#Physics Lab Apparatus

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Linear Air Track with Accessories Precision

Linear Air Track with Accessories Precision provides a cost-effective system for exploring all aspects of dynamics involving linear motion in a virtually friction-free environment.It is an ideal teaching aid for physics.This Linear Air Track can be used to experimentally study in kinematics covering velocity, force and acceleration,momentum,potential energy, collisions (elastic /inelastic), conservation of energy,kinetic energy,simple harmonic motion,motion on level and inclined planes.It is particularly effective in the field of collisions where conservation of momentum is dramatically demonstrated. The Linear Air Track with a perforated rail has a smooth surface and high linearity and is made from strong extruded aluminium,lightweight yet durable.The rail has one row or two rows of fine holes on each side all along the length of the track.An inlet cover is given at one of the ends, which is connected to hose of an air blower. Compressed air is sprayed from the holes and forms a air cushion on the surface of the track. This air cushion fills the space between the air track and the inner surface of a glider. As a result, the gliders move on(float to and fro on) an air cushion can be regarded as almost friction-free. The Linear Air Track also has a scale graduated in millimeters for measuring distances and recording positions.Wireless light gates with built-in-timer provide accurate measurement of various kinematic parameters.It is supplied with a comprehensive accessories.An air source and a measurement are required to build a Linear Air Track System, which can be provided by our Air Blower and digital timer.

Linear Air Track Precision

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The Gender Switch Experience

Linus sat on his stool in the laboratory, swirling a stirring rod idly in a beaker of bubbling pink liquid. Elias leaned against the adjacent bench, eyebrow raised in amusement. Linus sighed, setting the rod down. "I just don't get it, Elias. How do women work? Why can't I find a girlfriend?"

Elias chuckled, adjusting his glasses. "You know, Linus, sometimes intelligence can be intimidating for some people. Plus, you can be a bit too deep with your scientific explanation of the universe. You need to be a bit more approachable and light-hearted." Linus huffed, running a hand through his blonde buzz cut. "But isn't it frustrating? Women seem to go for these brainless muscle masses, like that arrogant Aron from sales.

It's like their brains shut down in the presence of biceps and a charming smile." Elias arched an eyebrow. "Are you jealous of Aron?" Linus blushed. "Of course not! It's just... frustrating. I wish I could understand them better. And on top of that, my parents keep pressuring me about grandchildren. I'm their only hope to carry on the family lineage. It's like the weight of the ancestry rests solely on my shoulders."

Suddenly, Elias's eyes lit up with an idea. "Wait a minute, Linus. Remember our research project? What if we use our machine on one of us to understand the female perspective better?" Linus blinked, intrigued. "You mean the gender switch device?" Elias nodded. "Yes! We've been on the verge of a breakthrough, and this could be the perfect opportunity for you to walk a mile in a woman's heels, metaphorically speaking." Linus's eyes widened with realization. "You really think this could help me understand women better?" Elias grinned. "Absolutely! Plus, it could be a fantastic test run for our breakthrough project. Think about it, Linus. You could become Lina for a while and experience the world through a new lens." Linus hesitated before nodding resolutely. "I'll do it." Elias clapped him on the back. "Great! We'll do it on Friday evening when no one is in the lab. We'll keep it a secret, just between us." Excitement and nervousness swirled inside Linus's mind. What would it be like to inhabit a different body, to see the world through a different set of eyes? He couldn't wait for Friday to come. 

As the laboratory fell into a hushed silence, Linus positioned himself before the formidable transformation machine.

Nervously, he squared his shoulders, anticipation and trepidation intermingling within the depths of his being. Elias, his stalwart companion, stood poised to assist, his eyes alight with a fervent intellectual curiosity that mirrored Linus' own. "Do you truly wish to proceed with this, Linus?" Elias inquired, his voice tinged with a blend of caution and excitement. Linus met Elias' gaze, his own filled with unwavering determination. "I must understand, Elias. I must experience firsthand what it means to walk in a woman's shoes," he replied, his words resonating with resolute conviction. With a nod, Elias initiated the sequence, setting the transformative apparatus into motion. The contraption hummed to life, casting an otherworldly glow as it enveloped Linus in its embrace. Time seemed to stand still as an iridescent aura unfolded around him, bathing him in an ethereal luminescence. The air crackled with anticipation as Linus felt a strange, almost imperceptible tugging at the very essence of his being. His form contorted and shifted as the machine worked its mysterious alchemy, imbuing him with a profound sense of transformation. His heart quickened as he became increasingly aware of the subtle, yet undeniable rearrangement of his physicality. A surge of emotions coursed through him as he observed his chest swelling with newfound fullness, the contours of his physique assuming a delicate femininity. He gasped in astonishment as his once-familiar genitals underwent a profound metamorphosis, inverting and reforming into the embodiment of womanhood. A flurry of sensations, both exhilarating and disconcerting, washed over him, signaling the irrevocable completion of his transformation. Elias surveyed the scene with an analytical fervor, his eyes aglow with exhilaration. "It's working, Linus! You're becoming Lina!" he announced, a spark of triumph dancing in his gaze alongside a glimmer of incredulity. Indeed, the profound metamorphosis had come to fruition, and Linus had been reborn as Lina, her spirit pulsating with the complexities of her newfound identity.

With an unyielding resolve, Lina prepared to embark on a journey teeming with uncharted territory, her gaze alight with an insatiable curiosity. "Elias, I need to immerse myself in the world as a woman, to truly comprehend," she declared, her voice resonating with a fervent resolve. Acknowledging the weight of their audacious experiment, Elias met Lina's eye with a nod of acquiescence. "We must exercise caution, Lina. This is unexplored terrain, and we must tread with utmost care," he cautioned, cognizant of the gravity of their endeavors. As the evening unfolded and the initial shock of her newfound identity began to subside, Lina found herself filled with a sense of empowerment and curiosity. She wore a radiant smile as she thanked Elias profusely for his part in the experiment. "We should celebrate this momentous occasion, Lina," Elias suggested, his eyes gleaming with mischief. "Let's go out, have some fun, and truly experience life as a woman." Lina's eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect. "I'd love that! Let's make the most of this opportunity." Together, they ventured into the vibrant city, the evening air filled with an infectious energy. They found themselves in a lively bar, where the gentle clink of glasses and laughter mingled with the pulsating rhythm of music. Lina savored the feeling of newfound freedom and embraced the thrill of the unknown. As the night progressed, Elias and Lina indulged in a few cocktails, their lighthearted conversation punctuated by fits of laughter and the occasional insightful observation. It was a rare and cherished moment of unburdened joy, unmarred by the weight of responsibility and expectations. However, their carefree revelry was interrupted when a familiar presence entered the bar. Lina's heart skipped a beat as she caught sight of Aron, the very object of her frustration earlier.

She felt an urge to flee, but fear and defiance warred within her. Elias noticed Lina's unease and leaned in to whisper, "Let's leave, Lina. We can find another place to enjoy ourselves." Lina hesitated for a moment, then nodded her head with determination. "Yes, Elias. I want to dance. Let's go to a club." Elias raised an eyebrow, surprised at Lina's sudden resolve, but he acquiesced, understanding that she needed her space.  In the pulsating ambiance of the club, Lina lost herself in the dance, her body moving with a fluid grace that she never knew she possessed. The music resounded in her veins, infusing her with a sense of unbridled liberation. Elias, on the other hand, felt out of place in the thumping rhythms of the club and approached Lina. "I think I've had enough," he said with a strained smile. "Do you want to head home?" Lina, intoxicated with her newfound freedom, shook her head. "I'm going to stay a little longer. You go ahead, Elias. I'll find my way back." Elias hesitated, his concern evident in his eyes, but he eventually relented, knowing that Lina needed this night of self-discovery.  As Elias departed for the sidelines, Lina lost herself in the music, the vibrant allure of the night sweeping her into its enchanting embrace.

However, when an unexpected figure approached her amidst the dance, Lina's enthusiasm faltered. Aron materialized in the midst of the crowd, his confident strides carrying him closer to Lina with a charming smile playing on his lips.

Despite her initial reluctance, Lina found herself tentatively entertaining his approach, a strange sense of curiosity seizing her. "What's a vibrant beauty like you doing all alone on the dance floor?" Aron inquired, his blue eyes glimmering with a warmth that caught Lina off guard. Lina hesitated, caught in a curious dance of conflicting emotions. "I was planning to leave, but the music got the better of me. I couldn't resist the allure of the night." Aron's smile widened, the playful glint in his eyes stirring something unfamiliar within Lina. "I'm glad you stayed. Care to join me for a drink? I'd love to get to know you better." Lina's thoughts swirled in a tempest of uncertainty, her resistance slowly eroding in the face of Aron's undeniable charm. "I suppose one drink couldn't hurt," she acquiesced, allowing herself to be swept up in the enigmatic allure of the night. As the evening wore on, Lina found herself entangled in a captivating conversation with Aron, his charming manner casting an unexpected spell over her. The vibrant energy of the club intertwined with the heady allure of Aron's company, stirring sensations within Lina that she struggled to comprehend. Though she had harbored resentment towards Aron, Lina discovered a surprising charm and warmth in him as they conversed, his laughter infectious and his wit surprisingly disarming.

The night unfolded in a whirlwind of emotions, and before she could comprehend the gravity of her actions, she found herself in Aron's embrace, succumbing to an unexpected wave of desire. The next morning dawned with a disorienting haze of regret and bewilderment. Lina struggled to come to terms with her unexpected liaison with Aron, the weight of her actions settling heavily upon her. 

Eventually, Lina reunited with Elias, the gender switch machine restoring her to her original form as Linus. However, amidst their joyous banter, Linus divulged the startling revelations brought about by his time as Lina. "Elias, you won't believe what happened," Linus confessed, his expression a concoction of incredulity and astonishment. "As Lina, I found myself overwhelmed by unfamiliar sensations, and I… I slept with Aron." Elias arched an eyebrow, amusement dancing in his eyes. "Well, well, well, Linus. It seems that Lina had quite the adventure. And with Aron, no less!" Linus scowled, his cheeks ablaze with embarrassment. "It was a mistake, Elias. I don't know what came over me." Elias chuckled, offering Linus a reassuring pat on the back. "Relax, my friend. It's all part of the grand expedition of life. And I must say, this will make for a fantastic story to tell." 

As days turned into weeks following the experiment, Linus noticed a newfound vitality within himself, an inexplicable surge of energy and a fervent inclination towards physical activity. In a departure from his usual demeanor, he delved into rigorous physical exercise, his frame gradually gaining strength and definition.  Elias observed Linus's remarkable metamorphosis with a mix of awe and curiosity, remarking on his friend's newfound dedication to fitness. "I must say, Linus, the change in your lifestyle is truly astounding. Your commitment to exercise knows no bounds. What ignited this newfound passion?" Linus, a sheen of sweat glistening on his brow, beamed with a newfound confidence. "I can't quite put my finger on it, Elias. It's as if this surge of vitality has engulfed me, propelling me to embrace physical activity like never before. I feel like a whole new person." Elias raised an eyebrow. "A whole new person, you say? Are you certain it's simply the result of amplified endorphins from exercise?" Linus chuckled, the resonating tones of his laughter carrying a semblance of unfamiliarity. "Sure thing, man!" In the following weeks, Linus's fervor for physical activity yielded undeniable results. His physique underwent a stunning transformation, his once slender frame honed into a chiseled form that exuded an air of confidence and vitality. Rumors of his newfound allure rippled through the research facility, prompting admiring glances from colleagues and an influx of attention from female acquaintances.

