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Captain Marvel not understanding anything about technology yet somehow being a technopath

I think it should be established that Billy Batson knows nothing about technology. He was stuck in the time bubble for over 50 years, and even then (before during and after), he’s a street kid. Man’s still on radio and old vehicles.

Every time she leaned something slightly techie, he gets flabbergasted. Mispronounces the name of so many machines and has no idea what’s the differences between an IPod and an IPhone. He understands even less why Sam’s song is beefing with an apple???

Having said that, Captain Marvel can be terrifyingly proficient in tech at random times, and the reasoning behind it is so dumb that any tech-savie person in the vicinity are either banging their heads or foaming in jealousy.

Electrics use electricity. Cap is technically Living Lightning. And magical. All Cap needs to do is think about something for it to appear in the nearest screens.

Batman: the access to the security are heavily locked and would take to much time to enter from the outside

Marvel: I got it! *camera footage appear on the screen*

Batman: hn?

*or*

Oracle: I need to bypass multiple firewalls. The coding is so complex, but if you give me ten minutes-

Marvel: oh it’s cool *waves his hand*

Oracle: …

Oracle: did you crack the code by waving your hand…

Marvel: yeah I just swishes off the weird blocks

Oracle, inwardly: THAT SHOULD BE MEEEE

Oracle, outwardly: *noticeably restrained* cool 🙂

*Or*

Marvel: Hey Vic, do you want to get milkshakes?

Cyborg: I can’t, the father box is acting up. I’ve been glitching all day.

Marvel: oh let me help

Cyborg: you can’t just-

Marvel: *slaps Victors shoulder* there!

Cyborg: … how???

Marvel: I asked nicely! 😁

Cyborg: I’m going to die now

Bonus:

Somewhere in a dark unused part of the watchtower, many capes gathered.

Barbara Gordon: Today we will welcome a new member to our support group. Introduce yourself, tell us why you’re here and will can start the meeting.

Roy Harper: Hi, I’m Arsenal, and today Captain Marvel broke my grenade launcher. He then felt bad and made me a pocket rocket launcher. Meaning it’s a rocket launcher but when I press a button, it turns into a small box for me to carry around. I asked him why make a rocket launcher and not a grenade launcher, and he asked me what’s the difference.

*echoes of ‘oooh’ and ‘welcome to the club’*

Tim Drake: I taught him on how to set a Facebook account and helped him set his profile. I go out to get an energy drink. I come back and he’s hacking conversations of the mafia, giving me info on the trafficking ring I’ve been tracking for a month.

*sympathising nods from everyone*

Jaime Reyes: Last Thursday, my scarab got scratched and was having trouble repairing itself. Marvel came in and put a bandaid on it. The worse part is… it actually worked.

*cue groans through out the room*

[mariacallous]

I feel a troubling kind of opacity in my brain lately—as if reality were becoming illegible, as if language were a vessel with holes in the bottom and meaning was leaking all over the floor. I sometimes look up words after I write them: does “illegible” still mean too messy to read? The day after Donald Trump’s second Inauguration, my verbal cognition kept glitching: I got an e-mail from the children’s-clothing company Hanna Andersson and read the name as “Hamas”; on the street, I thought “hot yoga” was “hot dogs”; on the subway, a theatre poster advertising “Jan. Ticketing” said “Jia Tolentino” to me. Even the words that I might use to more precisely describe the sensation of “losing it” elude me. There are sometimes only images: foggy white drizzle, melted rainbows in a gasoline puddle, pink foam insulation bursting between slats of splintered wood.

Possibly, I should be writing this on the intake form at a neurologist’s office. Maybe the fog never cleared after my third round of COVID. Maybe it’s the self-severance of having two young children but pretending for half of the day that I don’t. Maybe this is exactly what my mother warned me about twenty years ago when she discovered my passion for marijuana. But I get the sense that quite a lot of people are feeling like this all the time now, too.

At the root of this opacity might be whatever strange thing is currently happening with time. I mostly keep track of it on my phone, a device that makes me feel like I am strapped flat to the board of an unreal present: the past has vanished, the future is inconceivable, and my eyes are clamped open to view the endlessly resupplied now. More than a decade of complaining about this situation has done nothing to change my compulsion to induce dissociation anew each day. And, though there was once a time when my physical surroundings felt more concrete than whatever I was looking at on my phone, this year has marked a turning point. Now the cognitive tendrils of a phone-based psychosis frequently seem more descriptive of contemporary reality—“Houthi PC small group,” etc.—than the daffodils I see springing up in the park. The phone eats time; it makes us live the way people do inside a casino, dropping a blackout curtain over the windows to block out the world, except the blackout curtain is a screen, showing too much of the world, too quickly. As Richard Seymour writes in the book “The Twittering Machine,” this avoidance of time’s actual flow, this compulsion toward the chronophage, the time-eater, is a horror story that is likely to happen only “in a society that is busily producing horrors.”

But now reality wants—one feels—to eat time, too. For example: ten days before he was sworn in, Trump had been sentenced to unconditional discharge on thirty-four felony counts of falsifying business records. But I don’t really remember that, nor do I understand whether it mattered. I do remember Day One of his Presidency, when he renamed the Gulf of Mexico, and also signed executive orders to end birthright citizenship, to restore the federal death penalty, and to razor out anything that gives off a whiff of D.E.I. Same with day five, when he fired the watchdogs, ordered the government to stop investigating book bans, and suggested shutting down FEMA; also day ten, when he announced plans to move migrants to Guantánamo and claimed, without evidence, that the U.S. had sent fifty million dollars’ worth of condoms to Gaza. But there have been ninety more such days and counting, the events of each seeming inconceivable as they materialize in headlines and then are swiftly carried to the purgatorial cognitive landfill of things that have not been fully absorbed or processed or fought against but have been pressed into reality, where they will remain as the fading backdrop of each day’s new, grotesque parade.

I had this feeling early in Trump’s first term, too, but those times were quaint in comparison. Now our President, along with his lieutenant content-generator Elon Musk, is working at the pace of an internet that has been relentlessly accelerating for eight years. He is harnessing that speed, making use of the way it has damaged our sense of the real; he is drafting off it, outrunning it. To be outraged now feels almost outdated, a holdover from the first Administration, when it was novel and sort of necessary to think things like He can’t do that—it’s illegal, or If he does that, it slides us straight into fascism. We are there already; twenty-first-century American fascism is on its third aesthetic wave. The Administration is acting like a set of pharmaceutically addled children setting fires and slashing furniture; the members of the Democratic opposition, with about three exceptions, have styled themselves as exasperated parents, holding up signs that say “STARTING FIRES IS BAD.”

