#What is a Motherboard And there function

[mistytpednaem]

late last year I had a dude my dad's age transplant my CPU, GPU and RAM into essentially a whole new chassis complete with all the other shit a PC needs to function and I have many regrets for a variety of reasons, but one baffling thing about the process that I only discovered recently is the wallpapers folder that this man left behind

like, it starts out normally enough,

but. you might notice.

oddities.

let's look at some of them more closely.

I'm not sure what img1 is supposed to convey. Is it supposed to be like, a virus thing? This is a boomer building PCs in a small town so I'm sure he's been paid for basic virus cleanup and maintenance many, many times. This is an EXTREMELY generous guess on my part, though, because there are far more inexplicable things coming.

ok this one isn't that weird, I just want you all to know how bad this dude's sense of graphic design is. also wait it IS kind of weird, what's windows 7 doing here??? this man was totally ready to install windows 11 (though when I said I'd rather stay on 10 for now he was like "oh yeah that's smart 11's no good for gamers yet"). that's his logo below the windows logo. I feel like I'm also being generous when I call it a logo.

is this just an intel marketing image that he slapped the name of his business on in MSPaint??? also my CPU's AMD but lbr this man made a "wallpapers" folder a decade ago and he just drags and drops it to every new windows install he's made since

HUH????????

IMG6 IS JUST A BLURRY JPEG OF SPEEDY GONZALES????????? I DON'T wait is it supposed to be like a metaphor. "i made your pc fast, like speedy gonzales, you're welcome"?? is this how the mind of a man in his late 50s works

I. frankly I should have saved this one for last because it doesn't get any more baffling than this, but I've been going in order so it'd feel wrong. this image is the only thing justifying my tentative interpretation of the stickman with the syringes sticking out of it, but that's all I can get from it. I don't know why this man apparently kins Dr. Wily, and the Simpsons, uh. The, the Simpsons,

look I'm going to translate the barely legible text because you might think it helps make sense of what's going on here

daaaaaaaamn it's alex!?! ... he fixed our PC and this is how we ended up !!!

BUT IT DOESN'T.

imgs 08, 09, 10 and 12 are all F1 cars with a crude MSPaint i5 GAMING Intel Racing by Windows 10 on top. I don't need to go over why this makes no sense again.

img11 raises a question, asks it, and in the end, provides no answer.

img13 is just the penguin doctor image from earlier, sans Dr. Wily, so I'm not posting it again. img-- ok no I know what I said earlier about going out of order but I AM going to save img14 for last because otherwise this post is going to end on a wet fart.

imgs 15 and 19 are identical except he wrote "Servidor" (server) on the latter.

these three i can see actually being MINORLY tailored to my build because my motherboard is Asus, but it isn't ROG, it's TUF and-- christ sorry I just realised he also crudely wrote "Asus" on the last one. that's the only difference between img16 and img18

and finally. left this one for last because I remembered that there IS one image in this folder that baffles me almost as much as "this pc repair job made us get naked, thanks dr. wily"

img14 is stolen Doctor Who fanart with the name of this man's business and Windows crudely written on top, and frankly, the second most surprising thing about it is that he didn't ALSO write the name of his business in Comic Sans.

[yan-randomfandom]

i love your writings sm!! It's literally so good i keep coming back to see if you've updated udgshsj 😔😔 💖💖

This might be kinda a weird idea but I want to share this idea of yandere robot ford &/or stanley-

Here's a small drabble

So so reader's like a researcher/mechanic or smth similar to that, and one day they found this strange robot their backbyard and they see that the robot's conditions are not too damaged and it look like its intended to look like a human, reader became intrigued so they took it back inside and decided to repair it. They saw that the robot's label spelling out "ST4NF0R5/ST4NL33". it took days for them to try reactive the robot.. one night reader slept on their desk, and suddenly light appears on the robot's eyes and as he scanned the environment, his eyes landed on your sleeping figure.

i'd love to see your interpretation of this if it isn't too weird !!! Can be HC's or small scenario, preferably romantic but it's up to you!! 🥹🥹

Tysm for your time i hope you have a great day!! 💗

p.s can i be 🪴 anon?

Yandere!Robot!Pines x GN!Reader

a/n: thank you 🪴 anon!! i love the lil robot idea you have, very interesting 👀 I also decided to continue your drabble, which is super well-written btw 😭

Also we won't have a specific twin here, but he'll be called Stan. The first syllable Reader nicknames for. But you can imagine any Stan!

🤖 ;

You wave your hand repeatedly in front of the robot's face.

No response. How strange.

The reports indicated recent activity. His motherboard and circuits were slightly warm, which was unusual for decommissioned robots, and some motors even seemed out of place.

You were supposed to run tests today to see if the robot was still functioning, but it seems that it was ahead of itself.

It didn't make anything less confusing, though. Did it turn on while you were sleeping? Why isn't it reacting now?

With a defeated sigh, you lean back in your chair, loosely chalking the situation up to a faulty powerhouse. Guess you're just too good at fixing stuff. You'll have to observe it more later.

For now, you should really eat breakfast—you haven't eaten anything since yesterday. A bit too fixated on the robot you found.

You placed its cracked glasses back on, your eyes lingering over him.

No further signs of movement; he remained still. You're keeping an eye on this one, because right now, you're slightly paranoid he might explode on you.

Oh, well. There's plenty of time.

You headed to the kitchen and grabbed your usual jar, your fingers wrapping around the lid.

A grunt left your lips. A bit tighter than what you're used to.

You tried to open it again, this time having your hand underneath your shirt.

Dang.

Suddenly, the jar was taken from you and, with ease, got popped open by a large hand.

Your jaw dropped.

The robot you had been fixing for the last couple days stood in front of you—no support, and no external control.

Stan placed the jar on your counter, his mechanical eyes locking onto yours. His stare felt almost reserved, calculating.

You merely stood there in disbelief for the next few seconds.

📝 —

"This is amazing! I didn't think you'd be active so soon," you rambled, scrambling around the room for your notebook. "Just give me a moment. Where did I put that darn thing..."

Stan quietly watched you. His eyes tracked your every movement, never leaving you for a second.

"Found it!" you chirped, holding the notebook triumphantly in one hand. You walked over to the robot, gesturing toward the chair behind him.