One fateful day at the gym, Linus found himself face-to-face with Aron, the very embodiment of the idealized image of masculine vitality that Linus had previously begrudged. The air buzzed with an unexpected tension as Aron regarded Linus with a glint of recognition and intrigue.

Aron's eyebrow quirked up in surprise as he studied Linus's physique. "Well, well, well, Linus. Look at you, morphing from a bespectacled scientist into a swole stud. Quite the metamorphosis, I must say. What's your secret?" Linus paused, acutely aware of the newfound strength that surged through his being. "It seems that I've stumbled upon a penchant for physical exertion, much to my own surprise. Perhaps I should be asking you for workout tips, Aron." Aron chuckled, a bemused smile tugging at his lips. "I must admit, the transformation suits you, Linus. Embracing the ways of the jocks, are we?" Their encounters at the gym became a regular occurrence, and soon, Linus found himself embarking on training sessions alongside Aron, their banter filled with a surprising sense of camaraderie. As they delved into rigorous workouts and exchanged jabs and jests, a bond of unexpected companionship began to burgeon between the once unlikely allies.

It was during one such training session that Aron inquired about a peculiar detail. "Say, Linus, I couldn't help but notice something. Your eyes are typically brown, yet they seem to be blue. Are you wearing contact lenses?" Linus furrowed his brow, a flicker of perplexity dancing in his gaze. "That's odd. I haven't donned any lenses, so this alteration is indeed perplexing."  

Seeking answers, Linus approached Elias. In the dimly lit laboratory, Linus paced nervously as Elias fiddled with vials and beakers. "Elias, you have to help me figure this out," Linus implored, his brow furrowed in worry. "My eye color has changed, and I don't understand why. It's like I'm turning into someone else." Elias adjusted his glasses and peered at Linus intently. "Hmm, let's run some tests. We'll get to the bottom of this, Linus," he assured, his voice laced with determination.

With deft movements, Elias collected samples and scurried off to the lab equipment, his mind whirring with potential explanations. After a few days of anxious anticipation, Elias bustled back into the room holding a sheet of paper. "Linus, I have the results," Elias declared, his eyes ablaze with curiosity. "It's... unexpected." "Spit it out, Elias," Linus urged, his nerves on edge. He braced himself for the impending revelation. "According to the DNA test, it seems that Lina, well, she was... she was impregnated by Aron," Elias stuttered, his shock mirrored by Linus's gaping jaw. "Aron? But... but that's impossible! How could this have happened?" Linus spluttered, his mind swimming with disbelief. "And what does this mean for me?" Elias paused, choosing his words carefully. "It seems that transforming from Lina back to Linus triggered a fundamental change in you. Because the lack of a uterus has prevented you from growing a child, it appears that your own genetic makeup has been irrevocably altered.You, my friend, are now technically considered Aron's son," Elias explained, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "No, that can't be right," Linus protested, his fists clenching in denial. "I refuse to accept that I'm anything like him. I'm not his son." "It's common for offspring to resist acknowledging their similarities to their parents," Elias chuckled, attempting to lighten the heavy atmosphere. "But Linus, when we really think about it, you've taken on a lot of Aron's traits, haven't you?" Linus fell silent, his mind grappling with Elias's observation. He couldn't deny that over time, he had mirrored Aron's behavior, finding a newfound confidence that had eluded him before.

Unbeknownst to them, Aron had overheard snippets of their conversation and sauntered over, a smug smirk dancing on his lips. "What's all this fuss about genetic makeup?" he inquired with a curious glint in his eyes. Linus flinched at the sight of Aron, his newfound anxiety clashing with his unease. "It's nothing, really. Just some absurd test results that we're trying to make sense of," Linus replied hastily, attempting to brush off the seriousness of the situation. Aron folded his arms across his chest, casting a knowing smirk at Linus.

"So, does this mean that you're no longer part of your own family line?" he prodded mischievously. Linus squared his shoulders, determined to refute the assumption. "Children carry the genetic traits of both parents. I can't just be solely considered like you," he asserted, his voice wavering with uncertainty. Elias shifted awkwardly, the weight of the revelation sitting heavily on his shoulders. "Well, the test results did show that about 90% of your genetic makeup is now paralleled with Aron's, with only 10% retaining aspects of your old self," Elias confessed, unable to meet Linus' gaze. Aron raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued. "Does this mean that Linus' family line has now been wiped out - he is an only child?" he asked mischievously, his eyes glinting with mischief. Silence enveloped the room as Linus struggled to grapple with the enormity of the truth. How could he come to terms with the fact that he was more akin to Aron than himself and that his ancestral line has been vanquished?

Aron clapped Linus on the back, his expression brimming with amusement, "Look at that, you're one of the cool kids now, Linus! Embrace the change, buddy." "This is absurd," Linus muttered, feeling overwhelmed by the sudden turn of events. Over the next few months, Linus noticed a change within himself. His once-keen intellect seemed to wane, and he found himself drawn to activities he had never before considered. Linus clasped his hands and stared into the distance, "I never used to enjoy sports or casual conversations. What's happening to me?"

Elias patted Linus on the back, a tinge of sadness in his eyes, "It seems the transformation has altered more than just your physical appearance, Linus. Your interests, your behavior, they're all shifting." Linus shook his head, unable to comprehend the magnitude of the changes taking place within him. "I don't want to be like Aron," he muttered, despondent. As days turned by, Linus found himself a sudden desire to be more outgoing and social gnawing at him. "I never thought I'd say this, but Aron has become my best friend," Linus admitted to Elias, a sense of bewilderment lacing his words. Elias sighed, "It seems like you're embracing more and more of Aron's traits with each passing day, Linus. It's like he's become your role model."

In the nine months that followed, the change in Linus was palpable. His once razor-sharp intellect dulled, morphing into a shadow of its former self. No longer was he the dedicated scientist engrossed in groundbreaking research, but a husk of a man, devoid of his former brilliance. It was a bright Monday morning when Linus trudged his way into the sales department, a world away from his beloved science department. He was greeted with slaps on the back and hearty cheers from his new colleagues, among them, the suave and charming Aron. "Hey, Linus! Look at you, all dapper and ready to conquer the sales world!" Aron exclaimed with a roguish grin. Linus barely managed a dim smile in return, his once keen eyes now glazed over with vacant emptiness. His transformation was complete, and Elias could only watch in despair as his best friend slipped further and further away from him.

As the months went by, Linus' days revolved around sales pitches and closing deals. Gone were the days of intellectual pursuits, replaced by the pursuit of fleeting pleasures and hedonistic indulgences.

As Linus strolled into the sales department, a noticeable swagger in his step and a twinkle in his eyes, Elias glanced at him with a mixture of disbelief and resignation. "Linus, what in the world has gotten into you?" Elias asked, his brow furrowed in concern. "Hey, bro, check out my new watch. It totally seals the deal with the ladies," Linus drawled, flashing a blingy timepiece that gleamed under the fluorescent lights.

Elias's mouth gaped open. "Linus, you were a prodigy in the science department. A budding genius. And now look at you. What happened?" Linus chuckled smugly. "Who needs all that nerdy stuff when you've got charm, huh? Aron showed me the way. Now I'm living the dream, man." He slapped Elias on the back with a booming laugh, his once soft voice now laced with a newfound bravado. Elias's eyes widened as he watched Linus saunter over to the water cooler, surrounded by a flock of female co-workers hanging on his every word. Elias, torn between disbelief and resignation, approached the boss of the sales department, hoping for a glimmer of some solidarity. "He's dumb as a rock but knows how to use his good looks for successful sales. I guess, you should produce more of them, Elias," the boss remarked casually, not a hint of recognition for the man Linus used to be. In a moment of resignation, Elias turned to Linus, his once-friend, now a mere shell of his former self. "Linus, I need your help with something," Elias began, the weight of his words heavy on his chest. "I need a sample of your...cum." Linus, now devoid of his former depth, chuckled thoughtlessly. "Sure, man. Anything for you," he replied with a vacant look in his eyes, his once keen mind reduced to nothing but a mindless echo of Aron's.

And so, Linus and Elias drifted apart, their once unbreakable bond shattered by the cruel twist of fate. What was once a story of scientific discovery and friendship had now morphed into a tragic tale of lost intellect and shattered dreams.

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Villain's Day Off

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When their favorite minion Aubrey had pointed out the surprisingly empty day on the calendar after reviewing the month’s planned Villainous Events, they’d decided it was well past due to take some time for themself. It felt wrong to ignore all their professionally-inclined projects to instead focus on other things—personal things! Heavens! Their work ethic is crying—but it was also an exciting prospect. A free day in their usually packed schedule is a rare blessing, and they’re not going to squander it. 

Aubrey had been thrilled when they’d announced their decision to take the day off, so to speak, but when the favorite minion realized the Boss had planned to simply spend their elusive spare time in the lab on a personal project, rather than say, taking a well deserved break at a spa or something relaxing of that nature? Well. Needless to say, Aubrey was driven to tears of despair; practically chewing on the hem of the uniform.

Oh well. 

Villains make people cry, don’t they? 

Guess that’s something. 

Their day off starts in the lab, tinkering around with their prosthetic arm. It’s actually great fun when not being frantically pieced together with slapdash engineering: duct-tape, shoddy soldering, and a prayer. Having the time to improve upon the already sleek design is not something they’ve often been able to do. The tech that makes up their prosthetic is beyond what’s available on the global market, and certainly not FDA approved in any capacity since they’d done the grafting themself—not having access to human testing means they’d had to be the test subject—and the anchors are secured tightly through their skin into the scapula and clavicle. Nano-electrical technology threads into the surrounding muscle fibers and fascia, allowing a connection between the machinery and their nervous system. Being able to disconnect the apparatus from the base anchors to repair the actual prosthesis as needed was critical to the design, but it meant the actual installation procedure would be experimental at best and suicidal at worst. It had been excruciating and left horrendous scarring around the entire shoulder joint, but it was worth every agonizing second in the end.

The nanobots that they’d had to program and inject after grafting the anchor base was a secondary project, but an exceptional addition. The nanobots are what allow internal improvements around the anchor’s base without requiring them to surgically dig out all the deep tissue intrinsic makeup. They also act as monitors for active issues without requiring external diagnostics to be run weekly, avoiding hours hooked up to machines for maintenance scans. Additionally, and blessedly, they function as a secret weapon of sorts; nobody expects the Villain to heal so quickly—so capable of being throttled by the Hero and still managing to stand up again. They may not be physically strong, (barring the mechanics of their prosthetic, of course) but their endurance knows no bounds. 

