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Telemetry Receiver from Digilogic Systems

Digilogic Systems Telemetry receiver design is highly flexible and provides comprehensive link support for satellite and flight test ground station applications in a fully integrated package. Digilogic Systems Telemetry Receiver design features FPGA based signal processing and software defined radio technology in the form of digital telemetry receivers, waveform & signal processors.

A variety of configurations (Single, Dual) and waveforms(AM, FM, PM, BPSK, QPSK & SOQPSK) are available with standard data rates from 40 Mbps down to 100 kbps. It also supports Automatic Gain Control, AM Tracking, Diversity Combining, Equalization, Demodulation of PCM-FM & SOQPSK-TG, Bit Synchronization, Frame Synchronization, LDPC and Convolutional Decoding, and Telemetry Over IP (TMoIP) as per IRIG Standard.

Digilogic Systems Telemetry Receiver system also has an in-built test signal generator, to test the performance of complete receiver chain without any external source. The system also provides access to down converted IF signals, Bit sync outputs, Data & Clock signals for analysis with any external systems. All these I/Os are available through connectors on rear side of the unit. As the system design is indigenous & FPGA based, any kind of customization needed towards any new modulation schemes can be incorporated in the system.

Contact us today to discuss your Telemetry Receiver requirements: website: https://www.digilogicsystems.com/ Phone: Hyderabad: (+91) 40 4547 4601 / 02 / 03 Bengaluru: (+91) 80 4975 6034 Email: info@digilogicsystems.com Locations: HEAD OFFICE

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Tech Breakdown: What Is a SuperNIC? Get the Inside Scoop!

The most recent development in the rapidly evolving digital realm is generative AI. A relatively new phrase, SuperNIC, is one of the revolutionary inventions that makes it feasible.

Describe a SuperNIC

On order to accelerate hyperscale AI workloads on Ethernet-based clouds, a new family of network accelerators called SuperNIC was created. With remote direct memory access (RDMA) over converged Ethernet (RoCE) technology, it offers extremely rapid network connectivity for GPU-to-GPU communication, with throughputs of up to 400Gb/s.

SuperNICs incorporate the following special qualities:

Ensuring that data packets are received and processed in the same sequence as they were originally delivered through high-speed packet reordering. This keeps the data flow’s sequential integrity intact.

In order to regulate and prevent congestion in AI networks, advanced congestion management uses network-aware algorithms and real-time telemetry data.

In AI cloud data centers, programmable computation on the input/output (I/O) channel facilitates network architecture adaptation and extension.

Low-profile, power-efficient architecture that effectively handles AI workloads under power-constrained budgets.

Optimization for full-stack AI, encompassing system software, communication libraries, application frameworks, networking, computing, and storage.

Recently, NVIDIA revealed the first SuperNIC in the world designed specifically for AI computing, built on the BlueField-3 networking architecture. It is a component of the NVIDIA Spectrum-X platform, which allows for smooth integration with the Ethernet switch system Spectrum-4.

The NVIDIA Spectrum-4 switch system and BlueField-3 SuperNIC work together to provide an accelerated computing fabric that is optimized for AI applications. Spectrum-X outperforms conventional Ethernet settings by continuously delivering high levels of network efficiency.

Yael Shenhav, vice president of DPU and NIC products at NVIDIA, stated, “In a world where AI is driving the next wave of technological innovation, the BlueField-3 SuperNIC is a vital cog in the machinery.” “SuperNICs are essential components for enabling the future of AI computing because they guarantee that your AI workloads are executed with efficiency and speed.”

The Changing Environment of Networking and AI

Large language models and generative AI are causing a seismic change in the area of artificial intelligence. These potent technologies have opened up new avenues and made it possible for computers to perform new functions.

GPU-accelerated computing plays a critical role in the development of AI by processing massive amounts of data, training huge AI models, and enabling real-time inference. While this increased computing capacity has created opportunities, Ethernet cloud networks have also been put to the test.

The internet’s foundational technology, traditional Ethernet, was designed to link loosely connected applications and provide wide compatibility. The complex computational requirements of contemporary AI workloads, which include quickly transferring large amounts of data, closely linked parallel processing, and unusual communication patterns all of which call for optimal network connectivity were not intended for it.

Basic network interface cards (NICs) were created with interoperability, universal data transfer, and general-purpose computing in mind. They were never intended to handle the special difficulties brought on by the high processing demands of AI applications.

The necessary characteristics and capabilities for effective data transmission, low latency, and the predictable performance required for AI activities are absent from standard NICs. In contrast, SuperNICs are designed specifically for contemporary AI workloads.

Benefits of SuperNICs in AI Computing Environments

Data processing units (DPUs) are capable of high throughput, low latency network connectivity, and many other sophisticated characteristics. DPUs have become more and more common in the field of cloud computing since its launch in 2020, mostly because of their ability to separate, speed up, and offload computation from data center hardware.

SuperNICs and DPUs both have many characteristics and functions in common, however SuperNICs are specially designed to speed up networks for artificial intelligence.

The performance of distributed AI training and inference communication flows is highly dependent on the availability of network capacity. Known for their elegant designs, SuperNICs scale better than DPUs and may provide an astounding 400Gb/s of network bandwidth per GPU.

When GPUs and SuperNICs are matched 1:1 in a system, AI workload efficiency may be greatly increased, resulting in higher productivity and better business outcomes.

SuperNICs are only intended to speed up networking for cloud computing with artificial intelligence. As a result, it uses less processing power than a DPU, which needs a lot of processing power to offload programs from a host CPU.

Less power usage results from the decreased computation needs, which is especially important in systems with up to eight SuperNICs.

One of the SuperNIC’s other unique selling points is its specialized AI networking capabilities. It provides optimal congestion control, adaptive routing, and out-of-order packet handling when tightly connected with an AI-optimized NVIDIA Spectrum-4 switch. Ethernet AI cloud settings are accelerated by these cutting-edge technologies.

Transforming cloud computing with AI

The NVIDIA BlueField-3 SuperNIC is essential for AI-ready infrastructure because of its many advantages.

Maximum efficiency for AI workloads: The BlueField-3 SuperNIC is perfect for AI workloads since it was designed specifically for network-intensive, massively parallel computing. It guarantees bottleneck-free, efficient operation of AI activities.

Performance that is consistent and predictable: The BlueField-3 SuperNIC makes sure that each job and tenant in multi-tenant data centers, where many jobs are executed concurrently, is isolated, predictable, and unaffected by other network operations.

Secure multi-tenant cloud infrastructure: Data centers that handle sensitive data place a high premium on security. High security levels are maintained by the BlueField-3 SuperNIC, allowing different tenants to cohabit with separate data and processing.

Broad network infrastructure: The BlueField-3 SuperNIC is very versatile and can be easily adjusted to meet a wide range of different network infrastructure requirements.

Wide compatibility with server manufacturers: The BlueField-3 SuperNIC integrates easily with the majority of enterprise-class servers without using an excessive amount of power in data centers.

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Position Description for Mercury Astronaut

Record Group 255: Records of the National Aeronautics and Space AdministrationSeries: Reference Files of the Special Assistant

[underline] SS - 6.3 [/underline] [Stamped: Space Task Group] B

NATIONAL AERONAUTICS AND SPACE ADMINISTRATION

1520 H STREET NORTHWEST

WASHINGTON 25, D.C.

