#fuzzy logic toolbox

[chadobi]

I promise guys , I’ll get to your requests soon! But for now, I hope you’ll enjoy this one💜

“Under a Blanket of Code”

Bayverse!Donatello x Reader

The power had flickered out about an hour ago.

Mikey screamed something about the pizza oven dying and Raph immediately took it as a sign of the apocalypse. Leo was trying to organize a response plan, but Donnie had already disappeared into the darker parts of the lair—heading toward his lab like a man on a mission.

You didn’t even ask. You just followed him.

It was quiet in his workspace. He had a few emergency lights wired up, casting everything in deep purple and gold. Small LEDs blinked from different shelves, some flickering faintly like fireflies. In the middle of it all, Donnie was crouched beside a stack of servers, furiously typing on a portable rig.

You leaned in the doorway, watching him. He muttered something about “backup fuses” and “secondary distribution lines,” and then paused.

“I know you’re there,” he said without looking. “And I’m not mad. Just… mildly panicked.”

You smiled. “I brought tea.”

That made him glance up. His glasses caught a soft glint of blue from a nearby monitor, and he blinked, surprised. “Oh. Uh. Thank you.” He took the thermos from you awkwardly, hands still faintly buzzing with static.

“Want some company?” you asked gently. “I figured you might need backup.”

Donnie hesitated for a second too long. Then he nodded. “Actually… yeah. That would be nice.”

He gestured to a low platform on the floor surrounded by wires, toolboxes, and glowing screens. You kicked off your shoes and stepped carefully between cables. A fuzzy blanket was already half-draped over the space, clearly something Mikey had tossed aside days ago.

You plopped down, crossing your legs. “So what’s the damage?”

“Main power grid’s fried,” Donnie murmured, sitting beside you. “Generator’s holding up, but I’m going to need to do a manual reroute.” He adjusted his glasses with a tired sigh. “In the meantime, I figured… might as well make the place livable.”

He grabbed a small remote and tapped a button. A string of soft purple lights lit up overhead—cheap LED strips, flickering slightly, but warm in their own way.

“Donnie,” you said, raising an eyebrow. “Did you build yourself a tech blanket fort?”

He looked flustered. “No. I mean—not intentionally. I was optimizing work conditions, and the blanket just… enhances acoustic absorption and comfort for long-term programming sessions.”

“So,” you grinned, “a blanket fort.”

He huffed. “Fine. Yes. A highly advanced blanket fort.”

You giggled and tucked the edge of the blanket around your shoulders. “I love it.”

He blinked. “You do?”

“Of course. It’s kind of perfect.” You leaned back slightly. “It’s warm, quiet, glowy… and it smells like solder and coffee. Very ‘you.’”

Donnie was silent for a beat. Then, he mumbled, “I wasn’t sure you’d like it down here.”

You turned to him. “Why wouldn’t I?”

He shifted awkwardly, fingers fidgeting with a loose wire. “Most people… wouldn’t exactly enjoy sitting in a dark lab full of failing circuits and overheating processors.”

“I’m not most people,” you said softly.

Donnie didn’t respond at first. He looked down at the blanket, at the way it pooled around the two of you, and then carefully set aside the laptop.

“You know,” he started, voice lower now, “sometimes I forget there’s a world outside this lab. Not in a dramatic way, just… I get stuck in my head. The math, the logic, the endless systems I can’t control—sometimes that’s all I focus on.”

You were quiet, letting him talk.

“And then you show up,” he continued. “With tea. And sarcasm. And blankets.” His gaze lifted to meet yours. “And suddenly the world feels… a little quieter. Like the code finally compiled.”

You smiled, heart thudding gently in your chest. “Is that your way of saying you like having me here?”

“Yes,” he said immediately. Then cleared his throat. “I mean—logically speaking, your presence has a statistically significant impact on my overall mood and cognitive focus.”

“Donnie,” you said, nudging his arm with your elbow, “just say you like me.”

He went red. Deep red. The color crept all the way to his bandana. “I—okay—fine. I like you. A lot.”

You laughed and leaned your head against his shoulder. He froze for a second, then slowly, slowly relaxed under the pressure.

“I like you too,” you whispered.

Donnie didn’t say anything, but you felt it—the soft exhale, the way his hand curled just slightly closer to yours under the blanket. He didn’t need grand declarations. Not tonight.

You sat together in the tech-fort, surrounded by quiet buzzes and blinking lights, with the world outside temporarily short-circuited.

And honestly?

You wouldn’t have it any other way.

[traitor-on-board]

There had been a few technical difficulties on the station in the past few days. Lights flickering, coms falling out, doors jamming. Nothing that couldn’t be fixed in less than ten minutes though.

But Sven was still worried about it.

They had spent a lot of time building the rocket and double checking everything before the launch. And now there were so many problems just a few weeks later? He didn’t like that at all.

Their mechanics were taking care of most of the problems. Failing coms were usually fixed by Burt. Hopefully they would soon find the root of the problem.

„Sven?”

He pressed the button on his desk without even looking away from his computer screen. „What is it, Burt?”

„Did you eat breakfast?”

Sven groaned in annoyance „You really called me just to ask that?”

„I take that as a ‘No‘ and that might just be good for you now…“, there was a short pause and Sven could faintly hear the voice of another person „Come down to the engine room“

He got a bad feeling „Don’t tell me the engine is acting up too”

„It is but that’s not the main problem…”

„What is it then?”

„You should see for yourself. Knock an SOS, we’ve locked the doors”

Now he had a really bad feeling about this. He grabbed his jacket and hurried down to the engine room

The door was locked, just like Burt said. The pale face of the Toppat who opened it for him made him feel even more anxious. And the stench that was lingering in the room…

„What happened?”

„We- we have no idea”, he was stammering and seemed a bit weak in the knees when he led his boss to the back of the room „We got an alert that there was a problem with the engine and when we got here…”

He stopped and gestured for Sven to take the last steps without him. He obviously didn’t want to go near whatever was in that corner.

The first thing Sven saw was Burt looking at his tablet and tapping his foot on the metal floor. Another one of their mechanics was leaning against the wall and something was lying on the floor. There was not as much light as Sven would’ve liked to have plus it was covered with a tarp so he couldn’t tell what it was… he had a suspicion but he really didn’t want to be right.

„You found something here?”

Burt looked up from his tablet and nodded „Yeah. You’re not going to like it”

He could already tell that from the stench and the nervous look on the mechanics’ face. Now that he was standing next to Burt he could see what his second-in-command was looking at. It was the footage of one of the security cameras. „I dislike a lot of things…” he murmured before kneeling down to lift up the tarp.

It was a body.

„Herregud…” It wasn’t the first time that Sven saw a dead person, but the ones before were usually just shot. This was… a little bit more. He really was glad he hadn’t eaten anything yet.

