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grim-faux · 3 years

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With a stifled rasp, Mono snapped his head up. Very slowly he uncoiled from the confines of his coat and rubbed a palm against his eye, working through the drowsiness lingering. He took in the nearby area, searching for movement or shadows, impossible shapes in impossible places. So many of the bent pipes and knotted cables cast odd designs through the undergrowth of machinery. Above, a gear whirred with a chain snared over the teeth, the rusted links zipped by and to somewhere out of sight through the brewing haze.

He might’ve dreamed, or he nodded off and thought of something frightening. He had some trouble recalling where he was, or what happened last. Where was he going? What was he doing here?

The other kid, from the container. He got them out. They would be around. He might see them somewhere, looking for the way out. It would have been nice to have help from a… anyone.

Too much time was already wasted seated and not doing or going. Mono climbed to his feet and shook out his coat. He’s still a little stiff from sitting scrunched up, but as he began sifting among the anchored pillars and wiring, his joints began loosening. It wasn’t too bad, given the place was very warm.

The cluttered area beneath the machine became too dense with cables and cylinders slithering across the ground, a few of these obstacles he could climb over. Other attachments to the shuddering beast proved too hot, he couldn’t get close. He was forced to backtrack through the passages and seek another direction, he hoped he was headed the right way. Briefly, his destination was a mystery, and he really wasn’t sure where he was.

The fuse! Right. He needed the fuse to get the door open. That was over where the office was, where he left the Thin Man.

A passage through a broken vent offered a clear path beneath sweltering tubing, through the flue a hot draft gushed forth. It wasn’t that bad, mostly dry. He crept through the tunnel, climbing an incline until he reached the other end. The vent grate popped open with a firm push, and he tumbled out among more scaffolding anchored to the cement by massive bolts. Some were the size of his head.

Once up on his feet he scouted the area, struggling with the booming hum of the machines heaving and working against the cement walls of the building. His sights settled on movement off to the left, just above the rail of the fence guarding the grinding gears. Oh!

Quickly and as stealthy as he could manage, Mono scurried among the anchored pillars. HurryHurryHurry! He was practically vibrating by the time he cleared the dense jungle and squeezed through the fence bars.

He didn’t ascend the steps yet, but plucked his hat higher on his brow and waved. “Psst?”

The other kid was crouched higher on the steps, huddled beside a support bar. They winced back from the call and cringed lower, not looking but… not really hiding away either.

Carefully, Mono picked his way up the steps. When he was a lone meter from the other kid, they uncoiled from their spot and zipped up the remaining stairs. Mono stopped at the place they abandoned, watching them dip out of view over the highest edge of the walkway.

He probably shouldn’t chase them. If they didn’t want to be around him, then it wouldn’t work if he kept following. While he was on the path, he’d continue and try to figure where the side of the building was. He was still lost. Seeing far off to the walls was impossible now, with how thick the vapor was. Never mind being surrounded by branching cogs and belts twisting high, and thick chains hanging from the ceiling. Did the ceiling still exist?

Somewhere the catwalk would branch out, and one of the paths would have steps leading back to the floor. He needed to reach the wall, thus he followed the path for now, keeping his eyes acute for anything that looked familiar. All these sections and connecting bars, intermixed with pipes looked the same. Even the bellowing plumes of steam looked identical. He sighed, picking up the pace.

Up until the scaffolding beneath his feet quaked. Oh-no! Which way? He checked behind him, then below, gaze slowly sweeping along his original route. Oh… a large mass scaled the side of a ladder, the knotted chains upon his back glittered like teeth.

All too soon the Mechanic would alight on the platform and either go one way, or venture toward Mono. It would have no issue spying him, even with a bored glance.

Without thinking about it, Mono slipped to the side of the catwalk and carefully let himself down. Winding and gnashing guts of the factory spun beneath his toes, nothing to catch him if he lost his grip. He just needed to keep still and hold out.

The Mechanic thumped upon the path above, and Mono’s damp fingers slid a fraction. Even then he wouldn’t budge or shudder, and only held on tighter; his brow wet with sweat. He glanced at the grate with the dozens of dozens of light glinting through, then, slipped his gaze downward. The vibrating steps closed in, becoming more pronounced, heavier and near deliberate. His fingertip ached, but not enough to make him question his choice. The faint glow swathed around him shifted, becoming black. Mono continued to sway like a flimsy bit of cloth.

Then the booming boots shuffled closer, so near he thought they’d crush his fingertips. Mono held his breath and kept totally still. If he moved now, it would see. Don’t breathe. Don’t think.

No doubt, not a question about it. No point in regret. It’s not looking for children, it’s just looks at the factory.

The ragged breath heaved within the tattered lungs. After an agonizing minute or more, the boots scrapped over the tarnished surface and began a retreat, moving further and further still along the scaffolding. At last, the noises of the factory reasserted themselves, as if the entire lumbering network had silenced and settled in rapt attention.

With a little gasp, Mono grappled with the surface he clung too. His hands were clammy, his entire boney frame trembled. With a tremendous amount of fighting, he finally hauled up onto the catwalk and crawled from the edge. He nearly collapsed onto his side, but rather, hoisted onto his feet and kept going.

The Mechanic was going that way, and he was going this way. He hoped that other kid got away, but seeing that the Mechanic came up a ladder, the kid was long gone by now.

For a while the catwalk should be clear of the horrendous creature, allowing Mono to run without concern of stumbling into it. He remained focus on the grate platform beneath his feet, but as typical the thrumming rattle came from the factories burbling churning rather than mountain steps. Eventually, he reached a stair set that ascended higher, above a large set of cylinder vats fixed to the floor. The catwalk divided two ways, and he elected the path going right, with the idea this would take him closer to the edge of the machines body.

Unfortunately, it does not. At a distance and obscured by mist, the path twisted downward before breaking free entirely. Far below much of the metal draped over the pipes or other warped structures forged the factories inner workings, a lopsided gear clicked periodically while a damaged chain slapped at a eroded pillar. The section damaged, but struggling to fulfill its duty to the whole of the network.

There is no safe way to climb down, let alone another way to cross the gap to what remained of the other portion of platform.

Mono retraced his path and chose the other catwalk. This direction isn’t much better, it takes a curved path around pumping pistons and cranking arms. The path had been torn down as well, as evident by cinderblock littered on the grate, along with a chain. At least from here he’s able to climb down by the chain, wrapped around the base of the rail. The chain doesn’t extend to the floor, but comes close enough to a nearby conveyor belt. The endless-motorized walk moved fast, but he’s braced and sure of himself.

On his third swing he leapt and plopped down onto the rippled surface, nearly going off the side entirely when his legs shoot out from under him. He managed to halt his erratic roll and shove upright, first seeking where he was headed. He snapped his head to the side and dove down—

CLANG!

A wrench smashed into the side of the zooming platform, and Mono rolled away. He clawed at the surface before he was lost completely and managed to tighten his fingers into the rough texture. He’s no longer curious about where he’s going, but now locked onto the thundering momentum clomping among the pipes – beady, droopy eyes nailed to his form.

Another tool went flying, but the aim went wild and missed hitting anything solid. Despite that, the gale of the projectile swept his coat around his knees. He couldn’t tug himself up let alone drop from this height, and the speed— He could only dangle and gawk at the Mechanic, weaving among the pillars anchored to the floor. Teeth gnashing, eyes wild, another tool snapped from its belt. Worst of all, it was gaining!

Mono dropped his gaze and searched the ground, rooting for something. Even if he had the vigor, the Mechanic was going to swat him with the next pitch. The scaffold!

With a jerk and a twist, he zipped through open air and smashed into the lattice build of the supporting brace beneath the machine. He fumbling to drop quickly without falling the full height, a little bit at a time. Somewhere, the dull clatter of the tool barked forth from whichever surface it hit. Far away was his only concern. Not far enough.

To the edge of his peripheral, the Mechanic gave a haggard shrill as it kept going beyond where he touched down. Its girth and grungy boots skimmed through the greasy floor, up until it plowed into a sturdy pipe. That would stop it, but only a moment.

Before that time, Mono was already on solid floor, back turned and ducking among the machinery. He sprang through a curtain of steam, choosing a mostly clear opening to the side. When the Mechanic gave a nasally wail, he chanced an unfortunate glimpse over his shoulder. The hulking beast clambered over the anchored pipes, lunging closer and closer, its gritty hands clawing for hand holds among chains or corroded tethers.

Then altogether it dropped the ravenous focus and snapped its malformed face to the side. Mono would’ve taken the opportunity to keep going and disappear, but he clipped the edge of a bolt and toppled to his knees. He leapt up, scanning his surroundings, spying some sort of movement that was not steam or broken glitter cast by the lamps.

Other kid!

