirate inside, only to question him immediately with concern filling his expression and tone. “Where's Charlie?”

Before Michael could answer, he was stunned into silence by the sight of the child in front of him. Orange, robotic eyes widened in shock as he took in the boy’s features: short, slightly unruly brown hair; huge hazel eyes that stared up at him questioningly, expecting him to have all the answers as big brothers should; the black tank top with grey stripes, no longer stained with blood from that horrible day…

“Ev… Evan?!” Michael whispered, his voice soft and pained. He took a step forward, reaching out hesitantly as if the specter would disappear if he moved too fast.

How had his little brother gotten here, of all places? And why?

Gregory tilted his head at the reaction. Evan? Who the hell was Evan?

Though weirded out, Gregory wasn't necessarily afraid of Michael in that moment. The poor guy seemed to have gone through a lot as well, and Gregory didn’t want to accidentally upset or insult him when Mike was looking at him with such genuine affection. Glancing back at Freddy briefly to make sure the bear thought it was okay before consoling him, Gregory soon reached out and grasped Michael's hand.

“Come inside, buddy, there you go...,” Gregory guided, making sure to hit the security door's button on the way in. Obviously Michael was shaken. Having a human soul inside the lumbering metal suit must affect him differently than the other animatronics, his feelings and mental state making him act as a real person under extreme duress might. That much Gregory could understand.

But who was Evan?

“Um… what happened, Mike?” Gregory attempted to ask again.

“What happened…?” Michael’s gaze was locked into his brother, unable to process the reality of what he was seeing. “Evan, you… y-you look so… normal…”

And not like you got your head bitten off at all! …was the part he left out.

With that thought, the cloud of hazy confusion cleared and Michael saw the boy for who he truly was: Gregory, his new friend who he was desperately trying to save from meeting his father and, in effect, the same fate as all the other kids William had killed in his twisted attempt to save the brother in question.

“Oh… Gregory, I’m sorry,” Michael apologized, shaking his head slowly. “It’s just… you look so much like someone I used to know, especially with that shirt. Guess I got a little confused—brain's still kinda funky." He knocked a fist against Foxy's skull. "I’m okay.”

Freddy simply watched this interaction with a calculating expression, analyzing Michael’s strange reaction. The name “Evan” was vaguely familiar to his memory banks—perhaps someone related to the ghost, judging by his emotional response?

“You don't have to be sorry,” Gregory said, reaching up and scratching the back of his neck. This wasn't the first time the name slipped out,, and  Gregory got the feeling that this Evan was someone close to Michael’s heart… Someone perhaps no longer with them on the mortal plane account of the “normal” comment. There was no harm done by the mistake, only a bit of confusion. “I'm glad you're okay—do you know where Charlie went?”

He’d refrain from asking more details on the stranger, fearing it may be too much for this anxiety-riddled spirit. Gregory released Michael's hand with a flex of his fist, trying to keep his tone calm as he feared for the location of their seemingly lost friend.

“Yeah—she’s okay, too.” Michael paused, teeth clenched tightly for a moment before he added: “Well, mostly. We… had an incident with the person responsible for this whole thing, and Charlie got hurt trying to protect Vanessa.”

“What?!” Freddy exclaimed, standing up so fast he accidentally pulled the charging cord out of his side. “Where is she?!”

“She’s down in Parts & Service—I sealed her in the protective cylinder.” Michael sighed and held up his palm placatingly. “Geez, I didn’t want to worry you both too much—like I said, she’ll be fine. She just needs to be fixed up a bit.” Here offered the pair a hopeful smile. “That’s actually why I came looking for you. I can only do so much with one paw and a hook… so we were wondering if you can help with Charlie’s repairs?”

“Easy, easy!” Gregory looked to Freddy, mirroring Michael’s gesture in holding up both hands to his riled-up father figure. Even so, Mike's words certainly gave cause for alarm if Charlie was inside that tube all locked up and alone.

The fact that she’d put her body on the line for someone like Vanessa was even stranger. Then again, it just showed Gregory how different they were, as he wouldn't have thought twice about leaving the night guard to her fate if it came down to her life or his. Not after the hell she’d deliberately put them all through…

At the chance to dig around inside the Puppet and figure out how that old model really worked, Gregory jumped to attention.

“I can help! Can I help Mike out with fixing Charlie? Please, Freddy?” he begged, as if he could already tell the bear would be more likened to warn him it was dangerous.

“It is dangerous to mess around with animatronic systems you do not understand, Gregory,” Freddy replied, just as the boy predicted. “I will take on the repairs; I upgraded her once before with spare parts from the Daycare attendant.”

“Ohhh!” Michael smacked the blunt side of his hook to his forehead as realization suddenly hit. “That’s why her legs are different! Man, that’s been driving me crazy all night!”

“You may need to guide me if the repairs are more internal, though,” Freddy added, smiling slightly at the man’s enthusiasm for robotics. “Since Charlie is an older model, I do not know if my mental blueprints of the Daycare attendant match well enough with her internal systems.”

“Yeah… see, that’s the thing, Freddy…” Michael trailed off, his gaze shifting away from the bear. He knew Freddy wasn’t going to be happy with what he was about to say next, especially since he seemed so weirdly parental towards Gregory—more so than before, that’s for sure.

What happened while Michael was away?

“Charlie’s design is made up a lot of parts—small parts. I’m not sure if your claws can handle the finer work as well as someone else might be able to.” Michael jerked his chin towards Gregory.

When the ghost still requested his help, Gregory tapped Freddy’s leg with pleading eyes.“Pleeeeease, I promise I'll be extra careful! I just wanna help Charlie.”

What’s the worst that could happen? Gregory thought. His finger may get pinched, but surely Charlie wasn't going to attack him should he fix her incorrectly. That just seemed so overtly cruel and nothing like the Puppet he knew.

“What's wrong with her anyway?” Gregory asked, left in the dark since he wasn't there to witness William delivering a crushing kick to the side of her head earlier.

“She, um… hit a wall,” Michael explained, deciding to spare the more graphic details for now. “Her head and neck are still pretty banged-up, though I did manage to fix her voice box. It got too hard for me with this darn hook after that.”

He then turned to Freddy and gave him the biggest puppy dog eyes this fox-robot was capable of. In an echo of Gregory’s words, Michael asked: “Please, Freddy? We’ll both be right there as back-up, although I’m sure Charlie would never snap at anyone.”

Freddy narrowed his eyes at Michael for a moment before relenting with a heavy sigh. “…Alright. But if there is any sign of danger, I am pulling Gregory right out of there.”

“Aye aye, captain!” Michael gave the bear a salute, then chuckled to himself.

How strange it was to be asking permission from an animatronic—and from the Freddy Fazbear, no less. Oh what a turn this afterlife had taken.

Even if Gregory knew the technical reasons as to why Fazbear was never corrupted, he still liked to chalk it up to Freddy just being so cool—so genuinely good deep in his programming—that nothing evil could change him. That’s why he’d listen to the big guy.

Well, that and because his naturally doting nature was something Gregory sorely needed and had already become drawn to.