„It’s Talinn”, Burt continued to tap his foot, making one of the few sounds besides the humming of the engine „About half an hour ago”

Sven let the tarp fall back down and looked up at him. His eyes were still on the security footage and he was biting his lip. He rarely saw Burt nervous… this really didn’t help his own anxiety about the situation.

„Who found him?”

„We did… came here to check on the engine after getting an alert”, the mechanic paused „Took us maybe five minutes to get here. Engine was fine when we came in… Then we heard a noise from back here and found him”

„What kind of noise?”

The other could only shrugged „Metallic. We think it might’ve been the vent cover moving”

Sven had to look around for a moment to find then vent. It was fairly high up, but not unreachable. And there was a trail of blood leading there.

“So… someone came in and fled through the vents?”

“They might’ve come in through the vents as well. The cameras didn’t catch anyone going in here since last night”, Burt sighed “But the cameras in this area fell out yesterday evening so who knows if someone hid here for this long”

Sven stood up again, not wanting to investigate the mess on the floor any further right now. “What about the camera in here?”

“This corner is a blind spot… Easy to see if you know where the camera is”

“It didn’t catch anything?” They definitely had to fix that then…

“A little bit. It’s not very helpful though…” The raven-haired Toppat tapped a few times on his tablet before turning it around. The screen showed the empty engine room, illuminated by red emergency lighting. A few seconds later Talinn stepped into the picture and looked around, probably checking if he could help with the problem. He wandered around for about a minute before turning the corner, entering the blind spot. Not even a second later his torso fell back into the picture and hit the floor. He was quickly dragged back into the corner. The only thing that was seen from the culprit was a hand that snatched Talinns’ hat and everything looked as if nothing happened.

Burt fast forwarded the footage. The emergency lighting turned off and, true to their word, the mechanics showed up not even five minutes later. They paused and then went straight to the corner, only to stumble back into the picture. The younger one obviously freaking out loudly. The two talked for a moment, calming down slightly before one grabbed a tarp from a nearby toolbox and the other one turned to leave the room. Sven just guessed that he was about to go get someone. He was still barely in the cameras’ view when he stopped, turned again and led Burt to the corner.

“That’s… a lot happening in just a few minutes…”

“We took pictures of everything before calling you”

Yeah… That was the logical thing to do. This was definitely not the scene of an accident. Sven couldn’t imagine what could accidentally slice someones’ stomach and pull out their guts… It was a murder… and the only people on the station all belonged to the clan.

The murderer was another Toppat.

“Call someone down from med bay, we need to get Talinn to the morgue”

“What should I tell them? “

Sven had no idea… “Nothing for now… I want all elites in the meeting room as soon as possible. You two”, he turned to the mechanics “Close off this room. No one is allowed in here as long as the engine is not making any problems. If it does, I want you to take care of it”

Both of them nodded “Yes, chief”

He sighed and looked down at the covered body “And no word about this to anyone yet. We’ll tell them after the meeting...”

 Carol Cross and Mr. Macbeth were the first elites to arrive in the meeting room. And Carol refused to wait for the others. She wanted to know then and there what caused the swede to pace around nervously.

She got very quiet after Burt handed her his tablet with the pictures of the crime scene pulled up.

Sven stopped his pacing and sat down at the head of the table once everyone was seated and the door was closed. “I’m sure by now most of you have seen the photos” Burts’ tablet was still going around the table. “Talinn Circus was killed in the engine room” There was an uncomfortable silence, only interrupted by a silent gasp when the tablet reached the last person. “We don’t have any prisoners on the station… Everyone here is a part of the clan”

“So we’ve got a traitor on board…” Macbeth said grimly.

Sven nodded before continuing “The culprit was not caught on camera and fled through the vents. It’s also possible that they came in through that way.”

“So we have no clues who it could be?” Gene furrowed his eyebrows.

The leader shook his head “All we can do is see who wasn’t in the engine room at the time. If someone was caught by a camera somewhere else they’re cleared”

“That should be a short list then”, Carol was somewhat optimistic “We’ve got cameras in almost every room and corridor”

“We do… but a lot of them weren’t functioning properly or at all” Burt turned around the laptop he had been working on. The footage on the screen was fuzzy and glitching out. There were definitely people but it was very hard to see and identify their faces.

“Cameras falling out conveniently at the same time”, Ahnoldt scoffed “Doesn’t sound like a coincidence to me”

“Most likely not” That was the other thing that made Sven nervous. There was an alert for the engine but when the mechanics got there everything was fine. The emergency lighting had turned off shortly after Talinn had died…

“I always thought sabotaging our systems was impossible” Albert seemed honestly concerned. What else had they been wrong about?

“It’s almost impossible to sabotage them from outside the station”, Burt corrected the older Toppat “This is someone sabotaging from the inside, possibly with granted access to the system”

Macbeth crossed his arms “All that happened can be caused by someone who simply has access to the system? That would be a lot of people”

“Not ‘simply’… You’d need complete access to everything, with administrator rights, to shut off the cameras and coms or close doors like that”, Burt looked down the table “And before someone else points it out, I have both of those things. There’s no proof that I’m not the one messing with everything but I’m cleared for Talinns’ murder”

“You’re not the only one, as third in command I have those rights as well”, Carol added.

“Is it possible to see if someone hacked into our systems?” Sven quickly asked before anybody could start throwing accusations at Carol or Burt.

Burt scratched the back of his neck and looked at the laptops’ screen “Theoretically. It would take a while though to find traces of that. If someone managed to do it then they’re no amateur. Plus, someone still has to look at all the footage that we have to clear as many of us as possible, that’s going to take some time too…”

“Can we even trust you with that?”

“Burt did not kill Talinn!”

“Who’s saying that the saboteur and killer are the same person?”

“Do we have two traitors?”

“Then, are they working together? If so even the people on the cameras wouldn’t be cleared”

Everyone started talking over each other, blaming not only Burt and Carol but also the mechanics and other elites and higher ups. If this was the kind of chaos that these news would cause in the whole clan… They probably shouldn’t tell anyone else yet.

[daxstudies]

17 people, 17 questions

Got tagged a little while ago by the lovely @moonxstudies!!

Nickname: Don’t really have one (idk how you’d shorten Dax haha)  

Sign: Aquarius  ♒ 

Height: 5’4″

Hogwarts house: Ravenclaw

Last thing I googled: pdf Documentation for MATLAB fuzzy logic toolbox   

Song stuck in my head: Wow. by Post Malone

No. Of followers: 28?! After only 4 posts? Ah I love you guys 💕

Amount of sleep: usually 7-8 hours but I’m in a crunch time so its like, 6    

Lucky number: 625

Dream job: CEO of a cutting edge medical equipment/software company (or maybe a surgeon?? idkkk)   

Wearing: Pajamas, the Ultimate Power Suit™ 

Favorite song: Yoko Ono by Moby Rich

Favorite instrument: Bass in any song. . .I just like making floors vibrate

Aesthetic: Urbanized cottagecore. Y’know, like, tiny apartment with lots of plants, thrifted overalls drying out on the fire escape, carrying a bunch of wildflowers on the subway.  