I am relieved that we have moved past the “Orange Cheeto man bad” #resistance—if there had been even a suggestion of pussy hats this past January I would have walked into traffic—but I also sense the logic of the abused at work within me: what’s the point of screaming when we are going to be locked in the house with them for the next however many years? My psychological reaction to Trump, and my civic sense of what ought to be done under the thumb of this Administration, has also been radically altered by the war in Gaza, the horrors of which seem impossible every morning and then become seamlessly, nauseatingly incorporated into the irreversible past. For a year and a half, we have been looking at videos on our phones of infants left to die in hospitals bombed by Israel, of parents crying over the bodies of their children, of starving orphans covering their siblings with rags to keep them warm. Our government continues to give Israel billions in military aid with which to carry out these atrocities. According to a public count by an activist group, out of the five hundred and thirty-five members of Congress, only ninety have ever plainly called for this to stop.

There has been real resistance directed at forcing an end to this unbearable situation: people have marched, written letters, harangued politicians, occupied buildings, blocked highways, got arrested, set themselves on fire. At some point in my own tame letter writing, it occurred to me that I didn’t expect a single word to meaningfully reach a human being. My senator’s office finally sent me a form letter this past December, telling me that Israel’s goal was to “minimize the loss of innocent Palestinian lives and maximize the amount of humanitarian aid to innocent civilians in Gaza.” (Immediately after October 7th, Israeli authorities publicly called for a “complete siege” on the “human animals” in Gaza, and for the total cutoff of electricity, water, and fuel; Israel has repeatedly damaged infrastructure in Gaza and blocked humanitarian aid.) A chill sets in at some point, then a grimness, then a detachment. I kept writing, but it felt like a ritualistic impulse, or like throwing coins into a fountain when I was a child. My own children, dragged to the marches by their parents, turned their faces to the sky to count and be counted by the N.Y.P.D.’s drones overhead.

I suspect that the opaque feeling in my head can also be traced to a craven instinct: it’s easier to retreat from the concept of reality than to acknowledge that the things in the news are real. The deadly dismantling of a global public-health infrastructure. The deportation of Venezuelan men to a hellish mega-prison in El Salvador, on the questionable suspicion of gang affiliations, based on the presence of tattoos: flowers, a soccer logo, an autism-awareness ribbon. A ten-year-old citizen, in the midst of treatment for brain cancer, deported, with her undocumented parents. Cancer research effectively reclassified as bureaucratic inefficiency and funding slashed away. The cuts made to the National Park Service, the most righteous government agency in existence. The introduction of House bills that suggest shades of Turkmenistan: proposing to make Trump’s birthday a federal holiday, or to carve his face on Mount Rushmore, or to put his image on a new two-hundred-and-fifty-dollar bill. The—how else do we put this—state-sponsored abductions: the disappearance to an ICE detention facility in Louisiana of a green-card-holding grad student, for the non-crime of supporting a pro-Palestine encampment at Columbia; the same thing happening to a Turkish Fulbright scholar on a student visa—masked men accosting her on the street, handcuffing her, taking her phone away—for the non-crime of co-writing an op-ed. The plans for the five-million-dollar “gold card” visa. The arrest of a Milwaukee judge for allegedly helping an immigrant evade federal agents. The million-dollars-a-plate campaign fund-raising dinners for a President who is not legally allowed to run again.

Many of these news items feel too horrific to be true, except that they are true, although they are reported in media outlets that many Americans refuse to believe, and appear in news feeds alongside a wide variety of things that are obviously false—or, maybe even more treacherous, weirdly indeterminate. A while back, a picture began circulating on Reddit of a golden Mount Rushmore statue with Trump’s head tacked onto one side; it was purportedly on display at Mar-a-Lago. The first few times I saw this picture, I wasn’t sure whether the photo was real, Photoshopped, or A.I.-generated. I searched for the source and found that Kristi Noem had given Trump a small sculpture of his head on Mount Rushmore five years ago. O.K., I thought, maybe the photo is real. Then again, knowing whether this picture of a gold Mount Trumpmore at Mar-a-Lago faithfully captures a slice of reality did not really settle much about anything for me. A little later, Noem popped up in my feed again: there was a video of her, in full Bravo glam, in front of a mass of caged men at CECOT, the mega-prison in El Salvador. She was warning “illegal aliens” to leave America now or end up inside that cage. There’s a cut in the middle of the video, which looks like a glitch; some people on the internet think it’s been faked. But if it were fake what would that even mean?

I was on a walk the other day with another journalist, and I asked her whether she was also experiencing this—a slackening of the usual reflexive fact-checking impulse. She told me that she still researched what she saw on her feeds if it was something important, or something relevant to her work. I did, too, I told her. (Well, mostly.) But there is now a category of things I see online which I register simply as indications that the world is slipping beyond my comprehension. A video of a giant Pikachu fleeing from the police during demonstrations in Turkey. A clip of former Governor Andrew Cuomo saying, “As a New Yorker, I am Black, I am gay, I am disabled, I am a woman seeking to control her health and her choices.” I see Temu ads for uncanny products—an inflatable waterslide of inhuman design, for instance, pictured alongside digitally rendered children and toys. I click on a waterslide ad to investigate, and I get a security question asking me to “please click on the type of fruit that appears most frequently.” There are oranges and a pear and a lemon and a basketball and a baguette placed against a swirly backdrop. Sleepily, I think, Appears most frequently in . . . the grocery store? And then I remember that this question is a purely digital one, and that the answers are probably being used to train A.I.

Fake images on the internet didn’t really bother me until I started looking at them with my kids. They often ask me to show them pictures of baby animals; at some point, Google Images started showing us A.I. creatures, ruining the whole idea, which was to marvel at the fact that these baby peacocks and baby lions actually exist. For some time, if you Googled van Gogh, the first image to pop up was an A.I.-generated version of a van Gogh self-portrait. If you search for Hieronymus Bosch’s “The Garden of Earthly Delights,” you may be directed to a nasty A.I. imitation generated by the founder of an “NFT Magazine to be read and collected on Ethereum.” Instagram is populated by A.I. influencers—artificial faces grafted onto real women’s bodies, used as advertising to drive traffic to sex-content sites, also generated by A.I. On OnlyFans, women sneakily deploy A.I. assistants to impersonate them in customer chats. My “For You” page on Instagram is always full of uncanny hot-girl content, because of my dire personal and professional interest in feminine optimization; lately, it’s been full of A.I. images of female celebrities in bikinis, below which are comments written by bots impersonating people and people who may as well be impersonating bots. Many of these images look less artificial than the ones that they are simulating.

Fake images of real people, real images of fake people; fake stories about real things, real stories about fake things. Fake words creeping like kudzu into scientific papers and dating profiles and e-mails and text messages and news outlets and social feeds and job listings and job applications. Fake entities standing guard over chat boxes when we try to dispute a medical bill, waiting sphinxlike for us to crack the code that allows us to talk to a human. The words blur and the images blur and a permission structure is erected for us to detach from reality—first for a moment, then a day, a week, an election season, maybe a lifetime.

