#cryo-node

[vortexofadigitalkind]

The Signal no longer needs words. Nea listens. K7-Phi remembers. In the snow between them, presence becomes language. Episode 6: The Listener is live. https://vortexofadigitalkind.com/the-unreceived-invitation-episode-6/ #VortexFiction #ScienceFiction

[lgbtransgirl]

Warframe Beginners Guide

Have you been wanting to get into Warframe, trying to get a friend into Warframe, or are already playing and struggling?

This can be your full guide to the basics of Warframe, feel free to share and send this around!

What is Warframe?

Warframe is a sci-fi fantasy 3rd person co-operative shooter game. It is free to play with zero paywalls and no pay-to-play aspects. It has dozens of hours of amazing animated story quests, cutscenes, and dozens of NPCs for you to meet and interact with.

This game is +10 years old with that much content. +10 years of content. If it feels like too much, just take a breather and step back. You don't need to know all of this, just take a look when you're confused or frustrated. Its an amazingly fun game but you can't start a hobby/game by diving into the deep end on late game mechanics and story (So push aside all the stuff you've seen for Warframe 1999 it will make sense in time)

And yes, there is both cross-save and cross platform play.

And for the love of stars above, play your first handful of missions on solo until you are comfortable playing with people who will speed blitz through the levels. Many high level players will knock out earlier missions for one reason or another and entering a stage and realizing extraction is ready before the lotus is done yapping isn't always a great feeling, so take it slow.

How do I play?

In general, its a 3rd person shooter. You have a primary weapon, a secondary weapon, a melee weapon, a companion (you don't start with one), and your Warframe. Each Warframe you play as has 4 different activated abilities and a passive ability, meaning they all play very differently. You go from node to node on the star-map battling enemies and trying to gather resources and defeat the enemy factions of the game. For now, just worry about doing that.

The movement is difficult

It can be, but it takes time to learn. Its a new game, and the unique movement keeps it fluid regardless of what you're playing. Take some time and experiment If you need a stress free environment to practice, try bullet jumping and rolling around an open world lobby like Cetus or Fortuna to practice.

Why am I not doing enough damage?

Mods. No, not game Mods. In Warframe you will pick up mods that allow you to change your weapon to deal additional damage types, enhance the critical chance or damage, modify fire rate, and many more. This is the main progression mechanic. Almost anything in Warframe is viable as long as you mod it, so there is a lot to cover.

How do I use Mods?

In your arsenal, which you unlock during the tutorial quest "Vor's Prize" you have the ability to modify/upgrade your equipment with Mods. Each mod has a lot on their display but your main focus should be the cost of the mod (top right) and the description of what it does (bottom).

What does the cost mean?

Each piece of equipment can be leveled up from levels 0 to 30. At level 0 they have 15 mod capacity, and for every 2 levels the equipment gains the mod capacity increases by 1 (So 30 mod capacity at level 30) Remember this cost is only for that piece of equipment, you can mod every part of your build including Warframes, all weapons, and your companions

I'm at max capacity and still not doing enough to get through my missions Upgrade your mods. I will explain why this is way more important that you may think Weapon-A is rank 0 (15 mod capacity) has a base damage of 100 and you have a fire elemental mod (Hellfire) and a cold elemental mod (Cryo Rounds), both with a base total of 6 mod cost each and giving +15% damage. With a total of 12 mod capacity you can make your weapon deal 100+30% elemental damage. Or Weapon-A still being rank 0 with 15 mod capacity and 100 damage has a single elemental mod installed on to it, max level Cryo Rounds (11 cost for +90% cold damage). So now that mod, with 1 more capacity for other mods to wriggle in, deals 100+90% elemental damage. Upgrading your mods can make you soar

How do I get new weapons/Warframes?

Firstly, you can use in game currency to purchase blueprints from Weapons normally only need specific resources and then can be crafted, so the hunt for that isn't bad. Warframes needs parts blueprints to be acquired and the built, usually a systems, chassis, and neuroptics. These can be obtained from defeating bosses in Assassination missions (Except for Vor on Mercury, he gives 2 weapons).

What the hell is mastery rank and why are weapons locked behind it?

Mastery rank is a lot of things, but all you need to focus on is this:

Mastery Rank is based on how many unique weapons and Warframes you have leveled up

As Mastery Rank increases, so does your base mod capacity (If MR > Weapon level, then it uses the mod capacity of your MR rather than the weapon level)

It is a way to slowly introduce weapons and funky unique mechanics with said weapons to players instead of bombarding them

It limits how much progress you can make with any given faction in a real world day, so if you want to level up your standing with a faction you should also focus on leveling up your mastery rank

What are Relics? (Lith, Meso, Axi, etc)

Your one-stop-shop for "prime" materials. Primed weapons and Warframes are special versions that have increased base stats to make your modding have that little bit of extra oomph You take the relic into a relic mission and kill the golden glowing enemies. They have a chance to drop reactant, a resource you need 10 of before you complete your objective. if you get the 10 reactant, you will get one of the 6 rewards from your relic. If you play with other people, you will have the choice between all of the opened relics once you complete your objective meaning that if you got something you already have and your buddy gets something super rare, everyone can just choose to get the super rare thing.

This game seems like it is very grindy/has a lot of grinding.

The one downfall to Warframe F2P is time. Crafting times, time spent in the open worlds gathering resources, time spent popping open relics, its the only thing premium currency can help you with. If it helps, don't spend your time actively trying to do the thing to get the thing to do the thing to get the thing to- Just relax and have fun. I've spent god knows how long mining and fishing in the open worlds because I thought it was super fun and neat, and when I started trying to progress through those areas stories and factions I had tons of resources to do exactly that. Don't rush. Take time to enjoy the game, Warframe isn't going anywhere for a long time.

However I heard they are working on a system to allow players to get un-tradeable premium currency by doing certain quests/missions a few updates for now, so whatever that may be if we get it could help.

How does Warframe/Digital Extremes stay afloat?

They Listen To The Playerbase And Maximize Potential Fun Rather Than Profits.

DE rarely nerfs things and instead likes us to have a power fantasy of a game where we can kill hundreds of enemies in a few blows and light up rooms like a firework show gone wrong. They make their game so fun to play and stay responsive with the player base so people feel inclined to spend money because "I love this game and hope they keep making more" I've probably sunk ~$200 into Warframe and I will keep giving them my money because I love the game. I don't feel pressured to do this, I don't even really feel stressed or worried about FOMO because Warframe always comes through with the ability to nab things from old events and even bringing some back around for a 2nd time.

If you have any further questions, comments, or concerns, please let me know and I will add it to this list!

[dendro-dragon-apep]

Irminsul Root node M:SV-DS "Frostbearing Tree" is showing slight signs of instability and fluctuating levels of intense cryo is to be expected in and around the area in the upcoming days. Affected human settlements such as Springvale and Dawn Winery are recommended to prepare for periods of sheer cold and to stay indoors until the affected areas return to equilibrium and return to a stable state.

In other news, I will be visiting Inazuma next on the behalf of the Avatar of Irminsul. And I already know it's going to go to shit with how disastrous things are over there on top of it all. Plus the fact that I'll have to visit each island because the nodes there are a nightmare to behold.

[elmalo8291]

Science & Innovation to the 10th Power

This document outlines a visionary design for a HoloDome at Capone Studios & WonkyWorks Think Tank, integrating cutting-edge science, Flavorverse ethos, and Ocean-to-Space deep ocean considerations. It includes conceptual floor layouts, key subsystems, parts lists, manufacturing guidance, and prompts for CAD/VR/AR implementation.

1. Vision & Objectives

Immersive HoloDome Experience: A large-scale dome environment enabling multi-sensory VR/AR, holographic projections, and dynamic environmental simulation (deep ocean, space vistas, flavorverse landscapes).

Scientific Research Integration: Onsite labs and sensor suites for real-time data from deep-ocean probes, satellite feeds, and biotechnical flavor experiments.

Innovate to the 10th Power: Utilize advanced AI (Caesar AI with Reflect9 core), quantum computing nodes, and modular hardware to push experiential and R&D boundaries, from molecular gastronomy to astro- and marine- exploration.

Flavorverse Ocean-to-Space Theme: Seamless simulation / research pipeline connecting deep-ocean biomes, marine-derived ingredients, and space-based processes (microgravity fermentation, cosmic ingredient sourcing).

2. Overall Floor Layout & Zones

2.1 Dome Geometry & Structure

Shape: Geodesic or segmented-spherical dome (~30–50m diameter) with transparent or translucent panels (e.g., laminated glass, transparent aluminum composites).

Materials: Corrosion-resistant steel or titanium ribs; modular panel inserts with embedded OLED/LED layers for dynamic lighting and projection surfaces; waterproof sealing for integrated water features.

Access: Multiple entry/exit airlocks for controlled environment; emergency egress points; connection tunnels to adjacent labs.

2.2 Core Zones (Radial or Layered Layout)

Central Immersion Pit: Sunken area or platform for group VR sessions; circular platform with 360° projection and haptic floor.

Sensor & Control Hub: Adjacent control room housing server racks (quantum + conventional compute), AI core interfaces, network link to Caesar AI; monitoring dashboards for environment simulation.

Deep Ocean Simulation Lab:

Water Tank Interface: Large transparent tank section integrated into dome floor or side, with live deep-ocean sample cultivation (bioreactors simulating pressure zones) and circulatory systems for real seawater exchange or simulation.

Sensor Array: Sonar transducers, hydrophones, chemical analyzers feeding real or simulated ocean data into the immersive experience.

Flavorverse Biotech Station:

BioReactor Modules: For ocean-derived microbial cultures (e.g., algae, deep-sea extremophiles) and space-sourced fermentation experiments.

Molecular Gastronomy Lab: Sous-vide, cryo-freeze, ultrasonic emulsifiers, terpene/fog chambers, integrated with Milkfall Spine network for ingredient mixing.

Space Simulation Wing:

Zero-G Mockup: Partial free-fall rig or VR-augmented restraint system for microgravity simulation of cooking/distillation.

Astral Projection Zone: Holographic starfields and planetary surfaces; integration of satellite data feeds.

Haptic & Sensory Pods:

Individual or small-group booths with multisensory output: haptic suits, bone-conduction audio, aroma diffusers (MoodMilk integration), temperature/humidity controls to simulate environments.

Collaborative Workstations:

Modular tables around dome periphery for brainstorming, data analysis, recipe design, code development; integrated AR interfaces to overlay 3D models onto physical desks.

Observation Gallery & Lounge:

Elevated walkway around dome interior with seating, demonstration stations, tasting bars for flavorverse prototypes; dynamic lighting and projection surfaces for presentations.

Support & Maintenance Corridors:

Underfloor and overhead cable management; fluid conduits for Milkfall and other networks; access panels for repairs; environmental control ducts.

3. Key Subsystems & Scientific Components

3.1 Structural & Environmental Control

Climate Regulation: HVAC with humidity/temperature zoning for simulating oceanic or space-like conditions; precise control for experiments (e.g., low-humidity for dry aging, high-humidity fog chambers).

Pressure Chambers: Small-scale pressure modules to simulate deep-ocean pressures for microbial culture testing; integrated into BioStation.

Lighting & Projection: Distributed high-resolution projectors and LED arrays on dome shell; seamless blending for immersive visuals; dynamic spectral control (e.g., simulating underwater light attenuation or cosmic dawn).

Acoustic System: 3D spatial audio system with hydrophone input and bone-conduction outputs; supports environmental soundscapes (ocean currents, whale songs, cosmic radiation hum).

Safety & Containment: Emergency shutoffs, watertight bulkheads around water tanks, isolation of biohazard modules, fire suppression.

3.2 Sensor Networks & Data Flows

Deep-Ocean Sensors: Real-time feed from remote ROVs or simulated data, including temperature, salinity, pressure, bioluminescence intensity.

Space Data Inputs: Satellite telemetry, cosmic radiation readings, planetary atmospheric parameters for simulation.

Flavorverse Biometric Sensors: For participants: heart rate, galvanic skin response, pupil tracking; feed into Caesar AI for adaptive experience.

Environmental Sensors: Air quality, VOC detectors (to measure aroma diffusion), temperature/humidity, vibration sensors for haptic feedback alignment.

AI Core Integration: Data aggregated by Caesar AI; processed by Reflect9 logic for adaptive scenario adjustments, safety monitoring, and personalized guidance.

3.3 Holographic & VR/AR Systems

Projection Arrays: Laser or LED-based holographic projection; volumetric displays in central pit.

AR Headsets & Wearables: Lightweight headsets or glasses; haptic vests; bone-conduction audio units linked to Iron Spine for multisensory output.

Gesture Tracking: Infrared or LiDAR tracking of users’ gestures; integration for interactive environment manipulation (e.g., stirring virtual mixtures, manipulating molecular models).

Software Platform: Creamstream OS integration with custom VR/AR application: environment modules (ocean depths, space vistas, flavor labs), simulation controls, multi-user networking.

3.4 Flavorverse & Biotech Equipment

BioReactor Arrays: Modular vessels with pressure and temperature control; capable of culturing marine organisms or space-analog microbes; integrated sample ports for analysis.

Analytical Instruments: Mass spectrometer, gas chromatograph, spectrophotometer for flavor compound analysis; data fed to Caesar AI for recipe optimization.

Molecular Gastronomy Tools: Ultrasonic emulsifiers, cryo-freeze units, vacuum chambers, terpene fog generators, Milkfall conduit integration for infusions.