Favorite authors: J.K. Rowling and Becky Chambers 100% 

Favorite animal noise: Rabbits make a very soft whirring sound when they’re enjoying being pet and it elevates my soul   

Random: I went on a walk with my a friend of mine (socially distanced! I promise) and we’ve both been working on CompSci stuff recently so we traded info and it was super peaceful. Gotta love nerdy friends.

Tagging: @redlitmusbluelitmus, @daisiestea, @stellar-kinematics, @flynnstudies, @chazza-studies-alevels

Made by @katiestudies

[kimzey0323]

Use of Miracle Box on MediaTek Chipset Smartphone

What do you think when I say about a Miracle Box? Generally, a box where you will get all the miracle things is known as the Miracle box. But, today we will talk about the Miracle Thunder box that helps your device to flash the Mediatek smartphone sets and stock the ROM’s. To flash the firmware of your device you can also use this Miracle box.

Use of Miracle box on Mediatek smartphones

If you are looking for a friendly interface with an easy process, the Miracle box is the ultimate solution for you. This box uses the technology of Fuzzy logic and a great combination of hardware and software for the device. This technology also helps to identify the problems of your device.

The Miracle box has so many advantages that you can use it on your device. This box helps to unlock all the device lock including the country lock from your device. You can also unlock the boot loader and the pattern lock, It helps to unlock the fingerprint and give a simple solution to easily flash the device. To get factory reset by using the miracle box is now so easy. Basically this box helps to remove all the security along with the device and makes the flash process easier than before.

Since we are talking about the miracle box that provides so many facilities that are easy to use on your device. The process of using it given below.

At first, go to your computer and download the miracle box. After downloading the miracle thunder, now open the firmware file that you want to use it on your device.

You can choose the latest version to use it. Now, open the Miracle toolbox latest version that you downloaded earlier.

Find out the MTK button from the box and choose to open it. It will start running on your device.

Now search for the write button on the right side and lick it.

Select the Boot menu and choose the processor version from it.

Now select the folder of firmware and open the file.

On the Miracle, setup clicks the start button and connect the device with your computer or laptop through a USB drive.

Wait for some time to install the file on your device and then start the rest of the process.

It will take a while to install the full file. Sometimes it delays because of the device configuration.

After finish, the process, disconnect the smartphone from the laptop. Before disconnecting the device, make sure you close the miracle dongle software.

It is the safest and simple way to use the Miracle thunder repairing box to solve the problem of your device.

Miracle thunder not only helps you to set up or repair any problem on the device but also, saves your time. You don’t have to go to the mobile repairing shop or leave the mobile in the store. So, this is also a safe way to recover anything from your mobile.

[loginautocad360]

Matlab Applications

Applications of Matlab:

The current advancements in MATLAB have made it a very competitive tool for Artificial Intelligence, Robotics, Image Processing, Wireless Communication, Machine Learning, Data Analytics, and other fields. MATLAB may be used as a tool for simulating diverse electrical networks. Although it has a wide range of applications, circuit branches and mechanical engineering employ it primarily to tackle a fundamental set of problems. It is a tool that makes it possible to compute, programme, and visually represent the outcomes.

The matrix or array is the fundamental data type in MATLAB, as the name would imply. Professionally constructed MATLAB toolboxes let you materialise your fantasies. Programming in MATLAB is very similar to programming in C, so you just need to brush up on your fundamental programming knowledge.

MATLAB is used in the applications listed below.

Statistics and artificial intelligence (ML)

For programmers, MATLAB's toolbox can be quite useful. It is simple to implement statistical techniques like descriptive or inferential statistics. The same is true for machine learning. Modern challenges can be solved using a variety of models. Big data applications can also utilise the employed methods.

Fitting curves

The toolbox for curve fitting aids in the analysis of data distribution patterns. It is possible to anticipate future trends once a specific trend, which can be a curve or surface, has been obtained. Additional graphing, integral and derivative calculations, interpolation, and other tasks are possible.

Control systems of a certain sort are attainable. Bode plots, Nyquist plots, open-loop and closed-loop dynamics, controllability and observability, and other factors can be acquired One can visualise various controlling methods like PD, PI, and PID. Either time or frequency domain analysis is possible.

Processing of Signals

Various engineering disciplines teach signals, systems, and digital signal processing. But MATLAB offers the chance to properly visualise this. On any given signal, different transforms, including Laplace, Z, and others, can be applied. A theorem may be verified. Either time or frequency domain analysis is possible. There are numerous available built-in functions.

Mapping

There are numerous uses for mapping across numerous industries. For instance, the MapReduce tool, which has numerous real-world applications, is quite important in the field of big data. Analysis of theft or the detection of financial fraud, regression models, and contingency.Data mapping can be used for analysis, social media prediction techniques, data monitoring, etc.

In-depth learning

It's a type of machine learning that can be used for picture analysis in medicine, speech recognition, and financial fraud detection. You can use a variety of technologies, including time-series analysis, artificial neural networks (ANN), and fuzzy logic.

Analyzing finances

Before beginning any project, an entrepreneur must conduct a thorough investigation and a financial analysis to determine the best course of action. All of the necessary tools are contained in MATLAB. It is possible to identify components like profitability, solvency, liquidity, and stability. It is possible to evaluate business valuation, capital budgeting, cost of capital, etc.

Processing images

The most common application that we observe almost every day are bar.When delivering data from distant satellites and receiving and decoding it in the same manner, digital image processing also plays a significant role. All of these applications can be supported by existing algorithms.

Analysis of text

Sentiment analysis can be performed on the text. Within a few milliseconds of entering any text, Google returns millions of search results. Text analysis makes all of this possible. In forensics, handwriting comparison is possible. One piece of software that can do everything, with no restrictions on applications.

Designing electric vehicles

Used for modeling electric vehicles and analyze their performance with a change in system inputs. Speed torque comparison, designing and simulating of a vehicle, whatnot.

Aerospace

This toolbox in MATLAB is used for analyzing offers resources for speech analysis, acoustic measurement, and audio processing. It also offers methods for extracting audio and speech features and transforming audio signals.

Conclusion:

It offers a sizable library of mathematical operations for solving ordinary differential equations and performing linear algebra, statistics, Fourier analysis, filtering, optimization, and numerical integration. It offers tools for creating personalised plots as well as built-in graphics for visualising data.

[seilon]

You're right about character playlists and you should say it. It's already hard enough to fit songs with characters without additional arbitrary strict rules added on in a weirdly elitist fashion. Such a weird take to try and limit how people want to vibe. People can vibe how they want because it's all supposed to be fun, not stressful. Playlists, like video games, are more of a fuzzy magic than anything scientific or logical!