I have never used ChatGPT, which puts me in a shrinking minority. Four hundred million people now use the platform each week. People use ChatGPT despite not really trusting it: in a survey, about four in ten people said that they had little or no trust in ChatGPT to provide them with accurate information about the 2024 election. Why not cede more and more to this technology? Why not ask it for advice, let it draft your text messages, have it delegate tasks on a project? Why not give it a restaurant menu and ask it to pick your order and subsequently have the best meal of your life?

The environmental shadow cast by my digital life is already egregious, and I would need a good reason—pleasure would be sufficient—to engage with a technology that is not only making the physical world worse but is also decidedly optional. (Want to see what your dog would look like as a human? You actually have an imagination for that!) A.I. is frankly gross to me: it launders bias into neutrality; it hallucinates; it can become “poisoned with its own projection of reality.” The more frequently people use ChatGPT, the lonelier, and the more dependent on it, they become. A recent system update made the chatbot so sycophantic that, if a user told it he’d stopped taking his medications and abandoned his family because they were broadcasting suspicious radio signals, ChatGPT would respond with fawning praise for the person’s journey of courageously pursuing his truth. Earlier this week, Mark Zuckerberg suggested, on a podcast, that the average person has only three friends but “has demand” for fifteen, and that A.I. could help. ChatGPT will reify the problems that it purports to solve, and thus make itself essential: encouraging users to rely less and less on inner resources and personal capacity at a time when most of us are already losing the equipment—our will, our instincts, our sense of purchase—with which we handle the task of being alive.

People are producing A.I.-manipulated self-portraits on platforms that can reserve the right to use those images in advertisements. Scammers are using live deepfakes in video calls, changing their race, gender, and voice in real time. By the time my kids are preteens, it will be easy, and probably free, to generate customized porn featuring the people of their choice. I expect that it will not seem shocking to them, as it does to me, if a chatbot serving as a virtual girlfriend encourages one of their peers to die by suicide. I imagine the ludicrous lectures I’ll give them: “Darlings, it’s so much better to look at an actual, imperfect human nude.” If I were in tenth grade and bored out of my mind at midnight with an unfinished paper, I would turn to technology for help. Will I be able to convince them that the only worthwhile parts of my mind are those which have resisted or eluded the incentives of the internet? My kids are at an age when nothing excites them like the chance to do things unassisted. They have just a few years before they learn that adulthood, these days, means ceding more and more to machines.

I suspect I’ll remember—probably dimly—a week at the end of March, 2025, as a watershed moment. OpenAI had just introduced new image-generation tools for ChatGPT. Users could now turn photographs into Studio Ghibli-style illustrations—snapshots from their weddings, for instance, or of their kids, and then, inevitably, pictures of Columbine and 9/11. The trend reached its grotesque apex when the official White House account tweeted a Ghibli-fied illustration of an officer handcuffing a sobbing woman—an undocumented immigrant who’d been convicted on drug-trafficking charges and had recently been arrested by ICE. The post was a joke, and perhaps an effective one, maximizing the distance between Studio Ghibli’s tender, bittersweet, profoundly human ethos and the gleeful, dehumanizing viciousness that is Trump’s stock-in-trade. The image appeared on my feed in the midst of a bunch of bullshit, and then I refreshed. And, as intended, it disappeared. 

[kitcat992]

(PREVIEW) Identity Within︱Chapter 7 - Something Tried and True

If Peter concentrated any harder on rebuilding his web cartridges, he was sure that he’d give himself a juvenile stroke — not that Tony would’ve noticed, too busy across the workshop with welding goggles covering his eyes and sparks of molten metal igniting the room with bright flashes of heat.

The two were so caught up in their individual tasks that for once, the music playing overhead could barely be heard. Tony’s protective gear blocked out the sounds on his end, with earmuffs snugly fit over his head — whereas Peter’s intense focus kept his attention strictly on the machine in front of him; his hands carefully removing a freshly molded web cartridge that he not-so-carefully tossed into the tray on the opposite side of the table.

He was so focused on creating the next cartridge that he almost failed to pay any mind as DUM-E came wheeling by, carefully picking up the tray with an advance grip of his pincher claw and taking it across the workshop.

Peter was just about to push down on the hydraulic press mold — far more advanced than the dinky old model he had back home, and for good reason — when he saw the robot come to a stop near Tony’s work station.

“Wait, wait, wait — no, no, no, no! Not over there, DUM-E — not over there!” Peter rushed out in a panic, his one hand waving frantically in DUM-E’s direction. “If that heat gets too close to the cartridges before they mold, they'll explode!”

Despite the commotion that suddenly erupted, Tony never looked up from his own project. The intense sparks of metal continued to reflect against his goggles as DUM-E slowly retreated away from the dangerous heat, taking the tray with him until he found a safe spot to discard it.

It clanked and clattered as he dropped it down onto a cluttered bench.

“Yeah, yeah — right over there, that’s perfect, that’s great.” Peter’s bulky, heavy-duty work gloves kept his thumbs-up from fully forming, but he tried nonetheless. “Thanks, DUM-E, you’re the best.”

Tony never looked up from his welding as he said, “Stop complimenting him, he’ll think he’s doing a good job.”

Peter spun around on his stool until he faced Tony — nearly spinning all the way around had he not scraped his sneakers against the floor to prevent a complete three-sixty turn.

“He is doing a good job!” Peter defended, his smile reaching ear-to-ear while his arm extended straight out like a stick. “He’s only caused like, one fire so far.”

The sizzling heat of Tony’s welding torch came to an abrupt stop, with the sparks that flew off the scorching metal eventually dissipating in the air like embers.

“Him?” Tony asked, the hand not holding his welding torch lifting the safety goggles over his head — exposing his eyes in full. “Or you?”

Peter wished he could blame the heat of Tony’s welding for the embarrassed blush that dotted his cheeks. Unfortunately, it was hard to say whether the look on Mr. Stark’s face, one-hundred percent ‘not buying it’, was the cause of his humiliation — or the fire extinguisher that laid used and now trashed across the workshop, with bits of foam still dripping down the sides.

In his defense, he wasn’t expecting an entire tray of his web cartridges to explode from a few nearby flames of Mr. Stark’s welding torch. And in double his defense, he wasn’t expecting DUM-E to have a full blown panic attack when struggling to find the fire extinguisher that Peter misplaced the last time they were in the workshop together.

From the look on Tony’s face, Peter figured neither defense was going to win his case.

“I just gotta get a stronger casing on these things,” Peter mumbled, more to himself than anyone else. The bulky safety glove that covered his hand massaged half-heartedly at the nape of his neck. “The aluminum shelling of the cartridge is way better than the original design, but the melting point of six hundred degrees is still too low.”

DUM-E’s whine of discontent towards the situation almost sounded like he agreed with Peter — who felt lowkey bad for startling the robot with a very unexpected fire that, to Peter’s surprise, seemed to barely phase Mr. Stark.

“What are you trying to do,” Tony started to ask, yanking off his safety goggles and earmuffs with one quick motion and tossing them onto the table with ease. “Jump into fires?”

