#pistons and engine testing

[fuck-customers]

(half rant half story)

I'm a physicist. I work for a company that helps develop car parts. Essentially, car companies come to us with ideas on what they want from a part or material, and we make/test the idea or help them make/test it. Usually this means talking to other scientists and engineers and experts and it's all fine. Sometimes this means talking to businesspeople and board execs and I hate them

A bit ago when AI was really taking off in the zeitgeist I went to a meeting to talk about some tweaks Car Company A wanted to make to their hydraulics- specifically the master cylinder, but it doesn't super matter. I thought I'd be talking to their engineers - it ends up being just me, their head supervisor (who was not a scientist/engineer) and one of their executives from a different area (also not a scientist/engineer). I'm the only one in the room who actually knows how a car works, and also the lowest-level employee, and also aware that these people will give feedback to my boss based on how I 'represent the company ' whilst I'm here.

I start to explain my way through how I can make some of the changes they want - trying to do so in a way they'll understand - when Head Supervisor cuts me off and starts talking about AI. I'm like "oh well AI is often integrated into the software for a car but we're talking hardware right now, so that's not something we really ca-"

"Can you add artificial intelligence to the hydraulics?"

"..sorry, what was that?"

"Can you add AI to the hydraulics system?"

can i fucking what mate "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm a little confused - what do you mean by adding AI to the hydraulics?"

"I just thought this stuff could run smoother if you added AI to it. Most things do"

The part of the car that moves when you push the acceleration pedal is metal and liquid my dude what are you talking about "You want me to .add AI...to the pistons? To the master cylinder?"

"Yeah exactly, if you add AI to the bit that makes the pistons work, it should work better, right?"

IT'S METAL PIPES it's metal pipes it's metal pipes "Sir, there isn't any software in that part of the car"

"I know, but it's artificial intelligence, I'm sure there's a way to add it"

im exploding you with my mind you cannot seriously be asking me to add AI to a section of car that has as much fucking code attached to it as a SOCK what do you MEAN. The most complicated part of this thing is a SPRING you can't be serious

He was seriously asking. I've met my fair share of idiots but I was sure he wasn't genuinely seriously asking that I add AI directly to a piston system, but he was. And not even in the like "oh if we implement a way for AI to control that part" kind of way, he just vaguely thought that AI would "make it better" WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEANNNNN I HAD TO SPEND 20 MINUTES OF MY HARD EARNED LIFE EXPLAINING THAT NEITHER I NOR ANYONE ELSE CAN ADD AI TO A GOD DAMNED FUCKING PISTON. "CAN YOU ADD AI TO THE HYDRAULICS" NO BUT EVEN WITHOUT IT THAT METAL PIPE IS MORE INTELLIGENT THAN YOU

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[rhadamanthes]

Thinking about domesticating Toji...  When you first met him his brute charm and grumpy personality enticed you. A bull in a china shop as they say. You are aware of his past and all the reasons he is the way he is, and you love him like that, you just have to soften his hard corner sometimes; Opening and holding the doors for you, walking at your own pace when you're wearing heels... Seeing him do these things with his signature moody face is endearing but sometimes, sometimes his gruff nature takes the upper hand and you have to remind him to be a good boy.  Like today;

Toji is sitting inside the car about to start the engine when he realizes you're not by his side. Through the window you can see his eyes slightly bigger than usual looking at you curiously, you stare right back at him. A grin spread on his lips, accentuating his scar. Hopping off the bronco, Toji meets you outside, circling your shoulder with his beefy arm. He plants a kiss on your cheek, making you step aside so you don't get hit by the door that he opens for you.  

"Wouldn't want my precious girl to get hurt" he whispers in your ear "Need help to get inside?" he asks in a teasing tone, but you decide to ignore it. 

"I wouldn't mind actually" Your boyfriend nods his head and picks you up bridal style, deposing your body on the passenger seat.

Pecking your lips he fastens your seatbelt "Can't forget about safety" he mutters patting your naked thigh "Anything else ?"  Toji asks, resting his forearm on the hood of the car. He's leaning into it, shading you from the sun, his scent wraps around you and you allow yourself to admire him. The way his muscles flexes due to his position, his emerald eyes fixated on you, pupils in slits due to the spring sun reflecting everywhere, it makes him look like a big cat. The thought makes you smile. Are you the prey ? 

"Fan me please" you say, fishing your pink paper fan from your bag.

"Give me a second I'll turn on the AC, yes ? "You shake your head left to right.

"Air conditioner makes me sick" you state pushing the fan into his empty hand. 

Toji opens it in a swift movement, directing it toward your face, the soft breeze it provides makes you hum in content. You decide to test his patience today. Tugging at your collar, silently indicating to him to fan your now exposed skin. He indulges, closing your eyes you let a pleasant smile spread on your lips. 

After a few minutes you decide to end his torture.

"Well let's get on the road, I'll hate for us to be late" 

"I'll hate that too, doll" he smirks, putting the fan back in your purse as he makes his way to the driver seat. 

Laying your hand on the cup holder you wiggle your fingers waiting for him to intertwine them. As a reward for his patience, you start to rake your nails up and down his arm with your free hand, resting your head on his shoulder. Toji is a sucker for this kind of touch, you almost hear him purr the more you touch him. Usually whenever you touch him it always digresses into something more, he can't keep his hand to himself when you're around, fortunately, he's driving now so he doesn't have a choice. Or so you thought. 

