#dust monitoring instruments

[nasa]

Sharpening Our View of Climate Change with the Plankton, Aerosol, Cloud, ocean Ecosystem Satellite

As our planet warms, Earth’s ocean and atmosphere are changing.

Climate change has a lot of impact on the ocean, from sea level rise to marine heat waves to a loss of biodiversity. Meanwhile, greenhouse gases like carbon dioxide continue to warm our atmosphere.

NASA’s upcoming satellite, PACE, is soon to be on the case!

Set to launch on Feb. 6, 2024, the Plankton, Aerosol, Cloud, ocean Ecosystem (PACE) mission will help us better understand the complex systems driving the global changes that come with a warming climate.

Earth’s ocean is becoming greener due to climate change. PACE will see the ocean in more hues than ever before.

While a single phytoplankton typically can’t be seen with the naked eye, communities of trillions of phytoplankton, called blooms, can be seen from space. Blooms often take on a greenish tinge due to the pigments that phytoplankton (similar to plants on land) use to make energy through photosynthesis.

In a 2023 study, scientists found that portions of the ocean had turned greener because there were more chlorophyll-carrying phytoplankton. PACE has a hyperspectral sensor, the Ocean Color Instrument (OCI), that will be able to discern subtle shifts in hue. This will allow scientists to monitor changes in phytoplankton communities and ocean health overall due to climate change.

Phytoplankton play a key role in helping the ocean absorb carbon from the atmosphere. PACE will identify different phytoplankton species from space.

With PACE, scientists will be able to tell what phytoplankton communities are present – from space! Before, this could only be done by analyzing a sample of seawater.

Telling “who’s who” in a phytoplankton bloom is key because different phytoplankton play vastly different roles in aquatic ecosystems. They can fuel the food chain and draw down carbon dioxide from the atmosphere to photosynthesize. Some phytoplankton populations capture carbon as they die and sink to the deep ocean; others release the gas back into the atmosphere as they decay near the surface.

Studying these teeny tiny critters from space will help scientists learn how and where phytoplankton are affected by climate change, and how changes in these communities may affect other creatures and ocean ecosystems.

Climate models are one of our most powerful tools to understand how Earth is changing. PACE data will improve the data these models rely on.

The PACE mission will offer important insights on airborne particles of sea salt, smoke, human-made pollutants, and dust – collectively called aerosols – by observing how they interact with light.

With two instruments called polarimeters, SPEXone and HARP2, PACE will allow scientists to measure the size, composition, and abundance of these microscopic particles in our atmosphere. This information is crucial to figuring out how climate and air quality are changing.

PACE data will help scientists answer key climate questions, like how aerosols affect cloud formation or how ice clouds and liquid clouds differ.

It will also enable scientists to examine one of the trickiest components of climate change to model: how clouds and aerosols interact. Once PACE is operational, scientists can replace the estimates currently used to fill data gaps in climate models with measurements from the new satellite.

With a view of the whole planet every two days, PACE will track both microscopic organisms in the ocean and microscopic particles in the atmosphere. PACE’s unique view will help us learn more about the ways climate change is impacting our planet’s ocean and atmosphere.

Stay up to date on the NASA PACE blog, and make sure to follow us on Tumblr for your regular dose of sPACE!

[ladysleep51]

Ghost in the Shell

Negleted male reader x batfamily chapter 1

Probably bad English ⚠️

Prologue - cap 2

Y un montón de orgullo argentino la puta madre >:)

You certainly always were weird, a weird boy and then a weird man

You were born from one night between a respectable and loving woman like your mother and...Bruce.Then you lost the most important woman in your life and your home as a child.

Then you grew up with your father and your family

You were so excited to make them happy, but it was all in vain.His false promises only brought sad hopes to the child.

You naively believed his words without thinking that they were lies or insults

You stayed alone so as not to suffer the consequences of such a beautiful life that could only have been a dream For the child who found comfort in his computer and later considered it his home

Considering the internet as your place, just for being yourself, and then evolving over the years, bringing happiness to millons of persons and hiding invisible shortcomings and pains.

From your first videos as a child to your last as a young adult who inspired others with his parodies, sketches and his accordion, native to your beautiful Argentina and inherited from your mother

Only to begin your own mourning after finishing your shift in the kitchen where you worked and passing away

You were young, still studying and working for a better future for yourself as a Latino only to die with two gunshots to the chest, lying on the floor of an alley

And that was your story so far. Locked inside the same technology that accompanied you in life in one way or another

You possessed your computer,ridiculous as it sounds,Only able to see your own room and what you considered almost your home

According to a Gotham website that recorded deaths, you had died a few days ago.You were successfully registered in the database as t/n and recognized by your family

No one has entered your room since then and for now you have only been doing your same daily routine on the internet, without your work, your few friends and studies of course, trying to understand yourself

Only Alfred came in, bringing with him some personal pain for the loss, you hid from him pretending to be turned off by fear..

The man meticulously dusted the objects in the unopened room while you stood in pure silence with your...Monitor? Face? Off

He walked around the room, stopping after a few steps to see somethings like it was a musem Posters,figures from series or games that Alfred din't know, drawings full of your unique creativity, your old sheets, the stickers of candy promos on the window and other places stuck

Your room seemed almost trapped in time and you loved it that way

Finally, the two great exhibits of "your museum" were your beautiful, and beautiful accordion..or how you like to call it,acordeón o Gardelito Demonstrating your people's characteristic love for your country

It was a beautiful old accordion painted black with a "fileteado" Showing your light blue and white flag with a sun in the center with all its pride

The brightness of the instrument made it charming to anyone and captivated the old butler who looked with interest at its keys

The old man's wrinkled hand landed on the keyboard, about to touch a key, then closed slightly and moved away, welcoming him to the latest exhibit: an old computer

Your old computer

And you

So many years sitting at the same table in front of an old blue chair entertaining one of Wayne's sons..

Only to be seen empty and sad without her partner in the silence of the room

It wasn't the most shocking image the butler had ever seen, but it provoked...a feeling of regret and pain

For the absence of someone Alfred knew deserved a chance

[livingforstars]

Searching For Solar Systems - November 15th, 1996.

"Observational astronomy has provided evidence of the existence of massive Jupiter-sized planets orbiting distant suns, protoplanetary disks of gas and dust surrounding newly formed stars, and planetary bodies orbiting exotic stellar corpses known as pulsars. Indeed, the formation of planets seems to be a broader and more varied phenomenon than previously imagined. Are there nearby solar systems with Earth-sized planets as well? Many would answer yes, but small, relatively low mass planets orbiting sun-like stars - which might be capable of supporting life - are extremely difficult to detect. One possible approach to this daunting observational problem is to regularly monitor the light from many solar-type stars, searching for the slight decrease in brightness which signals the transit of a small planet in front of the stellar disk. A proposal for a space-based instrument to engage in such a program, the Kepler Mission, is illustrated above. In this concept, the monitoring space telescope orbits the Sun, slowly drifting away from Earth. The goal of this mission would be to discover Earth-sized planets in the habitable zone of solar-type stars, taking a step toward answering the profound question - Does life exist on other worlds beyond our Solar System?"

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

Space junk falling to Earth needs to be tracked—meteoroid sounds can help

Space junk and meteoroids are falling to Earth every year, posing a growing risk as they re-enter the atmosphere at high speeds. Researchers are using infrasound sensors to track these objects, including bolides, which are meteoroids breaking apart in the sky.

New research presented at the EGU General Assembly (EGU25) shows that infrasound signals can help track these objects, but the trajectory needs to be considered, especially for objects entering at shallow angles. This study highlights the importance of improving monitoring techniques for planetary defense and space junk management.

Every year, Earth gets a bit bigger. Thousands of metric tons of space dust fall from the sky, while about 50 tons per year of meteorites crash land somewhere on the surface. Since the 1960s, space junk has also occasionally returned to Earth, falling from a hazy sphere of trash encircling the planet. Remnants of rockets, tools lost by space-walking astronauts, defunct satellites, and more fly through lower Earth orbit, reaching speeds of 18,000 miles per hour.

When any item—whether space rock or space junk—enters the atmosphere, scientists try to track its path to estimate where it will land. Will the item in question plunk straight down, or will it fly along at an angle before skittering to a halt?

In a new study to be presented at the General Assembly of the European Geosciences Union, Elizabeth Silber, a scientist at Sandia National Laboratories, will consider how infrasound sensors—instruments that detect sounds at lower frequencies than humans can hear—listen for bolides. Bolides are the bright flashes and booms from large meteoroids breaking apart high in the sky. These events release huge amounts of energy, creating shock waves that travel as infrasound signals across thousands of kilometers.

But here's the challenge: Bolides aren't like explosions that happen in one place. They are moving, generating sound along their path as they travel through the sky. This movement matters, especially for meteoroids and space debris that enter shallow angles. In those cases, different infrasound stations might pick up signals coming from different directions, making it harder to pinpoint the source.

Motivated by this problem, Silber used a network of infrasound sensors around the world maintained by the Comprehensive Test Ban Treaty Organization (CTBTO), an organization tasked with listening for illicit explosions. These instruments also record anything else that claps or booms, from thunder to supersonic aircraft. Using signals specifically from bolides, Silber isolated the purely geometric component for her analysis.

She found that if a bolide enters Earth's atmosphere at a relatively steep angle—greater than 60°—analysis of the infrasound signal gets the trajectory right. But when it comes more horizontally, the uncertainty increases.

"Infrasound from a bolide is more like a sonic boom stretched across the sky than a single bang," Silber says. "You must account for the fact that the sound is being generated along the flight path."

And so, this study highlights a critical need: to consider the trajectory of an object when interpreting infrasound data. Infrasound instruments are indispensable for planetary defense, according to Silber, and the findings are relevant to Earth-bound space junk. If you don't know where something is going, then you have a hard time preparing for it.