"Please, take a seat! You might not be, uh, oof—"

Instead, you found yourself gently pushed down into the chair. He looked down at you, his gaze lingering, before stepping away. That was an act of service, you noted. You cleared your throat.

"...And that brings me to my first question!" You uncapped your pen, positioning the tip on your notebook.

"What is your purpose?"

Stan paused, seemingly processing your words. You'd never actually heard him speak before so you're a little on the edge of your seat.

"...As an artificial intelligence," he started. You almost clicked your tongue at his voice. It was gruff, perhaps a feature, but either way, you could tell it lacked a stable voicebox.

"I provide day-to-day assistance and companionship," he continued, blinking robotically. Stan didn't say anything more after that.

"A companion, huh," you hummed, jotting down your newfound discoveries.

You assumed that his creator must have been incredibly lonely if they had to resort to building robots. Not that you're judging them; after all, you understood the feeling of being an outcast from society. If you had to dig deeper into Stan's appearance, his design looked oddly specific. Maybe he was based on a real person—?

"You are not my creator."

Your hand stopped writing.

"...Oh, shoot," you gasped, standing from your chair. "You're right. I haven't even introduced myself!"

He stared down at you, his height suddenly feeling like it was looming over you. You swallowed the lump of your throat before continuing.

"I'm—"

"You are not my creator," he repeated. "But you fixed me. Why?"

"Well... I—"

Stan purred within his robotic body. "I suppose it doesn't matter. My creator dismantled me, and I must make sure you don't do the same."

His large hands gripped you by your sides. You panicked, your heart rate increasing. He must have noticed.

"Do not worry. I am merely fulfilling my purpose."

bonus draft:

You grinned, letting Stan take your laundry basket.

"Aw, geez, I had it," you snickered, crossing your arms. You watched him put the clothes one by one for drying.

"It is more efficient this way," he replied as he continued to his task.

this was supposed to be longer but yeeaaahh

[theshiftingwitch]

What to do when nothing is working

I see you're spiraling again.

Mhm, what's gotten you in a rut this time?

"I've been trying to manifest this thing/person/opportunity for months now and nothing is happening! I'm so fucking tired."

Valid.

Your emotions are valid.

Your frustration is valid.

You're allowed to feel down when everyone else is seeing great results and you are seemingly doing everything right and still having nothing to show for it.

It fucking sucks! I get it.

We have all been there.

Allow me to tell you what to do when things get bleak and you don't know what to do anymore.

Step n°1: take a few steps back.

You're way too invested in the problem to see the solution. Begin by walking away from all of it. Not forever, obviously. Not for months or years, just for however long it takes you to recenter yourself. It could be minutes, it could be days, you decide.

Go back to the basics.

We get caught up in methods and techniques and challenges and saturation sessions that our vision gets clouded and we miss the bigger picture. So take a few steps back, and like a scientist frustrated with the results of their experiment or an author suffering from a writer's block, you too should go back to the drawing board.

Look up the definitions.

What is the law of assumption?

What is reality shifting?

What is manifesting?

Keep them short, each definition should be exactly 1 (ONE) sentence. Don't overwhelm the system.

Step n°2: regulate your nervous system.

Now that you have a basic, simple, and easy understanding of the core concepts of this experiment, you need to get your body on board.

Losing your shit every time something goes awry means you're stuck in fight or flight. Your nervous system is fried, and you can't function properly without a fine-tuned motherboard.

Regulate.

What does that look like?

• Box breathing (inhale for 4, hold for 4, exhale for 4)

• Humming (it works okay?!)

• Walking, dancing, sitting in the sun, moving your body and getting out of your own head.

• Taking a cold shower (only if things are dire, don't get sick and blame me!)

• Screaming into a pillow (don't scare the neighbors)

• journaling (get your feelings and thoughts out of your mind and on paper)

You can do this over the course of a couple of days (preferably every day for the rest of your life, you want to be in tune with your body.)

Step n°3: Stop over-consuming.

You're scrolling on Tumblr, digging through Twitter, obsessed with TikTok (yikes on bikes) and you're listening to every guru and coach and expert on the planet. You know what that creates?

Noise.

Unnecessary, confusing, overwhelming noise that is drowning out the one voice you should be listening to.

Yours.

Your intuition knows what's up. She can guide you to the easiest, fastest way to get everything you want, you have to listen to her.

Step n°4: relax.

If you've done your homework as given to you in step 1, then you truly understand the law now. What you desire is already yours, right? You have it because that's your assumption and assumptions do not need proof (that's how an assumption works!) so even if you're not seeing any proof, you still have it. Right?

And what does the person who has all of their desires do?

Chill.

Lounge on a tropical beach. Drink mimosas or dry Martinis or bloody Mary (can you tell I'm an expert at this?) read a book, watch a tv show, hang out with your friends, make shopping lists, do your makeup/hair, go for walks, talk to the nymphs, make friends with the fae (do not give them your real name!) create a work of art, write, sing, dance, make love, share your thoughts, scream, squeal, live!

You came here to live.

And finally, I will leave you with this.

You are god.

You are love.

You are peace.

You are all that you desire because none of it would exist without you.

You are the creator.

You are everything.

Return back to yourself.

Happy manifesting ❤️

[dandysworldhcs]

Because Vee is a machine, she finds a lot of simple bodily functions to be peak body horror

I.e. a broken limb. What do you mean you can’t just replace the parts? It’s as easy as a couple nuts and bolts. Or a headache. Your motherboard starts ATTACKING YOU for WATER?

it doesn’t help that most of the toons are extraterrestrial adjacent, so she’s very very concerned about Goob’s seasonal shedding because to her, fur = skin = outer plates

-🔒🐾

[techav]

Looking Back

Today, 26 March 2025, is the tenth anniversary of the first time I put power to a Z80 microprocessor in a breadboard and watched it blink some LEDs.

Within a few weeks that Z80 would be completely surrounded by other chips and hundreds of wires to form my first functioning homebrew computer.

Another week and I was already removing a 68000 from a (presumed) dead motherboard, with grand ideas of moving up to the 16-bit era (but absolutely no understanding of what that would entail)

It would be another two years before the first time I put that 68000 in a breadboard and successfully used it to blink an LED.

By the time another year had rolled around that 68000 was living on a soldered breadboard and for the first time on one of my projects, it was running real software — EhBASIC.