Happy to see Michael on board and confident in their plan, Gregory shook Foxy’s arm playfully. “No time to waste!”

He checked through the cameras one last time, slurping down the rest of his Toxic Bunny Gummies and discarding the packaging with Bonnie's face on it inside the trash. With no one unsavory coming their way Gregory went to Freddy's side, immediately taking the bear’s hand. After only a second of thought, he offered his free palm to Michael as well. Gregory was on a sugar rush, and felt encouraged to be a bit more sociable.

“Lead the way! I'm stoked to see how you put her back together again,” he remarked with barely-contained excitement.

Michael was quick to take the offered hand, pleased that he’d officially been accepted into the boy’s good graces. Whatever scares he might’ve given him earlier were long-forgotten it seemed, and Mike was more than willing to take this new friendship at the kid’s pace.

Before leaving the comfort of the security office Freddy and Michael locked eyes, and in a moment of perfect robotic synchronization lifted Gregory up by the arms. Combined, they made a sort of makeshift jungle gym that Gregory could swing his legs from, giggling the whole time. After the boy was placed back on solid ground, the trio set off for Parts & Service once again with a renewed a pep in their step.

The lift-off had given Gregory a moment of pure, childhood glee. His legs kicked the air as he laughed at their shared antics. After tonight, Gregory knew he couldn't be caught by his foster parents—because if anyone who wanted to adopt him weren't the friendly robots of the Fazbear Pizzaplex, he didn't want them to be his family.

They knew exactly what it took to put a smile on his face, and in return Gregory cared for them with all the fierceness his young soul could muster.

Once returned to Earth he yet again slipped into to his fantasy land, just roaming the mall before closing with his father and brother.

“Don't forget, guys,” Gregory mentioned as they entered the backrooms. “Freddy Junior is in the last security office we were in.” He’d put the tiny plushie to work watching the cameras, somehow a little convinced that even the stuffed toys had some level of sentience to them.

It wasn't long before they approached the Parts & Service maintenance chamber. Gregory ran, letting go of the others to unlock the terminal for them. “Charlie? How are you feeling?”

The Puppet raised a silent hand, pointing a thumb up to the sky. Perhaps it was sarcastic, but at least she still had her sense of humor about her.

“Alright, let’s turn you into a bona fide mini-mechanic,” Michael said with a sharp-toothed grin, ushering Gregory and Freddy into the cylinder.

Freddy lingered near in the doorway, arms crossed as he kept half his attention on Charlie’s repairs and the other half on watch for the likes of Moon. Michael could feel the bear’s eyes burning into the back of his metal skull as he carefully hoisted Gregory up to place him on top of Charlie’s chest—it was the only way the boy could reach all the internal mechanisms without someone trying to steadily hold him.

But damn… the usual protective nature of the bear had been amped up to something fierce. Freddy was practically vibrating with worry as Gregory got to work fixing Charlie’s neck joints. Honestly, Michael wouldn’t be surprised if Freddy was vibrating—at one point he turned to check, but Freddy’s gaze snapped him back to Gregory in an instant.

Keep my full attention on the kid—got it, he thought, returning to the task at hand. That wasn’t hard to do though, since Gregory’s natural mechanical prowess with the animatronic both fascinated and amazed Michael to no end.

He had a knack for knowing how these parts fit together, that’s for sure. Gregory had never considered himself a whiz at school, and the guidance counselors all agreed even with his young age that the best idea for him was to join a trade due to his less than stellar grades. Gregory had reluctantly agreed, though it wasn’t like the words didn't sting or he wasn't trying his hardest. Sitting in class trying to learn the ancient history just didn’t seem all that important compared to the stressors in his life.

However, after what he’d already been through, seeing himself as a mechanic became a more viable future now should they all survive tonight.

“So these pieces go together like that and uh... Hm. I need the ratchet. These tension rods are loose.” Gregory murmured as he worked, holding out his hand like a doctor requesting tools from his nurse. Once acquiring the tool, Gregory leaned away from Puppet’s open face plate. “Charlie, can you move your neck?”

She was indeed able to bend her neck with a better range of motion than before. It appeared that she’d been in desperate need for a tune-up for a long time, hence why that kick seemed to knock everything loose in her head. Besides from that some of her old parts were rusted, the odd, flakey brown coating her endoskeleton from her face down to her chest.

“It sucks we don't have parts to replace the mask... Sorry, Charlie,” Gregory said as Michael guided him through the extremely specific manner in which Puppet needed to be closed up.

“Don't worry so much—you helped tons!” Charlie encouraged, looking to Freddy from where she was strapped down on the table. “Thanks, everyone. I think I would’ve been out for the night without you.”

“Of course, Charlie; we are happy to help,” Freddy responded, his expression returning to its default smile now that any immediate danger to Gregory was past. He stepped closer to lift the boy up and give him an encouraging squeeze. “Well done, superstar!”

“Yeah, you’re awesome at this!” Michael added, helping Charlie sit up. He gave a soft laugh, though it was tinged with an emotion that was hard to place. “I learned about all this stuff when I was young, too; I had a knack for it, or so my—” He paused, wincing as if the memory physically pained him. “—er, so I’ve been told.”

Long nights staying up way past his bedtime to help his dad repair animatronics… at first Michael had enjoyed it, despite how tired he’d feel the next day. It was one of the few times he truly felt like he could bond with William, both of them working together in their shared element to fix up robots and chattering about everything and nothing as they did so.

It all changed after ‘83, of course—as with everything else, William’s work took on an entirely new aspect that no one understood until it was far too late. Eventually, Michael was left alone to work on the robots he now despised while his father holed up in office doing god knows what…

William’s praise could still be heard echoing unintentionally in the words that Michael said to Gregory. Maybe they weren't exactly the same, but the same pride in their craft had been there—the ghost of Will's influence still haunting them all.

“You're a natural at this!”

“You're going to work with Dad when you're old enough, yeah?”

“Well done, sport...”

It was a shame. All that William taught Michael brought bittersweet memories now. Who even knew if the man remembered those times fondly, or if he’d only ever seen his eldest as a means to an end?

But in the here and now, Gregory beamed with joy at the praise just as Michael had many years ago, so eager to please as he reveled in Freddy's hold.

“Thanks, guys! Anytime you need help, I can try my best to fix you. It's the least I can do,” Gregory said, as if he had to pay back the kindness his friends had given him.

After Charlie sat up, flexing her limbs to feel blessed oil coat her pistons and gears, she looked to Gregory with a smile in her voice. “We look after each other. It's what friends do.”

It was a reminder to everyone that their friendships weren’t give and take. They were an unconditional love. Help would be there whether it was returned or not.

Freddy nodded in thanks to the ghosts for their words as he adjusted Gregory into an easy, one-armed hold against his hip. “Let us return to the office; there are many things we need to discuss."

The statement wasn’t up for debate. They’d wasted too much time barely missing each other and avoiding close calls—they needed to actually sit down and talk to see if they could figure out how to get rid of this threat.