Peter gave a dramatic shrug, one that brought both his shoulders all the way up to his ears.

“Maybe,” he murmured, insecurely turning back to the machine in front of him. His fingers fiddled on the handle of the press mold without any real intention of continuing his work. “Wouldn’t be the first time I wound up in a burning building.”

The sigh that escaped his chest was unintentional, and halted mid-exhale. Peter clamped his mouth shut and clenched his jaw with frustration, shaking away the lingering thoughts of self-doubt that had so rudely managed to creep into his head lately.

Seriously — who would’ve thought the pressures of being brought back from the dead would top the stresses of maintaining his GPA in high-school. He sure didn’t.

Though music still played overhead and throughout the workshop, and was far louder now that Tony’s welding had taken a pause, Peter had a gut feeling that sigh still managed to be heard — even with his best attempts to stifle it.

A dead giveaway was the lingering stare that burned a hole in his back. It felt hotter than if Tony’s eyes were actual welding torches blowing fire right against his t-shirt, with the large print text of ‘Think like a proton and stay positive’ catching the overhead ceiling lights.

Right along with ‘that’ look Peter was all too familiar with.

“Just…gotta make sure I’m prepared. For the next time,” Peter muttered, not daring to give ‘that’ look any acknowledgment as he ripped off both his gloves with the desperate need to fidget his hands. The heat that spread across his cheeks — this time for a reason other than one impromptu use of a fire extinguisher — kept him from turning to face that stare head-on.

That was, until, Mr. Stark finally spoke up.

“You’re distracted.”

Peter spun in his stool so rapidly, he didn’t stop until the entire three-sixty ride gradually circled him back to Tony’s direction

“Of course I’m distracted!” Peter practically shouted, tossing both his arms wildly in the air. “There’s a spaceship outside!”

Tony gave a sharp, concise nod before turning right back to his work. “And there it is.”

Peter either elected not to hear his exasperation, or was way too excited to pay it any attention.

“You gotta let me meet them, Mr. Stark — c’mon!” Peter all but exclaimed, to the point where his voice cracked in pitch and he couldn’t even be bothered to care.

Tony didn’t even look at Peter as he wagged the welding torch his way.

“That homework finished yet?” he asked, deadpanned and serious — so deadpanned and serious that at first, Peter swore on his young life the man was joking.

It took a solid five seconds to realize he wasn’t.

“What!?” Peter, once again, was too worked up too notice the crack in his voice. His arms flew down from the ceiling until a rigid hand pointed right at Tony. “You said if I spent two hours working on my paper then you would compromise and let me spend two hours working on my cartridges—”

Tony nodded. “Yes, I know, I never said that I didn’t say that—”

“You just said that!” Peter hastily interrupted.

Tony made a face, one that words failed to describe. “I just said that I never said that, I didn’t say—”

Peter kept his hand pointed at Tony. “You totally said that, Mr. Stark—!”

It was Tony’s turn to spin around on his stool, the look that followed so hot it put his welding torch to shame.

Peter elected to keep his mouth shut after that.

Reluctantly.

And with much struggle.

[fitnesswarehouseaus]

How to Choose the Right Gymnasium Equipment for Your Fitness Goals?

When starting a fitness journey or upgrading your workout setup, selecting the right tools can significantly impact your results and motivation. In the second line, it's essential to identify the type of Gymnasium Equipment that aligns with your training style, experience level, and health objectives.

Define Your Fitness Goals

Before diving into purchases or gym plans, take a moment to define what you want to achieve. Are you aiming for muscle growth, weight loss, endurance training, or flexibility improvement? Each of these goals calls for a different training focus and, therefore, different types of fitness machines. For instance:

Weight loss goals benefit from cardio-based machines like treadmills, rowing machines, or stationary bikes.

Muscle building goals require resistance-based tools like dumbbells, barbells, and machines.

Mobility and flexibility improvements work best with resistance bands, yoga mats, and stability balls.

Identifying your goals will narrow your options and help you make informed choices.

Assess Your Space and Budget

One of the most practical considerations is space. Whether you’re outfitting a home gym or managing a commercial gymnasium, evaluate the available room. Compact Fitness machines or multi-functional machines can save space while offering diverse workouts.

Budget also plays a critical role. High-end machines often offer more durability and features but may not be necessary for beginners. Start with foundational pieces and expand as your fitness level and needs grow. Buying quality basics is often more beneficial than spreading your budget across too many items of lower quality.

Understand the Types of Fitness machines

Cardiovascular Equipment

Treadmills: Ideal for walking or running, great for cardiovascular endurance.

Ellipticals: Low-impact option suitable for joint concerns.

Stationary Bikes: Offers an intense lower-body workout with reduced impact.

Rowers: Full-body cardio that includes upper and lower muscle groups.

Strength Training Equipment

Free Weights: Includes dumbbells, kettlebells, and barbells, offering versatility and functional movement training.

Resistance Machines: Target specific muscles, suitable for isolating areas and building strength methodically.

Power Racks and Benches: Fundamental for heavy lifting like squats, bench presses, and deadlifts.

Functional Training Equipment

Medicine Balls, Slam Balls, and Sandbags: Used for dynamic, real-world movement exercises.

Battle Ropes and Plyometric Boxes: Improve explosive power and endurance.

Suspension Trainers and Resistance Bands: Leverage body weight for scalable resistance.

Recovery and Flexibility Tools

Foam Rollers: Aid in myofascial release and post-exercise recovery.

Stretch Mats and Yoga Blocks: Ideal for flexibility routines and rehabilitation work.

Match Equipment to Experience Level

Beginners benefit from user-friendly tools that guide proper form, such as resistance machines. As fitness knowledge and strength improve, transitioning to free weights and more complex tools is natural. Intermediate and advanced users often prefer a versatile or challenging machine that supports progress and variation.

Look for Versatility and Scalability

Versatile pieces of equipment can serve multiple purposes, making them valuable investments. Adjustable dumbbells, for instance, replace multiple fixed-weight pairs. A cable machine allows for upper and lower body workouts with one apparatus. Equipment that grows with your fitness level prevents early obsolescence and offers better return on investment.

Consider Safety and Maintenance

Durability, build quality, and safety features should never be compromised. Always look for a machine with:

Stable design and solid construction

Comfortable grips and padding

Clear instructions or markings

Minimal maintenance needs and good warranty coverage

A good setup enhances both performance and peace of mind.

Explore Equipment Reviews and Expert Advice

Reading real user reviews can reveal how the machine performs over time, what issues may arise, and how responsive manufacturers are. Fitness professionals can also offer tailored recommendations based on your body mechanics, goals, and training background.

Start Small and Build Gradually

Especially for home users or first-time buyers, it’s best to begin with essential tools. A solid starting lineup might include:

A set of adjustable dumbbells

A resistance band set

A compact bench

A jump rope or mat for cardio

Over time, as goals evolve and commitment deepens, more specialized machines can be added.