TELEPHONE: EXecutive 3-3260, TW: WA 755

IN REPLY REFER TO -

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Lt. Paul P. Bennett, Jr.

BuPers - A3122

Arlington Annex, Rm. 2603

Washington 25, D. C.

Dear Lt. Bennett:

In accordance with our telephone conversation of June 15 the following is a resume of the position description for the Mercury Astronauts.

[underline] Position Title [/underline]: Mercury Astronaut

[underline] Duties [/underline]: Participates in indoctrination, developmental research, and pre-flight training programs under conditions simulating flight profiles of the type expected to be encountered with Project Mercury. Operates and/or observes fixed-base and moving-base simulator tests, serves as subject-under-test, and assists in the analysis of data for the evaluation and development of various boosters and of communication telemetry, display, vehicle-contol, envirornmental-control and other systems involved in launch, atmospheric escape, orbital flight, re-entry, landing and recovery. Participates in specialized training exercises such as centrifuge programs to build up tolerances to motions and forces associated with launch, flight without gravity, and atmospheric reentry, and to develop proficiency and confidence for vehicle operation under such conditions.

Sincerely yours,

/s/

Clotaire Wood

Technical Assistant to the Deputy Administrator

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Red bull’s announcement of keeping Sergio is just an afterthought to all of the xenophobic and downright cruel remarks that he has had to deal with in dealing with a car that is not to both driver’s standard.

It benefitted the team to have rumors and talks about replacing the driver because it eclipsed the fact that the car was not equipped to deal with the circuits beyond china. It was a fact that Max and the team did everything and more to pull as much from the car including sacrificing Checo’s qualifying laps to give Max a tow so he could get pole.

The team used the hate that checo received to cover their own blunders each race weekend.

They used his telemetry and his data in order to help max retain the lead in the championship but never spoke a word to defend him.

Other than being just wrong of them to do so, it’s unprofessional and negligent.

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Logos and Pathos (AOS Edition) Chapter Four

AOS! Spock x Empath! Reader

Chapter Four: Ship in Distress

Summary: The Enterprise arrives at Vulcan to find their ships destroyed and a Romulan wants negotiations.

            “Spock,” greeted (Y/N) as they took their spot next to him.

            “(Y/N),” said Spock, nodding to him.

            “Welcome back, Commander, Lieutenant,” said Pike to them.

            “Hello, Captain,” said (Y/N), smiling.

            “Captain,” greeted Spock. “Engineering reports ready for launch.”

            “Thank you.” Pike looked around the bridge. “Ladies and gentlemen, the maiden of our newest flagship deserves more pomp and circumstance than we can afford today. A christening will just have to be our reward for a safe return. Carry on.” He sat down and pressed the comms button. “All decks, this is Captain Pike, prepare for immediate departure.” He stopped the announcement. “Helm, thrusters.”

            “Moorings retracted, Captain,” said Sulu. “Dock reports ready. Thrusters, fired. Separating from Spacedock. The ship’s ready for warp.”

            “Set course for Vulcan,” said Pike.

            “Aye, aye, Captain. Course laid in,” said Sulu.

            “Maximum warp. Punch it,” said Pike.

            Sulu pressed a button, but the ship sputtered in a failed attempt to fly forward. All heads turned to Sulu, and (Y/N) tilted their head in confusion.

            “Lieutenant, where is Helmsman McKenna?” asked Pike.

            “He has lungworm, sir. He couldn’t report to his post,” said Sulu as he fiddled with the controls. “I’m Hikaru Sulu.”

            “And you are a pilot, right?” said Pike.

            “Uh, very much so, sir. I’m, uh, not sure what’s wrong,” said Sulu.

            “Is the parking brake on?” suggested Pike, amused.

            “Uh, no, I’ll figure it out. I’m, just, uh…” Sulu trailed off.

            “Have you disengaged the external inertial dampener?” asked Pike.

            Silence. Sulu sheepishly pressed a few buttons and cleared his throat. “Ready for warp, sir.”

            “Let’s punch it,” said Pike.

            This time, the Enterprise leapt into motion and moved to warp speed quickly.

            “Engines at maximum warp, Captain,” said Sulu, turning around to face Pike.

            “Russian whiz kid, what’s your name?” said Pike. “Chankov? Cherpov?”

            “Ensign Chekov, Pavel Andreievich, sir,” said Chekov.

            One of Uhura’s friends, thought (Y/N).

            Their friend had told them about him and his skills. Even if he was a bit awkward at times, he was a hard worker and intelligent. Having him on the Enterprise would be helpful.

            “Fine, Chekov, Pavel Andreievich. Begin a ship-wide mission broadcast,” said Pike. He leaned back.

            “Yes, sir, happy to,” said Chekov. “Ensign authorization code 9-5-Wictor-Wictor-2.”

            “Authorization not recognized,” said the computer due to Chekov’s accent.

            “Ensign authorization code 9-5-Victor-Victor-2,” forced Chekov. Access was granted, and he could begin his broadcast. “May I have your attention, please? At 2200 hours, telemetry detected an anomaly in the Neutral Zone. What appeared to be a lightning storm in space. Soon after, Starfleet received a distress signal from Vulcan High Command that their planet was experiencing seismic activity. Our mission is to assess the condition of Vulcan and assist in evacuations if necessary. We should be arriving at Vulcan within three minutes. Thank you for your time.”

            Pike leaned back and focused on the viewing screen. “Lightning storm…Are those typical for Vulcan?”

            “Not particularly, and not to the degree to warrant a distress call,” said Spock.

            “And earthquakes?” asked (Y/N).

            “The same issue. This is unprecedented,” said Spock.

            Bam!

            “Captain!”

            (Y/N) and Spock’s heads whipped around to stare at the swollen face of Kirk. He stood on the bridge in non-regulation attire, which wasn’t surprising since he was on academic suspension and not supposed to even be on a ship. Bones and Uhura trailed behind him, having tried to catch him before he burst onto the bridge.

            “Jim, no!” snapped Bones, trying to grab him.

            “Captain Pike, we have to stop the ship!” said Kirk.

            “Kirk, how the hell did you get on board the Enterprise,” said Pike.

            “Captain, this man’s under the influence of a severe reaction of a Melveran flea vaccine, completely—” began Bones.

            “Bones, Bones,” said Kirk, trying to dodge his needles.

            “—Delusional. I take full responsibility,” said Bones.

            “Vulcan is not experiencing a natural disaster. It’s being attacked by Romulans,” said Kirk firmly.

            “Romulans?” Pike groaned. “Cadet Kirk, I think you’ve had enough attention for one day. McCoy, take him back to medical, we’ll have words later.”

            “Aye, Captain,” said Bones.

            “Look, sir, that same anomaly—” Bones tried to drag Kirk back.

            “Mister Kirk,” said Pike, narrowing his eyes.

            “Mister Kirk is not cleared to be aboard this vessel,” said Spock, stepping in officially.

            “Look, I get it, you’re a great orator,” said Kirk, rolling his eyes at Spock. “I’d love to do it again some time.”

            “I’ll remove the Cadet,” said Spock.

            “Try it! This Cadet is trying to save the bridge,” said Kirk.

            “By recommending a full-stop mid-warp during a rescue mission?” said Spock. To his own home.

            “It’s not a rescue mission, it’s an attack,” said Kirk firmly.

            (Y/N) touched his arm. They wanted to hear Kirk out. There was nothing but pure firm ferocity in his aura. Nothing seemed to be indicating lying…It concerned (Y/N).