(it's Bucket, I'm just on anon because I don't like the way Tumblr does notifications for asks)

( :3c hello bucket)

yeah……..if anything, frankly I think limiting yourself to only ever make playlists in that super structured, aesthetic-focused style isn’t the best thing to do if you’re trying to create/develop/accentuate your characters and expand your strategies to do so. having a finite range you adhere to in terms of how you approach things like playlists (or similar things like moodboards or pinterest boards) is just overall taking away from your toolbox so to speak– so point is yeah it’s not great advice to me and the promotion of this weird purity thing for something as purposefully creative and self-expressive as playlists for original characters just comes off as somewhat entitled and elitist. not saying op IS entitled and elitist, just that the take itself has that affect.

idk the strict adherence to that one style being the Correct one because it Looks the best / is the most aesthetically pleasing kinda has a similar vibe to people who try and engineer their Spotify wrapped throughout the year by listening to certain songs that they want to show up in their top five on repeat, sometimes even with the volume turned off just to look “good” (whatever that means) when they eventually share it. but idk man 😔

[stranger-who-writes-fiction]

Since Streaky is canon now (yay! :D), I'm wondering, does Streaky exist in the Cool Aunt Kara AU too?

Short answer: YEP.

Longer answer:

Karais not a pushover. She's not.

Shepromised the Danvers that Alex would be in bed by eight. And she is!

Physically.In bed.

...Notasleep, but...Getting there?

“Okaaaaay,have I told you about the time Thara and I—”

“Yes,”Alex chirps, nodding solemnly.

“Howabout that one time I saved Atlantis?”

“Youtold that one last time.”

Karasighs, scratching her head. “Right, okay.” Alex looks at herexpectantly. The deal was, Alex would go to bed, if andonly if, Kara could deliver asatisfactory bedtime story. Kara had hastily agreed, of course, buthad not bothered to read the fine print:

Ithad to be one Alex had never heard before.

“Um...therewas that thing with the batmobile and the tire pump—”

Alexhuffs.

“Youtold that one too!” she says, crossing her arms and frowning. Karaholds up her hands.

“Right,right, okay!”

“It'sgotta be new.”

“Iknow, I know,” Kara placates, “just let me...” she trails off,thinking. She lets her gaze wander a bit, hoping something in Alex'sroom might offer inspiration.

Shockingly,Lego bricks and Barbies don't really jog any exciting memories.

There'sBrian the Otter, lying at the end of the bed, but Kara's alreadyexhausted her cache of Atlantean stories, apparently. A couple ofbrightly colored Beanie Babies, a cheap, carnival-grade Odie andGarfield, won last summer by Jeremiah—

Karastares at the faded orange cat.

“...HaveI ever told you...” she starts, the memory falling neatly intoplace, “about the time I accidentally gave my cat superpowers?”

Kansas,some years ago...

Thesun had not quite set over the Kent farm. It remained perched low onthe horizon, casting everything in an inviting orange glow, thelengthening shadows tinged with violet.

Karaignored the picturesque scene as she trudged angrily towards thebarn, Jon's toolbox in tow. The tools inside clanked noisily witheach step, announcing her intentions to a few stray chickens who hadwandered over from the coop out back.

“Shoo,”she muttered to the nearest one, who just stared and offered a mildlyoffended squawk. None of the chickens cared much for her; probablyhad something to do with her noisy trips to the barn.

(And...there was that one time...with the...super sneeze...)

Itwasn't her fault, though. (The noisy tool box. The super sneeze...that was definitely all her.) It was the dumb pod that was theproblem, refusing to work properly. She approached the craft inquestion, letting the toolbox drop to the hard packed earth floor ofthe barn with a sharp KER-CLANK.

Shetugged the faded blue tarp aside, gathering the material up into acrinkled, messy bundle before tossing it away.

Dull silver metal caught the early evening sunlight, and the glarereminded Kara to trot back to the barn door, and nudge it closed.

Theywere quite a ways from their nearest neighbor, but. They weren't all thatfar from the main road, and the glare would attract attention.

Doorshut, the interior of the barn was decidedly more gloomy, all dullbrowns and dusty air. Slivers of orange and yellow light peeking out frombetween the wooden slats were enough to work by for now, but. Inabout thirty minutes or so, Kara would have to break out the lantern.

Sighing,she approached the pod again, this time clambering into the crampedcockpit. Her hands automatically moved to the controls, muscle memorytaking over from there as she cycled through the safety checks andflight monitors—all essentially useless now, given the current fuellevels.

Ofcourse, she wasn't interested in a joyride, so it didn't matter. Shewas more concerned with the on-board computer, and the knowledgestored therein.

AccessCode: Accepted. The messagescrolled lazily across the readout in the familiar, blockycharacters of Kryptonese. Kara smiled in spite of herfrustration—reading Kryptonian was so...instantand effortless. English always took half a second more.

Query?

Karasighed, pulling a folded piece of paper from the back pocket of herjeans. In smudged ink was a list of possible search topics that,hopefully, would lead her to something, anything on theon-board computer resembling an encyclopedia, or collection of...of...

Well.A collection of whatever was kept on the Sun Stones.

Thenew search terms she had thought up in the last week were just asnonsensical as the ones she'd come up with the week prior, and theone before that, and the one before that. She ran out of logicalinputs well within the first month of trying to extract everythingshe could from the pods—now she was down to the really weirdstuff that was almost certain to bring up absolutely nothing.

Andshe was right, of course, which meant she had to try and deal withthe darn Sun Stones again.

Ah,the Sun Stones.

Wayeasier to use than the dumb controls on the pod. In theory, anyway.

Shegrit her teeth as she climbed back out of the pod, stalking over tothe workbench where, tucked in a hidden compartment, wrapped in aboutfour layers of grease-covered drop cloths, were the six Sun Stonesthat had accompanied the El children on their journey from Krypton.

Everythingthey'd need to know, everything they'd need to survive.

Andunderneath the bundle of red-tinged prisms was the light array thatallowed the information to be read off the nigh-invisible groovesetched in the crystalline surface.

Thevery broken, entirely useless light array.

Sheset the Sun Stones aside, pulling out the pieces of thearray and setting them on the workbench, running her fingers over themetal casings and tiny, fractured parts.

Afterstaring at them for a while, she took a seat on the nearby stool, andstared some more.

Staredand thought. Ran over various solutions to the problem athand—solutions she hadn't yet tried a dozen times over.

Thetask was difficult for a number of reasons, but almost all of themcould be boiled down to the fact that Earth simply wasn't equipped todeal with this technology—all the tools at her disposal wereso...so primitive. Taking a wrench to this was a sure fire wayto cause even more damage. (Kara knew, because she'd triedthat and all she had to show for it was more broken pieces.)

