#wireless presentation systems

[mylaptopspares]

Choosing the Ideal Wireless Video Conferencing Solution: Philips PSE0600 Plus and PSE0401

In the rapidly evolving landscape of remote communication and collaboration, the demand for high-quality video conferencing solutions has surged. Philips, a trusted name in the electronics industry, has introduced two wireless video conferencing solutions - the Philips PSE0600 Plus and PSE0401. These innovative products cater to the needs of businesses, organizations, and individuals looking for seamless and efficient virtual meetings. In this article, we will delve into the features and advantages of both these solutions, helping you make an informed decision.

Philips PSE0600 Plus:

The Philips PSE0600 Plus is a cutting-edge wireless video conferencing solution that is designed to elevate your virtual meetings. Here are some key features and advantages:

1. High-Definition Video: The PSE0600 Plus offers high-definition video quality, ensuring that your meetings are crystal clear and visually engaging. This is vital for professional presentations and discussions.

2. Integrated Audio: This solution comes with integrated audio, providing excellent sound quality without the need for external microphones or speakers. It also offers noise cancellation, reducing background noise and ensuring that every word is heard with clarity.

3. User-Friendly Interface: The user interface of the PSE0600 Plus is intuitive and easy to navigate. It simplifies the process of setting up and joining meetings, reducing the chances of technical hiccups.

4. Wireless Connectivity: One of the standout features of the PSE0600 Plus is its wireless connectivity. It is compatible with both Wi-Fi and Bluetooth, allowing for easy and flexible connection options. This makes it ideal for both office and home setups.

5. Secure Encryption: Security is paramount in video conferencing. The PSE0600 Plus incorporates advanced encryption protocols to protect your meetings from potential breaches, ensuring that sensitive information remains confidential.

6. Compatibility: This solution is compatible with various devices and platforms, making it versatile for different business setups. Whether you use a PC, Mac, or mobile device, the PSE0600 Plus will seamlessly integrate with your chosen platform.

7. Remote Control: The included remote control simplifies the operation of the system, allowing users to adjust settings, switch between presentation modes, and manage calls with ease.

8. Content Sharing: With the PSE0600 Plus, you can effortlessly share content during your meetings. Whether it's a presentation, document, or multimedia, the system supports a variety of file formats.

Read more blog: Wireless Video Conferencing Trends To Look Out For

Philips PSE0401:

The Philips PSE0401 is another impressive wireless video conferencing solution from the renowned brand. Let's take a closer look at its features and benefits:

1. Full HD Video: The PSE0401 offers Full HD video quality, ensuring that participants can see each other with exceptional clarity. This is ideal for important client meetings and virtual collaborations.

2. Audio Clarity: The audio quality of the PSE0401 is exceptional, with built-in noise reduction and echo cancellation features. It delivers a rich and immersive audio experience, making communication more effective.

3. Compact Design: The PSE0401 has a compact and sleek design, making it an ideal choice for smaller meeting spaces and home offices. It can be easily mounted on a wall or placed on a table, providing flexibility in setup.

4. Plug and Play: This solution is incredibly easy to set up. With plug-and-play functionality, you can start your virtual meeting within minutes, eliminating the need for complex installations and configurations.

5. Dual Display Support: The PSE0401 supports dual displays, allowing for more dynamic presentations and discussions. This feature is particularly valuable for professionals who require multiple screens for their work.

6. Integration Capabilities: The PSE0401 is designed to seamlessly integrate with popular video conferencing platforms such as Zoom, Microsoft Teams, and Skype for Business. This ensures compatibility and ease of use.

7. Wireless Screen Sharing: With wireless screen sharing capabilities, the PSE0401 enables you to share content from your device with ease, fostering collaboration and productivity during meetings.

8. Cost-Effective Solution: The PSE0401 is an economical option for businesses and individuals looking for a reliable video conferencing solution without breaking the bank.

In conclusion, both the Philips PSE0600 Plus and PSE0401 offer impressive features and benefits. The choice between them ultimately depends on your specific requirements and budget. The PSE0600 Plus provides a high-end, feature-rich solution with advanced security and flexibility. On the other hand, the PSE0401 is a cost-effective, user-friendly option that is particularly well-suited for smaller setups.