⋆･. ˳ . ⋆

The car is pulled to the side of the road, you can feel it move from left to right as Toji parked in a hurry, not landing on a flat zone. 

"Fuck is that good enough for you baby ? " Toji grunts as he rams into your cunt, face dipped into the skin of your chest, fucking you deeper and deeper into the seat. The leather under your skin cries with each of his movements.

From all the things you had to teach Toji, fucking is definitely not one of them. His stroke game is the best you had in your life. His knees are on the floor of the passenger seat as he pistons up inside your pussy, rendering you a squealing mess. 

"mmh yes baby" you gasp, hands in his hair you pull lightly to make eye contact with him. "You're doing so good Toji" you moan, meeting his lips in a messy kiss. 

In and out of the bedroom you like to compliment him, you can tell he's not used to it, his face expression always tenses when you do, waiting for the other shoe to drop. At his moment he looks proud. 

"I am" he raps pistoning in your cunt.  "I am" he repeats softer this time basking into your sweet words. 

A few more strokes a few more praises and you both come undone, ruining the leather seat of the car. 

Well screw that and screw punctuality too. 

[ultrakill-confessions]

I'm very sorry I forgot anon last time. Thank you for letting me know and for keeping this blog running. It's really helping me feel part of the community and I always love seeing it across my dash /gen :]

Anyways, not many folks dial in on V1 being an unfinished prototype, so I'd like to share some headcannons.

Dunno how much of a background in engineering everybody has, but from my (limited) experience, first few versions of any project are usually pretty rough. Half of the job early on is just trying to get it working long enough to see what breaks.

It takes a lot of repeated testing to catch all the weird problems your project has developed. It takes more testing to either fix or efficiently work around those problems. And it takes even more testing after that to iron out all the kinks.

Testing that V1 did not have. And if this community is any indication, the kinks are alive and well.

What I'm saying is that V1 is chronically ill. Weird shit with it goes wrong all the time and it has no way to fix any of it. not permanently, at any rate. And god forbid anything really important breaks because there is absolutely no way to get any replacement parts. Anymore.

(Its one collection of replacement parts made the decision to go splat on the sidewalk with the force of an suv swan-diving off a highrise. So that's a bit of a dead end. (ha))

So it has a choice of:

a) Ignoring these compounding errors and just pushing through as best it can.

b) Jurry riging some home-made solution that could break it up more if it forgets to carry a one somewhere.

or c) Dying.

Most of the time, it's just annoyed with the weakness of its lack of flesh. Warhammer 40k lied to it, and Hell needs to start handing out healthcare plans.

some fun examples:

Its joints keep locking up. Its hydrolic pistons are slightly too large for its cylinders and keep getting stuck at weird times. Its neck keeps trying to rotate to the left for some reason. The blood collection tubing from its armor is a little too low pressure and keeps letting clots form. Its flashlight is on the same grid as its visual cortex, so every time it turns the light on, it has a 50/ 50 chance of rerouting its camera's power and blinding itself. (god, it hates that fucking flashlight. bigger pain in the ass than the archangel, and that's saying something.)

-667Anon

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[wheelsgoroundincircles]

1974 Pontiac Firebird Formula SD-455

1974 Pontiac Firebird Formula SD-455

1974 Formula SD-455 in Pinemist Green with a Saddle interior. The SD-455 was essentially a carryover from 1973. When the 1974 model year began, the SD-455 engine option was placed on hold pending new EPA certification along with the same problem that faced the 1973 SD-455; a shortage of SD-455 forged connecting rods. When 1974 SD-455 vehicle production finally began in November 1973, the engine plant struggled to produce just 8 engines per day. With all the publicity in the media surrounding the SD-455, the Pontiac Parts Department had 1,350 back orders for SD-455 forged connecting rods. On November 9th, 1973, Pontiac issued a bulletin to dealers that all orders for SD-455 connecting rods were cancelled. In order for a dealer to re-order, they were now required to supply a VIN to the Zone Office to make sure the order was for an actual SD-455 equipped car. Orders were limited to just 4 connecting rods, which Pontiac felt was sufficient to handle any warranty issues. By March 1974, the connecting rod problem had still not been resolved, and now Pontiac restricted any SD-455 specific component from being ordered without supplying the VIN of the vehicle, the exception were piston rings. The entire SD-455 saga reads like a soap opera. Cost cutting, upper management turnover, attempting to circumvent EPA emission tests, component shortages, delay after delay, it's amazing that the SD-455 actually made it into production at all. - MCN

[usaac-official]

A group of VF-1E FR-1s in flight with their piston engines shut down, 1947. The squadron was assigned to USS Badoeng Strait (CVE-116) for testing

[forgeline]

Prelude to greatness. Pratt Miller Motorsports' "Chassis 001" is the test car that launched Chevrolet's global Corvette GT3.R racing platform, and it was proudly on display in the Forgeline exhibit, at the 2024 PRI Show, in Indianapolis. Based upon the Chevrolet C8 Corvette Z06 and sharing the road car’s aluminum chassis, the Corvette GT3.R is powered by a version of the Z06’s 5.5L DOHC LT6 V8 engine mated to a 6-speed sequential transmission. It rides on a motorsports-specific double-wishbone suspension system and a motorsports-specific 6-piston front/4-piston rear AP Racing braking system with unique cooling and quick-change capabilities. Pratt Miller worked with the team at Forgeline Motorsports for several years to develop an application-specific version of Forgeline’s center-locking one piece forged monoblock SS1R-GT wheel that was engineered to deliver optimized performance metrics (in terms of mass, deflection, strength, and durability) specifically for the new Corvette GT3.R, and every Chevrolet C8 Corvette Z06 GT3.R competes on 18×12.5/18×13 Forgeline one piece forged monoblock SS1R-GT wheels finished in Gloss Black! See more at: https://www.forgeline.com/customer-gallery-pratt-miller-motorsports/cgk2833

[gxhana]

How about some alt mode nsfw. How would it happen. Reader is female. Would she tease him by touching his protoform that he uses a holoform or would he stop and make her get out before having her. TLK version of him.