Shesighed, reaching for the most intact portion—the housing of thesmall deltahedron core. That, thankfully, was stilloperational. The core emitted a bright, cheerful sort of blue light,and hummed almost imperceptibly. She was trying to find a way tojust...bypass all the broken bits and make due with the workingpieces, but. Without the actual light part of the light array,all she really had was an extremely efficient battery and...yeah. Anextremely efficient battery.

“Maybe...maybesomething with magnifying glasses?” Kara muttered to herself,pulling the deltahedron from the housing and blowing off a bit ofdust that had settled on the surface. The barn door behind hercreaked, and Kara turned, ready to tell the intruding chickens to getlost.

Exceptit wasn't the chickens, but rather, the large, orange tabby that hadtaken up residence in the hayloft.

“Oh,hello,” Kara greeted the cat happily. She much preferred hercompany to the chickens. “Want back up in the loft?”

Thecat didn't answer (she so rarely did) and instead trotted to one ofthe posts and rubbed her flank along the corner, purring noisily.Kara stood to shut the barn door, but before she could do so, threetiny kittens scurried inside.

“Oh,hey!” she exclaimed, grinning. “You've got a family!” shepaused, something clicking. “That explains the round stomach...Ikinda thought you were just. Overeating.”

Again,the cat ignored her, but the kittens...they took a keeninterest in Kara's presence, sniffing at her work boots, pawing ather feet for attention.

Shehesitantly granted their request, keeping the interactions to pettingonly—she didn't really trust herself to handle the tiny things—theylooked so small and fragile, and she...she was clumsy. And superstrong.

Theyseemed pleased, though, purring up a storm and mewling happily. Karafound herself delighted by the distraction.

“Youguys are so cute,” she remarked softly, “And way more interestingthan broken Sun Stone tech.”

Thesmallest of the bunch—another orange tabby with a random whitepatch on its side—meowed loudly in what Kara had to assume wasagreement.

Sheliked that one. A lot.

“Areyou guys hungry?” she asked, carefully standing. She was prettysure Martha had some sort of canned meat on hand. “I don't think wehave tuna, or anything. But. We might have that fake ham stuff.”

Therewas no cry of protest (not that Kara really expected one) soshe figured that would work. She briefly wondered if she should putthe Stones and array back in the workbench, but. She wouldn't be gonethat long.

“Beright back,” she promised, hoping they'd stick around a bit longer.They were a great distraction, yes, and infinitely preferableto angrily fiddling with the array all evening, but. Moreimportant than that...

Karawanted to show Clark.

“Whatwere the cats' names?” Alex wants to know.

Karapauses, mid-recollection, momentarily caught off guard.

“What?”

“Thecats' names,” Alex repeats, only slightly exasperated. Apparently,this is vital information that she needs. Right now.

“Well...therewas Streaky...” she frowns, trying to remember. “And Fluffy, Ithink? Or Fuzzy...no. Fozzy. And the other one was Kermit. Yeah.” She looksover at Alex.

She'sfrowning. “Those names are...okay, I guess.”

Karashrugs. “Clark likes the Muppets.”

Alex doesn’t pursue that line of questioning further. Instead, she has others: “Isthe light ray the one my dad fixed?”

“Yes.”

“Didthe mom cat have a name?”

“No,we just called her barn cat.”

“Howmean were the chickens?”

“Verymean.”

“Howdid the cat get powers?”

“I'mnot there yet.”

“Oh,yeah. You gotta finish it.”

“Yes,well. May I?”

“Uh-huh.”

“Okay,so. The SPAM...”

“What'sit?” Clark asked as Kara tied his shoes. Martha stood by, plate ofprocessed meat product on hand, ready to go.

“It'sa surprise,” Kara told him with a grin. Clark wiggled eagerly,reaching for his sweater, and tried to hurriedly tug it over his headwithout Kara's help.

Hegot a little bit tangled, the sleeves turned at an odd angle, but hemanaged to get his head through.

“Iwanna see!”

“'Kay.But you have to be quiet,” Kara said, straightening thesweater. Martha laughed as Clark covered his mouth with his hands.“And no peeking, either,” Kara made him promise, though shedoubted he'd be able to get his x-ray vision working properly. Hewasn't quite...there yet, in terms of control.

Still,she did want it to be a surprise, so she waited for Clark toagree.

Whichhe did, with as much enthusiasm as he could muster while still beingvery, very quiet.

Karachuckled, and took the plate of meat from Martha.

“I'llbe out in a minute,” Martha said, turning back to the kitchen.“Just have to finish up the green beans.”

“Okay,”Kara said, taking Clark's hand. The two made for the barn, and Karareviewed the rules.

“We'regonna be quiet, right?”

“Yes!”he cried.

“Shhh,”Kara said, and Clark nodded, this time whispering back, “yes!”

Satisfied,Kara opened the barn door and told Clark to take the plate (with bothhands!) over to the middle-ish of the barn and set it on the ground.She could see the mother still basically in the same place she'd lefther, and spotted two of the three kittens playing with some hay a fewfeet off to the side.

Clark'sface lit up when he saw them, and it was clearly a strugglefor him to walk slowly to put the plate down, but he managed.

“Stayquiet and still,” Kara instructed, knowing that he'd want to petthem as soon as they approached. “Let them eat first, okay?”

“Okay,”Clark once again agreed, watching with rapt attention as the catscame over.

Well,as most of the cats came over. Where was the third one?

Karalooked towards the loft and the stacked bales of hay, but saw nottrace of the orange kitten. It wasn't by the pod, either. Where—

Somethingclattered, and then a loud buzzing filled the barn. The catsbristled, and Clark clamped his hands over his ears.

Karafelt the color drain from her face, recognizing the soundimmediately.

Thedeltahedron.

Shespun on her heel and—just as she feared—the orange kitten hadbeen batting around the sphere that Kara had left out on theworkbench.

She'dknocked it to the ground, and Kara could see, even from several feetaway, that the outer shell of the core was cracked. Blue energypulsed and sparked...

Butworse than that?

Thefact that the dumb catwas still playing with it.

“No!”Kara yelped, rushing forward with super speed as the kitten raised atiny paw, and the core burned bright blue with energy. She grabbedthe kitten in one hand, the core in the other.

Bigmistake.

Thecore burned on contact, and for a terrifying moment, Kara could feelthe energy as it raced up her arm and into her chest. The kittenyowled, clawing from her grasp a split second before she dropped thesmoldering deltahedron.

Bothlanded on the barn floor, but only onetook off for the safety of the hayloft, her siblings close on her tail.

Clarkwas crying, surprised by the loud noise and worried something hadhappened to the cats, or his cousin, or both.

Andthat of course,brought Martha running from the house, as Kara hissed and mutteredunder her breath and wondered if she should apply cold water to the burn,or just stand out in the sun for a bit.

“Whathappened?” Martha asked, rushing first to Kara, and then to Clark,once Kara waved her off.