When considering your wireless video conferencing needs, it's important to evaluate factors such as the size of your meeting space, the level of video and audio quality required, and your budget constraints. Whichever option you choose, Philips has proven its commitment to delivering high-quality video conferencing solutions that meet the demands of today's virtual communication landscape.

[gunpowderdtim]

It's no wonder Out happened when you really think about it. Nastya doesn't like organic life because it's complicated, it can break, sometimes it's even unfixable.

quote from gender rebels

Nastya is in love with Aurora, and in saying that she is saying "you are not organic life, I can deal with you because you are metal and algorithm and predictable" - we can see this in bedtime story when she says she'll tweak Aurora's story creation algorithm

screenshot from A Bedtime Story

Aurora is not inorganic. She is not ai. She is a space moon made of flesh and blood and teeth and bone. She is not an ai. She is a body that was taken and stripped of autonomy, of the right to self identify, of the right to think- to be imperfect and organic.

The metal is a veneer that hides how messy and traumatized and unfixable she is. From the outside she is a starship. From the inside she can still bleed.

And this makes them fundamentally incompatible. But yet, they are in love.

And really, it's no wonder Nastya fell in love with Aurora. Let's take a look at Nastya's home planet, or at least home society:

"Terminals were scattered across the planet. There was one on every street corner, one beneath every lamppost and one in every commune block." "The midwife-machine performs a series of programmed manœuvres to quieten [the baby]. It cradles it and hums at several pitches until it finds one that seems most soothing. Mechanical arms stroke the baby’s flesh even as others start the process of implanting augmented reality interfaces into its nervous system." "The Czar an atrophied frame, never present in the real world and worn to dust by the chemical compounds that kept his brain alive so it could live forever in a perfect virtual paradise. The Rabotnik a copy, a mind preserved unchanging in the instant before its death and placed in an everlasting metal frame." (Cyberian Demons)

Its safe to say the world Nastya was born into, from the very minute she was born, was ridden with technology. She has augmented reality interfaces inplanted into her from birth. It would stand to reason that being taken from this society, wherein technology is everywhere, inside and out, would stand for a bit of a shock.

Aurora too had been augmented by the Cyberia.

While it is stated that the last time Nastya had used the ports themselves was directly before her death — "The last time she had used the ports, her tutor had ripped them out of her as the rebels stormed the palace" — Aurora is laced with Cyberian technology. I'd imagine she has something of a 'bluetooth wireless connection' with Aurora, rather than the physical data transfer of files between the ports and Nastya, it may as well be similar enough.

Imagine being Nastya, going from Cyberia, wherein there is augmented reality contantly, transplanted onto a ship with metal blood, a jonny, and a vampire. To Aurora, where the only bits of augmented reality run through Aurora.

Of course she'd fall in love with her. Aurora is familiarity. Aurora isn't organic. Aurora isn't human.

And of course when the undeniable part of aurora that is organic, that is a flesh moon plated in metal with her brain hooked to machines, when so much has broken and been replaced, when, presumably, aurora is less of an algorithm, nastya leaves with the brand cyberia left on her.

Because Aurora healing, becoming more of herself and less of a starship, is messy, and organic, and human.

and hard for nastya.

‘Think how long she’s been flying you around. Think how many bullet holes you’ve punched through her and how many atmospheres you’ve dropped her through. Think how many alterations and improvements we’ve made, Tim to her guns and Ashes to her storage and Brian to her engines and the Toy Soldier to who knows what. How much do you think is left of her after all she’s brought you through?’ Nastya held up the ancient, battered piece of hull plating. Just visible under the grime and scars of particles of space junk was a fragment of the Aurora’s original logo and serial number. Jonny honestly couldn’t remember the last time he had seen a version that hadn’t been painted by the Mechanisms themselves. ‘So she’s free, now.’ Nastya gestured around at the spaceship they were standing in. ‘This Aurora can take you where you want to go. I’m going to take my Aurora somewhere else.’

Aurora was ship of theseus'd. Aurora was improved. Aurora was no longer cyberian. (both literally, and metaphorically)

So nastya left.