[noonaishere]

Music of the Heart [J.YH] - eighty-six | hack behavior

You couldn’t pay attention to what you were doing. 

Part of you was completely distracted by the idea that Yunho was busy with a fucking sting operation, of all fucking things. If y/n got him hurt or killed, you’d never forgive her. It’d mean you’d have to get a new editor, and that’d suck because she was a really good editor, but you’d cut ties with her on principle. And then you’d help Yunho sue her.

Despite your being distracted, whenever you did try to concentrate on something, you found yourself feeling… bored? Maybe it was because the distraction was so much more exciting than work but, whatever the reason, you couldn’t help it.

You had come to work that morning hoping to get a lot done: you had maybe half a list of songs for your lessons with Yujin but you wanted it to be killer; Hongjoong wanted ideas from you for Ans:wer’s comeback album, the song they were recording was going to be a one-off single for their re-debut and they’d need a full album of songs to record soon; you knew Maddox was around somewhere and probably needed something…

Yet somehow, somehow, you couldn’t get anything done. And it was because you knew your former best friend/for a while sworn enemy/now current friend was out, helping with a homemade sting operation, of all fucking things.

You deeply questioned her judgment, his judgment, and your judgment on continuing to know both of them.

You sighed and slapped your cheeks a couple times, hoping it would wake your brain up from the thing you weren’t supposed to be thinking about so you could concentrate on the things you should be thinking about. You inhaled and exhaled purposefully, attempting to center yourself. No more distractions; you were going to get something done.

“T/n?”

You looked up. Hongjoong was in the studio doorway, face contemplative. 

“Yeah?”

“Could you maybe help me with something?”

There were papers everywhere. The tables had been flipped over and everything on it on the floor, broken instruments, soundboards, and monitors, the chairs looked like they had been thrown into the wall, and there was a thin coating of dust on everything because the room had been left like this for months.

The first thing the two of you did was right the table, and Hongjoong knelt down to inspect the computer tower, the monitor beside it with a spidery crack through the screen, the second monitor with a gouge in it. He sighed.

You turned and got to picking up papers off the floor - sheet music, lyric sheets, pages of notes - you stacked them together so they could all be organized… or thrown out.

“So… is anyone going to tell me what happened with this guy?”

You heard Hongjoong shift but he stayed quiet. You went back to cleaning. He put the computer tower and monitors on the table and righted a chair and sat down.

“It’s my fault.”

You turned.

“We were friends and we used to, you know, challenge each other musically. We’d ask questions back and forth about how we thought a song should sound, what genre we should use for a concept, that kind of thing. One day I asked if he wanted to write about more.”

“‘More’?”

He sighed. “When we write popular music, we write the most relatable things a person could feel or desire, you know? Love, lust, heartbreak. You could call them ‘the big three,’ most songs revolve around them in some way or another, most people experience them so they make the most money.”

You nodded.

“Obviously I don’t have too much of a problem with this, it’s my job and all, but I had been doing HALA - making art - since I was a teenager, and I wondered if he felt the same.”

You watched him as he searched his memories for a moment.

“One day I asked him if he wanted to branch out, write about some other emotion or want or… anything, really. And he blew up at me.”

“Wow.”

“One minute we were having a nice conversation-- about Ans:wer, actually and what direction their next album should go in, and the next thing he was screaming at me. About how I didn’t understand him, or his art, or art in general, or anything… and he’d never yelled at me before, we’d never gotten into a fight, even, but suddenly he was screaming at me. Then he left and came here and trashed the whole room - Maddox came in and tried to stop him, and he hit him - and then he left before we could call security.”

Your eyes widened. “He hit Maddox?”

He nodded.

“Holy shit. What’d you do?”

“I was… flabbergasted? I feel like I’ve never used that word before. Dumbfounded? I was at a loss for words. All I could do was sit there and wonder, like, what the fuck did I do that was so wrong? Why did he get so mad? I guess we were really only work friends, but why did he get so mad instead of calmly defending his position like he normally did every other time we talked about music? Like, why… why?”

You righted a second chair and sat next to him.

“I just couldn’t understand why he became so… enraged. And so suddenly. I tried to call him afterwards. Yeah, I was stunned and maybe a little scared of him because of what happened, but I wanted to talk it through and see what was wrong, and I wanted him to apologize to Maddox… but he had already blocked me.”

He took his phone out and pressed the number for a contact that was named ‘Z---’ to keep it at the bottom of the contacts list. The phone rang for a moment before rejecting. He stared at the contact for a few moments.

“I called him at least three times a week for a month, and then less the month after… I can take a hint, I just didn’t know why he wanted me to take a hint, you know? And we had so many things we needed to work on…”

You nodded.

“It was like… all of my work life was wrapped in this person because we worked together so well, and all of a sudden it was gone in an instant, and I still don’t know what I did wrong.”

You nodded again. He clicked on the contact and the drop down fanned out the option to call or text the person. He looked at it for a couple seconds and shut the screen off and put it away. The two of you sat in silence for a few moments and he sighed.

“There was a drama I was watching…” you started, “It was a long time ago so I don’t remember the name, but there was a husband and wife in it. And one day the husband said something to the wife, and she yelled at him, which would have seemed odd, because everything seemed fine, but then the show went through all these little moments of like… she was changing as a person and he wasn’t. So when he said whatever it was to her: he, a person who had stagnated, was saying it to a person who was growing, and so she didn’t feel like he knew her anymore.”

“So--” Hongjoong avoided saying the ex-producer’s name “...so he grew?”

“Well… it’s not a one-to-one comparison. I think that, if you asked him about music and he was suddenly opposed to questioning it at all, maybe he’s the one who stagnated.”

He thought for a moment and frowned. 

“Or maybe he had changed his mind on something and didn’t tell you. It probably wasn’t sudden - one or both of you were changing the whole time - you just didn’t know from a lack of communication. You still thought he was still the kind of person you could have honest conversations about what’s working or not working in a song and…” you shrugged, “maybe he just wasn’t that person anymore.”

Hongjoong sighed deeply. His eyes downcast, his attention was taken by a broken mixing board nearby. He picked it up, turning it over to survey the damage done to it. He stared at it for a second, expression blank, but you could tell his brain was working overtime as his grip on the mixing board tightened. He inhaled a shaky breath, seeming to force himself to breathe in until it steadied.

“...Fuck…” he breathed out.

He blinked, he shook his head, you weren’t sure if you should ask what he was thinking.

“I…” he volunteered. “I’m playing the last two years we knew each other over in my head and, like, thinking about it like that… A lot of things are starting to make sense now.”

You leaned back against the table and watched him as he worked through his thoughts.

“When we first started working together, he made sure to explain that we had to do everything in service of the music… nothing else mattered as long as we were creating art and that the art was honest.”

You watched him.

“...He got an offer from another company; way more money with way less work. He didn’t take it, he said, because he was so sure that he was creating art here…”

“Did he come to regret the decision, maybe?”

He nodded slowly. “One day we had a small argument-- more like a heated debate. I didn’t pay it too much mind at the time but he had said something like… ‘Why are we doing so much for a rookie group?’ or something like that. Then I thought he mumbled something about ‘I should have taken the money,’ but he stormed out of the room before I could ask and he didn’t come back until the next day.”

“Wow…”

He nodded again, eyes on the floor.

“Sounds like a hack.”

He burst out laughing, the surprise making him spit by accident. Fortunately it didn’t hit you.

You raised an eyebrow. “Nice job.”

He leaned back in the chair, laughing, and waved your comment away. “Why do you say that?”

You shrugged. “It sounds like he didn’t take the other job at first because he felt the art was more important, and then decided he really wanted the money later. Did he need it?”

He wiped the tears from his eyes and calmed himself. “I don’t know. We weren’t very close outside of work but I was under the impression he was fairly well off. He was older than me by about ten years and had been working here about that long.”

You nodded. “Then maybe he wanted the status that the money or the name of the other company could bring.”

“...Maybe.”

“And, if you’re willing to make things just for the money,” you shrugged, “you’re a hack.

He laughed again, quieter this time, and leaned back in the chair with a pleased sigh. “Does that make me ‘not a hack’? Since I’d never do that?”

You smiled. “Of course.”

He looked down at the broken mixing board for a moment, smiling.

“Though--” you checked the door to make sure no one was walking around outside “I don’t really think HALA could become a hack.”

“I’m glad to know you have such faith in me.”

You nodded. “Like yeah, you make pop music most of the time, but you still have your own stuff that you get to explore other options with. We live in a capitalist hellscape where art is a commodity and unless we all decide to go to the salt mines instead, this is kind of our only option to make money as creative people.”

He exhaled a laugh.

“And hey, if you start exhibiting hack behavior, I’ll let you know.”

He smiled at you. “Thanks.”

You smiled back. “I’m really glad you told me about all this. It seemed like it was weighing on you.” “Yeah. I guess it was.”

You nodded. 

He put the broken board on the table and clapped his hands on his thighs, standing. “Well, let’s get this room cleaned up so you can have your own studio.”

“I’m getting this room?” 

The size of the room was fairly large, you supposed it was because the previous owner was so important. But you weren’t sure you deserved something like this so early.

“Of course.”

“But… it’s almost the size of the recording studio.”

“My and Maddox’s private studios are the same size.”

“Really? Well, I’ve never seen your rooms. When he and I visited the other producers, a lot of them had smaller studios.”

“That’s because a lot of them have less stuff and don’t need the space, or they make music for groups at other companies as well.”

“Is--”

He turned to you.

“Are they being punished?”

“What--” he laughed loudly. “No, they’re not being punished. They also have space at the companies they produce for, so it’s like half of this size room is here and half is at the other company.”

“Oh.”

“And a lot of people like smaller rooms, you know. Sound proofing is much easier to put up in a room with less wall space.”

“Then why are these rooms so big? This one, and yours and Maddox’s?”