Chrome and Fire (TLK!Optimus Prime x Fem!Reader)

Warnings: smut, Daddy kink, orgasm, Size Difference, overstimulation.

The low rumble of his engine sent shivers down your spine as you sat in the cab of his alt mode, your fingers trailing lazily over the smooth leather seat. The night air was thick with heat, the faint scent of fuel and metal mixing with the lingering aroma of the earth beneath his tires. You knew you were pushing your luck, but you couldn’t help yourself.

Your hand slid lower, caressing the polished dashboard, fingertips teasing over the seams where his protoform lurked beneath the steel plating.

“Do you know what you’re doing, little one?” His voice growled through the speakers, low and edged with something dangerous.

Your lips curled into a smirk. “Just admiring you, Prime. Is that a crime?”

A deep rev vibrated through the seat, a warning.

“I suggest you stop,” he rumbled, but there was no real bite in it.

You didn’t listen. You traced the curve of the gear shift, the metal subtly warmer than the rest of his frame, pressing your palm against it just to feel him react.

The next second, the seatbelt locked tight across your chest. The door beside you clicked open.

“Out.”

Your breath hitched, thighs pressing together instinctively at the raw command in his voice. He rarely used that tone unless he was done holding back.

You obeyed, stepping out onto the dirt road, heart hammering. Before you could say anything, the ground beneath you shifted. The transformation was swift, controlled—plating unfolding, gears clicking, and pistons hissing as his massive form loomed above you, silver and blue catching the dim moonlight.

He crouched slightly, his optics burning down at you. “You seem to have forgotten your place.”

You swallowed hard, every inch of your body tingling as he reached for you, metal fingers curling around your waist as he lifted you effortlessly. His plating shifted slightly, revealing glimpses of the molten, shifting protoform beneath—alive, burning, waiting.

You gasped as he pressed you against the cool surface of his own armor, the contrast against your heated skin making you whimper. His grip was firm, possessive, his optics glowing as he leaned in.

“I will remind you,” he promised, voice a rasp of fire and steel.

And then, he did.

You barely had time to react before his grip tightened, pressing you against the cool metal of his plating. The sheer size of him, the raw power in every movement, made your head spin. His protoform flickered beneath the surface, like molten fire trapped beneath steel, and when his fingers brushed over your thighs, you felt the heat radiating from him.

"You were reckless," he murmured, voice thrumming deep in his chest. "Touching me like that while I was in my alt mode. Do you understand what you've done?"

You swallowed, nails digging into the seams of his armor, gasping as his fingers traced higher. "I—"

A sharp whirring sound cut you off as his plating shifted again, exposing more of the shifting mass beneath, fluid and alive. The contrast was intoxicating—cold, solid steel against the warmth of something far more primal.

He tested your resolve first, running the very tips of his fingers along the sensitive flesh of your inner thighs. You trembled, back arching against his frame as your breath hitched. He was slow, deliberate, watching the way you reacted, how your pulse raced beneath his touch.

"You wanted to tease me," he mused, optics burning bright in the dim light. "Now, you're trembling at my mercy."

His voice alone sent a pulse of need through you, but it was nothing compared to the way he handled you—easing you open, pressing against you with the unmistakable promise of something more. His protoform was hot against your skin, shifting as if attuning itself to you, adapting, molding. The sensation was foreign, overwhelming, but you wanted it.

Your fingers clawed at his plating, breathless. "Please…"

The word was all he needed.

The next moment, he pushed forward, stealing the air from your lungs as pleasure surged through you. His hold was unyielding, keeping you exactly where he wanted, letting you feel every inch of him. His movements were controlled at first—measured, teasing—but as your cries grew desperate, his restraint began to fray.

His vents released a deep, heated gust of air as he pressed you tighter against his frame, the friction sending electric jolts through your entire body. His rhythm grew stronger, more possessive, and all you could do was cling to him, lost in the sheer intensity of it.

"Mine," he growled, voice raw with hunger.

The sound alone shattered you.

Your body tensed, pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you could hardly breathe. He didn't stop—he drew it out, letting you ride the sensation until you were left trembling, boneless in his grasp.

He grab your little neck just enough for you to choke, he kept his eye contact as he fucked you hard and rough until you cum till you were left dry.

Only then did he ease, his frame humming with satisfaction.

For a long moment, you could only rest against him, catching your breath, feeling the lingering heat of his protoform cooling against your skin. Then, his voice, softer now but still edged with authority:

"Next time, think carefully before tempting me."

Something about the way he said it made you think there would absolutely be a next time.