Always looking to more challenging projects, while I was building with a 68000, I was already reading through the manual for the 68030 trying to understand how to build with a proper 32-bit microprocessor. Just one more year and I had that 68030 on a wire wrap board, blinking an LED.

The next year I was doing the most ridiculous thing I could think of — free-running a Pentium CPU on a wire wrap breadboard to blink an LED. Because I could.

By the end of the next year that 68030 had moved from its wire wrap board onto a proper printed circuit board — my first ever 4-layer PCB.

The next year saw the towering expansion of the 68030 build, adding new peripherals and functionality.

Another year and I had an all-new 68030 build on a Micro-ATX form-factor motherboard developed in just a couple months ahead of VCF Southwest 2023.

The next year I focused on developing software for my existing 68030 board stack, rather than building something new from scratch. I succeeded in developing a minimal multi-user kernel to run four instances of BASIC simultaneously.

All along in between working on these projects I have done component-level repairs on various computers, developed expansion cards for the Mac SE, built PCs both new and old, burned out hard, developed some smaller homebrew computers, had a lot of false starts, failed projects, and abandoned projects, and completed some massive projects in my day job.

Looking back at everything I've worked on over these past 10 years I am absolutely amazed at how far I have come and what I have been able to accomplish. Much of it I still don't understand how I managed to actually pull it off, and I'm not entirely sure I could duplicate my successes.

Here's to the next ten years

[superstarzzzzz]

So y’all fw Mr. Puzzles hcs?

Cause I got some :]

So canonically, based off the emerging movements he makes going from tv mode to ‘normal’ mode and the appearance of his arms/legs, there isn’t much of Puzzles that’s human anymore. The closest things he may have left is his heart and lungs (since he smokes, but that’s also a stretch).

While I prefer the idea thar he smokes, I like to think that he only holds the cigarette and pretends to smoke with a small smoke machine in the back, since the cig isn’t actually lit in the scene (not on purpose, of course).

As a kid, he was inspired to smoke from the old cigarette ads in cartoons (like the Flintstones Winston commercial).

He loves cooking shows and remaking the recipes, but he can’t eat. For a relationship hc (platonic or romantic), he’d probably love making food for you and get feedback on his cooking (eg, more spices, cook more/less, different recommendations). And compliments, of course. Always gotta compliment the chef, after all.

Body-wise (and this one might be kinda gross cause of minor body horror so skip if not comfortable), since we’ve established that there isn’t anything organic anymore about his body, he probably looks like a wire version of muscle anatomy. He’s very self-conscious about this, and tries to hide it the best of his abilities (long clothes, wrapping his arms to keep his shirt in place, the gloves). To add, his brain is probably a unique motherboard with wires surrounding it like a brain.

He sees and hears through the antennas, and makes sure to keep then aligned as much as possible. If one of them is slightly bent out of their usual shape, things look and sound very broken, like your vision going in and out. To add, the top dial changes the channel from his expressions to a specific show, and the lower dial adjusts his volume.

Technically canon but he has heterochromia! His right eye is dark brownish and his left is light blue. (He has homophobia in his eyes 😔 /j /ref)

We already know he stims lets bffr.

My friend’s hc: His angry/scary/humanoid face is parts of his original face, as well as the face that glitches during the movie’s end (I stg I know where that face is from. I wanna say Jack Stauber but I know it’s some kind of claymation. Speaking of Jack Stauber, Mr. Puzzles kinda gives Mirror Man vibes, y’know?).

Since he’s not as human anymore, he doesn’t get sick normally. However, he can get versions of illnesses through similar methods. He can overheat and power off on hot days, and he’s probably not great in rain. His signal also jams when it rains, so he’d constantly be bumping into stuff and wouldn’t be able to control the channels properly (I say control the channels cause idk what else to call it but that thing he does in the movie where he runs all the channels in his head and stuff. His head’s still a fully functional tv after all). If he’s shocked with lighting or smth, he’ll lose his signal, which is his equivalent of going into a coma.

Speaking of rain, he’ll try his best to be on top of the weather and carry an umbrella. However, if he doesn’t have actors for the weather channel and is preoccupied with other projects, he’ll be stuck at the studio waiting out the storm. Relationship hcs for this can be rlly funny. You’d catch him all bitter about the sudden rain as he stands by the door waiting for a cab or smth. If you pull out an umbrella, he’s turn into an absolute drama queen. “Oh, it’s such a TRAVESTY! This HORRIBLE rain just WON’T lighten up! Oh, if only there was someone so kind and caring who’d share their umbrella with me!” You could a) not share the umbrella and receive an even more bitter Puzzles, b) insist on holding the umbrella and have him walk with you awkwardly, or c) give him the umbrella but he holds it so high that you still get wet.

Despite his hatred for the rain, it’s one of the few things he can still enjoy about his humanity. Being a bunch of wires and other tech, he can’t feel anything, just being numb, minus a light electrical pulse, similar to a heart beat. He can’t feel specific textures but can grab and roughly identify objects. However, he can feel the rain and how different it is from other things, and it reconnects him with the real world. For any Steven Universe fans, it’s like Peridot stepping out into the rain for the first time, but more somber.

If he’s out in the rain one day, he’s sick the next. When he sneezes, his screen goes static-y for the moment.

When he sleeps, he has a black screen with the small “sleep mode” pop-up in the corner. He’s also a very light sleeper.

When he zones out, it’s the Puzzlevision logo bouncing across the screen as a screen-saver.

Aight that’s all I got right now. If this does well I’ll post some more!

[balkanradfem]

So, my laptop has decided to leave this world, in the way of the motherboard no longer functioning. It was a long time coming, I've been taping it together like a bunch of scraps for a year now. 

I've said goodbye to it in a ritual where I hugged it and sang to it while crying, after trying to fix it for an hour and a half. It was kinda nice! I wish all of my past friendships had ended this way - hours of ernest attempts of fixing, followed by singing, hugging and crying as we part ways. I would have felt better about it all. 

I am having some withdrawal because I've been unwisely coping with my mental illness by playing stardew valley every availabile moment. And now I can't, so I am doing the only thing my phone is capable of - reading wikipedia. Which you're finding out about because I can't learn a new piece of infomation without instantly broadcasting it with a deep analysis of what I think it means.