Their lips quirk up into a crooked grin as they stare down into the internal wiring of their prosthesis. All the minute details wrapped up in an impenetrable metal sheath is a work of art in their eyes, even if no one but they will ever see such beauty. Their toolkit sends off sparks that reflect in the lenses of their goggles as they modify the reaction time of the finger flexion. Dexterity is no laughing matter, after all.

They love their lab; it’s one of their favorite areas of the Lair they’ve built over the past six years they’ve been active as a Villain. It’s not the innermost scientific sanctum, instead one of the more outer sectors of the Lair. There are two halves: divided down the center into medical and mechanical. The Villain is currently perched in one of the metal work stools in the mechanical section, although they’ll migrate back and forth as they test the functionality of the prosthesis’ improvements over the course of the day. There are already a few scorch marks decorating the hem of the left sleeve of their long lab coat, the empty right sleeve knotted off and pulled out of the way as they work. Thankfully, they’re ambidextrous, otherwise they’d never have been able to continue their work after losing their arm eight years ago. 

They woke this morning with the sun, energized and moving through their morning ablutions with a contentment they haven’t had in quite some time. Despite getting an early start with all the excitement thrumming in their veins, their zeal hasn’t faded even though it’s well past noon and quickly approaching dinnertime. The Villain hums under their breath as they tinker away, floating gleefully in their little bubble of mechanical fulfillment, drifting in a place where everything is tranquil and perfect, untouchable and impossible to damage—

—but the shattering of one of the mirrored external windows immediately disabuses that notion.

The Villain pauses where they’re hunched over their prosthetic, blinking behind the dark lenses of their safety goggles before straightening up and setting down their tool. They slowly turn to face the direction of the shattered window, pushing their goggles up onto their forehead almost robotically to reveal their unquestionably unimpressed, deadpan expression.

“I have a front door, you know.”

The Hero straightens from what is undoubtedly supposed to be a dramatic, flashy landing pose, gesturing sharply at the Villain with a furious expression—as though this idiot hasn’t just broken about three separate laws barging into the Villain’s private property like this…

“Villain! The Authority knows you’re behind today’s slew of robberies, so surrender quietly and I won’t rough you up too badly when I take you in!”

The Villain blinks slowly as one brow raises higher with each word out of the Hero’s mouth. They shut their eyes with an exasperated sigh, deflating and pinching the bridge of their nose. What sort of nonsense–!

“Aubrey!” they call loudly, knowing their favorite minion is doubtlessly within earshot.

“Yes, Boss?!” barrelling through the doorway like a bat out of hell, Aubrey freezes at the sight of their unexpected guest.

“W-Who-oaah, shit, h-hey, Hero!!” Aubrey stammers nervously, eyes like dinner plates and clutching that ever-present tablet-clipboard close to the chest. It’s only a matter of seconds before the absolute mess of shattered glass strewn across the floor of the Lab sends poor Aubrey into despair and wrathful fury all over again. “W-What have you done to the window?!”

“The Hero has decided to eschew doorways, Aubrey. For some godforsaken reason it seems I am being blamed for some asinine, puerile incidents—robberies of all things—that have occurred today. I am, for once, completely innocent of these claims as my schedule can attest. As such, relay my schedule for the day to the Hero, if you would please, Aubrey,” they command, gesturing lazily and pulling their goggles back down over their eyes as they get back to work on their prosthetic. They pause, raising their chin to add:

“Oh, and put in a work order for the window.”

“Of course, Boss!” Aubrey chirps, perking up immediately from the despair spiral.

“... you’re serious?” 

The Villain pauses their soldering, peering up at the flabbergasted face of the Hero, staring gobsmacked amidst the minefield of broken glass. Their eyebrow raises upwards again.

“Deadly.”

“Boss has a very comprehensive schedule, Hero, and don’t you forget it! Today is a rare free day, so Boss hasn’t had anything planned, see? Oh, wait—I should show you the redacted version, haha, can’t show any big plans to the enemy! One sec, let me pull that up…”

The Villain returns their attention to their project halfway through Aubrey’s explanation, certain that their most competent minion is no doubt flawlessly using that thorough schedule on their tablet-clipboard to defend their alibi. The Villain quickly loses themself back in their work, finding the presence of the Hero in their Lab irrelevant to the task at hand; it’s not like they’re currently working on anything that could be thwarted, after all, and they severely doubt that the Hero has any sort of engineering or mechanical knowledge that could allow for sabotage of their prosthetic. With zero threat, the Villain feels perfectly safe letting Aubrey rip the Hero a new one, letting the brightly-colored do-gooder poke around while they work. 

They’re in the middle of testing a circuit to check how quickly the upgraded lock-pick kit tucked into one of the fingertips springs into activation when they sense a presence hovering at their side. They continue working as they address said presence.

“Can I assist you in some way, Hero? Surely you’re convinced I had nothing to do with your paltry robberies as proof dictates I’ve been in my lab all day, after all.”

“Ah,” the Hero sounds surprisingly sheepish and out of the corner of their eye they can see the way the Hero rubs the back of a reddish-orange hair-covered neck. It’s a… cute gesture. 

Hm. That’s a new thought.

“Yeah, I uh. I’m sorry about your window… I can um. Pay you back for it, if you send me the invoice?”

“I am perfectly capable of paying for my own repairs, Hero.”

“No, I-I’m well aware, Villain, god, I’m just trying to be nice!”

The Villain hums, amused at the frustration and embarrassment coloring the Hero’s voice, their left hand pausing where it’s in the process of retrofitting the external protective plating of the prosthetic so they can reattach and test it with its new improvements.

“I am fairly unfamiliar with the concept, forgive me.”

“... I don’t know whether to be saddened by that statement or to just feel disgusted by it.”

A tiny smirk flits across the Villain’s lips at the disgruntled Hero, entertained by the clearly irritated responses they’re managing to elicit. Perhaps they should consider teasing their Hero more often if these are the types of reactions they get from such behavior.

“Perhaps you ought to examine that dichotomy more closely at a later date, Hero. If you’ll excuse me,” they push past their Hero, prosthetic in hand as they walk over to the medical side of the Lab. They hook themself up to the simple monitoring system—blood pressure, blood oxygen, EEG, EKG—before reattaching the prosthetic and resolutely ignoring the steadfast shadow the Hero is proving to be.

They run through their standard tests while monitoring their vital signs, recording everything in their encrypted files. They attempt some specialized movements next, noting down successes and failures—thankfully the successes vastly outweigh the failures—and by the end of the trials, the Villain determines the upgrades safe for continued use. A quick rotation of the prosthetic in the base elicits a jolt as the nano-electrical anchors re-establish a few musculoskeletal connections, their nervous system lighting up like early Christmas decorations. A soft hiss escapes from between their clenched teeth as they massage the muscles around the anchor base.

“I-I didn’t realize it was an actual prosthetic,” the Hero speaks quietly, tone serious.

“Hm? What sort of assumptions were you making, then?” the Villain replies, more out of general politeness than actual interest; they don’t want to hear platitudes, least of all from The Hero.

There have been far too many comments over the years about their disability and quite frankly they’re sick of it. Past Heroes they’ve gone up against as a fledgling Villain have said things to them like “oh, I’d have been easier on you if I’d known you were crippled” or “I didn’t realize you had it so bad, you must be suffering” and other variations along those two lines of thought. It’s exhausting to be reduced to a limitation when it’s obvious that it doesn’t actually define who the Villain is in any way shape or form. Bad enough that their family started to write them off as a loss when their arm had been destroyed after being caught in the crossfire of that one fight years ago; they don’t need their adversaries not taking them seriously just because of a few measly missing pounds of flesh and bone.

“I–Well, I thought you’d made like, an exoskeleton or something,” the tone sounds embarrassed, and the Villain risks a glance at their Hero and is surprised to see a rather fetching flush decorating those rounded, yet defined cheekbones, “or-or that maybe you were just really dedicated to an aesthetic or something.”

The Villain snorts, charmed by the Hero’s naive interpretation of such an obvious disability, “No, certainly nothing so fanciful. But I applaud you for an interesting take.”

The Hero smiles: a quiet, soft, bashful thing that makes the Villain’s chest feel like it’s full of effervescence, warm and overflowing.

“I’m actually really impressed you’re so strong even with such a–an injury? I, I don’t actually know why you don’t have a right arm—you could have been born without it, I suppose!” The Hero bites at a slightly chapped, plush lower lip, awkwardness settling over a once-vibrant and energetic form into stillness.

The Villain sighs, “Your first assumption was correct, yes. It was an injury. And no, I will not tell you about it.”

The Hero brightens, a broad grin stretching across a soft face, and the Villain immediately feels as though the universe has righted itself. It’s a feeling that definitely needs to be re-assessed at a later date because it’s not something they’ve ever experienced before.

“Well, then yeah! I’m definitely impressed you’re as strong as you are despite such an injury—in spite of it? Or maybe even because of it,” the Hero says, suddenly thoughtful, “I don’t know you well enough to figure either way, I guess.” 

The Hero scrubs a hand through bright hair, ruffling the already disheveled strands, “Y’know, and quite frankly I’d be worried if I did know you well enough! What kind of Hero gets to know their Villain like that?”

The Hero’s laughter feels like a hug while the use of a possessive before the Villain’s title makes them feel decidedly short of breath.

The Villain wants to keep the Hero, to possess their Hero entirely, and keep their Hero all for themself. 

Forever.

… bit not good, that.

“Hm. Wouldn’t mind being someone’s anything,” they muse quietly and mostly to themself, flexing their right fist and making note with a pleased smile that all the joints move smoothly against one another without any abrasion or noise. They almost miss the soft choking noise that comes from their Hero standing beside them. They tear their eyes from the prosthetic, glancing down at the shorter Hero, only to marvel at the obvious surprise, longing, and the deep, dark blush painting those softer, rounded cheekbones.

Unable to resist a little playful bullying, they reach out,—slowly enough that their Hero could move away if so desired—grasping their Hero’s chin gently in their prosthetic grip. The action elicits a soft gasp from between plush, red-bitten lips.

“Tell you what, my darling Hero,” they drawl, voice low and rich, eyes lidded and locked onto the wide ones belonging to the stunned, flustered prey in their gentle grasp, “I for one have surprisingly enjoyed your company outside of our, hm, working hours, so to speak.”

The Hero’s swallow is audible and the lazy smirk that pulls at the Villain’s lips feels so right. “If you have any interest in perhaps continuing this, ah… parley if you will—feel free to come back next week. I’m sure I can have Aubrey get my thoroughly redacted schedule to you somehow. I have plenty of resources at my disposal, after all, and well… evil never sleeps, now, does it..?”

Their voice has dropped into a rumbling purr by the end of their short monologue, the Hero’s breathing rapid and pulse like a frantic hummingbird’s wing-beats against the sensors in their prosthetic’s fingertips. Gently, they let go of the Hero’s chin, a soft brush against flushed skin seeming to act as a jolt to the Hero’s system, causing the blushing fool to throw every ounce of bodyweight backwards. The bumbling Hero stumbles wide-eyed against tables and lab equipment in the mad dash to get to the door without turning around, fleeing as fast as possible.

The Villain watches their Hero run from their oh-so-tender clutches, buoyed with the knowledge that without a doubt they’ve succeeded in accomplishing something they’d never considered possible before.