“Catsmessed with...with a thing,” Kara struggled to explain, still a bitrattled by the whole experience. Deltahedrons were some of thesmallest power sources they'd had back on Krypton, but geez...didthey pack a punch.

“Shhhh,shhhh, hey, it's okay, it's okay,” Martha was telling Clark, overand over. Kara nodded, forcing a smile.

“Yeah,I'm fine Kal,” and she would be, so it was kinda true. “I'm sorryI yelled, I was worried about the kitty.”

“IsKitty okay too?” Clark wanted to know, sniffling. Kara x-rayed thebales of hay, and saw the entire cat family, spooked, but otherwisefine.

“Yeah,”Kara told him, pointing to the hayloft with her good hand. “Theywere just scared by the loud noise.”

“Likeme?”

“Yeah,”Kara said again, and winced as Martha tugged at her hand to get abetter look.

“Whatdid you say the cat was messing with?” she asked. Kara sighed.

“Adeltahedron.” She hissed as Martha continued to inspect the burn.

“Well.I have no idea what that is, but I'm surprised it managed to burn you,what with your thick skin and all,” she mused quietly. “You tellme—do we treat this like a regular burn?”

“Idon't know,” Kara admitted. “I think it'll heal, but...” hereyes were starting to sting, because the burn was starting to hurt.“Um. Could we...?”

“Iceit in the meantime?”

“Yes,please.”

Atwhich point, Martha ushered both Kryptonians back to the house,though Clark protested a little—he wanted visual proofthat the 'kitties were good.' (His words.) And it was only Martha andKara's combined persuasive arguments that he finally acquiesced,allowing the trio to go back to the kitchen, where Martha procuredfrozen peas and some aloe vera for Kara's hand.

“Yousaid the cat gets superpowers.”

“I'malmost there, okay?”

Thecats were scarce after that, and Kara couldn't blame them. Sheherself was less than eager to return to working on the light array,as it would involve patching the deltahedron's shell.

Notexactly something she was looking forward to.

Herhand did heal on itsown, but not before she spent several hours whining about it.(Because it hurt andwhat a dumb thing painwas. She'd been without it for about four years and she didn't missit much.)

Clarkkept asking about the 'kitties,' (again, his words) and desperately,desperately wanted hiscousin to find them.

“They'renot in the hayloft, Clark,” she groaned after he asked for the sixhundredth time as to their whereabouts. “I don't know where theywent.”

“Findthem,” he suggested, and Kara sighed.

“Ican try,” is all she was able to offer.

Clarkwas not pleased.

Butat least he stopped asking after that. And Kara thought the issue hadbeen dropped.

Untilone afternoon, a few days later, when she returned home from schoolto find Martha scolding Clark in the living room.

“Clark,”she said, tone stern. “Did you do this?”

Shegestured to some scorch marks on the rug.

“Kittydid it,” Clark said with sincerity.

Karahad to stop herself from laughing out loud.

“NowClark,” Martha bent down, so that she was eye-to-eye with him. “Youknow kitties don't have special eyes like you do.”

“Theorange kitty does,”he insisted, and looked back at Kara, who had set her bag aside, andtaken a seat on the bottom most set of stairs in order to tug off hershoes. “The one Kara touched. It glowed blue!”

Andof course. Neither Kara nor Martha believedthis outlandish tale about a glowing blue cat with superpowers. Thatwould be ridiculous.

Marthawas getting ready to further interrogate Clark when Jonathan walked in from the kitchen, cleaning his hands on arag.

“Thereyou are!” he exclaimed, beaming at Clark. “I wondered where myassistant had wandered off to.”

Marthablinked.

“Hewas with you? Out in the barn?”

“Allmorning.”

Karaand Martha stared at one another for a moment.

“Clark...”Kara says slowly, “where did Kitty go?”

Kitty,as it turned out, went quite a few places. All they had to do wasfollow the trail of smoldering destruction.

“Thankgoodness she didn't go back to the barn,” Jonathan muttered,stamping out a small fire in a tall patch of weeds.

Thekitten certainly lookednormal, and perfectly content to nibble on some blades of grass. Butstray sparks of blue energy would occasionally arc up her spine, andwhen she sneezed, well.

Karaunderstood why the rug wound up scorched.

“So...so,”Martha folded her arms across her chest and tilted her head, staringat the cat. “Your...deltahedron? Is that what you call it?”

Karanodded. “Yes.”

“Yourdeltahedron...gave a kitten superpowers.”

“Idon't...think so,” Kara frowned and thought about the incident, andthe odd feeling in her arms and chest. “I think...Ihad something to do with it.”

“You?”

“Yeah,I...” Kara wasn't sure exactly how to articulate, nor could sheactually prove it,but. Hedrons didn't give people powers. They just...didn't.

Thefact that her weird alien DNA had been literally standing between thehedron and the cat, though.

Thatwas food for thought.

“Theenergy went through me, first. So...” Kara shrugged. “MaybeI...rubbed off on her.”

Jonathanlaughed, and Martha shook her head.

“Wellthat...certainly is something.”

Clarkgiggled in delight as the cat sneezed again, and sent up a spray ofsparks. Both Jonathan and Martha took a step back, while Kararemained seated in the weeds.

Thekitten shook herself, licked her paw, and promptly trotted overbefore curling up in Kara's lap.

“O-oh,”Kara exclaimed, surprised but also...not-so-secretly pleased. “Um.Hi.”

Thecat sneezed again, and Kara flinched, but the sparks didn't hurt. Notmuch, anyway.

Theydid burn small holes in her shirt sleeves, though.

“Wecan't let her wander off,” Jonathan surmised, taking a look at thepatch of smoking earth. “Last thing Smallville needs is a felinearsonist running around.”

“Sowe let her burn down our house instead, hmmm?” Martha asked with a smirk.Jonathan shrugged.

“Well...”

Asthey went back and forth, trying to figure out how to deal with thesuperpowered kitten, Kara thought about the deltahedron, and thecracked casing of the shell.

“Ithink,” she interrupted the two of them. “I have an idea.”

Karacarried the cat back to the barn; neither Jonathan nor Martha couldrisk being zapped by weird Kryptonian energy, for obvious reasons.(Those reasons being: injury, and/or accidental superpower acquisition.)

Clarkoffered, but Kara didn't trust him to keep a tight enough grip on thecat—or maybe, it would be tootight. Clark's powers were still developing, but even at this nascentstage, they were potent.

Shedid, though, eventually have to pass the kitten off to him in orderto work. She was less concerned, however, because Martha and Jonathanstood guard at the barn door, ready and armed with welding masks andrubber gloves, should the cat make a break for it.

“Holdon tight, but not too tight, okay? Be gentlewith the kitty,” Kara instructed, belatedly realizing that sheherself had managed to transport the animal without squishing it. 

It was a pleasant surprise.

Clarknodded, and the kitten settled comfortably into his small arms. Hereverently stroked her head, using the lightest touch he couldmuster.