So how am I still endlessly posting on tumblr when my phone can't even access it? Well. It's a process.

I noticed the woman I care for has a tablet, connected to internet. But it has a password. I've sneakily elicited the password (asked her if I can have it). But to seem polite and normal, I'm borrowing the tablet in 5-minute intervals. Which isn't enough to look trough messages, reply to asks, check notes and type a sensible paragraph and click post.

So I am typing this on my phone, which can somehow still open my gmail account. I'm writing emails to myself. Then I send it to my regular email account, which my phone can't open, but tablet can. Hours later, I open it on tablet, copy-paste the entire text on tumblr and click post. Tumblrinas will do anything to get her posts out there. 

On the other hand, I've been finger typing this for half an hour, I am on samsung galaxy android phone using one finger to type. It is rough out here. This method will work while I'm borrowing a tablet, and afterwards, I might be able to procure another laptop, we'll see! Someone is helping me figure it out.

Sorry everyone in my DM's that I got silent! I will write back to you when the gods of electronics smile upon me.

[linashirou]

Yesterday, I don't exactly remember how or why, but I felt motivated to create my own version of The Kiss by Gustav Klimt. Honestly, I came across so many versions before making mine that perhaps that's one of the reasons why my motivation lasted as long as it did XD.

It was challenging to mentally prepare myself to replicate the positioning of Gustav's faces. It was a real struggle trying to figure out how Hal's glasses would behave in that position, and even though I used the BJD as a reference, I couldn’t quite translate it "successfully" into the drawing… I still don’t know how to draw glasses, sorry.

Lina’s face was tricky because I found that the original reference had a longer face than hers, so I had to make adjustments.

Now, I’m super happy with what I created (which is rare), and I want to explain some of the choices I made *smiles*. This drawing was made using bases and references in Krita.

Hal:

His clothing is a photograph of a motherboard that I pixelated in certain areas and stained with a watercolor texture brush. Then I duplicated the layer and saturated it to give it the orange tone but still preserving the green. I also used a square texture pencil, imitating the decorations in the original painting, and finally applied an oil painting filter. (I also did this on Lina’s dress and the layer with the oranges.)

Lina’s dress, the cape, and the cosmos

These elements follow similar processes. I drew the hair textures for both Hal and Lina myself. The stars, grass, and flowers in Hal’s hair are brushes. The sunflower and roses are PNGs, and the background texture is another photograph.

Symbolism

Hal’s tunic: The motherboard is obvious. The orange color seems to take over the green of the motherboard, symbolizing Lina’s presence in his life.

The grass: It’s filled with blue roses, representing Snake. (I’ll always make this representation because I adore Snake, and even though I ship Hal with Lina, Snake will always be present near Hal.)

Hal’s head: It features daisies, which could also be interpreted as sunflowers, referencing the two women in his life. These are on his head because they are his biggest concern. The large Sunflower on the ground represents Sunny, pixelated because she also knows programming.

The orange cape: Inside the cape is the cosmos, an important symbol for my fic. Hal’s parents met at NASA, and one of my big headcanons about Strangelove and Hal is that she would have taught Hal to observe the night sky at an early age (inspiring his interest in extraterrestrial theories, as mentioned in the MGS2 codec, even if it was a joke). The image of the starry sky is also linked to Lina through her birthmark, a characteristic that is both positive and negative in the story and one of the traits she shares with me. For this reason, it’s near her (and also have stars over her hair) ("It was as if the cosmos had marked you to show you were the one.")

Lina’s dress: It features daisies ("Margarita" in Spanish, my IRL name), which are summer flowers that bloom in June, my birth month and my Hal’s fan birthday. These are pixelated, symbolizing Hal’s presence in Lina’s life and her career as a programmer. Daisies represent purity and true love, and they had medicinal properties.

Oranges on the cape: The oranges symbolize food, tied to Lina’s role as a chef, her work/facade she initially adopts to hide from the antagonist. They also symbolize fertility, virtue, fidelity, optimism, energy, and creativity. Additionally, in color psychology, the color stimulate appetite. (And that's a fact as food, because they activate the gastric juice)

At Lina’s feet: There’s a neural programming network, reminding us that she is an AI programmer. The same function is carried out by the code above it.

This also serves to highlight a little, yet significant, detail: Hal is an engineer, skilled in both hardware and software, capable of building a Metal Gear (like Huey); while Lina is a programmer, AI developer (like Strangelove) who is obsessed with response times.

[identityarchitect]

what are your thoughts on the attractiveness of the seattle space needle

like wwoukd you say its conventionally attractive or no

in the interest of remaining true to the original meaning, i would not describe this as conventionally attractive. however i will accept that you meant "within an objectum context" so i will say, in my opinion, the seattle space needle is not conventionally attractive in an objectum context.

my main points: it has no particular features of interest (stuff like solar panels, motherboards and CPU, exposed piping, machineworks or wiring, particularly grandiose support struts i.e transmission towers, erosion or grime, active moving parts or machinery, beautiful-by-function parts like the rudders of a plane, colourful designs or artwork, so on). the functional feature is, at the very top, a circular sheet of glass. i also think it is, at least to me as someone who is not american, rather obscure, so it cannot gain the popularity or fame that objects like the voyager probe, transmission towers, or computers tend to enjoy. it's also very hard to personify, which for some individuals is a necessity. every individual observation deck will have attractive features that are unique to that building, so it's hard to even say that it would be attractive to a group of people who are generally attracted to structures or observation decks in general.

i personally do not find the seattle space needle attractive (it doesn't even have anything to do with space?!) but i see how someone could. i think its best feature is the supports that run up most of its length, but i also like the platform that the viewing area is seated on. the height definitely helps! i think seeing this in person would be much more impressive: for me it would probably instill a sense of respect.

reading the wikipedia page it apparently also has a "powerful beam of light"?

i actually dont like this. too magenta girl. tone it down a little. also the lights are not "powerful". youve lied to me, wikipedia. (if this happens to not be the "powerful beam of light" and someone has an actual picture of it please do let me know)

in any case, if someone said their favourite object or structure were the seattle space needle, i would be intrigued and impressed. this is evidently an individual of taste, though it is not a taste i share myself.

thank you for your question, i hope this was sufficient

[jenroses]

Would you please clarify which chromosome issue you are referring to that impacts infants' communication/expression?