[fantastictyphoonpeanut]

Capt. Eric' Winkle' Brown RN - Britain's greatest test pilot, describes the Hornet as “Like flying a Ferrari in the sky”. As the pinnacle of piston-engine aircraft, it was It was also one of the fastest at 485 mph. (FTP)

[transport-methodology-101]

From top:-

1966 Ford Fairlane 427 R-Code, a rare and powerful muscle car. Unique Features: Solid lifter camshafts, forged crankshaft, medium-riser aluminum intake manifold. Designed for drag racing and was known for its speed and performance. Only 57 (fifty seven) were made and all were originally Wimbledon White with a black interior. These spectral anomalies were built with minimal frills to maximize power. The R-code Fairlane was a street-legal drag racer. Mechanical details ⬇️

2nd from top:-

1967 Shelby GT500 Super Snake. It was originally a Shelby GT500 Mustang modified with a 427 cubic inch racing engine, and was intended to test Goodyear's Thunderbolt tires. It was capable of reaching speeds of around 170 mph.

427 cubic inch (7.0-liter) V8 engine derived from the Ford GT40 racing program. 550 hp (though some sources suggest over 600 hp) with 550 lb-ft. 0-60 mph: Approximately 4.1 seconds and top speed of 170 mph (274 kph). Kelsey-Hayes front disc brakes. Goodyear Thunderbolt tires.

3rd from top:- 1969 Ford Torino 428 Cobra Jet featuring a powerful 428 cu in (7.0 L) V8 engine rated at 370 hp, but some sources suggest it was also closer to 400 hp with optional Ram Air induction. Complete with competition suspension, oil cooler, staggered rear shocks, power front disc brakes, and heavy-duty springs. 0 - 60 mph in 7.7 seconds and quarter-mile in 15.8 seconds at 90 mph.

1968 Ford Torino GT 428 FE V8 Specs :- https://www.hotcars.com/highest-power-ford-torin-engine/#:~:text=Instead%2C%20Ford%20added%20a%20less,GT%20428%20FE%20V8%20Specs

4th from top:- 1969 Ford Mustang Boss 429. Officially rated at 375 hp, but likely closer to 475 hp or more and 450 lb-ft. of torque out of the 429 cu in (7.0 L) V8 with semi-hemispherical heads which Ford called "crescent". The Boss 429 was designed for NASCAR homologation and engine designed with Nascar Heavier Crank Shaft & Connecting Rods. The Mustang's body however was not wide enough to encompass the massive Boss 429 engine and as a result, Ford hired Kar Kraft out of Brighton, MI to modify existing 428 Cobra Jet and Super Cobra Jet Mach 1 Mustangs to properly fit the new Boss 429 engine.

It features a unique hood scoop, a chin spoiler, and optional rear spoiler and louvers. The interior included a top loader Hurst T-handle shifter. Only 859 units made in 1969 and auction prices have reached $1/2 a mil.

https://www.rmw.lv/car/en/mustang-boss-429-s-code-1969#:~:text=The%20cars%20were%20rated%20very,nothing%20has%20been%20actually%20proven.

5th and last:- 1970 Ford Torino Super Cobra with a 429 Super Cobra Jet engine. Difference from 1969 Ford Torino 428 Cobra Jet (3rd from top) engine lies in the engine itself and included features; 4-bolt main block & stronger block for better durability, forged pistons & stronger rods for enhanced performance & longevity, a larger, more aggressive mechanical camshaft for improved breathing & power, 780 CFM Carb: A larger 780 cfm Holley carburetor, header-style exhaust manifolds, an external oil cooler for better cooling & reliability & a Ram Air system for increased airflow and power & all these aided output in excess horsepower 425 (unofficially). To improve oomph, Super Cobra Jet often came with the optional Drag Pack, which included a stronger rear axle with higher gear ratios (like 3.91 or 4.30) and only 241 built with these specs.

[hold-fast-and-rise]

Unlocking the Secrets of Engine Health: Vacuum Tests Explained

Vacuum tests are among the most effective tools for diagnosing engine performance issues. By measuring the vacuum in the intake manifold, technicians gain valuable insights into engine health, pinpointing problems like compression, valve timing, ignition, or fuel delivery.

What Are Vacuum Tests?

A vacuum test measures the vacuum created by the pistons during their intake stroke. This reading reveals factors like compression, valve sealing, and ignition timing. Technicians use a vacuum gauge to connect to the intake manifold and observe the needle’s movement in inches of mercury (in. Hg).

How to Perform a Vacuum Test:

1. Prepare Engine: Get the engine to normal temperature.

2. Connect Gauge: Attach the vacuum gauge to the manifold.

3. Start Engine: Let it idle and observe the readings.

4. Record and Analyze: Note the readings and compare them with expected results.

What Do Vacuum Readings Reveal?

• Normal (17-22 in. Hg): Good engine condition.

• Low (below 17 in. Hg): Possible valve timing, ignition, or vacuum leaks.

• Fluctuating Needle: May indicate stuck/burned valves or uneven compression.

• Sharp Drop on Acceleration: Indicates a restricted exhaust system.

Common Issues Diagnosed:

• Stuck/Burned Valves

• Vacuum Leaks

• Compression Issues

• Exhaust Blockages

Conclusion:

Vacuum tests are an efficient, cost-effective method to diagnose engine issues. Whether you’re a professional or a DIY enthusiast, these tests offer quick and reliable insights into your engine’s performance.

[captain-price-unofficially]

A U.S. Navy Ryan FR-1 Fireball at the Naval Air Test Center Patuxent River, Maryland on 11 March 1945. A mixed-power (piston and jet-powered) aircraft, the Fireball was the Navy's first aircraft with a jet engine. Only 66 aircraft were built before Japan surrendered in August 1945. The FR-1 Fireball equipped a single squadron before the war's end, but did not see combat. The aircraft ultimately proved to lack the structural strength required for operations aboard aircraft carriers and was withdrawn in mid-1947.