            “What are your facts, Kirk?” asked (Y/N).

            Kirk turned to them, and relief at someone hearing them out flashed through them. “That same anomaly, a lightning storm in space that we saw today, also occurred on the day of my birth.” His gaze turned solemn. “Before a Romulan ship attacked the U.S.S. Kelvin.” He looked at Pike. “You know that, sir, I read your dissertation. That ship which had formidable and advanced weaponry was never seen or heard from again. The Kelvin attack took place on the edge of Klingon space, and at twenty-three hundred hours last night, there was an attack. Forty-seven Klingon warbirds destroyed by a Romulan, sir. It was reported that the Romulans were in one ship, one massive ship.”

            His logic was sound, and even if he didn’t end up being right, there was nothing indicating deception. Kirk was being absolutely serious and trying to be helpful. (Y/N) was inclined to believe that he had a point.

            “That is a similar situation,” murmured (Y/N).

            “How do you know about that Klingon attack?” demanded Pike.

            “Sir, I intercepted and translated the message myself,” said Uhura, stepping up. “Kirk’s report is accurate.”

            “We’re warping into a trap, sir. The Romulans are waiting for us, I promise you that,” said Kirk.

            “He doesn’t appear to be lying, and Uhura’s reports are unmatched due to her expertise in xenolinguistics,” said (Y/N).

            Spock’s jaw tense as he considered what could be happening at Vulcan. “The Cadets’ logic is sound. We would be wise to consider our options.”

            Pike nodded. “Scan Vulcan space, check for transmissions in Romulan.”

            “Sir, I’m not sure I can distinguish the Romulan language from Vulcan,” said a lieutenant.

            “(L/N), will you step in?” sighed Pike.

            “Sir, I’d prefer to remain free to monitor any other issues,” said (Y/N). They gestured to Uhura and smiled. “Cadet Uhura speaks Romulan excellently. She can handle it; I’m sure.”

            “Can you, Cadet?” said Pike. He trusted (Y/N)’s judgement, but he wanted to know that Uhura had the confidence to do her duty well.

            “I speak all three dialects, sir,” said Uhura, raising her chin.

            “Uhura, relieve the lieutenant,” said Pike.

            “Yes, sir.” Uhura instantly sat down and put on the earbuds to scan the channels.

            “Hannity, hail the U.S.S. Truman,” ordered Pike.

            “All the other ships are out of warp, sir, and have arrived at Vulcan, but we seem to have lost contact,” said Hannity.

            (Y/N) and Spock exchanged a look. That shouldn’t have happened if it was just a natural disaster.

            “Sir, I pick up no Romulan transmission or transmission of any kind in the area,” said Uhura, and (Y/N) frowned as worry flashed through her aura and moved into Pike’s as he furrowed his brow.

            “It’s because they’re being attacked,” said Kirk firmly.

            “Shields up, red alert,” ordered Pike.

            “Arrival at Vulcan in five seconds,” said Sulu as the red alert went up. “Four…three…two—”

            The Enterprise jerked as it came out of warp and was immediately in a cloud of debris.

            “Evasive action!” commanded Pike.

            The Enterprise dove to the side to avoid the remnants of the other starships. Several officers were thrown from their seats, and (Y/N) gripped their station tightly. Spock reached out subconsciously and gripped their arm to steady them.

            A horrifying thought appeared in (Y/N)’s mind. The Enterprise was only intact because it had arrived late. If there hadn’t been the problem before warp, they would have arrived and been ambushed in an instant. If they had been on time, they would be dead debris floating endlessly in space.

            “Damage report,” said Pike as the Enterprise cleared the greatest heaps of debris.

            “Deflector shields holding,” reported an officer.

            “All stations, report. Engineer Olson, report.” While he waited for reports to be sent in, he looked at the bridge crew. “Full reverse, come about starboard ninety degrees, drop us underneath and…”

            Pike trailed off as the screen’s view of the stars was blocked. A large, hulking, squid-like ship moved through space towards them. It overshadowed everything, and its maw was wide and foreboding, like a shark waiting for unsuspecting prey to swim in and be bit to pieces.

            (Y/N) stared in shock. They had never seen any ship like that, not even schematics for something so…huge.

            “Captain, they’re locking torpedoes,” alerted Spock, turning around in his seat.

            “Avert auxiliary power from port nacelles to forward shields,” said Pike.

            Several torpedoes fired and slammed into the hull of the Enterprise. The starship shook, but it didn’t break.

            “Sulu, status report,” said Pike.

            “Shields at thirty-two percent,” said Sulu grimly. “Several decks badly hit.”

            People will be injured or dead, thought (Y/N), heart sinking.

            “Their weapons are powerful, sir. We can’t take another hit like that,” said Sulu.

            “Get me Starfleet Command, (L/N),” said Pike.

            “Captain, the Romulan ship has lowered some kind of high energy pulse device into Vulcan atmosphere,” said (Y/N). “The signal is blocking communications.”

            Pike gritted his teeth, and (Y/N) felt the heat of his frustration. However, he kept a clear head and handled the situation to the best of his ability. “All power to forward shields. Prepare to fire all weapons.”

            “Captain,” said (Y/N), spinning around in their chair in surprise and alarm. “We’re being hailed.”

            Pike nodded tensely.

            On the viewing screen, the face of a tattooed Romulan appeared. (Y/N) felt everyone’s emotions take a darker turn for the negative, but they stared calmly at the person. They refused to let any of their apprehension show.

            “Hello,” he said plainly.

            “I’m Captain Christopher Pike,” said Pike, trying to take control. “To whom am I speaking.”

            “Hi, Christopher. I’m Nero,” replied the Romulan.

            “You’ve declared war against the Federation. Withdraw. I’ll arrange a conference with Romulan leadership at a neutral location,” said Pike.

            “I do not speak for the Empire,” said Nero. He narrowed his eyes as they passed over the bridge crew. “We stand apart, as does your Vulcan crewmember. Isn’t that right, Spock? Or perhaps your Celian officer would answer, correct, (L/N)?”

            Everyone’s gaze flicked to Spock and (Y/N), who looked at each other. They hadn’t anticipated being singled out.

            “Pardon me, I do not believe that you are acquainted with us,” said Spock, quirking an eyebrow as he stood. He moved between the screen and (Y/N) slightly.

            “No. We’re not,” said Nero. “Not yet.” His lip curled. “Spock…there’s something I would like you to see.” Spock furrowed his brow, but Nero addressed Pike again before he could ask any questions. “Captain Pike, your transporter has been disabled. As you can see by the rest of your armada, you have no choice. You will man a shuttle, come aboard the Narada, for negotiations. That is all.” The viewing screen cut off and left the crew alone.

            “He’ll kill you. You know that,” said Kirk, staring at Pike.

            “This is a trap,” said (Y/N).

            “Your survival is unlikely,” said Spock.

            “Captain, we gain nothing by diplomacy,” said Kirk.

            “Going to that ship is going to be futile,” agreed (Y/N).

            “I, too, agree. You should rethink your strategy,” said (Y/N).

            All three stared at Pike, a united front. Pike was undeterred, though.

            “I understand that.” But he turned away. “I need officers who have been trained in advanced hand-to-hand combat.”

            “I have training, sir,” said Sulu.

            “Come with me,” said Pike. “Kirk, you too. You’re not supposed to be here, anyway. Chekov, you have the conn.”