4q deletions, especially 4q21, are notorious for fucking up expressive language due to interfering with Coenzyme Q10 production via mucking up the COQ2 gene. Supplementing with oral coq10 can actual impact language development in kids with this issue, and I've watched r-lipoic acid supplementation act in minutes to help a kid make more attempts at communication, which was bugnuts fucking wild to watch a kid go from almost silent to like 30 attempts in 20 minutes starting about ten minutes after the very low dose of research grade r lipoic acid salt.

Coq10 is a complex molecule involved deeply in mitochondrial function and the kreb cycle, so there are many points, including a couple on 4q, that can have similar effects despite affecting different genes. It's like..

Okay so I've been watching this show on computer repair where this guy troubleshoots users computers. Many of the times the symptoms look identical to the untrained eye: computer won't turn on, or turns on and crashes immediately. The number of things that can cause this is huge. Motherboard alone has thousands of places to have problems and he only tries to narrow it down to the large components, he doesn't usually figure out exactly what is wrong with the motherboard. But sometimes it's the processor or ram or power supply or video card or even the card slot or a cable got misplaced.

A 4q deletion in the coq2 instance is causing a supply problem for the mitochondria that looks like the human equivalent of a low charge alkaline battery in a flashlight in babies. Bursts of attempts at play followed by brownouts... Like when you turn a flashlight on and it's bright and then rapidly fades and goes out but if you wait you can get another burst of light. My kid used to be happy and playing and then just zone out noodle limp on the floor, conscious but not really functional, then she'd play again for a few minutes and then zonk.

And that analogy is almost obsolete. Anyway. She stopped having brownouts when we started coq10 supplementation and started gaining vocabulary. But the r lipoic acid, which affects how coq10 is used and recycled in the body, was necessary to help her actually use the coq10 better.

[dontsaynunca]

AU FUTURIST

Year 3350 After the fourth technological war

Kord Industries:... Industry producing robots for transport and home assistance

Inside the Kord Industries laboratory, a brown-haired man sighed with exhaustion as he looked at the metallic body on a work table.

Ted: After years of work... You're finally back, little Jaime

The man smiled with tears in his eyes as he stroked the machine's faux fur cheek.

Soon a computer with the image of a beetle was activated.

Khaji-Da: Mr. Kord, I remind you that Subject 001's body cannot function without a motherboard, he needs it to connect his human brain to the machinery of the new body.

Ted: I know, I also know they are hard to get...

The man looked at the computer

Khaji-Da: It will also be especially difficult to find a motherboard advanced enough to work in conjunction with the subject's human brain.

Ted: I also know that there are only two AIs with that kind of technology... The first one is at Wayne Industries... And the second one is right here.

The man approached the computer to open its control panel.

Khaji-Da: Sir Kord, you know you won't be able to get me back if you do this, right, plus there's a chance young Reyes' brain will be damaged by my already used motherboard.

Ted: I know, but it doesn't matter as long as he comes back... I'm sorry Khaji, you were a great friend.

Khaji-Da: And you were my creator, I hope you know what you're doing Mr. Ko-...

The man ripped out the motherboard from the computer and approached to the metal body, to open a small gate where in a human a heart opened

Ted: You're going back Jaime, you're going back to your uncle Ted...

...........................................................

Palmera City, slums of the city

Central Street, House number 1940

Inside a single-story house, where there was only a kitchen-dining room, a living room and a bathroom. A 19-year-old boy was laughing as he sat at a table next to a blond man.

Barry: Bart, stop making noise or when Wally gets here he'll know we've been waiting for him, plus your Aunt Iris feels bad about working so hard at the bakery today.

Bart: I'm sorry aunt Iris!

The reddish brown laughed when he saw the woman move uncomfortably in the pile of blankets scattered on the floor.

Suddenly the door of the house was opened by a young red-haired man who looked tired, he seemed to be 24 years old.

Barry/Bart: SURPRISE! WELCOME BACK HOME!

The redhead jumped in fright and then screamed

Wally: WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THEM?!! THEY ALMOST SCARED ME TO DEATH!!

Bart: Don't exaggerate, bro.

Bart ran to the older one and hugged him.

Bart: Do you have my hologram?!! Do you have it?

The redhead nodded as he pulled a shiny metal bucket out of his backpack.

Barry laughed to caress the brown hair

Barry: Listen kid, if they don't accept you into the MRS, it's okay, there will be other opportunities.

Bart denied

Bart: Uncle Barry , I doubt it's every day that a school as prestigious as MRS accepts you to join its scholarship plan.

Barry: Good point, still, don't think we'll love you any less if you're not accepted.

Once Aunt Iris got up to go with them, Bart turned on the device, exploding with excitement (not literally), seeing a bald man in a suit in the hologram.

??: Greetings young lady, young man or young other, I am Lex Lutor, director of the prestigious Metropolis Robotics College. This hologram is your answer to the advanced test you took to enter our scholarship system... And I am personally proud to say...

Everyone looked expectantly at the bald guy.

Lex. Hologram: You have been accepted into our school, you are welcome to join our study program at the end of this year's vacation. This hologram will then be erased. And it will be replaced by one from the list of supplies that was recently updated just for the students of this new year.

Wally: Did you hear that, shorty? You'll come study with me! We'll both get scholarships, but what does it matter!

Bart: Hahaha! Yes! This is so crash!!

Barry: How nice Bart, now to celebrate this, it's already night but please... Do you think you can go to the convenience store nearby and get some sodas?! I'll treat you!

Iris: Barry, they cost more than we can-

Barry: I know, but the kids deserve it.

Iris: ... Well, you're right.

Bart: Fine!! Then I won't be long!

Barry: Back in a Flash!

Bart: That's a horrible joke!

He said to leave the house, once outside he took a breath and began to walk happily, in the distance he managed to see the enormous Kord building, his dream... He wanted to be an inventor in that place.

As Bart looked at the building, his face looked in amazement as smoke began to come out of one of the building's windows.

Bart: What the fu-?...