[shiyorin]

I wish that you would write a fic where you and Perty spend some time together creating/engineering god machines.

Here you are. Actually I think it was 'Perty is building a machine and he thinks you're bothering him'

Perturabo scowled down at the machine taking shape under his hands. Countless hours spent crafting each girder and gear to exacting specifications, yet still it was not enough. There was always more to be done, more to improve, more deficiencies to root out and correct.

A noise behind drew his gaze, finding a solitary figure observing from the walk above. Perturabo sighed irritably as you followed close behind. Truly, was there no end to this creature's insolence? He had made it explicitly clear you were not welcome in his place. But here you were, barging in once more like you owned the place. Well, no matter. Soon your inevitable blunders would force him to eject you, like others. And if not… There were other means to remedy pests.

You nodded respectfully at being noticed, making no move to approach, a rare show of wisdom, in his view. Most would bombard him with pointless questions or fawning praise at this stage, hampering his work. But he sensed no such intentions from your gaze. Merely open curiosity as eyes traced each component with appreciative care. Studying, but passing no judgment. It was… tolerable, at least for now.

Ignoring you completely, Perturabo returned to his labors, focusing intently on welding a joint into place. He set about assembling components for his latest augmentation. Tools danced skillfully under his guidance as intricate mechanisms began taking shape.

You fell silent, observing with keen interest as joints and pistons slid neatly into place. Perturabo was grudgingly aware of your gaze tracing each minute motion, as if to unfold the creative process unfolding before steely eyes.

It was… disarming, to have such unfettered focus directed his way without demand or expectation. He scowled. What could a paper-pusher possibly comprehend of the ingenuity and graft involved in his works?

But a small, traitorous part inside relished the rapt attention nonetheless. To have one so near who saw his delicate work, it stirred echoes of gratification long thought dead. As if in that moment, his craft held all your fascination simply for its own merits, not his name or reputation. A novel experience, to say the least.

Perturabo redoubled efforts to focus on circuit splicing, mentally banishing such fanciful notions. This was no pleasure outing to indulge idle spectators. There were calculations to finalize and field tests to prepare for, not entertain petty curiosities.

A soft gasp drew his notice despite vows to ignore the interloper. You had moved closer, peering in awe at neatly bundled wiring coming to life under activation. Perturabo froze, hyperaware of her proximity yet loathe to break concentration and perfection almost achieved.

Time passed without remark as systems began integrating fully under his touch. You still watched without complaint or query.At last the final components locked into synchronization in a shuddering crescendo of sound and light. Perturabo straightened, surveying his handiwork with a critical eye. An imperfect machine, as always, he was not satisfied.

He turned then to find you regarding him with a small, knowing smile, as if this imperfect machine were an achievement through your own eyes. He blinked, taken aback by the acknowledgment in your eyes.

Caught off guard, Perturabo found words deserting as emotion welled unexpectedly. What did you want? His mouth moved, words emerging gently, at least he thought so.

"Would you like to know what this machine is?"

[motorspexx]

Chevrolet Corvette ZR1X - Full Tech Specs and Performance

This is the new 2026 Chevrolet Corvette ZR1X — the most extreme and technologically advanced Corvette ever built. Under the rear hatch is a hand-assembled 5.5-liter twin-turbocharged LT7 V8, producing a massive 1,064 horsepower and 828 pound-feet of torque. This flat-plane-crank engine revs to 8,000 rpm and uses a unique “maniturbo” design, where the exhaust manifold and turbo housing are combined into one compact unit. The result is lightning-fast spool, reduced lag, and brutal mid-range power.  At the front axle, an upgraded electric motor from the Corvette E-Ray adds another 186 horsepower and 145 pound-feet of torque. Combined system output is 1,250 horsepower, delivered through a fully electrified all-wheel-drive setup with torque vectoring for maximum grip and agility. Performance is hypercar-level. Zero to sixty takes under two seconds. The quarter-mile less than nine seconds at over 150 miles per hour. The front motor stays engaged up to 160 mph, then decouples to reduce drag and maximize top-end performance. Drivers can opt for two distinct chassis setups. The standard package uses Michelin Pilot Sport 4S tires and next-gen Magnetic Ride Control for street-focused balance. The ZTK track pack stiffens everything up, swaps in Michelin Cup 2R tires, and adds more aggressive aero calibration for serious cornering. Speaking of aero, the optional Carbon Aero package includes front dive planes, a hood extractor, underbody strakes, and a massive rear wing. Total downforce can reach up to 1,200 pounds, keeping the car planted even at triple-digit speeds. Carbon-ceramic rotors come standard — 16.5 inches up front with massive 10-piston calipers. In testing, the ZR1X pulled up to 1.9 g of deceleration when braking from 180 to 120 miles per hour. Built in Bowling Green with precision and performance in mind, the 2026 Corvette ZR1X is more than a supercar — it’s a declaration that America can build a hypercar.  2026 Chevrolet Corvette ZR1X – Technical Specifications Powertrain Engine Type: LT7 5.5L Twin-Turbocharged DOHC V8 Crankshaft: Flat-plane Engine Output: 1,064 hp @ 7,000 rpm Engine Torque: 828 lb-ft @ 6,000 rpm Turbochargers: Dual 76 mm turbos with integrated "maniturbo" housing and dynamic anti-lag Redline: 8,000 rpm Electric Motor (Front Axle): Output: 186 hp / 145 lb-ft Max Engagement Speed: 160 mph Configuration: Single motor, torque-vectoring capable Total System Output Combined Horsepower: 1,250 hp Combined Torque: Estimated over 950 lb-ft Drivetrain: Electrified All-Wheel Drive (eAWD) Transmission: 8-Speed Dual-Clutch Automatic Performance 0–60 mph: under 2.0 seconds (GM estimate) Quarter Mile: under 9.0 seconds @ more than 150 mph (GM estimate) Top Speed: Not officially released Max Deceleration: Up to 1.9 g from 180 to 120 mph Chassis & Suspension Platform: Mid-engine, aluminum space frame Suspension: Standard: Magnetic Ride Control with adaptive dampers Optional: ZTK Track Pack with stiffer springs and custom tuning Tires: Standard: Michelin Pilot Sport 4S ZTK Package: Michelin Pilot Cup 2R Steering: Electrically assisted, variable ratio Brakes Front: 16.5-inch Carbon-Ceramic Rotors with 10-piston Calipers Rear: Carbon-Ceramic Rotors with 6-piston Calipers Aerodynamics Standard Aero: Functional rear spoiler, underbody paneling Carbon Aero Package (Optional): Carbon fiber dive planes Hood extractor vent Underbody strakes High-mounted rear wing Max Downforce: Up to 1,200 lbs Dimensions (estimated) Length: \~182.3 in Width (w/mirrors): \~79.7 in Height: \~48.6 in Wheelbase: \~107.2 in Curb Weight: Not officially disclosed (expected \~3,900–4,000 lbs) Wheels Front: 20 x 10 in Rear: 21 x 13 in Construction: Lightweight forged aluminum (optional carbon fiber wheels) Production & Assembly Assembly Location: Bowling Green Assembly, Kentucky, USA Engine Hand-Built: Performance Build Center (same facility) Availability Launch: Expected late 2025 Price: To be announced