From where Mono rushed recklessly, he can’t tell what the problem is. They’re fighting, fighting them self to move, or fighting the terror that has them rooted. Whatever has them fixed won’t matter, the Mechanic will tear them loose piece by piece. It’s going right for them, heaving the last few feet to the huddled shape.

Mono doesn’t think. In a glitchy flash and curdling shriek, he’s cut the distance and running. Skidding under a low cylinder, then vaulting over a thick bundle of cables. He reached other kid and gave them a full body shove, he doesn’t even look to see if they’ve been caught in a gear or tied down – it doesn’t matter – he snared their hand and hauled them from the little corner of death. He glanced back, as the Mechanic growled. The sound vibrated above the din and clatter of the factory applauding.

With the kid in tow, no resistance at all, they shoot out in an open space beneath the conveyor belt he was riding earlier. He tried to duck beneath the lattice scaffold he climbed down, and while the gap there is traversable, he finds no opening wide enough or passage open enough for them to cram into. The factory base is loaded with pillars, pipes, belts of cables. He tugged the other kid along, and they pried back at his arm – not trying to pull away, but warning him.

ComingComingComingComingComingComingComingComingComing!

They point too at spaces that appeared open – Mono can see better though, and shook his head. “No. No.” He settled to run along, ducking under the fringe of vents. If only one of the fan things was not spinning, they could shuffle into there. He dove past a pipe—

And recoiled. The thread punch of steam whistling forth was painful!

He heaved other kid away, before they could get stung as well. Looking at the pipe and the way the colors rippled around it, he got an idea. Jerking other kid along, he pointed in a direction and shoved them. The kid didn’t stall or protest, off they went. The further from this mess the better.

Mono wasted no time whipping around, checked where the Mechanic was. Making a beeline for him, out and away from cover like this. It swung around a support pillar and thundered his way, sagging jowls slick with drool or sweat.

Tipping his hat down, Mono lunged at a broken spike of metal on the floor. It was large and heavy for him, but he heaved it over to the corrupt pipe whistling. He gave it a whack! Bits of rust chipped loose, blasting out of view. He doubted then, skin going cold over the chance this would not work. Nonetheless, he gave the gasket another wallop. And a third! When the shadow of the Mechanic stretched over him, Mono did a full three-sixty and with every piece of his little body plowed the sharp spear against the fractured pipe. There was so much force behind that impact it made his wrists go numb, and he folded down.

In the next second a crackle rebounded above his head, the trite whistle became an agonized howl – rivaled only by the Mechanic as he was blasted full force by scalding steam. Very quickly Mono scooted away on his knees and hands, the heat so intense it seared right through his coat and hat. Lucky he had the foresight to put down the little bit of protection.

Upon clearing himself from the broiled vicinity, Mono sprang back to his feet and renewed the running, gasping for air harder now in the super-heated range. The Mechanic’s heavy boots scuffed over the gravely floor, but it was subdued. It would recover shortly and renew its pursuit, in a more frenzied fashion.

He kept going, opting to collect his second wind while he could. No real opening revealed itself in the side of the factory undergrowth, all of which escalated his distress. The Mechanic huffed, its steps quickening and that anger boiled. He glanced back a few times before he decided to he REALLY needed to pick up the pace.

Some of the gravely floor cleared out as he covered distance, and he recognized this path. It was not far from the side of the factory, but it was also not likely near the place where he left the Thin Man. Even so, he could find an open vent or pipes on this side. Somewhere.

Following a turn in the road into more components of the factory innards, he recalled there was a set of steps around here. To the back, above the platform. The Mechanic used them earlier….

On his way by the fallen chain, the links began drawing back upward slowly. But stopped. The suddenness spooked him, but after a short fumble he turned his gaze over to the podium.

The other kid had climbed onto the stand and was touching the controls. Curious. Touching another one of the buttons, the chain flopped down. With considerably less force than when Mono tried it earlier, when it was much-much higher above.

This was something! Something! The pavement was cracked!

Mono dashed over to the steps and launched up them, restraining himself from a teleport. He hoped the kid didn’t spook off again, he needed them.

“Hey,” he rasped, as he pulled himself up onto the control panel. Understandably frightened, the other kid scooted back. But the fall would be perilous if they ditched now.

Mono shook his head. “Look,” he whispered. After giving it a thought, he tried one of the buttons on the panel. And pointed.

Across on the floor, the chain began to pick itself up. Chink-by-chink. And further beyond where the chain lay, the Mechanic came lumbering in. Confused and probably delirious with pain. Even from where he sat, Mono could make out the flaking surface of its face from where it was hit. Good! He hated it.

Upon seeing the Mechanic resurface, the other child tried to bolt. But Mono snared their arm and set a finger to his own lips. “Shh.” He patted the platform where they sat, made a comforting trill noise. Like the sound the other kid with the bad eye made. He showed them how to drop the chain, which colored dials to press and remember.

That clatter caught the attention of the Mechanic. Mono was unsure if it could still see or not, if ever it could see before. It must’ve. It kept throwing junk at him with such accuracy.

For a brief second or more, Mono rehearsed the controls with the other kid. Lift chain and drop. He wanted the chain high and dropped hard. The other kid needed to wait here. “Safe,” he uttered, gently, and patted them on their moppy head. Because it would be safe. Nothing would get them.

Mono was going to go trick a Mechanic.

Still very unsure about this, Mono plopped off the stand and dropped to the floor. “HEY! Hai!” For good measure, he waved his arms. The Mechanic had been charging their way, but when Mono performed this blatant display for it, and screaming – after what He did – the Mechanic didn’t speculate a thing.

The plan wasn’t very complicated, if the other kid got the general idea. Mono couldn’t say. The other kid got caught, maybe he would bail. He had a backup, which was not the greatest, but it might confuse the irate thing. Enough for him to get away.

Mono rushed to the cracked space on the road and stood directly there, gawking up. The chain was thankfully so high now he couldn’t see where it was, if it came down like it did the first time, all would be good. He did retreat a step when the Mechanic came right up to him, and ducked just out of range when it lunged—

The chain whizzed down and crashed into its swollen neck. The Mechanic collapsed, nearly on top of Mono if he hadn’t bailed at the last moment and jumped aside.

Did it! He turned his gaze toward the stand, but the other kid… was gone. Where? Come back? He tilted his head. They left? Or hide?

The Mechanic’s hand twitched, and Mono skipped back further. It had to be dead. No. It couldn’t not be dead. But he’s probably wrong about this. The beady, murky eyes within the skull glitter, and a fetid snort rolled from the creatures eroded teeth.

NOT DEAD!NOTDEADNOTDEADNOTDEADNOTDEADNOTDEADNOTDEAD!!!!

On the tip of abandoning this situation completely and utterly, Mono zipped around the Mechanic’s side and snagged the hook of the chain. He grunted and heaved, straining with all his might to clip the rusted latch onto the ratty vest, then took off! His eyes searched above for where the chain connected - it was some sort of bar, or rail. Something!

A terrible metallic wrenching erupted at his back, and Mono didn’t spare or stop for a look. He knew this side, there was some gap or cuvee he could crawl into. Nothing was stopping this thing, at most he just peeved it off!

He lunged at the fence and squeezed through the bars. On the other side, the Mechanic caught up and kept track of his movement. Mono only gained distance on the creature when it stalled to hope over the barrier, but now it was lumbering after him. Much quicker than when he barely maimed it with steam. He needed a place to stop, a moment for rest. His legs ached and he’s certain blood is spilling from his knee now.

Without a second thought, he lunged for an opening beneath an incline conveyor belt. The contraption moved nothing, aside from the occasional debris or… something. He doesn’t really think, only that there’s a place he can maybe cram into where the Mechanic can’t reach with its fist.

At last he is correct, the space beneath the inclined transport won’t allow most of the Mechanic through. There’s nothing but twisted pipes beneath, and a thrumming contraption with a spinning wheel. Not one to take chances, Mono squeezed himself through the heated mess of tangled innards, while the Mechanic grunted and dug around at the space he entered from. Those strangled noises fade out, as the heaving drum of the engine asserted itself and blundered through his own thoughts.

He slipped down into a gap in the floor space, his toes sunk into warm grease and gunk. Enough light glittered down, guiding him through the narrow space among bundles of sticky cables. He pulled himself up onto a protruding slate, toward lines of light pressing through a grate. With a little push, the spherical cover popped loose. With a little more of his reserves and force, he’s able to slip the weighted metal aside and climbed out.

A little further away, the Mechanic is still peering into the sliver of cuvee where Mono vanished. In its distraction, Mono crept out a little and stole a portion of the chain visible, just a little beyond the range and sight of the Mechanic. In the conveyor belt nestled a whirling spool, beneath the stretch of textured material rolling upward on its tireless, empty task. The chain is very heavy for him to haul along, but he focused on sort of falling backwards while using the chain to keep himself from toppling over completely.