“We’re lead producers and we only produce for Wonderland.”

You nodded. “Oh…”

He looked at you for a second. “What?”

“I don’t have that much stuff to fill it with though.”

He chuckled. “Well, once we get rid of all this broken shit,” he kicked at the broken computer tower, “get you some new mixing boards, get you a new desktop-- you can bring your bass in here, get some other instruments--”

“I do have a few at home.”

He smiled. “See? You’ll have tons of things.”

You thought about it. A room filled with instruments and mixers and computers with various production programs. What a dream.

“What?” Hongjoong asked as he picked up another mixing board that had something sticky poured into it, from his reaction. “Ugh, is this cola?”

You chuckled. 

He smelled it, grimaced, and put it on the table. “I’m surprised there’s no ants. What were you thinking about?”

“Oh… I was imagining the room looking like a working producer’s room.”

He put his hands on his hips and looked at you.

You nodded.

He nodded.

You nodded again.

He laughed. “Why are you nodding?”

“It looks pretty cool. In my head I mean. Obviously not… at the moment. But it’s cool to think that the dream is coming together.”

“You wanted to be a producer?”

“When I was younger? Nah, I wanted to be in a band and tour and shit. But honestly… When I first got into making mashups, I was just doing it for fun. Just to play around with sounds and I thought it’d make me a little bit of Youtube income on the side-- not enough to live on but enough to have a little extra money each month while I looked for a band or a job or whatever...”

He nodded.

“I never thought it’d blow up like it did… and I never thought I’d be standing here, in a room that’s going to be mine in the near future, working with you and Maddox, and heading my own projects in the future.”

He smiled. “Sometimes luck can account for a lot.”

You nodded. “I should send Mingi a fruit basket or something for telling me about the audition.”

He laughed.

“Though, maybe helping to set him up with Dei was enough.”

He laughed again. “Yeah, that seems like a pretty big favor to me. He might owe you back instead, if they get married.”

You exhaled a laugh as you picked up some more papers to add to the pile you had accumulated and tossed them on top.

“I think-- you can throw all that out.”

“Huh?”

“Those are all his. If he wants no trace of him being here, then that’s what he’ll have. Put it in the garbage.”

You shuffled it all together and picked it up, righting the garbage bin with your foot and dropping it all in. “Are you sure?”

“Yeah. I’m not going to suggest we continue the music of someone who thought money was more important than art, and who’d lash out at everyone. Fuck him.”

Your eyes widened and your eyebrows shot up.

“What?”

“I’ve… never heard you say something like that before.”

“Well… it’s just us. And, you know, if he hated me, I have no reason to forgive him… and forget yelling at me, he hit Maddox and Maddox has never done anything wrong in his life. So… yeah. Fuck him.”

“Fuck ‘em.”

He nodded. “Yeah.”

“Yeah.”

He sighed and shook his head, a sort of resetting of his feelings; the sigh was for the past and the shake was to get rid of it since you both had the future to worry about. To look forward to. Though, you did file it away in the back of your brain that - were you to ever, somehow meet that guy - you would loudly give him a piece of your mind for hurting your favorite Goldfish Boy. Such things are not to be borne. Not when you can get in his face about it instead. He better hope he never runs into you.

“Anyway, this is going to be your room, once we clean it up. I’ll help you get a new computer and I’ll help you pick out new soundboards and mixing boards and shit. You can buy some more instruments…”

You nodded as you looked at the stuff you still had to clean. You supposed that IT would go over the computers just to make sure no company secrets were on them before they were disposed of.

“T/n?”

You looked at him. “Yeah?”

“I’m really glad you auditioned. I… I’m really glad you’re here. I know we started off on the wrong foot, and that was all my fault, but… I’m glad we’re going to be working together.”

His words surprised you.

He looked at you, no expectation of your answer, just an honest confession.

You nodded. “I’m glad I’m here too.”

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[educatedinyellow]

Vid WIP meme (continued)

Thank you so much for the ask, @thetimemoves!

"How fun! I would love to know more about the two Sherlock vids: Memento Mori and Headlock. I’d also love to hear more about the songs you associate with different characters."

Memento Mori is a song by the group Fish in a Birdcage. I actually started to make this vid in the somewhat frantic run-up to the most recent round of Holmestice before switching tacks to fic writing. I was introduced to the song via a wonderful Sherlock & Co. playlist on Spotify, and as soon as I heard it, I thought the darkly playful sound was perfect for the more frenetic Holmesian adaptations, like BBC or the Ritchie films. The theme of the song seemed to me to be about the adrenaline rush that comes with mystery + the fascination of death, plus the abhorrence of mundanity (my mind rebels at stagnation, give me problems, give me work!) That repeating chorus ("I never wanted to sleep") plus the self-aware, mordant cheek of the verses ("ashes to ashes, dust to dust, filling up my coffee cup") -- there's an awareness here that this character craves the stimulation of violence/danger and the exultation of being constantly in overdrive. The "hound" references in the bridge obviously lend themselves to Baskerville. The verse "inside the timeless cage, I never wanted to sleep" definitely brings the Mind Palace sequences to mind, especially in The Abominable Bride where he mentally retreats so far into another time and place that he temporarily loses his sense of reality.

I started this vid with images of water cascading down paired with Sherlock stepping up onto the ledge at Barts in The Reichenbach Fall. Then we cut to a shot of John choking on smoke inside the Guy Fawkes pyre paired with a shot of a beautiful, flickering flame. The title card comes up -- Memento Mori -- and we get Mycroft's dialogue ("You're not haunted by the war Dr. Watson. You miss it. Welcome back.") That's all timed over the opening instrumental and when the first verse starts (ashes to ashes, dust to dust) we cut first to the shot of dirt flying around John at Maiwand as he's shot, then to the opening of ASIP and the glimpse of the gun he keeps in his drawer, and a lingering shot of him near tears in his bed, post-nightmare, "I never wanted to sleep." I timed out some of Sherlock's riding crop swings at the corpse to match the initial percussion when it comes in. Plus: "Memento mori leaves a debt, you haven't paid it yet" = Sherlock rotating the IOU apple after Moriarty's visit in TRF.

Anyhow, that's about as far as I'd gotten. The process is slower than it used to be because I lost all my old vidding programs when my former laptop died a year ago, and I'm only slowly learning new programs/finding alternatives that work. It's still an open question whether I'll get any new vids done, especially anything that would require me to rip new footage (the software to do that is increasingly elusive, at least for me). But we'll see :)

Headlock by Imogen Heap is another song that I thought has the right sound for BBC Sherlock. The theme seems to be about self-sabotage, a person -- or two people -- who have convinced themselves they aren't cut out to let their hearts rule their heads ("You say too late to start, got your heart in a headlock"), which works as a running Johnlock theme. There are little phrases that remind me of John and Sherlock's first meeting ("throw a stranger an unexpected smile". And then John being at a loss how to be anything but a soldier -- "with big intention, still posted at your station" -- transforming into something joyful in that crazy rooftop chase when he first jumps after Sherlock and forgets his limp: "still going on about the day you should have flied.")

The song's bridge is perfect for a Mycroft-Sherlock interlude ("You've been walking, you've been hiding, and you look half-dead half the time. Monitoring you, like machines do, you've still got it, I'm just keeping an eye"). The sound of a pulse monitor flat-lining in the middle of the song before the big instrumental kicks in would work perfectly with the whole Mary shooting him business. I don't know, I just see lots of story hooks in these lyrics, and it seems right for the frustration of an unrealized love story that ends with a tentative try at believing that a new start is possible after all.

The second part of your question was about songs that I associate with particular characters despite not being tempted to vid with them. This can happen for a lot of different reasons -- maybe it's a song I associate with the character because someone else already made a great vid for them with it! Or maybe it's a song where the lyrics are right but the sound/tone is wrong for source material, or maybe there's one perfect verse but the rest of the song doesn't work nearly as well. Most often, though, it happens when there's a song focused heavily on emotions/interiority that perfectly matches my headcanon for a character but doesn't really lend itself to any specific story elements from the source material the character is in. That makes it hard to storyboard a visual narrative to go along with the song. So, to give a few examples...

This is a song I will forever associate with Sherlock because humansrsuperior made a wonderful vid with it over a decade ago (which has long since vanished from the internet): Hi by Psapp. ("Compulsive: every page I turn I want more. I never know the next thing in store, 'cause you excite me like a locked door does.")

Here is a Sherlock song where the lyrics are right but the sound is (in my opinion) not an easy match with the source material: Curses by The Crane Wives.

And for those headcanon songs that express a character's interior life/emotional truth vividly but are hard to visually storyboard, the two at the top of my list are love songs for my two favorites from SPN, Dean and Cas. Dean's song is a cover of A Modern Leper by Julien Baker. ("And is that you in front of me, coming back for even more of exactly the same? You must be a masochist, to love a modern leper on his last leg.") And Cas's is Two by Sleeping At Last. ("I just want to love you, to love you, to love you well. I just want to learn how, somehow, to be loved myself....I will love you without a single string attached.") Both a perfect summation of, like, 10,000 fics, but neither easy to vid with footage from the show itself.

And to conclude on a Holmesian note, for me one of those headcanon 'this is what he's like on the inside' songs for BBC Sherlock is All I Really Want (Acoustic) by Alanis Morissette.

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I have a Lisa Frankenstein request! If you'd rather not, thats totally okay, but I'd love a modern au of them going to a my chemical romance concert. ^^ it's for me and for one of my friends too, and it would really mean a lot to us! Thank you so much for doing what you do!

I hope you like it!

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“Oh my god oh my god, I think this is it!” 

Even though Lisa’s eyes were trained on the stage in front of her, her arms were busy shaking the daylights out of her husband, her hands on his shoulders while he chuckled adoringly at her enthusiasm. He wasn’t doing too good of a job at hiding his own, either; this concert may have been a gift for Lisa while they ‘traveled’ through Mexico as part of their “don’t get caught by the police” world tour, but he was excited too. 