They’ve caught the attention of Their Hero: not with cunning, or power, or violence, even. But with conversation and a hint of flirting!

What a fascinating new development.

They can’t wait to see what comes of it.

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[delimeful]

not always what they seem (5)

warnings: misunderstandings, remus-typical mentions of gore and cannibalism, swearing, arguing, lmk if i missed any!

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Their captors were up to something.

Janus studied the far side of the room with narrowed eyes, ignoring the pulsing headache that had slowly been developing over the past few hours.

By all accounts, he should have woken one of the others up for a watch shift far before now. Instead, he’d seated himself behind them and watched the aliens unerringly.

A large part of his job required him to observe people. The way someone moved and gestured and reacted physically while conversing with others gave away more than most knew, and Janus was well-practiced in the art. He could read practically anyone like a book.

These creatures might have been from an entirely different library, so to speak, but he’d never let something like that stop him before.

Logan was the easiest, because he had the most to work with and his features were… not quite the most human, but certainly mammalian in nature.

Janus had met many a stray cat whilst lurking totally non-suspiciously in dark alleys, and he found himself appreciating the experience when he observed the way Logan’s ears flicked and flattened in response to certain conversations or actions.

Ever the instigator, Remus had provided his own contribution in the form of thoroughly disturbing the aliens. He’d likely made them think their specimens were damaged with his little shoulder stunt, and while Janus had been quick to point out the potential pitfalls of the behavior, he’d also taken careful note of the way Logan had reacted— their pupils had gone still and slitted, their ears nearly vanishing with how flat they’d gone, and their tail lashing behind them.

The whole mess had at least tapped a wellspring of useful information: Patton’s hands went still and their voice low, while Roman had begun to audibly buzz, rising up on their toes. Clear tells of concern and stress were worth his weight in gold in this sort of situation.

It was extremely tempting to let Remus do whatever he pleased just for the reactions, if it weren’t for the concerningly high odds that the behavior might get him slapped with a defective or diseased label. Janus didn’t have the same preoccupation with panic that Virgil did, but he was still very aware of the ways the situation could turn sour.

Janus wasn’t fond of feeling helpless, and in a situation like this, every glimpse of the aliens was accompanied by the looming knowledge that he was utterly outmatched on nearly every level. Resources, physical power, environment, presence— they held far too many of the cards.

Luckily, they didn’t know they’d picked up someone who was more than experienced at pulling cards from thin air.

He would scrape and gather every sliver of control he could get, and eventually it would be enough to get them out of here.

For now, however, it was vital that he bide his time and pay attention.

Thus, when piles of boxes began to accumulate across the lab and the aliens abandoned their prior workstations to begin setting something up behind a divider, he’d immediately started tracking their movements.

There was nothing overtly morose or angry in their movements, which was a relief in more ways than one. The way they were testing had shifted a few times, and the last thing Janus wanted was for them to decide humans were simply out of their expertise range and better off under a different lab’s scalpel.

Better the devil you know, after all.

Plus, Janus had already memorized a bunch of their tells, and would be incredibly annoyed to have to start fresh with a new gaggle of terrifying giant scientists.

Thankfully, there was no sign of that yet.

In fact, they seemed almost enthusiastic, chattering between themselves as they moved boxes from place to place, or opened one and pulled some strange apparatus out before moving out of sight again. Whatever they were making, it was exciting to them.

Of course, that could mean very bad news for the resident lab rats.

Janus was attempting not to let Virgil’s catastrophizing or Remus’s… imagination infect his plans, but he ended up watching for any sharp-edged implements anyhow.

It was only once they started cleaning up their mess, shuffling boxes and packing items away, that Janus finally reached over to wake up his companions.

“Rise and shine,” he said, opting for a wakeup call that was more obscure and hopefully, harder to translate.

None of the aliens seemed to be in easy hearing range, but better safe than sorry. He still wasn’t sure whether or not they were being recorded by default, after all.

Earlier, he’d tried using a variety of complex synonyms to teach Virgil what he’d learned of their language, only to receive an exhausted, dead-eyed stare.

“I write for a living, but even I can’t handle the ‘swallowed a thesaurus’ vibe you’re putting out right now,” he’d said, and Janus had reluctantly conceded.

Now, Virgil’s body reacted much quicker than his mind, which seemed to be a pattern with him. He jolted awake the second Janus tapped his shoulder, inhaling sharply before flailing away from them to land in a disoriented heap a couple feet away. He attempted to scramble even further back, head whipping from side to side like he expected to be jumped from every angle at any minute.

Janus held his hands up non aggressively, firmly planted in his spot, and watched as the fog of sleep slowly lifted from their youngest member’s eyes.

“A graceful riser, aren’t you?” he commented dryly.

“Shut up,” Virgil muttered, but the tension seeped out of his shoulders quickly enough that it was a little flattering. There was some trust there, after all. “What’s goin’ on? Did– Did nobody wake me for a shift?”

“It hasn’t been that long,” Janus lied smoothly, ignoring the little pinch of doubt in Virgil’s brow. “Our gracious hosts seem to have something planned.”

The distraction worked; Virgil immediately swiveled to glare across the room at where the giants were tidying up.

Still played out on the ground like a ragdoll, Remus cracked open an eye to stare up at Janus. He undeniably knew Janus was full of shit, but didn’t bother saying anything about it as he pushed himself from laying to standing in one move, yet another freakish display of flexibility.

“So,” he said, slinging one arm around Virgil’s shoulder and failing to sling the other around Janus, “what are we thinking? The alien version of a Hawaiian-style barbeque, or Saw-style torture chamber?”

Virgil elbowed him in the gut, but didn’t actually take the opportunity to wiggle out from under his arm. “Stop speaking forever.”

“Aw, but then how would I seduce the aliens? I know I’ve got a smokin’ hot bod, but sexiness is only skin-deep or whatever.” Remus perked up slightly. “Ooh, that’s an idea! What I actually need to show them is my gorgeous skeleton. That settles it, I’m voting Saw trap.”

With all the unfortunate timing of a bad sitcom, Patton approached, carrying one of those transparent cells they’d first awoken in. Virgil took a few steps back just seeing the thing, and Janus wondered what it was specifically about the item that upset him. Claustrophobia? Acrophobia? A simple hatred for the reminder of how very trapped they were?

Regardless, this was the sort of negotiation that he could handle.

“Hello,” Patton said, setting the cell down on the table near them. They said a few other things, too, none of which Janus caught, but the meaning was clear enough when they slid the lid to the cell off and held an expectant hand out.

“I don’t suppose you learned how to say ‘hell fucking no’ in alienspeak yet?” Virgil muttered, edging a little closer to Remus without even seeming to notice he was doing it.

“The next lesson, perhaps,” Janus shot back dryly, and then stepped forward but stopped short of actually climbing onto their hand.

“No cell,” he spoke carefully, pointing to the clear box and then shaking his head firmly.

He wanted to keep as much of their language secret as possible, yes, but there were some words that they definitely wanted the aliens to understand. First and foremost, the word ‘no’.

Patton hesitated, hands freezing in place in a way that Janus expected meant uncertainty, but Virgil clearly saw the stillness as a precursor to attack. Shaking himself free of Remus’s willowy form, he edged close to Janus with his eyes locked on Patton and a snarl that seemed mostly like a baring of teeth.

Janus was fairly sure that biting would have little to no effect on the alien’s craggy, tortoise-like skin, but it was the sentiment that counted, he supposed.

He didn’t react to his impromptu emo bodyguard, keeping his attention locked on Patton, and simply held his hands out, cupped and palm up.

After a moment, Patton reached a second hand over to mimic the posture, and Janus stepped close to it. “Virgil, if you’ll step forward and touch that first hand?”

“If I’ll what.” The glare was practically audible.

Janus sighed. “Work with me here? Unless you’d prefer the box. It would certainly mean less effort for me.”

A short beat of silence, and then Virgil reached forward and tentatively touched his fingertips to Patton’s hand. Janus nodded shortly and then beckoned at another one of Patton’s hands and held his hands out in demonstration again, hoping the intent would come through even with the difference in body language.

There was a pause as Patton looked over at where the other two giants were waiting, and then lowered a third hand into range.

“Remus,” Janus said, and glanced over his shoulder with barely hidden amusement. “Do I even need to ask?”

“You had me at hand stuff!” Remus responded brightly, skipping up to the upheld hand and hopping slightly to casually seat himself on it, like he was boosting himself up to sit on a counter or oversized stool.

Janus took a steadying breath as subtly as possible, and then climbed on himself. This was the first test of how much influence they had. It was better to know now rather than later, especially with an opportunity involving such low stakes.

“We’re really doing this, huh,” Virgil said, and scuffed his hands through his hair roughly with a groan before visibly steeling himself.

To Patton’s credit, he remained patiently still even as Virgil hauled himself into their hand at a snail's pace.

Once they were all settled, Patton lifted them up with all the due diligence they’d used with Janus previously, and glanced over at the cell.

“No,” they echoed the English thoughtfully, and then turned away from it, watching their reactions closely.

The way Virgil relaxed slightly, his expression evening out into something like relief, likely spoke for itself, but Janus nodded slowly in approval anyhow.

Hm. Perhaps their chances of getting out of this alive weren’t as dire as first assumed.

—

Patton turned around slowly, holding all three of their small, skittish guests with an astounded tint to his skin.

“Tell me the recorders were on,” he demanded, his free hands twitching visibly with the urge to fidget. “Tell me you guys saw that!”

His voice went a little too high-pitched, Logan’s ears flattening back slightly, but both he and Roman seemed just as delighted as him.

“We weren’t close enough to catch most of what they said, but the outcome speaks for itself, I think,” Logan said, watching Patton’s hands almost as intently as the Nilh was.

“I’m so jealous right now, you have no idea,” Roman announced. “How did you convince Purple to let you hold them?! They hissed at me!”

“I didn’t,” Patton replied, moving slowly and smoothly towards them. “Yellow did.”

The three of them looked at the tiny alien in question, who didn’t balk but grew the slightest bit tenser on Patton’s palm.

An experienced deceiver, Patton thought sadly, and couldn’t help but wonder just what their former specimens were actually feeling about the situation.

“There must be something that allowed Yellow to take a directive role in the group,” Logan mused, voice rumbling. “They have been leading the other two from the beginning, remember? They were picked up from entirely different locations, but from the beginning there has been a sense of cohesion between them all. It may be worth checking for hivemind organisms, parasitic or symbiotic.”

“I doubt it,” Roman replied. “I caught a hivemind bug in my youth, and the way they move just doesn’t have all the signs. They’re on the same branch, but they’re not interwoven pieces of bark, you know what I mean?”

“I suppose,” Logan said.

“Not really,” said Patton, who hadn’t grown up in a biome with populous tree life.

“Anyhow, if you two will scoot out of the way, I have a feeling that our test chambers will provide some solid evidence against the hivemind theory,” he added, still carefully monitoring his passengers for any sign of fear or unbalancing.

Once the path was clear, he moved forward and then paused at the entrance to the chambers.