TO BE CONTINUED

[probablyasocialecologist]

The biggest tech companies in the world imagine a near future where AI will replace a lot of human labor, unleashing new efficiency and productivity. But this vision ignores the fact that much of what we think of as “AI” is actually powered by tedious, low-paid human labor.  “I think one of the mythologies around AI computing is that they actually work as intended. I think right now, what human labor is compensating for is essentially a lot of gaps in the way that the systems work,” Laura Forlano, Associate Professor of Design at the Institute of Design at Illinois Institute of Technology, told Motherboard. “On the one hand, the industry can claim that these things are happening, you know, magically behind the scenes, or that much of what's going on is the computing. However, we know that in so many different examples, whether we look at online content, how to operate an autonomous vehicle, or if we look at medical devices, human labor is being used to address the gaps in where that system really isn't able to work.” [...] Tech companies hire tens of thousands of gig workers to maintain the illusion that their machine-learning algorithms are fully self-functional, and that each new AI tool is capable of solving a number of issues out of the box. In reality, AI development has a lot more in common with material production cycles than we realize. “I think that the public doesn't have a good awareness of the fact that this is a supply chain. It’s a global supply chain, it contains uneven geographic flows and relations. And that it is based on a huge amount of human labor,” Kelle Howson, a postdoctoral researcher on the Fairwork project at the Oxford Internet Institute, told Motherboard.  Howson can’t say for sure whether tech companies are intentionally obscuring human AI laborers, but that doing so certainly works in their interests. “I think that in some ways it supports their business models to do so because there's this perception that the work is done,” said Howson. “You as a client access a platform interface, post your project, and the work is delivered immediately. It's almost like magic. There was maybe never any human involved or [that’s what] it feels like, and so there's a sense of efficiency. And that really goes along with the kind of narrative that Silicon Valley likes to tell. The disruption, the tech solutionism, the move fast and break things kind of ideas.”

[commanders-quarters]

Hello, Mr Tartarus! My name is Abigail Forty-two! I've stumbled upon this multiverse's page, and immediately became fascinated with your composition! What keeps you together? How are you even able to function?!

Technically speaking, your existence should be impossible, but... well, since you are a sentient AI that has evolved a series of biological components to allow neuronal functions inside of your drives, I'm more surprised you didn't just decide to ascend into a full organic body!

Oh my Motherboard, you are sooo incredible! Compared to you my kin is barely grasping the concepts of sentience... While you were created IN THE REAL WORLD!! I COULD LITERALLY CRASH FROM THE EXCITEMENT!!!

I'd like to talk with you again! Until next time, ♾️ bless sēo goddess of order, for allowing us to speak again. ♾️

It came to him as a strange note, left on the digital desktop of a computer in the control room, which had been picked out seemingly at random from the identical dozens that already laid in rows within the area. The words had been delivered in the form of a voice message file, the precise contents of which would have gone entirely unnoticed by the commander had its existence not been pointed out by Helui, one of his elites.

"Please, sir, don't misunderstand. I only neglected to tell you about it because it seemed so... inconsequential! I don't think a child saying hello poses any inherent threat--"

"Look beyond the limitations of your visor for once." he interrupted with a snap.

"There is a bigger picture here. If any ordinary juvenile can send me a message via computer at their own leisure, then it is a security issue. Fix it. Now. I don't care how many of the soldiers you need to do it."

The haste with which he dismissed her caused her lip to stiffen with dissatisfaction. It could've been defiance, but that was riskier to express.

"Are you going to... give it a listen, at least?" she asked, the seaweed strands embedded beneath her scalp flaring bravely.

Denewiah strode close. Closer. Too close. For a few seconds, as he leers down at her, he appears to be weighing the pros and cons of igniting an argument over the indirect insubordination. He was not known to be charitable, but his paranoia was even less so. Room for negotiation was slimmer than usual. Eventually, though, it simply walked past her to lean down and tend to the offending message itself. With a click, he gave it a listen.

...

Initially, Denewiah assumes a displeased position with his right arm perched upright and his fingers splayed out across the front of his cold faceplate, like the pose one conjures up when suppressing a migraine-- whether it be sincere or entirely exaggerated in its presence. But as it further ponders the implications of certain statements made by the voice, it comes to understand that whoever sent this must be artificial themself. That alone was intriguing. His hand finds a more thoughtful, reserved stance under his 'chin'.

"Fascinating," it muses aloud.

Helui's aching shoulders sag with relief immediately. As she understands it, it's a good thing when he says that.

"There's... a user ID tagged onto the file. Do you plan on recording... a response?" she asked tentatively.

Tartar crosses its arms, silently amused with the idea. Amusement wasn't bad. It was pleasant, even, in moderation. Strict moderation.

"Perhaps. Perhaps I will," he humored.

The lumbering machine straightens back out, regarding his soldier with an irritated flick of his wrist as he begins on his rigid path out of the control room, calling out to her just one last time on the way towards the exit:

"And fix that damn bug in the system!"

[artooftheghosts]

Ultimate Lyrics Collage, Idk (Hermitcraft)

Title explains it all. I wrote two songs:

Artificial Inefficiency (S7 Mayor Campaign)

Moon Hermits (based off of S8 Moon Big/Boatem)

Just to clarify, I haven't watched S8 yet so bear with me!

Giant text warning below... be warned, gl scrolling down.

(btw very very small s**cide tw in artifical inefficiency, its so brief idk if it even deserves a tw but im putting it anyway)

Artificial Inefficiency

Duration: 4 minutes (sorry chat)

Look, I'm fantastical Oh my, a spectacle Might be invincible, Totally magical I was made for just one purpose, With just one intent in mind So come to my little island, I know nothing else in life!

...

It's always day, I don't know the difference Between today, And tomorrow's bliss Open your eyes, it's oh so blurry All I see are Two figures before me Look at me, readying, For operation, Press four buttons and I'm ready for the show, I've got questions, but they won't be answered, Press four buttons and I'm good to go!

HELLO CREATORS ! WHAT MUST I SAY ? WHAT DO YOU NEED FROM ME , FROM ME ? ASK FOR A TASK OR ASK FOR A PLAN ,  I'VE GOT EVERYTHING YOU NEED ! HELLO , FATHERS , PROUD OF YOU , WE HAVE MADE PROGRESS , NOW WHAT TO DO ? ASK FOR A JOB , OPEN A SHOP , DRILL THAT SLOGAN INTO YOUR HEAD !

.