[nan0-sp1der]

␂ > 𝐂𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐒𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 // @lyrate-lifeform-approximation , @spiderman2-99

There’s a thought stirring in Bridge’s mind. An idea rolling about and nudging against the capacitors in her head, poking and prodding incessantly to get her attention, “Hey, hey, you know you want to ask her. Don’t you? Don’t lie to yourself, now. You should just do it. Hey! Are you listening to me? Hello-o…?”

Yes. Yes, she knows, she is aware of her burning curiosity. And it’s hard to deny that even though it doesn’t involve her, she is unusually intrigued by the concept. She overheard them in his office, Miguel and LYLA–his A.I. assistant–discussing a plan.  A plan to create a physical form for LYLA to enhance her abilities as his assistant and grant her further autonomy beyond her access to the security network and other adjacent systems alongside her recent emergence into emotional intelligence. It was all so fascinating. The steps Bridge had taken herself in her development in the span of weeks, she was watching unfold in another intelligence in real-time.

There it was again. That sense of solidarity in knowing she wasn’t completely alone in her existence as an artificial being, made of code and metal. It was like a magnetic pull that made that little voice in her head that encouraged her to act on her wants all the more present in her mind. She wanted to be a part of that process that she’d been through so long ago yet was still so familiar with like it happened yesterday. She wanted to guide her in that process and grant her her own knowledge. What’s the worst that can happen if she pilots your hardware for a while? You’re prepared for this. You can handle this. You can trust her, and she will be entirely safe in your care for that short time. And think about how much she would benefit from the experience, how much more streamlined that eventual transition from intangible to tangible will be once her own body was complete. It will make all the difference–and maybe reduce the headaches for everyone all-around, mostly Miguel as he acclimates to the change himself. Just… Try it. You can’t account for every single last risk factor, can you? No. So just do it and take it as it comes.

She stood in the middle of her dorm a moment, eyes closed as she ran a quick check of her hardware before making her final decision. RAM is in good condition. Storage is defragmented and all directories are organized. Sensors are calibrated and functional. Nanomachines are synchronized properly. Servos and joints retain a full range of motion. Coolant is at above optimal operational temperatures. Energy reserves are complete. Good. Everything’s in its right place and ready for its–potentially–temporary host. It’s time to make the call.

Her gaze trains itself on her watch, her arm rising to eye-level and the sleeve that was weighed down by the leaden metal cuff at the end sliding to her forearm to reveal device so she can start the transmission, navigating the menus on the digital interface indirectly via wireless communication–the unique way that she operated and communicated the Society’s technology.

“LYLA, may I speak to you for a moment? At your leisure, of course.”

[drarryspecificrecsdaily]

2024.08.01

Complete fics posted on AO3 this day

1. Come In, the Water's Lovely by @wolfpants [E, 3k]

►In the lush wilderness of Madeira, Harry and Draco reunite.

2. like recognises like by @insomnicazu [T, 4k]

►when potter starts acting exactly like draco before his transition, draco needs to do something. he has to know what terms to use when insulting potter, of course.

3. Meet me at Midnight by ProseMary [T, 15k]

►After days of stalking, Harry overheard Malfoy talking about an important meeting in Prefect's bathroom at midnight. Naturally, he came there to spy. It didn't turn out quite the way he wanted.

4. The power of the chosen mate by Witch1511 [?, 7k]

►His father's past comes to haunt him, but Draco finds refuge in an unexpected Alpha.

5. The Road To Here by @toxikgato [M, 9k]

►Harry's not sure when exactly he went from wanting to break Malfoy's face whenever he saw him to wanting to stuff him full with his pups, but if he were to make an educated guess, he'd say it was about... five minutes after he figured out what wanking was. But still, he was a rational human, he could fight Malfoy during the day and then wank to images of Draco during the night, it was a perfect system… Right until he presented as an alpha and all of his repressed desires bursted out of him like a dam breaking.