Quite suddenly the other child has joined him, on the other side of the chain. They shove and he heaved backwards, the two get the process synchronized and really grind the chain along to its new home. Mono’s eyes burn with tears and sweat. Almost done! Almost!

The Mechanic drew its head back, right when he and other kid shoved the chain into the slot at the base of the motorized incline. Other kid didn’t stick around, they shot off. Mono fell to his knees, observing as the chain whirled by at a frightening speed. The instant the links knotted tight within the narrow slot he dove aside—

A most gruesome screech ignited from the turbine embedded within the motor, while chinks of corroded metal were swallowed down and chewed to bits. Sparks coughed out of the machine, along with a puff of blue flame. Mono scrambled up and ran, that was so much louder than he thought possible. Also, bits of sharp metal and gears erupted from the floor, among with chunks of uprooted cement. A spike of rusted flint embedded itself with the cement floor a little to his right! Close! Too close! Cover!

HideHideHideHideHideHideHideHideHideHideHideHide!

A second more horrific noise expelled through the haze of the factory, when the Mechanic was yanked off its feet and tucked in among the very narrow slot of beneath the motorized slope, the one where Mono was squeezing himself through. The Mechanic’s arm zipped into the floor and vanished, its other arm reached skyward as a dreadful gargle spewed from its throat. Its vest and the chain sash splint into various sized ribbons, and much of its torso became fresh ground meat.

There was no mournful bellow or further coughing, retching, not even a sob. The Mechanic splint in two, and a final implosion announced the creature’s bitter demise. From there, the conveyors belt continued its dutiful role – haphazardly, hitching and clinking at the bits of metal it garbled. Otherwise, the fire and explosions ceased. A thick black fog hung over the minced corpse, but any suggestion of fire was doused by gallons of red fluid.

A safe distance away and huddled under a sequence of bent cylinders, Mono chanced lifting his head. He pushed his hat up and examined the scene, his nose curling at the smell. Awful. Yuck. Uncoiling a little more, he sat on his knees trying to catch his breath and process what he was looking at.

Tricked. Done. No more. Good.

Despite the Mechanic being splint in two, and most of his skull crushed, Mono is cautious when he ventured closer to the body. Nothing seemed to deter it, though it looked properly and completely demolished. He held his arms a little from his sides, in case he needed to make a full retreat. Not moving, except for the partially uprooted incline tugging at the skewered backside.

Belt! The Mechanics belt, it did have a good fuse on it.

Mono ducked in and tugged at the gleaming cylinder, bracing on his heels amidst the drying viscera, until the item popped loose. He tumbled to his back but recovered quickly and took up the item. No worries either, it looked like the chain coiled about the Mechanics body was lodged into the conveyor belts now exposed spool. It should be safe now. Should. No guarantees.

The boy spun around and pattered off, he suspected in this direction the exit would lie. Through the swirling fumes, he could define the texture of a solid wall. It shouldn’t be far. He wondered if the other kid was still around, could be watching him. The Mechanic was tricked, they shouldn’t need to hide now. But he was still uncertain, so they might be extra careful too.

In his absence, one of the chains braced through the inert body of the Mechanic shivered. With a last tremor, the restraint snapped free and lashed across the mostly functioning conveyor ramp. Swaying and partially planted on the shredded belt, the chain begins its journey. Traveling up and up to the crest of the ramp, fading from view as it ventured onward.

Everything is fine.

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allthingshetalia · 4 years

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can u do a prompt where Germany his s/o are in a long distance relationship? also can u do when they meet for the first time in person 🥺 p.s my bf and i are in a long distance relationship and we were going to meet for the first time but then this pandemic happened and we have to wait longer 😭

💕That royally sucks! I’m sorry💕

Before you meet!

It will be physically painful for him knowing he can’t go home and hold you

It can be a struggle sometimes because he expresses a lot of his love through kisses and butt pats

And he obviously can’t do that over the phone

But he will still send you stuff!

He will send you snacks and little trinkets from Germany

Letters

And some of his shirts and hoodies for you to wear

FaceTimes are a must

You guys can workout together over FaceTime

He will sneak text you during meetings

Prussia will butt in when he calls you and you’ll probably become BFFs when he steals your number from Luddys phone

Same with Italy

They will probably start throwing little snacks and stuff in the care packages lud made for you

You two will probably fall alseep with each other over FaceTime

Good morning texts

No matter where you are in the world

Even if your morning is in the middle of the night for him he will still wake up and text you before falling back asleep

Daydreams about meeting/being with you constantly

❤️Scenario❤️

Butterflies flapped around in your stomach as you dragged your large suitcase off the conveyor belt. You looked at your phone half wondering if he bailed. You knew he wouldn’t but it the little devil on your shoulder told you something different.

You bit your lip as you looked at all the signs getting slightly annoyed they were all in German. Your whole body seemed to shake with a mix of excitement, nervousness and even some adrenaline as you made your way to the meeting spot he pick out.

You half wished it wasn’t as crowded as it was so that way when you inevitably threw yourself into his arm you wouldn’t have a whole audience. You toyed with the bottom of your shirt as you rounded the corner. You quickly stopped when you immediately laid eyes and a familiar blonde head. ‘Damn he’s really tall.’ You thought. As if on cue his light blue eyes quickly looked over in your direction catching you in his gaze.

A wide stupid smile spread on both of your faces as you both sped walked to each other. He got to you way quicker because of his long strides. As soon as he was close enough you threw your arms around his shoulders. His arm quickly wrapped around your waist and he lifted you up off the ground, holding you tightly to his chest. Both of your hands gripped onto the back of his shirt tightly. You both took deep long breaths, inhaling each other’s scent.

“You’re so tall.” You murmured. A soft chuckle ran through him causing you to vibrate. The motion soothed you and you melted against him. His head was buried in your shoulder/neck and he placed a few light kisses against you skin.

“Is it weird to say that this feels so good?” He mumbled. You didn’t have to see him to know he was probably blushing. You pulled your head away from his broad shoulder and rested your forehead against his. He was still holding you tightly to him and your feet had yet to touch the ground.

You shook your head ‘no’ and quickly connected your lips with his.

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jocazep · 5 years

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In the Whole Wide Train | Chapter 7

Pairing: Curtis Everett x Reader (Jo, OFC), slight Edgar x Reader

Warnings: Major spoilers for SNOWPIERCER, dystopian society and its countless problems, mentions of forced abortions, language, violence, deaths, slow burn, eventual smut

Synopsis: Having grown up in the Front Sections of the Snowpiercer, you venture down the train when a rare opportunity presents itself, but the excursion quickly changes flavor when you arrive in the Tail Section.

Taglist: Open until March 20th

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Chapter Seven - Changing Gear

You stared at your own reflection in the mirror, your chest heaving, your eyes still slightly red. Having just gotten most of the blood and sick off your hands and faces with furious scrubbing, you ran the back of your hand across your mouth to wipe off any remaining water. Your mind wandered back to when you first found yourself in this cramped bathroom, when you changed into these shabby clothes. You felt like a different person.

Well maybe not 100% different. Your eyes fell on the neatly folded pile of clothes on the counter. You decided it’s time to start changing gear.

You peeled off the dusty coat, the itchy sweater, and the short cargo pants. But your hands wavered as they came to the oversized shirt you were wearing--this was Curtis’s shirt. But then you decided better, and took it off as well. Now is not the time to dwell.

You could hear the bustling crowd of tail-sectioners outside the door. Well, technically they were tal-sectioners no more, given where you stood. Revolters then. Time to call them what they are. Namgoong eventually opened the first door just as you had finished patching up the wounded guard. As Curtis and the other revolters flooded into the guards’ quarters, you spotted Namgoong and Yuna snuffing their newly-earned Kronole blocks in a dark corner of the section--the train was going through a tunnel just then, and the normally bright space was as dimly-lit as the tail section.

When the light pierced through the windows, even you had to shield your eyes for a little bit. It was almost a completely novel thing to the revolters. But to be fair, living in a windowless steel tube for almost 18 years usually tends to have that effect on people. You would probably never forget the look on Curtis and Gilliam’s faces when they laid eyes on the frozen world whipping past.

“Still cold.“ Gilliam said with a hint of resignation. In your heart, you thought it would be foolish to expect anything different, but you didn’t say anything.

As the revolters marveled at the world outside, Curtis reminded everyone to push on. You dug out a small set of tools from the nose-breaker guard’s bunk--he had used them to maintain the cart and their “useless guns”--and supplied it to Namgoong, who quickly opened the next gate.

And here you were. The Protein Block Section. Another never-before-seen sight for the revolters as they witnessed their only sustenance roll off the conveyor belt, steaming hot.