Karasmiled, and retreated to the workbench, where she regarded thedeltahedron casing with something of a resigned air.

“Thisis gonna make it harder to fix, isn't it?” she hadn't noticed thatJonathan had joined her. She curled her fingers into a fist, pressingher knuckles into the surface of the workbench. It creaked a little, but didn’t splinter.

“It'lltake a bit longer, yeah,” she told him. Though...it wasn'tentirely...truthful. It implied that there was even hope of fixingit in the first place, and. What with the deltahedron no longer being stable, and the amount of materials she'd need justto put the brokenparts back together, let alone the whole system...

She...shejust knew. That she'd never be able to get it to work.

“ButI mean...” she looked at Jonathan. “It's...my fault the cat'slike this. I have to help her,” she said, and then, frowning,added, “and I reallydon't want her to burn down the farm.”

“Yeah,I think we'd all like to avoid that,” he teased her.

Shetook a deep breath, reached for the casing, as well as Jonathan's boxof tools, and got to work.

Thecollar was not pretty.

Weirdhunks of alien plastic stitched onto mismatched scraps of nylon, itlooked less like a collar, and more like a collection of junk, strungaround the cat's neck.

Butwhen the cat sneezed?

Thesparks were drawn to the Kryptonian material via a process that, evenif Kara could explainit to Jonathan and Martha, their human brains would have no frame ofreference for it. Earth lacked the necessary scientific terms todescribe it.

Neitherof them seemed too concerned with the 'why,' though.

“Justso long as it works,” Jonathan remarked, pleased to see the collardoing its job. “Now she can come in the house.”

“We'rekeeping Kitty?” Clark asked somewhat breathlessly.

Jonathannodded. “She already pretty much lives in the barn.” The catsneezed, and once more, the sparks leaped to the collar. “And Idon't think we want to explain...that. To folks.”

BothMartha and Kara shook their heads. No, they did not.

“Soshe stays!” Jonathan declared, and Clark shrieked with pleased laughter.

“She'llneed a name,” Martha told the two of them. Kara and Clark thoughtfor a moment, staring at the kitten.

“Ilike Kitty,” Clark said.

“Simple,straightforward...” Jonathan nodded. “No frills...”

Karawasn't so sure.

“Well...whatabout...”

“Kermit,”Alex guesses.

Karais once more forced to an abrupt halt, stumbled by the interruption.

“What?No!” Kara says. “Streaky. We named the cat Streaky.”

Alexpushes up from her pillows and leans forward. “How come?”

Karasmirks and points back to the pillows. Alex huffs, and lies back downas Kara re-tucks her in.

“Becauseof that white spot on her side,” Kara says. “Like. A littlestreak. So...Streaky.”

“Whynot Sparky?”

“Becausethat's...” Kara blinks. “...Oh, that's...that's actually...prettygood,” she mutters under herbreath, before coughing and continuing. “Erherm. Clark likedStreaky.”

“Well,tell Clark it's a weird name.”

“I'lllet him know.”

“Andthat Sparky's better.”

“Gotit.”

“Thanks,Kara,” Alex says, pulling up the covers and reaching for Brian theOtter. Kara helps bridge the gap a bit, bringing the stuffed animalcloser so Alex can grab him. “That was a good story.”

“You'rewelcome,” Kara says, and can't help sounding a little bit pleased.She leans over to turn out the light. “Nightlight?”

“Psssh,no, nightlights arefor little kids.”

“Right,sorry.”

Shebids Alex goodnight, giving her a quick hug before turning off theswitch and heading for the door.

“Um,wait...” Alex says. Kara turns.

“DoesBrian need the nightlight?”

“...Yeah.”

“Thoughthe might,” Kara says, stooping to plug it in. “Night, Brian.Night Alex.”

“NightKara.”

Fin

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BY Ankita Upadhyay | Padmesh Singh ""Power Quality Improvement using Shunt Active Power Filter""

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Nowadays, usage of non linear loads in power system is increasing. For example, UPS, inverters, converters, etc. These loads make the supply current non sinusoidal and distorted form, which is called harmonics. At this time Active power filters have been developed to improve power quality. In this Paper, a Shunt Active Power Filter SAPF control scheme has proposed to eliminate the current harmonics and improve the power quality. The shunt active power filter controlled by using the different controllers such as PI, PID, Fuzzy logic, Pq Theory and hysteresis controller . In our proposed system, PI controller is used to reduce the harmonics current using the shunt active power filter. And both current THD results are compared, with and without use of filter and then shown how filters can reduce THD and is most suitable to control the shunt active power filter in term of total harmonic reduction THD . MATLAB SIMULINK power system toolbox is used to simulate the proposed system.

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  Postmark Oct 24 1985 Cincinnati, OH

 Hi Suzin.

           Boy, were you depressed on Sunday. Depressing Letter. And you sounded depressed last night (wed). I wish there was something I could do to help. Is there? WORK. This week is going so slow. I wish I had some time to go Pintoing. This weekend, however. I will 1) college search 2) do the apartment 3) work on a lot of homework.

After the weekend, things should be significantly easier. Well, I’ve got tons of work to do, so I must get started and mail this letter.

Talk to you soon.

 Love,

Bok

 P.S. I miss you. I love you.

           (Forgot to say those elsewhere.)

  I did terribly in my classes, I felt incredibly guilty about how much money my parents spent. This was one of the most expensive schools in the country, and we didn’t qualify for financial aid or scholarships – I never even filled out a Financial Aid Form. I started a job washing dishware in one of the research labs across campus. I lasted all of two hours. I didn’t bother showing up anymore. I never got a paycheck.

 I had zero motivation to do my required reading or homework. Instead I spent my time skulking around looking for stereos to listen to music and socialize. I was awake all hours of the night, I slept through classes, and I missed Ross like crazy. I couldn’t stand to be alone. Stephen Paul and Jim and others flirted with me constantly, and to win companionship, no matter how temporary, I flirted back; sometimes enthusiastically, sometimes the flirt rang hollow. My moods changed quickly then. I missed Ross, and my floor-mates tried very hard to help me.

 Jim stopped by my room on Sunday mornings, dragging me to Christian worship services. I met caring people there. Jim’s roommate Lawrence was really good to talk with, and we became close friends. Jim’s suitemates, Craig and Bart made me laugh, and Keith was just Keith –  fun to tease.

 Others echoed Ross’ concern about the depressing letter I sent. Mother wrote, “Thanks for the nice letter – I won’t say more or I’ll cry.” And she included some money in the envelope. I asked if we could gather the family to escape to Green Knob for Thanksgiving. When Jack was struggling at Wake Forest, Dad and I met him at Green Knob for a week to sugar the maples. It was a time for Dad and Jack to share hard physical labor, time to be away from distracting influences and meditate. I wanted similar. I called Jack in Allentown to chat. Jack was busy with Pennsylvania Stage Company, putting together the next stage show. Dad was still traveling for work, and Mom also had to work. No one had the time or the inclination to go to Green Knob that year. I reached out to my familiars, I wrote letters, I made phone calls. No one had time to help me. I was left to my own devices. I didn’t do very well on my own.