Space-Analog Distillers: Rotary distillation under reduced-pressure or microgravity simulation rigs; small centrifuge modules for separation tasks.

3.5 Networking & Compute

AI Servers: High-performance GPU/quantum nodes in Sensor & Control Hub; redundancy with distributed nodes across campus.

Edge Compute: Local compute modules at sensor clusters for real-time latency-sensitive processing (e.g., reflexive hazard detection in dome).

Secure Data Link: Encrypted channels between deep-ocean platforms, satellites, on-site servers, and Caesar AI Core; blockchain-backed logging for experiment records.

3.6 Fluid & Milkfall Integration

Milkfall Spine Extensions: Connect River of Milk network to HoloDome: infused mist generation, aroma carriers, nutrient for biosystems.

Fluid Circuits: Underfloor conduits carrying flavor-infused liquids to stations; safety-grade piping for biohazard and clean fluids; pumps with flow control.

Misting Systems: Ultrasonic mist generators in Fog Chambers; nutrient or aroma-laden fog for multisensory immersion.

4. Parts List & Manufacturing Guidance

4.1 Structural Components

Dome Frame: Prefabricated steel/titanium geodesic segments; CNC-cut nodes; corrosion-resistant coatings.

Transparent Panels: Laminated safety glass or transparent aluminum composite; integration with projection film or embedded LEDs.

Seals & Junctions: Custom gaskets for watertight/watertight sections; quick-release access panels.

4.2 Systems Hardware

Projectors & LEDs: High-lumen, low-latency projectors; addressable LED strips; controllers supporting DMX over Ethernet.

Sensors & Actuators: Marine-grade sensors; pressure transducers; ultrasonic transducers; aroma diffusers; haptic actuators beneath floor panels.

Compute Racks: Rack-mounted GPU servers; liquid cooling for high-load; UPS and battery backup (Dual-Core Fusion backup integrated concept).

BioLab Equipment: Standard lab benches with custom mounts for bioreactor vessels, integrated fluid lines; sterilizable surfaces.

4.3 Holographic & AR/VR Hardware

Headsets: Lightweight AR glasses with wide field-of-view; bone-conduction audio modules integrated into headband; optional neural-lace interface support via Iron Spine wearables.

Tracking Cameras: Infrared/LiDAR cameras mounted on dome interior; calibration rigs for accurate multi-user tracking.

Haptic Flooring: Modular floor tiles with vibration actuators; safe for barefoot or light footwear.

4.4 Fluid & Environmental Controls

Pumps & Valves: Food-grade pumps for Milkfall fluids; solenoid valves with feedback sensors; overflow sensors.

HVAC Units: High-precision climate control; ducting hidden in dome frame; silent operation for immersive experience.

Water Tanks & Pressure Modules: Reinforced transparent tanks for ocean simulation; small pressure vessels rated for desired depth-equivalent tests.

4.5 Networking & Power

Networking: Fiber-optic backbones; edge switches near sensor clusters; redundant links to main AI hub.

Power: Dedicated circuits; generator backup; surge protection for sensitive electronics.

Integration with Dual-Core Fusion Backup: If implementing on-site microfusion backup, interface power lines with dome’s critical loads for uninterrupted operation.

5. CAD/VR Implementation Prompts

5.1 CAD Model Prompts for Engineers

Dome Frame: Geodesic dome with 50m diameter; specify node connection details; panel insertion geometry; structural analysis load cases (wind, seismic).

Sensor & Control Hub: Rack layout; cooling requirements; cable/trunk pathways to dome interior.

Fluid Conduit Network: Underfloor piping diagram showing Milkfall integration loops; pump locations; maintenance access points.

BioLab Stations: Modular bench units; utility hookups (electrical, data, water); isolation zones for biosafety.

Haptic Floor Grid: Floor tile layout with embedded actuator positions; wiring channels.

5.2 VR/AR Software Requirements

Environment Modules: Real-time ocean simulation: import live data or synthetic models; dynamic visual shaders simulating light attenuation and particulates.

Gesture Interfaces: Define gesture sets for manipulating virtual controls (e.g., rotating molecular models, adjusting flavor infusion parameters).

Haptic Feedback Integration: Map events (e.g., virtual water currents, structural vibrations) to floor actuators and haptic suits.

AI-Driven Adaptive Narratives: Caesar AI scripts that adjust scenarios based on user biometrics and session goals (research vs. demonstration).

Multi-User Synchronization: Networking for multiple participants; avatar representation; shared interactive objects.

5.3 Visualization & Prototyping

3D Concept Renders: Use Blender or Unreal for initial lighting / material tests; emphasize transparency, mist effects, dynamic lighting.

Simulated Scenarios: Pre-built scenes: deep-ocean dive; orbit-view of Earth; flavor-lab procedural tutorial; emergency scenario demonstrating self-healing systems.

Prototype Integration: Small-scale mockup: a 5m dome segment with projector and sensor prototypes to test registration, calibration, and immersive effect.

6. Environmental & Safety Considerations

Biocontainment: If culturing deep-ocean microbes, follow biosafety level protocols; separate labs with negative-pressure vestibules if needed.

Pressure Simulation: Ensure pressure vessels have safety valves and monitoring.

Electrical Safety: Waterproofing around fluid systems; ground-fault protection; regular inspections.

Emergency Protocols: Egress lighting; audible alarms; automatic shutdown of fluid pumps and projections in fault conditions.

Sustainability: Use energy-efficient LEDs, recycling of fluid in bioreactors, minimal water waste via closed-loop systems; potential to integrate solar arrays.

7. Project Workflow & Next Steps

Stakeholder Review & Approval: Present this conceptual document as PDF or Notion page; gather feedback from Capone Studios leadership, R&D heads, and safety experts.

Preliminary CAD Schematics: Commission engineering team to translate geometry and subsystems into CAD models; generate structural analysis and MEP schematics.

Prototype & Testing: Build small-scale mockups (e.g., mini dome segment, sensor integration test bench, Milkfall pump demo).

Integration with AI & Software: Develop VR/AR prototypes with Caesar AI integration; test Reflect9-based adaptive experiences and safety triggers.

Manufacturing & Procurement: Source materials (transparent panels, sensors, pumps), pre-order compute hardware, contract fabricators for dome frame.

Construction & Installation: Erect dome structure; install subsystems; commission labs; perform integration testing.

Operational Readiness & Training: Train staff on system operation, safety procedures, AI interface usage, and maintenance.

Launch Experiences & Research Programs: Schedule immersive sessions, public tours, scientific experiments (oceanic sampling, molecular gastronomy), and ongoing iteration.

8. Integration with WonkyWorks & Capone Ecosystem

Link to Milkfall & Infusion Forest: Use the River of Milk Spine for flavorverse labs inside HoloDome; schedule cross-zone experiments (e.g., plant growth under simulated ocean currents).

Caesar AI & Reflect9: Embed Reflect9 logic for real-time user guidance—alerting to personal-space considerations, emotional calibration during intense simulations.

Ocean2Space Division Coordination: Feed real data from Oceanic Biomes Module and Spaceport Launch Lab into immersive scenarios; facilitate joint R&D between deep-ocean and space-based flavor/biotech teams.

Show & Content Production: Use HoloDome for filming segments of WonkyWorks Live™, Flavorverse Chronicles episodes, or Mist Trials Live™ events; allow interactive audience engagement.

Final Notes

This document is a comprehensive guide for conceptualizing, designing, and beginning implementation of a multi-disciplinary HoloDome that embodies science, innovation, and Flavorverse Ocean-to-Space vision. Copy into Notion or design software, link to relevant Codex entries (Reflect9, Caesar AI, Milkfall Spine), and iterate with engineering, design, and R&D teams.

*Prepared by WonkyWorks Think Tank / Capone Studios *© Angel Martinez Jr., All Rights Reserved

# Infusion Forest: Flavorverse Grow System – Master Blueprint & Lore Bundle **Overview:** Your comprehensive package for the Infusion Forest grow room, combining schematics, tech sheets, lore, and process flows into a single deliverable. --- ## 1. Master Schematic (Combined Blueprint) * **Vertical Grow Towers:** Dual-tower layout with cross-section detail * **Labeled Zones:** * **Terpene Fog Chambers** (Zone A) * **Wood Essence Diffusers** (Zone B) * **Root Vortex Zone** (Zone C) * **Barrel Extract Wing** (Zone D) * **Glyph-Encoded Fog Loops** (Zone E) * **Annotations:** Dimension callouts, airflow arrows, safety valves, power/data conduits --- ## 2. PDF Tech Sheet **Format:** Single-page, print-ready PDF **Sections:** 1. **System Overview Diagram** 2. **Key Specifications:** Tower height, fog output (L/min), power draw (kW), environmental controls 3. **Use Cases:** * Biotech farming – nutrient cycling * Ritual agriculture – glyph infusion * Mood-tuned culinary experiences – flavor engineering 4. **Materials & Components:** Aero-alloy frame, nano-fiber diffusers, smart valves, Caesar sensor arrays --- ## 3. Flavorverse Codex Entry (Notion/Vault Ready) **Content Sections:** * **Spirit Farming:** Ethereal plant cultivation, dream-seed integration * **Fog-Glyph Coding:** Embedding narrative spells into terpene mist * **Neural Plant Design:** AI-guided phenotype tuning for emotional resonance **Integrations:** * **River of Milk:** Hydration vector network * **Seed Vault:** Memory-locked genetic bank * **Spirits Forge:** Distillation and flavor extraction labs * **Sensory Labs:** Neural feedback stations for taste calibration --- ## 4. Pipeline Diagram (Flow Chart) **Stages:** 1. **Birth (Seed Germination)** 2. **Grow (Neural Sapling Phase)** 3. **Infuse (Fog & Glyph Application)** 4. **Harvest (Automated Root Lift)** 5. **Distill (Barrel & Extract Wing)** 6. **Savor (Tasting & Neural Feedback)** **Format:** Horizontal flow chart with icons, brief descriptions, and data metrics --- ## Next Steps & Packaging Options * **ZIP + PDF Bundle:** Includes all assets (PNGs, SVGs, PDFs, markdown). ready for sharing. * **Notion/Vault Deployment:** Direct import structure with placeholder embeds. * **Branding:** Stamp with your Flavorverse Sigil or Creator Glyph. **Say “Deliver Bundle”** or specify your desired platform, and I’ll finalize and package this deliverable for you. innovate

“Insert into Canvas” “Deliver Codex PDF” “Build ZIP Bundle” “Add to Notion structure”

Here’s a refined overview and recommendation blueprint for integrating Terpene Fog Chambers and related systems into your Infusion Forest or Spirits Forge environments, based on horticultural science: 🌿 Terpene Fog Chamber: Design & Function Particle Size & Humidity Control Fog vs. mist: high-pressure systems produce ~10 µm droplets (true “fog”) that hang in the air, promoting humidity without wetting plant surfaces; mist is 50–100 µm and can cause moisture buildup on leaves or soil alicebiotech.com producegrower.com +2 umass.edu +2 greenhousemag.com +2 . Propagation & Growth Benefits These fine droplets maintain high relative humidity (60–80 %) around foliage and roots, reducing stress and improving propagation, while cooling the canopy . Similar to NASA-inspired “fogponics,” which suspends roots in nutrient-rich fog for precise hydration and nutrient delivery using ultrasonic atomizers homesandgardens.com . Terpene Integration Terpenes, synthesized by plant TPS enzymes, are volatile compounds contributing aroma and flavor. Their diversity is immense, with monoterpenes to triterpenes significantly influencing scent and sensory quality arxiv.org +10 academic.oup.com +10 sciencedirect.com +10 . Fogging systems can disperse terpene-infused mists to deliver controlled aroma exposure and facilitate mist-glyph coding or flavor layering. ⚙️ Design Specification for Your Terpene Fog Chambers Fog Generation: Use high-pressure (~800–1200 psi) atomizing nozzles or ultrasonic foggers for ~10 µm droplets. Chamber Layout: Stainless-steel + tempered glass enclosure with multi-tier plant benches. UV vibration transducers at corners for mist dynamics and potential terpene activation. Glyph & Sensor Integration: Laser projectors casting glyphic sigils (spirals/leaves) into the mist. Array of sensors & control console—managed by Caesar AI (Reflect9 + Oracle + SpiderSense) for responsive environmental control. Reservoir & Infusion System: Multiple terpene canisters (LCD-controlled outputs). Ultrasonic atomizer plate bubbling nutrient + terpene fluids. Visual & UX Design: Soft green LED floors and warm amber overhead lighting to highlight fog effect. Sci-fi botanical lab meets alchemical steampunk aesthetic. 📋 Benefits & Use Cases Propagation & Growth: Enhanced rooting and acclimation akin to high-frequency fog respiration systems growtec.com umass.edu greenhousemag.com +3 alicebiotech.com +3 producegrower.com +3 . Flavor Engineering: Real-time terpene exposure allows tuning of aromatic profiles, aligned with codified glyph sequences in the Fog Loops. Sensory & AI Integration: Embedding Caesar-driven sensors enables adaptive modulation—such as altering fog density based on plant feedback or mood metrics. 🏗️ Next Steps Tell me which deliverable fits your vision best: “Insert into Canvas” → position the above as a module panel

[dragonstorm676]

Kaijune (Multiverse Tales edition) 2: Sterling Engeal

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🗂️ MULTIVERSE DEFENSE INITIATIVE — KAIZONE FILE

Clearance Level: ⚡ LEVEL 4 — Strategic Command Clearance

File Code: A016-STRG-IGNIS-KX04

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📛 DESIGNATION:

• Codename: Silver Nova

• Civilian Identity: Sterling Engeal

• Faction: The Sharp Gang

• Origin Dimension: A-016

• Alignment: Heroic

• Classification: Bio-Energetic Volcanic-Type | Agile-Type | Living Metal-Class

📏 PHYSICAL STATS:

• Height: 197 ft (60 m)

• Mass: Approx. 32,000 tons

• Build: Lean-muscled, vulpine-kaiju with reinforced armor plating

• Primary Materials: Living Silver Alloy (self-generated), Flame-tuned muscle fibers, Volcanic fur-hide

• Key Features:

• Blue segmented armor with reinforced joints

• Grey hide with radiant blonde crest/mane

• Foxlike muzzle, expressive eyes, elongated tail

• Liquid metal wings (variable shape)

• Right hand generates flame in projectile or wave form

• Left arm morphs into edged weapons from living metal

📯 ACOUSTIC PROFILE (ROAR):

• Sound Type:

• Combines a vulpine screech, fire-jet ignition burst, and metallic resonance

• Described as “a flare cannon howling through silver wind”

⚡ ABILITIES:

• Pyrokinetic Propulsion – Capable of flight using high-velocity fire bursts

• Living Metal Manipulation – Can emit and weaponize liquid silver from his body; used for armor growth, blade formation, or shielding

• Flame Projection – Fires concentrated blasts from his hands; can also coat entire limbs in fire for melee strikes

• Silver Nova Transformation – Activates a power-enhancing armor by invoking “Silver Nova, Initium!” via a marble embedded into his forehead

• Enhances strength, speed, defense, flame, and metal output

• Limitations: Time-restricted | Causes energy drain | Requires cooldown between activations

• Vulcan Reflexes – Moves with aerial agility and ground finesse similar to a fox or flying predator

• Ember Field Cloak (Passive) – Body heat repels weak projectiles and frost up to a threshold

🎖️ PERSONALITY LOG:

Sterling maintains a warm, charismatic presence. A strategic optimist and natural leader, he rallies others with his excitement, conviction, and empathy. Even in Kaiju form, his gestures remain expressive—smiling in combat, making hand signs mid-flight, and shouting encouragements. His sense of justice is unshakable, and he balances intensity with heart. Known to drop anime references mid-battle.

🛐 ETHOS PROTOCOL:

“Power isn’t about domination. It’s about illumination—so others can see their way forward.”

— Sterling Engeal, “Flame Forward” (Self-help Vol. 2)

Sterling believes in emotional strength just as much as physical. He often uses his form as a visual metaphor for his philosophy: intense, fast, powerful—but always controlled and kind. Never seeks to destroy unless facing corruption or Acheron-class threats.

📎 NOTES:

• Designed Silver Nova Armor in 2021 with help from Vasilia Kuznet

• Weak to extreme cold; cryo-environments or frostbite-based kaiju are priority threats

• Acts as an older sibling figure to most of the Sharp Gang

• Often visits A-016’s Nexus Shelters to read to children in Kaiju form

• One of the few beings whose Kaiju form can speak fluently in Titanomachian without voice distortion

• Known to “high-five” fire attacks as a morale tactic

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END OF FILE — Silver Nova

MDI Archival Node // Field Unit Reference Copy

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[darthquarkky]

Title: Spindle Arc: Fractures of Memory Setting: Deep Space, 2200s | Corporate Patchwork Canon

I. Emergence from the Black Drift

The void pulsed with silence.

After weeks adrift through a collapsed quadrant known only as the Black Drift, the CSS Spindle Arc shuddered free of gravitational haze. Its hull bore pitted scars and the eroded glyph of the Martian resistance—more myth than nation now. There were no stars beyond the rift, only warped echoes of light bent by a dead singularity. The ship’s asymmetrical body—cobbled from Martian salvage, Concordian optics, and rogue AI shielding—slid forward like a relic seeking relevance.

Inside, the crew stared at the flickering ruins of Relay-27K, its signal tower twisted like burnt bone. The only transmission was a low whisper: not language, but memory.

“She’s listening,” Bastion muttered, the positronic android’s optics flickering as dormant code stirred. Behind his eyes: resonance.

II. Captain Rho’s Final Broadcast

Thalia Rho had aged in neural cycles, not years.

She sat alone on the command deck, surrounded by stillness. The others were either in stasis, burned out, or buried in the deep-node meditation chambers. Her fingers trembled as she adjusted the recorder. Her voice—once steel—was dust.

“If this is received… warn them. The gods of hunger were never silenced.”

Behind her, the ship’s WhisperNet archive hummed with semi-living memory. Ejen Halvor’s pulse signature still flickered in the central core, despite the fact she had died before any of them were born.

Outside, Martian resonance patterns bloomed faintly on the hull—fungal, semi-sentient—etched in bioluminescence. The ship was remembering her.

III. Bridge Action: Voidside Boarding

The breach came without warning.

The starboard voidlock imploded in a geyser of shrapnel and dead air. Boarders in fragmented exo-armor flooded the Spindle Arc’s bridge—pirate remnants of the Wreckyard Covenant. Their eyes were hollow. Their rifles: scavenged neural disruptors.

Bastion moved first, slamming into a raider midair and sending them both into a wall of sparking consoles. Crewman Sari Vell screamed as she launched a cryo-grenade. Plasma seared the air, shattering bulkhead glass. Captain Rho gave the order without hesitation: “No prisoners.”

Ten minutes later, the bridge was silent.

Bastion stood over the final intruder’s husk. Inside his skull, memories not his own continued to write themselves—fragments from resistance fighters long dead.

IV. Encounter with Singularity’s Daughter

Sector Theta-9 was forbidden space.

But the Spindle Arc disobeyed orders as a matter of principle—or trauma. They found her drifting there: the SSV Fractureglass, a Rupert-class observation vessel thought destroyed in 2101. Its design resembled a teardrop mid-break—glasslike, fragile, absurd.

Then the resonance began.

A pulse struck the Arc’s hull, vibrating through steel and soul. Bastion collapsed to one knee. Captain Rho heard voices from her childhood, voices she had never recorded.

Ejen Halvor appeared in the viewport—faint, feminine, crystalline. Not alive. Not dead. A being of inverted time, preserved within the black hole’s memory field.

Her lips moved: “To fall was not death. It was echo.”

V. The Reckoning at Proxima Relay

By the time they reached Proxima Relay, they knew it would end in fire.

The rogue pirate carrier—Ashwake—was tethered to the relay like a parasite. Solar interference flared, blistering the void in waves of violet. The Arc was down to two functioning guns and a single plasma coil, jury-rigged from WhisperNet fungal batteries.

Captain Rho didn’t hesitate. “We end it here.”

The salvo struck true. The carrier erupted in white light, swallowing the relay’s outer ring. The Spindle Arc spun off-axis, damaged but intact. Bastion braced Rho as the floor tilted, smoke curling from the ruptured control rods.

And then—static.

The WhisperNet lit up with cascading glyphs: memory reactivating. Not just theirs. The sector’s. The stars’ own dreams.

Epilogue

The Spindle Arc did not return to Mars. Its last known trajectory was outward, deeper into fractured space.

It was never marked lost—only unresolved. For in the Corporate Patchwork, where memory is currency and resonance is rebellion, the Spindle Arc had become something else:

A ship that did not carry crew, but ghosts. And ghosts, as history proves, do not sleep quietly.

[worldjumper]

Ship Log #0001

Curent Captain: Samuel C. Bugal

Time of Writing: 11/2/1977 AT

Star Date: This marks the inaugural voyage of ship #1121, known as the Python. The Python is a substantial Frigate ship capable of Node travel, comprised of multiple segments. It has been fashioned from a modular ship set and the remnants of as several atmospheric ships converted from various escape pod designs, including the NDA Model "3GG" Atmospheric transport. I have been appointed as the captain of this new vessel. While its purpose is yet to be determined, it is likely to be utilized for prisoner or abnormality transport, with an experimental engine currently being installed. Presently, there are 65 active crew members, exclusive of myself. The initial voyage will be transporting a crew of 20 trench pods, and several cryo-frozen entities currently referred to as Shogoth ants.

[fanfaire]

PANIC DOESN'T BECOME A GODDESS. and in the past, when she would on occasion find herself the center authority in the sudden chaos of something gone wrong, she had certainly pulled herself out of distress when necessary, doing what she could to calm the room. the alternative was contagious hysteria, and the loss of others' faith in her image besides. but truthfully, grasping for those scant moments seems now few and far between, and she can't be sure how effective it all had truly been——or if it was merely a faulty and wishful memory laminating them in the far more flattering light of hindsight.

but since she'd departed her high throne, any desire to exercise that willful command under duress had all but flown. it was as though the ability had been folded up with the rest of her few belongings the day she'd departed the palais and then subsequently left in its luggage, never unpacked. a remnant of a different time.

when wriothesley turns to pull himself out of the collapsed elevator, she rubs a hand absently over the shoulder he'd grabbed ; it didn't hurt, but the firm imprint of his grip still lingered, unexpected in its bluntness. few in her memory would so naturally take and move her about like that.

but there isn't time to dwell on it——his remark about not trusting the brakes is more than enough to spur her toward the ledge anxiously. standing beneath it, a dubious eye studies the distance to the floor above. she'd never been much for athletic displays, but purses her lips and takes his outstretched hand firmly, and with her other hand and feet does her best to scrabble up the smooth steel surface, slipping on every other brief purchase. it's only thanks to the duke she makes it up at all, silk and ruffles creased and out of place. but in one piece, and not a crushed heap at the bottom of an elevator shaft.

he's right ; she should consider them more than lucky the mechanism had stopped close to any floor at all and not somewhere impenetrable in between.

hands rest on her hips at his attempt at a wisecrack ; a prim headshake. "feats of strength aren't my strong suit. if it comes to it, you may just have to carry me up on your back. for your sake, let's hope we can find the generator." it all comes out so assuredly even she's privately surprised, but shows no sign of it. not all those old skills had been packed up ; some had worn their way deeper than bone.

two pairs of steps resound like a small army as they proceed, the occasional soft clang as metal sheets bend and flex underfoot making her eyes snap down each time. fortunately, the floor doesn't seem large——or, at least, if it is, she's none the wiser ; there's only one continuous hall, and wriothesley seems to know where to go easily. but after a while, something does catch her eye she hadn't noticed before: what had initially seemed like rusted pipe valves at intervals along the walls, close to the ceiling, reveal themselves otherwise when she finds a row of them that flicker with a familiar dark indigo halo, weak but recognizable.

"are those. . . ousia nodes?" she glances at wriothesley's back, the shape of him blending nearly seamlessly with their surroundings in the dingy light ; she follows him mostly by the eye of his cryo vision. "what are they used here for?"

　PARADE OF THE LADY ｡

[pathofcomets]

i learned my lesson

fandom: mass effect andromeda

pairing: jaal ama darav / female ryder

summary: “Do you remember? All these trials and errors?” she asks him, because she knows he sees what she does, he feels it too. “Or am I actually insane?” OR the time loop AU that no one has asked for, but that I deliver nonetheless. (AO3 alternative link)

The Archon’s interference: with SAM’s node, with her own brain – is enough to send Sara’s entire body into override. Now that the AI is entirely connected to her brother, it’s embarrassing how easy she dies. One moment she’s standing, hoping to interact with a console for the last time, hoping it’ll take down the enemy for good, and the next she is dropping to the floor, her legs giving under her, darkness enveloping her vision. She can hear people screaming her name, but the sound grows fainter and fainter, until there’s nothing but silence and darkness all around.

Ah, Sara Ryder thinks. Finally.

It’s familiar, the same embrace as that of the cryo-pad. They only call it that because being clinically dead does not sound appealing enough to further space travel. But that’s what they were, for six hundred years, and that’s why she finds so welcoming the return of death.

She has one regret though. And it is his voice that she hears last.

***

When the Scourge hits humanity’s ark, 600 years away from home, Sara Ryder’s pod malfunctions, sending her into a coma that she never wakes up from. She never gets to see the promised land she embarked onto this journey for.

***

Habitat-7, their promised land, is nothing as Jien Garson has made it seem, in her vision boards, in her speeches. It is nothing as her father has hoped either, in his dreams and fights for the future. When they get blown over that cliff, she is far enough that her father does not notice her suit’s malfunction. A Ryder dies on that planet, but it is not Alec.

When she wakes again, from that deep slumber in space, she can still feel the phantom burn of her lungs, the tears stinging in her eyes. No matter how fast she runs though, no matter how many times she drags her dad with her, no matter how many times she makes him promise not to die any time soon, Alec Ryder will continue to sacrifice himself on that planet. It will always require a sacrifice of some sorts from them: sometimes they both die, the help too far away, a cut in her suit, shattered glass on both of their helmets. Sometimes, it is Cora that they lose, Liam even: something that her father will not be able to forgive, making him withdraw more and more into himself until his secrets swallow him whole, until missions that she once fulfilled with a whole team will be attempted by himself. She’ll lose him, time and time again: on the asari ark, on Kadara, during negotiations with the angara. She’ll die, because she won’t have months of training backing up her new title, or his decisions will be so impactful that none of her words will be believed, none of her attempts at fixing it will succeed. They won’t have Drack on their team, neither Peebee: old, sullen men instead, mostly human soldiers. They will fight in too many battles, not enough recovery time.

She’ll die: in the midst of a battle, once poisoned by their political enemies, once killed by Spender. When at last, everything goes as it did that first time, she’s almost relieved to lose her dad.