They hadn’t been to a concert in a long time; after Lisa was reanimated and recovered, the two of them had gotten as far away from Brookside as they could potentially get, and once the dust settled, they decided to do a little traveling to see what the modern world could offer them. They had no end of potential date ideas, but they both particularly liked live music. 

Though their favorite of all time would always be the private one given in the living room of Lisa’s old home, they both enjoyed being among other music lovers and shouting lyrics like maniacs. Granted, he knew he wouldn’t be doing much shouting tonight in the sea of people they found themselves in-both because he knew he wouldn’t be heard and because shouting just wasn’t in the cards tonight, but it was all worth it for the sake of seeing Lisa so happy. 

Speaking of Lisa, her declaration that the show was starting seemed to be right on the money, since the lights were starting to dim, the anticipatory roar of the crowd was starting to get louder and cell phone flashlights were starting to flick on like illuminated eyes across the arena. The creature divided his attention between Lisa and the stage as the sound of a heart monitor was projected over the screams of the fans, and she grabbed his stitched-on hand in a vice grip when a gurney containing a covered body was rolled onstage. 

Lisa’s cheers joined that of the rest of the crowd when the body revealed itself to be the lead singer, clad in a hospital gown over his signature dark outfit and clutching a microphone. The first song was ironically called “The End”, and as the creature expected, Lisa sang every word at the top of her lungs, teased hair flying in every direction as she bounced along to the beat.

He knew buying her that second hand iPod Nano last year was a good idea. 

The first verse ended with Gerard Way ripping off his hospital gown as the biggest curtain they had ever seen opened to reveal the rest of the band, already whaling away on their respective instruments. They all wore black outfits and parade marshal’s jackets (which seemed fitting), and they weren’t the only ones who had dressed the part. 

Lisa had spent hours trying to pick the perfect combination of tights and tops for this concert (all black, of course), and had finally settled on black fishnet tights that she had torn and woven back together herself with more colorful embroidery thread (sticking heavily to purple and green to match her husband’s stitched limbs), a black tulle miniskirt and a black sports bra under a mesh top, complete with black and dark-gray striped arm warmers, to match the fashion of the time. He himself was wearing a leather jacket over a deep red shirt, and his best ripped jeans that Lisa distressed for him, in more ways than one. They blended in perfectly with the ocean of punks around them, and that was just fine by them. 

The band cycled through their set with infectious energy and an electric stage presence, and the creature was surprised that the stadium they were in didn’t collapse under the weight of the stomping and jumping the audience was doing. He was particularly fascinated by the mosh pit that had formed towards the font; it was mesmerizing to see all of those bodies moving in such a disjointed but synchronized way that anyone could immediately understand was dangerous if not done properly. He had to respect it, honestly. 

The biggest problem with it, on the other hand, was that it was blocking their view of the stage, and by the time the band’s most popular started (signaled by a single note that was almost drowned out by the crowd), the frenzied movements of the people closer to the stage got more intense, as did the noise level. 

Lisa was staining herself on her tiptoes to see over the screaming heads in front of them, and when her husband noticed this, he put a hand on her shoulder gently, shuffling in the limited space that they had so that his back was to her, and squatted down slightly. Lisa got the hint immediately and hopped onto his back, and he hoisted her up so she could see over the several hundred flip phones being used to record the show and get a better view of the stage. She was delighted by this plan, holding onto him with her thighs and one hand while waving her other hand in the air, mirroring Gerard on stage. And even though her voice was meshing with thousands of others, even that of the actual lead singer, the creature thought her voice was the clearest and most beautiful of them all. 

She must have been able to feel his adoring gaze somehow, because as the song ended in a shower of confetti and pyrotechnics, she bent down and kissed his right cheek first, then his left, whispering (or, given the noisy circumstance) said in a normal speaking voice, 

“Thank you. I love you so much.”

And though he was particularly tongue-tied that evening and unable to speak the words back, he hoped that the kiss he gave her amidst the crowd’s raucous applause spoke his feelings adequately. 

They stayed that way as the concert continued, the creature keeping Lisa safe in the arms collapsed around where she was perched on his back and Lisa sneaking little kisses or playing with his hair in between songs, and as the band played one of their slower pieces, the two undead souls swayed together, united in their love of music and each other. 

These are the eyes and the lies of the taken

These are their hearts but their hearts don't beat like ours

They burn 'cause they are all afraid

When mine beats twice as hard

'Cause the world is ugly

But you're beautiful to me

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BREATHS.

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CWs: blood mentions, detailed description of post-op, mentions of post-op complications, referenced lung transplantation and body modification, Angst, not beta read

A/n: please like/repost or something because I died while doing research for this. I might write a pt. 2 if I find this gets some engagement

Word count: 556

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"Done."

Paene took off his surgical gloves, then his mask and gown, throwing them into the biohazard bin by the far wall unceremoniously. He walked to the sink, washing and lathering his hands from tip of finger to above his wrists a little too harshly. It was almost as if he was trying to scrub off more than just the remnants of the operation. He dried his hands in the folds of a towel nearby, his movements absent, distracted.

When he turned, he looked down at his son wearily. The boy was still laying on the surgical table. The nurses worked around him, folding the bloodied and iodine-stained drapes inwards before tossing them into a lined bin. Stainless steel instruments, some of them dotted with crimson, were separated into trays to be put in the sanitization unit. His son's necrotic lungs were put away in a container, sealed, then put in a refrigeration unit for later tissue sampling.

He didn't pay mind to the two women as they cleaned up after the surgery - he seemed to be too busy worrying his bottom lip between his teeth.

"Malcolm, his condition?" he asked, heaving a deep sigh

"Stable," the anesthesiologist said, adjusting the settings on the monitoring equipment, "His heart rate's on the lower end, as expected, and his breathing is exceptional. Congratulations, Lupical."

Paene's hands hovered over the counter, twitching slightly before he forced them onto the cool surface. The rush of the pride he'd expected was hollow, overshadowed by the fear that ate at his bone marrow.

He had successfully transplanted a set of mechanized lungs into his own son, had implanted a literal mini supercomputer into his brainstem to control said lungs, and both of those were creations of his own hands.

He had made the blueprints for the organs, he had created synthetic material that almost exactly mimicked lung tissue. He should be ecstatic.

He was all but that, however. He was terrified. Terrified for his boy.

"Doctor Lupical, do we proceed and get him into PACU?" one of the nurses asked, voice low with fatigue yet still steady

Paene glanced at her after a moment before nodding.

"...Yes. You're both dismissed once you're done," he replied absently, gaze returning to his son.

The nurses unhooked the monitors from the boy's body with practiced efficiency, lifting him carefully and setting his body atop the padded recovery bed. The beeping of equipment followed them out with the rhythm of the teen's heart rate as they wheeled him out of the OR.

Paene lingered, turning his whole body and leaning back against the edge of the counter, looking out into nothing, just the general direction of the surgical table.

What if he had made a mistake?

All the prototypes worked correctly in the countless simulations he put them through, everything had connected correctly. Even when he checked how they worked before they finished with the surgery, all went well. But this wasn't a simulation.

This was his son. His life. His responsibility. And, if this all ended up spiraling down to hell, his undoing.

"You did everything right, you know," Malcolm spoke softly, suddenly closer than before, the sound of his voice accompanied by the one of the running tap

"I hope it's enough..." Paene answered, unable to shake or mask the tremor in his voice

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everything is blue • conrisa space au • Chapter Twelve: It's You Again

Risa Ward escaped a shuttle destined for her certain, painful death. Connor Lassiter ran away from home before it was too late. Lev Calder was kidnapped. All of them were supposed to be dissected for parts, used to advance a declining galaxy, but as of right now, all of them are whole. Life will not stay the same way forever.

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Risa stays in that comms room for hours. Cam gets twitchier the longer they linger, like he expects one of his fellow creations to pop out of the shadows and grab them both. He was the one who said nobody ever came up here, wasn’t he? Risa can keep an eye on the security cams outside to make sure nobody tests that theory. Although only half of them really work and still more are smudged or cracked, she at least has this way of telling who’s inside. Then again, maybe Cam is less worried about someone from his planet entering the laboratory complexes and more concerned with the threat of someone offworld.

Risa doesn’t care. When her legs grow weary from standing for so long, she takes a seat against a wall, leaning back against the dusty, crumbling structure for a bit of a break. Always, she stays within reach of the comms units, just in case Connor reaches out again. Just in case he gives any indication that he has heard her, or is still alive at all.

She tries to remind herself that this is all just conjecture. He could still be coming. Maybe he heard her but has no way of speaking back. Maybe he was so overcome with the need to be with her that he threw himself into travel preparations without remembering that conversations usually go both ways, although that’s doubtful. Or, worst of all, maybe he just heard and prioritized his own safety over coming to get her.

No, no. Impossible. The only time Connor has been willing to give her up was the first day they met. Now, if he found her stowing away on his ship, he’d smile at her like he always does and tell her that if she wanted a prime traveling experience, she should just ask. Connor has always been hers. It does his presence in her mind a disservice to remember him as anything less.

Across the room, Cam coughs pointedly, although she assumes that the filtration in his respiratory systems are strong enough that he would never suffer from something so simple as a bit of dust down the wrong pipe. “We should probably get going.”

Risa turns only her head to look at him. “Why? He might reach out, I want to be here when he does.”

Cam gives her a sympathetic look. “It’s been hours, Risa. The signal would have reached the farthest spans of the galaxy by now. Either he heard us or he didn’t, but we have to stay alive.”

Risa shrugs listlessly. “If you’re getting worried, you can leave. I’ll stay to monitor the place.”

Cam makes an annoyed sound deep in the back of his throat. “No, I’m not going without you.”