            “Aye, aye, Captain,” said Chekov.

            Pike headed off the bridge with Sulu and Kirk. (Y/N) and Spock only had to exchange a glance before following. They wouldn’t let Pike leave without knowing he had something in mind.

            Pike led the way to Engineering and motioned for Engineer Olson to join the small group he’d created.

            “Without transporters, we can’t beam off the ship, we can’t assist Vulcan, we can’t do our job,” he said gravely. “Mister Kirk, Mister Sulu, and Engineer Olson will space-jump from the shuttler. You will land on that machine they lowered into the atmosphere that’s scrambling our gear. You’ll get inside. You’ll disable it. Then, you’ll beam back to the ship.” The group nodded, and Pike looked at Spock. “Mister Spock, I’m leaving you in command of the Enterprise. Once we have transport capabilities, communications will be back up. (L/N), you’ll contact Starfleet and report what the hell’s going on here.” Spock and (Y/N) nodded. “And if all else fails, fall back and rendezvous with the fleet in the Laurentian system.” His eyes went to Kirk. “Kirk, I’m promoting you to First Officer.”

            Shock rippled through the group, even Kirk himself.

            “What?”

            “Captain, please, I apologize, but the complexities of human pranks escape me,” said Spock, furrowing his brow slightly.

            “It’s not a prank, Spock. And I’m not the Captain, you are.” Pike gazed at Spock for a moment as the facts settled in. Then, he blinked and nodded to the three men he’d gathered. “Let’s go.”

            “What happens to you, sir, when we knock out that drill? Nero will know it’s an act of hostility, and you’ll be stuck with him,” said (Y/N).

            “I guess you’ll have to come and get me,” said Pike. He smiled at Spock in wry amusement. “Careful with the ship, Spock. She’s brand new.”

            Spock nodded curtly, and (Y/N) just stood beside him, tense. Neither approved of Pike’s plan, but they knew there was no other option at this point to try to stay alive and help Vulcan. Pike turned and headed towards a shuttle. He stepped in, and the door closed.

            It was done. The plan was set.

            “Well,” said (Y/N). They straightened and faced Olson, Sulu, and Kirk. “It’s time to follow his orders.” Their gaze went to Spock. “Ready?”

            He nodded. “I’m ready.”

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Descent To Jupiter - December 8th, 1995.

"At about 5:00 pm EST (22:00 GMT) December 7th, 1995, Galileo's descent probe slammed into Jupiter's atmosphere. Above is an artist's vision of the probe's planned descent from a dramatic perspective. The protective aeroshell, still glowing from the fiery entry, is seen falling away, the 8 foot parachute has deployed, and the orbiter (upper left) is visible high above the cloud tops, listening intently to the probe's data transmissions. As illustrated, the probe may have encountered lightning, or at lower levels even water rain. Ultimately, the probe was expected to be vaporised by the intense heat deep below the clouds. NASA controllers received telemetry signals from the orbiter, indicating that it had recorded the probe's transmissions and had subsequently successfully fired its rocket engine entering orbit around Jupiter. The first playback of the recorded data to ground stations on Earth was scheduled for December 10th-13th, 1995."

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Digital Telemetry Receiver

Digital Telemetry receiver is a key element in the modern-day engineering world, which excels at full flexibility and versatility that support satcom systems, and critical applications. This system is based on an advanced design that allows the use of resources of field programmable gate arrays (FPGA) and software-defined radios (SDR) in the processing of signals. These systems are telemetry receivers, waveform processors, and signal processors which can work together very well as they are also very versatile and high-performance designs in the aerospace, defense, automotive, and manufacturing industries.

The core of the Digital Telemetry Receiver design is flexibility. This versatility does not represent just a feature but a fundamental aspect that ensures that they can be deployed in a multitude of environments with complex telemetry demands. Whether navigating data from thousands of miles away through satellites or getting critical info from right down on ground level, digital telemetry receivers always provide good and reliable data and results.

What is the Digital Telemetry Receiver?

The telemetry receiver is the high-performance electronic hardware instrument required for data transmission and interpretation in SD and flight environments e.g. in satellite and ground station applications. Its task is to ensure data integrity and adaptability through the seamless functionality of the system and provide an integrated solution for data acquisition systems and analysis.

As core elements of telemetry receiver design, FPGA-based signal processing, and software-defined radio (SDR) technology are employed for digital telemetry reception, waveform processing, and signal analysis.

The indigenous and FPGA-based design assists in seamless configuration to incorporate new modulation schemes and remains compatible with the evolving telemetry standards and requirements. The telemetry receiver represents a high-level solution for real-time data acquisition, processing, and analysis in mission-critical tasks.

What are the key components of a Digilogic’s digital telemetry receiver?

The Digilogic digital telemetry receiver has FPGA-based signal processing units, radio transmission software, signal processors as well as Automatic Gain Controller (AGC) modules. These devices support the configurable use options for single and dual formats and the waveform for (AM, FM, PM, BPSK, QPSK, SOQPSK) with standard data. This data can be transferred by star data rate range 40 Mbps down to 100 kbps. Also, there is AM tracking, diversity combining, equalization, PCM-FM & SOQPSK-TG demodulation, bit and frame synchronization, LDPC and CC decoding as well as TMoIP according to MIL-STD-188-220B.

In addition, digital telemetry receivers made by Digilogic Systems have a striker that is inbuilt as a performance test generator without the need for external sources. These are the components that enable the design which include the provision of the inputs of the down-converted IF signal, Bit sync output, and Data & Clock signals of the properties that can be analyzed with external systems through the rear-side connectors. It is the FPGA-based systems that lie at the core of these devices and that enable them to achieve customization for any new modulation scheme with ease thus making them suitable for the changing demands of telemetry reception and reception and processing.

What functionalities does a Digilogic’s digital telemetry receiver support?

Digilogic Systems receivers support the following functionalities: Automatic Gain Control, AM Tracking, Diversity Combining, Equalization, Demodulation of many waveforms, Bit Synchronization, Frame Synchronization, LDPC and Convolutional coding, and Telemetry Over IP. Digilogic’s digital telemetry receiver delivers high performance driven by its abundance of features that cater to the standing needs of satellite and flight test ground station applications. Conventionally, it allows for various types of configurations such as Single and Duplicate and formats like AM, FM, PM, BPSK, QPSK, and SOQPSK with wide data rates from 40 Mbps to 100 kbps.

What configurations and waveforms are available in Digiloigc’s digital telemetry receivers?

Digilogic's digital telemetry receivers can configure digital telemetry in different waveforms as a result offer a better solution to diverse telemetry requirements. These configurations include a single-dual scheme for which we give flexibility to the designers and deployers on system design and set-up. These configurations extend through a multitude of waveforms including AM (Amplitude Modulation), FM (Frequency Modulation), PM (Phase Modulation), BPSK (Binary Phase Shift Keying), QPSK (Quadrature Phase Shift Keying), and SOQPSK (Sequential Quadrature Phase Shift Keying).

How does a Digilogic's digital telemetry receiver facilitate testing and analysis?

Digilogic's digital telemetry receiver has all the properties needed for its sophisticated testing and analysis, due to the advanced feature and the flexible design. Primarily, its signal processing unit which is FPGA-based yields high efficiency in processing complex signals of telemetry in real-time mode, making it possible for more in-depth analysis. Software Defined Radio (SDR) makes it quicker to adjust the signals, and it also can be applied in different signal modulation methods, thus, it is beneficial in different applications.