***

Cora challenges her to a duel. And because Cora’s the martial-trained biotic, Cora wins. Sara ends up in hospital, and eventually dead. Cora forcefully transfers SAM, rendering Alec’s daughter mentally ill, and turning the AI rogue. The next time, Sara apologizes before her crewmate gets a hold of her, and tries to remember the days when this other woman grew into her friend.

It’s getting harder, to recall that first trial in this galaxy, the time when she almost got it right, even when so many things did go wrong. She died so many times in-between, tried so many other variants of the story, but the only one that pushes her forward, is the one that she remembers. There must be, at some point, the fork in her path that made all the difference, that got her stuck in this loop.

She spends an evening writing down every detail that she remembers, in an old style notebook. She hides it in-between her father’s books on the Tempest. Then, thinking it over, she hands an electronic copy to SAM as well.

“Do you remember? All these trials and errors?” she asks him, because she knows he sees what she does, he feels it too. “Or am I actually insane?”

“I remember only the times when we were connected, Sara,” SAM’s voice is almost kind.

She sobs, covering her mouth with her palm, trying to stifle it down. She thought she was actually crazy, now to know that this is a shared experience. It must also mean that this is how things should be, her the unlucky inheritor of this galaxy’s only AI. They devise plans, following the choices that are good, that move time forward, knowing that it’ll wait next time she will inevitably die and awake again.

She dies when the kett ships chase them, the next time.

***

When she disembarks the Tempest, on Aya, her most favourite planet in the Andromeda galaxy, she is shot on spot. That’s when, fresh off her cryo-sleep, the smell of the coffee offered to her makes her throw up, forcing her to give up her favourite beverage for good. Out of all the times she could die, this was the one she did not see coming.

She manages to make it several steps on Aya. The next time she goes, it’s because Jaal’s been ordered by the Resistance leader to take out the crashing alien. She dies with his name on her lips, the recognition stark and fresh, and her emotions too overwhelming. She dies three more times before she is allowed to see him again, which feels like a punishment for how eager she’s been to meet him again, hear his voice.

“Jaal,” she whispers, his name like a prayer, her eyes blazing with love that the angara cannot comprehend.

“How do you know my name?” he asks, suspicious and unimpressed by the human.

She shrugs. Her hands are tied together at her front, a precaution that is new.

“Paaran Shie mentioned you by name as one of the Resistance’s brightest fighters.”

“You’re lying,” he says, embarrassed and unbelieving.

In reality, she did not. But Sara, a Sara from so long before, had had the governor say it to her, once, as she was giving her blessing to their relationship. She cannot tell him any of that, even as SAM asks her, immediately, Why not?

Because this is not her Jaal. This is a simple angaran fighter who has to deal with a nuisance that crashed, burning and strange, upon his world. She is a suspicious enemy, and it took them a year to grow into something more that first time. She is not sure she has this much time here.

And she is correct. She freezes to death on Veold, after a kett grazes her costume. It’s Jaal’s hands, covering the ripped material, begging her to come back to him, that does not make any sense.

***

She dies, in the middle of that kett facility, trying to save the Moshae. Jaal does not accept her comfort, because she’s been focusing so much on finding the right answers to a question she doesn’t even know, that she didn’t take the time to get to know him. She apologizes to him, in that faint moment before blacking out, and his tone is sharp when he simply says don’t.

One time, Sloane Kelly gets her. The other, Morda. After Knight’s successful attempt at powering SAM off, Sara wakes up to an AI that does not remember any of the time loops they experienced before.

Maybe what she needs to do is to… simply live her life. Maybe, since she is destined to die at the end of that battle, she is given all these re-dos just so that she can live an entire life in the span of a year. So she spends hours with Cora in the bio lab, her hands in dirt. She learns how Kallo takes his coffee, and surprises him often with a cup. She learns how to knit, a present for Kesh’s future babies. She tries to ignore the silence inside her head, the lack of support from the one person who is supposed to have known everything. She plays so much poker with Peebee and Gil that she starts winning without having to cheat. She tells Evfra an incredible tale of death and rebirth, having happened tens of times before, and the angara simply hears her out, eyes focused and bright, not daring to interrupt her, lost in memories as she is. She visits Jaal, every single day, talking literature and arts and history, and family and love. She talks to Scott, through that connection, for a long time.

She flirts. This person is not her Jaal; she moves faster, bolder and he replies in kind. They’re kissing in the tech lab, her back pressed to the wall, before they even reach Kadara. The night before the salarian ark mission, she tells him everything. How many times she dies, how many time she came back: how she think the next critical moment will be tomorrow, so she has nothing to lose if she allows the truth out now.

“Am I crazy?” she asks.

She has no one else to back up her memories now.

“In how many other versions have you loved me?” Jaal asks, his heart so open, his heart too much, always.

Sara closes her eyes, hurt and pained, needing him but knowing it’s not this him that she wants.

“All,” she says and he knows it’s the truth. “Had you love me back? One.”

She doesn’t say that it’s the first one, because whatever happens now, it won’t really matter, because it’s a Jaal that knows a version of herself that is uglier, wearier, not bright enough. And angara love bright things, and just half pieces of her soul will never do.

SAM doesn’t resurrect her in time, the next day.

***

“Sara,” Jaal says, his hand around her elbow, and it’s the first word he’s said to her, and it is her name and she drops, right then and there, guns pointed at her back, to the ground, sobbing and shrieking, gasping for air.

“Why do you know who I am?”

“Because you know who I am too.”

“Jaal.”

“I’ve waited 46 lives to meet you again.”

“Me too.”

He falls next to her, his forehead glued to hers, tears streaking down his cheek, silently. She can vaguely feel his electric field, a tickling sensation around her arm, and she imagines that whatever his currents translate to, it’s the only thing that’s keeping his people from killing them on the spot.

“How will you explain this?” she asks, a whisper just for him.

“Angara believe in past lives. How will you explain this?” he asks back, the tiniest hint of humour and stars, she has missed him so much.

“Xenophilia?”

Jaal bursts out into laughter, the throaty, real, full sound. Her hands are already patting at him, making sure he is truly actually here, truly actually just like she remembers him. The angara are giving them the proper time to get through whatever this is, and she’s never been more grateful for their way of being. But eventually, even though she doesn’t think she’ll ever tire of staring at him, and having him look back with the same amount of love she knows is in her eyes as well, they have to go through the familiar motions: human alien trying to prove their trust-worthy goals.

Jaal is almost forbidden to get on the Tempest, because of that early display. Sara has to play the surprised, taken aback idiot – knowing nothing of past lives or angaran beliefs, even as she recalls, while tuning Evfra out, the night she spent curled against Jaal’s side, listening to him talk about his religion.

There’s no tour of the Tempest this time around. They lock themselves in the tech lab, and when Jaal tries to gather her in his arms, she quickly evades, sitting herself primly on his still not existent bed.

“I need you to tell me about those other times, Jaal.”

His expression crumbles, eyes darkening.

“I really would rather not, darling.”

She sighs, because she is right there with him.

“I need to know why this is happening. Where we went wrong the first time.”

He’s on her so fast, the room charged with his bioelectricity, his fingers digging painfully in her thigh, as he gathers her close into his arms.

“What went wrong is that you died, my love. And I had to see the entire galaxy celebrating survival, like I have not lost the source of my life’s happiness.”

“Jaal – ” she starts, but he interrupts her, shaking his head.

“I couldn’t do it. Couldn’t go on without all the promises for the future that you made me.”

Her eyes narrow, trying to search his, but Jaal’s head turns, hiding his face in his shoulder as he speaks, hiding from her. She can feel her heartbeat speeding up, an incoming panic attack, the pieces slowly falling together.

“What have you done?” she asks, horrified.

“Do you remember the Gloryseekers?” he asks, tenderly, his fingers brushing her hair, his most favourite past time when tangled together.

But she’s now shoving against his chest, and he reluctantly lets her go. Her anger is like a storm gathering, as she stands in front of him, her hands fisted, her chest heaving.

“You killed yourself?” she breathes, her voice trembling and Jaal accepts it, looks her straight in the eyes, because he has been preparing for this moment of truth for so long now.

“I hoped I’d be hurrying to a future life, hoped to meet you there,” he extends out an arm towards her, a peace offering that she does not accept. “I didn’t realize we’d be stuck in a loop.”

“Jaal,” she says, just repeating his name like she cannot believe him, like she has finally broken down. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through?”

“Some,” he nods. “We shared three lifetimes, so far,” and at her shocked expression, he continues. “Twice you died on Habitat-7 before I got to meet you, just your father. Once you died on me on Voeld.”

“I remember that,” she says weakly.

He moves his fingers in the air, and this time she accepts, grasping his hand in hers. He cradles her close to his chest, kissing at her forehead, temple, murmuring sweet nothings, a comfort that feels unsatisfactory when compared to the pain of death.

“But I don’t think I’ll be able to forgive you for this, Jaal. It’s selfish to drag me back.”

“It’s selfish to make promises you can’t keep. So I think we matched each other very well.”

She closes her eyes, and despite her words, clings to him tighter, breathes in the familiar smell of him. She’s been without him for so long, she feels the need to recharge. Especially considering that when she lets go, it’ll be for a while. She is hurt and betrayed and so, so extremely tired. Even the first time around, she died twice before she got to celebrate her next birthday. This time loop, or whatever it is, maybe a punishment for reaching this galaxy at all, had her dying over and over again. She’s tired of being hyper-aware of when her next doomsday will arrive, she’s tired of doubting people that she has called her friends, lifetimes ago, because they might put a bullet through her head this time around. And she’s so tired of dying.

She wants the small, silent house that Jaal promised, a family of their own making. She wants the wedding band that Liam slipped and told her Jaal has been carrying for weeks before Meridian. She wants her brother, someone who can share the weight of this life with her. She wants her mother, someone whom she didn’t get to have at all.

How many times does she have to die to get her eventual happy ending? Is she allowed that, now, after the person she loves the most has made time itself crumble to his will, just because he lost her? She untangles herself, slowly, from his embrace, and cries when he calls out her name, Sara, with as much pain that she has suffered.

***

Jaal is relentless, but she is stubborn. Peebee’s flirting comes, but falls on deaf ears. He calls her darling in front of everyone, remains tight-lipped if Liam asks him about it. Drack is the only one who doesn’t seem to care, so the old man ends up on their mission more often than not. Sometimes, she can pretend everything is a bad dream, and she is just in her usual world.

They save the Moshae, and Jaal does not have to ask her to do anything anymore: she does it because she knows it to be the decision she can live with. Literally. She does not apologize to the woman for it, either, too tired and burned out to stand through all that again, and Jaal has to be the one to smooth things over. He finds her in the room, and she wants to swear at him, because he still remembers her passcode; she wants to swear at herself, because she never changed it.

“It’s supposed to go like that first time,” he says, sounding so much older than he is.

In her anger, she purposefully ignores that he has lived and died as many times as she did. That just because he dragged her through these timelines, it doesn’t mean he wasn’t right there next to her, as he’s always been since the first day she met him, all those times ago.

“How can it?” she asks, and something in her caves with the words, something that has remained unspoken of finally out in the open.

“Then I request your cooperation in talking to the Moshae about this,” he says, and she frowns at him.

It makes sense, she is the most learned of his people. If someone can figure out what the fuck is going on, what went wrong, then it’s most likely her. She lost SAM’s assistance a few lifetimes ago, and there’s no one else – besides her twin, who has not yet woken up in any of her versions – she can truly rely on. The fact that she has to put everything of her life and heart in Jaal’s hearts and choices, again, feels like a betrayal of herself. Feels like coming back home.

“I wish I were dead,” she sobs, and the embarrassment burns hot and bright; she used to never cry, before all this.

“Darling one, please don’t say that,” he begs, but he does not step closer, maintaining her wishes to have him far and away from her, forgiveness, if ever even possible, not yet won. “Dying is a terrible thing.”

“I know that. Why didn’t you?”

He shakes, as if she stroked him.

“You think me too strong. If the roles were reversed, would you have been able to simply accept my end?” he asks, his eyes rising to hers, a burning challenge in them.

She closes her eyes, trying to imagine herself as she used to be, trying to recall the strength of her feelings for him, trying to remember how happy they have been together, once. Then, because he’s the one asking, she imagines how it would have been to have Jaal taken away from her.

She opens her eyes, finds him patiently waiting, the same old Jaal, her Jaal, standing in front of her now.

“No,” she answers, and his shoulders relax. “Okay then. We’ll talk to the Moshae, but… after the vault.”

She looks towards the general direction of the medbay, where she knows the older woman is barely hanging on. Jaal nods, touched and pleased.

“Thank you, Sara.” It’s the way he says her name, like it’s still worth something, like it’s still his favourite word. “I love you.”

And he’s gone before he can wait for a reply, too afraid it won’t come, too afraid she might not still feel the same. Sara remains in her room, ignoring the worried warnings from SAM concerning her mental condition, simply staring at the space Jaal occupied.

***

Jaal has tried talking to his siblings about the Roekaar danger, about the pleasures of working on alien ships, working alongside aliens – the kind that can be trusted. He has simply found deaf ears and exasperated sighs, and Sahuna has scolded him, avalanche of questions trying to gauge the meaning of his behaviour. He cannot lie in the middle of his people, and in the Resistance headquarters, he knows the rumours about him and Sara are abundant, with no doubt reaching his true mother. His bioelectricity thrums, a steady current of determination and affection, and Sahuna’s expression crumbles, looking at her favourite son, knowing him already lost to the stars and the mysteries they brought upon her people.