[frillyfacefins]

Solving Engineering Problems Fizzarolli-Style! (Ozzie/Fizzarolli)

Fandom: Helluva Boss Rating: Explicit Pairing: Ozzie/Fizzarolli Tags: Fisting, Weird genitals, Ozzie Receiving, Office Sex, using robot limbs for recreational purposes, post season 2 ep 7 Word Count: 2623

Also on AO3

Summary:

Ozzie has been working on a new kind of toy for ages and it Just. Won't. Work. Fizz might not know much about theoretical robotic engineering, but he knows that having an orgasm or two has never been a bad solution to any problem.

The problem hadn't been with the actuator, that much Ozzie had figured out by now. But that didn't really get him anywhere with this issue — he just kept ruling out any cause he came up with. If neither the actuator, the servo control nor the manipulator were working any different than he had modeled during the conception phase, then why didn't the joints retract in the way his original calculations had predicted?

He had no idea how long he had been working. When the door of his office suddenly opened, he could have sworn that he had only just sat down to redo his calculations with the new variables from the last prototype test cycle.

Fizz sprang at him like the little jack-in-the-box he was, landing on the edge of his desk with an acrobat's precision. "Heey, boss-man," he said, tilting his head in a way that made the small, silver bells on his hat jiggle. He was already in his PJs, so it had to be at least midnight, but he wasn't wearing the matching hat yet. He recognized the jingly hat as one Fizz had designed a while ago. With as many different kinds of artisans as Ozzie employed, both in the sex toy company and at the club, there was never a shortage of people who could turn any fashion idea Fizzy had into reality within a day or two.

If it would only be as easy to get this blasted prototype to work...

"Hey Froggy," he said with a sigh. He suddenly felt exhausted. He really had been here a whole while, hadn't he... But he couldn't imagine that he was going to be able to sleep before he had solved this issue.

Fizz let out a little imp purr and nuzzled Ozzie's arm, making the bells on it rub against his feathers and jingle gently. Ozzie sighed and put down the stylus he was using to work on his tablet, then he plucked Fizz off the edge of his desk and put him on his shoulder. Fizz chuckled and immediately nuzzled his goat head. "Hey there, big daddy..." he cooed. "Are you still working on that magic fist of yours?"

Ozzie turned his head so he could nuzzle his beak against Fizzarolli's belly. His nightshirt hadn't been washed in a while; he'd likely switch to a fresh one tomorrow, but Ozzie found the scent extremely comforting. It reminded him of waking up with his Fizzy by his side — the few times he managed to actually wake up before the alarm clock made Fizz jump out of bed as if somebody had lit his tail on fire and then come down from that jump with his latest annoying noise-maker. Those mornings were precious, not only because they were rare, and right now he wanted nothing more than to go to his bedroom with his Fizzy-frog and nuzzle against his warm, tiny body until he fell asleep...

But he knew himself too well to believe he could just leave his work undone until tomorrow.

"It works perfectly well during the first two sequences," he muttered against Fizzy's nightshirt. "It goes in without issues, the probing works fine, but when all five fingers are in and it's supposed to make a fist for the final part, the joints don't engage properly and then I've got a half-closed fist pistonning in and out of the model... At one point it even ripped part of the rubber column, which..." He made a face. "Not ideal for anybody who can theoretically die.”

Fizz held his own hand out and made a few variations on a fist, maybe to better imagine what Ozzie was talking about. Ozzie reached out to adjust his fingers in the exact position that gave him issues — knuckle joints properly bent, but the second joint only bending halfway, and the last one not at all. Fizz stared at his hand for a moment, then he started to move it up and down very fast, before he finally grinned. "Yeah, I can see that that wouldn't increase your customer retention rates."