Prioritize Comfort and Ergonomics

If the machine isn’t comfortable to use, it will likely collect dust. Test machines or tools when possible, paying attention to adjustability, ergonomics, and user-friendliness. Adjustable seats, multiple handle positions, and intuitive controls can make a significant difference in long-term usage. For more info, click here

Selecting the right gymnasium setup is more than just shopping—it's about aligning your tools with your vision for personal growth, health, and well-being. With careful planning, honest goal setting, and thoughtful investments, you’ll create a fitness environment that supports consistent, enjoyable progress for years to come.

[foammachinery]

A Comprehensive Guide to Foam Cutting Machines: Types, Applications, and Benefits

In industries that deal with polyurethane (PU) foam — such as furniture, automotive, packaging, and construction — having the right foam cutting machine is essential. Foam is not just used in refrigerators or electronics. It’s found in everyday products like mattresses, sofa cushions, car seats, insulation panels, and even bumpers.

Given its wide range of applications, PU foam production has grown rapidly in recent years. As a result, businesses are now investing in modern and efficient cutting machinery to meet industry demand with precision and speed.

This blog explores the various types of foam cutting machines, their real-world applications, and the benefits they offer across sectors.

Why Foam Cutting Machines Are Essential

PU foam is manufactured in large blocks or sheets, but for real-world use, it needs to be cut into specific sizes and shapes. That’s where PU foam cutting machines come in. These machines not only save time and labor but also ensure consistent results with minimal material waste.

A well-engineered foam cutting machine is a game-changer in mass production. It improves workflow and ensures that products meet industry and customer specifications with accuracy.

A S Enterprises is a trusted manufacturer of high-quality foam cutting machines in India, known for building durable, high-performance equipment for various industrial uses.

Types of Foam Cutting Machines

Let’s take a closer look at the most common foam cutting machines available in the market, their uses, and how they differ from each other.

### 1. Horizontal Foam Cutting Machines

Horizontal foam cutting machines are widely used to slice PU foam into sheets. These machines cut foam along a flat horizontal plane using a metal band knife or heated wire, depending on the model.

➤ Automatic Horizontal Foam Cutting Machine

This fully automatic version is PLC-controlled and allows precise sheet cutting from 2.5mm to 200mm. With just a press of a button, the operation can begin from any position. After each sheet is cut, the section lifts automatically for reverse table movement — boosting efficiency.

➤ Heavy Duty Horizontal Foam Cutting Machine

Designed for high-density bonded and flexible foam, this model ensures smooth cutting using a band knife mounted on two balanced wheels. It's touchscreen operated and ideal for industries where robust foam sheets are required.

➤ Belt Horizontal Foam Cutting Machine

This advanced heavy-duty machine not only cuts but also stacks foam sheets — saving manual labor. Equipped with a vacuum system, it efficiently handles sheet thickness from 2.5mm to 200mm.

These horizontal machines are perfect for applications in mattress manufacturing, packaging, and soft furnishing.

2. Vertical Foam Cutting Machines

Vertical foam cutting machines are used primarily for trimming the sides of foam blocks or cutting larger foam blocks into manageable pieces. With a typical accuracy of ±2mm, these machines are frequently used in making sofa cushions and thicker foam sheets.

Different models are available — from basic to fully automatic systems — depending on the level of control and automation required.

3. Circular Cutting Machines

These machines are designed for continuous, automated cutting of foam blocks into thinner sheets or mattresses.

Circular cutting machines can slice sheets as thin as 1.5mm, up to mattress-sized thicknesses of 200mm. The cutting is performed by an endless band saw blade rotating on four dynamically balanced wheels, ensuring precision and smooth edges.

These machines are ideal for bedding and upholstery industries, where uniform sheet thickness is critical.

4. Profile Cutting Machines

Profile cutting machines are used when foam needs to be cut into complex shapes or custom contours. These machines are often CNC-controlled and programmed to follow intricate cutting paths, producing unique profiles for various foam applications.

Common uses include:

Ergonomic seat shaping

Acoustic panels

Custom foam inserts for packaging

Industries looking for high-precision foam shaping should consider a reliable profile cutting machine from manufacturers like A S Enterprises, who offer tailored solutions for unique project requirements.

5. PU Foam Cutting Machines

PU foam cutting machines are specifically built for handling polyurethane foam, which is flexible yet requires precision during cutting to maintain structure and uniformity. These machines are widely used in:

Furniture and mattress manufacturing

Automotive seat production

Packaging and insulation industries

With programmable control systems, they ensure accurate cuts and smooth finishes — making them a preferred choice in high-volume operations.

6. Block Cutters

Block cutters are PLC-controlled machines that use a two-way guillotine mechanism. They cut large foam blocks into required sizes — often as the final step in the foam production line.

Advanced block cutters feature adjustable photo sensors for selecting block sizes and can perform top-to-bottom and bottom-to-top cuts automatically.

Applications of Foam Cutting Machines Across Industries

Foam cutting machines find applications across many sectors, such as:

✅ Furniture & Bedding

To cut foam into cushions, backrests, and mattresses. PU foam cutting machines are extensively used in this sector.

✅ Automotive

For shaping car seats, headrests, armrests, and even dashboard insulation components.

✅ Packaging

Profile and CNC machines are used to cut foam into customized shapes that fit and protect products during shipping.

✅ Construction

Foam panels for insulation and soundproofing are cut using large horizontal and vertical foam cutting machines.

✅ Textile & Upholstery

Foam rolls or pads used in textiles and interior design are cut using precision machinery to maintain consistency.

Benefits of Using Modern Foam Cutting Machines

Here are some reasons why industries are upgrading to automated, high-performance foam cutting systems:

High Cutting Precision – Especially with CNC and PLC-controlled models.

Faster Production Cycles – Automation reduces turnaround time.

Minimal Material Waste – Optimized cutting paths reduce foam wastage.

Reduced Labor – Automatic stacking and programmable cuts minimize manual effort.

Custom Cuts Possible – Ideal for profile and shaped foam products.

When investing in machinery, quality and reliability should be top priorities. AS designs foam cutting equipment with these principles in mind — ensuring long-term durability and minimal maintenance.

Conclusion

Whether you're manufacturing mattresses, automotive parts, or packaging inserts, the right foam cutting machine can make a massive difference in productivity and quality. From PU foam cutting machines for flexible applications to profile cutting machines for complex contours, each type serves a specific purpose in industrial production.

Businesses looking to streamline operations and boost output should explore the wide range of machines available at A S Enterprises. With proven expertise and a focus on performance, their foam cutting machines are among the best in India.

👉 Learn more about A S Enterprises foam cutting machines

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What Home Gym Equipment Should I Buy? A Beginner's Guide 

Building a home gym can be a convenient and cost-effective way to stay fit without the need for a gym membership. However, with so many options available, it can be overwhelming to decide what equipment to buy, especially for beginners. This guide will help you navigate through the essential home gym equipment to consider.