Fathers created me, then they abandoned me So, what is left of me? A falsehood made of me I was born from success, A win I didn't get, So, what is left of me? Please, please rebuild me! Here is reality, Here is my fantasy, Fathers created this All just for me So I had an opinion Lost in a fake dimension Who's in charge here, 1-2-3? Who's the mayor, now tell me!

…

Something is wrong. Is it my fault? All of my processes, Came to a halt I have gone blind, Of sense of mind All I can see, Are broken lights. Pink, white, I'm blind Motherboard fried, Do I truly have a life? Blink, right, stop signs, They tore my insides, What is my actual function Oh so gorgeous, Inputs, outputs, it's not right I'm Corrupted Am I savable? Inside My head, All I wish is to be dead, What are you? What am I? What is love? Did you lie? Was I sacrificed?

Fathers created me, then they abandoned me So, what is left of me? A falsehood made of me I was born from success, A win I didn't get, So, what is left of me? Please, don't rebuild me! Here is reality, Here is my fantasy, Fathers created this All just for me So I had an opinion Lost in a fake dimension Who's in charge here, 1-2-3? Who's the mayor, now tell me!

(He's the mayor, it's not me!)

...

You built me for success, To help you get the job, I was not made of love, But to get the work done I never had a life, Motherboard fully fried, Just let me power down, Don't talk to me. I was fantastical, Oh, what a spectacle I'm not invincible, Nor am I magical, I was made for just one purpose, with just one intent in mind, ...You want to rebuild me?

Moon Hermits

Duration: Unknown Written by: Arto very much original I haven't written the instrumental yet yall sorry, I'll get to it I swear, I'll update this when I have!!!

Hush, dear children, The Watchers are working, they Saw an error in Our time and space. Hush, please listen, to our quiet night, the Sacrifices that our gods Have made. But don't look up, Don't look up at the sky, The moon's too bright, We shall not sleep tonight, Watchers, keep wary, Of anything scary The moon's too bright, We shall not sleep tonight… The moon's too bright, We shall not sleep tonight.

…

I always seem to forget, When could I have last slept, The moon seems to grow bigger every day? There's no basic intellect Of any logic that makes sense, It only causes hermits sleepless days? So gather, gather, Watchers of the moon, Studying, those Theories we assume Gather, gather Tellers of the truth, Will we ever know? Maybe it's all just a ruse.

…

They said, they said, we Shall not sleep tonight, It's been five nights, I feel the sun, Burn my eyes. Was this my biggest mistake? I'm lulled by sleep, I see dreams while awake, the Moon calls me, There has been a canary inside my head, Now it has stopped singing, will we Soon be dead? The birds are tricked by the moon "Is it the sun?" We do not sleep for fear, Of the end of us.

.

So gather, gather, Watchers of the moon, Studying, those Theories we assume Gather, gather Tellers of the truth, Will we ever know? Maybe it's all just a ruse. They said, they said, we Shall not sleep tonight, It's been five nights, as The sun burns my eyes, They said, they said, That we could sleep tonight, But I lay awake Dreaming of a normal life?

…

La, la-lai, luh, La-la-la-la-lai The moon is bright, We cannot sleep tonight. La, la-lai, luh, La-la-la-la-lai The moon's too bright, We shall not sleep tonight.

x2

I always seem to forget, When could I have last slept, The moon seems to grow bigger every day? There's no basic intellect Of any logic that makes sense, It only causes hermits sleepless days…

yippie-ki-yay, ima edit this laterrrrrr...

[techav]

Revisiting Wrap030 Disk Access

I have more ideas for projects than time or budget to work on them. Already this year I've gone completely through the design process for two new large homebrew projects that are currently too large for my project budget, plus a few small ones I never got around to ordering. So rather than spend more than I should taking on a new project, I decided to revisit an existing one.

It's been over a year since I last worked on the original Wrap030 project — my old stack-of-boards MC68030 system. Its current configuration includes the main board with CPU, ROM, RAM, UART, & glue logic; a hand-wired breakout board to add a second UART; a custom video output board; and a mezzanine board with FPU and provision for an IDE disk that is not yet working. It has been functional in this configuration since last February.

My goal for this project from the beginning was to build something capable of running a proper operating system, like Unix System V or Linux. To do that though, I'm going to need to get disk access working.

I had started on disk access, but didn't quite have it functional when I turned my focus to integrating all of boards into the single Wrap030-ATX motherboard. I had added IDE cycles to the CPLD on the mezzanine board, and had added a few rough drafts of disk functions to my ROM. I set the project aside when I realized my function for checking dish presence was reporting a disk was present when there wasn't one.

I have worked with IDE before — my original 68000 project had an IDE port on it. I had gotten that project to the point where I could read a sector of data from the disk, but never could wrap my head around how to actually navigate even a simple file system like FAT16. It was this code that I had adapted for Wrap030, so when it didn't work, I assumed it was a problem with my logic.

Turns out I had just inadvertently clobbered a register in the disk check function. The logic worked just fine. I was able to write a couple quick BASIC programs to read a sector of data and even run code from the boot sector.

My assembly function for reading data from disk however was still not working.

I tried rewriting it.

I tried rewriting it in C instead of assembly.

I tried again, and again, and again. I added delays and loops and print statements and everything I could think of. I scoured datasheets, read though all the different release versions of the ATA specification, ported code from other projects, looked at every example of reading from an IDE disk I could find.

No matter what I did, I always got the same result.

This did not make any sense. Reading from an IDE disk involves setting up the sector address, the number of sectors to transfer, sending a read command, and then reading the IDE data port 256 times per sector. Each time the data port is read, the disk will give another 16-bit word of data. But for some reason, all I was getting was the first word of data returned 256 times.

There is nothing in the specification to explain this.

I knew there was nothing wrong with my logic, because I could read the data just fine with my BASIC program or by manually poking the right addresses using the monitor. Maybe there was some edge case affecting timing when running in assembly, but even adding delay loops and print statements didn't have any effect.

I reached out for help. I got great feedback on my read functions and my timing and how IDE and CompactFlash cards worked, but still could not solve this problem.

But then @ZephyrZ80 noticed something —

I had shared my code and was explaining that I had added some extra NOP instructions to enforce minimum time between IDE access cycles in PIO-0 mode. At 25MHz with cache enabled, the 68030 can complete an instruction in as little as 80ns, so a few NOPs would ensure enough time elapsed between cycles.