Michael seemed eager to do so as the group began heading towards the elevator. Or, at least he was curious as to what Freddy and Gregory had been up to in his and Charlie’s absence.

“So why did you guys leave the office?” the fox asked. “I doubt it was just to get a new shirt and some toys.”

Maybe the boy needed more food? Although they didn’t have to go all the way to the gift shop just for that, with vending machines lining nearly every wall of the Pizzaplex.

“We wanted to collect other access cards,” Freddy explained over his shoulder. “We did manage to acquire one after some… considerable effort on both our parts.”

And there was that AI working again, trying to smooth over the harsher details so his friends wouldn’t worry so much. The bear would share more if prompted, but to extract the most gruesome details was a bit like pulling teeth.

“I killed an alligator,” Gregory filled the others in after a beat, speaking somewhat distantly. He wasn’t afraid to share the more sordid portions of their adventure, although he wondered if it was poorly timed until he got a reaction from Charlie.

“An ali—Gregory, are you saying that Monty is... decommissioned?” Charlie asked, slow and delicate.

“Yeah. He was being a scary... jerk,” Gregory replied, avoiding cursing Monty's name with the presence of Freddy. There was no need to upset his dad even more than he probably was. “That's okay though—now that he is out of order, I can figure out how to fix him without him hurting us.”

Or at least, that was Gregory's hope. Something to give back to Freddy who’d been sacrificing so much for his safety.

“Gosh...” Charlie breathed out a simulated exhale, looking between the others. “I'm really sorry. That must’ve been scary...”

She wondered how Freddy was dealing with it, though the hardness in his eyes said that things were definitely being processed internally. Maybe something to ask at the office.

“Monty almost—” Freddy couldn’t quite finish the sentence.

They stepped into the elevator and he used the few-second distraction of pushing the button to reign in his emotions. The situation had been scary—far scarier than he hoped Charlie or Michael would ever have to experience.

“Monty was too far gone,” Freddy tried again, choosing his words carefully. It was still hard for him to think about the gator’s body snapped in two and lying prone on the little stage.

Monty had played a personal birthday concert for a child on that very platform just days before while Freddy watched with the crowd. It was part of the Super Mega Deluxe Fazbear Birthday Bash package where parents could pick an animatronic to visit with the children and play a concert during their assigned party hours. Freddy recalled Monty’s grinning face as he worked the stage, so happy in his element and loving nothing more than hearing the kids’ happy cheers.

Staring hard at the ground, Freddy’s voice soft and tinged with regret. “He… he was going to kill Gregory if we did not stop him. But still, I…”

“Hey—it’s alright, Freddy.” Michael gripped the bear’s shoulder tightly. “Gregory’s okay, so… try not to dwell on it. That’s not… it’s not going to help any of us if you get stuck in the past.”

The irony of his words wasn't lost on him—he’d thought his brother was standing right in front of him not thirty minutes earlier. But Mike had been just a kid when the incident that would come to haunt his life took place. Freddy was still a robot at his core, and they couldn’t afford for him to lose that logical nature—no matter how fascinating it was to see the bear’s AI transform into something not fully comprehensible right before their eyes.

Perhaps these AI's weren’t meant for meaningful human interaction. It appeared to change them so drastically in such short time. Freddy was having complex emotions that his CPU worked overtime to handle. Being around someone who saw him as a father figure was turning him into one—a slippery slope and no one’s fault, even if Michael unintentionally kick-started the process.

Who knew—maybe it would’ve happened with the other animatronics eventually were they not infected by William Afton's foul corruption.

Back to the security office they went. Charlie watched as Gregory let himself inside with the pass, waiting for his friends to go through the door before locking them inside again. These rooms were quickly becoming little sanctuaries for him, full of hordes of snacks and watchful Freddy plushies for him to sit down and relax with. After making sure everyone was settled, Charlie glanced at the animatronic bear.

“We have a lot to explain,” she began, craning her head down as if sorry she didn't tell Freddy any of this earlier.

“I am guessing the fact that you are the children of Henry Emily and William Afton have something to do with this whole situation, right?” Freddy asked, his tone measured and calm. Michael’s wide-eyed gaze flickered to his, jaw hung open uselessly for a second.

“How did you—oh.” Michael sighed, realizing that of course the super-computer would be able to piece even the most random bits of information together. “You’ve probably got some history installed in those memory banks, huh? Yes, you’re right—she’s Charlie Emily and I’m Michael… Afton.”

He was so far removed from his father that the name felt dirty and foreign on his tongue. Still, he pushed on. “You don’t, uh—or, I should say: what do you know about us? About our… past?”

“Not much,” Freddy admitted. “The information in my databanks regarding company history is extremely limited. All I can confirm is that, out of the combined five children between Henry and William’s families, only one is still, ah… with us.” Freddy’s tone softened to one of utmost sympathy. “All the others either went missing or perished at a young age. Michael, you were reported to be the oldest to survive until you went missing about… thirty-odd years ago.”

Michael could only nod dully in confirmation. Hearing it recited so blatantly made him feel strangely numb.

Charlie was staring hard at the ground as well. It was odd being part of the statistic. Just another missing person from the old, out of commission diners. As she processed what Freddy said she began to pace, her long limbs more so sliding on the slick tile floor than actually walking.  

“The living one—their name wouldn't happen to be Sammy, right?” Charlie wondered aloud. There wasn’t any point hiding things anymore, so deciding to be more open and honest she clarified in case the others didn’t know: “He’s my brother. Wouldn't that be swell to see him again, Mike?”

She wondered if they’d still have anything in common. They were twins, but not necessarily close. At least, they hadn’t been right before Charlie’s untimely demise.

“So… your dads made this place then, right?” Gregory asked, making sure he was following everything correctly. After Charlie confirmed with a nod, Gregory looked sympathetic. If the other locations were anything like this one, he wasn't surprised these guys died really young.

…Not that he’d say that out loud, as it’d probably only serve to make them feel bad. The goal was to get these ghosts to give up their secrets, not to make them more guarded and defensive than they already were.

“Sammy Emily is the current CEO of Fazbear Entertainment,” Freddy said in response Charlie’s question. “I believe he inherited the company a few years ago and is the one responsible for commissioning the Pizzaplex we now inhabit.”

“No wonder you guys have a Safe Mode,” Michael muttered somewhat bitterly. “Once our dads parted ways, Henry’s restaurants were always safer—at least, that’s what I gathered from the lack of negative press. I mostly worked in William’s franchises, which were the opposite of harmless...”

He clenched his jaw again, teeth grinding together slightly until he felt Charlie’s comforting hand on his shoulder. He looked to her, offering a grateful smile before shifting his gaze to Gregory.

“My brother’s name was Evan,” Michael explained, his tone wistful as he tried only to think of fond memories. “You look a lot like him, Gregory—honestly, if he’d gotten a few years older, you two could be twins.”

He’d leave out the part of Gregory now wearing almost the same shirt he’d watched his brother get mangled in; that wasn’t a detail the boy needed to know right now, if ever.

Maybe some folks would be freaked out when their looks were compared to that of a dead kid’s. Yet Gregory felt sympathy more than anything. What do you say to a man who just told you that you look like his deceased brother?