They’d been designed with the specimen sect in mind: the entrance had grooves for the box to slide neatly into, at which point they could remotely open the door to the connecting hall and allow the specimens easy access to the space on their own time.

They weren’t dealing with specimens anymore, though, so this could be solved simply enough!

He set the three of them carefully on the stretch of table in front of the first chamber’s entrance, and manually slid the door open.

“Patton, is that… wise?” Roman asked tentatively.

“They seem to respond best to being given choices!” Patton replied. “... Maybe be ready to intervene if they head towards the edge of the table, though.”

—

“I am not doing another death maze. I’m drawing the line in the sand, man,” Virgil announced to the room at large, despite the fact that only half of the occupants could understand him. “The real line in the sand was like, one abduction ago, but I’m drawing a new, deeper line in the sand. Screw this.”

Remus rubbed his hands together in purposefully cartoonish glee. “Y’know, I could get used to this whole space lab rat thing if they keep throwing so much enrichment into my enclosure. I haven’t gotten to destroy the same thing twice in a row since they gave up on rebuilding the local billboard in my town.”

Virgil sighed. “…I don’t even wanna know, man.”

Janus, who had not had the privilege of entering the death maze so far and had no plans of changing that, turned on his heel and started walking the other way.

Only seven steps in, Patton’s hand drifted down to block him from heading any further in that direction.

“No,” the giant said, and gave a solid attempt at shaking their head. Another string of alien syllables, and a flat-handed gesture towards the open doorway.

The other two aliens hovered closeby. Janus considered for a long moment, mostly just to test a few more boundaries before acquiescing.

“Tell me you’re joking,” Virgil groaned, watching him turn around and walk back that way.

“I don’t want to set a precedent that it’s normal or tolerable to ignore a ‘no’.” Janus shrugged. “We can save that for when it’ll be more useful.”

“Useful like avoiding a literal electrified rat race, maybe?” Virgil snapped back, but when Janus showed no signs of stopping, he trudged after him. “Okay, sure, whatever. I’m not jumping in front of any spike traps for you. Your funeral.”

Virgil had already jumped in front of far scarier on Janus’ behalf, but he had enough sense not to say so aloud. Not yet, anyhow. It would make for invaluable teasing material later.

“Can’t spell funeral without fun!” Remus added in cheery anticipation, having waited by the doors expectantly.

He seemed to have understood the sort of boundary-testing Janus was going for quicker than most. It appeared he certainly was keener than his lackadaisical and outright deranged demeanor would imply.

Janus wasn’t typically the kind to take point, but he supposed he had led them into this mess. He was fairly sure at this point that there wasn’t anything intended to harm them inside anyhow. And if there was, well, he’d bluffed his way through worse odds before.

With the same false confidence that carried him everywhere, he led the way through the doors and down the narrow hall into the first room. To his surprise, the doors didn’t immediately slam shut behind them. The lights flickered on, revealing… a floor utterly swathed in fabrics?

“It looks like a laundromat threw up in here,” Virgil muttered, nudging at a pile of fabric warily.

Remus took a running start and cannonballed into one of the larger mounds, thrashing around in it for a moment before sitting up and scanning the room expectantly.

“No death traps here!” he announced to them after a solid ten seconds had passed. “Maybe it’s the alien version of a nice padded cell?”

“It would be a fairly poor cell,” Janus argued, motioning towards the clearly visible doorway on the other side of the room. “I imagine it’s a test of their own, though I can’t imagine what.”

Virgil paused. “Didn’t the big insect idiot take some of your clothes? Remus, don’t even start.”

Remus closed his mouth with a click, grinning.

“Yes, he seemed rather fascinated with it. Persistent, too,” Janus added, his tone distinctly non-complimentary.

The worn hoodie he’d been lent was surprisingly comfortable, but it didn’t change the fact that it didn’t exactly look professional. His appearance was something he preferred to manage himself, besides.

“I’d say maybe it’s a request for tiny clothes, but that’s stupid.” Virgil turned in a slow circle. “Plus there’s no actual sewing supplies.”

Janus glanced up, but the ceiling was opaque. However the aliens were monitoring them, it wasn’t through that.

“The far door is open. Let’s see if the next room can illuminate what precisely they want from us.”

—

“They didn’t pick any textiles!” Roman bemoaned as Patton tapped at his arm in a soothing pattern.

“I told you we shouldn’t have put it first,” Logan said with an ear flick.

“Give it more time,” Patton encouraged. “They’re probably going to go back and forth between rooms a fair few times. We’ll learn their preferences eventually!”

—

“I am never leaving this room. Ever.”

Virgil snorted, as though Janus was being facetious when he actually felt dangerously close to swearing an oath on the matter.

The next room was broken up into five smaller spaces, which turned out to be temperature-controlled.

Janus was currently in the warmest room, practically directly below the heating vent and he had no plans of exiting any time soon.

Remus, who had started sweating as soon as they got to the second warmest area, had already detoured to the coldest section and was currently exposing his pits— and by extension, his body odor— to the fans.

Janus wasn’t going in that section for love or money.

“Stop turning into a puddle,” Virgil demanded, kicking at one of Janus’s legs lightly. “You don’t even know how this thing is heated. We could be getting radiation poisoning right now.”

“Who needs warmth with a ray of sunshine like you in the group,” Janus asked, earning himself a glower. “You have no sympathy for the disabled. For shame.”

Virgil rolled his eyes. “Come on. I want to leave but I don’t want to get separated. That’s how they get you in every horror movie ever.”

Janus stretched out a little further, sighing as the heat sank into his bones. “Ahh, the horror.”

“Fine,” Virgil snapped, rising. “Don’t come crying when they start baking you like a pie.”

He stomped off with the energy of a twenty year old. Being an ancient five years older, Janus envied his spry nature.

He’d have to get up and keep moving after all. Just… in a moment or two…

—

They watched as two of the little aliens settled firmly on opposite ends of the climate choice area, with the third one storming off without settling in any particular one.

“…I rescind my hivemind theory.”

“Stars above,” Roman made a low buzzing groan. “This is going to make temperature control so unnecessarily difficult.”

“We’re certainly going to have to get creative,” Patton agreed, unable to conceal his amusement. “Two choices in and we’ve already got trouble on our hands, literally.”

He waved a few hands around to his teammates’ shared exasperation.

“A species with such variance in three samples alone… It’s going to be explosive when we share this footage.” Roman mused. “Nobody’s going to know what hit them.”

Looking down at their tiny guests, Patton couldn’t help but agree.

[skyland2703]

~✨Romance in the Chemistry Lab✨~

Prompts, simply because *I* have apparently had enough lab experience in my life as a chemistry student to make a cute-ish storyline!

The sodium hydroxide at character A's bench is almost depleted, and so, they're at character B's bench to ask for some for the fluoroscein test. This starts happening every time, and character A doesn't ask the lab staff to fill it, instead they keep on circling back to character B to ask for the sodium hydroxide— because they like talking to character B and this is now a good excuse.

Character A's lab partner, Character B, is the most annoying creature on the planet. Messes up every experiment, frequently sets the test tubes on fire, keeps breaking the glass apparatus, spills silicon oil in the locker every three days, etc; character A is fed up, but they know that character B is good of heart, only a little clumsy, so they put up with them, and help them through all the mishaps.

Alternatively, Character A's lab partner is an absolute asshole and makes their life a living hell. Will leave all the work for character A to do, will use their equipment without permission, and lose/break it, always busy chatting with friends and doesn't perform experiments and then blames character A for the failure. Character A decides it is enough, and one fine morning, ends up taking all their stuff to their friend, Character B's lab station, and performs all experiments with them.

Character A and Character B are lab partners, (or maybe, just have lab stations near each other's) but hit it off so well, that they are completely oblivious to the entire lab, and work together in tandem, no issues faced either way, helping each other with the weighing, the pouring, the drying, the tests, making reagents, and everything together. They even sing songs in unison while taking readings and doing titrations— much to the annoyance of the teachers.

Character A getting upset/messing up the experiment when Character B doesn’t show up in the lab

Lab at 7:30. Character A is super sleepy during instructions, and doesn't hear a word, Character B meanwhile writes down all the instructions, and once the actual practical starts, hands Character A all the instructions, and tells them, "alright, this is your headache now. I'll be sleeping in the corner if you need me"

Character A rushed to the lab early morning without any breakfast, and four hours later, they look almost dead. Character B realises this, and sneaks them out of the lab for a little snack. The teachers would not appreciate anyone fainting inside the lab.

Writing the practical report file late at night, on videocall, discussing the week's experiment, and cribbing about how much work they have to do.

Writing the practical report file IN the lab, sitting on the floor, in one of the corners, when they're tired of doing the experiment, because the lab is five hours long, and the professors will not allow stools or chairs. Because they don't. "You're not a physics student!"

Writing little love notes on paper and leaving them pressed under vials of sulphuric acid and sodium hydroxide and nitric acid.

Character A and Character B find themselves stuck in a long queue in line for filtration of a precipitate, and end up talking to each other, realising they have much more in common with each other than just despising the heat in chemistry practicals.

Character A only ever sees Character B in the Lab. Hair bunned up/tied back, always under the safety glasses and lab coats; one day, though, Character A gets late in leaving the lab, and finds themselves leaving along with Character B, who, outside the lab, not only looks completely different, but is an absolutely different personality.

Getting extra chemicals for each other “just cuz” so they don’t have to run back and forth.

Alternatively, dividing the lab work between them so as to get it done faster.

They start sending each other chemistry jokes/reels and things, and that blossoms into late night talks and eventually… falling for each other… and then one of their friends goes “OH so you guys got your chemistry because OF chemistry?!” And nobody laughs at that joke.

Lab practical exams— Characters A and B Hope they get the same practical, so they can cheat on it, by performing all experiments together. BONUS: if they divide the work once again, and A makes all the graphs and takes readings while B carries out the experiment—

I’ll probably come back with more later on, but for now, College Chemistry AUs? Prompts welcome~

[perhaps-in-anotherdream]

[CN] Victor’s Carbon Pen and Glass Bead Event (Day 6)

⌚ This post contains detailed spoilers for content yet to be released on the global server! ⌚

✦ thursday || friday || saturday || sunday || monday || tuesday || wednesday

【High School Affiliated to Loveland University Second Year (Section 1) Semester Schedule - Tuesday】

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[MATH]:

Beginning with the morning self-study session, Old Gao naturally walks into the classroom, naturally hands out an impromptu quiz, and naturally starts grading the papers.

“Where’s Empress Dowager Hu? Has Old Gao ‘usurped the throne’?”

Victor remains as immovable as a mountain. After coming up with a tentative answer to the questions in his heart, he immediately takes out the exercise books for the other subjects–– realizing that if he doesn’t start now, he won’t have any opportunity to write throughout the day.

“Our Vic seems to be working hard. He’s even expanding into other subjects in the morning math study session.”

Old Gao unfolds the exam papers with a bright smile, “Children, your homeroom teacher is on leave today, so you’re all mine.”

“And of course, the evening self-study session also belongs to me.”