A deep breath in as you fought off another wave of nausea at the thought of the protein blocks. The churning of the gigantic cauldron vibrated through the floor. You closed your eyes, only to reopen them almost immediately--the image of a million cockroaches tumbling around was still burned into your brain.

Half of you wished that you had taken up Paul’s offer to check out the cauldron before going down to the tail section. So you would have known better. So that you wouldn’t have been so utterly shaken when you saw it with Curtis and Painter, that you virtually fell off the last few steps of the ladder, cutting yourself on your way to the bathroom to throw up.

But only half of you. Because what could you have done? Chosen not to eat the protein blocks when you were in the tail section? Warned the revolters not to eat it, when there’s nothing else available to them as a substitute?

It’s moments like this that you found your conviction crumbling bit by bit. Is there really any hope for a system so deeply deeply problematic?

Shaking your head, you picked up your notebook, and flipped it to the last page you had written. The letter from Edgar fell out onto the sink. You picked it up and put it into your pocket.

Looking back to notebook, you took one last look at the notes taken from your time in the tail section. Resolution setting in your eyes, you ripped out the pages and flushed them down the toilet.

At the end of the day, that won’t completely be your call.

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A loud bang as Curtis pushed Paul into the side of the gigantic cauldron.

“All this time we’ve been eating this shit.” Curtis was so furious that he didn’t notice the rest of the revolters having a free-for-all with the freshly made protein blocks. Nor did he notice Jo stepping out of the bathroom and observing his exchange with Paul close by.

“Hey, I eat them too, you know.” Paul didn’t really right back. In fact, he didn’t seem to think there’s anything wrong with eating protein blocks made of cockroaches, “Every single day.”

As Paul raised up his own chunk of protein block, something fell and clanked onto the floor.

Curtis scooped it up before realizing what it was--an empty bullet casing, same as the previous ones containing the red letters. Questions exploded in Curtis’s head. Why was he so trusting of these tiny red slips of paper before?

“Where did you get this? Have you been the one writing these?”

Paul didn’t really know what to say beyond “I don’t write them”, and a shrug.

“Why do you have this? Who gave this to you?” Each question Curtis asked ate away at his confidence in the revolt.

“Curtis, cut him some slack--”

He turned to see Jo stepping up. She had changed into presumably her own clothes--a grey tailored wool coat on top of a white silk shirt, and jeans that hugged her legs perfectly. And for a split second there, Curtis forgot what he was so anxious about.

But only just a split second.

Jo took the bullet casing, twisting it open, and shook out a small red scroll.

“There’s no way Paul knows who wrote these, and where they came from. I’m the surveyor and I don’t even know,” she said as she handed Curtis the small paper, “Here, why don’t you read it first.”

Curtis smoothed the paper out, and true to form, there was only one word written--water.

“Water supply section.” Gilliam was quick to realize the meaning behind this latest clue as Curtis convened with him.

“Yeah, it’s a few cars up,” Paul said, “it’s where the water is cleansed and recycled.”

Gilliam looked up at Paul, “It’s one of the most crucial sections on the train...”

“If we take it, we have the upper hand？” Finally a sense of direction returned to Curtis.

“We don’t even have to go to the front...” Gilliam mused, “We control the water, we control the negotiation.”

“Why don’t we ask Jo? She’s the one that actually knows the front section,“ Edgar chimed in. For once his suggestion was actually pretty good.

When Curtis and Edgar found Jo, she was squatting next to Yuna, trying to strike up a conversation with her.

“How long were you in the prison section?”

Yuna raised up seven digits. Holy shit, Curtis thought.

“Do you still remember your mother?” Jo asked gingerly.

Yuna shook her head.

Curtis found himself remembering a similar conversation he had with Edgar, suddenly feeling sorry for Yuna despite her Kronole addiction.

He stole a guilty glance at Edgar but realized that Edgar was looking at Jo with a longing in his eyes. Oh.

“Jo...” Edgar interrupted with the quietest voice Curtis had ever heard, “what do you know about the water section?”

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One of the few memories you had of the water section didn’t come from your surveyor trip, but from your father.

“I just don’t understand your logic--” you were probably 16 at the time, so naturally you believed you had all the answers, “if the water section is where all our water supply is cleansed and distributed, isn’t this the most important section?”

Your father chuckled, “It’s not THE most important section, but sure.”

“Then why put it in the middle, not the front?” Edgar asked the same question you had before.

“It’s a buffer,” you said absent-mindedly, your father’s words echoing through you.

“There’re only so many sections to work with, and originally the train was designed specifically for luxurious globe-trotting travels. When we became the last sanctuary to humanity... well, let’s just say we needed some distance between the different strata of society.”

You more or less bought your father’s argument, as you were a member of the upper stratum.

“Those bastards.” Edgar, however, was put off by the answer. And rightly so, you thought as you watched Namgoong pull out the colorful wirings beneath the floor.

“But if we control the water section, the front will have to come to the table, right?” Curtis was ever thinking about the revolt, “We can cut of their water supply?”

Your eyes dodged around, “I think so.”

“Are you sure, Jo? This could end the fight once and for all.” Gilliam asked you, a meaningful gaze in his eyes.

Which is when you realized that Gilliam didn’t know everything you knew. But you played along for now.

“There’s only one way to find out. Even if we don’t force them to the table, we would at least control one more section. And if we do, all the better.”

You felt your chest tightening as you remembered the remainder of your conversation with your father, which you would never, ever share with the revolters.

“Do you know why we need the buffer?”

You shook your head.

“Because when the tail-sectioners eventually become too dissatisfied to contain, the buffers will buy us precious time.”

It sounded like an impossibility back then, but now you were living it.

“All right. Let’s get ready for the next section,” Curtis put an end to the discussion, and the crowd dispersed to whatever tasks they were given. Edgar got Namgoong his toolkit, Curtis lined up the revolters, and Tanya handed out additional weapons they found in the guard’s quarters. As for you, you pulled yourself from the reverie, and looked for Paul.

“Paul!” You called out to him as he dangled from a tube up high, turning what used to be an automatic valve. He had already decided not to join the revolters on their way to the front.

“Oh hey!” He hopped down, and wiped his greasy hands on his overalls nervously, “What are you doing with Curtis and them?”

He lowered his voice, “are you taken hostage?”

“No, no. I’m with them actually,” You couldn’t help but smile. Paul’s sweet. “I just wanted to return the clothes I borrowed.”

You handed him the neatly folded coat, sweater, and cargo pants. “Sorry I lost your shirt... I had to use it as bandage for one of the tail-sectioners.”

“Oh, that’s all right!” Paul took the clothes, stuffed them back into where he first took them out, and went back to his tinkering, humming happily.

You then went back to Yuna, who was sitting in the corner close by Namgoong, clutching the two Kronole cubes.

“Hey, Yuna, I got a gift for you.”

“Kronole?”

“Something better.” You took out your notebook and pencil, and handed it to her. Yuna’s eyes lit up as she accepted the gift.

“I will teach you to write whenever I can. But before that, you can draw. I know I only have a black pencil but--“

Suddenly, Yuna’s countenance shifted. She stuffed the notebook into her pocket, and crawled to the front gate, where Curtis, Edgar, and Tanya stood, waiting for the gate to open.

You caught up to her, “What’s wrong, Yuna?”

Yuna stared intensely at the steel gates, as if her eyes could penetrate and see the other side.

Behind you, Namgoong mumbled in Korean, “this should be it. You better have my Kronole ready.”

“Yuna, are you OK?” Curtis noticed the strange behavior and joined you.

Her eyes widened as she mumbled, “Don’t open it.”

Before you could understand what she meant, a crackle sounded as Namgoong finally connected the wires.

Black masks, black leather coat, black leather shoes. As the gates inched open, a brutal gang of thugs appeared in front of your eyes. The cold glint of sharp weapons danced across your faces ominously.

“Precious time to do what?” your 16-year-old voice was the only thing in your mind. That and the piercing blue eyes of your father as he gave you a straight answer.

“To nip the revolution in the bud, silly child.”

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Writing Again

Usually I wear house shoes around the loft –– I've probably gone through 12 pair of these chinese slippers, $8 apiece bought from pearl river mart, since I moved into the loft in gowanus 6.5 years ago. I wear them to free me of the worry of catching a sliver in these worn out wood floors. Even wearing the slippers, sometimes I catch a little fleck of the torn back ply wood and my slipper gets pulled off my foot. But I've been consciously walking barefoot now and again around the house this week. I wanted to feel a connection with the ground. I know it's more of a poetic expression than anything, to be barefoot is to be more connected with the earth somehow, but experientially there's that sensation, the texture changing from step to step, and a feeling of independence. The intention links with a greater one I've been developing the last month or so: to find ways to be feel less disassociation with my body, to commit to acts of appreciation even. To move with not just intention but with attention, affection.