I'm sorry?

Somehow, that didn’t feel like it’d cut it.

As Charlie calmed Michael with a grounding touch to his arm, in the spirit of attempting to cheer him up Gregory remarked: “Dang… your brother must’ve been a good looking dude!”

Gregory thought it was just such an unexpected comment that Mike would get a kick out of it. Charlie found herself raising a hand over her cracked mask's mouth, futile in hiding the giggle that came out.

Even so, she was still processing that for some odd reason Sammy decided he wanted to keep this nightmare franchise alive. How could he still have fond memories of this place? Perhaps he just didn't want their father's legacy to end with the unsolved murders of so many children.

Unfortunately here they were, down the same destructive path in William's latest killing spree.

“When this is all said and done, you and me are gonna find my brother,” Charlie murmured, leaning into Michael’s side. “I'd like to ask him a few questions...”

Hopefully she didn’t give poor Sammy a heart attack with the state she was in before he could answer them.

“I’m with you on that one,” Michael agreed, still wearing a grin from Gregory’s little joke. However, this small joy faded upon Freddy’s next pointed question.

“This may not be a topic that is easy to discuss, but… I think it is critical for our understanding of this situation,” the animatronic began, trying to keep his words as gentle as possible. He gave Mike and Charlie a moment to prepare before asking: “Can you tell us why you have come back to us? Do you… know why all of this is happening?”

The room was silent for quite a while. The tension rose thick and heavy in the air, nearly stifling before Michael eventually managed to get out two simple words that said both nothing and everything at once.

“My father.”

Charlie felt the need to step in. It was a sore spot for her friend to speak on, and she just hoped she didn't overstep his boundaries by taking charge and explaining their predicament.

“This may be surprising to you both based on what you might’ve heard from Fazbear Entertainment’s selective history,” she began, staying by Michael for emotional support as she recalled the events that brought them both here. “But William Afton is a bad person. In his pursuit of reanimating his family, he went totally insane—murdering children to achieve his goal. We're here to stop him.”

Originally, it’d been hard condensing decades of pain and torment into a few sentences. After so much time and all the things she’d seen, Charlie had become jaded by her own death and the circumstances surrounding it.

“Now that William’s back again, he’s controlling Vanessa and kidnapping more kids. Gregory was going to be one of them—it's why all the animatronics have gone psycho,” Charlie revealed, her blank gaze swiveling between the boy and his guardian robot.

Gregory was balling his fists at his sides, knuckles long gone white as he stressed thinking about how everything here expected him to be dead by the end of the night. The only things in the building he could trust were the people before him right now.

“I physically can’t rest until William's killing spree has ended for good,” Charlie concluded, looking to Michael then and assuring was alright to continue. When he seemed no more distressed than before, she further explained his own predicament. “The last time I remember seeing Mike, we were in a fire that burned down the building we were inside. Another robot, Lefty, saved my body. Unfortunately, Michael's perished in the flames with my dad…”

That was the night she realized who he was, that man on the tapes echoing through the halls of the franchise Michael was suspiciously able to own with no background check or proof of ID. It was Henry—her father—just wanting to set their souls free. By the time Charlie figured out the awful truth it was too late to stop them, or save either one.

At that moment in time, their chapters had ended... Or so they’d thought.

“I am… so sorry,” was all Freddy could say. His emotional capacity had expanded greatly in the past few hours, but nothing could prepare him for this.

For arguably the first time in his existence, the friendly bear genuinely didn’t know how to respond. So, instead he defaulted to what he could do—attempt to provide comfort, however minimal.

“What happened to you both is… incomprehensible,” Freddy continued slowly, reaching out to take one of Michael’s and Charlie’s hands in his own. He squeezed them gently, reassurance practically radiating from the paternal animatronic. “But you no longer have to deal with this by yourselves; I will help you.” He caught sight of Gregory in the corner of his eye and gestured the boy closer with his chin. “We will help you. William will not get away with his horrendous acts any longer.”

To harm someone—to kill them, let alone a child, was completely out of the realm of Freddy’s understanding. But to kill multiple children?

That was, as he said, incomprehensible.

Michael simply nodded, returning the squeeze to his hand. He still couldn’t speak—not yet—and he appreciated Charlie taking the lead with the explanation. Even after all this time, she was still looking out for him. Mike knew he’d never be able to truly express how much he appreciated his dear friend, so for now he wrapped his free arm around her shoulders and pulled her into a side hug.

Charlie would always regret not remembering Michael for their first few encounters after her death. The way she tormented her old friend along with the others under the absolutely wrong conviction that he was William would haunt her until her soul stopped roaming the planet.

But the moments like these, where Freddy held her hand and told her she no longer had to bear the weight of everyone's burdens—or when Michael pulled her in close enough that she forgot they were dead… these moments made it all worth it.

Charlie rested her head on the fox’s shoulder, nuzzling the soft, cerulean coat. She couldn't care more about herself than she did about her friends. She was sure to hear an earful were she to say that out loud.

“We'll have to figure out where he went. The old fart could be anywhere,” she murmured quietly.

“Maybe I could help. I have a bone to pick with him, too,” Gregory reminded them, swiveling around the office chair to show off the security feeds. “There’s cameras all over the place. Even if we don't see him, we might be able to catch what the others are up to and track him like that!”

“Good plan, Gregory!” Michael perked up at the thought of doing something more active than talking in regards to stopping his father. He carefully detangled himself from the others, moving to lean on the desk next to Gregory’s chair.

“You know, I’ve had quite a bit of experience looking for animatronics through cameras just like this,” Michael told the boy, scanning the feeds for any wayward robots. Now that Gregory was aware somewhat of his past, Michael could share even more tips and tricks with him. “These feeds are nice, though—so crisp and clear, at least compared to what I’m used to… In one place I worked at, half of them didn’t even work! And when I complained, I was told ‘good luck fixing them,’ and…”

Freddy settled next to Charlie’s side as Michael rambled, watching Gregory’s expression change to that of rapt interest as his new friend talked about the “old days.” The bear let out a soft chuckle, glancing at Charlie.

“They seem to get along extraordinarily well,” he commented, a hint of relief in his tone. “I am glad.”

“Michael's one of the best guys I know,” Charlie vouched in a whisper, Mike technically being one of the only guys she knew on more than a surface level. Henry was overly protective as a father, and the only boys Charlie was allowed to have over were Michael and his brother. That didn't mean she hadn't made other friends over time, but naturally she had a pretty in-depth view as to who Mike was morally—even through his shitty teen years.

“Don't tell him I told you that. It'll go right to his head.” Charlie laughed beside Freddy, leaning into him with a little nudge, and the bear chuckled right along with her. Though he didn’t know all the details, she and Michael had been through some horrible things in both life and death. Freddy was glad they’d somehow retained their ethics and humor, despite it all.

“Not to be a jerk—” Gregory remarked, showing Michael the path they were working out to scout for William on. “—but those places sound like dumps! Why the heck did you even work there?”