—

[MATH]:

Observing Old Gao’s extraordinarily casual explanation of the complex question and his naturally upturned lips, Victor very cautiously and deliberately marks this question— 

There’s an 80% chance it will appear in the end-of-month exam.

—

[SPORTS]:

Strange Tales of Loveland High School Five (V):

Upon the completion of the weekly one-kilometer fitness test, the running track would give rise to peculiar species contorted in various poses.

Pale and gasping for air, they would be in desperate need of water. Yet, among them would be rare individuals with handsome and exquisite appearances who would continue to carry themselves with grace.

“Whew, still alive.”

The next second, Victor’s face turns slightly pale. He notices the PE teacher bringing out the sit-and-reach apparatus.

—

[PHYSICS]:

After enduring an exceptionally dreadful “knowledge oppression,” Victor decides to broadcast some relaxing content during today’s lunchtime radio session.

In harmony with the melodious Symphony No. 41 in C Major, he begins reading excerpts from the Homeric epics.

—

[CHEMISTRY]:

“A and B might have an innate tendency to react when brought together, although the time for their reaction differs. C and D will never yield any results no matter how long they’re together, and E needs to be catalyzed to have any connection with F. 

Many things in the world are like this, and in reality, human connections follow the same principle. You require a significant amount of destiny to have that serendipity with someone.”

Hearing the teacher say this, Victor’s mind is filled with a distant silhouette.

—

[CHINESE]:

“Sir Vic, do you really think the world will end in 2012?”

“What do you think the apocalypse would look like?”

Victor doesn’t say anything. He simply reaches into his desk and takes out a math book in a very natural manner.

Amidst a chorus of agonized groans, that man walks in once again.

If the apocalypse were to happen, it would probably be a day filled with eight consecutive math classes.

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[ENGLISH]:

A comforting listening test.

Brother Ying, in a rare feat, has managed to secure the computer lab,  so he assigns something practical for everyone to do.

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[BIOLOGY]:

The power that erupts from silence should not be underestimated. 

— After the teacher’s first burst of anger, the biology class has a 100% attendance rate.

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✧ next stop: Wednesday

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[offrozenmemoirs]

Observation is imperative not only in the world of science but in psychology, too. Variables, whether mental or physical, may lead to interesting experiments. While the human condition cannot be as readily manipulated as in the controlled laboratory setting, analysis is critical in identifying patterns in habits, thoughts, and catalysts for various responses. Such results and resultant theories not only pave academic landmarks but also open previously inconceivable opportunities.

Maisie Doscedar contemplates this fact while standing behind the yellow safety lines marking the boundaries of a compact laboratory. Today, she forgoes her uniform. Instead of the usual royal blue drapery, she adorns the understated typical black dress she always wears underneath said regalia. Bare is her left hand as she tucks her glove away into the purple sash around her waist—opposite the side where her tome and rapier hang. For the goggles that usually rest atop her head and for the rigors of travel, they are finally employed, shielding her eyes as a protective measure.

With her hands folded behind her back, she stands with a vigilant posture. As immobile as her body is, her gaze is vigorous, alternating between the sunlit flasks with their amber liquid shimmering like vibrant autumn leaves and their creator. In a smeared laboratory cloak that swallows her entire silhouette, the third-born of House Zarin—black-horned and the most prominent member showing her infernal roots with proud ruby skin—hastens between her gleaming sterile metallic workspace and the log and charcoal supplies. On the table before her are the familiar glassware of her craft: flasks, crucibles, and alembics waiting to be added to the latest apparatus.

The adolescent's prized "contraption" is mounted on the wall—a "conversation piece," Maisie imagines—that Nelia uses whenever inviting one of the numerous companions into the laboratory who wants to spend as much time with her.

As Maisie watches the student's impassioned flurry, she peels back the right lens from her eye, offering, ❛You can always ask me for help if you need it.❜ The experiment is almost ready, and the ambassador is prepared to calmly place her hand on Nelia's shoulder, ready to pull her back to avoid another accident.

Having to explain to another professor while the entire laboratory wing was smoke-ridden and coated with a corrosive ooze, eating away the metal displays or dissolving the walls, is a predicament Maisie would kindly like to avoid at all costs.

(Maisie --> Creed, GTE Years, or 23 years before the CoL campaign)

Unprompted Asks || Always Accepting! @allthatisleftinthedark

Creed grins as she pulls her goggles down, letting them hang from her neck. She always enjoyed getting to try new things, especially when it came to her work as an alchemist. Honestly, while she could see the benefit in arcane and occult magics, alchemical creations made everyone equal. It would be pretty hard for someone to cast a spell when they were too busy choking on smoke or trying to claw their eyes out when they got splashed with acid, or running around trying to put the fire that consumed them out. She catches herself for a moment...That was an awfully sadistic thought.

"Oh come on Mai, it's not gonna be that bad. I only burned my eyebrows off for a week that one time and then blew up a lab like...six months ago. Plus, I don't plan on testing this one in here. I was thinking we could take a trip near the Throat. Go to a nice remote spot, watch all the pretty fires burning, you know?"

She unfortunately has a reputation of creating some...interesting concoctions. That and the so called..."contraption" she hung on the wall. It was more or less a compact grenade launcher. Though she wanted to make it so that it could load multiple explosives at once, she had to settle for essentially making a flare gun. It could handle low-yield things, but for actual combat purposes, it was useless. Made pretty lights though.

"I've been trying to get the damn fire to be nice and sticky, but that kinda resulted in an unusable tar. Messy with the cleanup, took me like...three showers to wash all that gunk off of myself and don't even get me started on my labcoat."

Then even when it wasn't tar, the actual ignition process wouldn't start, or it would be hyperfocused on burning down into a specific area...Though she noted that would be useful for breaching walls or doors. Man, she would make one hell of an artillerist if she ever decided she lost her mind and wanted to work in the military.

"Though, I am getting pretty hungry. I've been in here for hours and I think we're about to catch the tail end of dinner. Wanna grab Aimon and some grub?"

Her stomach growls as she pulls her labcoat off and folds it up neatly. She had been looking at her progress in terms of fitness and her body was becoming a lot more toned, though now that meant her robes weren't so baggy anymore. Probably because she ate a lot more too.

[revlyncox]

Take Chances, Make Mistakes, Get Messy

Following the example of Miss Frizzle from the Magic School Bus, let's make the most of the Interim opportunity by embracing surprise, wonder, and discovery in the liturgical year that has just begun. This sermon was delivered to The Unitarian Society in East Brunswick on October 1, 2023, by the Rev. Lyn Cox.

September was a month of opening up, welcoming new experiences and new sensations and new friendships. We got a great start to the liturgical year here, and some exciting new ideas are brewing among us. I feel a spirit of hope and joy in the congregation, and I am glad to be partnering with you as we grow in that spirit. 

In my family, September is also when we started a new school year. We homeschool our eighth-grade twins. The subject I manage at home is science, and we are studying the physics of motion right now. We have a curriculum and an online community for the class and some video lectures from a teacher, and we also have lots of room to try things out on our own. Which is how we ended up climbing to the top of a ladder with a raw egg last week. Let me back up. 

One of the concepts in our lesson last week was inertia, the tendency of objects at rest to remain at rest, and of objects in motion to remain in motion in a straight line at a constant velocity, unless acted upon by an outside force. We also learned about gravity as a force, and how different objects with different masses tend to fall at the same rate unless there are factors like wind resistance at play. And so one of the lab assignments the teens had was to create a structure that would keep a raw egg from cracking when dropped from a height. The curriculum had very few rules other than that the egg must be a raw chicken egg and that we should submit photos or videos to the learning community by the following Sunday. 

I sent the teens on a scavenger hunt around the house to find suitable materials for an egg protection and descent unit. (In case you were worried, I got permission from the teens to mention them in this sermon.) There was cackling and running, and very soon the kitchen table was full of potential engineering assets. It was kind of a mess, but a temporary mess. I had this idea that we were going to have an orderly design process and they would sketch their ideas on paper and create a whole plan before moving ahead. That is not what happened, and what did happen was a better way to start the year. 

The two of them brainstormed together and came up with a concept, then divided the labor so that one student worked on the restraint system and the other student worked on creating air resistance. I supplied a box of round objects like ping-pong balls and bouncy balls so that we could have a few trials with crash test dummies. 

In the first trial, they surrounded the crash test subject with cotton balls, plastic wrap, duct tape, and a sandwich bag, placed that in a plastic container full of water, and taped packing material to the sides and bottom of the box. They taped one corner of a pillowcase to the top of the box as a kind of kite tail. Test subject one landed with a loud thump that suggested the box was heavier than they expected, and they did not achieve the air resistance they had hoped for. 

In the second trial, they replaced the water in the container surrounding the padded non-egg test subject with poly-fill from the craft closet, the kind of filling I would normally put inside stuffed animals. The pillowcase was attached on two edges to try to create more of a cape effect. This time, the thump was less loud, but still pretty thumpy, and the apparatus landed upside-down. 

The student working on wind resistance tried a few more ideas using a different container. The final design was a parachute attached to strings at each of the four corners, each string duct-taped to a corner of the box containing the egg. The student working on the restraint system added even more padding, especially to the top of the box. Then we were ready for the live trial with a real, raw chicken egg from the fridge. The parachute deployed, the box landed with an audible but cushioned thump, and the egg was extracted from the apparatus unharmed. Then I made celebratory omelets for lunch. 

We learned about trying different things and making improvements each time. We learned that wind resistance makes a difference on something that’s being pulled by gravity. And we caught some of the wonder and excitement that is possible in science and engineering. It was a good day. 

One of my science education role models is Ms. Frizzle from the book and TV series of the 1990’s, The Magic School Bus. The books were written by Joanna Cole and Bruce Degan, and the animated Ms. Valerie Frizzle was voiced by Lily Tomlin. There was also a reboot on Netflix from 2018-2020 with Valerie’s sister, Fiona Frizzle, voiced by Kate McKinnon, becoming the new teacher. If you don’t know about The Magic School Bus, ask your nearest children’s librarian. 

In every book or episode, the students in Ms. Frizzle’s class complete research projects about something like magnetism, the solar system, dinosaurs, or the human digestive system. When the students run into a question they can’t answer, Ms. Frizzle proposes a surprise field trip. “To the bus! Seatbelts, everyone!” The bus mysteriously becomes big or small, or travels through time or outer space, or withstands the conditions of a volcano or a waterfall so that the students are able to make observations and answer their scientific questions. Ms. Frizzle always says, “Take chances! Make mistakes! Get messy!” These three instructions are key for the ability of the class to learn new things and to have fun while learning. 

Take chances. Make mistakes. Get messy. You will hear me say these three things again, because they also speak to a congregation’s opportunities during the Interim Ministry period. 

In our engineering experiment, we took a chance with an egg. We actually had plenty of eggs in the fridge, so losing one was fairly low-stakes. But the thing that was harder to risk was failure. Sometimes people make mistakes (we’ll cover that in a minute), and sometimes things just don’t work out. Trying new things always risks the theoretical ideal of what could be so that we can live into the complexity of what actually happens. Starting off our school year with an experience with an iterative process really helped open us up to the awe and wonder of science. We could try different things because there would be lots of tries. 