He looked down at the diagrams and readouts in front of Ozzie. "How long have you been working on this now?"

Ozzie shrugged. "What time is it?"

Fizz nodded to the two uneaten trays of food standing on the sideboard below their couple portrait. Ozzie didn't need to eat and often didn't, but he still liked the regularity of having his meals at the same time every day. Usually his servants brought enough for two people, so Ozzie could eat with Fizz if his little lover had enough time on his robotic hands to have lunch or dinner together.

Fizzarolli had been occupying himself today, since he knew that Ozzie was working on a dicey problem, so Ozzie had just completely ignored both supper around late afternoon and dinner in the later evening. He must have come to his office around mid-afternoon, after trial round thirty-seven still hadn't shown any improvement, though he couldn't really remember exactly.

"The first shifts at the clubs are already over, so I decided to get in my jammies. You know how it is with Wednesdays."

Wednesdays were generally pretty slow, which didn't make a lot of sense since there was no such thing as a 'weekend' in hell.

After the whole dust-up with Mammon, Fizz had asked to take over more responsibility in Ozzie's businesses. He was a great MC, he'd done a general manager's tasks at Ozzie's before, and he was an extremely competent personal assistant, so Ozzie was happy to let him manage the rest of the clubs and bars Ozzie owned, both officially and unofficially. Of course Fizz was also still rep'ing Ozzie's Factory products, which meant a lot of photo shoots and media stuff, but that didn't seem to be quite enough for his energetic little energizer bunny. He had tried to "take it easy" for a little while after the contest, but he had quickly become restless. And hey, with how competent Fizz was in pretty much everything he put his mind to, Ozzie felt like he could trust him with taking over more responsibilities as his business partner.

Ozzie put one hand on Fizz' back so he could push him forward a little, giving him better access to nuzzle against his belly. "I wish I could come and cuddle up with you," he sighed, "but I really need to get this fucking thing to work..."

Fizz gave his head a little pat, then he let out a little humming noise. "You know... Maybe I could help you jog your noggin'..."

One of his hands started to travel down Ozzie's side, his arm stretching as it made its way to his thigh.

Ozzie sighed, though he did lean back a little and spread his thighs to give Fizz ready access. "Your robotics don't work the same way as this toy, babe. They're connected to your nervous system, after all."

He could feel Fizz shrug. "I could still take your mind off the problem, right?" His metallic, but warm fingers slipped under Ozzie's skirt and ran over the slip that kept his cock hidden. He mostly didn't give much thought to what shape he gave his genitals when he wasn't actively about to fuck somebody, but the whole retractable-penis thing some of Levi's people had going on was honestly more convenient than a pussy, especially since he didn't really care for underwear that didn't have the explicit purpose of being seen. When he was doing this kind of work, he usually just put on whatever was most comfortable, which was mostly a shirt, a skirt, and some nice stockings.

"I mean, I'm not going to say no," he said. The day he'd stop his little impy darling from giving him pleasure just because he needed to do paperwork would be the day he'd have to give up his role as the Sin of Lust, as far as he was concerned. He let out a deep sigh at the expert way Fizz fingered his slit open and then slowly coaxed his cock out. This kind of dick was softer than what he usually preferred, but it was also far more mobile. He let the nearly tentacle-like appendix curl around Fizz' fingers, using just a little bit of magic to make the smooth skin ooze with wetness.

Fizz chuckled. He had slung one arm around Ozzie's mane and was skillfully opening the buttons of his shirt with that hand, while his other one scooped up copious amounts of slick and moved them farther down to the second opening Ozzie's body had in this shape. The shape and physiology of this entrance was pretty close to a succubus' anus, more sensitive than that of an imp, but also somewhat more resilient and easier to stretch. Ozzie leaned back farther and then put one of his hooves on the table in front of him, so Fizz had easier access. Fizz fingered more and more slick into his hole, teasing the rim and finger-fucking him every once in a while before he went back to his oozing cock and slit to get more lube.

Taking all of Fizz' fist was not really a big deal for Ozzie, of course, but he still enjoyed getting fisted quite a lot. Depending on his own physical size, Fizzarolli's fist could be pleasantly filling or fun like a magic bullet. His hands did have a few special features that Ozzie had added to later models on Fizz' request, and while they wouldn't wreck havoc inside of him, he could at least count on a pretty intense orgasm.

Also, he just loved it when his little imp lover took the lead. He sighed with the pleasure that flowed from Fizz into him, feeding on his desire while he closed his eyes and just gave himself over to those clever robotic hands.

After a minute or two, Fizzarolli apparently judged his hole to be wet enough to continue. He nuzzled the side of his main head, purring softly as he pushed two fingers into Ozzie and scissored him open, which went pretty easily with all the slick helping him along and the second- and first-hand desire making Ozzie's body wonderfully relaxed.

"Have I ever told you how much I love the way you feel around my fingers, Ozz?" Fizzarolli whispered. "I love that you gave me those fingers, and that you went to the trouble to make them feel as much as they do... I love feeling the movement of your muscles run up my arm and how easy my fingers slide inside of you..."

He rubbed his head against Ozzie's while another two fingers found its way into Ozzie's open, inviting hole. Ozzie sighed, leaning back just a little farther and arranging both of his hooves on the desk. "You're so clever with those fingers, too," he rumbled. "Couldn't have asked for a better user... You're so creative with everything you do, nobody could use those limbs as well as you..."