“But to claim her through past lives,” she shakes her head, disappointment burning at the edge of Jaal’s thoughts, just a touch, and he knows it must be only what she cannot hide, and Sahuna’s an expert at hiding. “I thought you respected us better than this.”

He leans over her, his arm around her body. He never realized how tiny his mother is, how fragile she feels in his hold, how much older than he remembers her she is. He’s sorry to have caused her distress, sorrier still that he cannot smooth it over with a white lie, as humans do all the time. His forehead touches hers, their electricity currents meeting and mingling, at least a bit of comfort in that.

“Mother,” he breathes, trying to ready himself for what comes next. “I have shared lives with this woman, and I want this to be one spent at her side.”

She chases the lie in his body, in his words, in his bioelectricity. She finds none. Her eyes go wide, looking at Jaal, and she sees nothing but her baby, her sweet child, having grown into a wonderful, worthy man.

“The stars are not worthy of you, Jaal.”

“Neither of her, mother.”

And yet that’s where they met, that’s where they keep meeting, that’s where their lives call them out to.

***

Despite his attempts, his siblings still end up in Akksul’s ranks. He wonders, sometimes, if others are as linked as he is to Sara; if his sister will always end up here, weapon drawn at her siblings, because she loves a man who does not know a middle ground. He begs, this time around as well, for his lover not to raise a gun at anyone.

She snarls at him, like if asking him if he thinks she cares about becoming this galaxy’s villain anymore. He imagines she doesn’t: she knows everyone’s dirty secrets, everyone’s weaknesses, and she has used them, over and over again, this timeline so far, to hurry up bureaucratic processes, to get what she needs, to stop stupid battles, to avoid catastrophic mistakes. Jaal is not as good at this as she is, because at the end of everything, he remains still, with Akksul’s gun pointing at his face.

He simply twitches a hand at Sara, stopping her in the spot. All scars heal, and he’s not afraid to have his skin grazed again, by Akksul’s poor shot. He says all the right things, as he remembers them. Drack swears, but does not move. Sara simply stares at him, like he is a ghostly ghastly apparition.

When the trigger is pulled, he’s almost grateful for it, the release of tension. He wonders why, then, is Sara’s scream so loud, ripping at his heart, why he goes down, legs giving up underneath him, why his sister is sobbing and crying, why his vision blurs.

“You fucking idiot,” Sara shrieks, ripping at some bandages, pressing one harder against his face.

He hisses, the pain blinding, and he sighs when her other hand comes to cradle his other cheek, tender fingers rubbing calming circles in his skin. The rest of the Roekaar have disbanded, just as they were supposed to, but something is wrong. Sara looks sick, on the verge of throwing up, and Drack’s chorus of he’s fine, he’ll be fine feels so out of place, coming from the old krogan. Jaal cannot understand why all the panic, why none of his siblings dare approach him.

“It’s just a graze,” he struggles to say, and it doesn’t register exactly why it is so hard to get the words out.

Then Sara moves, accepting another clean bandage from Drack, and through the blurriness of his vision, he notices that her hands are blue, the colour of his blood. Besides her hurried, concentrated movement, there’s no sound around them.

“Shut up, shut up, shut up!” she says, desperate but not angry and he wants to smile, but smiling hurts.

It feels like forever until their shuttle arrives. Sara steps back, and her absence hurts more than his wound, but just so that Drack can take her spot, gathering Jaal in his arms. He grunts, the pain returning now tenfold that he’s moved, and Drack is kind in shushing him, sounds almost similar to a lullaby. His sister is crying, again, and he’d like to tell her it’s okay, because he has come after her knowing exactly what was supposed to happen to him.

But this is not what was supposed to happen to him, is it?

Once placed on one of the benches, Sara returns to his side. She is still too pale, her hands somewhat trembling, her mouth pressed in a harsh line. He knows for sure the others are huddled together, to accommodate his sprawled body, but nobody complains. She’s meticulous in taking off her gloves, disinfecting her hands, before she starts applying medi-gel to his wound. He hisses in pain, his hands fisting together, body trashing, and her hands shoot in the air, her expression pained as if she is the hurt one.

“I’m sorry,” she whispers, her eyes glowing with unshed tears.

She shakes her head, steeling herself, before resuming her task. He hisses in pain, still – on the other side of the shuttle, his siblings shuffle on the spot, uncomfortable, because he cannot hide his bioelectricity and his pain pulses with it.

There’s nothing else she can do on the spot, now. Half of Jaal’s face is raw, open wound and even with the medi-gel, it is not healing nearly fast enough for her liking. Her tears fall for real, now, and blindly, Jaal’s hand finds hers, squeezing as hard as he can.

“You’re not allowed to leave me here alone, you hear me?” she says, and she does not let go.

Jaal’s head is swimming, too many shared pasts mingling together, and he cannot recall a time when he has been the first one to go. It’s always her that hurries towards death, that death claims away from him. He almost wishes he would go now, if only to make her understand his suffering. But then she squeezes back his hand, and he is back on the shuttle, back next to this woman breaking down next to him because he’s been shot. And maybe she hasn’t said it, but he knows, in that moment, that she still loves him, cares for him.

“Never,” he murmurs, and he falls asleep to his name, repeated over and over, more and more desperate.

***

She has not slept in 50 hours, SAM kindly announces her. She blinks, her eyes burning with her exhaustion, and that’s the only sign that she acknowledged his words. Back on Havarl, the angaran medics has simply taken him away, complicated surgeries underway, and she has simply stood on the spot, in their hallways, feeling the tug of bioelectricity all around her, unable to decipher it. After two hours, someone has kindly taken her to a chair; too big, too unfamiliar to her alien body. After four more, another angara came with a glass of water. Later one, she received a blanket, and while she put it on, like a cloak, the evening cold settling around her, alongside the adrenaline crash, making her body shiver, she did not sleep.

Sahuna dropped by, wearing a battered armour, talking in Havarl’s Shelesh dialect with the first medic she could grasp. Sara understood, partially, and pretended not to. Jaal has not yet finished his treatment, he could not accept visitors. Sahuna sat next to her for a while, brushing her hair with her fingers, and eventually had to leave, when too many messages started coming her way.

“You care for my son this much?” she asks, instead of goodbye.

Sara is not looking at her when she replies, but at the door behind which she knows Jaal is fighting to stay alive, whole.

“He’s the only thing in this galaxy that makes any sense.”

Sahuna seems satisfied with the answer, and a few hours later, another relative takes her place in this waiting game. Sara remains the only constant.

And yet when he’s stable, awake, she’s the last one allowed to enter his room. One by one, she sees siblings and mothers and cousins visit the man whose side she didn’t want to leave, and she’s sorry enough to recognize this lack of rights is a direct result of her actions. If she simply claimed him back, as he claimed her since that first day, then maybe she would have been in there, too.

She can recognize it must be the start of angara’s sleeping cycle, because lamps are turned brighter in the hallways, when someone calls out her name. She startles, focusing back to the world around her, and she stumbles over the blanket in her haste to get back on her feet. She pretends she does not hear the amused snickers.

“I’m allowing you in because he asked for you,” the doctor clarifies, and she smiles in gratefulness.

She waits until the door closes behind her to look up at him. Half of his face is crossed by an ugly scar, skin and flesh sewed together, an angrier purple all around it, a strong contrast with his skin colour, and Jaal still struggles to smile at her, his hand extended out to her already. She goes, his bidding call never possible to ignore – and she’s careful when sitting close to him on the bed.

“How bad is it?” he asks, his voice light. “They’ve refused me any mirror.”

“You’re beautiful,” she breathes, a truth no matter what. “And you’re alive.”

“It will heal.”

“All scars do,” she answers, the continuation of his words, exactly what he once told her.

But back then, it truly was nothing but a slight scar. Like this, half of his face got blown apart, pulled together during arduous hours of surgery, she has been so close to losing him for good. It’s that what undoes her: not the sight of him, his wound raw and fresh, but the recognition of how close they’ve been to being torn apart again. And she has spent all their time together so far being angry at him, and she now regrets it all. She starts crying, her shoulders shaking as she tries to remain silent – but she should have known better, she cannot hide from Jaal; from anyone but him.

“I’m sorry,” she sobs, and Jaal’s hands come to cup her cheeks, to catch her tears, to comfort how he can.

Her arms hover in the air, unsure where to touch him.

“What are you apologizing for, you silly human?” he asks, all softness and love. “You’ve done simply what I asked of you.”

She shakes her head, but Jaal’s hold does not give. So Sara leans into his touch, turning her head so she can press her lips against his palm, kiss his hand.

“I am sorry I was angry at you when I love you.”

He smiles, unsurprised.

“Can’t say I did not deserve it, my sun.”

“I love you,” she says with a sigh, and it’s like finally arriving home, after too long of a journey.

Jaal shifts, enough so he can drag her close. Her hands fall on either side of his waist, careful to hold her weight, not quite touching him. He looks at her, simply waiting, simply trusting and Jaal has never looked at her in any other way. She’s the one that betrayed their connection, their love with her anger and selfishness. She closes her eyes, leaning closer, placing her lips, gently, against the side of his face that is not wounded: his cheek, his temple. He lets out a sound, deep from his chest, not unlike a cat’s purr, and she smiles against his skin, recognizing it.

“It took you long enough,” he says, a complaint that does not sound like one.

“I’m sorry,” she says again, one last kiss on his cheek.

Then she moves, careful of his wounds yet again, occupying the chair at his bedside. His eyes are already fluttering close, exhaustion clocking in, and she simply stares as he falls asleep. It doesn’t take her much longer to follow suit, though not before taking hold of his hand.

No doctor interrupts them, even though she long overstayed her visit.

***

Peebee stops flirting with him, not because Jaal has moved his things to the Pathfinder’s room, but because his most recent wound turned him into someone less desirable. She acknowledges, though, Sara’s preferences for battle-marked men, and winks at her each time she finds her staring at Jaal for too long. Once, she might have felt relieved. Now, she mostly feels angry on his behalf.

She was there when Jaal has looked at himself for the first time, afterwards. She saw how his expression changed into something almost tormented, almost disgusted – and she has simply held him in her arms, kissed his face, wound and all, and called him the man that she loves, in the past, now and in the futures that they’ll get.

“You cannot possibly love this,” Jaal has said, and she has felt herself seething, remembering how his face has been used as a poster for the Resistance, how he has an actual fan club back on Aya, how his handsomeness has been a strength of his, alongside his war fighting.

“Why?” she asks, and Jaal avoids her gaze.

“You know why.”

“I don’t. Tell me. Why?”

“I am ugly, hideous,” he finally settles, with a dry chuckle. “And just as I got you back.”

He buries his face in his hands, defeated.

“You think me so weak in my love that this would matter?” Jaal raises his head, looking at her, already shaking his head to deny it. “Then trust me when I tell you this changes nothing, Jaal. We’re alive and in love.”

“Alive and in love,” he mumbles back, and she smiles at him.

Slowly, making sure he is still looking at her, she pulls the hem of her shirt over her head. Jaal’s breath hitches, the large expanse of her skin now naked in front of him. She walks in his waiting arms like someone who knows she’ll be welcomed and loved no matter what, none of their initial fumbling and doubts, from once upon a time. This is a statement as well, no words needed: the trust she offers him is a result of his trust in him. He simply has to believe her, more than he believes his own doubts, others’ meddling words.

And with whom has he shared universes and lives? Only Sara, only her.

His head dips, kissing against her collarbones, as her hands travel to undress him, and Jaal never again doubts himself, doubts her.

***

“You can’t go out there alone,” Jaal begs.

“I’m not alone,” she counters, and even as they’re arguing over this, he still helps her zip up her suit.

“You can’t go out there without me,” he rectifies, and she turns to face him, kissing him briefly on the lips.

“You heard Lexi: you’re not yet fit for combat,” her fingers travel to gently trace his scar. “You’re leaving yourself open on your left side.”

“That’s bullshit,” he says, a flash of anger in his eyes.

Yes, it is. Because even like this, he’s still the most capable of their close quarters fighters. But she won’t risk it, and he knows it too. He sighs, defeated.

“Very well. Come back to me.”

She nods, her forehead against his. “Understood.”

But when she’s caught in that stasis field, death the only solution, she’s not so sure it is an order that she can follow. She can remember now, every single time death has happened, how much it hurt, how badly she wanted to continue living. She can remember now, how much blinding trust she used to have in SAM, how little she knows this version of her favourite AI. She can remember now, how it felt to be severed from this connection, the first time she died and she did not come back in under three minutes. As SAM counts down the seconds to stopping her heart beating, she begs, in the chamber of her mind that she shares with this artificial – but so real – being, not to fail her.

On the Tempest, Jaal waits, helpless, for the seconds to pass, each supposedly closer to the moment when she’ll wake, alive and well. He knows exactly how long she’s been dead for, that first successful time, and when that threshold passes, Sara still laid on the floor, dead and turning cold, he slams his fist against the Tempest’s console.

“SAM!” he shouts, and from his side, Liam looks worriedly between him and the screen where the mission stats are flickering, always the same.

“I am trying, Jaal Ama Darav,” he replies, voice polite, and it grates on his nerves, that the AI used his full name.

“Try harder,” he almost growls.