“No offense taken; those places were shi—” Michael suddenly felt a set of eyes locked onto his back and quickly diverted his curse. “Uh, super gross, is what I meant to say. Growing up I worked there because my father was one of the owners… although I’m not sure how much you could consider it ‘working’ as opposed to free labor.”

His fluffy tail swished slowly to relieve tension from both Freddy’s residual glare and the memories brought up from his current conversation. “Once I was older, I only stayed because I felt like I had to. I… I needed to track down William and figure out what was going on. For a while, I didn’t know what he’d actually done, just that it… wasn’t good.” He sighed a heavily, the breath sounding so real in his non-computerized voice. “Trust me, if I could’ve done anything else, I would’ve in a heartbeat.”

Charlie had admired Michael's ability to have kept going. She only kept up her revenge fantasy because—well, she was dead. It's not like she would’ve been wasting her life hunting William down. It soon became her only purpose.

Michael, though? He could’ve moved away, escaped this hellhole of a town and never looked back.

But he didn’t. The guilt of his past mistakes and the death of his siblings and friends weighed too heavily on his soul.

“What would you have done? If you could do anything?” Gregory asked, wondering if anyone ever asked Michael such a thing.

The only one who had was his Uncle Henry… but even then, Michael had still been too young at the time to really understand, answering with something generic like a doctor or a teacher. But neither of those things felt the right career path back then, and they still didn’t now.

“I… don’t know,” Michael admitted slowly. “I’ve never given it serious thought before—my life was so… set.”

Why should I get to have a life anyway, when Evan and Lizzie didn’t?

The thought crept into Michael’s mind, exhausting in its familiarity. He’d been haunted by this notion since the death of his brother at his hands, and it only became more prevalent one Elizabeth was taken away from him, too. He didn’t deserve to survive as opposed to them; it should’ve been him inside those animatronics, mangled and twisted and—

Well, he’d gotten his wish eventually, in a roundabout way—and he’d sure suffered before his actual, physical death. The memories of Ennard's wires snaking around tendons and bone would be with him until the end of days.

And now here Michael was, bonded to an animatronic just like his siblings and best friend. He’d come full-circle.

With the weary gaze of one who’s seen far too much, Mike looked at Gregory and tried to distract from his own thoughts. “Anyway, what do you want to do when you get older? Surely a smart, resourceful kid like you must have some big plans.”

Gregory hummed at that. Maybe Michael was supposed to be in this thing. He didn't really believe in fate, but Gregory thought that people kind of set the foundations for their lives pretty early on. Sometimes those foundations were harder to knock down and rebuild than others.

“My foster mom said I'd be a good grifter,” Gregory stated. The statement didn't hurt him anymore. Honestly, she probably wasn't wrong.

But even then, every word that she told him made Gregory want to throw something heavy at her. He was so angry for such a small kid. It was a miracle he'd met Freddy, Michael, and Charlie. Without their kindness, he likely wouldn't have a chance to see his potential and may have gone down a similar to path to the eldest Afton during his teen years.

“—I don't know," he concluded, clicking his way through the feeds once more. “Maybe a mechanic. Or something with coding. My teacher says I'm really good at coding.”

Slowly he formed a plan in his mind. It was pretty solid, he thought, though he’d probably need both Mike and Charlie's help convincing Freddy to go along with it.

“Okay! So, in order to find Michael's lame dad, I made a two different routes,” he explained, looking between the others as he spoke. “We'll split up in two's again—Mike and me, Freddy and Charlie. Freddy and Charlie, you guys are gonna stop by Parts & Service to upgrade Freddy's hands. He'll need to be stronger in case we run into Vanny or William.”

Gregory braced himself for the line of questioning to follow. As in, how were they going to upgrade Freddy to begin with? In preparation, he’d already begun digging into his pockets to carefully extract Monty's claws.

The boy had moved on before anyone could address the nonchalant comment from his foster mother. Freddy filed this away for future reference as potential reasoning for why Gregory should stay with him. As Gregory outlined his plan, the bear’s face twisted into mild concern.

“We are not splitting up, Gregory,” he countered immediately. “I am not going to leave your side after what just happened with Monty.” His eyes flickered to the fox, who stared at him with the closest thing he had to a raised eyebrow. “Ah… No offense, Michael. I am certain you can protect him, too. It is just—”

“No, I get it!” Michael held up his palm and hook placatingly, nodding in understanding. “You just want to protect your kid, Freddy; it’s in your programming.” Whether he’d meant to say “your kid” instead of “the kid”, Michael would leave for everyone else to guess. He cracked a grin and chuckled. “Plus, you’re just a really good guy—er, bear. Whatever.”

“Thank you.” Freddy returned his smile, then refocused on Gregory. “Besides, regardless of whether we stay together, I do not know of any upgrades that might—what did you just pull out of your pockets?!”

The objects in Gregory’s hands were clear as day, though Freddy was horrified at the sight of them.

“Freddy, I know how this looks. But I took them because... I was thinking ahead,” Gregory attempted to explain, gently placing the hands on the desk. “You know those cyclone barriers with the ‘No Monty’ signs all over the place? Only his claws can smash through them, and who knows what's on the other side! I'm guessing Michael's dad is behind those things.”

Gregory glanced down at his shoes. Freddy was going to be sore with him for this, he just knew it. Maybe it was a better idea to have left them to begin with. “I probably should’ve asked before taking them. I just figured Monty wouldn't really mind...”

“He kind of has a point,” Charlie added meekly. Not that she wanted to rile Freddy up, but it wasn't like she or Michael had any good plans. Their last one ended with Charlie nearly having to abandon her broken vessel in the pursuit of saving a mentally compromised security guard.

Freddy looked around the room with narrowed eyes. Charlie and Gregory were clearly in agreement, and the only semblance of another adult Freddy could rely on to back him up was Michael. However… based on the puppy-dog eyes the fox was giving him, Freddy had to concede that he was outnumbered. After a moment, the bear heaved a sigh.

“…I need to make it very clear that I am not going along with this because it is the safest plan,” Freddy said in a stern tone. “It is simply the most viable one we have at the present time.”

“Yes!” Michael cheered quietly, holding out his palm behind his back for Gregory to give him a not-very-sneaky high-five. “Smart thinking, kid!”

“I still do not like the thought of us splitting up, though,” Freddy added, crossing his arms in front of his chest. “Regardless of whether my claws are upgraded, do you not think we would be best staying together?”

Gregory's palm slapped against Michael's metal one, the cheeky grin he had not helping their situation with Freddy. As the boss bear suggested they stay together yet again, Gregory thought it over twice in his head.

“That’d be fine, it’s just… I'm afraid of how much time we have left.” Gregory posed the conundrum to the rest of the group. “It's about... 4:30 now. If the doors open at 6, there’s only so long we’ve got to stop William from whatever weird stuff he's up to. If we split up, that's more ground we're covering.”

After Gregory flipped through his watch he spoke into it, voice echoing in a tinny tone from Freddy's internal speakers. “Besides, if we're in trouble you're going to be the first to hear about it, dad.”