Risa nods mechanically, turning back to face the comms unit once more. “Right, right. You’re heading out when we do.”

“It’s not just for an escape plan,” Cam says heatedly.

Risa has a feeling that she knows exactly what his motive is, which makes her wish that the ground would rise up and swallow her whole. Choosing to ignore that particular urge, she says, “If you’re concerned about safety, wouldn’t this be the best place to stay? No one else is in here. I can’t go out in the streets as freely as you, remember?”

Cam hums, considering this. The string of lights on his temple glow gold, reflecting over the buttons on the instrument panels before them. “You need food and water. I can go scout out for supplies.”

Risa flashes him a thumbs up. “That would be great, thanks.”

Cam looks vaguely put out that she didn’t protest further, but he drops it soon enough. As he leaves the room, she catches him carefully curling his fingers into a fist before tentatively raising his thumb in the gesture she had just done. She wonders if no cyborg had ever done it before. Was anything here ever casually good enough to warrant a gesture to celebrate it?

Risa watches him from the sec-cams as Cam goes methodically from room to room, checking empty boxes in search of nutrient supplements or something delicious like that. Everything here is probably stale beyond belief, but it would be edible at least. He’s not wrong to suggest that they look for supplies; if Connor manages to get his hands on a shuttle, there’s no guarantee that it would have any kind of food or drink on it.

Risa stands up with a grimace, stretching her strained muscles one by one. The rocky landing in the escape pod left her cramped and weary. Although walking to the city had been a good chance to work her limbs back into a functioning state, she’s been motionless for so long that all of that progress had been eradicated.

Risa raises one arm then tugs it over her head with her free hand, leaning slightly to deepen the stretch. She lets out a pained hiss when her muscles protest, but sticks with it anyway. She can’t afford injury, not now. Not ever, really. Not until she turns eighteen and all of this hellishness goes away.

The door creaks open slightly, and seconds later a pair of hands appear on her shoulders, helping her move further. Risa flinches like she’s been punched and the physical contact disappears instantly. When she turns around, Cam is looking at her with guilty, haunted eyes.

“Sorry,” Risa mumbles to excuse herself, “Didn’t realize you’d come back in.”

He nods a little too quickly. “I found some nutrient bars in one of the storage closets, they should be fit for consumption. Are you feeling alright?”

“Yeah, I’m fine, just a little beaten up.” Risa tells him.

Cam arches a brow. “I can tell. Your muscles are stiff.”

She tries not to react too harshly to his words. Camus Comprix is not the sort of boy who should know what her muscles feel like bunched up underneath her skin like a live wire. He has saved her, yes, brought her to this crumbling city and given her a way to call for rescue, but that does not give him the right to meddle with her mind like this. 

Risa certainly does not owe him the sensation of her flesh under his metal fingertips, each whorl and groove of the discerning pads carved by the scientists who left him here to die. Risa is not here to bring him back to life. She is here for herself. Call that selfish, call that greedy, fine. Risa will never hate herself for wanting to survive. It is not her fault if Cam has mistakenly factored her into his own survival as well.

Cam’s eyes watch her blankly. “Any response?”

“Not yet,” she admits. “Give it time.”

“Risa,” he says gently.

“No,” she answers firmly. “No. Don’t start with that. He’s coming.”

All this time, Risa’s been wavering, but in the face of Cam’s questioning, her mind locks down. Of course Connor will come. Who is Cam to wonder if he will or not?

Cam gives her a troubled stare. “You don’t know that.”

“And you don’t know him,” Risa returns. “I do. Better than anyone.”

“Better than anyone?” Cam questions. “Even his family?”

“They gave him up. I never did,” Risa says harshly.

Cam opens his mouth as if he’d like to say something to that, but she glares at him so fiercely that he snaps his jaws shut again. “I’ll take another lap around the complex,” he says at last.

Risa watches him go. Her hands have curled into tight fists at her sides, and it takes considerable effort to convince her fingers to release one by one. She knows Cam is probably right to question the inevitability of Connor showing up here, but Risa can’t accept that right now. 

Maybe it’s the lack of food or water getting to her, or even the repercussions of the escape pod explosion, but Risa’s head is starting to swim, making her question everything. Why is Cam so insistent on getting her to agree with him? What about Connor’s arrival freaks him out so much? She thought Cam would have wanted to escape this dying planet just as much as she does, but what if that isn’t the case? 

After all, Cam had seemed quite reluctant to leave Audrey and the rest of the cyborgs behind. He could have changed his mind while she was recording her message to Connor. What if Cam isn’t searching for supplies at all, but making sure no one can reach them? The cyborg could be barricading entrances or intentionally crossing wires such that no signal could reach her. What if Connor has been trying to talk to her all this time but Risa had no way of knowing?

She stands shakily. Risa has no idea where Cam is right now– on one of the upper levels, maybe, or somewhere down below. The sec-cam feeds aren’t labeled with the exact location. If she left now, and stuck to the shadows, she might be able to make it to the ground floor again without ever running into him. It would be tricky to hide from Cam and the rest of the cyborgs, but this isn’t the first time Risa’s been on the run. She could do it. All Risa has to do is survive until Connor shows up and takes her away from this place.

Risa steals one last beseeching look at the comms unit, then makes up her mind. Cam has been acting strangely ever since they got here. He could just have a lot of bad memories associated with this place, but Risa can’t afford to take risks. She still can’t shake the feeling of his hands on her shoulders, keeping her in place. This could be Risa’s last chance to escape from his grasp– Cam has been keen on never letting her out of his sight. Strange, isn’t it, his fascination with a girl he’s never met before? She’s the first human he’s seen since the scientists left. Maybe he wants to keep her around like a pretty doll to pose.

Risa is nobody’s toy. She steals from the room, keeping her back pressed against the wall as she creeps back out into the web of corridors. This is fine until she reaches a crossroads. Risa can’t hear anyone, but that’s no guarantee. Cam has a way of moving with unnatural stealth, he could be on the opposite side of the wall from her, just waiting for Risa to come out. Peeking around the corner, Risa’s quick scan reveals an empty room, so she surges forward to repeat the process again.

She only makes it halfway through the floor before she starts hearing the sound of footsteps echoing across the uninhabited complex. Quickly, she presses herself into an empty storage closet. Moments later, Cam comes bounding across the room she’d just vacated. 

He calls out the closer he gets to the comms room. “Risa, I saw a ship coming through one of the windows. I don’t recognize the exterior, it might be Juvies. We need to hide.”

Risa’s eyes widen in the shadows of the storage closet. Cam claims it’s a Juvey-cop ship, but how does he know for certain? What if it’s Connor at last, and Cam is intentionally trying to steer her away?

The second Cam leaves the room, Risa eases out of the closet, scurrying down the hall as quietly as she can. Somewhere behind her, Cam is opening the door to the comms room, and moments later his voice rings out, surprised:  “Risa? Where are you?”

The door to the stairs is just down the hall. If Risa can make it there, she can head out. Connor is waiting for her somewhere in this city, she just has to find him. 

Cam’s voice sounds again behind her, this time closer. “Risa? Did you hear something?”

Sunfire. Risa flings herself into a nearby room, slowly daring to glance out through the crack in the door. Cam appears at the far end of the hall, checking from room to room to find her again. He moves with methodical sureness, each step the same length. His head swivels on his neck, nothing escaping his gaze.

With a chill, Risa remembers him saying something about having telescopic lenses. That was just what Cam freely admitted to her, though. Who knows what other modifications he has? Heat sensing wouldn’t be too difficult, either. She’s got to run before he gets the chance to check her room.

Peering out again, Risa counts how many seconds Cam spends in the hallway versus how much time he spends investigating each room. When she’s sure she’s got it right, she waits for him to enter a new door before lunging into the hallway again. One, two, three… The stairwell isn’t quite close enough. Unwilling to risk it, Risa ducks into another room just as Cam materializes again. 

She can just see his silhouette down the hall, he cranes his head curiously towards the end. “Risa? Is that you?”

He starts to walk towards the stairwell, ignoring several unchecked doors behind him in favor of getting closer to her. Risa wants to scream. She claps a hand over her mouth to silence her breathing, not wanting a single sound to give her away. She’s afraid he’ll find her door immediately, but then he shrugs, confused, and goes to a different room a few paces away. The second he turns away, she runs again. This time, the stairwell is within reach, and she flings open the door, shutting it as quietly as she can behind her.

Risa flings herself against the wall, heart pounding. There’s a small window in the door of the stairwell, but so long as she stays perfectly still here against the walls, he can’t see her. Only problem is, she can’t spy on him now without putting her face to the window. She has no way of telling whether he’s in a room or not, and she’s lost count of the precious seconds he spends in each chamber since she made it inside.

Risa gives herself several deep breaths, then plucks up her courage to stare through the window. All it takes is one half step, a pivot from the wall to the transparent panel, and–

Suns, suns, Cam is standing in the middle of the hallway. Her sudden movement makes him look up, and then he sees her through the window. He starts forward immediately. “Risa, come back–”

She flinches away, leaning forward only to lock the door from the inside before taking to the stairs immediately. Her legs go as fast as she can force them, but she’s certain it won’t be fast enough. She remembers how he had run when her pod had exploded, how he’d cleared so much ground in just a matter of moments. He’ll have trouble with the door for a little while, but it won’t take him much time, and then he’ll be upon her.

Loud rattling from the door echoes through the stairwell. Risa is down one floor, but it’s not enough of a lead, not yet. “Risa, let me in,” Cam calls, his voice muffled by the door. “I’m not trying to hurt you, I swear. We’re a team, remember? We’re both trying to get out of here alive.”

She doesn’t answer him, only tries to move even faster. The only team she’s on is the bond between her and Connor. That is the only team that matters. Not her and anyone from the State Home. Not any of the other kids in the Graveyard med bay. Not even her and Cam. He may have guided her through this city, he may have helped to disguise her, but if she cannot trust his motives, she’ll never trust him again. The only person she can ever trust is Connor. Risa knows this, she has always known this. The crash distracted her, but she’ll never forget that again. It’s Connor or no one at all.