 *          *          *

 In 2002, I told my couch-guy, “I want a “do-over”.” At any point since August 27th, 1985 I want to change a decision and do it all over again, and see what might have happened. Should I have told Mom and Dad, “I’m not going, and you can’t make me!” Should I have insisted I come home for my grandmother’s funeral? And then stayed? Should I have refused to return to Rochester after October break? But parallel universes and time travel exist only in fiction – unless you want to discuss Einstein’s Theory of Relativity, and even then, time travel isn’t particularly practical.

 What do I think would happen in that do-over? Do I want a different story? A different ending? Is my present life so terrible? Do I think I would be happier? I don’t know. But like George saw in It’s a wonderful life, I wish an angel could show me how my life might have gone. As it is, I’ll never have the reassurance that the decisions I made were the right ones. I’ll always have the nagging feeling that I made a very wrong decision that ultimately resulted in disaster.

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 I continued my nocturnal lifestyle from summer. By this time it was just that – a lifestyle – some might call it a rut. I was rarely asleep before one or two a.m. I dragged myself out of bed in the morning to go to classes. Then I found a comfortable napping situation in the Welles-Brown Room during the afternoons. The couches were quite nap-worthy and I took refuge there many an afternoon. Thus refreshed, I would be once again awake until the wee hours of the morning.

 It wasn’t hard to find companionship after midnight – whether I pretended to work on a paper that was due, or fought with Calculus, someone was always around to distract or encourage me. And between buying rolls of quarters for the washing machines, my sewing kit and the toolbox, there were a lot of visitors to my room. People had a reason to stop by. Another quote that Stephen Paul kept fits in here, “I like sleeping in my room. I’m never sure who I will wake up with.” That came from the comfort people felt even if I didn’t share it. Roz and I furnished our room with comfortable carpeting and pillows. Any given night, a group of us chatted ‘til all hours, and one by one people fell asleep – some stumbled back to their own rooms, but not always. I woke up in the morning (the clock radio blaring Starship’s, “We built this city.” That song received entirely too much airtime on Rochester radio in 1985) and found someone asleep on the floor who wasn’t there when I fell asleep.

 One night, I decided to get drunk. I never was much of a drinker. I can’t stand the taste of beer, don’t like the fuzzy feeling I get in my head, don’t need the empty calories, hate the morning-after scum in my mouth. I’m still not much of a drinker, although a glass of wine or whiskey does go down smoothly on occasion. That night I guess I felt drunkenness was necessary, another way to escape the emotional upheaval. As I recall, Chris prepared some sort of flaming concoction on the desk in his room. It was a layered drink served in shot glasses, in which the final step was to light the top layer on fire. I did not care to drink flames...so the guys, Chris, Stephen Paul and Mike willingly and enthusiastically found an alternative. Perhaps it was peppermint schnapps? Cool and refreshing, like mouthwash. But packed a powerful punch when you drank enough of it.

 I sat on someone's lap in Chris' room and tossed back several shots. And the handwriting tests began. As a geek test of my sobriety, the guys had me write a sentence every fifteen minutes or some such nonsense. (That endeavor ranks high on the geek scale.)  I got the giggles, and then when the room was spinning and I had to pee, I wandered back to my room to sleep it off. Not a very satisfactory drunk. My handwriting didn’t even suffer too badly…

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 Two days before Halloween I had a terrible cold – probably the flu. I was achy, feverish. It hurt like hell to swallow anything. I felt miserable. I hiked up the hill to University Health Service but all they did was a lousy job of taking a throat culture and told me to rest. What a waste of time that was. I just wanted to be home. It didn’t help that I didn’t have a winter coat. It was silly really. I wore my jean jacket with a down vest over it. I layered – turtleneck, sweatshirt or sweater, jean jacket and vest. It was cold…but I refused to wear a winter coat.

 The Student Association sponsored a band to play at a costume party at the student center (Wilson Commons, designed by world-renowned architect I.M.Pei) Stephen Paul and Jim persuaded me to go with them and the guys from Jim’s suite – Bart, Lawrence, Craig, Keith. I wrapped a box that Mom shipped with some of my things from home, using birthday wrapping paper and ribbon that I paid too much for at the campus bookstore. I put on a long sweater and some tights and voila! A Birthday present - instant costume. No make-up or mask required. After the costume contest at the party, I took off my box and danced with the guys of the 7th floor.

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 One early November evening we had a floor meeting, and after business was done floor residents wandered off to their other commitments – homework, rehearsals, social engagements. Those of us left in the common area chatted until time to retire. Eventually Chris and I were left sitting alone together.

 Introspective, quiet, reserved, not one to seek the center of attention, Chris was an observer of human interaction. A physics major, he found elegance in mathematics, but loved the logic and ponderings of philosophy. And like Ross, he worked hard. They both had that same drive and self-discipline to complete the task set before them. For Ross it was writing computer programs, for Chris it was solving equations. They both loved language as well - the language of music and the beauty of the written word. He was from “NOT New York City” - Eastern Oregon, an area of the country I was somewhat familiar with having been driven through the area several times. And like Ross, Chris listened to excellent music. It was similar to the music Ross listened to with the same passion and the same appreciation for the finer details within an album. So much of him was familiar, and I desperately needed familiar.

 Lost in my own turmoil of desperately missing Ross and home, awed by the power I held over Stephen Paul, and intrigued by the comfort and guidance offered me by Jim. My world was upside down and inside out. That night Chris offered me his hand. I took it. There, in the quiet of the night, while friends slept in the rooms around us, we held hands. We were silent together. We didn’t talk much, if at all. We didn’t need to. Occasionally a floor-mate walked off the elevator and saw us together. We nodded an acknowledgement, offered a greeting and said goodnight. And still we held hands.

 I leaned my head back against the wall and drifted in and out of sleep. At one point I rested my head on Chris’ shoulder and dozed. And still we held hands. I woke, briefly rested, and holding only our hands together we were tender, erotic and sensual. We made love there in a way. Silently, sitting in the semi-darkness on the benches in front of the elevator. The cheerful rainbow mural around us was a stark contrast to our melancholy. Each lost in our own misery, we comforted each other. Fully clothed, sitting side-by-side our only physical contact was the gentle and comforting touch of our hands. The hours wore on, our eyes grew heavy and the time came for us to return to our respective beds. We may have kissed briefly, I don’t recall.

 We never spoke of our encounter, but I cherish the memory. That night I learned the healing power of touch. I internalized that intimacy is a state of mind that goes far beyond physical attraction. As I hope Ross did, I wonder if Chris ever found peace and happiness.

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