That single word affected Charlie emotionally, and she instantly turned away. Despite her static mask, she sometimes thought people could still read the expression on her face. It would be ridiculous to say she was jealous of a 12 year old boy. The way Freddy looked at Gregory was the same proud glance her father would give her. She missed it—being a part of a family. The Emilys were broken apart the day she was found in that alley with Puppet draped over her lifeless form.

Regardless of her personal feelings, watching Gregory and Freddy interact caused Charlie’s soul to spark with a warmth she hadn’t felt in years.

Michael turned away as well, gripping the desk behind him so hard his electric green claws left faint indents in the metal. He was happy for them—he really was. The tightness in his chest was mostly comprised of good feelings, because Gregory deserved to have a parental figure that loved him unconditionally and Freddy was clearly more than happy to take on that roll. If the kind smile on the bear’s face wasn’t proof enough, his bright blue eyes certainly were—filled with more paternal adoration and compassion than Michael had seen in anyone but his Uncle Henry.

To say Freddy was still just a robot would be a lie. He was something else entirely now, with one goal: to protect his son and keep him safe and loved. And though Michael was glad Freddy and Gregory found each other, he couldn’t help the pang of jealousy that thudded dully where his heart should be.

If only his own father had looked at him like that after Evan’s death, maybe things wouldn’t have turned out so wrong.

“…Alright, superstar.” It was Freddy to break the silence. He stepped forward and lifted Gregory out of the chair and into his arms, holding him close. “We can split up for half an hour. How about we meet back here at 5 am? We will keep in constant contact as much as possible, and if anything happens we will reach out to the other.”

Gregory always wondered what it was like to be cared about. To his hesitant relief, he didn’t need to guess any longer. Looping his arms around Freddy's neck to hug him back, he set an alarm: 10 minutes before they needed to return to the security office.

“I'll call you when me and Mike are coming back. Sound good?” Gregory asked, wondering why he and Charlie suddenly seemed so out of it when things were finally starting to look up.

“Hmm?” The small voice calling his name brought Michael back to the present. He noticed Charlie had moved next to him, presumably to comfort yet again, and gave her a pat on the shoulder. “I’m good, Charlie; thanks.” He turned to the others, Foxy’s grin widening. “And yes, we’ll keep you both updated.”

“We will do the same,” Freddy agreed, still clinging to Gregory for just a bit longer.

“Hey, try not to worry so much—no use frying your circuits!” Michael clapped him amiably on the back. “I promise I’ll keep Gregory safe; he’ll be back in your arms in no time.”

Freddy nodded, appreciating the reassurance. “Thank you, Michael. I will do the same for Charlie.”

The Puppet could probably hold her own if it came down to it, but Freddy couldn’t help the sense of protectiveness that he felt towards her as well. It wasn’t just Gregory that he wanted to keep out of danger—it was all of his friends, new and old.

Charlie was pretty happy to have Freddy's attention all to herself again. With three people vying for the friendly’s bear’s focus, it was like having to fight for the sole affection of her mom and dad all over again. Not that either of her parents were ever stingy with their love, but Sammy had been a handful to say the least. His rebellious stage started—and ended—pretty early on, if she remembered correctly. She wondered if he’d retained any of that rambunctious nature, or if he’d chilled out more over the years like Michael. Though that was something to think on later when she found him, after all this was over.

“My turn to hang out with Freddy!” Charlie exclaimed cheerfully, jumping from the desk to wave goodbye. “Thanks for the tune-up, by the way. The next time my neck breaks I'll go straight to you guys.” She said this to both Gregory and Michael, making the younger of the pair beam with joy at his successful fix.

“Ready to walk the plank, Mike?” Gregory asked in a swashbuckler’s accent, mindful of which side of Foxy’s body he should walk on. That hook was sharp and Gregory didn't quite trust the ghost had trained himself to mind it yet.

“Argh, you bet I am, Cap’n!” Michael replied with a gleaming smile that showed off his sharp teeth. Hopefully he wouldn’t have to use them, but at least they were there as a last resort.

After one final squeeze, Freddy set Gregory down at Michael’s non-hook side. He ruffled the boy’s hair, smiling down at him for a moment before finally backing away. He grabbed Monty’s claws off the desk, trying his best to ignore the bloodstains—he’d need to get those off before attaching the limbs to his body…

“Alright, Charlie—shall we go?” Freddy asked, offering an elbow for the Puppet to slip her thin arm through while they walked.

Freddy Fazbear was a true gentleman, it seemed. Charlie slid her long, gangly arm through the loop he made and situated herself at his side for comfort.

“How about I hold onto those for now? One less thing for you to worry about,” Charlie suggested kindly, taking Monty’s claws and wiping them down carefully on her cloth-covered midsection. While they worked on his upgrades, she could ask when Freddy had officially adopted Gregory to begin with. Charlie knew it would be one way to take his mind off the awful events that’d just transpired at Monty Golf.

Gregory gave Mike a sailor's salute, eager to begin their latest adventure. While the boy had become way too familiar with his own mortality tonight, his friends had made it a bit safer and more bearable with every passing hour. He felt strong and brave beside them, their wisdom and experience having rubbed off on him the more they interacted. Pulling up his map, Gregory quickly showed everyone their routes.

“Freddy and Charlie? You guys take the extra spooky places. Michael and I are going to see if there's anything worth snagging by Fazer Blast and Mazercise, ‘cause Freddy and I didn't really get a chance to look around there,” he explained one more time, looking to his dad before heading for the door. “We'll see you guys soon.”

Michael gave Freddy and Charlie a wave as Gregory tugged him out of the office, trying to quell his anxiety as his friends disappeared from sight. They were all going to be fine. They would find William, get rid of him for good, and put an end to all their suffering once and for all.

Or so he desperately hoped.

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The 40/20/40 split-folding rear seats reveal a massive cargo room. The exterior is enhanced by the matrix-design LED headlights and laser lights. The strong beam of light produced by the laser lights is a result of advanced technology. Additionally, the high-beam assist helps in discovering other vehicles and dims according to the situation.

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An older model, the brand still markets it as dynamic down to the last curve. The vehicle is sleek, sportily designed, and has an above-average performance. If you own this coupe, it is definitely turning some heads. It has a long hood, an aerodynamic silhouette, and a short deck. The interior, however, is quite spacious and refined. You will find thigh supports in the front seats, cool and comfortable ventilation, and prominent seat bolstering. With 19” 5-arm-cutter wheels, the vehicle also contains a Black optic plus package with housings, badges, and calipers. The car’s performance with the quattro® is pretty good and gives the user an enhanced driving feel.

The cockpit

Next level digitization with a customizable instrument, gives information instantly and at eye view on the 12.3” HD display. Parking Entry functionality, Adaptive Cruise Control with active lane assist, Top View camera system, Audi side assist with pre sense® rear and Audi pre sense® city, are some features available in the cockpit.

2024 AUDI TRIMS

The 2024 Audi A5 trims also consist of the Premium, Premium Plus and Prestige. All trims come with the 2.0-liter four-cylinder and an acceleration of 5.3 seconds from 0 – 60 mph. Additionally, the trims also include a Five-link Sport suspension.

