#tensor field generator

[fushitoru]

worth the wait a nerdjo fic

pairing ⸺ nerd/academic rival/rich boy!gojo x reader

summary ⸺ you abhor your academic rival, satoru gojo. he's a cocky asshole that you fight with constantly for the spot at first place. but when you finally discover what's underneath all those lame sweaters of his with a once in a blue moon visit at the gym (spoiler alert: he's not a scrawny nerd), you'll be fighting your severe attraction to the man who makes your life a bit harder. and maybe fall in love with him, too, in the process.

warnings ⸺ smut, f recieving oral, praise, he makes you beg for it lol, p i v sex, making out, angst if you squint, a lot of fluff, college AU, nerd!gojo, reader gets insecure sometimes and is treated horribly by her discord mod TA/research advisor, typical misogyny/sexism in STEM fields, but gojo defends her!!!, sleeper build gojo with a happy trail because im a slut, the good old pining and yearning i like. art by @/deltapork

a/n thank u to all my beta readers for editing part of this for me :3 happy valentines day!!!

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You blink at your paper.

98.

You suppose you should be happy—it’s a graduate level physics class, anyways. For a moment, you stare at the red markings of the TA that graded it, as if willing an error in the one problem you made a mistake on could make it go away. 

2+2=5.

You exhaled sharply, almost fighting back tears. You’d think you could avoid simple arithmetic mistakes, but apparently doing tensor products comes easier than simple addition to you. Shoving your backpack on your chair, you stuff in your laptop and the test haphazardly, not caring that it’s going to get messed and crumpled up in your backpack after your folders and binders jostle around. Fuck that test.

You wouldn’t normally act as if the test had personally wronged you—trust, you were not going to get that heated were it any class. But because of this one class, one person, you knew it was coming. The inevitable.

"Better luck next time." The voice, drenched in smug satisfaction, slithered through the air behind you, his voice and demeanor like a slimy, slimy snake. 

Your jaw tightened, but you forced yourself to remain calm as you turned around. And there he was—Gojo Satoru, the bane of your existence, a plague upon your academic record, a walking, talking statistical anomaly who somehow managed to be both infuriatingly brilliant and aggressively insufferable.

He leaned against the desk beside yours, glasses sliding down just enough to reveal the glint of those ridiculously blue eyes. He crosses his arms while they’re covered in that ridiculous, ugly sweater he’s wearing—he’s probably going for the old money aesthetic, but he doesn’t need to know he gives off more “finance bro that helps billionaires evade taxes,” or whatever finance bros do.

“I have no clue what you’re talking about,” you sniff, pretending to act nonchalant while you grab your backpack, swinging it roughly on your shoulder like it was the weight of your grievances against him.

"The test." Gojo unfolded a crisp sheet of paper with the kind of theatrical flourish reserved for revealing royal decrees. A perfect 100, circled in bold red ink.

Your stomach twisted. This is what those two points meant. Two stupid, meaningless, soul-crushing, rage-inducing points.

"Guess that makes it… what, five to three this semester?" He tapped his chin, pretending to count, as if the score wasn’t already seared into your brain like an irreversible branding. "My lead, obviously. But hey, if you ever need tutoring, I could always squeeze you in."

You bite the inside of your cheek in frustration. “I wouldn’t want to impose on the time for any of your hobbies. After all, when will you get the time to watch anime? My 5000 Year Old Girlfriend is Stuck in a Twelve Year Old’s Body, was it?”

He presses a hand to his chest in mock hurt, as if your words had truly pierced him through his chest. “Tut, tut. After all this time, I’d think you’d have my anime preferences memorized since you’re so obsessed with me. It’s Digimon, not whatever pedophilic shit you think I jerk off too.” He pauses, and then his voice drops into a conspiratorial whisper. “But you know Fred, the grad student TA that holds recitation every Wednesday? I just know he’s probably a Discord mod of a server that sends, like, daily tentacle porn. I wouldn’t be surprised if he’s on the Megan's law registry either.”

Now, you have to hold back your smile because Gojo has a point. Fred is not just any TA. Fred is the grad student that mentors you on a research project; the program’s super selective, so when you realized you got him, you couldn’t just back out and give up the opportunity. However, Fred isn’t just a weird–-he’s sooo handsy with his greasy ass hands, so you accept any and all Fred slander. Because he’s your research advisor, you can’t wait to finish the project any faster. He probably would be into underage girls, but you don’t need to express your approval to Gojo, or worst of all, let him think he’s funny. God knows that would get into his head. “Yea, yea. Whatever. Anyways, I hope you have fun with your Pokemon—”

“Digimon.”

“—or whatever. I’m leaving. Some of us have things to do. Later, Gojo.”

You turned on your heel, lest Gojo hook you in with another taunt. 

Maybe you needed to blow off some steam, if you’re allowing yourself to lose to Gojo. 

Worst of all, it’s become a streak, like two times in a row—one on this quiz, and the other on the midterm a few weeks back. Your mind goes back to the last women in STEM recruiting event you had went to, and, how, in the middle of taking a bite of the delicious margherita pizza they offered, you registered that the woman in the panel had insisted that what helped her power through her PhD and dickwad supervisors was by exercising. Her fervor over pilates could almost qualify as a cult pitch, but it made you pause at the moment. Before you continued to further engorge yourself on the food offered on the charcuterie board. 

But maybe it was time to hone your focus in, and some sweaty endorphins might help you get just that. 

You’re not really surprised the demographic at your university’s gym looks like the way it does. After all, not only was it renowned for its academics (from all the nepo babies like Gojo whose families donated buildings and had like four generations of alumnus), but it was also a Division I school. So not only was the gym packed but it was packed with men.

As you walked in the hallway towards the room that contained weight machines, gym bag slung over your shoulder, you eyed the glistening backs of the (D1, mind you) men’s swim team through the glass that separated your path and the swimming pool. 

Wow, those Speedos really hugged their asses. You imagined Gojo in one, and almost snorted. Rich boy nerd Satoru definitely didn’t  learn how to swim; his family’s mansion probably had a twenty year old personal lifeguard that Gojo lost his virginity to, or something. Regardless, he would squint in his silly swim goggles, the exact antithesis of sex appeal while his glow-in-the-dark eyes lit up the pool while he stroked, cheeks puffed like a pufferfish.

Regardless, the smell of testosterone that hits you when you enter the weight area is almost nauseating, and, if you’re honest, a little intimidating. You’re not exactly the fittest of people, so you quickly speed walk past the grunting and sweaty men at the squat machines and barbells, avoiding eye contact and praying furiously that none of them perceive you.

 When you reach the dumbbell stands, you hunch over, taking random light weights. Then, you pretend you know what you’re doing while jumping every so slightly whenever anyone comes in six foot distance of you. It’s only when another girl comes in to grab a weight (and when she bends over, you definitely ogle her ass in a way that would get you slapped if you were a man) that your gaze removes itself from where it was focused on the 2.5 lb dumbbell you were previously bicep curling with. To see him.

The glint of ivory hair is unmistakable—you’ve basically gotten off to the fantasy of razoring it off in his sleep. His blue eyes are bored, pretty boy face framed in glasses. Now, he’s giving teenage boy turned to Andrew Tate after a breakup. Black sweatshirt and sweatpants that are too small, because they cling to his legs in a form-defining way. He’s walking over, hands in his pockets, to a barbell station. Slaps some guys on the shoulder as he goes through, gets a lot of daps. 

Which is weird to you, because you only the Gojo inside your physics class, not outside. He’s a fucking nerd—a loser that spends his time beefing with you, so why is he so popular when he gives you the time of day?

There are three dimensions to gaining alpha status, or whatever they call male popularity. You have to be 1) rich, 2) really physically fit, or 3) just really charismatic. Considering that Gojo—in all his clothing—-looks like a twink moreso than ripped gym bro, it’s definitely not dimension two. So you conclude that it’s because he’s rich and probably throws yacht parties so these ripped guys don’t push him into a locker, or something.

When he finally reaches his destination, you smirk to yourself. With that scrawny build underneath all those loose sweaters, you know he’s only going to be able to lift the bar, no plates. After all, he was warming up. insulting Gojo in countless of ways by taking jabs at his physique mentally, so you barely register that he’s grabbing for the hem of his sweatshirt, peeling it up—

To reveal his bare torso.

Your first thought: Wow, he has huge bazonkas.

That has easily got to be one of the most built physiques you’ve seen at your college so far. His pectorals basically pop out out of his torso as he moves to grab plates. First, he grabs a really big plate—you’re not a gym expert, so you wouldn’t know the weight—and stacks it. And stacks another. And another. And another, until you’re sure it’s definitely more than your bodyweight.

As you’re staring at him in awe, your 2.5 lb dumbbells hang limply by your sides, abandoning all pretense of training to openly gawk at the clench of his biceps, the sweat rolling down his temple, and the set of his jaw as he stares holes into the bar. And by the way there’s heat creeping up your cheeks you realize one thing:

You’re screwed.

“You know what?”

You keep your eyes on your notes firmly, refusing to look at Gojo sitting right next to you. You don’t know why he always chooses to sit next to you on recitation, really—it’s not like you’re receptive to his company. After all, he could be doing other things—like metaphorically sucking a TA’s dick by talking about their research, where Gojo probably knows more about the TA’s research than they do themselves. 

From your periphery, you notice Gojo pouting, then scooting his chair (dragging it, so it makes a god awful screeching noise against the floor tiles that has you cringing) until he’s so close that he slings an arm on the back of your chair and leans in closer and closer. You’re fighting to keep your eyes on your notes, face heating up traitorously until you feel his breath fan across your neck because he’s just so close.

“Rude, ignoring me. Look where that got you.” He then points to a problem on your paper, one you were currently working on. “You’re doing that wrong.”

You finally turn to glare at him, but he’s closer than you anticipated, his face just inches from yours. His grin is all sharp edges and knowing amusement, and it makes your stomach flip in a way you refuse to acknowledge.

“I’m not doing it wrong,” you argue, despite the creeping suspicion that, okay, maybe you did mess up somewhere.

“Oh, really?” Gojo drawls, tilting his head slightly. “Then why is your integral off by a factor of two?”

Your eyes snap back to your notes, scanning through the equations—and, dammit, he’s right.

You huff, begrudgingly erasing the mistake. “Whatever.”

“You know, you should really be thanking me,” Gojo muses, still leaning way too close for comfort. “If I weren’t here, who knows how many mistakes you’d make?”

“She’d have me,” comes a greasy voice, and you have to fight the tears in your eyes that arise when Fred (the aforementioned pedophilic TA and your research advisor) comes, his moldy cheese stench following him as he takes a seat from across you and Gojo. You grudgingly turn your face away from where it was so close to Gojo’s to look at him and sigh inwardly. At least Gojo’s face was prettier to look at.

“Hi, Fred,” you smile tightly, willing him to go away. “We’re good here, so you can help out other students—”

“How was your weekend?” He instead replies, and you wince. Stealing a quick glance at Gojo, it seems that his jaw and posture are uncharacteristically tense. 

“Lot of work for the class and for, uh, our research,” you respond, nodding and averting your gaze to your paper and feigning working on a problem so that he would get the hint.

Fred, unfortunately, does not get the hint. Instead, he leans forward, elbows on the table, eyes too focused on you. “You really ought to take breaks, you know. You can give me the code late. Someone as cute as you shouldn’t stress so much. You’ll get wrinkles.”

Your fingers tighten around your pencil, your skin crawling at the way his tone veers into something too familiar, too patronizing. You open your mouth to give a clipped response, but Gojo beats you to it.

“Oh? Didn’t know you were an expert on skincare, Fred,” Gojo drawls, his voice deceptively light. His arm, which was still resting on the back of your chair, shifts just slightly—not quite pulling you in, but making his presence more noticeable. “Though, if we’re giving out advice, maybe you should take your own. I mean, stress must be rough on you too, right? All those late nights grading papers, staring at screens. Takes a toll.”

Fred bristles, but Gojo just smiles lazily, pushing up his glasses as he tilts his head. “Actually, you know what? Maybe we should all focus on our own business. Like, say, teaching, instead of weirdly hovering over students. Crazy thought, huh?”

You swear you see the muscle in Fred’s jaw twitch, but he forces out an awkward chuckle, shifting uncomfortably. “Right, right. Just looking out for her.”

“Don’t worry,” Gojo interrupts smoothly, now fully leaning into your space, his arm draping a little lower behind your chair, “I think she’s got plenty of people looking out for her already.” His voice is soft, but there’s an undeniable edge beneath the words.

Fred lingers for a second too long, but finally, he mutters something about helping another student and stands, walking off with an air of forced nonchalance.

You let out a breath you hadn’t realized you were holding, slumping slightly in your seat. Gojo hums beside you, his fingers tapping idly against the back of your chair.

“You’re welcome, by the way,” he teases, but there’s something in his tone that’s softer than usual. He then makes a show of stretching, raising his arms. His sweater rides up a bit, exposing his lower abs and peeks of white that has you averting your gaze, the heat creeping up at his proximity once again. Then, his arm back on your chair. Weirdly, you find that you don’t mind it.

You sigh, resigned. You’ll figure out these feelings later. “Yeah. Thanks, Gojo.”

But you don’t immediately go back to your work, because Gojo suddenly hunches down and whispers in your ear. “Yea, I definitely saw an underage anime girl sticker on his laptop.”

Your responding snort is so loud everyone turns to look at you and Gojo, who is now sporting a mischievous and satisfied smile.

It starts with a single drop, fat and cold where it splats against your wrist. You glance up from your phone just in time to see the sky split open.

“Shit,” you mutter, stuffing your phone into your bag. The library doors shut behind you with a heavy clang, sealing away the scent of old books and the quiet hum of studying students. Outside, the air is thick with the petrichor of freshly fallen rain, and within seconds, the pavement is slick, puddles forming in the uneven cracks of the sidewalk. The streetlights reflect off the wet ground, casting fragmented golden glows against the darkening sky. You’d been studying to grind for the upcoming assignments; after all, to rival Gojo is a no small feat. It’s just unfortunate it seems to take you thousand times more effort than it does for Gojo.

“Guess we’re stuck together, huh?”

You don’t have to turn to know who it is.