Product Features:

Dual Channel RF (S-band) and IF Receiver   

Data rates up to 40 Mbps

Eye pattern diagram

Spectrum Display

I/Q constellation diagram

Trellis Detection for improved performance

Diversity Combiner and Equalizer

Convolutional and LDPC Decoding

Decryption, Frame Synchronization

AFC, AM Demodulation for Tracking

Telemetry over IP (TMoIP ) Support

Supports display over ethernet

Customizable for various other modulation schemes and data rates

Applications of Digilogic’s Digital Telemetry Receiver:

Telemetry Tracking and Reception: The Digilogic’s Digital Telemetry Receiver, is an excellent choice for tracking, and receiving telemetry data from various sources. These sources include aerospace, defense, automotive vehicles, and manufacturing industries. 

Aircraft and UAVs Flight Testing: As far as telemetry is concerned, the telemetry receiving antenna is one of the primary tools utilized in the aviation sector and autonomous aircraft. This data represents the crucial flight attributes of altitude, speed, engine parameters, and readings from sensors that give engineers and operators the ability to evaluate and predict aircraft performance and safety.

Low Earth Orbit (LEO) Satellite Tracking and Data Reception: From the point of view of those who need satellite communication and tracking systems, a Digilogic Telemetry Receiver offers them advanced telemetry data receiving capabilities from Low Earth Orbit (LEO) satellites. It assures the support of multiple waveforms and configurations as this equipment could be used for satellite guidance, data receipt, and link analysis.

Conclusion:

Digital Telemetry Receiver of Digilogic Systems ranges beyond other similar devices in terms of tracing telemetry information and UAV flight or testing, or in satellite tracking while in Low Earth Orbit (LEO). Using FPGA for signal processing, SDR technology, device configuration, and multiple waveforms, it offers efficient radio transmission and data processing. 

The availability of Automatic Gain Control, a signal generator built-in, and the capacity to access diverse signals for analysis are indispensable features of the device which makes it very similar to a real oscilloscope. Overall, Digilogic's telemetry receiver emerges as a strong and flexible platform for the most demanding telemetry applications from the areas of aerospace, defense, automotive, and manufacturing industries.

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[bagog]

N7 Month, 2023 - Day 21: Omni-tool

Continuing Mshenko drabbles in the Shepard museum.

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More people were milling about in the Shepard Exhibit. The Reaper War wing was the reason most people came to visit the Alliance Military History Museum, and the museum knew it. The architecture of the place basically bent the crowds toward the popular wing, and the exhibits themselves were designed to facilitate those crowds and still offer each visitor an experience that felt personal.

“Do you suppose when this exhibit travels, every museum it goes too is gonna be this big?” Kaidan whispered.

“…this exhibit travels?” Shepard turned his head, eyes wide but brow heavy, looking at Kaidan overtop his sunglasses.

“Yes,” Kaidan snorted. “It’s been in the Smithsonian, Pathanaxx Provincial, the British Museum…”

“I thought it lived here,” Shepard’s expression was growing stony. “It at least makes sense here. What’s my armor doing hanging in a salarian natural history museum?”

“Attracting visitors by the millions,” Kaidan hissed conspiratorially, turning Shepard by the shoulders to show him how many people were now, at this very moment, gawking at his armor.

“This couldn’t feel any stranger.”

“I’ll take that bet, look over here,” Kaidan took his hand and led him to a wall of alcoves. Before Shepard could read the plaque, his audio-tour began to speak.

“Essential to every soldier, the omni-tool has seen use on the frontier and the front-lines for almost a decade. Commander Shepard’s omni-tool would have not only have been by his side day-to-day (from sending and logging comm signals, to processing messages, to reminding the Commander his schedule), but also on the battle field modifying his arsenal.

In these alcoves, you can access a copy of Commander Shepard’s authentic omni-tool. Fee free to scroll through the battle data taken during every battle of the Reaper War in which Commander Shepard took part. Listen to the famous comms recordings that signaled the turn of the tide in real time! ‘Spectre Access Granted’ to read the messages from the Council during the Citadel Coup! See what mods Shepard used to win the war!

Due to high traffic, we ask that you please keep your experience with the Commander Shepard Omni-Tool installation to a maximum of ten minutes.”

Shepard didn’t even respond, casting a side-eye towards Kaidan, who may or may not have noticed it before dragging Shepard toward one of the alcoves. Still ahead of the morning’s traffic, it wasn’t hard for them to find an unoccupied alcove. There was a cylindrical, rigid sleeve mounted tastefully on a pedestal within the enclosure, a sign indicating you should put your arm through the sleeve.

“Well?” Kaidan said, smiling/

“’Well’ what?” Shepard scoffed. “You’re the one who wanted to come in here.”

“It’s gotta be you, c’mon!”

Shepard rolled his eyes, but put his arm through the cylinder. A familiar orange haptic interface of an omni-tool glittered to life around his forearm. It was tastefully dim inside the alcove, and Kaidan removed his dark glasses to huddle closer to the interface.

“Well, it looks like my old home screen…” Shepard tapped interface and called up the menu.

“Look,” Kaidan pointed gingerly. There was writing on the home screen, dimmer orange than the rest, nestled in one corner.

Commander Shepard’s omni-tool was destroyed in the Crucible explosion, this recreation is an imprint of that omni-tool from several days before the battle of London.

“How about that?” Kaidan grinned. “What imprint are they talking about, I wonder?”

“Cronos Station? EDI would have backed up all ship networks before the battle with the Cerberus Fleet.” Shepard scrolled through the data logs. There was a log of all comms he’d received in the last six months of the war, there was telemetry data on various battlefields, maps coded in from planets where Shepard’s war effort had taken him. An idea struck him, “I think I have something to show you, actually.”

“Oh?”

Shepard quickly navigated to his notes page, finding the way surprisingly familiar, given he hadn’t touched the interface in years.

His notes page was blank.

“Hmm,” Shepard frowned. “I… I guess they didn’t transfer everything.”

“You gotta figure they’d go through and at least remove all the top-secret and personal stuff, huh?”

“I guess so…”

“What is it you were hoping to find?”

“A letter I wrote to you. I could’ve sworn I typed it out on my omni-tool before Cronos Station.” He looked up at Kaidan, “I thought I lost my chance to give it to you when the Crucible went off. Was just me talking about how I feel about you.”

Kaidan smiled, a warmth in his eyes. His voice was rich and deep when he finally spoke. “That’s… that’s really sweet, Shepard.” He leaned forward and they kissed above the orange glow. “Guess they couldn’t leave a love note in a museum exhibit.”

“I didn’t ever think I’d see that letter again and now that I can’t get it back, I’m upset.” He slipped his arm out of the haptic display and it disappeared. Before he could exit the alcove, Kaidan took his elbow. Kaidan put his own arm into the sleeve and the interface reappeared.

“Here’s how I know how you feel about me,” Kaidan said softly. It took him seconds to get the hang of Shepard’s home screen and quickly find the data he was looking for. “Look,”

“What is that?” Shepard stared, numbers, names…

“Hardsuit data from your fire team, based on mission. Look:” Kaidan let the screen scroll. ‘K. Alenko’ was at the top of the hardsuit data list for every encounter of the late war. “I was with you the whole time. Look, I’m all over, here!” He used both hands to gently take Shepard’s face inside his raised hood, with the haptic interface dimmed, he stared at Shepard. “And I will always be here. With you. I knew how you felt about me then, and I know now.”