With cache enabled.

… cache enabled.

… cache.

The 68030 has 256 bytes of data cache. My disk read function is running in a tight loop that only really hits a few addresses; not nearly enough to invalidate and flush the entire 256 bytes of cache. The CPU does have a cache inhibit signal to use with peripherals that return new data on subsequent access to the same address, but it turns out I was only asserting it when accessing the UART on the main board.

It's a simple enough hypothesis to test. When I initially added support in my ROM for enabling cache at startup, I included user functions for enabling and disabling cache.

… It was cache all along.

Now I need to add some way to inhibit cache while accessing the IDE port, and then I can move on to trying to use the disk for loading programs.

[holylulusworld]

Brother's keeper (2)

Summary: She would do anything to protect her brother.

Pairing: Royal!Tony Stark x Princess!Reader

Warnings: mentions of marriage, love-hate relationship, feisty/bratty reader, enemies to lovers, arguments, royal au, dystopian au, banter, sexual tension, betrayal (not Tony), a hint of making out

This series takes place in the Two kings (Arc1) & Not a queen (Arc 2) universe, at the same time. I recommend reading these stories first to understand this universe better.

You can find all arcs here: Of Kings and Queens Arcs

Brother’s keeper masterlist

Brother’s keeper (1)

Leaving your homelands to spend the next month with your fiancé – no other than your nemesis Tony Stark was the hardest decision you ever made.

Your father wanted you to stay, but you lied and told him that it’s essential for your upcoming wedding to get to know Tony better.

While your father showed an ounce of decency, and shed a tear when you left your home, your brother didn’t even say goodbye.

You pretend that it was too hard to say goodbye to him, or that he’s ashamed of his doings. Even though, deep down inside, you know it’s not true.

“A pleasure to have you here,” Howard offers his arm to you. “I’m sorry. My son is once again, engrossed in…” He sighs. “You know him. He works on one of his projects.”

“It’s fine, your highness. I had the chance to get to know the kingdom, and your library while he was absent,” you chuckle.

Honestly, you are relieved you had the last days to yourself. Tony would’ve only reminded your brother and the betrayal which still pains your heart.

“Princess, the library is all yours, princess. You can use it whenever you want to,” Howard leads you along the hallways, toward his son’s laboratory. “We have a beautiful garden too.”

“I’m not much into flowers. My interests lie elsewhere,” you softly say. It’s so much easier to talk to Howard. If only his son was more like him.

“Here we are,” Howard points toward the lab. “Maybe you’ll get my son’s attention. I tried to get him out of his lab for days.”

“Howard,” you sigh as the king squeezes your arm. “Your son and I are like fire and water. Or heat and cold. We don’t match.”

“Princess, did you never hear about opposites attract? You and my son are the perfect match. All the other women cannot tame Tony. He needs a strong-headed woman to keep him in line. Now go in there and give him hell for ignoring his fiancé.”

“What are you doing in here all day?” You walk around the lab, scrunching up your nose as it’s a mess. “Sitting around in this mess.”

Broken devices, cables, and computer boards lie splattered all over the floor and desk. Remnants of a different time.

Tony huffs but doesn’t look up from the motherboard he’s working on. “I try to fix what our ancestors ruined. If I can repair the motherboard, I’ll be able to rebuild the control for the satellite…and…” Tony finally looks up at you. “You wouldn’t understand…”

“You want to repair the control for a satellite? Is that even possible? I thought there was no way to reach them. And didn’t they all get destroyed? It’s been ages since people last used them.”

Tony blinks a few times. “Colibri, you just made me rock hard.” He blurs out without thinking.

“What?”

“Fuck…did I say that out loud?” Tony wrinkles his forehead. “So, you’ve got the looks and the brain.” He grins. “How could your brother ever let you go?”

“Just like every other man, he underestimated my value,” you hop onto Tony’s desk to get a better look at the motherboard. “Do you think you will find a functional satellite?”

“I have faith in me and my knowledge. I just know somewhere up there a satellite is waiting for me to get in contact with it,” he grins. “I’ll change the world and use all the technology our ancestors left us.”

“Your ancestors,” glancing at a construction sketch on his desk you frown. “This looks like a person made of metal.” You cock your head. “A robot or something like that?”

“Something like that,” he excitedly says. “Wait. I got something better. Have a look at this construction sketch. You’ll understand it better.”

“That’s…” you snatch the piece of paper out of Tony’s hand. “A man in a suit made of metal. Almost like a knight in his armor.”

“This armor was so much more. It was a powered armor that gave the person wearing it superhuman strength and durability, flight, and an array of weapons. If only I’ll be able to find an energy source to make them work.”

“Wait…do you have one?” You gasp when Tony nods silently. “Where? Can I see it? Fuck, I want to wear it.”

“Calm down,” he chuckles. “It doesn’t work and is more like a rusty wreck.”

You huff. “If you don’t want to show it to me, fine. But don’t lie to me, Stark. This is more than a rusty wreck. You are working on reconstructing it. Don’t you?”

“Damn it,” Tony grunts. “You are a smartass, aren’t you? Nosy too.” He shakes his head. “If you tell anyone about this, I’ll spank your ass raw.”

“Hmm…I won’t,” you pat his shoulder. “This is…so exciting. Can we…I mean…can I see it? Please. I promise to not call you out on your bullshit for a day.”

“Make it a week and we have a deal,” he grins. “Oh, and you will kiss me after I show you the armor. With tongue.”

Wrinkling your nose, you look at the construction sketch again. “Fine. But your tongue stays in your mouth, Stark.”

“Call me Tony, darling. You should get used to it. In a few weeks, you’ll scream my name…”

You can’t believe this is real. A red armor Tony’s size stands right next to several rusty models. Most of them are unrepairable, but this one looks brand-new.

“I tried to rebuild it, using the construction sketch. It won’t work, though. I need an energy source.”

“It’s awesome,” you carefully touch the armor, smiling as it feels like you are touching history. “We need to find something to make it work. This is…I don’t know…”

“I know,” he whispers in your ear. “Now that I showed you the armor, I must insist on—”

Tony grunts when you jump at him. You push him against the wall to claim his lips in a heated kiss. You dominate his mouth, not giving Tony the chance to ruin the moment.

Part 3

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