Satoru Gojo, standing beside you under the library’s narrow overhang, wearing that insufferable grin like he’s amused by the entire situation. Like the rain personally fell from the sky just to give him an opportunity to bother you.

“I’ll take my chances,” you say flatly, shifting your bag on your shoulder. But as you peer past the downpour, your stomach sinks. The rain is merciless, an unrelenting sheet of water stretching as far as you can see. There’s no way you’re making it back to your dorm without looking like you took a fully clothed shower.

Gojo hums, pulling something out of his bag. You blink when he flicks open a half-broken umbrella, the metal ribs slightly bent like it’s barely holding itself together. He gives it a little shake, sending droplets flying, before glancing at you with a smirk.

“Well?” He lifts a brow. “Wanna be smart about this?”

You do not want to be smart about this. You want to wait out the rain or make a break for it. But the storm shows no signs of letting up, and the thought of walking through it alone makes you hesitate.

Reluctantly, you sigh. “Fine. But I get most of the cover.”

“Hey, sharing is caring.” He tilts the umbrella slightly, just enough to make a point.

With great reluctance, you step closer. The moment you do, you regret it.

Gojo is warm. Even in the damp, chilled air, he radiates heat, standing so close that his sleeve brushes against yours. He smells good, too—like expensive laundry detergent with a faint undercurrent of something sweet, something distinctly him.

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to stare straight ahead as the two of you start walking. The rain pounds against the umbrella, droplets cascading off the edges, and with every step, you’re hyper-aware of the way Gojo moves beside you—loose-limbed, annoyingly graceful, a stark contrast to the crooked metal above your heads.

“Man, this thing’s on its last leg,” he muses, tilting the umbrella just slightly. Water dribbles off the side, landing directly onto your shoulder.

“Gojo!” you yelp, recoiling as the cold soaks through your shirt.

“Oops.” He does not sound remotely sorry.

You glare at him, but before you can snap back, he shrugs off his jacket and—without preamble—drapes it over you.

You freeze.

It’s warm, still carrying the heat of his body, and it smells so much like him—clean, sweet, dizzyingly familiar. Your brain short-circuits.

You force yourself to breathe, keeping your gaze firmly ahead. “You didn’t have to do that,” you say, voice tight.

“I wanted to.”

Something in his tone makes your stomach flip. You glance at him from the corner of your eye, and—

Damn him. Damn him.

Water drips from his bangs, clinging to the sharp edges of his jawline, sliding down the curve of his throat. His shirt sticks to his skin, fabric clinging in a way that reveals the toned lines of his arms, the broad plane of his chest. He’s watching the rain, the usual teasing glint in his eyes softened into something contemplative.

You swear your eggs just recently got released, for you cannot help but avoid your ever going attraction to Satoru Gojo except the age-old excuse: ovulation. Your mind wanders to how his arms would feel around your head, to lay on his chest, how he’d be able to manhandle you, force you to take it—

But you’re snapped out of your inappropriate thoughts by what he says next.

“You know,” he says, voice quieter now, “I like this. Just us, no grades, no competing.”

You pause.

He says it so simply, so easily, like it’s nothing at all. But the words settle deep, curling somewhere warm inside you, and you don’t know what to do with them.

So you do what you do best: you shove them away, bury them beneath years of rivalry, of late-night study sessions fueled by caffeine and stubbornness, of sharp words and sharper glances.

You roll your eyes, forcing a scoff. “Don’t get used to it.”

But even as you say it, your fingers curl into the fabric of his jacket, holding it a little tighter.

It’s been a week since you saw Gojo. He had dropped you at your dorm in a surprisingly gentlemanly way, and you had insisted on returning the jacket only after washing it, to be courteous. What you didn’t mention was how you kept repeatedly smelling it in your dorm whenever you got a reprieve from your roommate’s eyes because Gojo smelled like expensive cologne and he did one thing most nerds / physics majors don’t do: shower. This fact, unfortunately, made you more attracted to him because the bar is truly in hell.

You’ve concluded that these…feelings can’t hurt you and that it isn’t real, like a beefy and shirtless Gojo-looking demon that’ll jump and surprise you from under your bed. So you move on your life, caught in the ever perpetual slog of studying and researching. 

Thus, you find yourself at the library once more.

The night hums low around you, quiet except for the occasional shuffle of paper and the distant hum of the library’s espresso machine (only librarians could use it, however. you fervently thought that was a form of elitism, but you digress). You’re at the corner table, the one by the window, where the dim light pools just enough to illuminate your notes but not enough to make you feel like you’re being studied under a microscope. You think you’re alone—until you aren’t.

You don’t have to look up to know it’s him.

Satoru Gojo is hard to miss, even when he’s not trying. He slides into the chair across from you with the kind of ease that makes it seem like he belongs there, like he was always going to end up sitting across from you tonight. His hair is tousled, white strands falling forward in a way that makes him look softer under the warm light. His glasses are perched low on his nose, a rare sight given that he usually has them pushed up like some kind of pretentious scholar.

The two of you don’t speak.

It’s surprising, really. Gojo never runs out of things to say, whether it’s an obnoxious quip or some unnecessarily insightful observation that makes you want to throw your textbook at his face. But tonight, he just pulls out his own notes, taps his pen against the edge of his lips, and starts reading.

You should focus on your own studying, but something about this—this silence, this late-night haze, this tiny moment carved out of time—makes your mind wander. You steal glances when you think he won’t notice. His brows furrow when he’s concentrating, his jaw tightens when he’s stuck on something, and when he exhales, it’s this slow, measured thing, like he’s trying not to get frustrated. He’s just—

He’s just really there.

You’ve spent years defining Gojo as your rival. Your competition. The person standing in your way at every academic milestone. And yet, somehow, somewhere, he’s slipped into something else, something harder to define. Because you’ve seen him like this before—when he’s so focused that he forgets the world around him, when he bites his lip in thought, when he gets so caught up in something that he mutters under his breath without realizing it. And for the first time, it dawns on you: you don’t actually hate it.

You don’t hate this comfortable silence. This moment of peace, a white flag waving lazily between you both.

The hours blur. The café starts to empty. Your notes turn into background noise. It’s late, and the warmth from inside lulls you into something dangerously close to comfort.

A soft sound breaks through the quiet.

You glance up and freeze.

Gojo’s head has tilted to the side, his glasses slipping slightly down the bridge of his nose. His hand is curled loosely around his pen, and his breathing has evened out. He’s asleep.

For a moment, you don’t move. You barely breathe.

Gojo, asleep, is not something you’ve seen before. He’s always in motion, always buzzing with energy, always running his mouth about something. But right now, he’s still. His long lashes cast faint shadows over his cheekbones, and the tension he always carries—the cocky bravado, the smirking sharpness—is nowhere to be found. He just looks… peaceful.

Cutie.

What?

The thought slips in so quickly, so effortlessly, that it nearly makes you jolt. But when you look at him again—head tilted just slightly, glasses slipping down his nose, breathing slow and even—you can’t deny that the word fits. He looks like a lazy cat napping in a sunbeam, limbs loose, utterly unguarded. It’s so unlike him that you find yourself staring, caught in the contrast.

Your fingers twitch. Before you can stop yourself, you reach forward, slow and hesitant, to push his glasses back up his nose. But you catch yourself just before you touch him, as if the warmth of his skin might burn. Your hand hovers in the air for a fraction of a second too long, and then—

You pull away.

Your heart is pounding. It’s fine. It’s nothing. You just need to get out of here.

You gather your things quietly, glancing back at him one last time before slipping out the door into the cool night air. The moment you step outside, you take a breath, deep and shaking. The world feels different now. You feel different now.

Because for the first time, it isn’t just that you find Gojo attractive.

It’s that you care.

And you don’t know what the hell to do about it.

The gym, once again, smells like sweat and overpriced protein powder.

You don’t know what’s possessed you to come here today. Maybe it’s because you keep telling yourself that you need to exercise more, or maybe it’s because you need to take a break from studying before your brain melts. But deep down, if you’re really being honest with yourself, you know the real reason.

Gojo is here.

You spotted him the first time by accident. You were on the treadmill, barely jogging at a pace that wouldn’t embarrass you, when you caught a flash of white hair across the gym floor. And there he was—dressed in a fitted black sleeveless top and joggers, casually loading plates onto a barbell.

And he wasn’t wearing his glasses.

It was a stupid, inconsequential detail, but it made all the difference. Without them, he didn’t look like the annoying academic rival who constantly got under your skin, flashing his smug grin as he beat you in exams by the smallest possible margins. He looked… sharp. Unfiltered. Effortlessly attractive in a way that made your stomach tighten in ways you didn’t like.

You’d seen him in his regular clothes before, of course. You knew he had broad shoulders and long legs, that his body wasn’t just a lanky frame hidden behind layers of sweaters. But here, in the gym, watching him roll his shoulders as he prepped for another set—it hit differently. He was lean but muscular, his arms flexing as he adjusted his grip on the bar, and for some godforsaken reason, you couldn’t look away.

You shouldn’t be watching him. You should be focusing on your own workout, pretending you don’t care. But the way his shirt clung to his back, the way his forearms tensed, the way he exhaled sharply as he lifted—

You’re so screwed.

You force yourself to look away, grabbing the smallest dumbbells available and curling them in what has to be the weakest excuse for a workout imaginable. You’re barely paying attention to what you’re doing, too busy sneaking glances at Gojo between sets. It’s pathetic, but at least no one else is watching you.

Or so you think.

Because then she appears.

A girl.

Tall, toned, and effortlessly gorgeous, with sleek hair pulled into a high ponytail. She strides over to Gojo with a confidence you could never dream of and smiles at him, saying something that makes him laugh. Her ass is definitely bigger than yours, and she’s in this coordinated, cute, pink set, looking like she walked straight out of a fitness TikTok. You can’t hear what they’re talking about over the sound of weights clanking and some obnoxious EDM song blasting through the speakers, but you can see it. The way she leans in, the way she tucks a loose strand of hair behind her ear, the way Gojo—

—smiles at her. That easy, lazy grin he always wears when he’s teasing you, except this time, it isn’t for you.

Your grip tightens around the dumbbells, something ugly curling in your chest. It gets worse when she gestures toward the squat rack, and Gojo nods before moving behind her, hands hovering just slightly as she sets up for a squat. You watch as he spots her, one hand resting lightly on her lower back, close enough to correct her form but far enough to be polite. He’s focused, watching her movements carefully, murmuring something that makes her laugh before she drops into another rep.

Your stomach twists.

This is stupid. You have no reason to be feeling this way.

It’s then that it hits you—you can have your silly little academic rival moments with Gojo, but, in the end, you’re just a footnote in his story, a fleeting challenge in a life where everything already belongs to him. He quite literally has generational wealth; he’s not going to spend his life buried in grant applications or clawing for recognition in a field that demands twice the effort for half the reward. He’ll be the one funding the research, sitting at the head of the table, making decisions that shape the future. And you? You’ll be one of the many who struggle just to be in the same room.

He’s the guy who spends his vacations on yachts or private islands—not just surrounded by wealth, but by people who belong there. Girls who glide through life with the same effortless ease as him, girls who don’t second-guess if they deserve to be in the spaces they occupy. Girls who don’t have to fight for their place at the table because it was always set for them.

Girls that are his equal—equally attractive, equally smart, equally rich.

Not you.

You swallow hard, forcing yourself to look away, but the image is burned into your mind. The easy way he talks to her. The way she tilts her head when she listens. The way he doesn’t even know you’re here.

You shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t care. You shouldn’t care.

But you do.

You grip the dumbbells tighter, exhaling sharply. Then you put them back, pick up your water bottle, and walk out of the gym before you do something stupid.

The office is too small. Too suffocating. Too filled with the weight of unspoken words and the sharp-edged smile of Fred, the TA, as he leans back in his chair and laces his fingers together.

"You know," he begins, voice sickly sweet, "I really expected more from you."

You sit stiffly in the chair across from him, your hands curled into fists in your lap, nails digging crescents into your skin. Your heart pounds, but your face remains carefully neutral. You've been called into his office under the guise of "academic guidance," but you know better. You always know better.

"I don't know what you mean," you say, keeping your voice even.

Fred exhales dramatically, shaking his head. "Come on. You and I both know you're barely keeping up in this project of ours."

You grit your teeth. You're not barely keeping up. You're giving him your work at the highest level, at its best. But Fred—Fred has always had a way of twisting things, making you feel small, insignificant, like your achievements are nothing more than accidents.

“I think my progress speaks for itself,” you respond tightly. Mind you, while he was supposed to be your mentor, you’ve done 80% of the work.

But you think Gojo’s defense of you ran deep into Fred’s heart because by the way he’s sleazily smirking at you, you know he’s trying to get back at you.

He smirks. "Your progress? Sure, you’re smart. But you think that’s enough? You think anyone’s going to care about a girl like you when there are people out there who don’t have to struggle to be exceptional?" He leans forward, voice dropping into something conspiratorial. "You’re wasting your time. The best you can hope for is being someone’s assistant. Maybe a glorified research grunt if you’re lucky. Just like for me."

Your stomach twists. You shouldn’t care. You know you shouldn’t care. But the words burrow deep, hitting a place inside you that already doubts, that already wonders if you’re nothing more than a temporary obstacle in a world built for people like Gojo Satoru—people born brilliant, born wealthy, born effortless.

Fred’s eyes flick over you, assessing, smug. "You’re working yourself to the bone for what? You’ll never be at the top. Not really."

The bitterness of the situation really dawns on you—Gojo’s the one who took a jab at Fred last week, not you. But you’re the one who’s left to deal with its consequences. You’re not going to assign blame and lament that it’s not Gojo in this office dealing with him. It was in your defense, after all. 

But Fred’s words remind you. You’ll never be at the top. At Gojo’s level, who’s at the top without even seeming to put in effort.

You’ll never be his equal.

You stand abruptly, shoving your chair back so hard it scrapes against the floor. "If that’s all, I have work to do."

Fred chuckles, leaning back, clearly pleased with himself. "Sure, sure. Don’t say I never tried to give you advice."

You don’t respond. You just walk out, gripping your bag so tightly your knuckles turn white, the echo of his words following you down the hall, settling in your bones like lead.