There’s a fierce clanging and scraping from above, and then a resulting metal thud that must be the door, liberated of its hinges, falling to the ground. She’s two floors down now, only one left to go, but Cam is thundering down the stairs, moving far faster than she is.

“I’m not your enemy,” he shouts down to her, “Risa, I’ve saved your life.”

“Then let me go!” She calls back, still intent on hurrying down the stairs.

“I need you so I can live, too!” He yells. “Remember? All I ever wanted is to get off this planet.”

It doesn’t make sense, though, not really. There’s a reason none of the cyborgs liked him all that well, and it’s probably not just because he reminded them a little too much of the scientists. Maybe he unsettled them, too. It was very coincidental that he just happened to find her, that he just happened to know where to get a functioning comms unit. What if Cam was just using her to draw other survivors down here?

The stairwell goes abruptly silent from Cam’s juddering footfalls, and then the walkway shudders with an impact. He’s jumped down a story to land right in front of her. Risa freezes in place, terrified; he’s in between her and the rest of the stairs. The door leading to the exit is right in front of her, so close but unreachable now.

Cam holds up his hands. Despite the mad rush, he’s not even breathing heavily, each breath still exactly the same cadence as before. “I’m not trying to hurt you, Risa,” he says calmly. “You have to trust me.”

“I don’t have to trust anyone,” Risa says fiercely. “Why are you doing this? It’s not just kindness, you can’t fool me anymore. If you only ever acted with kindness, the rest of the cyborgs wouldn’t have cast you out. They sensed something about you. Well, I’m sensing it now, too.��

Cam pauses for a moment, and then this shark-like smile slowly spreads onto his face. “That’s a little bit dramatic, don’t you think? They don’t think I’m dangerous, Risa. They just realized that I would do anything to survive. Seeing as the rest of them have given up on ever getting out of here, they didn’t like that much. So yeah, I’m keeping you close, but you promised me a way out. Who wouldn’t?”

“And if I can’t get you that way out,” Risa says slowly. “What’s your plan then? Would you swap out your rotting organic parts with some of mine?”

Cam meets her gaze steadily. “Anything to survive, like I said. I know you think the same way. Are you telling me you wouldn’t do the same if you could?”

Risa shudders. “Never. I would never take someone else’s parts. I’d rather just die. I see why they said you reminded them of the scientists. You’re just as cruel as all of them.”

Genuine hurt flashes onto Cam’s face, and he stumbles back slightly, forced out of control by the devastation of Risa’s claim. She takes advantage of this brief moment of unsteadiness to surge past Cam and down the remaining stairs. She throws the door open, hurling herself into the quickly onsetting darkness of the open air. The rest of the cyborgs had given the lab complex a wide berth, so she won’t run into any of them immediately.

Risa has no idea where the ship Cam sighted could have landed. It might not be Connor after all, but she’s willing to take that risk. There’s a brief spot of movement somewhere in her peripheral vision, and she switches directions at once. Risa is operating on blind faith alone, a bright feeling somewhere in her heart. Please, let it be him. Connor had once claimed that he could find her anywhere if he really wanted to, that he could spot her among the craziest crowds. If anyone in all the stars and suns is listening, she prays that he was right.

The door of the lab complex slams open again behind her. Cam must be almost upon her, but then the flicker of movement solidifies into a figure. Risa nearly sobs because she knows who that is, and even if Cam is right on her heels, she’s going to be okay now. Suddenly, Risa isn’t running from Cam anymore, she’s running to the figure, to Connor. Connor, who has seen her too and is sprinting towards her. Connor, who is opening up his arms so she can slot right in like the perfect key in an unbreakable lock. Risa has no home left, no right to live, but right now, she is okay at last. She’s with Connor again, and everything makes sense again.

Connor curls one arm protectively around her. His head flies up and he points something at Cam, who’s caught up to them both. Connor is holding some kind of gun– whether real or just a tranq, Risa can’t tell, but it makes Cam freeze in place.

“I don’t know who you are, but you’d better back off,” Connor tells him tightly.

Cam raises his hands in surrender. “I’ve been keeping Risa alive. Shooting me would be a mistake.”

Connor never takes his eyes off of Cam, but he can tell from the way his arm wavers slightly that he’s questioning this. Risa answers the unspoken query. “He won’t bother us so long as we get him off the planet. I don’t know how you got here, but does your ship have an extra escape pod?”

Connor nods. “He can take that so long as he doesn’t try anything. That's alright with you?”

This last part is directed to Cam, who inclines his head gravely. “All I want is to get out of here. Trust me.”

“I don’t,” Connor answers simply. “You go first. We’ll follow.”

“I don’t know where your ship is,” Cam argues.

Connor’s eyes remain cold. “I’ll give you directions. Start walking.”

Cam doesn’t look pleased about this, but he’s not foolish enough to mess with his only way out of here, so he starts marching down the street. Risa and Connor begin walking after him after a second’s delay. Risa doesn’t really want to let him go, but she wants to remain on this planet even less, so she sacrifices proximity for a few minutes longer. Connor doesn’t let her go completely, opting instead to keep his left hand firmly interlocked with her right. Strangely enough, he’s wearing a jacket with long sleeves despite it being fairly warm on this planet. He refuses to roll up the sleeves, and he keeps his right arm away from her at all times. Maybe he’s injured or something and doesn’t want her to worry. It doesn’t matter, she’ll take a look when they’re alone.

Connor directs Cam back to his shuttle, which is parked nearby. It’s larger than Risa expected, starting to grow beyond simple shuttle-class to something that might even be described as a frigate. It’s also really nice, the paint mostly intact and all systems blinking in unison.

She shoots Connor a sideways glance. “Where the stars did you get something in this condition? Did you rob some plasma tycoon’s personal shipyard?”

Connor cracks a grin. “Always assuming the worst of me. Maybe I got a nice summer job or something.”

Risa snorts. “Yes, and the pay you got from one day of working that job was enough to pay for something like this.”

Connor momentarily takes his gaze off of Cam to wink at her. “Of course it was. If you don’t believe that it’s mine, I’ll prove it right now.”

In front of Risa’s disbelieving eyes, Connor goes up to the ship and holds out his left wrist expectantly by the entrance ramp. A blue light scanner flashes over his arm, then beeps and opens the hatch. Risa stares uncomprehendingly. Somehow, Connor has managed to get himself a grounds license and a ship to boot. Just what in the sunfire has he been up to?

Cam moves to board the ship, but Connor cuts him off with a wave of his gun. “Not so fast. Surely you aren’t flying with us.”

Risa shakes her head. “He said he would be fine with just an escape pod. That’s still true, right, Cam?”

Cam fixes a pleasant smile onto his face, but the effect is somewhat lessened by the red lights blinking angrily on his temple. “Of course it would be fine. Shall I get the pod now?”

Connor keeps his gun trained on Cam. “Risa, you go ahead and disengage the pod. They’re located on the left bay, right near the entrance hatch. I’ll keep an eye on your friend.”

Risa nods, hurrying on board. The pods are nearby just as promised, and they have similar control panels to the one she was just on, so she’s able to tap a few buttons and get one of the pods to remove itself from the side of the ship. It thunks down to the planet surface, but should still be perfectly usable.

She returns to the hatch entrance. “The pod is yours, Cam. Take it wherever you like.”

He looks unblinkingly up at her. “Thank you for upholding your end of the deal.”

Risa nods. “And– thank you for saving me.” The words stick in her throat, but she forces them out anyway. Regardless of his motives, Cam kept her alive. She can’t deny that.

Cam accepts this with a gentle incline of his head. “We make a good team.”

Connor looks like he’s strongly against that, but he settles for waiting until Cam locks himself inside his pod before letting out a strong sigh of relief. Connor closes up the escape hatch once they’ve both boarded his ship, and there’s a tenuous moment of silence before they can look at each other again.

For a moment, Risa just wants to take in the sight of him. They’ve only been separated for a day or two, but it feels like they’ve been parted for centuries. They hover opposite each other, and then Connor tosses his gun on the ground and stumbles forward to take her in his arms, and she knows, she knows– the fight is over. They’ve made their way back together again. Across the galaxy, at the ends of the worlds, this is what safety feels like. It will always, always be Connor.

“You found me,” she breathes, the words slightly muffled from speaking into his shoulder but true nonetheless.

“Yeah,” he says. “Of course I did. I always do, don’t I?”

Risa laughs and tries not to weep. Never again will she take his presence for granted. Each day, each moment that they get together, will forever be a quiet victory.

Connor pulls away slightly so he can get a good look at her, his left hand rising up so he can gently turn her head side to side, examining for injuries. “You’re alright?” He asks cautiously. “That robot didn’t hurt you, did he?”

“Cyborg,” Risa corrects, smiling. “And no, he didn’t. I thought he would, but he didn’t. I’m okay. You are too?”

The ghost of some terrible memory flits briefly across Connor’s face, but he manages to push it away again when he looks back at her. “I got here, didn’t I? Everything’s fine.”

Risa looks at him suspiciously. “We’ll talk more later. Right now, we should get off this planet.”

“That sounds great to me,” Connor says.

He leads her to the cockpit. The interior is a mess of blinking panels and countless switches that remind Risa a little of all the broken parts in Audrey’s shop. Connor goes through the rhythm of getting them airborne, pressing buttons and adjusting levers until the streets disappear beneath them. 

Risa watches the decaying city fall away and wonders how long it will take until the last of the cyborgs are rust and bone. She doubts anyone had heard of the cyborg project while it was going on, and no one will ever hear of it again. She is the only human who has seen the city and spoken to its occupants while they were still running. She forces her eyes to stay open, committing the world to memory. When this planet is so much dust and ash, Risa will remember what it was like, and then it will only exist in her mind and Cam’s. Cam has a twisted picture of it, though. Risa will recollect it completely.