Frequently Asked Questions

What are the main variations between the 2025 Audi A5 and the 2024 Audi A5?

The 2025 Audi A5 is a completely redesigned and upgraded model. It is a new-generation vehicle with improved styling and technology.

Is the 2025 Audi A5 more expensive than the 2024 model?

If you are looking for the Audi A5 price, then you must check with our expert team members who will provide you with an appropriate break down of the rates.

Does the 2025 Audi A5 have new features that are not available in the 2024 model?

In fact, the 2025 Audi A5 features more than what you found in the previous 2024 model. The infotainment is better, and the screen options are larger.

Are there any engine or performance upgrades in the 2025 Audi A5?

All trims of the Audi A5 come with a 2.0-liter four-cylinder and a max output of 261. The acceleration is better 5.4 seconds (0 – 60 mph).

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Top 5 Reasons Why the Yamaha R15 Reigns as the King of 150cc Sport Bikes

When it comes to the best 150cc sport bike, the Yamaha R15 has firmly established itself as the undisputed champion. 

Loaded with cutting-edge technology, superior performance, and a design that exudes aggression and style, the R15 continues to dominate the segment. Whether you’re a beginner or a seasoned rider, R15 can be your perfect choice for an unparalleled experience on the road. 

Here are five reasons why the Yamaha R15 reigns supreme in the 150cc sport bike category.

Unmatched Performance and Power:

One of the standout aspects of the Yamaha R15 is its performance. Equipped with a liquid-cooled, 155cc, single-cylinder engine featuring Variable Valve Actuation (VVA), the R15 delivers an exhilarating ride. 

The engine produces around 18.4 PS of power and 14.2 Nm of torque, ensuring quick acceleration and a thrilling top speed. The inclusion of VVA enhances low-end torque while maintaining high-end power, making it a versatile performer for both city and highway rides.

Aerodynamic and Sporty Design:

The Yamaha R15 features an aerodynamic design inspired by Yamaha’s bigger superbikes, such as the YZF-R1 and R6. The sharp fairings, sculpted fuel tank, and aggressive twin LED headlamps give the bike a dynamic appearance. 

The wind-tunnel-tested bodywork not only enhances aesthetics but also improves aerodynamics, reducing drag for better speed and efficiency. Riders looking for a stylish and sporty machine will find the R15’s aesthetics second to none.

Advanced Technology and Features:

Incorporating top-tier technology, the Yamaha R15 offers riders a premium experience in the best 150cc sport bike category. Some of its standout features include:

Assist and Slipper Clutch – Enjoy effortless gear shifts with reduced clutch effort, ensuring smoother downshifts and better control.

Dual-Channel ABS – Ride with confidence as this advanced braking system enhances safety by preventing wheel lock-ups during sudden braking.

Upside-Down Front Forks (in newer models) – Experience improved handling and stability, especially at high speeds and on sharp turns.

Fully Digital LCD Instrument Cluster – Stay informed with a sleek, easy-to-read display that provides real-time riding data at a glance.

Bluetooth Connectivity (Y-Connect) – Stay connected on the go with smartphone notifications, call alerts, and ride analytics right on your dashboard.

These features elevate the Yamaha R15 beyond a standard commuter, making it a highly desirable choice for enthusiasts.

Impressive Mileage and Efficiency:

For a sports bike, the Yamaha R15 mileage is quite remarkable. Thanks to its fuel-injected engine and efficient aerodynamics, the R15 delivers an impressive fuel economy of 40-45 km/l, depending on riding conditions. This balance of power and efficiency makes it an excellent choice for daily commuting as well as long rides. Riders who want both thrilling performance and cost-effective fuel consumption will appreciate the R15’s efficiency.

Superior Handling and Ride Comfort:

A great sport bike isn’t just about speed; handling and comfort play a crucial role too. The Yamaha R15 excels in this aspect with:

Delta Box Frame: Ensures outstanding stability and precise handling.

Well-Tuned Suspension System: Enhances comfort on both smooth and rough terrains.

Perfectly Balanced Weight Distribution: Offers excellent cornering capabilities.

The result is a bike that feels planted on the road, making it perfect for high-speed rides, city traffic, and twisty mountain roads alike. Whether you’re navigating urban streets or carving corners on open highways, the R15 provides a confident and enjoyable riding experience.

In Conclusion:

The Yamaha R15 continues to dominate as the best 150cc sport bike for a reason. With its exceptional performance, stunning design, advanced features, impressive mileage, and outstanding handling, it remains the top choice for riders seeking an affordable yet premium sports biking experience. If you’re looking for a machine that blends power, efficiency, and style, the Yamaha R15 is undoubtedly the king of the 150cc segment.

Looking for the perfect ride? Head to Perfect Riders, an authorized yamaha dealer in Bangalore, and take the R15 for a test ride. Get the latest deals, updated prices, and a seamless test ride experience—all in one place. Visit today and feel the thrill.

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Innovation Awaits – Discover the Taigun & Virtus at Volkswagen Delhi

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Experience Automotive Excellence at the Premier Volkswagen Showroom in Delhi

At Volkswagen Delhi, we redefine driving with a sophisticated blend of German engineering and contemporary design. Nestled in the heart of the capital, our Volkswagen Showroom in Delhi is more than just a dealership — it’s a gateway to the future of mobility. Whether you're exploring the bold Volkswagen Taigun or the sleek and powerful Volkswagen Virtus, our showroom brings you face-to-face with innovation, performance, and reliability.

Explore the Taigun – The Boldest SUVW in Its Class

The Volkswagen Taigun is a powerhouse crafted to turn every drive into a statement. With its aggressive stance, signature LED DRLs, and dynamic chrome grille, this SUVW is designed to make heads turn on Delhi's streets. At Volkswagen Dealership in Delhi, we invite you to experience firsthand why the Taigun is setting new benchmarks.

Exhilarating Performance, Uncompromised Safety

Under the hood, the Taigun features TSI turbocharged petrol engines that deliver class-leading performance with superior fuel efficiency. Whether you opt for the 1.0L TSI or the exhilarating 1.5L TSI EVO engine with Active Cylinder Technology, the drive is always thrilling. Paired with 6-speed manual or 7-speed DSG transmission, the Taigun adapts to your unique driving style.

Safety-first engineering includes:

6 airbags for maximum occupant protection

ESC (Electronic Stability Control)

Hill Hold Control and Hill Descent Assist

Multi-collision brakes

At our Volkswagen Showroom in Delhi, we ensure that every model is available for an immersive test drive experience.

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Virtus – The New Standard in Sporty Sedans

The Volkswagen Virtus is redefining elegance with its sharp design lines, expansive cabin, and performance-focused engineering. It's the sedan that doesn’t compromise — a perfect blend of comfort, control, and character.

Impressive Design and Spacious Interiors

Virtus boasts:

A striking GT Line exterior with red brake calipers and chrome accents

A 10-inch touchscreen infotainment system with wireless Android Auto and Apple CarPlay

A digital cockpit with customizable displays

Class-leading boot space for urban practicality

With its long wheelbase and plush leatherette seats, the Virtus offers unmatched comfort on city streets and highways alike.