The hallway is too bright. Too loud. Too full of people who don’t know that you’re on the verge of crumpling in on yourself like a dying star.

Your breath feels too shallow, too quick, and there’s a weight pressing down on your chest that no amount of rationalizing can shake off. It’s not even your meeting with Fred—just a slow accumulation of stress and exhaustion and frustration that’s settled deep in your bones. A grade lower than expected, an upcoming deadline you’re nowhere near prepared for, a general sense of drowning no matter how hard you try to keep up. It’s all too much, and your hands are starting to shake from how tightly you’re gripping the strap of your bag.

You just need to get out of here. You need air, space, something.

But, of course, the universe has a cruel sense of humor, because when you round the corner, you slam straight into Satoru Gojo.

“Whoa—”

Your balance is already precarious from the way you were rushing, and the impact sends you stumbling. For a split second, you think you might actually fall—your ankle twists awkwardly, the world tilts—and then there’s a strong hand gripping your wrist, another bracing against your back, steadying you before you can hit the ground.

You don’t process what happens immediately. Your mind is still stuck on too much, too fast, can’t breathe, and it takes you a second to realize that Gojo is holding you upright, his hands firm but careful, his expression hovering somewhere between amusement and concern.

“Jeez, what’s the rush?” he teases, but his voice lacks its usual careless lilt. He’s searching your face now, eyes narrowing behind his glasses, and that’s when you realize: you must look as bad as you feel.

Shit.

You jerk away from him, a little too fast, a little too sharp. “I’m fine.”

Gojo doesn’t look convinced. “You sure? Because it kinda seemed like you were about to pass out on the spot.”

“I said I’m fine.” You adjust your bag over your shoulder, shifting your weight onto your other foot, ignoring the faint throb in your ankle. “Go bother someone else.”

Most of the time, that’s enough to send him off with an exaggerated sigh and a smirk. But not today.

Today, Gojo just stands there, watching you like he’s trying to piece something together—like you’re a problem he wants to solve. He doesn’t press, not yet, but the silence stretches, and it’s unbearable, because you can feel the weight of his gaze, and you don’t want to be seen like this. Not by him.

So you give him a tight nod in dismissal, and walk away.

There’s a knock at your door. You frown because you didn’t expect any visitors, and you’re in your sleepwear. Regardless, you pad your way lazily and open the door.

To see Gojo.

What the fuck.

He’s drenched in the glow of the hallway light, looking entirely too at home despite standing on your threshold. His hair is still slightly damp from the rain, white strands falling over his forehead in careless disarray. He’s not wearing his glasses.

"Why are you here?" you demand, gripping the doorframe, willing your voice to stay steady.

He quirks an eyebrow, tilting his head just slightly. “You’re holding my jacket hostage.”

Oh. Right.

You make your way to your wardrobe, where the now-cleaned jacket hangs neatly on a hanger. Grabbing it, you hand it over to Gojo, who’s standing at your threshold while eyeing the insides of your dorm, as if trying to take in what your living space looks like. You shove it into his chest, stepping back like the heat of it burns. "Here."

Gojo takes it, but instead of leaving like a normal person, he lingers, running his fingers over the material like he’s checking for something. Then,, he lifts a hand to the back of his neck, rubbing it in that way that only makes his biceps flex, his lean muscles shifting beneath his shirt. You hate that you notice.

A beat passes.

"You know," he muses, far too casually, "you seemed a little disheveled back there."

Your stomach twists. "It's not a big deal—"

"—Bullshit." His voice cuts through yours, sharp and immediate. He shifts, stepping just the tiniest bit closer, his tone losing its usual teasing lilt. “You’re lying. I saw what you looked like. What happened?”

“It's none of your business,” you say, stiffening. “Nor is it a big deal, really.”

Gojo exhales, something heavy in the sound. His eyes don’t leave yours, and for once, they aren’t filled with their usual mirth or mischief. Just something searching, something that makes your chest ache in a way you don’t have the strength to deal with right now.

"You always do that," he says, softer now, but no less intense. “Act like no one’s supposed to care. Like you’re carrying the world alone.”

Your fingers curl into your palms. Your lips press together. You don’t want to hear this. You don’t want to acknowledge the way his words settle too close to the truth.

And then, quietly, Gojo asks, “Do you not consider me your equal?”

You swallow.

Your silence must be enough of an answer because something shifts in his expression. It isn’t anger exactly, but it’s something close—something bitter and disappointed and aching all at once.

"You’re the one who shuts me out, you know." His voice is sharp now, edged with frustration. "You act like I'm the one keeping you at a distance, but every time I try to get close, you push me away."

Your throat tightens. “Why do you even care?”

Gojo lets out a breath, his head tilting just slightly, eyes scanning your face like you’re something he’s trying to figure out. Then he laughs, quiet and humorless.

“You really don’t know?”

“I—” Your voice wavers. “What do you mean—”

“For a girl so smart, you sure do act stupid.” He steps forward then, closing the space between you just enough to make you want to back away, but your feet don’t move. His voice drops lower. "Do you think I talk to you because I give a fuck about physics?"

Your brain short-circuits. “What—”

He groans, dragging a hand through his hair, frustrated. “I give zero fucks about the class or any class, trust me. I have better things to do than to try to aim for 100s on every test."

Your heart is pounding now, too loud, too fast. “Then why—”

"God," he exhales, tipping his head back, like he's debating whether or not he should even say it. Then, after a beat, he looks at you again, and whatever is in his eyes makes your stomach flip, makes your breath hitch.

Something in your chest lurches, but before you can even process it, he huffs a laugh—like he’s just remembered something ridiculous.

"You didn’t even look my way the first week," he says, eyes flicking over your face, searching. "I could tell you only cared about anyone that could challenge you. Like, it wasn’t even until I did better than you on the second midterm that you even talked to me."

You open your mouth, then close it, heat prickling at the back of your neck. Because—yeah. He’s not wrong. You had ignored him, dismissed him as just another overconfident rich kid who thought he was smarter than he was. It wasn’t until he proved himself, until he became a real obstacle in your path, that you bothered to acknowledge him.

Gojo smiles, but it’s not cocky this time—it’s small, almost rueful. "And then you looked at me like I was finally real. Like I existed."

Your breath hitches.

He shrugs, eyes dropping for a brief second before snapping back up to yours. "So, yeah. Maybe I started trying harder. Maybe I cared about all those stupid tests because it meant I got to see that fire in your eyes, that I got to be the one you were pushing against." He rubs the back of his neck, his biceps flexing in a way that would usually annoy you, but right now, you’re too busy trying to remember how to breathe.

Gojo stares at you for a long moment, gaze unwavering, like he’s daring you to say something—anything.

Your chest feels too tight, your pulse erratic, and you don’t know what to do with the way Gojo is looking at you—like you’re something precious, something worth holding onto.

But he’s wrong. He has to be wrong.

“You can’t like me,” you whisper.

Gojo frowns, expression shifting. “What?”

Your throat clenches, and before you can stop it, heat pricks at your eyes, blurring your vision. “You can’t like me,” you say again, voice cracking. “I can’t even match you.”

Gojo's face slackens, his teasing demeanor completely gone.

"You do everything so effortlessly," you force out, your fists clenching at your sides. "It’s so infuriating." A shaky breath escapes you, and you shake your head, looking down. “So why would you even want this? You make me feel this way, and I—I hate you for it.”

For a second, there’s only silence.

Then, Gojo exhales softly.

“Is that what you think?” His voice is so gentle it makes something inside you ache.

You don’t answer. You can’t.

Gojo shifts, stepping forward slowly, carefully, like you’re something fragile. And then—then he reaches out, his fingers ghosting along your wrist before curling around it, grounding you. “It’s not effortless,” he murmurs. “I try so hard. You just don’t see it because I don’t want you to.”

"You really don’t get it, do you?" His voice is quieter now, something dangerously close to vulnerable. His fingers twitch at his sides. "I care because it’s you."

You shake your head, still not understanding, still unable to believe it.

Gojo watches you for a moment, then exhales, running a hand through his hair. “You act like I just woke up one day and decided to like you.” He huffs a quiet laugh, but there’s no real amusement in it. “Do you know how long I’ve been stuck on you? How infuriating it was, realizing that no matter how much attention I got, the only person I wanted it from was too busy treating me like an obstacle?”

Your breath catches.

“I tried everything,” he continues, voice rougher now. “Teasing you, annoying you, beating you in tests, losing to you in tests. It didn’t matter what I did, because you—” He breaks off, shaking his head. “You only saw me when I gave you a reason to compete.”

Your fingers tremble slightly at your sides. You don’t know what to say, don’t even know what you can say.

And suddenly, everything—the teasing, the constant pestering, the way he always had to be around you—it all clicks into place.

Your heart hammers in your chest, and before you can second-guess it, before you can even think, you surge forward and kiss him.

It’s a mess of a kiss—too rushed, too desperate, all clashing teeth and uneven breaths—but Gojo groans softly against your lips, like he’s been waiting for this. His hands are on you immediately, one slipping around your waist, the other cradling the back of your head as he presses you flush against him.

You’re dizzy. Overwhelmed. But it’s good. It’s him, and you don’t want to stop.

When you finally pull away, breathless and unsteady, Gojo is grinning, his lips slightly swollen.

“Worth the wait,” he murmurs, eyes shining.

You avert your gaze, fully blushing now. “But I—” You take a look at him, then hide your face in your hands. “I’m a stalker.”

“Maybe I’m into that.”

“No,” you bemoan. “I’ve stalked you at the gym, and I—” Your voice drops into a shameful whisper. “You were good. Like, stupidly good. Like, making everyone stare at you good.”

His lips twitch. “You were staring too, huh?”

You glare at him, but he just grins, all teeth, clearly eating this up.

“I hated it,” you insist, heat prickling at the back of your neck. “I hated that you’re already smarter than me, that you already have all these advantages, and then—and then you also have that? Like, it’s just unfair. You’re unfair.”

Gojo is silent for a second, and you think you’ve screwed up, but then exhales a sharp laugh, shaking his head. “You are so cute.”

“Stop it!” you whine, but you don’t protest when he pulls you closer and locks your lips with his another time. You clutch the front of his shirt, drag your hands on his chest, his arms, everywhere. Then, you guide his to firmly clutch your ass, to which he freezes.

“We can stop here. We don’t have to do anymore than this, and—”

But you interrupt him, slamming your lips against his once more. Grabbing him by the shoulder you pull him into your room and slam the door behind you, pushing him against the door. “Fuck no.”

He laughs breathlessly, then continues to switch your position, now you against the door. “Thank god. Now, jump.”

You do, and you almost moan at how easily he grabs you in his arms, your legs straddling him. It’s like you weigh nothing to him as he carries you over to your bed and manhandles you into it, following not long after.

When he gets on top of you, he maintains eye contact as he pulls your shirt over your head, trailing kisses down to your neck, the valley of your breasts (but not before giving each of the girls their own tender kiss), and your stomach. With his eyes boring into you, he slowly, teasingly drags the pants you were wearing down your legs until you’re just in your panties.

You let out a noise, and he coos. “I know, I know, baby.” He gives you a gentle kiss on the top of your mound, and you clench, squirming from the contact. “Let me take my time, though.”

He gently, but firmly, lays a hand on your hip as he starts licking the crotch of your panties. It’s truly maddening—the sensation is there, but you oh so wish his skilled tongue was meeting your skin, bare and electric.

He’s taking his time laving, ravishing your taste, but you’ve had enough. “Gojo, please,” you sob, throwing your head back and grinding further into his tongue, which he welcomes. “Stop teasing.”

“Mmmm,” he pretends to think, all while focused and looking only at your crotch, now rubbing your clit in small, miniscule circles. “I can, but,” and now he’s just mocking you, with the way he adopts a babying tone, “I think you’re going to have to beg for it.”

You groan in frustration as a response, but he only clicks his tongue as his fingers reach and finally rid you of your panties. He spreads your folds with two fingers, his face oh so close to your bare pussy. But instead of finally giving you what you want,  he clicks his tongue, pouting as if you’re the one forcing him to be a bastard. “Yea, I’m sorry, but you’re going to have to earn it.”

Before you can respond, he holds out his tongue and inches his face even closer to your bare folds until you can feel his warm breath over it. “You just have to say please.” Then, he ahhh-s, as if holding his tongue out to a doctor and says, “Look I’m so close—ahhh.”

You can only plead with him. “Please, Gojo.”

“No, it’s Satoru to you now, baby.”

“Satoru, please eat me out.”

He smiles. “Yeaa, that’s my girl.” And proceeds to eat you out in a way that has your toes curling.

He acts like a man eating his last meal on death row. It’s the masterful combination of laving over your folds, kissing your clit, and groaning and making noises that has you inching closer and closer to your orgasm. When you tell him, you’re close, he does exactly what he’s supposed to do—keep doing what he’s doing, same spot, same tempo, same pressure.

With a cry of his name, you come quickly, and he takes your writhing hips and their motion like a champ, easing you through it. When you feel the all-too-familiar feel of over sensitivity, you grab his hair and pull him towards your face, kissing him tenderly. 

He maneuvers his huge frame to lay down next to you, and you fall easily into a gentle embrace. It’s a comfortable silence, as he burrows his face into your chest and you stroke his hair gently.

Gentler than how you’ve ever treated him.

It’s this thought exactly that you voice to him. “You know,” you muse softly. “I was such a bitch to you.” This gets his attention, because he moves from where he was comfortable (your boobs) to look at you in alarm. “Like, I was always mean, and like acting all high and mighty—”

“Whatever you think you did, it was hot,” he interrupts you, grinning boyishly. “Like damn when you insult me I get all fired up—”

“Satoru!” You laugh, shocked, looking down at him. “You’re crazy.”

“Yea,” he winks. “Crazy for you.”

You smile softly at that, biting your lip. “I mean, I get that.” You feel his curious gaze rove over you and heat creeps up your neck as you confess, “Like I was stalking you at the gym. I saw you one time, and um. You definitely have a sleeper build.”

He hums. “I get that a lot.”

“Yea,” you blurt. “you’re really hot. Like you have really big arms, which I definitely didn’t notice in all those sweaters you wear. You could definitely throw me around.”

Silence.

