Find High-Quality Thick Film Circuit Fabrication Through Hybrid Technology!
Electronic devices and components such as surface-mounted device units, hybrid integrated circuits, heating coils, embedded inert devices, and sensors are manufactured using thick-film technology. The principal manufacturing method is screen printing (stenciling), which, in addition to its application in the fabrication of electronic devices, can also be employed for a variety of graphical reproduction purposes.
In the 1950s, it turns among the most important fabrication techniques for electronic devices/modules.
Thick-film circuits are extensively used in the automotive sector, both in sensors, e.g. combination of fuel/air, strain gauges, motor, drive-train controls, and a sensor for activating airbags. Important is the higher efficiency, invariably prolonged temperature range also along huge thermocycling without the breakdown of circuits. Aerospace devices, home appliances, and various sensors are more applications requiring affordability and dependability.
The fabrication of thick film devices/modules is an advanced technique comprising the screen-printing coating of multiple subsequent layers of conductive, resistive, and dielectric layers upon an electrically insulating substrate (Alumina).
As a low-cost manufacturing technique, it’s ideal for mass production of isolated devices such as resistors, thermistors, varistors, and combined inert devices.
Thick film technology is also an option for hybrid integrated circuits, rivals and accompanies SMT based on PCB/PWB and thin film technology in electronics shrinkage (parts/elements/area or volume).
Choose Thick Film Hybrid Circuit Experts
Whether you require professionals in quality wire bonding or thick film hybrid circuit board fabrication in the USA, the professional team at Hybrid-Tek will collaborate with you throughout the entirety of your hybrid project. Their high-quality hybrid technology can be utilized in a variety of industrial and commercial applications, including sensor technologies for communications, medical equipment, and vehicle assembly.
0 notes
Technological Whump (Whoopsy)
[A/N: this is technically part of a bigger story idea, but it does not want to get written. For the sake of my own sanity, I'll focus on smaller snippets for now, and just consider this a standalone drabble. Hence why the characters dont have names on purpose.]
CWs: electrocution, shock collar, seizure-like symptoms, accidental whump, pet/master whump (and the dehumanization inherent in that trope), panic, brief loss of consciousness, CPR mention, caretaker-whumper hybrid
---------
In the kitchen, Whumpee stood with his hand clasped behind his back, while his new owner fiddled with his bracelet-like remote. With every clumsy poke, he could accidentally tap a button that would make his shock collar go off, and he didn’t even seem to care. He just grumbled: “Christ, could they have made this screen any tinier!” He turned to Whumpee, holding out his wrist. “You know how this works?”
Oh, and how. Whumpee knew the functions intimately. Did his new owner need another demonstration?
“I...do.” he answered, carefully.
“Great,” his owner said. “How the hell do I add a new location?”
Whumpee hesitated. He wasn’t even allowed to touch the thing, and now he was supposed to run his owner through setting it up? Maybe he liked the idea of him putting the leech on his own collar, and that’s why he asked. Maybe this was a loyalty test. But if it wasn’t, then maybe... Maybe he could-
Whumper laughed, and snapped him out of his dilemma.
“Wait, wait,” he said, shaking his head. “I shouldn’t be asking you this, should I? You could make it shock me for all I know.”
Whumpee tensed, as though his owner could have seen his hidden thoughts.
“I didn’t,” he protested. “I was just... surprised with the responsibility.”
His new owner waved it off, his eyes again glued to the tiny interface. “Yeah, yeah, just forget it. I’ll figure this out myself.”
It seemed his disobedient thoughts hadn’t been noticed, so Whumpee stayed quiet. With every tap on the remote, he tensed, waiting for something to go off. Whumper mumbled to himself.
“Hm-hmm, use location... Yes, okay... Now where...” he scrolled down. “Ah, set limit. Perfect.” he tapped it with a proud expression. Whumpee suddenly got cold.
“Wait, master, I think you’ve-”
His words were cut off by the sharp shock in his neck, and he yelped. Whumper looked up. “Wrong button?”
He had no idea what he’d done. That had just been the warning shot. And if the settings were still at the level that his previous owner put them on... Whumpee knew what would happen soon, and there was no time to explain. He turned on his heels and ran.
“Hey! Where do you think you’re going!” Whumper called after him. Whumpee would accept the punishment later. He refused to be hurt, solely because his new owner was an idiot who didn’t understand what “limit” meant!
He stumbled down the stairs as fast as his trembling muscles would carry him. Skidding over the marble floor, he reached the elevator and slammed on the button.
“Pet!”
“I’ll be right back, master, I promise!” he cried back, nauseous with fear. He had to get on the street, soon, or else-
His collar started beeping. Oh god, no..! Whumpee slammed on the metal doors, as though that could teleport him outside on time.