I used to have a blog – back when I lived in Houghton NY, working as a designer at the college there, I took time each day to write down whatever was on my mind, stick it in Dreamweaver, and add it to my personal website. This is before RSS feeds, Facebook, tags, the ability to like or comment. I don't know if I would've been brave enough back then to post in this new way. There was a spiritual silence to the practice. I might hear from a friend in town that they read my post and appreciated it, or found it lovely, as easy as talking about the weather. I sometimes posted little clips of music to the site too – demos, little sound experiments. It was a living mood board for me. Hmm.

I wasnt thinking about that at all when I started writing this post. I was actually thinking about race, my whiteness in particular, and the way I feel I've become more and more shut out from my neighborliness in the last few years. Race in this country, and the insidious silence about it in white communities, in wealthy communities, in the "hearts" of the comfortable. I was thinking about my struggle to understand anxiety and the aging process, the feeling like sometimes my body works against me, like it's been muzzling me, muzzling the expression of something realer than I can imagine.

Two and a half years ago I had a very severe anxiety attack. I was working at a museum in NYC and had left my desk to use the toilet. A few minutes later I told my colleagues I wasn't well and scrambled out of the building, stumbling through the oceania wing and out into central park where I called my mom and then passed out on a dirt mound. When I woke I was sobbing and my mother was calling to me over the phone. I remember being overwhelmed with the notion that there were experiences I'd had as an adolescent that I'd always assumed my parents knew about, understood, had worked into the explanation for my behavior, my shyness, the way I refused certain activities, the way I presented myself. I felt this whole body awareness of loss. A feeling I'd spent 30 years avoiding. And when, a few minutes later, I tidied myself up and began to walk through the park to the subway, there was this amputation of a part of me. I felt wind on the wound. I can still locate that rawness in me now, more than 24 months later.

So I've spent the last couple years sorting out my priorities. In my list are happiness over security, a better relationship with my body and education about the nervous system, the normal mid-life spiritual exercises (meditation, mindful mediation, presence, therapy), and a renewed commitment to dream, to expand rather than gather up and guard my personhood. This last one has become pretty important to me because I've found its the most at odds with the American capitalist structure. And it's put me at odds with what I'm calling my "whiteness". It's the floor that all these other priorities sit on. It scares me to think what that floor is hiding. It scares and excites me.

I wonder if this is the conveyor of that anxious vibration. I wonder if my humanity, my self-respect, my sense of responsibility and belonging are there hidden by that floor. Will my whole value system change when I move it? Will "heart" and "soul" find some realness for me?

Anyway, I'm reinstating my blog on this note. Walking barefoot and taking time to let my body be an inquisitive body. Taking up space.

“They will never, so long as their whiteness puts so sinister a distance between themselves and their own experience and the experience of others, feel themselves sufficiently human, sufficiently worthwhile, to become responsible for themselves, their leaders, their country, their children, or their fate.” 

- James Baldwin, “An Open Letter to My Sister, Angela Y. Davis” (1970)

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What Is Molded Pulp Packaging? Why Your Products Want It

If merely relying on drop exams, vibration checks and different performance data, packaging selection is often evident. Paper-pulp drying ovens use convection technology to evaporate the moisture from the molded elements with heated air. The ovens have pressurized ducts positioned above (and below if vital) the elements as they journey via the oven on a conveyor. The air is discharged from the ducts at velocities of 3,000 to 5,000 feet per hour through air nozzles which are situated alongside the width and length of the ducts. The new air impinges on the wet shapes, utilizing air turbulence to remove the microscopic boundary layer of moisture that repeatedly forms adjoining to the surface of the shapes throughout evaporation. Without enough impingement, this boundary layer will retard further drying. Steps have to be taken to make sure the air velocity is sufficient for drying however not so nice as to trigger the elements to maneuver or levitate. It is not uncommon to use variable-frequency drives (VFDs) on the blower motors to stop this. They don't. When compared to EPS, molded pulp packaging consumers between 70-one hundred fifteen% extra vitality, results in between 9-31% more air pollution, and emits between 323-348% extra inexperienced house gasoline. Cushioning inserts made of EPS have, for identical useful performance, distinctly much less of an affect on the setting than those manufactured from paper pulp. It isnt. The choice of fiber for molded pulp products is vital, and the properties of the totally different fibers used will tremendously affect the traits of the final product. An identical packaging buildings made of different fiber sorts will produce products with different performance specifications. Raw material with lengthy fibers will develop greater power, facilitating high loading potential for heavy-merchandise packages. Long fiber additionally supplies superior product flexibility. Contrastingly, quick fiber based uncooked material produces molded pulp products which are more rigid, but with a lower power threshold. And, shorter fibers will not be recyclable.

What's molded pulp packing? + why your goods need it

Save money. Save time. Conserve yourself distance. These are only a couple of the many benefits of fiber which encompass several places along the supply and manufacturing chain such as recycling, manufacturing, assembly, packing, warehousing, shipping, advertising, sales and purchasing. Molded pulp packaging is a newer kind of packaging made from recycled materials. It is used for protective packing mainly for beverages and meals. But, it is also a fantastic choice to package delicate things of any sort that require extra considerations throughout the shipping process. Vitafood Insights reports that, The SSI, published earlier this year, reviewed client's purchasing habits from 2013 to 2018 and found that merchandise marketed as sustainably-packaged skilled 5.6 instances sooner progress than people who weren't, throughout 36 CPG classes.” Which means that sustainability claims are key drivers for product sales. Molded pulp packaging merchandise, resembling tray and clamshells are primarily used for egg packaging due to their glorious vibration damping properties, essential for packaging fragile products. Rising per capita consumption of eggs in developed nations coupled with the rising adoption of sustainable disposables by the foodservice industry is expected to profit the market within the forthcoming years. As you evaluate HGHY, take into consideration their reputation, their pricing structure, the tone of their customer testimonials, and their shipping policies. It is best to select a business that provides some form of guarantee on the equipment they sell. This can help show they are assured in their products' quality. You should be extremely wary they aren't well-made or durable enough to last.

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may I ask for an itachi modern au scenario where his foreigner girlfriend comes to visit him in Japan??

Hello there Anon! I’ve never done a modern AU before! It was fun, I’m still dusting of my full scenario skills so I hope this is to your liking! ~Admin Little Lace 🎀

Today is the day, the thought repeated in his head. It had been the only thought in his head since that morning. She’d be proud, his head wasn’t so bogged down with thoughts. Thoughts of numbers and figures, consideration of business deals, the planning of his schedule and so many other trivial things wasted away.

“You think too much Itachi,” He could hear her voice saying, as she had many times. So light and happy. But the giggling ton had always been through a screen or an ear piece. Today that would change. Because today, the girl he had given his heart to would be there with him. Sharing the same space for the first time in a long time. Today was the day his girlfriend was to visit him.

They had met when he had taken part in the Foreign Exchange Program his 3rd year. Her family had graciously agreed to host him. The small family of three were altogether very nice. Her parents were warm and inviting, a stark contrast from the formality of his family. When the program liaison had told him his host family had a daughter a little older than Sasuke, he had expected something like the strange blushing girls in his class. Girls that whispered and simpered whenever he was around.

To his surprise, she was smiling brightly and (with the poorest of Japanese) introduced herself. Not wanting to kill her enthusiasm he smiled back introducing himself. She was the very sun itself. Never without a smile or kind word, the girl show him around the high school they attended.

“I’ll show you where all the cool kids hang out.” She had said, her weird phrases always making him smile. There was never a dull moment when he was with her. And although he wasn’t sure that this was what her “cool kids” did, she had taught him to play darts. The Uchiha couldn’t help but laugh at the pouty face she made when she discovered how good he was. In return, he helped her with her Japanese. Long hours were spent on instructing her on characters and enjoying her clumsy handwriting and laughter. Her loved her laugh.

Her laugher was one of the few things that could break him away from his thoughts. It seemed like she was always laughing, while they studied, when they ate, while they walked to and from school. The girl was just so happy. The light and easy air, a far cry from the rigidity of his home life. He once asked her why she was so cheerful.

“Because I’m with you, silly.” It was so simple and answer but his heart gave a strange beat. The arrhythmia only worsened the more time he spent with her. His feelings hadn’t made sense until she was crying at the airport. He watched longingly as she wiped away tears, laughing at how silly she was being. In a move, bold for him, he wiped away a tear and smiled to her.

“I’ll miss you too,” he spoke, his words bringing a blush to her cheeks, “Please laugh while I’m gone.”

“Flight J492 Luggage has been moved to carousal 3,” the electronic announcer informed, breaking the dark haired man out of his thoughts. Standing from his seat, he made his way to the end carousal. His dark eyes searching for her. Amidst the groups of family reunions, tired business men, and flight attendants moving to their next destination, he didn’t see her. She had messaged him last night saying she had gotten on to her connecting flight safety and she would see him that morning. Perhaps she hadn’t disembarked yet?