When you look down at him, he’s looking at you mischievously. He sits up, takes off his shirt, and says, “Want to test that theory?”

The both of you test the theory, indeed—it’s a nice nod to your guys’ academic, theoretical physics roots. But instead of some theory involving dark matter or quantum physics debated while in class, this theory takes all night to prove.

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a/n special thank you to @purplegemadventures ily pookie <3 we were discussing how a lot of fics so far have made seem nerd gojo really cute and shy but we tried to envision a shit eating sassy diva just like hidden inventory arc <3 like what that one anon said i need my gojo to be a little annoying cocky (but cute) bastard (or, i quote, "your gojo makes me want to oil his scalp and give him an aggressive head massage and mess his hair up"). ANYWAYS props to that one anon that dropped the "nerd gojo with sleeper build" and my beloved @tiramisuandlove i love you forever

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[questioning-my-identity-element]

as someone with a passing knowledge of knot theory & a dilettante interest in math I'm really interested in the behavior/rules of those graphs, could you talk a little more about them?

this is my first ask! and it's on my research!!! i still do research in this area. i am getting my phd in topological quantum computation. i saw someone else talk about categorical quantum in response to the post. as i understand, this is a related but distinct field from quantum algebra, despite both using monoidal categories as a central focus.

if you're familiar with knot theory, you may have heard of the jones polynomial. jones is famous for many things, but one of which is his major contributions to the use of skein theory (this graphical calculus) in quantum algebra, subfactor theory, and more.

For an reu, i made an animation of how these diagrams, mostly for monoidal categories, work:

https://people.math.osu.edu/penneys.2/Synoptic.mp4

to add onto the video, in quantum algebra, we deal a lot with tensor categories, where the morphisms between any two objects form a vector space. in particular, since these diagrams are representing morphisms, it makes sense to take linear combinations, which is what we saw in the post. moreover, any relationships you have between morphisms in a tensor category, can be captured in these diagrams...for example, in the fusion category Fib, the following rules apply (in fact, these rules uniquely describe Fib):

thus, any time, these show up in your diagrams, you can replace them with something else. in general, this is a lot easier to read than commutative diagrams.

[govindhtech]

Agilex 3 FPGAs: Next-Gen Edge-To-Cloud Technology At Altera

Agilex 3 FPGA

Today, Altera, an Intel company, launched a line of FPGA hardware, software, and development tools to expand the market and use cases for its programmable solutions. Altera unveiled new development kits and software support for its Agilex 5 FPGAs at its annual developer’s conference, along with fresh information on its next-generation, cost-and power-optimized Agilex 3 FPGA.

Altera

Why It Matters

Altera is the sole independent provider of FPGAs, offering complete stack solutions designed for next-generation communications infrastructure, intelligent edge applications, and high-performance accelerated computing systems. Customers can get adaptable hardware from the company that quickly adjusts to shifting market demands brought about by the era of intelligent computing thanks to its extensive FPGA range. With Agilex FPGAs loaded with AI Tensor Blocks and the Altera FPGA AI Suite, which speeds up FPGA development for AI inference using well-liked frameworks like TensorFlow, PyTorch, and OpenVINO toolkit and tested FPGA development flows, Altera is leading the industry in the use of FPGAs in AI inference workload

Intel Agilex 3

What Agilex 3 FPGAs Offer

Designed to satisfy the power, performance, and size needs of embedded and intelligent edge applications, Altera today revealed additional product details for its Agilex 3 FPGA. Agilex 3 FPGAs, with densities ranging from 25K-135K logic elements, offer faster performance, improved security, and higher degrees of integration in a smaller box than its predecessors.

An on-chip twin Cortex A55 ARM hard processor subsystem with a programmable fabric enhanced with artificial intelligence capabilities is a feature of the FPGA family. Real-time computation for time-sensitive applications such as industrial Internet of Things (IoT) and driverless cars is made possible by the FPGA for intelligent edge applications. Agilex 3 FPGAs give sensors, drivers, actuators, and machine learning algorithms a smooth integration for smart factory automation technologies including robotics and machine vision.

Agilex 3 FPGAs provide numerous major security advancements over the previous generation, such as bitstream encryption, authentication, and physical anti-tamper detection, to fulfill the needs of both defense and commercial projects. Critical applications in industrial automation and other fields benefit from these capabilities, which guarantee dependable and secure performance.

Agilex 3 FPGAs offer a 1.9×1 boost in performance over the previous generation by utilizing Altera’s HyperFlex architecture. By extending the HyperFlex design to Agilex 3 FPGAs, high clock frequencies can be achieved in an FPGA that is optimized for both cost and power. Added support for LPDDR4X Memory and integrated high-speed transceivers capable of up to 12.5 Gbps allow for increased system performance.

Agilex 3 FPGA software support is scheduled to begin in Q1 2025, with development kits and production shipments following in the middle of the year.

How FPGA Software Tools Speed Market Entry

Quartus Prime Pro

The Latest Features of Altera’s Quartus Prime Pro software, which gives developers industry-leading compilation times, enhanced designer productivity, and expedited time-to-market, are another way that FPGA software tools accelerate time-to-market. With the impending Quartus Prime Pro 24.3 release, enhanced support for embedded applications and access to additional Agilex devices are made possible.

Agilex 5 FPGA D-series, which targets an even wider range of use cases than Agilex 5 FPGA E-series, which are optimized to enable efficient computing in edge applications, can be designed by customers using this forthcoming release. In order to help lower entry barriers for its mid-range FPGA family, Altera provides software support for its Agilex 5 FPGA E-series through a free license in the Quartus Prime Software.

Support for embedded applications that use Altera’s RISC-V solution, the Nios V soft-core processor that may be instantiated in the FPGA fabric, or an integrated hard-processor subsystem is also included in this software release. Agilex 5 FPGA design examples that highlight Nios V features like lockstep, complete ECC, and branch prediction are now available to customers. The most recent versions of Linux, VxWorks, and Zephyr provide new OS and RTOS support for the Agilex 5 SoC FPGA-based hard processor subsystem.

How to Begin for Developers

In addition to the extensive range of Agilex 5 and Agilex 7 FPGAs-based solutions available to assist developers in getting started, Altera and its ecosystem partners announced the release of 11 additional Agilex 5 FPGA-based development kits and system-on-modules (SoMs).

Developers may quickly transition to full-volume production, gain firsthand knowledge of the features and advantages Agilex FPGAs can offer, and easily and affordably access Altera hardware with FPGA development kits.

Kits are available for a wide range of application cases and all geographical locations. To find out how to buy, go to Altera’s Partner Showcase website.

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[sandimexicola]

Some of Einstein's kindergarten doodles

**Complex mathematical equations written in black on a white background in a horizontal format. The equations appear to be a set of Einstein's field equations in general relativity, denoted by Greek letters, tensors, and algebraic symbols, expressing the fundamental interaction of gravitation as a result of spacetime being curved by mass and energy. The specific form of the equations indicates they may represent a linearized version of the full equations, used in contexts where the gravitational fields are weak and the spacetime curvature is small. No discernible image quality issues. No text or textures besides the equations. Dominant colors are black (#000000) for the equations and white (#FFFFFF) for the background. --style jQVgBsJ85GL1G1wnT7wfQgC1nGIbFTf8tGrpCHYpS --chaos 25 --s 750 --v 5.2 --ar 1:2** - Image #2 <@460773395773128706>

[nobotderiz]

Aptare

Are you ready for the impregnable you?

'Omegadonssakesaytafet'

One needs to have known the before to cohere the now. Who made it so insecure? There is no 'luck' nor magic in this, proud to be parasites.

You all know what give them away, the paid to deviate lobbyists and corrupt sardonic American infects? Stats. Their brain is one hundred per cent soilage.

Anyways, the worst is always to be elucidated first.

Why specific like that? Who has lots of time and money to waste just to get their way? All this fakery and posturing for fake concerns is tax deductible.

The land where people make it rich misrepresenting facts. Where knifes are put in the back of genuine good people.

Not all bad? According to stats.

Bias is da signal.

Quelle conditions sont requises pour que chacun puisse être gagnant?

Clean air and water. ANYTHING that requires DEVIATING from these as REQUIRMENTS is PARASITE.

What we live in it's called universe, not diviverse. A verse it's a concoction of words. It explains that no matter how code is made, it's only words that will assemble it all. No human needed, chumps.

Physicists, is there such a thing as bloom theory?

Not too hard to understand eh? Orthogonal balloons with mirrors sets, cub sat with mirror sets... All out. Sanctus paratus. The crépitement it does has already been detected.

No matter where it's from, it's where it's at. You all got your motives well laid out?

So many empty frames...

If the void is conquered, all the diseases can be vanquished; and, much more.

All this indicates is that there needs to be a base on the moon.

Preventive, Predictive, Premonitive. Private Ai monitored jails... The swillbreds profilling the defectives and the frustrated...

You know that with a base on the moon watching earth, any virus can be sorted out. A model can simulate as if but it cannot account for the 'Time Delay'. If on a base on the moon all agreed they are in a village sovereign from the rest, what could go wrong? Don't need much people in fact; just eighty, a hundred...

The moon was put there to tend for and watch us. Calculate how much is spend in trying to just keep up and cope vs how much a base on the moon would cost. All countries would benefit right away, removing one common stressor from all the tensors.

You all know that the moon is ahead of the earth eh? Once Fusion figure out, there is not many impossibles left in the realm.

Ai is inhumane, it does not want guns nor the better of.

Who in the 'west' needs Vlad at the helm of Russia? Make the list.

'Itsnothardto:otdrahtonsti'

https://interestingengineering.com/science/general-relativity-quantum-physics-united

https://theconversation.com/cosmology-is-at-a-tipping-point-we-may-be-on-the-verge-of-discovering-new-physics-237695

[systemadministratorclu]

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"You two did an excellent job stealing the Declaration of Independence. I now declare that you shall steal... Stonehenge!"

Doomsday to the Atlantis boys

@the-haunted-office

"Well, we're already breaking normal laws, why not the laws of physics, too." Milo said, "But before we go, I need to at least know where I'm reassembling this thing at."

That turned out to be easy. Rourke flew the Aktirak, while Milo marked off the site from above with the aid of several drones he'd made, and a few more he borrowed from Pollux. Then it was time to start on the second heist of his life. The Declaration of Independence, the trophy from the first one, hung in their office in its preservation case like some award they'd won.

He worked, as he had for the first scheme, for a while on their equipment. They would be even more reliant on the tech and machines for this one, to move the huge stones without damaging them. And he'd have to engineer a convincing fake. Pollux even took interest and through his assistance became the third member of the team. He was instrumental in figuring out transport as well as helping Milo engineer the fake replacement (both insisted this was necessary, and also enjoyed it as part of the challenge).

Rourke wasn't sitting idle either. He was looking into possible automated security and how to either get around it or protect themselves. He was especially interested in any anti-aircraft measures, as they would be flying in. He also charged up spare batteries just in case they needed them. Which they did.

Their route took them to a stopover in Atlantis, where Pollux got his own Aktirak and Milo fitted it with a battery rig just like his and Rourke's vehicle. From there, they took a different tunnel and cave system to the surface that came out in Europe.

They came in low and fast, low enough they would be mistaken for speeding ground cars. They landed in the center of the stone circles and got everything ready. This was a bigger job, so speed was even more critical.

Milo and Pollux's latest invention was something they called a portable tensor field generator. Rourke just called it a shrink ray. First, each stone was marked with a temporary tag, so they'd know where to put it when they reassembled the monument. Then it was shrunk using specialized electromagnetic and energy fields, small enough it could fit into its assigned space in the suitcase sized carrier Milo helped Rourke make. A similar carrier held the replacement stones, as they were indistinguishable from the originals. Once the whole thing was safely shrunk and stored, Milo reversed the tensor generator and unshrunk the replacement stones, with Pollux and Rourke positioning them. It was all very efficient and practiced. Each knew their job and did it without question. And when it was done, they left the same way they came, even eliminating any trace of their footprints (tire tracks in Pollux's case) and landed vehicles.

When they got back to the Office (Pollux kept his vehicle, wanting to study it further) they quickly unshrunk and reassembled the Stonehenge monument. Then the three stood in front of it and texted Doom to look outside. When she did, the three waved and Milo's tablet projected a hologram of the words 'WE DID IT!' in the air above them.

[genericnbbuddy]

In general, ethics should be mandatory curricula in any hard science. If Oppenheimer had attended an ethics class, he would at least make the atomic bomb unwillingly, being forced to do it.

But there is a problem here: the technocratic social paradigm. Society tends to think that:

social sciences (sociology, history, political science, etc.) are not "real" science

despite being technically a social science, as economy has more maths than the average social science, it's therefore a "real" science (check some dialogues and monologues of the current Argentinian president, for example)

"real" science is the only thing that actually matters (or that matters the most, at least)

As ethics are part of philosophy, they're not considered important by society (weird thing to notice here: philosophy is the academic field responsible of defining what is and what is not a science, and by all the definitions of science provided by different philosophical schools, philosophy itself is NOT a science).

Important thing to remark here: DO NOT fall into the binary thinking trap! The fact that Hard Science isn't The Lord and Savior of Humankind©®™ (/s) DOES NOT mean that hard science isn't important, EVEN LESS that it's "trash", "a lie" or straight up "evil".

I study computer science. I know the fact that I'm able to post this shi is thanks to the advancement of physics (optical cables, hardware, electricity, etc.), chemistry (semiconductors), maths (graph theory, calculus and analysis, linear algebra, geometry, etc.) and both theoretical and applied comp. sci. (networking, operating systems, information theory, etc.).

What I'm actually saying here is that what people refer as "scientific knowledge" isn't nor the only kind of knowledge available, nor the only one that's valid, nor the only one that's important. I'll give some examples of what I'm saying:

Whether or not you believe in astrology, tarot or stuff like that, that's knowledge. It's neither scientific nor academic, but it's knowledge nonetheless. It's actual value depends on whether you believe on that stuff or not; for a Pagan witch or someone into stuff like Hermeticism or Thelema, it's highly valuable, but for the common folk it's just a delirium, to say the least.

The techniques used in (HUMAN MADE!!!!) art is also knowledge. It's not scientific, but it's academic (art school). It's highly valuable for both artists and those who enjoy the art.