The streets disappear, then the city itself vanishes into endless plains and they enter the atmosphere. The planet becomes a marble in the vastness of space, and then it’s gone, one bright speck in a sea of millions. The stars swallow them whole.

Risa leans back in her chair, smiling gently at Connor. “Well? Where to?”

“Anywhere,” Connor breathes. “Anywhere we want.”

The possibilities are endless. But, then again– so are they.

happy thanksgiving everybody!

unwind tag list: @schroedingers-kater, @sirofreak, @locke-writes

[nasa]

Roman's primary structure hangs from cables as it moves into the big clean room at NASA's Goddard Space Flight Center.

What Makes the Clean Room So Clean?

When you picture NASA’s most important creations, you probably think of a satellite, telescope, or maybe a rover. But what about the room they’re made in? Believe it or not, the room itself where these instruments are put together—a clean room—is pretty special. 

A clean room is a space that protects technology from contamination. This is especially important when sending very sensitive items into space that even small particles could interfere with.

There are two main categories of contamination that we have to keep away from our instruments. The first is particulate contamination, like dust. The second is molecular contamination, which is more like oil or grease. Both types affect a telescope’s image quality, as well as the time it takes to capture imagery. Having too many particles on our instruments is like looking through a dirty window. A clean room makes for clean science!

Two technicians clean the floor of Goddard’s big clean room.

Our Goddard Space Flight Center in Greenbelt, Maryland has the largest clean room of its kind in the world. It’s as tall as an eight-story building and as wide as two basketball courts.

Goddard’s clean room has fewer than 3,000 micron-size particles per cubic meter of air. If you lined up all those tiny particles, they’d be no longer than a sesame seed. If those particles were the size of 16-inch (0.4-meter) inflatable beach balls, we’d find only 3,000 spread throughout the whole body of Mount Everest!

A clean room technician observes a sample under a microscope.

The clean room keeps out particles larger than five microns across, just seven percent of the width of an average human hair. It does this via special filters that remove around 99.97% of particles 0.3 microns and larger from incoming air. Six fans the size of school buses spin to keep air flowing and pressurize the room. Since the pressure inside is higher, the clean air keeps unclean air out when doors open.

A technician analyzes a sample under ultraviolet light.

In addition, anyone who enters must wear a “bunny suit” to keep their body particles away from the machinery. A bunny suit covers most of the person inside. Sometimes scientists have trouble recognizing each other while in the suits, but they do get to know each other’s mannerisms very well.

This illustration depicts the anatomy of a bunny suit, which covers clean room technicians from head to toe to protect sensitive technology.

The bunny suit is only the beginning: before putting it on, team members undergo a preparation routine involving a hairnet and an air shower. Fun fact – you’re not allowed to wear products like perfume, lotion, or deodorant. Even odors can transfer easily!

Six of Goddard’s clean room technicians (left to right: Daniel DaCosta, Jill Bender, Anne Martino, Leon Bailey, Frank D’Annunzio, and Josh Thomas).

It takes a lot of specialists to run Goddard’s clean room. There are 10 people on the Contamination Control Technician Team, 30 people on the Clean Room Engineering Team to cover all Goddard missions, and another 10 people on the Facilities Team to monitor the clean room itself. They check on its temperature, humidity, and particle counts.

A technician rinses critical hardware with isopropyl alcohol and separates the particulate and isopropyl alcohol to leave the particles on a membrane for microscopic analysis.

Besides the standard mopping and vacuuming, the team uses tools such as isopropyl alcohol, acetone, wipes, swabs, white light, and ultraviolet light. Plus, they have a particle monitor that uses a laser to measure air particle count and size.

The team keeping the clean room spotless plays an integral role in the success of NASA’s missions. So, the next time you have to clean your bedroom, consider yourself lucky that the stakes aren’t so high!

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[daughter-of-fire-and-dreams]

Stasis pond

It is another day. 

Quite a day. 

Nothing but a day. 

But it feels wrong, empty. 

For the last three days or so before it’s time to move, Rhua just.. Exists. 

Books have been read (they didn’t help). 

Trinkets meddled with (they’re too simple, and she lacks materials to make something better than a fancy fidget spinner). 

Even the damn job to make a catapult good enough to throw her brother over the Ruby Sea didn’t need any more tweaking on her part. And most of all, that involved going outside. She didn’t feel a need to go outside anymore. A stark difference from the past months in which she’d happily take a stroll or find different spots to idle around. The small apartment in Kugane had felt confining back then. But now? It was like a stagnant pond. And Rhua was just a piece of waterweed that lay within, and a withered one at that. 

She moped. 

And then she moped. 

And just for good measure, she’d moped again. 

Her muscles were going soft, laying on the ground for most of the day. Her head sometimes hurt from the average span of hours that it’s only support would be a worn out tatami. And if it wasn’t because her instruments had been neatly packed into a box already, they probably would be full of cobwebs or dust by now. 

A week. 

That had been the expected downtime before it was time for a good full body exhaustion of a long range teleport. 

Rhua couldn’t say she’d been looking forward to it. But she was willing to take that any day over leaving her name on papers depicting where she was traveling to. Better to keep her tracks all pointing to Kugane while possible. Though of course, the sour memory of her stupidity the last time she’d actually teleported might as well still be fresh despite the year she’d had to let her head cool off from her utter fuck up. 

Was she even being monitored by what she couldn’t predict? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. One single slip and she might as well go back to fucking up again. An extra concentrated ether from the special stash her mother kept sending over would do. 

Well, that and a heavily monitored area the moment she knew she would almost collapse in Vylbrand’s aetheryte plaza when she was done. God, she really hoped everything would go as discreetly as it had been planned. Maybe they’d pretend to ship her off to Sharlayan right then and there. It would be on track with her mother’s records of where she kept being sent for ‘further examinations’. 

But she knew the real deal. Her mother was the only individual that she knew could teleport to the equivalent of a needle in a haystack from the sheer size of the aetherytes she used even for long range trips. One zip, one zap and she’d probably be drinking tea with scholars and still be beside her baby siblings in the next minute away from prying eyes. 

Not that it was her business, but Rhua did think that was unfair. 

Fucking genius. Why hadn’t she turned out like that?

No. It was better to not think that way. It was worse to grow up as a kid under a parent’s shadow (she was a fucking adult though, and what one should consider a middle aged one at that by now). 

She was engineer Rhua, and that was it. 

Or at least… That’s how it was supposed to be. 

Not waterweed Rhua, staring blankly at a ceiling on hour 10 and counting. 

Food was the only time she’d not skipped, it felt way worse to skip on meals with no one to chastise her for it. And she found huge irony in it. The lack of strength to do much of her routine other than whatever was necessary for self preservation. 

In a way, a nagging feeling kept nipping at the back of her mind. 

That this was the state that which had hurt her would rejoice in. And at some point, it pissed her off enough to at least push herself off the ground. Though by then, the sun had already gone down. This goddamn week might as well have been purgatory in eternity. 

She sighed, feeling as if her body was made of lead as she dragged herself around the apartment to take a spot beside the half open window.

Fireflies adorned the outside yard. The moon was already visible. And there was a sore lack of a looming presence over her shoulder (ironic how no one but her probably found that comforting). 

Not even the starry sky was enough to draw Rhua out of her stupor to at least dust off her pocket telescope and watch it. She didn’t even know where it was anymore anyway- No. That was a lie. Box #3 on the stack on the left, the one labeled ‘personal interests’. 

She let out a drawn out sigh, the night was too warm. She could at least revel in the lack of a cold touch. But the fact of the matter remained the same. She was here. Alone. 

“For fuck’s sake Rhua. You were made sturdier than this.” she mumbled under her breath to no one in particular. No one could chastise her better than she did herself after all. 

Slowly, she raised her right knuckles and gently pressed them against her cheek like she’d done in Garlemald a few times. Maybe a good punch to the face was what she needed to snap out of it. 

But she knew what was happening. 

Grow comfortable for a time, and you’ll miss it once you lose it. Did she lose it? She didn’t really know. 

Maybe in 100 years she’d confirm whether her hunch had been right. 

Would she still be there to hear an answer in that amount of time?...

[my-timing-is-digital]

send  👫  for  a  reunion  starter

After the conclusion of Clemens' debacle, and his and Guinan's subsequent departures, the android repositioned the transreceiver in his supposed prototypical device for the horseless carriages and settled himself at the desk, monitoring the instrument's workings deliberately. Assiduously, he observed the rhythmic oscillations of the metal indicator, which functioned in a similar fashion as an analogue seismograph. Thus far, his device had not measured any time shifts, and would not for the next 39 minutes...

A long-awaited, arrhythmic scratching sound instantaneously tore his attention to the contraption. Excitedly, the pen attached to the end of the indicator recorded the occurrence — the device finally measured the time shift he had been anticipating —, and based off of the particulars printed on the sheet of paper, he could accurately determine the epicentre of the spatial distortion. Data consulted a map of the town to confirm the location, and without a moment's hesitation, he leapt to his feet and vacated his room. He navigated himself down a flight of stairs with mathematical precision and hurried outside where he supplied the bellboy, Jack, with sufficient 19th century currency to have him procure a carriage, preferably drawn by two equines — to multiply the carriage's power.

The ever-efficient hotel employee immediately scurried off to the stables and returned within several minutes, gesturing gleefully at the wagon he had snatched from an agitated colleague. Prior to mounting the box, Data expressed his gratitude for his services and pressed an additional sum of money in the boy's hand. He had never rode on horseback, let alone piloted a vehicle that was pulled by two of them, but he had judged it advantageous to observe others operate this form of transportation, in case he would relay on its services in the foreseeable future — he was glad he had pursued that particular endeavour.