A vibration went off in his pocket drawing him to his phone. Half expecting her, he shouldn’t have been surprised to see Shisui’s number with a message.

Say hi to your ‘girlfriend’ for me.

His best friend had known about the girl since the beginning. He had been there when their letters turned to emails. As the occasional email became daily text messages. But still hadn’t fully believed as they shared phone calls and video chats. Itachi, at first, understood the man’s ignorance. His ‘Host Sister’ had become a fixture in his life. It had seem like she had always been there. Someone the older Uchiha would ask about if he remembered his junior had a host family. All throughout his years in university and the start of hers, they had spoken merely as friends, close friends. Inquiring about school life, checking on each other’s families’. Merely topics of regular conversation until one night.

“I love you,” she blurted out as he went to explain her physics assignment. Neither spoke, not entirely sure the other had heard them right. Her eyes filling with tears as she broke first, looking away from the web cam. “Itachi, I’m so-”

“I love you too,”

The change had been easy, natural even. They had been friends at such a distance before, the distance as lovers didn’t seem to bother. It was difficult to be sure, being separated from the one you loved always was. But the late night/earlier morning calls made the days apart easier. Seeing her face before he left for work and then again before he fell asleep sought to quell any brewing anxiety and strengthened the budding romance. Soon her picture had made it’s way on to his desk, a sign to the twittering office girls the fight had been lost. The picture had also drawn the attention of his friend.

“Who is that?” Shisui stopped looking at the framed photograph.

“My girlfriend,” the incredulous look from his friend and co worker should have been concerning.

“No way!” Somehow, though the Uchiha could not figure out how, ‘host sister’ made more sense to him than girlfriend. As if it was too much of a stretch for him to be romantically engaged with in his words “A girl as hot as this”.

I will

he typed closing the app, the action bringing him his background, a photo of her. It had been taken a day again, she standing by her bags ready to go. Her form wrapped up in a jacket he had left all those years ago. Her smile dazzling as he remembered with the caption: Japan or Bust, across the bottom.

A shrill tone sounded as carousal 3 began to turn, bags falling on to the conveyor. His heart began to speed up a littler. Today was the day. All the plans they had made these past years were going to come to pass.

“We can go to the Ghibli Museum!” She squealed pulling a guide book into frame. The thick tome busting at the seams with colorful post it notes. “They have a Cat Bus you can board!” Her excitement contagious even through his laptop.

“Is that all you want to do?” his question met with a torrent of Pokemon theme places, studio city tours and anime themed attractions. After her excitement filled rambling about places he hadn’t even known existed, she stopped suddenly looking toward the camera, is if he had really been in her bedroom with her. Her abrupt silent worrying. “What’s wrong?”

“I think just seeing you is all I want to do,” she answered pensively, her signature giggle following. “Yes! Being with Itachi is definitely the only thing I want to do!” She had always sounded so sure. Even through all the set backs, being with him was the thought that had pushed her along. The thought of being with her encouraged him too, helping him believe one day she would be there with him. Today was the day the thought repeated again.

Swiftly, Itachi moved through the crowd, on the hunt for his love. Through his question of whether or not he should have made a sign something caught his eye. A familiar red and white fan. Following the glimpse he was looking at a jacket. One he was sure was long since lost to him. Standing to the side fo the luggage carousal, the article of clothing was drowning a smaller frame of a girl. He smiled as she lugged her brightly colored suitcase off the conveyor belt. Stealthily, he walked behind her, she taking no notice of her lover as she looked over her case.

His heart gave an off beat being so close to her once more. She had grown a little taller, and her hair was a bit different. But she was still the same girl who bowed to him saying it was ‘meet to nice’ him. Not one to let nerves get the best of him, he tapped her opposite shoulder. As she had always done, she looked in that direction. Finding no one she started a complete 360 before being stopped by his two fingers on her forehead. Her surprised face blooming into the most lovely smile. He had expected her to squeal, he had expected her to jump on him, he had expected so many other things. What he hadn’t anticipated was tears. Her eyes widened, tears falling.

“Hi,” she said softly.

“Hello again,” he returned copying her manner. Easily his arms found themselves around her, pulling her close. They had never been very physical when they were young, a hand touch here, a forehead tap there. But to embrace her like this, it was magical. As she returned his embrace, he could for the first time feel her giggle as she laughed. Itachi felt complete.

Placing a kiss to her forehead, he looked to his girlfriend. If it hadn’t been for the commotion of travelers around them he would have thought this was a dream. Picking up her suitcase he offered her his arm. “Come on,” he said, watching her eyes light up as she linked her arm with his. “I’ll take you to breakfast,” he took her squeal as an agreement. As they made their way to his car, the discussed her flight. True to form she was more interested in talking about what she had dubbed ‘Their Adventure’.

As she gushed about cat cafes and ‘finally riding cat bus’, he smiled. Itachi hadn’t had the heart to tell her that only children could board the pseudo-feline. Yet he hoped the the square box in his pocket would make up for it. That she would agree to their next adventure.

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Six Benefits of Using Conveyor Systems in the Food Industry

Material handling is essential in food processing and packaging. Raw materials and finished goods must be transported over long distances while remaining sanitary. Previously, food processing plants relied solely on manual labour to perform these functions, which consumed a significant amount of time and money. However, increasing levels of automation, such as the use of food handling conveyors, have transformed these operations. Continue reading to learn how food conveyor systems have improved quality, production efficiencies, and worker safety in the food industry.

History of Conveyor Systems

Conveyor belts were first documented in 1795. The first conveyor system was powered by pulleys and hand cranks and was made of a wooden bed and a leather belt. The primitive design of the first conveyor systems was improved by the Industrial Revolution and steam power. By 1804, the British Navy was loading ships using steam-powered conveyor systems.

Over the next 100 years, machine-powered conveyors would appear in a variety of industries. Sandvik, a Swedish engineering firm, produced the first steel conveyor belts in 1901. Conveyor belt systems, which were previously built with leather, rubber, or canvas belts, began using different fabrics or a combination of synthetic materials for the belts.

Conveyor systems have evolved over the years and are no longer powered solely by hand or gravity. In today’s food industry, mechanical conveyor systems are widely used to improve food quality, operational efficiencies, productivity, and safety. Mechanical conveyors are made up of a power mechanism that controls the conveying speed, a motor controller, a structure that supports the conveyor, and a material-handling mechanism such as a belt, tube, tray, or screw.

Conveyor Systems Today

Belt conveyors, vibrating conveyors, screw conveyors, flexible screw conveyors, aero-mechanical conveyors, and tubular cable drag conveyor systems are the most common conveyors used in the food industry today. Today’s technologies enable customised designs based on the client’s needs, such as how far materials need to be moved or at what speed these items will travel through the plant. Modern conveyor systems can also be custom-designed by consulting experts who know exactly where power points are located within the facility so that everything runs smoothly and without hiccups from start to finish.

Advantages of Food Handling Conveyors

Increased automation in the form of food conveyor systems has provided benefits to the food industry that go beyond improved sanitation. Conveyors provided numerous benefits to food manufacturers who installed them. Among the primary advantages are:

#1. Increased Productivity

When compared to using human labour, a conveyor system will complete your food processing activities much faster. Check out this page for more information on its operating systems. More work will be completed in a shorter period of time, increasing your company’s productivity levels. This frequently translates to higher returns, which is what every business desires. Without a conveyor system, these processes will be handled by your team. This means that the top leadership must oversee the execution of operations to ensure that they are done correctly and without redundancy. Top management will be less productive as a result of the supervision. With a conveyor system, however, they can concentrate on other core managerial operations that will result in profit realisation. This boosts productivity not only for your top management but also for your company.

2. Reduced Costs

When you run your food processing operations without a conveyor system, you must invest in a large number of workers. Because production is frequently done 24 hours a day to meet market demand, you must double your team, one for the day and one for the night shift. This means you’ll have to pay a lot of money to accommodate them, from wages to insurance to other benefits. However, with the conveyor system, fewer workers are required. You may only require one or two on the ground. They will oversee the process to ensure that everything runs smoothly. Your operating costs will be reduced as you reduce the number of employees.

3. Increase Employee Safety

Employees are delegated to less physically demanding operations as the need for manual labour in food processing shifts to conveyor systems. The reduced amount of handling reduces the number of injuries on the job site caused by strenuous tasks.

Shifting the load from the worker to the conveyor reduces the risk of food product damage. You can adjust the speed, height, and include barriers to keep your conveyor system safe for employees.