He counted the beeps. Ten, nine, eight..
He gave up and lay down on the floor. He saw his chest go up and down frantically. Should he put a sock in his mouth so he didn’t bite his tongue? Or would that make it worse?
Five, four..
The elevator dinged. It was too late. Whumpee closed his eyes.
Three, two, one. A loud double beep. And it started.
--------
Whumper ran down the stairs. If he lost his pet an hour after getting him, he’d be in so much trouble! Shit, shit, shit!
He entered the hall and found an odd sight. The elevator door was open, but Whumpee was laying before it, on his back. He was breathing heavily and clenching his fists.
Whumper had exactly two seconds to be confused before a pair of loud beeps came from Whumpee’s collar.
Suddenly, he screamed like a banshee and started writhing. Was he having a seizure?!
Whumper ran over and tried to grab his shoulder. A sharp shock traveled up his arm, and reflectively he jerked away. The entire right side of his torso tingled, and he understood: Whumpee was a live wire.
Fuck. This felt like it was his fault.
He tried to turn the stupid bracelet on again, but it wouldn’t read his fingerprint. Incorrect, try again. Try again. Whumper wiped the panic sweat on his hand and tried again. Then, it unlocked- but asked for two factor identification.
Whumper could clearly see in his mind where he left his phone. On the kitchen table, all the way upstairs. He didn’t have time for that!
Whumpee wasn’t screaming anymore, his jaw locked up and eyes rolling back. He was making choked noises that sounded terrifying. A trickle of blood left the corner of his mouth.
Whumper’s heart pounded.
“Hang in there, I'll fix it!” he yelled, hoping Whumpee could hear it. He ran to the maintenance closet next to the elevator. He wasn’t much of an electrician or handy man, but he knew one thing that would work. Destroying the remote sounded like it might work.
The rubber strap was easily handled with some snipping-type thing, the first sharp thing he saw. A hammer took care of the rest. He put all his fear in the slam, and the remote shattered in one go.
Whumpee went limp. “Are you okay?” Whumper called. No response.
Carefully, he walked over and briefly touched his shoulder. No shock. That was good.
Jesus, his arm still hurt, and he’d only felt the current for half a second.
A terrifying thought entered his head, and he gripped Whumpee’s wrist. A pulse. Whumper let out a relieved breath.
He tapped Whumpee’s cheek. “Come on buddy, wake up now. It’s over.” His eyelids twitched, but no response. He was breathing and his heart was beating, so no CPR was needed, probably.... Didn’t people in movies use smelling salts for stuff like this? But Whumper only had normal salt, and that didn’t have much smell at all. Whumper scratched his head and thought of what to do.
----------
Whumpee was dragged from unconsciousness by a sharp sting in his nose. Dazed, he tried to move his face away from the sting, but it didn’t leave. What, where was he..?
A sneeze racked his brain, making his headache worse. He groaned hoarsly. Slowly, his senses came back online, and he heard his new owner:
“Ah, there you are! I knew pepper would work.”
Whumpee’s vision swam. He couldn’t move, and his tongue was heavy in his mouth. He’d bitten it , and he tried his best to swallow the thick blood.
He knew he had to explain: he hadn't tried to run away, he just had to get out of the range of the location that was set as a limit. But he couldn’t piece together the words, let alone summon the energy to speak.
Whumper said something, but he forgot to pay attention. Then his head was lifted up, and a pillow put under his head.
He tried to scramble together his braincells to thank him. It came out as a stuttering mess, and Whumper hushed him.
Now that was an order he could follow, and he sank into the comfort.
Whumper said something. Then another. Then his tone turned urgent.
“Pet? Can you hear me?”
Whumpee snapped to attention best he could. “Hm-hm?”
“Are you experiencing..” his owner squinted at his phone and read aloud. “respiratory failure? Or uh.. cardiac impairment?”
Whumpee blinked. He barely knew up from down, let alone what those words meant. “Dunno, master,” he slurred.
“Hm. Probably best we take a quick stop at the EC regardless... Can you go to normal hospitals, or do I need to-” His ringtone interrupted his sentence, and he startled.
“Shit. Okay, okay, do you feel like you’re dying right now?”
Whumpee just felt tired. He wanted to close his eyes and let his twitching sore muscles rest. He knew the terror when he felt like he was dying. This wasn’t that. With effort, he shook his head.
“Great, fantastic! Keep that up. Give a yell if you get worse, but I really need to take this.”
Whumpee’s head felt filled with cotton. Distantly, he wondered if he would get punished. But that could happen after he’d rested his eyes. He closed them, as Whumper took the call with a nervous expression.
7 notes
·
View notes