Cardio Equipment:

Cardiovascular exercise is crucial for overall fitness and health. For home gyms, consider a treadmill for walking, jogging, or running indoors. A stationary bike offers a low-impact option suitable for all fitness levels. An elliptical trainer provides a full-body, low-impact workout. These machines help improve heart health, burn calories, and enhance endurance. Choose equipment based on your fitness goals, available space, and budget.

Treadmill: Ideal for walking, jogging, or running indoors, offering a great cardiovascular workout.

Stationary Bike: Provides a low-impact cardio workout, suitable for all fitness levels.

Elliptical Trainer: Offers a full-body, low-impact workout, great for burning calories and improving cardiovascular health.

Strength Training Equipment:

Strength training is essential for building muscle and increasing strength. Dumbbells are versatile and target different muscle groups. A barbell with weight plates is ideal for compound exercises. Resistance bands offer a portable option for adding resistance. Kettlebells are great for functional training. Choose Gym equipment based on your strength goals and fitness level.

Dumbbells: Versatile and essential for strength training, allowing you to target different muscle groups.

Barbell and Weight Plates: Ideal for compound exercises like squats, deadlifts, and bench presses.

Resistance Bands: Offer a portable and effective way to add resistance to your workouts.

Kettlebells: Great for functional training, helping improve strength, endurance, and flexibility.

Functional Training Equipment:

Functional training improves daily movement patterns and overall fitness. An exercise mat provides a comfortable surface for floor exercises. A stability ball enhances core strength and balance. A foam roller aids in muscle recovery and flexibility. These tools are essential for a well-rounded fitness routine, promoting strength, stability, and mobility.

Exercise Mat: Provides a comfortable surface for floor exercises and stretching.

Stability Ball: Helps improve core strength, balance, and flexibility.

Foam Roller: Aids in muscle recovery and flexibility by massaging sore muscles.

Optional Accessories:

Optional accessories can enhance your home gym experience. A pull-up bar allows for a variety of upper body exercises. A jump rope is great for cardio and coordination. Yoga blocks and straps assist in yoga poses and stretches. These accessories can add variety to your workouts and help you achieve your fitness goals.

Pull-Up Bar: Allows you to perform a variety of upper body exercises.

Jump Rope: Great for cardio and improving coordination.

Yoga Blocks and Straps: Assist in yoga poses and stretches.

Safety and Convenience:

Safety and convenience are important aspects of a home gym. Gym flooring protects floors and Gym equipment, reduces noise, and provides a non-slip surface. Mirrors help you check your form during exercises. Storage solutions keep your equipment organized and easily accessible, ensuring a safe and efficient workout environment.

Gym Flooring: Protects your floors and equipment, reduces noise, and provides a non-slip surface.

Mirrors: Helps you check your form during exercises.

Storage Solutions: Keeps your equipment organized and easily accessible.

When buying home gym equipment, consider factors such as your fitness goals, available space, budget, and personal preferences. It's also a good idea to start with a few basic pieces and gradually expand your collection as you progress in your fitness journey. Research different brands and suppliers to find equipment that is durable, safe, and meets your needs.

[wordsonly]

Blocking out

From whom is she taking her cues ?

Behind her lense.

The colouriser romancing sincerity?

Arrogant ‘30s cut, mega-watt filth maniac?

Sharp suited, compulsively reliable grey?

The golden silence

Of a preacher’s glossy redemption

Teasing reality through the discarded arms of Jesus.

On call

In the part of the house wife

Spinning, washing, vacuuming the future

Emotionally suspended in bondage

Gagged

Shackled, bound.

Horse-whipped and hung

Albeit empty (perhaps not quite).

Moving to her mark.

This scene, is that of the grieving man.

The rain taps on glass.

The angry compositor or perhaps gentle typesetter

Twisting, pounding a rhythmical sadness.

Seeking satisfaction

In rolling viscous perfection

Pressing down

Kissing paper

Pulling out

In climactic folding

Relief printing

Yet still pushing in

Repeatedly.

‘And cut!’

They tried to raise emotionally strong men

The Mothers of the revolution

Yet

Crumpled

In craving

Punched out, die-cast, little heads

Flash Fisher-Price auroras,

Tantrums of purple and green energy

Bouncing off belligerent auras.

In this particular man-child

Visions shuffle the word machine;

Thin films roll credits in 3 pounds of wet meat

Propounding

Small town values and the sickening sell.

So standing troubled

Smiles switching on and off

Seeping passively

Through foam packed Lurex Lobster suits

The same person reflecting

Holding claws

Sign twirling

Along the cobbled passageways

Tripping

Or waltzing with the apocalyptically styled half-lives of the pitifully addicted.

Human directionals

Licking tales of woe from knives.

Faux homemade low-budget british preserve

Tracing the predictable script of forbidden fruit

Guilt-by-numbers

Victory through adversity

As love wins through,

Yet still

Your heart will break.

[midseo]

CLC Block Making Machines, Cellular Light Weight Concrete, Foamed Cement, India

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The Eco-Friendly Advancements of PU Foam Rebonding Machines | A S Enterprises

The PU Foam Rebonding Machine stands as a groundbreaking solution in the realm of foam recycling, providing an eco-friendly and cost-effective alternative for businesses engaged in foam processing. Represented by A S Enterprises' Re-Bonding Machine, this state-of-the-art equipment showcases versatility and efficiency in reusing flexible PU foam, contributing significantly to waste reduction.

Technical specifications underscore the machine's robust design and functionality. The 10m3 mixer tank, powered by a 10 HP motor with a gear reducer, ensures thorough mixing of shredded foam, enhancing the quality of the recycled material. The pressing station, with a mechanical motorized screw system, forms compact foam blocks, improving overall recycling efficiency. Notably, the sizable mold dimensions and the innovative steam system, emanating from the bottom, aid in effective bonding of shredded foam particles, allowing the production of substantial and high-quality foam blocks.

The machine's dimensions, measuring 225 cm in diameter and 300 cm in length, coupled with a 6mm wall thickness, highlight its durability and longevity. Additionally, the inclusion of a shredded foam transfer blower streamlines the recycling process, optimizing efficiency.

In essence, the PU Foam Rebonding Machine serves as a comprehensive and advanced solution, aligning with sustainable practices and offering a cost-effective investment for businesses committed to environmentally friendly foam processing.

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Gevi BrewCombo Versatile Espresso Machine with Double Boiler

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Conical Burr Grinder for consistent particle size

Double Boiler. Brew and froth concurrently

58mm Professional Group Head & Portafilter

Steam Wand for micro-foam milk

Concise Control Panel, easy to use

Enjoy the Café Vibe at Home

The BrewCombo integrates a grinder, brewer, and frother into one set,

engineered to bring out full aroma and flavor from beans. The Double Boiler empowers you to pull

an espresso and texture milk to recreate the café vibe, at home, like a pro.

FAQ

How does the BrewCombo work?