4.Fewer Errors

When human labour is used to complete any task, there is always a high likelihood of error. This is frequently attributed to exhaustion, ignorance, or a lack of knowledge. Errors in food production increase the likelihood of quality being compromised or systems being disrupted. How? A worker may use the incorrect amount of an ingredient or place it in the incorrect chamber. If this is discovered early on, the production process can be repeated to correct the situation. On the other hand, if it goes unnoticed, what does that say about the final product’s quality? When you use a conveyor system, however, everything will go as planned; there will be no deviations in the procedure. This means that quality is maintained throughout, increasing the likelihood of your company fully satisfying the needs of your clients. To ensure this, simply programme it correctly and without errors.

5. Ensuring Food Safety and Maintaining Quality Standards

There are various standards that must be met in the food production process to ensure that the final product is fit for human consumption. This means that you must maintain high levels of hygiene in your manufacturing. When using human labour, maintaining these standards may be difficult because someone may compromise something, with or without their knowledge. A minor lapse in quality control may render an entire batch unfit for human consumption. The use of a conveyor system alters the narrative. There are conveyor systems designed for food production that are often sterile and anti-bacterial. This means that your food will always meet minimum quality standards that will be upheld throughout the process. To keep the conveyor belts sterile, simply clean them on a regular basis with the appropriate products.

6. Increased Versatility

Conveyor systems can change the speed and direction of material flow, making them a versatile addition to food processing operations. Because conveyors are modular, they can be reconfigured to meet changing production needs.

Conclusion

If you’re looking to expand your operations, a conveyor system is the way to go. The size of your production plant, as well as your budget, is the most important factors to consider when making this investment. You will benefit from the methods described in this article if you use a conveyor system. Conveyor systems were initially developed to reduce the time required to move materials from point A to point B and to relieve workers of strenuous manual labour. Conveyor systems have evolved over time and now provide more benefits. Conveyors are excellent investments that help food manufacturers save money on labour, improve processes and productivity, and maintain food quality standards. Please feel free to contact Bluesurf Technologies if you have any questions about using a conveyor system in your food production facility. We specialise in providing top-of-the-line conveyors to various food processing plants in order to help them grow their business.

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Straight seam steel pipe length measurement and surface treatment

Length measurement method of straight seam steel pipe

1. Length measurement by measuring scale

The basic principle is: straight seam steel pipe outside the two ends are set up two fixed length of the scale, the use of rodless cylinder driven scale is characterized by high accuracy. However, the scale is expensive and difficult to maintain, sensitive to the impact of dust and site vibration.

2. Camera length measurement

Camera length measurement is the use of image processing to achieve the length of steel pipe measurement, the principle is to install a series of equal distance photoelectric switch on a section of the straight seam steel pipe conveyor roller conveyor, in another section with a light source and camera. When the steel pipe passes through this area, the length of the steel pipe can be determined according to the position of a photoelectric switch on the screen through the image taken by the camera.

The feature is that online measurement can be realized, and the length data can be obtained when the steel pipe passes through the length measurement area without interval. The disadvantage is that: if you do not use ad hoc light source irradiation, the steel pipe will be subject to interference from external light, and the use of ad hoc light source due to the high brightness of the steel pipe after chamfering the end of the tube and the reflection of light is very strong, easy to cause reading errors.

3. Encoder length measurement

The principle is to install the encoder at the cylinder, using the cylinder to push the steel pipe in the roller conveyor movement, on the other side of the installation of a series of equal distance photoelectric switch, when the steel pipe is pushed by the cylinder end touches the photoelectric switch, from the recorded encoder readings, converted to the cylinder stroke, so that the length of the steel pipe can be calculated.

The characteristic is that the steel tube needs to be lifted when measuring the length. In addition, there is some error in photoelectric switch detection, which may require full measurement.

4. Improved encoder length measurement

This method is an indirect measurement method, by measuring the distance between the two ends of the steel pipe and the respective reference point, the length of the steel pipe is measured indirectly. At each end of the steel pipe set up a length measurement trolley, the initial position of zero, the spacing is L. Then move the editor length to the respective pipe end of the walking distance (L2, L3), L - L2 - L3, that is, the length of the steel pipe.

This measurement method to overcome the huge size of the steel pipe, the production site environment is complex, the measurement mechanism can not cross the lower steel pipe support bench and other difficulties. This method is easy to operate and the measurement accuracy is within ±10mm, with a repeatability of ≤5mm.

Surface treatment of straight seam steel pipe

With the continuous development of China's economy, the country vigorously develop the energy industry, long-distance oil and gas pipeline is an important way of energy security, in the process of oil and gas pipeline anti-corrosion construction, straight seam steel pipe surface treatment is one of the key factors to determine the service life of the pipeline anti-corrosion, it is the premise that the anti-corrosion layer and steel pipe can be firmly combined. Verified by research institutions, the life of the anti-corrosion layer in addition to the type of coating, coating quality and construction environment and other factors, straight seam steel pipe surface treatment on the life of the anti-corrosion layer of about 50% of the impact, therefore, should be strictly in accordance with the requirements of the anti-corrosion layer specification for the surface of the steel pipe, continuous exploration and summary, and constantly improve the surface treatment of steel pipe.

1.cleaning of straight seam steel pipe The use of solvents, emulsions to clean the steel surface to remove oil, grease, dust, lubricants and similar organic substances, but it can not remove the steel surface rust, oxide skin, welding powder, etc., and therefore only as an auxiliary means in the production of anti-corrosion.

2. tool rust removal of straight seam steel pipe Mainly using tools such as wire brushes to polish the steel surface, which can remove loose or buckled oxidation, rust, weld slag, etc. Manual tool rust removal can reach Sa2 level, power tool rust removal can reach Sa3 level, if the steel surface is firmly attached to the iron oxide skin, tool rust removal effect is not ideal, not up to the depth of the anchor pattern required for anti-corrosion construction

3. Pickling of straight seam steel pipe Generally, two methods of chemical and electrolytic pickling are used to do the pickling treatment, and only chemical pickling is used for pipeline corrosion protection, which can remove the oxide skin, rust and old coating, and sometimes it can be used as reprocessing after sandblasting rust removal. Although chemical cleaning can make the surface reach a certain degree of cleanliness and roughness, its anchor pattern is shallow, and it is easy to cause pollution to the environment.

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Installation and maintenance requirements of long distance vibration conveyor

Long-distance vibration conveyors are also called horizontal vibration conveyors, high-temperature vibration conveyors, etc. They are continuous conveying machines that use a vibrator to vibrate the trough, thereby sliding or throwing the materials in the trough along a certain direction. This equipment is a highly versatile and advanced structure high temperature material vibration conveying equipment.

The working principle of the long-distance vibration conveyor is to use two vibration motors as the excitation source. Using the principle of self-synchronization, the two vibration motors rotate in the opposite direction to cause the reciprocating vibration of the balance frame at the bottom of the conveyor. The role of the drive the vibration of the upper conveying trough, so as to achieve the purpose of conveying materials.

There are two types of long-distance vibrating conveyors: open type and closed type。

Basic requirements for installation and maintenance of long distance vibration conveyors：

(1) The bottom frame and the tank of the vibration conveyor must be installed straight. It is recommended that the flatness is 10 meters and the length is not greater than 5-8 mm。Excessive deflection of the bottom frame and the tank will cause greater installation stress. , Which in turn will cause early damage to these parts。

(2) In order to meet the above requirements, the lower surface of the vibration isolation spring should have close to the same elevation, and its tolerance should not be greater than 5-8 mm.

(3) The installation angle of the guide rod of the vibration conveyor should be close to the same, the shear spring should be perpendicular to the guide rod, and the tolerance of its installation angle to its nominal installation position is + -1.

(4) The transmission shaft is perpendicular to the center line of the groove body. The two transmission links should be parallel to each other without excessive skew. The tolerance of the installation angle is + -1. After the installation, the transmission shaft should be flexible and can be moved by hand 360 or more.

(5) All screws of the vibration conveyor should be locked. Generally, spring washers should be added, and double nuts can also be used to lock. Otherwise, the bolts will loose quickly and affect the normal operation of the machine.

The long-distance vibration conveyor is mainly used for conveying materials such as powder, granular, block and mixed products. It is widely used in building materials, metallurgy, chemical industry, coal mining, machinery manufacturing, coal, tobacco, food, medicine and other industries.

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sublimeheartwizard · 3 years

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Design and Development of Telescopic Conveyor

This telescopic belt conveyor is an effective and ergonomic alternative to labour-intensive routines. Operators can move heavy or awkward packages into or out of a container/truck rapidly with little effort. Extending some 20 meters/65 ft., telescopic belt conveyors can be used to load/unload any type of loose-loaded cargo - typically parcels, boxes, sacks & tyres. An intuitive smart-pad on either side enables precise control of the boom's elevation and telescopic movement. Push buttons at the operator end of the boom control activation, lights, belt direction etc.