Shepard didn’t know what to say, so he let Kaidan kiss him deeply.

“ExCUSE me!” Came the trilling alto of a young salarian voice. Kaidan and Shepard leapt apart and fumbled for their dark glasses. “If you’re just going to use the kiosks to make-out, please try not to stay past the time limit, hmmmmmm?”

They made hasty apologies and slinked out of the alcove.

[discar]

HZD Terraforming Base-001 Text Communications Network

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ForgeLordAleMaster: SO ALOY, HOW'S SAN FRANCISCO?

FlameHairSavior: Uh, fine, so far. Haven't found the Quen yet.

FlameHairSavior: Where did this come from?

Marshall Kotallo: Zo and Varl are having an argument. I, too, would welcome a distraction.

FlameHairSavior: It's a beautiful area, but there's not really much to talk about. The local Tallneck got stranded in the water.

Marshall Kotallo: Surprising. Those machines are very difficult to so much as inconvenience.

β: probably have major error correction and pathing protocols since theyre central to every other machine in the region

β: and wouldnt one made near the water know to avoid falling in the water

FlameHairSavior: There were some strange currents around it. I think it might have fallen from somewhere else and drifted to where I found it. It's hard to tell what happened?

ForgeLordAleMaster: KOTALLO, ARE THERE ANY TENAKTH IN THE AREA? MAYBE THEY HUNTED IT FOR SOME REASON.

Marshall Kotallo: Not that I know of. As I'm sure you know, no one hunts Tallnecks. And if they did manage to bring such a beast down, they would have spread the story far and wide.

ForgeLordAleMaster: YEAH, THAT MAKES SENSE.

FlameHairSavior: One second, found the Quen.

ForgeLordAleMaster: PUNCH OUT THE BIGGEST ONE, THAT WILL MAKE THE REST RESPECT YOU.

FlameHairSavior: Hush.

----

FlameHairSavior: Well, the Quen found Thebes, and they're willing to help me get inside.

ForgeLordAleMaster: YOU THEIR HERO YET?

FlameHairSavior: No.

FlameHairSavior: Yes. A little.

β: of course

FlameHairSavior: They've elevated a bunch of the Old Ones as gods. I'm not sure to what extent, but EVERYONE in this camp recognizes me as Elisabet Sobeck. It's weird.

Marshall Kotallo: I wonder how they would react to you and Beta at the same time.

ADMIN [GAIA]: I believe you should know that Beta just locked the doors to her quarters.

Marshall Kotallo: Ah. I apologize. I did not mean to offend.

β: its fine im just going to stay here in the dark forever

FlameHairSavior: Can you please not break her further while I'm busy?

FlameHairSavior: I'll be right back, I have to kill a daemonic thunderjaw.

ForgeLordAleMaster: WAIT, WHAT?

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FlameHairSavior: Thunderjaw dealt with, got more detail.

FlameHairSavior: Good news: Bypassed the door into Thebes. It won't open for anyone but Ted Faro, but I found a tunnel and opened it from the other side.

FlameHairSavior: Bad news: The leader of the expedition thinks he's Ted Faro reborn.

FlameHairSavior: And yes, he thinks that's a good thing.

Zo: Wait, what? How does any of that make sense?

β: oh good shes back

FlameHairSavior: I'm pretty sure it doesn't, in the context of their religion. Every time he opens his mouth, Alva winces.

FlameHairSavior: He made me wear clothes modeled after Elisabet's, so I kind of want to kill him for that alone.

ForgeLordAleMaster: SHOULDN'T YOU OUTRANK HIM OR SOMETHING?

FlameHairSavior: Out of date Focuses mean

FlameHairSavior: Dammit dammit corruptors

Zo: Did you say corruptors? As in the Faro machines?

ADMIN [GAIA]: Visual telemetry indicates that Ted Faro left behind two active FAS-ACA3 Scarab units to guard Thebes. These units were shut down and not connected to any network, and therefore did not receive the shutdown signal.

HIMBO: Everybody just stop texting and let her FIGHT

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FlameHairSavior: Ted Faro was working on immortality.

HIMBO: Oh, All-Mother's eyes.

Zo: I would prefer literally anyone be immortal besides that man.

ForgeLordAleMaster: IF YOU DO HAVE TO KILL HIM, BE SURE TO RECORD IT.

β: but how even far zenith had a lot of trouble and they had a lot more people working on it

FlameHairSavior: He had some genius scientist in his base. Along with his... harem.

β: science requires peer review one man will inevitably find himself making mistakes and assumptions that lead him down incorrect or at least unproductive paths

β: also what is a harem

FlameHairSavior: Zo, why don't you handle that one?

Zo: I'm busy making dinner.

HIMBO: What? No you're not.

Zo: Yes. I am.

FlameHairSavior: Also Faro put off switches in people's head and was killing them one by one.

Marshall Kotallo: ...I have a feeling I don't want more detail.

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FlameHairSavior: Faro's alive, kind of, one second things are weird.

ForgeLordAleMaster: KICK HIM IN THE BALLS.

FlameHairSavior: The Ceo's here. Need to make sure he doesn't make everything worse.

Marshall Kotallo: Dare I ask how he would do that?

FlameHairSavior: Dammit he made everything worse.

Zo: What happened?

FlameHairSavior: Deadman switch.

FlameHairSavior: Everything is on fire.

HIMBO: Just get out of there!

FlameHairSavior: WHY ARE THEY STILL SHOOTING AT ME.

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FlameHairSavior: Okay, Alva and I are out.

HIMBO: Thank the All-Mother.

FlameHairSavior: Uh-oh, Bohai.

Marshall Kotallo: You have not mentioned anyone of that name before.

FlameHairSavior: Priest guy, one minute, might have to kill people.

Zo: I am disturbed that I find that statement perfectly reasonable.

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FlameHairSavior: Huh, managed to get out of there without killing anyone else.

HIMBO: Did you get the Omega Override?

ForgeLordAleMaster: DID YOU KICK FARO IN THE BALLS?

FlameHairSavior: Yes to the first one, no to the second. Faro was... not really human by this point.

Zo: But he was still alive?

FlameHairSavior: Horribly alive. The Ceo killed him, and that triggered a reactor meltdown because Faro had it built that way on purpose.

FlameHairSavior: Anyway, Alva will be staying at the base with us. Varl, help her get settled in.

HIMBO: Will do.

ForgeLordAleMaster: SO FARO'S DEAD NOW, RIGHT?

FlameHairSavior: Absolutely dead. Buried in his own survival bunker.

ForgeLordAleMaster: WHICH IS HIS GRAVE, BASICALLY.

FlameHairSavior: Yeah, I guess.

ForgeLordAleMaster: ARE YOU GONNA PISS ON IT?

FlameHairSavior: …

ForgeLordAleMaster: PLEASE?

FlameHairSavior: I'm thinking about it.

Zo: Please don't urinate anywhere.

Marshall Kotallo: If nothing else, I would assume he is buried too deeply for the symbolic gesture to be truly meaningful.

β: also if i have the reactor identified correctly there shouldnt be much left but a smear of carbon ash of ted faro

β: or his harem

β: which still no one has explained

FlameHairSavior: Sorry, busy with this boat!