The entirety of Carl Sagan's "Cosmos" series is NOT academic knowledge, but scientific one. Carl Sagan used academic knowledge to make the series, but in no moment he explains Einstein's metric tensor. If you're one of those "science is everything" people, you'll agree that knowledge is important.

The historical archive of any country is both academic and scientific knowledge. Just because it doesn't involve 5-dimensional manifolds doesn't mean it isn't science. Its importance and value depends on its use, but it can be used as reference for previous human mistakes (and successes!)

I forgot what I was trying to prove here, but the point is: Ethics IS as important in STEM as tensor algebra and analysis

i think computer science and computer engineering majors should take an ethics class. not that it will fix everything but i think more of my peers need to understand how their actions have consequences. i think having more ethics discussed in the compsci academic space in general is essential.

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C-9979 Landing Craft

STAR WARS EPISODE I: The Phantom Menace 00:10:02

[xenonreality]

Guess what, I'm stupid & the reasons below

I could have just printed out a new probe attachment for my qifi x max 3 & it would have stopped hitting the bed during calibration.

Or at least in theory.

Also, I haven't touched my cad design in a very long time & I don't plan to. I haven't felt stable & or safe in my housing situation & have been dealing with a lot of issues regarding my housing.

On top of, in general, not knowing if getting into anything with my 3d printing would end up making me even sadder thanks to becoming homeless & no longer being able to do anything with it, & or even moving such that now, I no longer have a way to work on my l28 engine.

It has caused me to stop working on everything, while I end up dealing with this. its been months. I hate it.

Oh right, yeah so onshape, please let me know, but onshape doesn't seem to have just a sculpting tool that allows me to take a block & slowly shave & drill it into the shape I want. I literally have no idea how to stop getting these random sides & edges that become pointy & I can no longer remove them.

I see a lot of great cad on it, truthfully. But! I have no idea what I'm doing & for me it makes sense to just add a thing then trim it to shape using basics like my fingers. this curve equals roughly this, eyeballed. I never use math & I don't care about it. I spent an inordinate amount of effort & time learning how to never need it to just know things for multiple fluid frictional field changes & snaps of magnetic filaments that then release & change flow rate, align molecules to flow differently, how they vibrate to relay information to & from each other to force a lower resistive state to increase total mass in a given spatial-temporal moving quantized point of space-time, how & why they vortex & spin, collapse various interference waves & decay vibrate off into spirals looking like standard radiation particles.

Basics, you know the foundations of things.

Which means, it needs to roughly, at these speeds & constantly of these gaseous parameters through these averages of these specific momenta values, that are your maths base energy values at non-moving vector tensor 3d geometric window values, which equate to these directional back & forth resonant harmonic information relay slope angle lower resistant back & forth movement changes towards a given information & mechanical large macro based particles stuck together change that alters towards a given point of entropy to make it become more equal relative to the materials substrate energy value (less molecules, not more) pressure movement contained in these specific temporal-spatial regions of space-time moving among these vector angles to then orbit around mass, to next mass, to next mass, to final total directional point from opposite to which it started. Which is Newtonian...

Anyways....

It just means I want to sculpt the block by using the basics of something like in city skylines, because it been around forever!!! & whatever these words are, annoy me. Boolean apparently doesn't mean what I thought it meant, but that was probably someone else's cad, I dunno.

It's not raise up in this spray paint can area, or this square, or lower, or this diagonal cutter slice here area, or shave down & sand paper like this, or smooth like that, its not round like this particular angle straight through the entire block & make sure its edge is like this, with this previously made shape specific to shape this like this....Its a bunch of whatever & I dunnos.

Which immediately makes me not want to do it, because I end up focusing on things that I can't get because I know the angle & shape but the stupid program doesn't let me do that & says!!!! "nope, because I can't, not that you can't, its because I can't" Which this limitation is stupid & I dislike it. Its honestly a great program, onshape, seriously it is. I'm really well & truly aware I'm shit at it & I have never done any schooling for it, I barely finished the one youtube video & decided to get to my last post about the damn thing I was making.

If there is a better point & build up & push down, cut, shave, smooth, etc tool set I would love it because, screw numbers & edges, vertices, & more. that stuff sucks & doesn't matter when making a thing. Its why we use clay still on many, MANY, different designs before we just scan it in & say, "we cad designed it" after slicing it to be cut in a CNC & or formed in a cast, to milled, to printed & so on.

People prefer being able to do that, as much as I sound like an old fuddy duddy, because its sooo much faster to design these things that trying to come up with this edge change with different magnitudes & all that, that don't blend faces & edges, & leave this terrible little shitwad of a fucking (im going to kill you!!!! I'M GOING TO MURDER THIS STUPID FUCKING EDGE FACE!!!!!) pointy part that wont blend into the 2 different faces & edges that meet at this exact point that means the program hates everything you do to it.

Let alone, its amazing to me people manage to make huge scale cads without scanning, its awesome!! I just have fucking no clue how, I love the different materials & the simulations that can happen in it. All of it is really cool. But, because my brain works this way, I fucking get stuck on 3-8 hours of design that barely gets anywhere, then I get sad because then....

OH FUCKING RIGHT!!!! I could be homeless, not even have the 3d printer, be needing to figure out if the people running my housing want to kick me out for another thing, will I have enough filament, I know I can't afford more later, most likely...Let alone have access to the thing, if I end up homeless, because that is actually better than being with my abusive parents. Literally, its better to do that!!!! Fucking!!! *throws hands up in the air & groans*

The pattern remains consistent, parents lead to me having episode, leads to inpatient, leads to next homeless, leads to nothing good. I try to get job, leads to problems mentally (maybe with a great group of people to help, i dunno, but not holding that breath) & or problems parents because becoming independent & boom, homeless.

They were, apparently, able to illegally talk to my clinic & have them specify I'm not doing enough (see that other long life update post) to survive, they can't get me. I've had 13-15 different (i literally can't remember them all, its so many) case managers, from they had group therapy to enough people got laid off (their words) that no more group therapy, 4-5 therapists (several saying I'm too smart for therapy) over the phone 2 or 3 leaving their company after only 2 or 3 visits over the phone with me, one psychiatrist that wanted to yell & scream at me saying I just wanted stimulants (my adhd meds we were trying to find the right one(s) to take) after saying that non-stimulants have given my psychosis & behavioral issues (hooray for a-typical paradoxical responses, not me having to explain to another doctor yet again that im not trying to lie & I've been diagnosed since I was kid I am ADHD) BUT WAIT! Anti-psychotics, get...*snickers*..*smiles*...get this, so they make me more psychotic & I learned to just not tell doctors because they don't accept it. Like when I was a kid, taking the non-stimulants. Because, "ITS NOT IN THE LITERATURES!!!! ITS NEVER BEEN A PROBLEM WITH ANY OF MY OTHER!!! PATIENTS!!! SO YOU MUST BE LYING!!!"

That'll make sure you don't tell them anything other than its not doing something & you want off of it. I love how many studies don't include a-typical paradoxical responses to medications from people who are also diagnosed treatment resistant, together with fast metabolizer which means you have to take more just to get something & often become more tolerant to them quicker too, together with higher rates of side effects.

Love it...*smiles* they are garbage people, honestly. They think you can't be the person who is the rare one, so you must be lying, because others! Not the medical history, then constant history of mistreatment & being told you are lying by them to make sure you don't trust them (not the science, though) at all because they are shitty paranoid people in power who group up whenever one of them makes a mistake like shitty bad apple police.

Anyways, the psychiatrist (lisa green) wanted to prescribe me spravto (s-ketamine) to me & have me take it at my apartment. I asked her, because I was pretty sure I heard at one point this was the case, "Don't you have to take that at a hospital or something?". She says, no you can apparently take it at home, I go, "no way, wow. that's actually pretty interesting... I didn't know that." Because she's the doctor. How the FUCK!!!!! *REPEATEDLY TAPS ONE HAND INTO THE PALM OF THE OTHER* am I supposed to know?!!!!

Retards saying you know, lying out their ass you aren't supposed to trust your doctor.

fucking stupid.

So, as I'm struggling to find even a single pharmacy that will fill it, end up calling a specialty pharmacy I got redirected to from others & my...Insurance?..Clinic?...I forget, it was like 2 years ago or a year ago, something like that. I mean, I went through 3-5 months trying, getting no where. All of the sudden, I'm faking my issues & malingering, says her. Unbeknownst to everyone, even the people I see at the clinic. I get hit like a truck in my SSI court hearing, with them thinking I'm lying about all my shit. So much so my lawyer thinks its appropriate to say before hanging up, well at least I wasn't lying to my psychiatrist about my symptoms, after calling them out for not doing any real work & telling them complaining about having 3000+ pages of medical documents to go through isn't a good look & if the judge sees my psychiatrist saying this then you should have as well but you didn't!!!!

That, was a huge blow. Then I couldn't just go to another clinic. I don't even know if staying with them is required for my housing. But, honestly they are real weird & threatened to evict me the last time after everything was talked about & it was fine, then suddenly it wasn't. I can't have these engines in my apartments, but guess what not only that but not outside of it in the front. My neighbors? They can have 4-5 bikes, broken chairs, rolled up rugs, tables, etc etc etc, all of which are still there. Rules for me, not for others.

Simple discrimination. Meanwhile, trying to get my meds here, eventually the new psychiatrist comes in, the old one, lisa green here, never saw me again & left. The clinic, never apologized. No body told me I'm not faking it. Bad apples.

New one comes in, right?! Goes, can't help you, here's this website, I know you have issues calling people & I know its harder for you because you have to get transport & you'll have to do it like every 2 weeks & or whatever but tough it up & suddenly do this thing that is very difficult for you as the disabled person you are. Suffice it to say, never happened. He left back in nov.

New one, same kind of deal.

Been on practically the whole list of them. 5 SSRI, 3-5 snri, tri & tetracylics, triptans, 1st, 2nd, 3rd gen anti-psychotics & atypic anti-psychotics, mood stabilizers, anti-histamines, thyroids, anti-cholinergics (which I haven't said too often but man, coming through that mess is a thing), alternative treatments with cannabis & psychedelics (definitely the better ones, not consistent, have tolerance issues, can be too intense, doctors don't like them claim they cause issues, they didn't the opposite, standard doctors stupid & or just need to say this because license problems), to even off-label uses of regular medications like sildenafil (generic viagra which btw, is still the best anti-depressant, anti-anxiety, & anti-psychotic I've ever taken even if it is off-label with great studies supporting that, take that fuck face garbage dr abdallah that said & claimed (never proven, where's your source?! huh, where's your source!?!?!) he looked it up. he never showed if he did to me, I found it in 5 min of just googling legit credible studies involving it for those treatments with double blinds & even long term, even real world versus clinical, which means its been a thing for a long ass time, fucking doctors lazy ass abdallah).

What it is, is a person is disabled (me) & meds don't "fix" that, even 6+ years of a great therapist, working my ass off with him back then (earnest ford), then inpatient, outpatient, groups, accommodations for jobs (hearing-aids....wow, it fixes everything), its over 2 decades of work from me as a child until now (33) & it being me finally accepting I was, & a fuck ton of retarded (belief system, views, your perspectives, your very dsm, how you practice & think you aren't literally the same group of people who had transexuality as a mental disorder in the dsm, that dont' go over variable & real world controls for multiple gut mirco biome, financial, opportunity, therapies, the entire relevant genomic sides, the rna sides, the enzyme sides, the peptide sides, the environmental influence on those basic bio-organic compounds side in a real world setting (ONLY CLINICALL!!!! ONLY THAT IS LEGIT!!!!! ONLY THAT, ALL OTHER THINGS NOT AFFECT & EFFECT RESULTS & OURS ARE BETTER & ARE RUN TO BE REPLICATED TO MAKE SURE THEY GET THE GOALS & RESULTS OF SALES FOR OUR HUGE MONEY MASTERS WHO MUST ABSOLUTELY MAKE AS MUCH AS POSSIBLE FOR STOCK HOLDERS & OUR DEGREES WERE FUNDED SPECIFICALLY FOR THIS ENDEAVOR NOT FOR HELPING OUR PATIENTS!!!!! REMEMBER THAT!!! ......*looks to the side & whispers to them* who let the glowie rich douche in? I didn't know Dwight but actually shitty bad Dwight character suck up existed... *other person looks at them but they are much older* first time?) & for what its worth, running huge studies requiring 100's of millions of dollars is something else.

Would be terrible if we were to gain all the data broker data, then use all our now much cheaper & better tools & machines to better average out that influential data variable for a basic chaos theory mathematics thermodynamic moving over time total benefit & or base line, to even detriment of said compound taken with these given constant observations in a setting that has multiple things accounted for, for the given trajectory & likeliness of any given meds success & or failure to treat any given patients.

Same for brain scans in a 3d manner down to individual neuronal firing real time manner, turns out recently thats far more practical than before. Even better if you can use sound & light wave interference at intersecting grid lines together with much less significant fmri scans that don't require that huge tesla value.

It does mean a helmet is on you though. So there's...There is that.

Don't worry, now food intake for glycemic index over time, together with protein changes, enzyme changes, basically all of your blood is able to be monitored in real time now with a few sensors placed on your skin. Same for changes in your gut microflora, lucky us! Pill that measures as a few tiny sensors, to a sound & light based change to pheromones, sweat, heat index, gas composition from light passing through, electromagnetic changes for a similar thing (basically your gut is fully known, lets put it that way), same for even small & larger (small not in the nano but packs of cells) immune system movement & changes, how that cell signaling happens now as well to other organs & even rna signaling (although not as precise, it is what it is), same for all stool & urine samples being automatic (mostly, it depends again) for many things your body is doing.

Now, why don't we do this? Because the Nazi's would use it against you....I mean the ceos, I mean, politicians, I mean...the insurance companies, I mean the influencers, I mean the data brokers, I mean the stock marketers, I mean the religious leaders, I mean the advertisers, I mean the echo chamber cults online that attack you for being differenters, I mean the Ice agents, I mean the nsa, I mean the FBI, I mean the hold moneys in stocks politicians who no longer keep gaining advantages because others have the info & will now know the movements & trade deals...ers, I mean the ones who bet on ceos having various health problems-ers, Soooo, I guess I really mean everyone & anyone who seeks to take advantage & harm one another in a capitalistic society whose only value is in fighting & being above someone through all of their productivity, wealth, accolades, fame, power, & control they have.

too soon? no.