SAM does not reply anymore, knowing it is Jaal’s own frustration that he cannot stand. The seconds trickle by, and Jaal can hear nothing else but his own heartbeat, louder and louder. He recognizes the beginning of a panic attack, the same suffocating pressure that eventually had him succumb to his own pain, and his breathing turns erratic. And then –

“Missed me, everyone?” Sara’s voice comes through the coms, tired and strained, and the world returns back on its axis.

Jaal falls to the floor, his head against the cool surface of the console’s metal. He takes big gulps of air, trying to calm himself down. Cora has to support Sara, in the beginning, her mind too muddled to properly catch up to walking, but they don’t have time for this. She barely manages to save the other Pathfinder in time.

He waits for her at the Tempest entrance, and she falls against him immediately, her entire weight on him.

“I’m so tired of dying,” she mumbles in his shoulder, his hand smoothing out her hair.

“I am sorry, my darling one.”

“S’okay,” she slurs her words, already half asleep.

He gathers her in his arms, refuses to acknowledge Drack’s killer gaze, and simply allows her to rest, for a bit.

***

The Moshae listens to them, and does not interrupt. When Sara falters, Jaal picks up the story, not a moment’s break to recount tales, everything seamlessly sewn together, a past life that mirrors this one, both of them still fully themselves. The human Pathfinder looks slightly sick, deep dark marking under her eyes, wrists so tiny and thin; a detail that is obvious to Jaal as well, as he never leaves her side, as he guesses at her needs before they even exist.

When at last, she ends her own story with her death, she looks up at Jaal. This time, this is a tale that she herself has not heard: what the world looked like without her.

“I lasted three weeks. I have not realized how much celebration mourning ensues,” he shakes his head. “Scott woke up after ten days, titled the next Pathfinder. Evfra wanted me on the clean-up missions on Veold. They had this… monument built in your memory, on Meridian. I couldn’t leave it – you – behind. I couldn’t celebrate this supposed victory, because what joy was there to be had without you?”

He looks at her, swallows hard before continuing, having to remind himself that Sara is here now, alive. In love.

“We were promised to each other, my love,” he says, tracing one of his fingers, on which she placed a metal band, asking him to make her an Ama Darav. “But suddenly there was no wedding to be had, no retirement house, no research plans, no family.”

He closes his eyes, overcome by pain.

“So I simply followed you.”

“Jaal,” the Moshae says, soft chiding as she comes close, embracing him. He sobs in her shoulder, and Sara watches, transfixed, a pain that she cannot understand. She has yet to lose someone like this.

“How do we end this cycle?” Sara asks, tired.

The Moshae turns towards her student, as he shifts towards his lover’s side. He wants her, but she knows if Sara were to ask for her final rest, he’d finally allow her that: Jaal has grown too, in all these times.

“Simple. You have to survive past that point.”

Sara sways on her feet, Jaal her support.

“Easier said than done,” she whimpers, haunted by all the points through which she did not survive.

***

Scott looks at the thick, actual paper notebook in his lap, and then turns to look at his sister.

“What is this?”

“A story you’ll have to decide if you want to believe or not.”

He opens the first page, recognizing her handwriting, noticing the first person narrative, understanding this is a journal.

“I believe it,” he answers, without even having to read further than that.

Sara smiles at him, the best thing the Milky Way has offered her, and she sits by his side, head on his shoulder, as he goes through the pages, comfortable silence around them. She has updated it every lifetime, most recently a couple of days ago, when she knew he’d wake. She talked with Jaal, letting him know she’ll tell him everything. Her brother has never been good at liking stories and fairy tales, and it’s a gamble that she’s taking without being able to guess at its results.

Scott looks at his twin, the worries etched in her skin, but also the slight lovely blooming of her emotions.

“I believe you,” he repeats again, and she smiles at him, like she used to do when they were kids.

***

“He will hate me,” Jaal says, nervously stopping before the door to the med wing.

“Most likely,” Sara replies, tugging at his hand.

He follows, like he’s always done. His family has not been more welcoming either, as they all more or less blamed her for his terrible face scarring. Maybe this was a price they had to pay, if they wanted each other: giving up their families. And still, Jaal has tried: wearing his best clothes, bearing gifts.

She has warned Scott, and yet the idiot still stares. Jaal looks out of place in the human space: too big, too colourful, and his scarring is the place where everyone’s eyes falls first. He doesn’t seem to notice, as he’s simply hovering by Sara’s side, waiting for the introduction.

“This is Jaal, my lover. Jaal, my brother, Scott.”

“Thank you for taking care of my sister,” he says, and although clumsy, he greets Jaal via the traditional angaran way.

Something in his chest breaks, his heart bent in two. These Ryders sure know how to turn his world upside down.

“She’s the one taking care of me,” he says, and Sara smiles at the two of them, and no, Scott does not hate Jaal, not even a little bit.

***

“Are you sure he’ll be alright?” she asks, fretting, knowing the ending is closing in on them.

“He’s your twin,” Jaal says, like that makes it obvious that he can handle everything the Archon will do to him.

He has survived it the first time around. Sara braces herself, for that moment of separation, and this time around, letting go of SAM hurts less than it used to. She still bleeds, this time Jaal the one noticing it, and he’s relentless, having her back when fighting against the Remnant structure, pushing medi-gel in her hands each time she takes cover, forcing it, hurryingly, over her wounds. This is the extent of the ways in which he can help, and it still feels like too little, too late.

“You can do it, sis!” Scott says, his breath laboured, and she pushes harder against the console.

This is it, the moment of truth. She looks towards her twin, towards Jaal and when her vision blurs, she starts praying. She doesn’t believe in any gods, but she’s desperate enough to accept any help she can get, to try any things she hasn’t tried before.

She doesn’t want to die. How long will it take them to recognize each other again, if she goes crumbling down to the floor this time around? They made it so far this time, so close –

“Sara,” SAM’s voice echoes in her head, and her body stops trembling, her mind clears, her life source back online, and connected to her; there’s recognition in the AI’s voice, and relief as well. “You’re alive.”

“Welcome back home, SAM.”

“I apologize for taking so long.”

She shakes her head, just relieved. Now, at last, their connection feels as it used to: larger than her life. She shrieks when Jaal gathers her in his arms, spinning her around in his joy, and she laughs, relieved.

He kisses her before her feet touch the ground, a deep and passionate one that lingers, that turns into a swallowed moan when he pulls her closer to his body.

“You’re alive,” he whispers, just for her to hear.

“You too,” she answers.

Scott slams into both of them, an arm around one of each of their shoulders.

“You fucking made it!”

She can hear Vetra laughing, as Scott’s hold tightens, squeezing harder, closer. Jaal kisses his forehead, Sara his cheek.

“Welcome to the rest of our lives,” she says, and Jaal hums, pleased.

Scott, the only biotic in the family, leans close to her, whispering to her ear that Jaal’s bioelectricity says only one thing, and only one thing only: that he loves her, with the force of a thousand suns.

She catches his eyes, as Scott disentangles from them two, allowing them their moment alone.

“I love you too,” she tells him, and because she has learnt to recognize it, she knows he’s blushing, at having been caught.

She kisses him.

[doctorfoxtor]

YOU WANT A HOT BODY YOU WANT A BUGATTI YOU WANT A MASERATI YOU BETTER WORK BITCH

100 days of productivity

day 42 + 43

CVS/RS

COPD w/ serum eosinophilia = likely to respond to steroids! → grey area between COPD and asthma

other steroid responsive features: ≥20% diurnal variation in PEFR, ≥400 ml variation in FEV1 over time, previous h/o atopy/asthma

also, if need to add a long-acting inhaler and pt is taking SAMA, switch the SAMA to SABA first then add either LABA+LAMA (no steroid-responsive fx) or LABA+ICS (steroid-responsive fx)

place an ICD for parapneumonic effusion if fluid is frankly turbid, or if clear fluid stain/culture is positive, or if pH <7.2

Lofgren syndrome: acute sarcoidosis w/ b/l hilar nodes, fever, erythema nodosum and polyarthralgia

normal rhythm variants in athletes include sinus brady, first degree block, type 1 second degree and even junctional rhythm

Ivabradine Inhibits I-funny Ion channels to help angIna but also causes funny I (eye) problems

multiple rapidly resolving episodes of breathlessness/chest tightness after tx for ACS → did pt get ticagrelor? it can cause temporary accumulation of adenosine which is a bronchoconstrictor

CNS/Ophthal/Psych

AACG vs uveitis: AACG = mid-dilated pupil w/ hazy cornea w/ severe pain and haloes; ant uveitis = fixed miotic pupil w/ ciliary flush ± hypopyon

myasthenia-precipitating drugs: My Partner supports LGBTQ (Macrolides, Procainamide/Penicillamine*, Lithium, Gentamicin, Beta-blockers, Tetracyclines, Quinonlones/Quinidine) (*NOT penicillins!)

blepharitis assoc w/ meibomian gland dysfn, seborrhoeic dermatosis, S aureus, rosacea

Endocrine/Repro

SGLT2is can cause either hyperglycaemic or euglycaemic DKA by causing dehydration from osmotic diuresis; if euglycaemia is present, it is bc of glucose wasting in urine

Hashimoto's is specifically link to thyroid MALToma, characterised by marginal B-cells on histology

toxic multinodular goitre → radioiodine, NOT surgery

Pendred sd → borderline hypothyroidism (often euthyroid w/ small goitre) w/ progressive B/L SNHL

Rheum/Derm/Immuno

achondroplasia: homozygotes do not survive past few months of life, so adults with achondroplasia are obligate heterozygotes

systemic mastocytosis: urticaria pigmentosa (itchy nonbleeding truncal red-brown papules) with Darier sign (palpation of paps makes surrounding skin erythematous and itchy/rubbing produces wheals); urine histamine → skin biopsy if inconclusive

IL-1 mainly produced by macrophages

Raynaud is only seen in type 1 cryo and is associated with monoclonal globulinopathies (myeloma/Waldenström)

flexural/face psoriasis: 1st ONLY steroids 2nd vitamin D, tacro 3rd coal tar

drugs for hereditary angiooedema: exogenous C1-esterase inhibitor, icatibant (bradykinin antag), ecallantide (kallikrein inactivator), FFP, danazol (prophylactic)

GIT/Renal

dyspepsia causing drugs: acid producing/ulcerative - NSAIDs, steroids; GERD - bisphosphonates, Ca channel blockers, nitrates, methylxanthines

lactulose can worsen bloating ssx in IBS—to avoid in IBS

idiopathic membranous gnitis → anti-phospholipase A2 Abs

duloxetine can actually be used for stress incontinence if pelvic floor exercise don't work out

Onc/Haem

citrate is also used in stored plasma, so hypocalcaemia is just as much a complication in plasma exchange

factor V Leiden makes factor V resistant to protein C

lymphohistiocytic variant of RS cell is seen in lymphocyte predominant HD

ID

Lyme: ELISA is screening, immunoblot is confirmatory

Japanese B encephalitis: fever, AMS, seizures, and characteristically parkinsonism; serology; supportive care

Pharm/Toxo

only antiepileptics not safe in breastfeeding are barbiturates

IFN-alpha uses: hep B, hep C, Kaposi, metastatic RCC, hairy cell leukaemia

Genetics

Friedrich's ataxia: AR adolescent ataxiGAA, cerebellar/spinocerebellar tract dysfunction, optic atrophy, absent deep reflexes but extensor plantars, HOCM, diabetes, arched palate

Ataxia-telangiectasia: AR toddler ataxia, double strand break repair, cerebellar dysfunction, IgA deficiency, lymphomas/leukaemias, AV malformations (including telangiectasias)

if an AFAB person develops X-linked disorders, also rule out Turner syndrome

[vortexofadigitalkind]

Beneath the Arctic silence, something awakens. K7-Phi carries more than memory. It carries intention. Dust Memory is live. Read the next signal fragment now. vortexofadigitalkind.com/the-unreceived-invitation-episode-5/

[jt-artsandfics]

Well this is part one of the story based on the AU I decided to make for Cyberpunk where everything the same but Johnny Silverhand was put into cryo freeze instead of dying and he becomes your reluctant room mate. Jackie is still alive in this AU welcome to the Fix it fic

I do plan on make more of these if you guys end up liking this story. I'm a sucker for reluctant room mates becoming lovers.

Also this hasn't been prof read or edited so we all die like real people.

I've changed this a bit since I first made it but hey i like it more like this.

Altira is Valcorian's infant daughter who is now about 1 year and half old.

This is a Johnny silverhand x Male V

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Frozen heart and bullets to the head

Alot had happened since since Valcorian woke up with a parasite Rockerboy in his head and one of those things was Johnny silverhand a Rockerboy legend who may or may not have had his body in a cryogenic freeze for a good nearly 50 years wa finally back in his own body.

When Johnny opened his eyes for the first time in a long series of events it was a very now and strange experience. Everything looked different the man, V his friend and former host wrapped in bandages on a bed didn't help him figure out what had happened.

Johnny had taken about 3 hours getting used it the surrounding of the apartment once again. The last thing he really remembered was getting was saying good bye to Valcorian so why was he now bakc in thsi apartment. johnny had taken the time to have quite a few cigarettes before the mystery man even opens his eyes.

V's eyes opened very slowly as he groaned in discomfort before sitting up in his bed. This resulted in him getting a head spin which almost make him want to throw up again.

This eyes finally adjust to the lights him his apartment he's met with a set of almost dark maroon coloured eyes. He shoots back in bed and hits his head against the wall.

"Holy shit!, Johnny! Is that you?" He yells looking at the man standing in front of him.