Zo: Still busy with dinner!

HIMBO: Busy helping Zo with dinner!

ForgeLordAleMaster: MAKING NEW STRIKE PIECES.

Marshall Kotallo: I will not lie; I simply don't want to have this talk.

β: i have unresrected

β: i have unristricted access to a dictionary now i can just look it up

β: unrestricted

FlameHairSavior: [WhenItsTheEndOfALongDayAndTheCustomer.png]

FlameHairSavior: We'll talk when I get back.

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[coochiequeens]

This article is from last year but since I posted about detransitioners earlier this week I think this is relevant

Testosterone Therapy in a Transgender Male Patient as a cause of Acute Ischemic Stroke (P2-5.011)

Christina Tan, Lauren Kim Sing, Ron Danziger, Alex Aw, Chae Kim, Stephen Avila, Vilakshan Alambyan, Angud Mehdi, Michael Gezalian, Maranatha Ayodele, and Shahed ToossiAuthors Info & Affiliations

April 25, 2023 issue

Objective:

To share an intriguing case of a young transgender male patient receiving testosterone therapy who developed locked-in syndrome due to an acute ischemic stroke and to highlight potential risk factors for stroke in the LGBTQI+ community

Background:

There are many studies identifying risk factors for stroke in racially and ethnically diverse populations. However, there is little existing data for stroke risk factors in the LGBTQI+ community. Prior research has shown testosterone therapy in cis-gender men with initially low levels of testosterone increases the risk of stroke, especially in the first 2 years of use1. While testosterone therapy has been shown to increase the risk of venous thrombosis, its role in arterial thrombosis is unclear2. A proposed mechanism for thrombosis with testosterone replacement includes erythrocytosis, but the potential contribution of an independent pro-coagulant effect is yet to be determined3.

Design/Methods:

Literature review and case report.

Results:

An otherwise healthy 23-year-old transgender male on one year of testosterone therapy presented in an obtunded state. Examination revealed complete quadriplegia with sparing of vertical eye movements, consistent with locked-in syndrome. Imaging revealed complete occlusion of the basilar artery with distal reconstitution at the superior cerebellar arteries, and a large bilateral ischemic infarct of the pons. Computed tomography angiography did not demonstrate other large vessel disease or structural vascular abnormalities. Unfortunately, the patient was out of the time window for any acute stroke interventions. A hypercoagulable workup was performed but results were unrevealing and hematocrit was normal. Further investigation with transthoracic echocardiogram, transesophageal echocardiogram, and telemetry were negative for thrombus, patent foramen ovale, and atrial fibrillation.

Conclusions:

Acute ischemic stroke may be an under recognized complication of testosterone therapy in transgender males independent of degree of erythrocytosis. Further research is needed to establish a safety profile of testosterone therapy in this understudied population.

Disclosure: Dr. Tan has nothing to disclose. Mrs. Kim Sing has nothing to disclose. Dr. Danziger has nothing to disclose. Mr. AW has nothing to disclose. Dr. Kim has nothing to disclose. Dr. Avila has nothing to disclose. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Teleflex. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Natera. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Labcorp. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Veracyte. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Vicarious Surgical. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Unity Biotechnology. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Scynexis. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Stryker. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Eli Lilly. Dr. Alambyan has stock in DaVita. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Invitae. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Pfizer. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Bristol-Myers Squibb. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Johnson and Johnson. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Merck. Dr. Alambyan has stock in Medtronic. Dr. Alambyan has stock in AbbVie. The institution of Dr. Alambyan has received research support from Albert Einstein Healthcare Network. Dr. Mehdi has nothing to disclose. Dr. Gezalian has nothing to disclose. Dr. Ayodele has nothing to disclose. Dr. Toossi has nothing to disclose.

[vitasmp]

If I had a Heart

Closed starter for the one who heals the heart @mptsukiko

He hadn't felt well, but had gone to work anyway. He had barely eaten breakfast nor had much to drink outside of his morning coffee. It was late in the afternoon when he felt it, the familiar sudden pounding of his heart as the rate began to slow...and slow...and slow with the occasional irregular skip. Lightheadedness, tunnel vision, the walls of the room swirled in slow eddies--he knew the warning signs of neurocardiogenic syncope. So did his smart watch, which beeped an alarm as his heart rate dropped below 40 beats per minute. Immediately, he tucked the documents safely away in their cubby, grabbed his coat and messenger bag, folded them together and used them as a cushion for his head as he quickly lie upon the floor, his knees bent. Unfortunately, this did not stop the slip into unconsciousness, but at least he would not fall and hurt himself. A passerby noticed this peculiar activity along with the beeping watch, grew concerned by how ashen he appeared, and asked if he was all right--but he did not answer. He couldn't. Paramedics were called. His med alert bracelet gave them enough information and he was promptly transported to Asclepius General along with his things.

When he finally awoke, Vitas did not recognize the room, but he did recognize the smell. Clean, bleach, chemicals, Latex--typical hospital smells. Headache. Nausea. Dark eye(s) searched his surroundings, noting the slight blurriness of his vision. Now where were his glasses? But just as he lifted his hand to feel around for them, he noticed a slight tug on his left arm, prompting a turn of his head to look. Oh, an IV. Figured. He clicked his tongue once and shifted his attention to the telemetry monitor, squinting a bit to read the vitals. Hypothermic, sure, he knew that--that was not new, explained the warm saline he was receiving--blood pressure was...definitely more hypotensive than usual...and bradycardic to boot. Well, would you look at that? At least his heart was still beating.

[republicsecurity]

Are you Ready?

With the positive stimuli reverberating through their consciousness, the recruits marched in disciplined unison towards the classroom.

The recruits, guided by their HUDs, marched in unison toward the classroom, the rhythmic clatter of their armored boots echoing through the sterile corridors. The HUDs deliberately introduced disorientation, recalibrating the recruits' sense of direction and spatial awareness. As they navigated the labyrinthine facility, the digital overlays on their visors flickered with dynamic arrows, constantly changing the perceived layout.

The recruits found themselves relying entirely on the visual cues provided by the HUD, each step a calculated response to the shifting information. The facility's architecture became an abstract puzzle, the familiar transformed into an enigmatic landscape. The instructors, observing from a distance, monitored the recruits' adaptability to the controlled disorientation, a subtle test of their reliance on the technology that bound them.

The recruits, their armored boots echoing in the clinical corridors, found themselves trapped in a seemingly endless loop of sterile hallways. The HUD, their guiding light, played tricks on their perception, leading them in circles, past familiar points that should have long been left behind.

The architectural monotony of the facility became a psychological challenge, a test of patience and adaptability. A five-minute walk stretched into an elongated 30-minute march, disorienting and perplexing the recruits. The instructors, hidden behind the scenes, observed the recruits' responses through the suit telemetry and AI reports.

The recruits entered the classroom, their armored boots echoing in unison as they marched to their assigned armrest chairs. Each chair, a sophisticated piece of technology, featured docking ports designed to seamlessly connect with the waste management system of the suits. The chairs, resembling a fusion of ergonomic design and utilitarian efficiency, were the recruits' designated stations for both comfort and maintenance.

As the recruits settled into their chairs, there was a symphony of clicks and hisses as the docking clamps engaged, securing the suits in place. The connection initiated a dual process – the waste management system efficiently extracted bodily waste from the recruits, ensuring hygiene and convenience, while simultaneously replenishing the suits with necessary resources.