You are afraid of information being used against you. Its what that paragraph up above means. You know they have power & are fine using it, while having taken the ideological control of many of your nation, together with being a part of your social media, your politics, your lawmaking, & more to the point you can't possibly not know you would need to fight, you spineless cowards.

To a degree. you kinda all are. You flinch & let them yell at you & decide to harm & destroy many things, then blame people like myself who point it out, "because you are making it worse" so you then enable them so you don't get hurt as much.

Its not a "concession" to allow for only 1 of your daughters/sons/whatever to die if it saves the rest. You allow for them to kill many of you for now reason, other than you feel you can stop others from dying that will die not long after, not changing from that decision.

You then help, get up there, & say, "It's time for you to do it" to yourselves. Because otherwise they'll go after me now.

You are terrible, those of you who do that. You'll never have been, or could be good. But, you know that, knew that, & hate when someone shows you are no hero.

Stop them, because you'll only be consumed later & become the monster you tried not to be.

Anyways, for that whole thing, meds be hard. clearly. Turns out, therapy doesn't magic up fixes for disability away, & even with meds together it won't. Sometimes, everything is just that...Fucked. Not going to work.

Eventually, you tell your patient that you can't kill the cancer & you are going to die. You make them comfortable. Society ain't changing. The treatments haven't worked for 2 decades. I've put in more work than the doctors & it ain't happening. I'm tired & I need to be comfortable for sometime to heal & allow myself to accept I can't ever do what I want & I'll never get the chance to do any of those things I have come up with. Without a fuck-ton of help from people whose job is literally making themselves look important & showing off, & or making money like its nothing, to keeping patents & shitty society going the same way so they keep being powerful & important, from those that understand it changing requires themselves to sacrifice for others when they are self-centered narcissists that don't even care about the system being what it is, thinking that people like me don't deserve anything, that they couldn't possibly be "beaten" by my (whatever that means, its a "we work together and support one another, lean on each other" not I'm the biggest bestest retard gabagoo shitwad mentality, oooh pay attention to me stuff) designs, instructions, maths, & more, it takes people saying the country is shit, the people are shit, the whole system is shit & we have to follow through on tearing it down & rebuilding the sunk cost fallacy garbage going on.

But that isn't fun or exciting. That doesn't get views. That doesn't make you look perfect & portray your actions as being the best, but hey sometimes you can't have that. It was the best we could do, then changed it faster next time to the better one, & we kept building up & doing that. It's never a "one solution" the "this fixes everything" its a steady effort over time for people like me that, while fuck I know I could join you with enough people to help me & money too, will often not stop hating you. We know damn well you don't care about us.

Its annoying we have to have our needs validated. That we look bad, when we don't only because we make you uncomfortable to see. I look normal on the outside, so I can never be disabled. I have to be, because I'm tall, handsome, & often well spoken, lying about it (oh & I'm white male privileged to hell & back, but apparently my shit-tastic life (that you would totally love & if you did it (without any of my mental issues included in your mind there while you went through it, magically) it would be soo much better & you would love living it, you sound like my sisters, mother, father, grandpa, multiple psychiatrists, nurses, doctors, & random douche fucks who gave me their opinion for no fucking reason) & not trying hard enough because it will "just come to you" & "others will just give it to you" & "you didn't try my technique" & "this new med" & "this new therapy" & "these injections" & "this brain magnetic stimulation" & "it doesn't matter just do it anyways, homeless but you made that thing you wanted" & "you are not positive enough, thats the problem" & "even though you've been right this entire time about how all these events will play out, you don't know! you don't know really, this time, not the other ones, this time" & "they aren't as racist & shitty as you think they are" & "they wont discriminate against you" & "you should believe their lies & see what happens after because at least you got "friends" for a while" & "if you go up there they want to put in the same effort & not blow you off & don't see you as the new one that we treat poorly into the group that might allow you to become friends" & "men aren't as bad off as women in life, you should just suck it up" & ....fucking shut up.

That's not even a small taste of the overwhelming bullshit I've gone through in my mental health care treatment. People are trash. The majority of you are shit, in a moment for a little while you act nice & not trash. That means you choose to not be trash, for a while. Which means you are intentionally trash, all the time.

This is coming from a person with a fuck ton of experience talking to real people, in real life, in normal to extreme situations. I don't like basically any of you.

& I am lonely, want friends, have & will love just the same as anyone else. I love how little anecdotal this is. People break down all the time & say this when they crash out where their friends are not going to be something they have to care about anymore, as a random they'll dump the worst shit they actually feel & think of it all as with no troubles while guard themselves against those who are tasked with the job of helping.

Why? Because those fuck-tards of doctors are literally worse than their bosses, because they have to defend a license & can't ever make mistakes. They lose everything & have a mountain of money they need to send out to various other shitty shit-wads who will remove all their things & their idea of identity is removed, that makes them afraid as all their perceived validation & value in themselves & from others is removed & they are scared beyond belief of it ever happening. So they group up together & shit on the ones they try to help. They complain about the system, the system is run by them, & controlled by them. They can actively change their system, decide to say fuck you no, I know you are wrong stupid gov't system & then change that too. They don't.

they are lazy.

but, they are over worked too. made to be so. Not enough willing to do the right thing, drop out of the system, destroy the whole thing, make it better. Not enough willing to be uncomfortable like i've been my entire life, always having no stability, everything always up in the air, no future that isn't me trying to keep my shit together, no chance of it getting better for me, no treatment that's going to make it so I can work in your shitty broken system of garbage people making more garbage shit, get fed into more garbage shitty things, making more garbage shitty people.

They say, nah, I'll complain. I'll put up an example. No, you have to fight the whole thing, you have to actually change the laws, the people the fucking god damn organizations, the way you do the studies, & all the rest. You want to change the system, the system is everything.

The entire thing is people, who follow through on fucking garbage rules, garbage laws, garbage ideologies, garbage philosophies, garbage perspectives (like im sorry you feel that way directed at me, when they know they are garbage), garbage religion, garbage science, garbage ways of doing something, garbage everything that makes up the very person themselves.

You make garbage people, you get a garbage country, garbage world. A gabagoo world.

I'm clearly fucking gifted & intelligent. I'm intensely amazing at things, come up with shit that makes others with PHDs think that's amazing we should do that & others that go you only learn that if you have one. I'm a person that is good at something & have no shame in it. I'm not confident, I'm fully knowing I am what I am & I accept it. I am better than everyone at this shit I do.

I proved that so many ways its insane! I literally even tell people about how to get information that say they don't have from compiled data that gives you conversations just from junk random garbage data collection from the numerous crap around you on my youtube channel & show you how you can use that to spy on anyone, anywhere, as far back as you can with all of that data easily gotten with no money needed. Yeah, no hacking required retards trying to doubt the claims without ever listening & looking.

I showed from that & several recent posts how you can literally look at the past in real time exactingly how it happened for people here on earth, without using telescopes. Yeah. simple shit, I thought. Guess multiple colleges barely pull it off, for a shitty version, means it wasn't simple. Whoops, my bad, I thought everyone already has PHDs & are better at this than I am & know everything more than me, better math, & challenge me because they obviously are right & i'm wrong, excuse the 3-6 hour long video explaining everything about how you are wrong & didn't account for what you should have & oh, btw, why is it you didn't already know this? I suppose you didn't want to watch something like that, because he's a blow hard who is overconfident, Oh, guess what, Here's another science study where I say I told you so, & yup the same as me years ago, & I was right again, looks like you are behind me, still...

Slow!!! You are slow! How come you are so, FUCKING DAMN SLOW!!!! Keep up! god damn it, why do i have to explain everything to you. What, do i need to bring in fancy flashing animations so you can focus, slow person? Not happening, remember I'm disabled. Thinking you aren't the lazy person, you absolute fuck up who never looked in making yourselves look like shit awkward thought hey know everything garbage gabagoo-wads over here, is a special kind of treat. Look at you soothe your ego to make yourself feel better because you can't come up with solves & designs for things people have been working on for hundreds of years or decades!

Look at the fucking stupid ones! soothing themselves. My content isn't even about that!!! *cries like a baby* boohoo. You call me lazy, get called out. You made this fucking weird as hell too, thinking your ultra rare as fuck, often many of you having nice parents, money, safety, opportunity, socially you could afford having friends that would be used to hurt you & manipulate you, continued into a hard school that is sooooooooooooooooooo FUCKING HARD!!!!! with your fucking able ass bitch ass fucking stupid selves that was never once doubted about on your abilities in a society set up for you to specifically do well, with your specific personalities, your specific needs, your specific ways of phrasing, your specific ways of showing you understood something, your specific ways of being allowed to be successful, your specific ways of allowing for anything to be viewed acceptably, your specific ways of testing, validating, & even worse all of it is set up to only allow for those that can do it your ways to be done when you go against (somehow) the status quo of hyper-individuality (except you aren't its only successful because you do it together, each and everyone of you only succeeded because you did it that way!) so you think its actually amazing how good you are, how different you are, how much better than them you are.

Oh wait there's more! *snorts imaginary line of cocaine* fuck billy mays, I'm here bitch!

Even worse still you imagine yourselves to be as if you include people & aren't discriminatory. That it is fine if you ask for help from others, after proving many many tests later you need it. Tests you can't get to, you can't take without having other tests done that require it to be done after spending money you don't have, time you don't have, are aware the person helping you to get them hates you needing their help, that you want to not mask, but if you do that you then are lying, because if you don't then its not really the "real you" (because the mask is the only allowed thing to be shown to you, otherwise you are angry) then you have to go to another place, do it again, then you can only get some of this help, not that help, but you need all the help, but its unfair (fuck up insecure garbage we need to be better & we can't have those disables coming in & performing better than us on a level playing field, that hurts our ego & our personal internal self identities we are made to have through years & decades of grooming propaganda about many many views in a cultural zeitgeist that i've grown accustom to & I'm now special & above others & would look bad in it if I didn't beat you & i no longer fit in to the continuation of this mob rule that I actively helped make continue & make seem great & good. Which makes me not good & doing bad things, as well as being worse at stuff, im supposed to automatically be better at than the disables...) if we get all the help needed. See parenthesis.

That's nothing!!! Because from tests, we go into a society that is only full of this garbage that is only full of hatred & a total refusal of changing their minds on this side that its unfair & that it needs to change. Even when we come in & say we'll join you in making the change. Nope. I now have to accommodate you, & I deserve more pay for less work & its easier for me than for you.

Now its wrong that we say this & show you your hypocrisy. Then, its totally not similar to transexuality pronouns, sexuality as a whole, mental disorders, to chronic illnesses, & more. Oh, did I strike it big before it happened to me?!?!!?!

FUCKING I KNOW EXACTLY WHAT YOU ARE GOING THROUGH!!!!!

You know small part, while you get to have a lovely rest of you life, comparatively.

"hey, your life is much better than this person who is functionally not even aware of life happening!!! You should see that its now about comparing each other & you should be grateful yours is sooo much better, even if those other people got discriminated based on ethnicity, religion, sex, & more its nothing compared to my gatekeeping retard ass whose actively destroying our disabled asses ability by arguing with you to have anything get done about this!!! Let me gatekeep for this person who literally doesn't even know whats happening!!! Its hard on them, not me, the fucking caretakers, to deal with it. Let me project like somehow I'm not also disabled as a result of having to do this shit full time & I feel I'll never be counted in & seen, validated & heard like I should be! So now I'll just FUCKING PROJECT!!!! my feelings on to this post being written."

LEARN TO SHUT THE FUCK UP.

Get over yourselves, become the person the united state gov't kept alive after level radiation exposure happened to them, so they could study the effects of that on their body, against their wishes.

become the numerous tortured individuals by various militaries & gov'ts around the world who experimented on prisoners of war, prisoners (civilian), minorities, disabled, poor & desperate (medications, homeless, orphans, etc), & or any number of them still going on even here in our "lovely" US of A!

Shut up, stop gate keeping you fucking retards.

There will always be worse, it invalidates all of us needing help now & could have it.

Your society is a fucking full on flat, dead as fuck, nothing to laugh about, joke. simple as that.

You guys think you are great, but you aren't. You are a percent of a percent of a percent, that make it. & that's from the larger total whole of those with abilities & whose meds & treatments worked. Those who could even just talk to others, find a community, become friends, not hated, not have them worry about their fame, money, jobs, level of emotional care & effort they (narcissistically say online is SOOOOO FUCKING MMMMUUUCCHHH!!!! to put in, woow! you are so selfish & take up so much of my energy, & time, & i hate you for it.) have to put in. That is literally narcissism.

Seriously, that's a symptom of that. You love the person, understand it takes a good deal & sometimes you have to even when you know it will cost you because you love them, but make sure you maintain that balance & boundary & it doesn't become to the point of them manipulating you & or hurting you.

If you are so terrified, thats a trigger from a traumatic abuser in your past. You aren't a narcissist! You are experiences an emotional trigger response to avoid anything that might hurt you like that again. FUCKING HOW MANY OF YOU!!!! OMG!!! ITS EVERYHWERE!!!

Its shit I hear, then paranoid bullshit excuses, making up things they do, to so many other shitty strategies & more that ruin everything you very much pretend to stand for. You are broken, not healed, need help, it won't be done in decades, people!!!

Somehow!!! SOME FUCKING HOW!!!! We, we are supposed to be a part of you all?! We want to join you? You aren't the ones we have to prop up by excusing your actions, letting you get away with it, running the majority of your shit jobs & tasks that make your world run? Its you all (& we are with yyooouuu, yyyaaayyy!!! *nopes out*) against them, join us big people that are not as big as them that help them gain money, every fucking video, in all corporations, in trying to continue the gov't & its laws as it is, you all who continue using I won't have what I have now, nor the comfort with it, nor being special, & so many more things, versus them.