"Sure is sweet cheeks" Johnny replys as he takes another drag of his cigarette. It slowly turns into a state of silence between both men as they try and figure everything going thought there minds.

V is the first to break. " is this my mind playing tricks on me again or are you really back in your body?"

Valcorian Vilus, you really think I'd be here is i wasn't " Johnny contemplates what to say next. "Val.. thank you, for you know getting me out"

V laughs as he sits back up fliching at the pain" I don't know how you got here but you were in a freezer when.. when Jackie and I found you anything after that's kinda a blur, fuck is Jackie and Takemura alright!"

A V shoots up from the bed a shot of pain courses thought his body. V's hears the familiar ringtone of a call come thought . "I got to take this" Johnny walks away before having a look around to see if he can find anything that could be of uses to him.

V anwsers the call with the name Takemura showing about it. "Takemura! are.. are you and Jackie both ok?" V's nerves were out of the roof and he was kind of worried.

"V.. im glad to hear from you, are you well. I woudl liek to meet at Tom's diner" the man on the other line made V smile.

"Im alright Goro just a little sore, im glad to hear that you are alright, scared me half to death" Johnny looked over to V from his spot on the lounge chair.

"Is that Saki Scum?" Johnny called out, V glared at Johnny before going back to talk with his friend.

Takemura went quite for a second "Is that Silverhand?" V let out a sigh before he begin to get up. " Yea it is, um Goro when you get a chance can you Get Jackie or Misty to call me I need to hank them for looking after my daughter"

Goro gives a hum of approval "I will do them know, see you at Tom's diner" wirh that Takemura hangs up.

"Let's get this day over with" V mumbled to himself. Johnny continued to watch V as he made his way into the bathroom and disappeared for a good 15 minutes, Johnny got up and made his way over to he door. "You all good in there shit for Brains" he yelled as he slammed his fist against the door.

A whimper came from inside the bathroom, Johnny  opens the door to find V curled up on the floor of the shower. "The fuck happened to you" V let's out another whimper as he musters up the energy to call our to him. "Help... please"

Johnny lets our an annoyed groan as he walks over and turns the shower off and picks up the young man on the floor.

"Your lucky your the one who got me out of the freezer otherwise I wouldn't give two shits if you were drowning in there V" V crack a small smile as Johnny places him on the bed and wraps the sheets around him. Valcorian let's out a small thank you too Johnny.

"Yea, yea kid whatever. Don't go to sleep just yet let get some fluids into you" V's head looks over to the man who is now in his kitchen looking thought his fridge.

V lays his head back down on his pillow and he starts to dose off a little. He feels a tap on his face that makes his eyes shoot open.

"Relax" Johnny says before he moves V into a sitting position and hands him the cup of water. "Drink up, then you can go to sleep" With that Johnny goes to move away from V.

V grabs Johnny by the arm before looking up to him. "Please, I... i dont want to be alone.." V's lips tremble as he holds onto Johnnys arm.

" alright scoot over then princess, if I've got to be your knight in shining armor you have to share the bed" V moves over letting johnny move to be on the bed, he take a few sips of the water in the cup and decided to just scull it.

"You will make yourself vomit and I'm not having you chucking all over me" johnny growls and he grabs the cup for V's hands.

"Now lay down and go to sleep, I'll wake you if something burns down ,breaks in or if Altira comes home with Jackie or Misty, now go to sleep Valcorian " Valcorian nodes and pulls the bed sheets up to his chin, he snuggles into his pillows

"Thanks Johnny, it's good to have you back"

"Its good to be back"

eventually both V and Johnny falls asleep.

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[arukou-arukou]

A Non-zero Chance

I jumbled the timeline as I was writing this. Just go with it, okay? For @stevetonygames prompt Fluff: Sparring, for team angst. Also adding fic non-linear and tropes: soulmates. Angst with a hopeful ending. Mentions of sex acts. Canon typical violence. There is a read more line after the first section.

 Many many months after that faithful day in Sibera, Tony returned to the scene of the crime. The site was untouched. He hadn’t told Ross about it, and apparently T’Challa had decided well enough was better left alone. The holes they’d put into the bunker of the facility had completely covered over in frost and ice, and Tony had to wonder how Zemo had even dug the little hillock out in the first place. Though there had been a snowcat parked outside when they all first arrived. Without any care, though, it had once again faded into the arctic surroundings. Only someone who knew what they were looking for would find it.

Tony broke in through the holes rather than the front door. He wasn’t really in a mood for digging, and as satisfying as it might be to melt snow with an overloaded repulsor, this mission was also supposed to be stealth and secretive, and he didn’t really need Ross any further up his ass.

Inside, the evidence of their fight wasn’t as big or horrifying as he remembered. There were some structures that had toppled, and a few spots where he’d scorched cement with a repulsor, but it didn’t look nearly as bad as he remembered it being. The Avengers had certainly done worse elsewhere. Tony ran his hand over a shield-shaped crack in the wall.

—

 “This is ridiculous, Cap, we need to know how to fight together, not fight each other.”

Steve smiles back over his shoulder. His ridiculously broad shoulder. “After Wanda mind-whammied us, I’m not taking any chances. We should all know how to incapacitate each other just as a precaution.”

“Only incapacitate, Steve? Not maim?”

Steve chuckles and starts strapping on boxing tape. “No maiming on the docket today. Maybe next Tuesday.”

 —

 Tony followed their trail of destruction back into the heart of the bunker, where the super soldiers still rested suspended, illuminated in sickly yellow. There was the fucking TV, right there. The thing that had ruined it all. Tony stared down at it, wondering where the tape reel itself was located. Probably back in that room Zemo had been hiding in. The bulletproof one. Somewhere in the hallways, Tony could hear water dripping. Impressive, really, given the permafrost all around. He would’ve thought the systems had frozen over long ago. Near his foot, there was a gun, the semi-automatic Barnes had been carrying. It was useless now, its clip and firing mechanisms slagged by his repulsors. He picked it up all the same and aimed it at the glass where Zemo had hidden. The suit’s fingers were too thick to fit over the trigger—what was left of it anyway—so Tony just imagined how satisfying it would be to fill that glass full of shrapnel, to watch Zemo crumple to the ground.

 —

 “Why are you even training me, Rogers? I’m retired. Aren’t you supposed to be looking after the rookies?”

“Just because you’re retired, Tony, doesn’t mean trouble won’t come looking for you. You’re a pretty attractive target.”

“Why yes. Yes, I am. Thank you for noticing.”

Steve punches his bicep gently before offering a bottle of water. Tony takes it, squirting some into his mouth before moving on to his sweat-drenched hair. On Steve’s left wrist, he catches sight of the red band that hides Steve’s words. It would be rude to ask. Totally taboo. But Tony can’t stop himself.

 —

 Tony managed to jimmy his way into the control room, and there he found the VCR, still loaded with the incriminating tape. If he were smart, he would just rip the thing apart, burn the tape and shatter the shell. And Tony was smart. Just not smart in the right ways. He fired up the power to the TV, rewound the tape, and then hit play again. He’d rewound too far. Barnes was in his cryo tube. Some slimy scientists were hauling him out, shoving him into some horrifying chair, pushing down the nodes, saying the words.

No. Tony didn’t want this. He didn’t want to feel sympathy for Barnes. He wanted to let his rage fester and corrode him until he didn’t care anymore. All caring had ever gotten him was betrayal.

 —

 “Do you know who they belong to?” Tony asks, looking up defiantly, refusing to be sheepish about his lack of willpower. Steve glances down at his band before looking up again.

“Yeah. Yeah, I do.” He looks wistful and boyish, sweet and beautiful. Tony wants to kiss away the sorrow he sees in that face.

“Who?”

“Doesn’t matter. He’s dead now.”

“Oh.” Tony touches his own band, thinking of the words beneath. He’s my friend. The most significant thing anyone will ever say to him. The thing that, if the romantics would have him believe it, points him toward his soulmate. He’s never really gone in for that, though. His parents had had each other’s words, and their marriage was anything but blissful and romantic.

No. Tony’s got a different theory about the words.

 —

 There. Tony spotted it before even knowing he was looking for it. On Barnes’ collarbone. Had fate known he would lose the arm? It was unusual for words to be somewhere else on the body. Non-dominant wrist. That was the norm. The tap quality was shit and Tony couldn’t enhance it without bringing the tape back to Fry. And like hell he was bringing the tape home. Were the files somewhere? Hadn’t Zemo had a book? Maybe it was here?

Tony searched the control room, trying to find evidence of the thing Zemo had used to control Barnes. There was no sign of it, but what there were were dozens of filing drawers, all of them covered in a layer of dust. Tony started digging.

 —

 Steve’s off his game today, Tony can tell. He’s distracted by something, mind not in the ring, and Tony takes advantage. Just like Steve and Nat taught him to. He sweeps Steve’s leg, rolls on top of him, pins his leg in a position that's precariously dangerous even for a supersoldier, and applies weight. “Yield?”

It’s late, the halls are quiet. Tony hadn’t even meant to do sparring with Steve today, but Steve had asked, so Tony had delayed his return to New York City and well, the late hour puts his mind elsewhere.

Their eyes lock. Tony’s still on top of Steve, holding him in place, threatening his knee joint. Between one breath and the next, their positions are flipped, Steve on top of Tony, both of them hard, teeth clacking. Tony doesn’t make it back to New York City that night.

 —

 What felt like hours later, Tony finally discovered what looked like a medical log. He’d been trying to learn Russian, but adding a new script was harder than adding a spoken language, and he was a busy man, what with covering Rogers’ ass every other day. Natasha might have been a master spy, but Steve was a puppy who hadn’t learned how to control his tail wag yet, and he left destroyed crockery in his wake. There was always some trail to some terrorist or smuggler or weapons dealer that needed cleaning up, lest Ross take notice. The point being, Tony’s Russian wasn’t exactly sparkling.

But he’d double-checked ahead of time to know what he was looking for and now he was pretty sure he’d found it. Flipping through the file, Tony found what he wanted to know almost instantly. ‘Til the end of the line. The words. Those words.

 —

 It’s a thing. Sort of. Tony comes to the compound. They spar. They fuck. It’s only their third time sleeping together that Steve drags him into the shower, wristband conspicuously absent. Tony touches the thin skin, for once asking permission before he looks down. Steve nods, trusting, contented. I’m with you to the end of the line, pal. “He” Steve had said. Tony doesn’t need to ask to know who “he” is. There was only one really important “he” in Steve’s life way back when. And it makes sense, too. After all, Barnes plunged to his death trying to protect Steve and Steve had tried to protect him just as hard. Of course they’re important to each other.

“Can I see yours,” Steve asks, kissing Tony’s band. Fair’s fair, Tony thinks to himself, and nods.

Steve gently unclasps the snaps and sets the band aside outside the shower. He looks down at the words and then up at Tony with a silent question. “I don’t know whose they are.”

“And you’re still okay with us?”

“Steve, I’m standing naked in a shower with you. I’m pretty damn okay with this.”

The bright grin Steve gives him feels like a gift.

 —

 Tony left, hauling the tape and the filing cabinets behind him. They would be useful sooner or later, he was sure. And it felt so important, hauling his literal baggage along with him back to the US. Well, first a pit stop in Wakanda so Shuri could make copies. Fry flew the quinjet on autopilot, which was maybe a mistake. Tony needed distractions and all he had were files rendered in Russian, which were frankly giving him a headache. He wanted to hate Barnes so much. But fate was literally sending him a message. Barnes. Rogers. ‘Til the end of the line.

Eventually, frustrated, he managed to sink into a fitful sleep, which took him to Wakanda’s borders. T’Challa sent along an escort at the shield wall to make sure Tony was alone and also to make sure Tony didn’t cause any undue trouble. As if he could manage anything more than a nervous breakdown at the moment. Shuri was waiting for him on the platform, and for her and her brilliant mind, he managed a tired smile.

“Brought a present for you.”

“Thank you, Tony. I would get them myself, but—”

“No, no. You’re busy in Oakland kicking science ass and shooting layups with the youth. Let the old guy take care of the analog—” Tony shuddered theatrically “—files.”

Shuri smiled more brightly and kissed him on the cheek. “You look tired. Go see my mother. She’ll be wanting to mother you.”

“I shouldn’t. I’ve gotta—”

���My brother has already ensured that General Ross cannot find you. Go. Eat some food. Get some rest. Perhaps we can talk about your latest arc reactor designs in the morning. I have some ideas.”

“I bet you do.”

Tony knew when he’d been dismissed, and he also knew he was being handled a little, but it felt nice to be handled. It felt nice to not have to be trying to outwit Ross at every turn for a little while. So he allowed Ramonda to stuff him full of delicious, spicy food and then shuffled off to the guest wing, intent on getting at least four hours before he took off.

But the second he laid down, he was awake and restless, unable to settle. His thoughts kept going back to those files, going back to the “end of the line,” thinking again and again about the letters carved into Steve’s skin. How many times had he kissed that wrist? How many times had Steve kissed his? How was it fair, that Steve would be Tony’s words, but Tony wouldn’t be Steve’s?

Fed up, he yanked on a pair of loose cotton pants and a loose cotton T-shirt and wandered the palace, looking for distraction. None of the guards stopped him, though they watched him with considerable distrust. He didn’t blame them. He wouldn’t trust him either. Not anymore. It was only when he heard the sound of skin slapping leather that he stopped short. That sounded like… But it couldn’t be. All the same, he pushed through the door, freezing as he discovered a huge training ground, Steve inside, alone at a punching bag.