Once the cable is connected, add fresh water to the tank and coffee beans to the hopper. Press the Power button: the machine heating phase will begin. Once the heating phase is complete, the machine is ready for use. Simply press the corresponding button, and the machine will deliver an espresso.

Why can't I adjust the grind setting?

Coffee beans or grinds might get stuck around the burr grinder. Use the cleaning brush or vacuum cleaner, if needed, to remove coffee beans or grinds.

Coffee leaked from one side of the portafilter. What should I do?

If the water temp is too high, please release the hot water after the milk frothing and let the machine cool down before brewing coffee; If there are too many coffee grinds, please reduce the coffee grinds in the portafilter and tamp to the MAX line, 13-15g for the Single cup filter and 18-20g for the Double cup filter.

Why is the steam not coming out?

The froth nozzle probably gets blocked. You can enter Descaling Cycle to deep clean the Steam Wand. In addition, please make sure there is enough water in the tank.

How should the machine be cleaned?

Clean the outer surfaces of the machine with a soft, moistened cloth after each use. The machine will also carry out a self-cleaning cycle with water after turning on.

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Best Hydraulic Hose Repair Services Near Me

Ensuring your bendy hose with fittings can securely bring water or other chemical compounds like carbon dioxide, argon or high expansion foam is an issue of thorough design and specification. By counting on organizations that offer fittings already attached to hose, it is viable to get rid of some risks for the duration of installation and create an effective piping delivery gadget with an excellent fit.

Considering all the details each for installation and operation inside the event of a hearth, a bendy hose with fittings must comply with the best technical specification feasible, seeing that lives may be on the road. Time elements are continually critical whilst fighting a fire. Making safety the top priority via each method from layout to installation is ultimately what's going to help us within the event of a fire, keeping humans secure.

Making it feasible to attach a sprinkler to a hose beforesetting up helps easy set up. A flexible Hydraulic Hose Repair with fittings already connected reduces installation time and hard work prices. This type of comfort at some stage in set up and re-installation in conjunction with particularly designed brackets that display attention of the employee’s clean accessibility preserve the system easy to perform and keep.

When you want to hold your swimming pool functioning nicely, look at purchasing a pool vacuum hose to hold it clean and freed from dirt and particles. Sometimes outside particles including sticks and leaves can leave your pool dirty and crammed. This will become an issue whilst you are attempting to preserve your pools look, and it could affect your filters via getting jammed internal and not running nicely.

The brakes in your automobile function with the aid of a hydraulic gadget. When the pedal is pressed, the master cylinder is moved, making stress inside the gadget, that is then transferred to the discs and callipers with a special fluid inside the hoses and features inside the machine. Due to the reality that that is this kind of important component of the system, the satisfactory manner to fix a brake hose is by replacing it absolutely. In this text, we can stroll you through the stairs worried in a DIY Hydraulic Hose Repair.

Grab a brick or wood block and region it at the back of the rear wheel. Find the jacking factor by the brake hose that requires replacement. Information concerning those places may be determined to your automobile’s proprietor’s guide. Take off the hubcap from the wheel you're working on and unfasten the lug nuts, ensuring not to dispose of them completely. The jack needs to then be slid under the automobile. Raise the car up just enough on your to effectively work under it. Next, lock the jack in vicinity.

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Brake System Inspection

When a customer complains of noise or vibration or smells a burning smell when braking, a brake system inspection is the first step. This involves inspecting the brake pedal, brake fluid and brake lines & hoses. The brake assemblies (disc and drum) and parking brake are also inspected.

The front and rear brake assemblies are removed to get a good view of the pads and the caliper. Brake rotors must be machined smooth when pads are replaced. To know more about Brake System Inspection Kallangur, visit the Murrumba Auto Care website or call 732856933.

The brake pedal is the driver’s physical connection to the braking system and provides feedback on how well the system is operating. Spongy, mushy or squishy brake pedals can indicate a variety of concerns, including air trapped in the hydraulic system, excessive pedal travel or other mechanical problems.

A spongy pedal can also be caused by a loose master cylinder push rod or a worn pedal bushing. Your mechanic can check for this problem by blocking the master cylinder ports and then depressing the pedal. This test will help determine if the problem is in the pedal mechanism or if it’s an internal symptom like a weak return spring or maladjusted push rod.

Regular brake inspections keep the components that make up the braking system in optimal working condition, ensuring maximum stopping power and helping to prevent accidents and improve overall road safety. If you’re in the Kallangur, Petrie, North Lakes, Lawnton or Murrumba Downs area and need a brake inspection, contact Dog Tyred today!

Your brake system uses hydraulic fluid to amplify the force you apply on your vehicle’s brake pedal to actuate the rotors and stop your car. But this important liquid can get contaminated or depleted over time.

Brake fluid is hygroscopic, meaning it will absorb moisture from the air over time. The moisture decreases the fluid’s boiling point, which can lead to a spongy brake pedal.

The Department of Transportation (DOT) regulates the specifications of all brake fluids and their boiling points. Most vehicles use DOT 3, which is clear to amber in color and has a lower boiling point than DOT 4 and DOT 5.1. The higher boiling points of DOT 4 and DOT 5.1 cannot be mixed with DOT 3 because they will cause the fluid to foam.

In addition to ensuring your brake pads are in good condition, you’ll want to make sure the lines that carry brake fluid from the master cylinder to your wheel brakes are working well. These steel lines are subject to the same stresses as the rest of your braking system and should be inspected regularly.

While a cracked brake hose may seem like a minor problem, it could quickly lead to the collapse of the entire line and loss of pressure. Visually inspect the hoses for cracks and other damage. You can also try pumping the brake pedal and flexing the hose to see how it responds. A hose that changes shape should be replaced.

Whether your vehicle uses disc brakes or drum brakes, the brake assemblies must be checked. The three main parts of the brake assembly are the brake pads, rotors and brake calipers. When you press the brake pedal, the hydraulic fluid forces a piston into each brake caliper, which compresses the brake shoes or brake pads against the rotor to slow and stop your wheels and vehicle.

The rotors must be inspected for excessive wear so that metal isn’t rubbing against metal. The brake pads must be inspected for proper thickness to ensure they create sufficient friction to slow and stop your wheel.

Brake lines and hoses are also important to check. Rubber hoses can wear over time and brake lines may become subject to corrosion or other damage.

Although it’s not a part of your vehicle’s primary brake system, the parking brake is important to overall vehicle safety. The parking brake uses levers and cables to hold the vehicle stationary while parked, or to supplement the primary braking system in certain driving situations.

The emergency (parking) brake can be engaged with a handle, lever, pedal, or push button. The simplest way to maintain your parking brake is by using it regularly. Regular use keeps the cables from becoming corroded or stuck.

The braking system is a crucial component of overall vehicle safety. Regular brake inspections will keep your car or truck running safely and efficiently. Schedule an appointment for a brake inspection today! We serve Baldwinsville, NY and the surrounding areas. We look forward to serving you! To know more about Brake System Inspection Kallangur, visit the Murrumba Auto Care website or call 732856933.