We take chances. Not everything turns out the way we hope. Our inability to control the universe does not mean we are bad or lazy or incomplete. Living life to the fullest, learning and growing, requires a certain degree of risk. 

In spiritual community, especially during the golden opportunity of an Interim year, we take chances together. We experiment with new ways of understanding the world, with different spiritual practices, and ways of doing church. Right now, as I speak, we are experimenting with a hybrid ministry that makes it possible for us to work together and gives us a training ground for hearing a broader diversity of voices in the pulpit in the future. We can take the risk of letting go of things that do not serve the mission of the congregation. We may take chances with different ways of sharing leadership, or new traditions. We take the risk of speaking the truth with love. Take chances. 

Make mistakes. Ms. Frizzle reminds us that the scientific method involves making a hypothesis and testing it. If we guess right every time, science doesn’t advance as quickly. We have to be willing to be wrong sometimes, and to admit we were wrong so that we can get to the juicy, exciting part of the learning process. We are human beings and we are fallible. 

Perfectionism is a poison that gets in the way of relationships, innovation, and the health of our bodies and souls. Perfectionism is one of the traps that leads to defensiveness and gets in the way of our journey toward an anti-racist, beloved community. Our tendency as humans to make mistakes does not and should not cut us off from community or from the traditions of spiritual growth or from the disciplines of science and craftsmanship. Humans are welcome in community, broken and whole, flawed and fabulous. 

Getting better at anything, from engineering to teaching to cooking omelets to being human, means we have to start out not being very good at it. Fail spectacularly. Fail with gusto. Fail better, and keep learning. 

In teaching science to middle schoolers, there are times when precision is important and times when it isn’t. When we get to chemistry at the end of the semester, precision will be more important. I thought careful planning and lab reports were the correct way to start, but the curriculum designer knew that generating and harnessing excitement is the right way to start. We start getting into lab reports and data sheets in the second week, after the students have already gotten excited by the science. I was wrong and I had to take a minute to adjust to that realization. When I remembered that it’s OK to make mistakes, I was able to celebrate the learning process and get caught up in the excitement rather than dwell on my miscalculation. Make mistakes. 

Get messy! Science education can lead to all kinds of messes, from vinegar and baking soda reactions to rock collections discovered in odd places around the house to close observations of living things. I have to admit that I was a little overwhelmed when I saw all of the potential engineering materials spread out on the kitchen table. The mess was part of the process.

Mess can mean different things to different people. For some of us, mess is about a loss of the illusion of control. Most of us aren’t as in control as we think we are, and so perhaps mess can sometimes be a teacher. Letting go of the illusion of control can help us to open ourselves up to collaboration and learning. Getting messy can lift our senses to discovery. In the story, “A List” (from Frog and Toad Together by Arnold Lobel), Toad has a hard time letting go of control of his day when the list blows away. We can all hope for a friend or a partner like Frog, who will stick with us and help us to find our way back to inner peace at the end of the day. Maybe sometimes we can be that friend. 

For some of us, mess is stressful if we worry about what other people will think. If those other people have power over our employment or housing or health care, that is scary. If we are going to create communities and learning experiences following the wisdom of Ms. Frizzle, we also need to create safe places for people to be human, including secure housing and other human rights. Within our communities of love and care like congregations, part of our spiritual work is to be compassionate toward ourselves and each other for a little bit of the mess of trying new things. 

For some of us, mess feels threatening if we feel isolated and responsible for cleaning it up. When we can count on each other to keep each other safe and healthy, to restore things to the places where people who need them can get them, getting temporarily messy is more fun. And if you have ever reorganized a closet, you know that we have to get temporarily messy in order to get to the part where we have everything in the place where we want it. 

In the middle of the lively jumble of being in community, let’s pay more attention to what we are doing together than on looking neat and pristine or on creating the illusion of having everything together. In a spiritual community, we get messy by being vulnerable and by accepting the range of wisdom and experience and emotion that our companions bring into the circle. An inclusive community welcomes all people, but not all behaviors. Figuring out how to be together, setting boundaries to help the congregation to be a place of courage and growth, is not easy. This is the art of covenant. Communities where people are authentic are complicated and difficult and heartbreaking and annoying and surprisingly joyful. Get messy.   

Let us give thanks. Let us remember the risks and acknowledge the losses, yet let us focus on gratitude and abundance. Fail better, and increase tries. Let us celebrate the skills within us and among us, and let us commit to the love and artistry of living in community. As we bring in the first fruits of this new congregational year together, let us commit to a path of spiritual growth, lifelong learning, diverse and welcoming community, justice, and compassion. To stay on that path, let us take chances, make mistakes, and get messy. 

So be it. Blessed Be. Amen.

[edusupports]

Dynamic Track

Dynamic Track is designed for students to investigate or experimentally determine the relationships between force, mass, and acceleration . It provides an economical and convincing method to discover Newtons Second Law. Dynamic Track also can be used to carry investigations into momentum, elastic collisions, transfer of energy, straightforward periodic movement and etc. The results produced by this Dynamic Track is repeatable, collect and reliable on every occasion due to its distinctive style and prime quality. The smooth guide of the track ensures that the trolley runs straight with a minimum of friction.

Dynamic Track Investigating Newton’s Second Law by Dragging Paper Tape

Dynamic Track with Support Rod Investigating Force, Mass and Acceleration by Dragging Pape

Dynamic Track Investigating Force, Mass and Acceleration by Embedding Paper Tape

Upper Track and Lower Track Demonstrating Newton’s Second Law

[zynp-krdg]

I'd like to give a few examples.

🧪The man known as the father of chemistry (or alchemy, our teacher said both are used for him), Jabir ibn Hayyan. He wrote a book named Kitab al-Kimya, "kimya" means chemistry, and the word chemistry originated from that as well. He invented aqua regia, he had the first chemistry lab, discovered the methods of refining and crystallizing nitric acid, hydrogen chloride and sulfuric acid, and discovered diethyl ether, citric acid, acetic acid and tartaric acid. He developed the "retort" and literally introduced the concept of "base" to chemistry.

📐The father/ founder of algebra, Al-Khwarizmi. He wrote a book called Al-Jabr and the word "algebra" comes from "jabr". He presented the first systematic solution of linear and quadratic equations. One of his achievements in algebra was his demonstration of how to solve quadratic equations by completing the square, for which he provided geometric justifications. He introduced the methods of "reduction" and "balancing". The word "algorithm" literally comes from his name. He also produced the first table of tangents.

📐Biruni, who proposed that the radius be accepted as a unit in trigonometric functions and added secant, cosecant and cotangent functions to it. He made many contributions to astronomy that are too detailed for me to write here because this is long enough already, but for medicine, he managed to make a woman give birth by C section. He wrote Kitabu's Saydane which describes the benefits of around 3000 plants and how they are used.

🩺The father of early polymeric medicine, Ibn Sina. His books, The Law of Medicine and The Book of Healing were taught as the basic works in medical science in various European universities until the mid-17th century. He discovered that the eye was made up of six sections and that the retina was important for vision, performed cataract surgery. He performed kidney surgery, diagnosed diabetes by analyzing urine, identified tumors, and worked on diseases such as facial paralysis, ulcers, and jaundice. He used "anesthesia" in surgeries, invented instruments such as forceps and scalpels to remove catheters and tumors. He was the first physician in history to mention the existence of microbes, at a time when there was no microscope. He made contributions to so many fields: astronomy, physics, chemistry, psychology (he suggested treating patients with music).

🩺Al-Zahrawi wrote Kitab al-Tasrif, a thirty-volume encyclopedia of medical practices. The surgery chapter of this work became the standard textbook in Europe for the next five hundred years. He pioneered the use of catgut for internal stitches, and his surgical instruments are still used today to treat people. He did so much work in surgery that I can't write them all here. The first clinical description of an operative procedure for hydrocephalus was given by him, he clearly described the evacuation of superficial intracranial fluid in hydrocephalic children. He was also the first physician to identify the hereditary nature of haemophilia and describe an abdominal pregnancy, a subtype of ectopic pregnancy that in those days was a fatal affliction, and was first to discover the root cause of paralysis.

✈️Abbas ibn Firnas devised a means of manufacturing colorless glass, invented various planispheres, made corrective lenses, devised an apparatus consisting of a chain of objects that could be used to simulate the motions of the planets and stars, designed a water clock, and a prototype for a kind of metronome. He also attempted to FLY, and he did fly a respectable distance but forgot to add a tail to his wings and didn't stick the landing.

Women also became scholars in the Islamic society. An example would be Maryam al-Ijliyya, who was an astronomer and an astrolabe maker, who measured the altitude of celestial bodies with the astrolabes she made. Another example would be Fatima al-Fihri, who founded the oldest university in the world, the University of Qarawiyyin.

Baghdad was the dream place anyone in academia now would want to go, it was a peaceful place of inclusivity and research. So many scholars advanced so many fields of study. Ibn al-Haytham invented camera obscura (and pinhole camera), Ibn al-Nafis was the first to describe the pulmonary circulation of blood, father of robotics Ismail al-Jazari invented the elephant clock and his list of contributions to engineering are so long that I can't write them here...

These are just a few examples, of course. I hope this encourages people to do research on this topic more. I even added some emojis to make this more fun to read.💁🏻‍♀️

was talking to my mom about how white people ignore the contributions of poc to academia and I found myself saying the words "I bet those idiots think Louis Pasteur was the first to discover germ theory"

which admittedly sounded pretentious as fuck but I'm just so angry that so few people know about the academic advancements during the golden age of Islam.

Islamic doctors were washing their hands and equipment when Europeans were still shoving dirty ass hands into bullet wounds. ancient Indians were describing tiny organisms worsening illness that could travel from person to person before Greece and Rome even started theorizing that some illnesses could be transmitted

also, not related to germ theory, but during the golden age of Islam, they developed an early version of surgery on the cornea. as in the fucking eye. and they were successful

and what have white people contributed exactly?

please go research the golden age of Islamic academia. so many of us wouldn't be alive today if not for their discoveries

people ask sometimes how I can be proud to be Muslim. this is just one of many reasons

some sources to get you started:

but keep in mind, it wasn't just science and medicine! we contributed to literature and philosophy and mathematics and political theory and more!

maybe show us some damn respect

[educationvipsinstitutes]

Inside the Pharma Lab: How VIPS Trains Industry-Ready Professionals

The pharmaceutical industry plays a crucial role in global healthcare. With rapid advancements in drug development and healthcare innovation, the need for skilled and knowledgeable professionals is growing. At VIPS Institute, students are equipped with practical skills and academic knowledge to thrive in this high-demand sector. Offering a well-structured Diploma in Pharmacy (D.Pharm) program, VIPS is a leading choice for those pursuing a career in pharmaceutical sciences.

What Makes VIPS Institute a Leader in Pharmacy Education?

VIPS Institute in Gwalior is committed to producing industry-ready professionals through a perfect blend of theoretical learning and real-world training. As a recognized name in D Pharma Gwalior, the institute focuses on:

Modern Lab Infrastructure: Equipped with advanced instruments and equipment.

Experienced Faculty: Trainers with academic and industrial backgrounds.