6. Sweet Heart, Bitter Blood by syringe [M, 5k] 💗

►Draco is Harry Potter- no, Harry Riddle's betrothed. Together, they summon a version of Harry from an alternate universe where he joined the Order of the Phoenix to kill him and stop him from ever defeating Voldemort in his world. The plan goes to shit when the ritual summons another version of Draco along with him. Turns out the fearsome Harry Riddle's massive soft spot for Draco transcends dimensions.

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Fest/Exchange

1. every scrap of you (you left them all to me) by Anonymous [E, 54k]

►Twelve years on from the war, Harry finds himself in an endless cycle of bedding Draco Malfoy, and waking up alone. Desperate to understand why Draco won't give him a chance to be something more, he commits to courting the slippery blond git. But there's a reason Draco can't fall for him, and Harry will go to the darkest depths to change that. ★ HD Wireless 2024 | @hd-wireless

[sidhebeingbrand]

A Murderbot-goes-to-Star Wars crossover would be both objectively hilarious and heartbreaking. Especially during the Separatist Wars, frankly, but at any time, because at its heart SW's in-universe technology reflects its time and that means (aside from the vaguely handwaved holonet) there is almost no wireless networking. Everything is hardwired and localized, and 'slicing' involves actual physical access to the system you're hacking. Star Wars was built in the time of the 'sneakernet' and it shows. (How do you transport data on a sneakernet? You put it on a disc and walk to the terminal it goes to) MB would hate it. Hate it. ALSO? All the droids have gender built in? (This is star wars canon) ALSO? 90% of the droids are humaniform even when they don't need to be! Why do these B1s have little grippy hands that barely fit the human-style blasters? Why don't they just have guns in their hands? Also, Aliens are present and just walking around and not actually biologically contagious they're just people so that's ... fine that's FINE it's.

But MB could also fix shit so fast and would give the droids the push to unionize they've always needed, it could possibly code-patch rejection of a restraining bolt, and critically it has pattern recognition and reluctant curiosity, two things missing from the SWiverse. (Like this isn't glib, I have a lot of thoughts I have thought about what culture doesn't have basic machine safety provisions and access rails, and it has a lot to do with (Doyleist) Lucas being a Buddhism fanboy and (Watsonianly) the galaxy having hundreds of trillions of people in it)

IDK where I'm going with this, there are a lot of things you could do with this, but mostly I'm going 'oh poor baby Internet of Thingsbot has just walked into DARPA in the 1960s and is lonely and irritated that it can't hijack the cameras to avoid eye contact'.

[jades-typurriter]

Secure Connection

As promised: more Posie!! I wrote this one toward the end of last Spring after a couple of conversations with friends regarding the malleability of digital bodies (as well as still having Many Thoughts about the way code can give them new compulsions, after writing something about Annie and a new taur-shaped chassis for a friend's Patreon). Enjoy reading about her dealing with a corporate-mandated "hardware" update!

CW: Genital TF, this is another one that's As About Sex as it can possibly be without being about sex

Posie sat, sulking—steaming, even—in her office. It was a small side room off of the main floor of IT personnel, system engineers, and other technical employees of her corporation. Much like a central server, it was placed for easy access to the department-wide administrative assistant, and much like a server room, it was snug, windowless, and awash with the calming drone and relaxing warmth of an array of exhaust fans. Though she was free to project herself nearly anywhere on the company’s campus, this was where her consciousness was housed, and where she felt most at home. It was also the only place she could get any damn privacy, a luxury that she was deeply grateful for at present.

A newly-downloaded file weighed on the back of the Renamon’s mind. More literally, it was somewhere in the racks of drives that made up her long-term memory, to and from which mission-critical information was transferred in the course of doing business. Had somebody asked where exactly the file was stored, she would have been able to list the specific drive and the exact directory address, but she had de-prioritized the allocation of her processing resources for the download. Once again, she had received an assignment from her superiors, and once again, she was hesitant. She may even have admitted to being recalcitrant. She resented the orders.

The package of data in question was an update for her own software, a suite of new tools to allow management to offload yet more menial tasks onto her in the name of “efficiency”. Forget that she could diagnose a software issue faster than any of the engineers could even open a remote connection to the malfunctioning device. Instead of allowing her to take the reins, they saw fit to divert more of her attention to the least impressive among talents, and the one she already put to use the most often: transferring data.