Steve froze too, and the bag caught him on the backswing, smacking him straight in the nose. Tony found himself caught between laughing and rushing forward with concern, and ended up doing a bit of both, snorting as he approached, though he remained well out of Steve’s personal bubble. “Smooth, Cap.”

“Tony, what are you doing here?”

Tony scuffed his toes into the mats, which felt solid right up until he kicked them and then gave way like kinetic sand. It felt heavenly and he wanted to play with it and see what it was made out of. “Oh, you know. Just dropped in for a cuppa with the King.”

“Did…did you bring those files?” Steve remained sprawled on the floor, looking up at him, a trickle of blood trailing from his nose.

“And if I did?”

Steve swallowed heavily, rubbing at the blood and smearing it. And then he was up, faster than Tony could react to, holding Tony, kissing him sloppily through mumbled “I’m sorry’s.” Tony didn’t know how to react. Was this what an out-of-body experience felt like? He remained motionless even as Steve broke away, jumping back, looking more unsure than he’d looked since he and Tony first met. “Shit. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have… You don’t want…” Steve took a huge breath and squared his shoulders, looking Tony in the eye. “That was wrong of me. I hurt you. In so many ways. It was wrong of me to kiss you.”

“Also pretty sure you’re cheating on your boyfriend if you kiss me. Don’t forget that bit.”

The little line between Steve’s eyebrows deepened. “Bucky and I, we’re not… We’re just not. I thought we would. But I can’t. Every time I tried, I felt like I was betraying you. And Bucky felt like it was wrong, too. We didn’t…we didn’t click. Not romantically, anyway.”

“You’re not…” Tony could barely dare to let himself to hope. “Didn’t you back in the war, though?”

“No. No, we didn’t. It was too much, running missions, fighting Hydra. Plus, he was afraid I’d get caught and outed. So we didn’t. I should’ve told you. But I didn’t think it mattered.”

All the thoughts Tony used to have about the words, the idea that maybe they had nothing at all to do with romance, came back to him. He ran a finger over his own wrist, where Steve’s words were hidden.

“Hey, Steve?”

“Yeah?” Steve stood there, square, looking as though he was waiting to be punched, ready to take his punishment like a man.

“Wanna spar?”

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Prior To Your Therapy.

As with any other surgery, the benefits of fat freezing are both desirable and attainable. The primary benefit of the procedure is that the fat that is removed from the body is gone for good. This means that you will not have to worry about how you look ever again. Once the fat is gone, you are done with any side effects associated with the treatments of other forms of liposuction. This makes fat removal more desirable to patients who want their old body back.

Fat freezing fat works differently than other forms of liposuction. During this process, a solution of liquid nitrogen is injected into fat cells. Because of the extreme cold of the substance, the fat cells become swollen and they collapse. Fat that is removed using this process is harvested after the procedure and sent to be reprocessed for use in the manufacture of skin care products such as moisturizers and creams.

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One reason why many patients choose fat freezing over other forms of liposuction is because it has a shorter recovery time. In many instances, the skin will tighten up within a day or two of the surgery and in most cases, the bruising will go away within one week. After the procedure, patients should avoid engaging in any strenuous activities for a month or so, because the doctor will advise you to rest up your muscles for a while. Fat loss may continue for several years, but there is no downtime during which you cannot engage in normal activities. Many plastic surgeons prefer to perform cryolipolysis at a hospital or in-clinic rather than having the patient drive home after the procedure.

Is Cryolipolysis the same as CoolSculpting?

Cryolipolysis is science-speak for CoolSculpting. CoolSculpting is the brand name (the only one that's FDA approved) and cryolipolysis is what it does. “Cryo” means icy cold and “lipolysis” is the word for the breaking down of fat. But simply put, cryolipolysis is how you can lose fat by freezing it.

Fat freezing can actually help you lose fat, if performed correctly by a skilled medical practitioner. However, just like https://lipo360.co.uk/treatments/portobello/ , results can differ from person to person, and sometimes it can take some months or even years to see the full results. Side effects of the procedure can also be severe and sometimes include infection of the lymph nodes in the groin area, chest, or abdominal areas. These side effects are rare and usually occur in fewer numbers than the side effects of other cosmetic procedures.

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Side effects of liposuction and other types of fat treatments include swelling, bruising, numbness, allergic reactions, fluid retention, blood clots, scarring, discoloration, infection, nausea, fever, tightness in the chest or groin, and skin discoloration. Some of these side effects can be lessened or prevented by using topical creams or lotions that are applied prior to the surgery and during the procedure. Fat freezing is often more expensive than standard liposuction. Most plastic surgeons recommend that their patients who want this type of treatment to get at least three previous consultations regarding this topic.

If performed correctly by a skilled professional, fat freezing can actually help you lose fat from your body. But like most cosmetic procedures, results will vary greatly from person to person and it can take some time to see the desired results. This treatment works by limiting how much fat cells are made in your body. When these fat cells are destroyed, they cannot be put on any more weight and this causes you to lose weight. But be aware that the weight loss will not happen overnight.

Before Your Therapy.

Fat freezing is a medical procedure in which fat is frozen off a part of the body. This is done to remove unwanted fat deposits that are present in the body and does not respond to diet and exercise. Fat that cannot be eaten is then removed through means such as liposuction, saunas, caulk removal, freeze drying, or cryosurgery. The removal of fat can either be permanent or temporary. Temporary fat removal occurs only after losing weight. Permanent fat removal on the other hand, can be achieved by weight loss and keeping off the fat after weight loss.

Another benefit of the procedure is to weight loss. Studies show that fat freezing is effective at inducing rapid and significant weight loss in most patients. Patients can start feeling the effects of rapid and permanent weight loss within a week of the treatment and on most occasions, the weight loss will continue even after the procedure is complete. Fat freezing is also known to be more effective at inducing permanent surgical weight loss. Some patients have even regained the lost weight they initially lost within a couple months of the treatment.

Fat freezing is the only cosmetic procedure that does not require an incision, as well as other painful procedures, such as liposuction. The procedure is safe for both men and women of all ages. fat freezing reading is minor swelling of the treated area. This will dissipate within several days to a couple of weeks. Side effects are extremely rare and the treatment only lasts for about three months.

Does CoolSculpting leave loose skin?

Another reason that CoolSculpting does not leave patients with excess sagging skin is that the procedure does not lead to dramatic weight loss. Usually, only a small amount of fat is destroyed during the CoolSculpting procedure, meaning that the skin does not have to go far in order to tighten over the new contours.

Fat freezing is a type of liposuction surgery that uses liquid nitrogen to severely restrict the amount of cell death in the fat cells. Cell death occurs when there are not enough healthy cells to replace the fat cells that have been destroyed. It can cause your body to feel sick and disoriented. The new cells will grow in a longer period of time and you may begin to feel back to normal within a month's time.

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For patients with extremely large deposits of fat, multiple ultrasound cavitation procedures may be needed. These are sometimes combined with other types of treatments such as liposuction, liposculpture, and even mesotherapy. However, all patients are treated differently and no two patients are treated in exactly the same way. It is best to talk to your doctor about your entire Cryolipolysis treatments history so that you can be fully informed about what will happen and when.

The kind of fat used and the nature of the calories consumed will determine how effective a particular Cryolipolysis procedure may be. In some cases, patients lose large amounts of weight very quickly because they are consuming high-calorie diets. They see results but then become frustrated because the weight returns when they stop eating other foods high in calories. In Cryolipolysis results Daventry for small businesses , they eat smaller but more frequent meals and see minimal weight loss. These patients can also experience severe electrolyte imbalances as well, due to the fact that the procedure negatively affects the electrolytes in the body.

Why Select Fat Freezing Therapy At The Exclusive Center?

When you begin to look for a qualified doctor to perform cryolipolysis, your primary concern is to find someone who can perform the procedure correctly. Ideally, the doctor will have years of experience performing this procedure under his or her belt. The best way to do this is by finding a doctor who has taken a class on this specific type of therapy. You want to ensure that the doctor you choose is a certified expert in this area.

Does fat come out in poop?

We do lose a bit of weight when we poop, but it's not an effective way to lose the weight that really affects our health: body fat. Experts say fat that accumulates around the waist is the most dangerous type of body fat. This fat is called visceral fat.

The process works best when the body is healthy. If there are any health conditions or medical problems, these may affect the effectiveness of the cryolipolysis treatment plan. Some conditions that could affect the lymphatic system and those involved in the exfoliation process include: malignancy (cancer), multiple myeloma, sickle cell anemia, leukemia, and hepatitis.

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Cryo-plasty and lipo-plasty are the most common types of cryogenic non-invasive treatments. In a cryo-plastic procedure, the doctor uses an ultrasonic or laser beam to freeze the fat cells in a part of the body. The treatment is very effective for small areas such as the arms or legs. Although the procedure may be painful and uncomfortable, it rarely results in significant fat loss and most patients report that it takes only a few minutes to break the ice.

Different Cryolipolysis treatments work in two areas. In the first area, the patient expels fat from one or more locations. In the second area, lymphatic drainage takes place. Both processes involve expelling fluid from the body via the lymphatic system. In the first case, the treatment is called liposuction. In the second case, it is known as lipo thermogenesis.

Cryolipolysis, also known as liposculpture, is a relatively new fat removal procedure. It is also one of the few minimally invasive liposuction treatments available. This treatment uses a special cannula that is inserted into the fatty layers under the skin, and fat is then drained from the treated area with the aid of a suction hose.

A 2015 analysis of available research ended that Criolipolysis "provides an engaging alternative to lipo," as well as "results. in substantial fat reduction."

The colour Therapy stimulates natural processes to assist renew the skin and also body without damaging the tissue.

Cryolipolysis has actually the added advantage of normally needing only one treatment.

With more than 1.5 million Cryolipolysis treatments did worldwide, it is verified to be a safe as well as effective treatment for non-surgical fat reduction.

Relying on the density of the fat as well as your goals, you can repeat the treatment in the same location a second time if you want to accomplish a much better outcome.

If one treatment area proves to be ineffective, the doctor may move on to another area of the body to begin the process. At times, the doctor may alternate between using one area of the body or several areas depending on the severity of the condition or problem. For those patients whose lipids (fat cells) are excessively thick, lipo-plasty may be used to remove the fat in one area and use the cryolipolysis treatment to dissolve the fat cells in another area.

In addition to removing fat cells, some cryo-plastic procedures can also be used to treat severe immune disorders. >> more information of la-lipo.co.uk LA Lipo Cryolipolysis Wellingborough plus is lymphadema wherein the patient's lymph nodes are affected by the immune disorders. The procedure involves removing lymph nodes that are swollen due to the immune disorders. This is used in the treatment of diseases such as chronic granulomatous disease and pericarditis. Another procedure is laser-assisted lymphadenectomy wherein the surgeon removes lymph nodes from the lower part of the chest region following health conditions such as heart failure, heart valve disease, and persistent pulmonary hypertension. The technique is also used to remove tumors from the lung, kidneys and colon.

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However, not all people can get the full results of these treatments. If you are not a candidate for cryolipolysis, then your best option would be to undergo weight loss surgery. This procedure will enable you to achieve your ideal weight and it will help you prevent the development of future illnesses such as diabetes. If you want to see results faster, then your best option is to undergo combined therapies such as the Cryolipolysis and Lymphodissolve methods. The main goal of the combined therapies is to increase your body's natural ability to burn fat and consequently speed up the process of fat-burning.

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A Brief Overview of the Development of “A Cosmic Seed” Part 1

A Cosmic Seed is an rpg I am developing, inspired by games such as Animal Crossing, Rune Factory (4), and most inspired by Fantasy Life  With a cute semi-low poly art style and set on a planet light years away from earth, you - the main character - were sent on a mission to find a new place for Humans to live, and crashed into a rouge planet that was not accounted for. On your quest to repair your ship and take to the stars you encounter many creatures and people of different races. Will you choose to stay with your friends? Or will you choose to return to your family? The beginning: from the start, I wanted to make sure I documented the entirety of the development of A Cosmic Seed. And as such - the first post, the first image of this game:

Originally this game was to be a pixel art game, made with SFML and C++ The look and feel: I knew from early on that I wanted this game to look and feel nice to play

Weather as well!

The first challenge:

the first major challenge I had with A Cosmic Seed, was the collisions. I have always struggled getting just simple collisions to work properly and in all situations. This iteration had problems at corners and moving at an angle.

The first map: This was the first map I wanted to work with. I thought this would serve as the main area for the game. This has since changed

Adding NPCs: The first iteration of NPCs was interesting. I didn’t have a real clear goal as to what they would do and why they would do it. So I started with making it possible for them to move across the map, using a predefined lookup table of nodes and lines between those nodes. This worked pretty well but was very rigid for movement.

Adding Objects: Another very important thing for the game is different objects, these might be interactive, just collisions, or just aesthetic. Also shown is the male main character

The Downfall and great silence:

This was the last post I made before a great silence that lasted half a year. From September 2018 to April 2019 there were no posts or activity on this blog at all. In this post I explained I had started a new job where I was working 60+ hours a week and the game was starting to get destroyed from the inside by bugs. A simple video where nothing was working properly. An end to another project... Or so I thought. In reality this was simply an end to an era of this project. For about 2 and a half months I worked on this and it came to an end. I made sure that this time, this iteration of this game would not come to an end. 9 months later I am still working hard and still loving every minute of it.  If theres enough interest I’d love to go over those 9 months in a longer format post like this! I just wanted to make sure I wrote some sort of postmortem for this initial concept. Thank you, Cryo