Power and Precision in Motion

Equipped with the same TSI engine family, the Virtus provides a sporty yet refined driving experience. Choose the 1.5L TSI for rapid acceleration and intelligent fuel use via cylinder deactivation, or opt for the agile 1.0L variant for daily commutes.

Advanced safety features include:

6 airbags

Rear parking camera

TPMS (Tire Pressure Monitoring System)

ABS with EBD

Schedule a test drive at our Volkswagen Dealership in Delhi and feel the difference German engineering makes.

Volkswagen Delhi – A Destination for Premium Car Buying

Our Volkswagen showroom in Delhi is designed to offer a premium and seamless vehicle buying journey. From the moment you step into our modern, customer-centric facility, you are guided by trained professionals who understand your needs and aspirations.

Why Choose Volkswagen Delhi?

Certified sales consultants with deep product knowledge

Interactive digital experiences with real-time model configuration

Flexible financing options and exclusive limited-time offers

Volkswagen Service Value Packages for long-term peace of mind

Priority delivery options for select models

Whether you're a first-time buyer or upgrading your vehicle, we ensure a hassle-free experience tailored just for you.

Comprehensive After-Sales Services at Volkswagen Dealership in Delhi

Ownership goes beyond purchase. At Volkswagen Delhi, our after-sales service is anchored in transparency, reliability, and customer-first values.

Service You Can Trust

Authorized Volkswagen Service Center

OEM parts and accessories

Online appointment booking

Real-time service updates and digital invoices

Roadside Assistance, 24/7

Experience faster turnaround times and expert diagnostics, all under one roof.

Test Drive Today – Book Online or Walk In

Your journey towards owning the Volkswagen Taigun or Volkswagen Virtus begins with a single step. Schedule your test drive online via our dedicated booking portal or walk into our Volkswagen Dealership in Delhi. Our product experts are ready to walk you through every feature, assist in comparisons, and ensure you choose a car that matches your lifestyle perfectly.

Visit Volkswagen Delhi Today – Where Innovation Meets Trust

Discover what makes us the most preferred Volkswagen showroom in Delhi. With a rich portfolio of vehicles, dedicated customer support, and world-class facilities, we are proud to be the destination where innovation, performance, and peace of mind come standard.

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2025 Lexus RX vs 2025 BMW X5

Nothing can stop the 2025 BMW X5 from being the vehicle of choice for the year, not even the 2025 Lexus RX. The 2025 BMW X5, with its striking design and robust engine, is winning hearts all the way. Here, we will compare why the BMW X5 is better than any other luxury car you can buy.

2025 Lexus RX

The 2025 Lexus RX has the RX 350, RX 350h, RX 500h F SPORT Performance, and the RX 450h+ trims. In addition, the RX 500h F SPORT PERFORMANCE is an all-wheel drive equipped with a fairly responsive engine and can traverse 0 to 60 in a reasonable time. While it has some features, the 2025 BMW X5 brings bigger and better trims and powertrains to become a choice vehicle for anyone looking for a combination of functionality, sophistication, and advanced tech.

2025 BMW X5

Powerful engines, striking designs, and the latest in convenience together make up the exuberance of the 2025 BMW X5. The trim lineup is more than impressive, as is its interior and exterior. New Active Lane Change and Highway Assistant features are compelling highlights of this beautiful model. Choose your most preferred color, Coffee, Black, Silverstone, or Cognac, and cruise in absolute comfort. The interior encompasses a distinctive design, while the BMW Lightbar and Curved Display are found in the right places on the dashboard. Users can experience unparalleled convenience with the Active Lane Change and Highway Assistant, which allow handsfree driving. The 2025 BMW X5, according to the brand, is equipped and ready for a journey.

The 48V mild-hybrid system provides improved acceleration and responsiveness. 4.4-liter BMW M TwinPower Turbo V-8 brings state-of-the-art technology on the M60i. Alternatively, the BMW X5 xDrive50e plug-in hybrid electric vehicle provides increased efficiency and can go up to 38 miles in an all-electric mode.

2025 BMW X5 Trims

2025 BMW X5 TrimsThe BMW X5 brings five trims namely X5 sDrive40i, X5 xDrive40i, X5 xDrive50e, X5 M60i , xDrive and the X5 M Competition. Both the X5 sDrive40i and X5 xDrive40i are spacious vehicles and built with impressive engineering. They have a commanding style and are equipped with some stunning enhancements such as the M Sport Package, Shadowline exterior trim – high-gloss chrome black accents, M Steering Wheel, Aerodynamic Kit, and exclusive point and wheel choices. The rear cabin becomes a glass-topped space from where you can behold panoramic views of nature through the Sky Lounge LED Panoramic Roof. Experience complete connectivity with the expansive BMW Curved Display and the advanced BMW Operating System 8.5. The 3.0-liter inline 6-cylinder engine delivers optimized efficiency and heightened eBoost power. With a massive towing capacity of 7,200 pounds, the car is ideal for your next adventure with the available factory-installed trailer hitch. Overall, the BMW X5 sDrive40i and X5 xDrive40i are for those who seek thrills, chills, and comfort.

The BMW X5 M60i comes with an enhanced design and a powerful engine. It is a high-performance SUV that comes with attitude and ability. The brand considers the model the leader of the pack with its up-gunned 4.4-liter BMW M TwinPower Turbo V-8 engine and unparalleled power and efficiency. The quad tailpipe design has a throaty tone – the M Sport Exhaust System. You can also take your drive a notch higher with the standard M Differential and the Adaptive M Suspension. Project authority and look like a champion with the impressive 22" wheels and the M Sport Professional Package.

The X5 M Competition lets you take a step into power with its high-definitive performance, latest technology, and distinctive design. With its competitive spirit, the X5 M commands a presence with a standard and exclusive BMW Operating System, a 617 hp engine, carbon fiber design elements, M Track Mode, and much more. The car is immaculately designed for performance, and M Star-Spoke bi-color 21"/22" wheels are equipped with M Compound brakes designed for sporty driving. The car has a cooling system for optimal performance and is equipped with a 4.4-liter V-8 Bi-turbo engine running on 617 horsepower. Every shift becomes smooth with the carbon shift paddles and the 8-speed M Sport transmission with Drivelogic. The BMW X5 M Competition additionally includes the Adaptive M Suspension Professional and 6-piston front M Compound Brakes with ventilated, drilled brake discs for maximum performance. Enjoy the convenience of smart integration, where proactive intelligent systems increase driving comfort and bestow absolute peace of mind.

The 2025 BMW X5 is a better buy than the 2025 Lexus RX – Why?

Unmistakably, the 2025 BMW X5 is a better buy than the Lexus and there are several elements that point to this. For one, the BMW X5 is a superior performer and includes cutting-edge infotainment system with a cluster of instruments and driver-assistance features. Besides, the X5 comes with ample cargo space, and offers comfortable seating to its passengers.

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