A telescopic belt conveyor is an effective and ergonomic alternative to labour-intensive routines. Operators can move heavy or awkward packages into or out of a container/truck rapidly with little effort. Extending some 20 meters/65 ft., telescopic belt conveyors can be used to load/unload any type of loose-loaded cargo - typically parcels, boxes, sacks & tyres. An intuitive smart-pad on either side enables precise control of the boom's elevation and telescopic movement. Push buttons at the operator end of the boom control activation, lights, belt direction etc. Exceptionally small base sections combined with up to five extending sections enables us to provide custom telescopic conveyors to suit your requirements.

Wheel Sorter

Wheel Sorter is used for belt conveyor system or roller conveyor system. The characteristics of this design is to track conveyed goods accurately and stably as well as set sorting positions at any position along both sides of conveyor lines conveniently to satisfy customers with different sorting requirements. Achieve maximum sorting rate at the same time its best economical efficiency.

Durable: Our O-Belt is made in a whole piece, without any gaps to ensure a longer service life!

§High Sorting Rate: Designed for high speed and bidirectional for sorting operation on both sides at the same time. Maximum Sorting Rate can be 7200 pieces/hour.

§Low Noise: Use new material and noise elimination technology which can be friendly for Environment, noise can be less than 75dB.

§Energy Conservation and Environmental Protection: Light weight material and low energy consumption structure as well as low power and source power (conveyor) drive to achieve successful operation.

§Flexible and Stable Sorting Operation: Online double-row swivel wheel technology prevents conveyed goods from vibration and damage. Stably and flexibly sort goods from light duty to maximum 50kg heavy duty range.

§Easy Layout and Maintenance: Use unit modular design and embedding combination structure, easy for sorting positions be placed at any position along both sides of conveyor line. Product is more reasonable, simple, conveniently used and maintained.

DWS Systems makes its international show debut at IFAT

DWS System, the joint venture between Siltbuster, the water treatment specialist and the German recycling equipment giant, Doppstadt, , will be exhibiting at IFAT 2016 in Munich. This will be the first time DWS Systems has taken part in an international show, since the company was formed in 2015.

Located in hall B1.404, DWS Systems will be exhibiting the latest Gritbuster WT-250 road sweepings recycling system. The WT-250 is uniquely engineered to handle road sweepings, gully waste and trommel fines on a commercial scale, handling up to 25 tonnes per hour. It cleverly uses water to further separate out recyclable materials - washed gravel and sand products - making it easier for materials recycling facilities to separate out on a large scale the constituent elements of the waste they handle. This boosts the level of material reuse and minimises waste going to landfill. Thanks to this level of innovation, the WT-250 is in the running for a prestigious MRW National Recycling Award.

DWS Systems will also be showing its range of water treatment technologies including the HB40R lamella clarifier. This is specifically designed for the removal of suspended solids and other matter from process waters, so that the water can be reused. As a result, those using DWS Systems’ water treatment kit can operate a closed loop process; they don’t have to rely on large settlement lagoons to naturally treat their waste water. The net result is compact solutions which can be rapidly deployed on small sites to reprocess a range of waste materials to a higher standard than can be achieved by the current dry processing techniques.

Commenting on the company’s presence at the exhibition, Dr Richard Coulton, founder of Siltbuster and CEO of DWS Systems UK said: “As just these two products show, we have some powerful solutions for the world’s recycling industry. The collaboration between our two businesses means we can roll them out to an international audience much faster, which is important as the recycling sector faces some real challenges which our systems address. Our presence at IFAT is an important first step in that process. It’s a great opportunity to showcase both the new business and most importantly, the technologies we offer.”

Chapter One - What is a Conveyor Belt?

A conveyor belt is a material handling system designed to move supplies, materials, and components using an efficient and effortless process that saves on time, energy, and cost. The design of conveyor belts includes two motorized pulleys with the conveyor material looped over them. The pulleys operate at the same speed and move in the same direction to activate the motion of the conveyor belt.

There is an endless number of types and uses for conveyor belts. All of the varieties serve the purpose of transporting materials and goods along a continuously moving path. Though motorized conveyor belts are the traditional form of a conveying system, there are systems that use rollers without a motor to move materials.

Chapter Two - Types of Conveyor Belts

The range and uses of conveyor belts cover several industrial settings and applications. The efficiency of conveyor belt systems assists in improving productivity, saves on labor costs, and decreases lead times. Conveyor belts move large quantities of goods quickly and reliably for transport, further assembly, or storage.

The principal reasons so many conveyor systems are in use are the savings in labor costs, efficient movement of goods, and their ability to keep products and materials from damage. They provide the best possible service at the lowest possible cost.

Types of Conveyor BeltsRoller Bed Conveyor Belt

The surface of a roller bed conveyor belt is a set of rollers that match the weight and speed required by the product. The length of the roller bed conveyor belt determines the number of rollers to be used.

A roller bed conveyor belt is designed for applications where materials are loaded by gravity. They are an ideal solution for conditions where materials have to be moved over long distances since they are designed to reduce friction.

Flat Belt Conveyor Belt

A flat belt conveyor belt uses a series of pulleys to move materials and supplies. Its belt is made of natural or synthetic materials; this makes it versatile and adaptable to varying conditions and applications. In some instances, a flat belt conveyor belt may have a center drive and nose bars.

Modular Conveyor Belt

A modular belt conveyor consists of interlocked pieces made of hard plastic with segments that can be easily removed and replaced. The design of modular belt conveyors makes it easier to clean, and the material is resistant to sharp and abrasive substances. Modular belt conveyors come in varying configurations and use a single belt to go around corners, in a straight line, up inclines, and down declines.

Cleated Conveyor Belt

Cleated belt conveyors have sections, pockets, or dividers that secure granular products when the belt declines or inclines. The cleats have equal spacing between them and come in various styles and shapes depending on the product to be moved and the design of the belt.

Inverted Capital T

An inverted T cleat stands perpendicular to the belt and provides support for delicate and fragile materials.

Forward Leaning Capital L

A leaning capital L has a wide base that can be curved to scoop up granular materials. The design of the capital L makes it less resistant to leverage forces.

Inverted V

Inverted V cleats are two inches or less to create a trough like effect and are used for heavy, abrasive, and larger pieces of bulk materials.

Lugs and Pegs

Lugs and pegs are designed to meet the specific needs of a product and are a cost effective solution for products that do not require continuous support, such as cartons. They can be selectively placed to move products of varying sizes.

Sidewall

The purpose of sidewalls on a conveyor belt is to keep the material being moved on the belt. Sidewall conveyor belts are ideal for incline and decline belts and help increase product load capacity to improve conveyor system efficiency. There are a wide variety of sidewall materials, and they can be corrugated at various depths to fit the needs of the product and application.

Curved Conveyor Belt

The curves in conveyor belts are used to carry products around corners, make transfers, and make efficient use of floor space. Curved conveyor belts can make “U” turns to face the direction from which they came. They are made with flat belts and can make turns at 45o, 90o, 135o, and 180o angles.

Incline Conveyor Belt

Incline conveyor belts have a rough, uneven surface to hold materials and prevent them from slipping or falling back. The underside of the belt is smooth to allow the belt to glide smoothly along the bed. Modular belt and timing belt conveyors can be used for this purpose. Depending on the material to be moved, cleats may be included for increased slippage prevention.

Decline Conveyor Belt

The purpose of a decline conveyor belt is to move products or materials down or change its height. As with the incline version of conveyor belts, a decline conveyor belt has a rough surface or cleats to prevent materials from slipping or falling.

Decline conveyor belts are a continuous operating conveyor system with an articulated frame with a section that is pivoted or placed downward to accommodate downward movement of products from an upper location.

An advancement in conveyor belt technology is the electroadhesion conveyor belt, which acts like a magnet that is activated by a switch to create a strong and secure holding force between the container and the belt. Two low amp power strips placed in the conveyor belt powers its holding force. Materials with an electrically conductive pattern are knitted into the belt to produce the force that holds materials in place.

Filter Conveyor Belt

Unlike conventional conveyor belts, filter conveyor belts allow materials to pass through in order to drain excess liquid from components or filter out toxins and contaminants. Filter conveyor belts are constructed with lateral grooves and holes in the center of the belt to allow liquids and fluids to escape. Drainage holes are placed in a fabric free zone down the center of the belt or sealed to prevent the liquid from soaking into the belt fabric.

Much like a sidewall conveyor belt, filter conveyor belts can have sidewalls to prevent liquids and fluids from spilling over the sides of the belt. They are made of heated polyester, polypropylene, polyolefin, or stainless steel mesh for dewatering applications.

Vacuum filter belts are used for washing coal and other ores to assist in the separation of fluids and solids.

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