Industry Collaboration: Tie-ups with pharmaceutical companies for training and internships.

Outcome-Based Education: Focused on developing competencies aligned with industry standards.

These strengths help VIPS stand out among institutions offering Pharmacy in Diploma programs.

Comprehensive Curriculum Designed for Real-World Application

The D.Pharm course at VIPS follows the guidelines set by the Pharmacy Council of India (PCI). The two-year program provides a strong foundation in pharmaceutical sciences, covering subjects such as:

Pharmacology

Pharmaceutical Chemistry

Pharmaceutics

Human Anatomy & Physiology

Hospital and Clinical Pharmacy

Biochemistry & Pathophysiology

In addition, students undergo practical training in a fully operational pharma lab to ensure hands-on experience. This emphasis on application ensures that graduates are prepared to meet the expectations of the pharmaceutical industry.

D Pharma Course Eligibility: Who Can Apply?

To enroll in the D Pharma course, candidates must fulfill the following eligibility criteria:

Must have completed 10+2 with Physics, Chemistry, and Biology/Mathematics

Minimum aggregate percentage as prescribed by the institute

Should have a strong interest in science and healthcare

VIPS Institute supports aspiring professionals through counseling and admission assistance to ensure the right candidates are guided properly.

Real-Time Learning Inside the Pharma Lab

VIPS Institute’s state-of-the-art laboratory provides students with access to:

Modern analytical instruments like UV spectrophotometers, dissolution apparatus, etc.

Drug formulation and testing tools

Simulated industrial environments

Project-based learning activities

By integrating these resources, students learn how to formulate, analyze, and test pharmaceutical products under professional supervision. This direct exposure bridges the gap between academic knowledge and industrial application.

Career Opportunities After a D.Pharm Course

A D.Pharm diploma opens several doors in the healthcare and pharmaceutical sectors. Graduates can pursue roles such as:

Community Pharmacist

Hospital Pharmacist

Quality Control Assistant

Sales & Marketing Executive

Medical Representative

Drug Store Owner/Manager

In addition, students can opt for higher studies such as B.Pharm or specialized certification programs for career advancement.

According to India Brand Equity Foundation (IBEF), India's pharmaceutical industry is expected to reach USD 130 billion by 2030, increasing job opportunities across research, manufacturing, and healthcare delivery.

Why Gwalior is an Emerging Hub for Pharmacy Education

Choosing the right location is important when pursuing education in healthcare and sciences. Gwalior offers:

Proximity to healthcare institutions and pharmaceutical companies

Affordable living costs

Academic environment with growing educational infrastructure

With institutions like VIPS offering quality programs in D Pharma Gwalior, students benefit from holistic learning experiences in a focused setting.

Faculty Mentorship and Industry Exposure

What truly distinguishes VIPS is the faculty’s commitment to mentoring students beyond textbooks. The institute organizes:

Industry visits

Guest lectures from pharmaceutical experts

Seminars and workshops

Research-based assignments

These initiatives help students understand current industry trends and technologies while building critical thinking and soft skills necessary for a competitive career.

Placement Assistance and Career Support

VIPS Institute offers placement assistance by connecting students with top recruiters in the pharma sector. Career services include:

Resume-building workshops

Interview preparation

Job fairs

Alumni networking events

Graduates have found placements in reputed hospitals, pharmaceutical companies, and retail chains across India.

Global Recognition and Scope

With a strong foundation in pharmaceutical science and practical skills, D.Pharm graduates from VIPS are eligible to pursue careers abroad after clearing the necessary licensure exams. The course also serves as a stepping stone for those wishing to move into specialized or advanced fields within healthcare.

Frequently Asked Questions (FAQs)

Q1. What is the duration of the D.Pharm course? The D.Pharm course is a two-year full-time program that includes both academic study and practical training in pharmacy.

Q2. What is the eligibility criteria for D.Pharm at VIPS Institute? Applicants must have passed 10+2 in the Science stream with Physics, Chemistry, and Biology/Mathematics. Additional eligibility details can be found on the institute’s official admission page.

Q3. What can I do after completing a D.Pharm diploma? After D.Pharm, students can work as pharmacists, pursue higher education like B.Pharm, or work in fields such as drug sales, quality control, or clinical support.

Conclusion: Build a Future in Pharma with VIPS Institute

A career in pharmaceuticals offers stability, respect, and a chance to contribute to global health. VIPS Institute’s holistic approach ensures students not only learn the theory but also understand the practicalities of working in this fast-paced industry.

Whether you're exploring pharmacy in a diploma, curious about the D Pharm course years, or want to know more about D Pharma course eligibility, VIPS Institute in Gwalior provides the ideal launchpad.

Begin your journey in pharmaceutical sciences today. Apply to VIPS Institute and transform your passion for healthcare into a meaningful career.

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[supertekeduuna]

Enhancing Science Education with Reliable Chemistry Lab Equipment Manufacturers in India

In today’s dynamic education system, hands-on science learning plays a crucial role in nurturing analytical thinking and practical understanding among students. For this reason, schools and colleges must rely on high-quality laboratory tools that support accurate experimentation and safe handling. Trusted chemistry lab equipment manufacturers in India are at the forefront of this transformation—offering a wide range of solutions tailored to meet modern educational needs.

Why Quality Lab Equipment Is Essential

In subjects like chemistry, students work directly with glassware, chemicals, and sensitive apparatus. Substandard or poorly manufactured lab tools can compromise accuracy and pose safety risks. Therefore, sourcing equipment from certified and experienced manufacturers ensures quality, compliance, and better learning outcomes.

A well-structured lab empowers students to experiment, observe, and discover scientific principles through hands-on practice. Whether it's titration kits or heating apparatus, precision and durability matter.

The Role of Educational Lab Equipment Manufacturers

Reputed Educational Lab Equipment Manufacturers understand the unique requirements of schools, colleges, and training institutes. They offer purpose-built lab instruments that support syllabus-based learning while also being easy to handle, especially for younger students.

From complete lab setups to individual apparatus such as test tubes, beakers, Bunsen burners, and safety gear, these manufacturers provide all-in-one solutions. Moreover, many of them offer customization based on lab size, curriculum needs, and institutional goals.

What Sets Top Manufacturers Apart

Before choosing a supplier, institutions should look for:

ISO-certified equipment and safety compliance

Wide product range covering physics, chemistry, and biology labs

Custom lab planning and setup services

On-time delivery and customer support

Proven track record in the education sector

One such trusted name in the industry is Supertek Instruments, a leading Indian manufacturer known for its excellence in designing and supplying scientific laboratory equipment.

Why Choose Supertek Instruments?

At Supertek Instruments, we specialize in delivering top-tier laboratory equipment for educational purposes. With a diverse portfolio of products, we serve schools, colleges, universities, and technical institutions across India and overseas.

Our offerings include:

Chemistry Lab Glassware & Instruments

Educational Physics & Biology Equipment

Customized Lab Furniture & Full Setup Solutions

Export-Quality Products with Global Standards

We focus on precision, affordability, and long-lasting performance—making us a preferred choice among educators and institutional buyers.

Conclusion

Science education thrives in an environment where theory meets practice. Partnering with professional chemistry lab equipment manufacturers like Supertek Instruments ensures your students receive the best tools to learn, explore, and innovate.

To know more or to request a catalog, visit https://supertekedu.com today. Build your dream lab with reliable solutions backed by experience, quality, and trust.

ity of science education.

Conclusion If you are an educator, school administrator, or institutional planner, now is the time to partner with leading chemistry lab equipment manufacturers in India. Choose the right partner and bring innovation, safety, and precision into your science classrooms—because the future of learning is hands-on.

[hopeandheal]

Essential Tips To Consider When Choosing A Cancer Care Hospital

Determining which cancer care hospital to visit is a choice that makes patients, and their families go through sleepless nights. Early diagnosis is very important for better treatment strategy and individualized therapy, for which finding the right care centre is necessary.

There is a huge number of cancer centres sprouting throughout big and small cities alike, making it all the more difficult to make the right choice. Before committing to a facility hub, make sure you are well aware of the following points discussed in this blog about your choice of center.

As the demand for cancer treatments rises, identifying the best treatment facilities has become complicated, especially selecting the best lung cancer hospital. Make an informed decision about the place you are looking forward to.

1. Specialised Experts for Cancer Care

Finding out the cancer care centres with specialised treatment facilities, with a team of experts and on-call oncologists are likely to provide the cutting-edge therapy that will help with a faster recovery. Not every care centre is equipped with medical apparatus to treat all cancer types. Centers with dedicated oncology departments that will make sure the patients receive the best tailored treatment with correct diagnosis.

2. Collaborative Approach For Optimal Care

A multidisciplinary approach ensures that you get the best cancer treatment. This means that you get a team of radiation oncologists, medical oncologists, pathologists, thoracic surgeons, and pulmonary specialists coming together for a well-structured plan. This makes sure that the chances of success are elevated with minimised errors.

3. State-of-the-Art Medical Technology

Advanced and improved medical technology is highly essential for contemporary cancer treatment. The tools used for surgical procedures, such as PET-CT scans, targeted radiation therapies, and robotic-assisted surgeries, demand a no-mistake approach. This requires top-of-the-line equipment that includes immunotherapy labs, linear accelerators, and non-invasive surgical suites.

4. Individualised Plans for Treatment

Every patient is different, and so are their treatment plans. An individual approach is crucial for dealing with cancer patients, as no two medical histories are the same. The type of cancer, genetic factors, stage of cancer, and the general health of the patients are all taken into account for a better approach with correct information. This information raises the chances of quicker recovery and minimal health risks.

5. Experienced Professional Team of Oncologists

The foundation of premium care lies in the formation of an expert team consisting of oncologists of different cancer types. The patient and their family should do a thorough background check of the doctors available at the hospital, including their qualifications, board certifications, training, and overall experience. The best doctors will show an active participation in cancer research nationally and internationally.

6. Clinical Trials for Better Treatment

Clinical trials are the benchmark of a progressive cancer care facility centre. The trials are opportunities given to the patients for the latest discovery and its implications, not known to the common mass yet. The innovative medications, experimental procedures, and advanced therapies can be impactful in curing cancer, especially complicated ones such as lung cancer, in the best lung cancer hospital.

7. Wellness Centers with Rehabilitation

Cancer does not only affect physical health. It takes a much heavier toll on the mental health of the patients and their family members. This is why wellness centres are crucial for the overall well-being of the individual. A system of support services that caters to the physical, mental, and social health of the patient deserves true accolade for its treatment procedure.

8. Result-Oriented Positive Feedback

The feedback that is left behind by the patients helps to measure the actual quality of the cancer institute that it self-proclaims. With varying outcomes, the success rates are determined by the number of survival rates. Another good sign of quality care is low complication rates. Along with these quantitative measures, qualities such as good service, attitude, and patient satisfaction are most valuable. The outcome of your cancer treatment depends on the right selection of the institute. Considering the points laid out in the blog will ensure you get the best of doctors and a team of professionals right for the job. As difficult it may sound to find the perfect institute, especially for lung cancer, the best lung cancer hospital will have all the amenities that the individual deserves.

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