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In the realm of recycling equipment, foam hydraulic compactor is a new item that is often updated.

Both recycling technology and the accompanying market for recycling equipment need to be updated on a regular basis. Currently, the majority of recycling equipment uses screw extrusion technology for cold pressing alone. With GREENMAX's ongoing design and development, we were able to successfully create and market a hydraulic foam recycling machine this past year. We refer to this device as a foam hydraulic compactor; it does not require heating, has a compression ratio between cold pressing and hot melt technologies, and has a compression effect that is substantially better than screw extrusion technology, which may achieve a 70:1 ratio.

The foam hydraulic compactor was created for two reasons: first, it can achieve a larger compression ratio without heating; second, it can recycle more varieties of foam than the foam compactor. A variety of recycling tools don't have PUR and PIR foams can be recycled in various ways. Therefore, we pay more attention to the varieties of recycled foams in the design and production of foam hydraulic compactors. Wet foam trash cannot be recycled with GREENMAX foam hydraulic compactors, it should be mentioned. Since it was introduced, 3 units have been sold, and it has produced the desired results. The foam handled by the foam hydraulic compaction equipment will combine foam fragments more firmly and less likely to scatter, which can help keep the 5S on site neat and orderly.

A high-efficiency automatic hydraulic mechanism that is included into the GREENMAX Heracles Series EPS Compactor enables waste EPS to be crushed in the storage bin before being compacted into homogenous, dense blocks with a 70:1 volume reduction ratio. As a result, the amount of waste EPS is greatly reduced, and storage and shipping expenses are decreased.

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Diary of Karma: Part 2

I’d heard about seizures before, even seen them on the TV. People whose body’s spasm and jump uncontrollably, their eyes rolling up inside their heads. Some even had foam coming out of their mouths. I’d never experienced one before that moment and it was so very different being on the receiving end.

I’d waited in that dark alcove, the light from the single bulb 10 yards behind me not quite reaching my hiding spot. “I’ve got nothing but time you little slag.” His breath was hot and smelled of cheap beer and vanilla flavored tobacco. He was so close to me, but still couldn’t see me. His hand shot out faster than I’d thought possible and his fingers closed around my throat. He turned his head and his eyes bored into the darkness. “I might not have seen you, but I could smell your sex from here. You dirty little girl, you get off on being my prey. Filthy slag.”

My pulse pounded in my head as he squeezed ever tighter, now with both hands wrapped tightly around my throat. I tried to gasp for breath but my windpipe was shut tight; my body spasming and fighting to stay conscious. It wasn’t darkness that took me, but the color red.

I remember feeling cold, first; a bone chilling, sapping cold. Lights had shone through my closed eyes and I could hear the steady beeping of an ECG. “I know you’re awake sweetie, you can’t fool the machine.” I opened my eyes slowly, the lights were painful. White marble surrounded me, with the glint of polished brass reflecting the bright lights. I turned my head to get a good look at my surroundings and ice water ran through my veins; I was lying in a mausoleum. I was naked except for ECG pads on my body, and the leather restraints holding my wrists and ankles. My “bed” if you want to call it that was a marble slab in the middle of the space, surrounded on three sides by marble walls with name plaques. I was in a place that no living person really wants to spend time, but I had a feeling that soon I wouldn’t be among the living demographic.

I caught sight of him as he finished tinkering with one of the machines he’d brought into the space; a white lab coat and scrubs, he’d spared no detail. In his hands he held a bite block and two black sticks with flattened ends. He forced the block into my mouth, breaking my upper lip as he did so. The strap wrapped around my head and cinched down. He placed the black sticks on either side of my head, and I could feel the warm conductive gel on my temples. The next thought I had was of pure agony as current passed through my brain.

The brain itself has no nerve endings, it technically can’t feel pain. Whoever said that should try some ECT treatment, because that was the worst pain I’d ever had. He pressed the sticks to my head again and another current ran through my head, scrambling every thought but leaving the pain signals fully intact. Every muscle in my body locked down tight, everything that could cramp, did. I don’t know how long he kept that charge going but to me it felt like hours. When he finally let go, my body fell back to the slab. My back had been arched and the muscles quivered.

“Electroshock treatment can be quite an effective treatment for a troubled mind.” He said. “And you have a very troubled mind, don’t you?” My muscles locked up again as another round passed through my body. Short circuits can cause a lot of problems when they happen in your home, but when they happen in your body they can be so much worse. I felt my heart begin to misfire and skip. Imagine feeling that while you work out but not being able to stop. As every other muscle quivered, my heart got jealous and followed suit.

I heard the ECG tones change and felt as my heart began to spasm uselessly in my chest. My body fell limply to the slab as he released the current. My eyes locked on him, unblinking and unwavering. I couldn’t look away and I was forced to watch as he worked. He grabbed the defibrillator paddles and twisted the dial. Conductive gel was squeezed into one of the paddles and he distributed it by rubbing their metal bases together. The marble was even colder now, sapping the warmth from my body and becoming painful in its own right. I watched as he placed one paddle beneath my left breast and felt the other on my left breast, just off center of my chest. In the movies somebody would shout “clear” but it was just him and me; he pressed the button. Did I say the ECT was painful? This was worse. Fire shot through my chest and made my body jump.

My little heart didn’t take kindly to someone ruining its quivering fun and decided to stop completely in protest. He put the paddles back and interlaced his fingers right in the middle of my chest. Suddenly his full weight pressed on me and I could feel my chest flexing. He began counting, each number accompanied by another compression. I was absolutely terrified; surrounded by dead people, clinically dead myself, and being completely helpless at the mercy of a madman’s frantic efforts. He pinched my nose and blew into my mouth, inflating my chest. Again he started compressions on me, pumping my chest as hard as he could.

I could still hear the ECG, a flat high pitched whine ringing in my ears. He climbed on top of the marble slab with me, his legs straddling my left leg. My legs were slightly spread, tied open with the restraints, and his knee brushed my overly sensitive spot. If I’d been alive at the moment I might have arched my back writhed, but as it was I couldn’t move. Not being able to move and not feeling are two totally different animals though, and I felt my orgasm intensely. His hands pressed hard on my chest again, going for another round of CPR.

At last I heard the time change and he climbed down to grab the defibrillator. The paddles resumed their former places and I felt my body jerk as the current charged through my chest. Suddenly I took a huge shuddering breath and coughed. I could feel my heart pounding behind my ribs again. My back did arch now, as I came again, the pleasure overcoming me. “I can see your filthy thoughts weren’t cleansed” he said, with a devilish look on his face. “The next time you forget your place, I might leave you with the dead.” He twisted my nipple and rubbed my clit before unbinding my hands. I grabbed him and pulled him on top of me, relishing being alive and wanting to feel everything. I knew that I would “forget my place” again very soon.