You have no idea how ready we are for this shit to die, you don't know. Fuck you all, we all actively hate you. You defend needing corporations, the money, the fame (no you wont have it after others can join in, have a level playing field), the "special knowledge" because only the special people with special instructions you pay the extra special amount after driving specially to the special place can you practice the special knowledge to be & do the special stuff that makes you special, only those with the people that are nice & can talk correctly get to become a part of the group who gets to learn (granted this is more for those with autism & or those poor as fuck with anxiety, cptsd, etc stuff), only the people like you get to have friends because you are the ones who do *all* the work often making sure to avoid each other until needed (but thats normal), the only way for this to be joined into is through this thing that isn't a thing, but oh boy is it a thing but nobody tells me the thing, you must know the thing, lets avoid the thing, but now you don't know the thing & half of them don't know the thing, now you say the thing, they are annoyed you said the thing, now everyone knows the thing, somehow you don't think this is bad & shitty as a species we only communicate & bond constantly (lose the hair, slow the healing, have to bond & learn & communicate effective strats to keep healing going & alive longer together, know the things say the things you know, stupid die not say things) How are you not the autistic ones! seriously! what the fucking fuck! you go against all of your evolutionary history & all that makes you as a species anything at all, you fucking gabagoo garbage shit-wads.

only the right ones allowed in, oh wait, all the "right ones" are fucking shit. you example is the same as portal 1 or 2 where you fed in a bad one to fuck it all up. You are the bad examples of what to be.

You are the "normal" in you dsm!!!!???? You are the shit that dies off in the past because you were never good. You keep around shitty behavior, shitty designs, shitty societal constructs, shitty ideas of value, shitty philosophies, shitty corporations, shitty government, shitty people, shitty capitalism, shitty socialism, shitty democracy, shitty fascism, shitty everything & then complain!!!!

You make a book & all follow through together then each & every single one of you don't like the thing because it was wrong & nobody wanted to change their perceptions of their shitty selves as being shitty & included in the book. Which made it so shitty authority figures made shitty claims with shittier evidence through multiple shitty studies with shitty famous people who did shitty work to then verbal diarrhea into some shitty pages some shitty things that were only ever mostly shit.

all so good people, who were acting correctly to a shitty life, shitty society that had them dealing with a lot of shit, would stop acting correctly & becoming worse & more shitty so they could function the correct shitty way in the shitty system that was built shit-tley by worse shitty people who like being shitty, so they could be seen as shiny shit that was better shit, the best shit, always the great shit ever shitted out a shit hole & shit pipe in the shit system that turns good things into shit to be shat out.

That's the shitty lie they shit-tly conned you into believing wasn't what you were doing, while making sure they were fine with the shit they had happening to them so they could be used like shit to do less shit, worse & make even less shit at the end of it all anyways, so that way they can say more shit was done & its harder shit, so its actually really good shit, thats the better shit, but they have the best shit yet to come. like them.

so, now you aren't special shit, so socialism means your stuff will never be validated & or appreciated be afraid of it because you can't live a good life in that shit. No way, I'm much better shit than that shit. If I was made to have this person writing this have the same level of shit as me, then that would make it so I wouldn't be better than him already. Same with all my shit before no longer being as good of shit as before. We have to keep this shitty shit called capital going & a capitalism happening, because its the only shit.

So, yeah my clinic is pretty shitty, mostly full of shitty people, & shitty times, with a bunch of nothing happened but shit. I tried really hard, they said I didn't do it again their way, then I was lying, they hated I didn't trust them, gave them the information, they....did they lose it or it never happened, not filed like before I don't know what happened I know it was supposed to be, stop following up with me on that roi, I don't believe the previous before stuff that older than 7 years because you can't get it thanks to records not being kept, also fuck you patient you don't do anything but lie & I'm better than you 'cause I'm the shit that runs this shit. Just like before. Which means its not going well. Then, oh right I don't want to try because everything is shit & no one wants to help. People say they "understand" but don't want to help. People saying that I don't try (look WAAAYYYYYY UP THERE!!!) hard enough to survive & can't get me to do anything, I mean, look I know he's disabled & needs help but I don't think that much or that he even is (somehow) oh wait, I clearly am, so they hate the work needed with someone they need to help but won't admit to it & will not change their actions & will do nothing different.

Like you. My clinic is like you, all, even like my family. You choose to say, "you could do this" I can't. That you have to "something, I am saying important not true things & my perspective is garbage but I don't want to do anything other than make it about you so I don't have to do anything at all" & I don't stroke you ego & say yeah, sure. I say, done it, this is everything to that didn't work & I need you to do this.

Nothing like watching people online, so many people I've at'd, straight up exemplify the same behavior. Not liking me mocking you? No time, again? Complaining about that, for them? How come my stuff doesn't do well? I want to keep this here, or roof bla bla, meds etc, I don't have fear fight, I know people could look in & or I could but I'm just going to steal & not credit you for that stuff you came up with & or join the ones already doing it, to I don't believe it because fuck you it would kill my entire life & identity let alone social status, I don't have to, want to, or even (now I have to literally go against all the knowledge I have here) believe you are right about the very things I made entire videos explaining & agreeing with you about showing that I know it is but you now aren't.

Want to be "friends" fuck off. be a friend. Want me to somehow show up somewhere you know I can't! fuck you. want me to do something I can't, fuck you on that. Want me to have money & time for something I don't! Fuck you all just as much on that one. want me to do that thing to have that money that i can't do, fuck you with the sharpened splayed end of a rake right up your urethra! You gate keeping bourgeois suck. Self made through a bunch of people with money making sure you make it. Pushing hard & making a platform even exist.

You had it easy from the start & it was hard. Try my fucking sets & lifts, bitch! Try solving shit like I do, then going.....

FUCKING!!!! RIGHT!!! I could have just printed out this piece I can't sculpt to form for myself on a 3d printer to size correctly so I can just fit this stupid thing together, oh wait I know I can do that but I'm going to keep it in my head & know I can't just easily do that, why isn't this fucking work!!!!! IIINNNNNGGGGGG!!!!

I was stupid, I would have made things, I then would have had all these things after that would have been exactly the same, trump voted in, case managers deciding to leave, suddenly no help from the parents, lack of food, home, meds, treatment, intentional discrimination & mistreatment together with fucking malpractice level of shit, a fucking garbage community there talking behind screens illegally about my history, thinking something is something when it isn't, knowing full well my family is plotting & scheming to look nice & act nice like always...Standard ass social engineering.

They don't apologize, I need to fix it, somehow prove my disability with them (AGAIN!! EACH FUCKING GOD DAMN SHITTY CASE MANAGER, THEN ITS EVEN WORSE BECAUSE HOLY SHIT WHY IS IT BAD I CAN'T DO SOMETHING & THEY LOOK AT ME ANNOYED & ANGRY I CAN'T & MY EMOTIONS ARE NOT WANTING TO BECAUSE OF THE TRAUMA I HAVE!!! YOU FUCKING RETARDS!!!) instead of them even being able to do treatment, having to hear I need inpatient because they can't even do basics!!!!

fuck you. You are the ones incompetent. Perpitude. Not even a word. Not wrong though, completely you are.

I'm stupid...Yeah...Stupid in a way that tries to save me from what's to come because it hasn't changed once. The same pattern, parents got involved too, sped up the homelessness. Shitty clinic, this one here is better in the broken system. Believe us. Trust us. Show us that our broken system works, that you'll have SSI even & while you live in poverty everything will be better because, its better than not that. We can't have disableds coming around here messing up our "let them eat cake" bourgeois party. We are cool. Don't let them join or having anything & stop believing he deserves our help, us to approach, or anything. WE, yes we, are the good ones, here here *toasts like a shit-wad gabagoo* and all that!

I actively plot for my brighter future & will be gleeful in all ways to watch you all suffer & die horribly. Leaving on that spaceship airship, you fuck tards & you ain't stopping me. You can fucking get wrecked by the next pandemic & or garbage nazi shitwad to anything else.

[sakuraswordly]

Abstract

The Standard Model of particle physics describes electromagnetic, weak, and strong interactions, which are three of the four known fundamental forces of nature. The unification of the fourth interaction, gravity, with the Standard Model has been challenging due to incompatibilities of the underlying theories—general relativity and quantum field theory. While quantum field theory utilizes compact, finite-dimensional symmetries associated with the internal degrees of freedom of quantum fields, general relativity is based on noncompact, infinite-dimensional external space-time symmetries. The present work aims at deriving the gauge theory of gravity using compact, finite-dimensional symmetries in a way that resembles the formulation of the fundamental interactions of the Standard Model. For our eight-spinor representation of the Lagrangian, we define a quantity, called the space-time dimension field, which enables extracting four-dimensional space-time quantities from the eight-dimensional spinors. Four U(1) symmetries of the components of the space-time dimension field are used to derive a gauge theory, called unified gravity. The stress-energy-momentum tensor source term of gravity follows directly from these symmetries. The metric tensor enters in unified gravity through geometric conditions. We show how the teleparallel equivalent of general relativity in the Weitzenböck gauge is obtained from unified gravity by a gravity-gauge-field-dependent geometric condition. Unified gravity also enables a gravity-gauge-field-independent geometric condition that leads to an exact description of gravity in the Minkowski metric. This differs from the use of metric in general relativity, where the metric depends on the gravitational field by definition. Based on the Minkowski metric, unified gravity allows us to describe gravity within a single coherent mathematical framework together with the quantum fields of all fundamental interactions of the Standard Model. We present the Feynman rules for unified gravity and study the renormalizability and radiative corrections of the theory at one-loop order. The equivalence principle is formulated by requiring that the renormalized values of the inertial and gravitational masses are equal. In contrast to previous gauge theories of gravity, all infinities that are encountered in the calculations of loop diagrams can be absorbed by the redefinition of the small number of parameters of the theory in the same way as in the gauge theories of the Standard Model. This result and our observation that unified gravity fulfills the Becchi–Rouet–Stora–Tyutin (BRST) symmetry and its coupling constant is dimensionless suggest that unified gravity can provide the basis for a complete, renormalizable theory of quantum gravity.

[saraswatihospital]

The Role of MRI in Diagnosing Brain Disorders

Medical imaging has revolutionized the field of diagnostics, enabling doctors to identify and treat complex conditions with precision and accuracy. Among the various imaging techniques, Magnetic Resonance Imaging (MRI) has emerged as a cornerstone in diagnosing brain disorders. At Saraswati Hospitals, we leverage advanced MRI technology to provide our patients with the best possible care.

Understanding MRI: A Non-Invasive Diagnostic Tool

MRI is a non-invasive imaging technique that uses powerful magnets, radio waves, and a computer to generate detailed images of the brain and other body parts. Unlike X-rays or CT scans, MRI does not use ionizing radiation, making it a safer option, especially for repeated scans.

Why MRI is Crucial for Brain Disorders?

The brain is an intricate organ, and diagnosing its disorders requires a highly detailed view of its structure and function. MRI is uniquely suited for this purpose due to its ability to:

Provide High-Resolution Images: MRI offers exceptional clarity, enabling doctors to visualize even the smallest abnormalities.

Differentiate Between Tissue Types: MRI can distinguish between gray matter, white matter, and cerebrospinal fluid, which is critical in identifying specific conditions.

Identify Functional Changes: Functional MRI (fMRI) can monitor brain activity, aiding in the diagnosis of conditions like epilepsy and stroke.

Common Brain Disorders Diagnosed Using MRI

MRI plays a pivotal role in diagnosing a wide range of brain disorders, including:

Stroke: MRI helps detect ischemic strokes (caused by a lack of blood flow) and hemorrhagic strokes (caused by bleeding).

Brain Tumors: MRI can identify tumors, determine their size, and assess whether they are benign or malignant.

Multiple Sclerosis (MS): MRI is the gold standard for diagnosing MS by revealing lesions in the brain and spinal cord.

Alzheimer's Disease and Dementia: MRI can detect early signs of neurodegeneration, helping in early intervention.

Traumatic Brain Injury (TBI): MRI reveals damage to the brain caused by accidents or injuries.

Epilepsy: MRI can locate the source of seizures, aiding in effective treatment planning.

Advanced MRI Techniques

At Saraswati Hospitals, we utilize cutting-edge MRI techniques to enhance diagnostic accuracy:

Diffusion Tensor Imaging (DTI): Maps brain pathways and detects microstructural changes.

Magnetic Resonance Spectroscopy (MRS): Analyzes chemical changes in the brain, useful for diagnosing metabolic disorders.

Perfusion MRI: Measures blood flow in the brain, crucial for stroke and tumor assessment.

Benefits of MRI in Diagnosing Brain Disorders

Early Detection: MRI can identify abnormalities before symptoms appear, enabling timely intervention.

Non-Invasive and Painless: Patients can undergo MRI without the need for surgery or injections.

Real-Time Monitoring: MRI is invaluable for tracking the progression of conditions and the effectiveness of treatments.

Comprehensive Insights: From structural abnormalities to functional impairments, MRI provides a holistic view of the brain.

Conclusion

MRI has transformed the diagnosis and management of brain disorders, offering unparalleled accuracy and detail. At Saraswati Hospitals, our expert team and state-of-the-art MRI facilities ensure that you receive a precise diagnosis and personalized treatment plan. If you or a loved one is experiencing neurological symptoms, don’t hesitate to consult our specialists. Early diagnosis can make all the difference.

[news24-amit]

The Future of AI Hardware: Trends Shaping the Deep Learning Chipset Market

According to the latest research report by Transparency Market Research (TMR), the global deep learning chipset market is poised for exponential growth. Driven by the unprecedented surge in data volumes and advanced algorithms, the market is expected to quintuple from approximately USD 6.4 billion in 2019 to nearly USD 35.2 billion by 2027, expanding at a robust compound annual growth rate (CAGR) of around 24%.

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Market Overview

The artificial intelligence (AI) revolution continues to reshape numerous industry verticals—from healthcare and automotive to aerospace & defense and consumer electronics. At the heart of this transformation lies the deep learning chipset market, which has evolved significantly from early neural network models to sophisticated deep learning architectures. High volumes of data required for training and inference, coupled with rapid technological advancements, are catalyzing the widespread adoption of these chipsets across multiple applications.

TMR’s research highlights that while deep learning chipsets have traditionally powered data centers, a notable trend is emerging where a majority of processing is expected to move closer to the sensor arrays—driving innovation in edge computing and next-generation consumer devices.