Fizzarolli chucked and playfully pushed his thumb in between his other fingers. "Lifetime as a circus performer... I'm glad I get to use my flexibility for your pleasure, daddy~"

His knuckles were right at the entrance now, and Ozzie was finally feeling the pleasant stretch that he usually only got to enjoy when they were playing with toys. Ozzie closed his eyes with a sigh and gave himself over to the sensations around him, the thick, savory perfume of Fizzarolli's lust, the fine fragrance of Fizzarolli's sweat and the stronger scent of his own slick, the weight of Fizz on his shoulder and the hardness of his metal hand between his legs...

Fizz' free hand was rubbing through his slit, teasing the base of his cock, which kept trying to wrap around that playful hand. His other hand was now completely breaching Ozzie's entrance, his hand moving upward in the last position his fisting toy could do without issue. He could feel Fizz spreading his hand inside of him, rubbing over his inner walls. Ozzie started breathing harder, feeling his own body twitching every time Fizz found an especially nice spot.

"Hmm... You're squeezing me so tight," Fizz whispered. "I wonder if you could break a flesh hand with your cunt... Finger bones are such a delicate thing, aren't they?" He moved his hand to let the palm face Ozzie's front wall, his finger tips rubbing over Ozzie's sensitive nerves like a dream. He could feel himself becoming hotter and hotter — becoming more and more himself, without the complications of physical space.

He could feel Fizz grin against the spot he was nuzzling by the side of his head, and a millisecond later his fingers started to vibrate.

Ozzie thrust his hips upwards so hard that he would likely have dislodged Fizz if his little lover wasn't literally stuck inside of him. Fuck, that felt good... He had been resistant to add this feature, which was standard for the Robo-Fizzes, to Fizzarolli's own robot hands, since he had been afraid Fizz would feel like a toy for Ozzie. But Fizz had insisted, telling him that it wasn't just to make Ozzie feel good, but also to add to his own fun when they were playing, so he had finally relented.

And yeah, that had been a very, very good decision on his part.

He felt himself melt into pleasure with every up-and-down motion of Fizz' hand. When Fizz finally smacked his lips, whispered: "And now the grand finale" in his ear and then folded his hand into a fist, Ozzie let out a shout like a raging bull. Fizz had to clasp Ozzie's thigh with his free hand to keep his position despite his bucking, especially when he started to make his hand piston up and down Ozzie's hole like a jackhammer.

Ozzie came with a gush of liquid spilling out of his slid and his entire body glowing with pleasure. His shout had to be loud enough for the succubi in the offices far below this level of the tower to hear. He came in several waves, drenching the floor under his desk as well as a good portion of his chair.

Just when the last wave of his orgasm hit, the clouds in front of his eyes suddenly parted. Out of nowhere, he realized what the problem with his fisting toy was.

His eyes were open in a flash, and before Fizzarolli even had a chance to pull out of him, he put his hooves back on the ground, grabbed one of the blueprints and a pen and started to write like a man possessed.

"Ozzie... Hey, Ozzie!"

It took him several minutes to realize that Fizz was trying to get his attention. It was painful to stop writing, but he forced himself to and looked over at the imp on his shoulder.

"Yeah?" he asked, somewhat dazed.

Fizzarolli grinned. "Can I have my hand back?"

Ozzie looked down — sure enough, with his legs closed again, getting his hand out would be pretty difficult for Fizz.

But also he couldn't waste a second right now, or his idea would be gone before he had put it to paper.

"Would you mind just staying like this for a little while?" he asked. "I just had a breakthrough and I really need to write this down."

Fizz looked at him with surprise for a moment, then he let out a laugh and finally nodded. He arranged his free arm, which he had retracted by now, around Ozzie's mane, letting his bullhead lick off the sticky, cooling slick. "Sure, big daddy. After all, I couldn't imagine a more luxurious hand warmer."

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"So this is how you're getting your energy?"

"Only most of it. It wasn't really practical to expand the generator any bigger - we'd have had to knock through a few of the labs in H wing, and I'll be honest, there's really no other good place to clean up the fluids from 1109."

"What do you even use that stuff for?"

"It's very teratogenic."

"This thing makes an awful lot of noise."

"Pistons."

"So, how's it work?"

"The red gem here sorta... popped into existence. 8 years ago, it would've been. It vibrates at a constant rate."

"Don't see it vibrating."

"It's not really perceptible to the naked eye. But it's absolutely constant. That's the crucial bit. There is nothing that we know of that can make it stop."

"What about adamant, or dragonscale?"

"Last time we did that we nearly brought the Institute on our heads, and I'd rather not get unwound on a narrative level, so we won't be testing it again."

"That contagious?"

"Any cipher at this level's going to be."

"The machine."

"Right. I'm not an engineer, so I can't explain it to well. The way I heard it was a dancer analogy.

"A dancer spins, they have a certain amount of momentum. They extend their leg, they don't gain any - so they have to go slower. Else you'd have energy appearing out of nowhere, which doesn't normally happen.

"This little gem here is a dancer that doesn't go slower with an extended leg. So the longer that leg is, the more energy they have. The machine is a bionic leg-extender, and the reactor's a leg-energy-eater."

"Aren't you supposed to be a scientist?"

"I was given an education in history, actually."

"...Why would you need a historian here?"

"Are you aware of what a cipher is?"