The recruits, confined to their armrest chairs, received the subtle yet unmistakable message in their HUD. A glyph, an enigmatic symbol on their visors, indicated that their motor control had been disabled. They found themselves in a state of temporary immobility, unable to stand or move their bodies.

The instructors entered the room, their armored presence casting an imposing shadow over the recruits. The recruits, though physically restricted, could still move their heads and arms within the confines of their chairs. It was a deliberate imposition, a strategic choice made by the instructors to emphasize control and dependency.

Instructor KO10T addressed the recruits with a measured tone, "Today marks a pivotal moment in your training, as we delve into the intricacies of employing lethal force. This matter was broached prior to your Basic Medical Training, and it warrants reiteration now. By the tenets of the prevailing legal framework, you possess the prerogative to raise objections to this facet of your instruction. The law, in its unwavering language, affords you the right to dissent."

The recruits, their heads slightly turned within their armored restraints, absorbed the words. Instructor 6DG05, stationed nearby, scrutinized the telemetry data, monitoring the recruits' physiological responses to the legal discourse.

KO10T continued, the atmosphere in the room tense and charged with the weight of the impending instruction.

KO10T: "By law, you retain the right to voice your objection to this particular aspect of your training. However, understand that this objection may impact the both your individual development and your standing within the paramedic corps."

Instructor KO10T continued, acknowledging the unique status of the recruits as conscripts, "Let it be known that, as conscripts, you are safeguarded by the provision that precludes compelling individuals to act against the dictates of their conscience. The machinery of the law respects this fundamental tenet. If any among you harbors objections based on conscientious grounds, now is the moment to articulate them."

Instructor KO10T's voice resonated through the helmets, a blend of authority and a peculiar sort of empathy.

"We'll initiate a playback now, a stark reminder of the gravity of the path you tread. This is no casual matter. Once the video concludes, each of you will have a designated interval to reflect on your choice. This decision, my dear recruits, is the compass that will guide your actions in the field. It is not to be taken lightly."

The HUD flickered, and the recruits were immersed in a grim visual narrative, an unsettling portrayal of the use of deadly force in the line of duty. As the scenes unfolded, each recruit grappled with the weight of their imminent decision, aware that the path ahead demanded a conscious commitment to actions that could not be undone.

6DG05 monitored the recruits' physiological responses, assessing the impact of the video on their emotional and mental states. The telemetry data displayed a spectrum of reactions — heightened heart rates, increased perspiration, and various neural responses.

"KO10T," 6DG05 called out, "I'm observing diverse reactions. Some are displaying expected stress responses, while others seem more composed. It's intriguing to witness the distinct ways in which their minds grapple with the ethical complexities."

H2U8M's visor dimmed to black, cutting off the visual stimuli, leaving him alone with his thoughts and the voice of Instructor KO10T echoing in his helmet.

"In this designated interval, you are urged to reflect on your choice," KO10T's voice resonated through the confined space of the helmet, creating an intimate connection between the instructor's words and H2U8M's consciousness.

As the silence enveloped him, H2U8M's mind raced through the moral labyrinth that the video had presented. The weight of the decision pressed against the walls of his consciousness. In the solitude within the suit, he grappled with the ethical considerations of employing deadly force.

The distant hum of machinery and the rhythmic sound of his own breath became the backdrop for his contemplation. The stark reality of his role as a tactical paramedic unfolded in his mind — the responsibility to protect, the obligation to save lives, and the potential necessity to wield force.

The minutes passed, each tick of the clock echoing in the stillness of his thoughts. The neural conditioning, the sensory isolation, and the weight of the decision all converged within the confines of the suit.

Finally, as the designated interval drew to a close, KO10T's voice returned, breaking the silence that had enveloped H2U8M's consciousness. The visor slowly illuminated, revealing the training room once again.

"In front of you is a menu," KO10T's voice accompanied the digital interface. "This is your opportunity to express your consent or objection. Navigate through the options and make your choice."

The menu presented a series of questions and statements, seeking H2U8M's affirmation or dissent. The cursor responded to his mental commands as he moved through the selections. Each click of the cursor felt like a weighted decision, an acknowledgment of the path he was willing to tread in his role as a tactical paramedic.

KO10T's voice guided the process, a constant reminder that this was more than a mere formality. It was a pivotal moment, an assertion of his personal stance in the face of the moral challenges inherent in their line of work.

With each selection, H2U8M felt a sense of agency, a reaffirmation of his autonomy within the confines of the suit. The act of navigating the menu was more than a technical procedure; it was a declaration of his willingness to engage with the complexities of his duty.

As he confirmed his choices, the menu dissolved, and the HUD returned to its standard display.

The HUD blinked into emptiness, leaving H2U8M in a momentary void. The digital canvas that had been filled with choices and reflections now reverted to a stark blankness. In the absence of prompts, he was left alone with his thoughts, the residue of his decisions lingering in the virtual silence.

Meanwhile, 6DG05 diligently monitored the recruits' responses, the streams of data converging into a comprehensive analysis. As the feedback reached him, he relayed the information to KO10T, the exchange a seamless coordination between instructor and overseer. The report confirmed what they had anticipated – no fundamental rejections, no dissent that would impede the progression of the training.

"KO10T," 6DG05's voice echoed through the communication channels. "All recruits have navigated the menu without fundamental objections. We can proceed with the next phase of training."

The confirmation was met with a measured nod from KO10T. The recruits, their HUDs now darkened, awaited the next set of instructions.

he HUD burst into life once more, a canvas of digital information painting the next phase of their training. Lessons unfurled across the recruits' visors, delving into the intricacies of the standard rifle used within the paramedic corps. The virtual display detailed the specifications, components, and maintenance protocols of the small arms that would become an extension of their tactical paramedic identity.

In the dimly lit classroom, the recruits were ensconced in the glow of their HUDs, absorbing the wealth of information transmitted directly into their field of vision. The instructor's voice, modulated by the AI to convey a perfect blend of authority and guidance, accompanied the visual feast of knowledge. Each nugget of information etched itself into their minds, forming a mental arsenal to complement the physicality of the suits they wore.

The lesson on small arms unfolded like a meticulously crafted narrative, where the line between weapon and tool blurred in the context of their duties.

[dasenergi]

Voyager 2, which left Earth nearly 46 years ago, stopped receiving or transmitting communications in July, when controllers accidentally sent a command that shifted its antenna 2 degrees away from Earth.

“We shouted 12.3 billion miles into interstellar space, instructing it to turn its antenna back to Earth, and after 37 hours, we found out it worked!”

NASA said its highest-powered transmitter at NASA’s huge dish Deep Space Network facility in the Australian capital, Canberra, “sent the equivalent of an interstellar ‘shout’” to Voyager 2 — a round-trip communication that required some 18.5 hours each way, for the command to reach the probe and to hear back.

“The spacecraft began returning science and telemetry data, indicating it is operating normally and that it remains on its expected trajectory.”

https://www.washingtonpost.com/technology/2023/08/05/nasa-voyager2-contact-interstellar-shout/

[pactargent]

/Receiving after-action telemetry. Forward Action Group - 12, 21, 25, battlecruiser DEFYING HOPE in command./

/Confirming data. Uploading combat record to - Stratagem Division - for review./

/Notifying Naval Command Council. Reevaluating fleet operations across - Wano Theatre./

/Deployment of - CHARON’S PRIDE - pending assessment./