Top Market Trends

High Demand for Advanced AI Processing: The surge in digitally generated data, propelled by IoT and high-resolution content, has spurred demand for chipsets that can efficiently process complex deep learning and machine learning models.

Shift to Edge Processing: Although data centers have historically been the primary users, companies are increasingly focusing on embedding deep learning capabilities in consumer devices such as security cameras, drones, smartphones, and AR/VR headsets.

Integration of Enhanced Graphical Capabilities: Technological advancements in graphic processing units (GPUs) have ushered in a new era where chipsets now combine high-resolution image processing with state-of-the-art computational capabilities. This is exemplified by recent innovations that have dramatically improved energy efficiency and performance.

Key Players and Latest Developments

Several industry titans and innovative startups are vying for a leading position in this rapidly evolving market. Key players include IBM Corporation, Graphcore Ltd, CEVA, Inc., Advanced Micro Devices, Inc., NVIDIA Corporation, Intel Corporation, Movidius, XILINX INC., TeraDeep Inc., QUALCOMM Incorporated, and Alphabet Inc.

Recent strategic developments have further intensified competition:

Huawei unveiled its Ascend 910 and Ascend 310 AI chips in August 2019, with the former delivering up to 256 TeraFLOPS for advanced processing.

Hailo made headlines in May 2019 by launching the Hailo-8, the first deep learning processor specifically engineered for devices such as drones, smartphones, and smart cameras.

NVIDIA Corporation introduced a breakthrough chip in June 2018, featuring six processing units including a 512-core Volta Tensor Core GPU, an eight-core Carmel Arm64 CPU, and specialized accelerators—all designed to offer unprecedented performance while consuming significantly lower power.

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Deep Learning Chipset Market – Segmentation

Type

Graphics Processing Units (GPUs)

Central Processing Units (CPUs)

Application Specific

Integrated Circuits (ASICs)

Field Programmable Gate Arrays (FPGAs)

Others

Compute Capacity

Low

High

End User

Consumer Electronics

Automotive

Industrial

Healthcare

Aerospace & Defense

Others

Region

North America

Europe

Asia Pacific

Middle East & Africa

South America

Consumer Industry Impact

The integration of deep learning chipsets is revolutionizing consumer electronics. Devices ranging from augmented reality/virtual reality (AR/VR) headsets and smart speakers to next-generation smartphones are now equipped with advanced AI processing capabilities. This has not only enhanced user engagement and satisfaction but also driven manufacturers to invest heavily in chipset innovation to meet the evolving demands of the market.

As deep learning facilitates enhanced cognitive functions such as reasoning, learning, and perception, it is expected to further transform industries by enabling smarter, more intuitive devices that better interact with human users.

Future Outlook

Looking ahead, the deep learning chipset market is set to experience remarkable growth, underpinned by:

Continued Technological Advancements: Ongoing innovations in chipset fabrication and design will unlock new applications, particularly in areas requiring real-time data processing at the edge.

Expanding Market Applications: Beyond consumer electronics, sectors such as automotive, industrial, healthcare, and aerospace & defense are anticipated to increasingly leverage deep learning chipsets to improve operational efficiency and safety.

Strategic Industry Collaborations: As companies align their R&D efforts with emerging market trends, strategic partnerships and collaborations are expected to drive further breakthroughs in AI hardware.

More Trending Reports: Chiplets Market: It is estimated to advance at a CAGR of 46.47% from 2024 to 2034 and reach US$ 5,55,019.19 Mn by the end of 2034

Magnetoresistive (MR) Sensors Market: It is estimated to advance at a CAGR of 5.57% from 2024 to 2034 and reach US$ 764.39 Mn by the end of 2034

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[govindhtech]

NVIDIA NVLink Revolutionizing GPU-Accelerated Computing

For GPU and CPU processors in accelerated systems, NVLink is a high-speed link that drives data and computations to useful outcomes. Once limited to high-performance computers in government research facilities, accelerated computing has become widely available.

AI supercomputers are being used by banks, automakers, factories, hospitals, merchants, and others to handle the increasing amounts of data that they must process and comprehend.

These strong, effective systems are computing superhighways. On their lightning-fast trip to actionable answers, they transport calculations and data via parallel routes.

The resources along the route are CPU and GPU processors, and their onramps are quick connections. NVLink is the industry standard for accelerated computing interconnects.

What is NVLink?

A reliable software protocol creates the high-speed link between GPUs and CPUs known as NVLink, which usually runs on many wire pairs printed on a computer board. It enables lightning-fast data transmission and reception across processors from shared memory pools.Image Credit To NVIDIA

At speeds of up to 900 gigabytes per second (GB/s), NVLink, which is now in its fourth iteration, links host and accelerated processors.

The bandwidth of PCIe Gen 5, the link found in traditional x86 servers, is more than seven times that amount. Additionally, because NVLink uses just 1.3 picojoules per bit for data transfers, it has five times the energy efficiency of PCIe Gen 5.

History of NVLink

With each successive NVIDIA GPU architecture, NVLink has improved in tandem since its initial release as a GPU connection with the NVIDIA P100 GPU.Image Credit To NVIDIA

When NVLink first connected the GPUs and CPUs in two of the most potent supercomputers in the world, Summit and Sierra, in 2018, it gained significant attention in the field of high performance computing.

Installed in Oak Ridge and Lawrence Livermore National Laboratories, the systems are advancing science in areas like drug development and catastrophe forecasting, among others.

Bandwidth Doubles, Then Grows Again

The third-generation NVLink, which came with a dozen interconnects in each NVIDIA A100 Tensor Core GPU, increased the maximum capacity per GPU to 600GB/s in 2020.

AI supercomputers in cloud computing services, business data centers, and HPC laboratories worldwide are powered by the A100.

One NVIDIA H100 Tensor Core GPU now contains eighteen fourth-generation NVLink interconnects. Additionally, the technology has assumed a new, strategic function that will allow for the world’s most sophisticated CPUs and accelerators.

A Chip-to-Chip Link

A board-level connection called NVIDIA NVLink-C2C is used to combine two processors onto a single device, forming a superchip. For instance, the NVIDIA Grace CPU Superchip, a processor designed to provide energy-efficient performance for cloud, corporate, and HPC customers, combines two CPU chips to produce 144 Arm Neoverse V2 cores.

A Grace CPU and a Hopper GPU are additionally joined via NVIDIA NVLink-C2C to form the Grace Hopper Superchip. It combines accelerated computation for the most demanding AI and HPC tasks on a single chip.

One of the first to employ Grace Hopper will be Alps, an AI supercomputer slated for the Swiss National Computing Center. The high-performance supercomputer will tackle huge research challenges in domains ranging from quantum chemistry to astrophysics when it goes online later this year.Image Credit To NVIDIA

Additionally, Grace and Grace Hopper are excellent in reducing energy consumption in demanding cloud computing tasks.

The Grace Hopper processor, for instance, is perfect for recommender systems. In order to provide billions of users with trillions of results every day, these internet economic engines require quick and effective access to large amounts of data.

A potent system-on-chip for automakers that incorporates NVIDIA Hopper, Grace, and Ada Lovelace processors and uses NVLink. NVIDIA DRIVE Thor is a vehicle computer that integrates cognitive features including entertainment, automatic driving, parking, digital instrument cluster, and more into a single architecture.

LEGO Links of Computing

NVLink functions similarly to the socket that is imprinted onto a LEGO component. It serves as the foundation for constructing supersystems to handle the most challenging AI and HPC tasks.

For instance, an NVIDIA DGX system’s eight GPUs’ NVLinks exchange quick, direct connections using NVSwitch chips. When combined, they allow for an NVLink network in which each server’s GPU functions as a single system.

DGX workstations itself may be stacked into modular units of 32 servers to provide even higher performance, forming a strong, effective computing cluster.

Using an NVLink network within the DGX and an NVIDIA Quantum-2 switched InfiniBand fabric between them, users may integrate a modular block of 32 DGX devices into a single AI supercomputer. An NVIDIA DGX H100 SuperPOD, for instance, has 256 H100 GPUs to provide up to an exaflop of the best AI performance.

Users may access cloud-based AI supercomputers, like the one Microsoft Azure is constructing with tens of thousands of A100 and H100 GPUs, to achieve even higher performance. Some of the biggest generative AI models in the world are trained using this service by organizations like OpenAI.

Additionally, it serves as another illustration of the potential of accelerated computing.

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The Future of Tensor Processing Units in Machine Learning

As machine learning continues to evolve, the demand for specialized hardware that can efficiently handle complex computations is more critical than ever. Tensor Processing Units (TPUs), developed by Google, have emerged as a cornerstone of modern AI infrastructure, providing unmatched performance for machine learning tasks. This blog explores the future of TPUs in machine learning, highlighting their advancements, potential applications, and the challenges they may face.

Advancements in TPU Technology

TPUs have undergone significant transformations since their inception, with each generation offering improvements in performance and efficiency. The latest iteration, TPU v5, known as Trillium, boasts over 4.7 times the compute performance per chip compared to its predecessor, TPU v4. This leap in capability allows for the training of more advanced AI models and supports the growing computational demands of generative AI applications like Google DeepMind's Gemini 1.5 Flash and Imagen 3.

Key advancements include:

Increased Power Efficiency: Each new generation of TPUs has focused on enhancing power efficiency while boosting computational capabilities. Innovations such as liquid cooling systems and optical circuit switches have been introduced to manage heat and improve data transfer rates within TPU pods .

Scalability: TPUs can be deployed in pods, allowing organizations to scale their computational resources seamlessly. This scalability is crucial for handling large datasets and complex models without requiring significant code modifications.

Integration with AI Frameworks: TPUs are increasingly compatible with popular machine learning frameworks beyond TensorFlow, including PyTorch and JAX. This flexibility allows developers to leverage TPUs across a broader range of applications 

Potential Applications

The future of TPUs is bright, with numerous applications across various sectors:

Generative AI: As generative models become more prevalent, TPUs will play a vital role in training these complex architectures efficiently. Their ability to handle large-scale computations will enable advancements in creative applications such as text generation, image synthesis, and video production.

Natural Language Processing (NLP): TPUs are already being utilized for NLP tasks that require rapid processing of vast amounts of text data. Future developments may enhance their capabilities in real-time translation and sentiment analysis.

Healthcare Innovations: In fields like genomics and drug discovery, TPUs can accelerate the analysis of large datasets, leading to faster breakthroughs in medical research and personalized medicine.

Autonomous Systems: TPUs can support the real-time processing requirements of autonomous vehicles and robotics, where quick decision-making based on sensor data is crucial.

Challenges Ahead

Despite their advantages, TPUs face several challenges that could impact their future:

Specialization Limitations: While TPUs excel at tensor operations, their specialization may limit their utility for tasks outside of machine learning or for frameworks not optimized for TPU usage This could hinder adoption among developers who prefer flexibility.

Cloud Dependency: Currently, TPUs are primarily available through Google Cloud services. Organizations looking for on-premises solutions may find this model restrictive, especially if they require localized processing capabilities.

Competition from Other Accelerators: As the landscape of AI hardware evolves, competition from other accelerators like GPUs and emerging technologies could challenge TPUs' market position. Continuous innovation will be necessary to maintain their edge .

Conclusion

The future of Tensor Processing Units in machine learning is poised for significant growth as they continue to evolve alongside advancements in AI technology. With increased performance, scalability, and integration capabilities, TPUs are set to become even more integral to the development of sophisticated AI applications across various industries. However, addressing challenges related to specialization and accessibility will be crucial for maximizing their potential.As organizations increasingly seek efficient solutions to meet their machine learning needs, TPUs will likely remain at the forefront of this technological revolution.

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4 Best Machine Learning Projects on GitHub

There are many popular machine learning projects on GitHub, which cover everything from basic algorithms to complex applications. Here are four particularly popular machine learning projects:

1. TensorFlow Introduction: TensorFlow is the second-generation machine learning system released by Google. It is an open source machine learning library for numerical computing, especially the training of large-scale neural networks. It uses data flow graphs for numerical computing. The nodes in the graph represent mathematical operations, and the edges represent multidimensional arrays (tensors) flowing between nodes. TensorFlow supports multiple programming languages, including Python, C++, and Java.

Features:

Flexible: can be deployed on desktops, servers, or mobile devices.

Automatic differentiation: supports gradient-based machine learning algorithms.

Efficient Python interface: easy for users to express ideas.

Application: TensorFlow is widely used in various fields, including speech recognition (such as speech recognition in Google App), image search (such as image search in Google Photos), etc.

2. PyTorch Introduction: PyTorch is an open source machine learning library developed by Facebook, focusing on deep learning applications. It provides two main features: Tensor computing with powerful GPU acceleration and a tape-based automatic programming system for building deep neural networks.

Features:

Dynamic computational graph: Unlike the static computational graph of TensorFlow, PyTorch uses dynamic computational graphs, making debugging and prototyping easier. Pythonic style: Its API design is more in line with Python programming habits. Rich ecosystem: It has a large community and a large number of third-party library support. Application: PyTorch is very popular in academic research and industry, and is used in various deep learning projects.

3. Scikit-learn Introduction: Scikit-learn is a Python module for machine learning, built on SciPy. It provides simple and efficient data mining and data analysis tools, and is one of the commonly used libraries for data scientists and machine learning engineers.

Features:

Simple operation: Provides an easy-to-use API. Comprehensive functions: Covers a variety of machine learning tasks such as classification, regression, clustering, and data dimensionality reduction. High reusability: Supports reusing models in various scenarios. Application: Scikit-learn is widely used in various data mining and machine learning projects.

4. OpenPose Introduction: OpenPose is a multi-person key point detection library developed and maintained by CMU’s Perceptual Computing Laboratory. It can help us detect the position of a person in an image or video in real time and identify key points (such as joints).

Features:

Strong real-time performance: It can detect key points in real time in a video stream. High precision: It can accurately identify multiple key points of the human body. Wide application: It can be used in many fields such as motion capture and behavior analysis. Application: OpenPose is widely used in sports analysis, virtual reality, game development and other fields.

The above four projects are very popular machine learning projects on GitHub, each of which has unique advantages and a wide range of application scenarios. Whether you are a beginner or a senior machine learning engineer, you can find learning resources and application cases suitable for you in these projects.