Data armed himself with the reins and managed to set the equines into motion, gently instructing the animals to accelerate. The terminal words of farewell that emanated from the bellboy were left behind in a cloud of dust...

The carriage careened through the streets, teetering uncomfortably toward his destination: the local hospital. And it was not until he was in close proximity of the aforementioned facility that his positronic subprocessors sensed the familiar hum of 24th century technology, or rather, the wavelengths of a tricorder that was broadcasting signals on all frequencies. While he narrowly circumvented a collision with another horse-drawn carriage, he inferred that the others must have successfully ferried themselves across the frontiers of time and were here to assist him.

When the carriage swept around a corner, the tricorder transmission started to grow stronger and more prominent; his conjecture was confirmed when he sighted the others filing out of the hospital, and he promptly surmised that the occurrence of the time shift might have been a joint effort between them and the two individuals with the ophidian. Unfortunately, he could not initiate his interrogation, for his friends appeared to have antagonised the local police force.

'Data!' Commander Riker's loud, sonorous voice lacerated through the air, alerting him, unnecessarily, of their presence.

The android pulled on the reins to render the equines stationary adjacent to the pavement, allowing his friends to embark the vehicle.

'Doctor,' Data said, his own voice extraordinarily tranquil. He extended his hand for to grab and join him on the box seat while the others clambered into the carriage. 'It is good to see you again.'

'Go, Data! Hurry!' Captain Picard ordered, an urgent accentuation vibrated in the words he had enunciated.

'Aye, sir,' he replied compliantly, providing the horses with the objective to proceed down the street, with the intention to escape the police and take temporary refuge in the countryside until the coast was clear and they were certain no reinforcements would be ambushing them upon their return...

[spacetimewithstuartgary]

BepiColombo's fifth Mercury flyby

On Sunday 1 December 2024, BepiColombo flew past the planet Mercury for the fifth time, readying itself for entering orbit around the solar system's mysterious innermost planet in 2026.

The spacecraft flew between Mercury and the sun, getting to within 37,630 km from the small planet's surface at 15:23 CET. This is much farther than its first four flybys of the planet, when BepiColombo flew as close as 165–240 km from the surface.

What made this flyby special is that it was the first time that BepiColombo's MERTIS instrument was able to observe Mercury. This radiometer and thermal infrared spectrometer will measure how much the planet radiates in infrared light, something that depends on both the temperature and composition of the surface.

This was the first time that any spacecraft measured what Mercury looks like in mid-infrared wavelengths of light (7–14 micrometers). The data that MERTIS will collect throughout the mission will reveal what types of minerals the planet's surface is made of, one of the key Mercury mysteries that BepiColombo is designed to tackle.

BepiColombo's other science instruments will monitor the environment outside Mercury's magnetic field. Among other things, they will measure the continuous (but changeable) stream of particles coming from the sun known as the solar wind.

The other instruments switched on during this flyby are the magnetometers MPO-MAG and MMO-MGF, the MGNS gamma-ray and neutron spectrometer, the SIXS X-ray and particle spectrometer, the MDM dust monitor and the PWI instrument that detects electric fields, plasma waves and radio waves.

BepiColombo, a joint mission between ESA and the Japan Aerospace Exploration Agency (JAXA), will be the second and most complex mission ever to orbit Mercury. It comprises two science orbiters: ESA's Mercury Planetary Orbiter and JAXA's Mercury Magnetospheric Orbiter. While on their way to Mercury, the two orbiters are both attached to the Mercury Transfer Module.

[perfectgeneratortechnologies]

Why LT Electrical Panels Are Crucial For Safety and Efficiency?

LT electrical panels, also known as low-tension panels, are power distribution boards that handle lower-voltage electricity, usually below 1 kV. These panels ensure that all the equipment and machinery are getting the required electricity. They are instrumental in industrial production units where they ensure safety and continuous productivity. Top LT Electrical Panels Manufacturers offer panels that can maintain various parameters of electricity, like current, voltage and power factor which minimizes system failure and downtime. This blog will provide you with some information about the importance of these electrical panels.

Let us understand why LT Electrical Panels are so important.

Here, we are mentioning some of the crucial points.

Protect from electrical hazards: They can reduce the flow of electricity which prevents overload, short circuits and fire caused by electricity. They are enclosed, which prevents any physical contact with electrical components. This enclosure also protects them from environmental factors, such as moisture and dust particles, that could potentially cause an electrical hazard.   

Adhere to safety norms: They use completely air-insulated busbars that are made of copper or aluminium and protected with PVC cover which minimizes the risk of short circuits. These panels are labelled with clear information so that everyone can easily identify circuits, voltage and current ratings and safety instructions, which helps in maintaining safety at workplaces. Enough space is provided between the components of these panels which regulate heating.   

Energy efficiency: LT panels receive power from generators and transmit it efficiently to various electrical equipment, helping to minimize energy wastage. They prevent downtime and energy wastage, which ultimately reduces the operational costs of production facilities. Their feature of power factor correction makes the equipment consume less energy. Almost all the leading LT Electrical Panels Manufacturers offer LT Panels with control switches and metering devices that monitor the flow of electricity.

Easy Maintenance: They are designed to facilitate quick and easy maintenance. Circuit breakers in these panels are usually placed in draw-out enclosures that can be easily removed at the time of maintenance without disturbing the whole panel. The design of these panels provides safety to electricians during the time of maintenance. They can also provide automatic signals related to maintenance, which reduces the risk of system failure.   

Conclusion: A controlled supply of power is essential for both commercial and personal spaces. LT panels play a central role in regulating the power supply for various appliances. The installation of these panels protects almost all types of dangers caused by electricity. Many LT Electrical Panels Manufacturers in India offer top-quality LT panels that are energy efficient and follow standard norms. Perfect Generator Technologies Pvt. Ltd. is one of them.  

[xabiaqtechnomedicals]

Top Applications of Transparent Tape in the Medical and Pharma Industry

In the fast-paced world of healthcare, even the smallest products can make a big impact. One such essential product is transparent tape. Often overlooked, it plays a critical role in medical care and pharmaceutical operations. At XABIAQ Techno Medicals, we understand the importance of quality and precision when it comes to medical adhesive solutions.

As trusted Transparent Tape Manufacturers, we’re here to explain how this simple yet powerful product supports life-saving practices across hospitals, clinics, labs, and pharma companies.

What is Transparent Tape in the Medical Field?

Transparent medical tape is a type of clear adhesive strip designed for medical use. It allows visibility of the skin or tubing underneath, which makes it highly practical in clinical settings. It is flexible, breathable, hypoallergenic, and safe for prolonged skin contact.

Whether securing dressings, IV lines, or labeling instruments, transparent tape provides a secure hold without causing skin damage.

Why is Transparent Tape So Important in Healthcare?

Transparent tape is:

Skin-friendly: Gentle on sensitive skin, ideal for elderly and pediatric patients

Clear and see-through: Allows continuous monitoring of wounds or medical devices

Flexible and breathable: Reduces the risk of maceration or skin irritation

Durable: Stays intact even in humid or high-movement environments

As experienced Transparent Tape Manufacturers, we ensure our products meet medical-grade standards, offering safety and reliability in every roll.

Top Applications of Transparent Tape in the Medical Industry

1. Wound Dressing and Bandage Securing

Transparent tape is commonly used to hold gauze, bandages, or dressing pads in place. Its breathable structure helps wounds heal faster while preventing contamination.

2. IV Line and Catheter Fixation

Medical staff use transparent tape to fix intravenous (IV) tubes, catheters, or cannulas without blocking visibility. This ensures accurate placement and reduces the risk of displacement.

3. Surgical Site Monitoring

After surgeries, transparent tape is applied over dressing to allow doctors to observe healing progress without removing the cover.

4. Tube and Wire Management

Electrodes, ECG wires, and drainage tubes are often held in place using medical-grade transparent tape. Its clear nature allows real-time observation of fluid movement or device alignment.

Applications in the Pharmaceutical Industry

Transparent tape plays a vital role in pharma manufacturing units too. Here’s how:

1. Packaging and Sealing

Pharmaceutical companies use transparent adhesive tape for tamper-evident packaging and labeling, ensuring safety and compliance with drug safety regulations.

2. Instrument Labelling

Clear tapes are used to label test tubes, equipment, and medicine boxes. Since it doesn’t obscure text, it's perfect for tracking and organization.

3. Quality Control and Sample Protection

In quality testing labs, transparent tape is used to temporarily seal samples or cover data sheets, preventing dust or damage.

As reliable Transparent Tape Manufacturers, XABIAQ Techno Medicals ensures our tape is suitable for use in cleanrooms and pharma-grade conditions.

What Makes a Good Transparent Tape?

If you're selecting a transparent tape for medical or pharma use, look for these features:

Latex-free and hypoallergenic materials

High tensile strength and long-lasting adhesion

Sterilization compatibility

Easy-to-tear design for convenience

At XABIAQ Techno Medicals, we manufacture transparent tapes that meet these exact needs, trusted by hospitals and pharma labs across the country.

Why Choose XABIAQ Techno Medicals?

As one of the leading Transparent Tape Manufacturers, we prioritize:

Medical-grade quality

Custom sizes and rolls

Fast delivery and bulk supply

Affordable pricing without compromising on standards

We have years of experience in providing adhesive solutions for healthcare and pharma institutions. Every product is crafted with precision, quality-tested, and packaged to support safety and efficiency.

Conclusion

Transparent tape may seem like a minor tool, but in the medical and pharmaceutical industries, its importance cannot be overstated. From wound care to lab labeling, it enhances efficiency, hygiene, and safety in critical environments.

At XABIAQ Techno Medicals, we are committed to delivering top-quality transparent tapes designed for the high standards of the healthcare and pharmaceutical sectors. If you are searching for reliable Transparent Tape Manufacturers, we are here to support your needs with consistent quality and expert service.