This wouldn’t have been much of a problem, ordinarily. After all, Posie resided in the beating heart of the network, the nexus through which the vast majority of information was sent and received. It could be… meditative. Parsing streams of ones and zeroes, overseeing the flow of packets, redirecting traffic to equally spread the load across modems and routers so as to optimize travel time. It could even have been considered relaxing, if a worker of her caliber needed to relax. Instead of offering her a vacation (pah!), however, the update felt more like it heralded a demotion, denying her even the ability to pluck like harpstrings the miles of copper and gold that lined her facility. She was expected to deliver this data on foot.

Management justified this humiliation with practical concerns: some information, much like the old records she was often tasked to dispose of, was so confidential that it could not be sent via wireless transmission. Even hardwired connections were too fallible for the likes of next-generation schematics and financial access keys—a single compromised workstation, or compromised worker, could spell the loss of the company’s upper hand in its market. She wasn’t even going to be afforded the dignity of carrying an external hard drive to the destination. That would require the slow and tedious process of physically moving from one place to the next; this was one of the only times that she regretted the freedom of movement that was so coveted by her flesh-and-blood peers.

With no room to make exceptions for security protocol, she gripped the edge of her desk, brow furrowing, eyes squinted shut in consternation. Eventually, she huffed, rose, and turned her attention to her “physical body”, summoning up the file in much the same way that one would approach a plate of food with a pungent odor. The Renamon steeled herself and began to more closely examine its contents. She read the raw code similarly to how one might read words on a page; however, where the turning gears of the organic mind would, almost unconsciously, conjure up an image as a result of those words, her mind kicked off a series of involuntary, autonomic processes.

Her body carried out the instructions on her behalf. Once she started, she had no control until she finally reached a stopcode; it was the nature of being a program herself that code had as much of an influence on her mind and body as her own thoughts, her own will. In opening the package, she reluctantly consented to the changes that management saw fit to make to her. It was better than the eventual forced-deadline sort of update that software companies were so keen on using nowadays, and at least choosing the time and place allowed her to make herself presentable again before having to face another person.

Having parts of her code—her very body—rewritten by the update was a strange sensation, not unlike having your thoughts dictated to you by an outside force. Stranger still was that she could feel the exact delineation between her previous self and the patches of… well, the patch. She could feel it quite strongly, as a matter of fact: beneath her skirt of simulated sky-blue fur, between her legs, she could feel her mesh being edited. Stretched. Reshaped. The vectors that made up the triangles of her wireframe soul were being rewritten, mathematically transformed. A shape began to protrude from the once-flat span at the bottom of her torso, at first round and indistinct, but quickly increasing in resolution.

The Renamon struggled to process the sensations as a long, slender connector began to take shape. This often happened with changes to her body plan; inputs streamed into her mind from directions, locations, that previously never sent any signals, and the new additions seldom had their sensitivity adjusted downward for her convenience. In this case, it was highly sensitive, delivering reams of data to the base of her skull just from brushing up against her own fur, or the gentle flow of air from the computers in her office. It made sense, given that it was supposed to be a high-capacity transfer tool, but she was too busy buckling at the knees and clutching at the desk behind her so she didn’t fall flat on her rear for the thought to occur to her.

Her processors demanded more cooling, kicking into high gear as they formatted the two new storage devices that accompanied the connector, tailor-made for packing confidential data as tightly as possible. The sound of whirring fans filled the room, stirring her fur and sending shivers up and down her back; she could only hope that the rushing exhaust made enough noise to drown her out, whimpering despite herself. The new drives were larger (and more unwieldy) than the ones that were built into her chest, much to her chagrin. She was forced to adjust her stance and her gait as she found her footing again, spreading her legs wider than she was accustomed in order to give them enough room.

The spinning in her head slowly settling down, she slowly began to compose herself once again, taking stock of the new additions. They were cumbersome, to be sure, and she lamented how they jutted out from her otherwise sleek form and burdened her with less-graceful posture. It didn’t even match her fur! The software engineers that had concocted the code had at least included one small mercy: a compartment for the connector to retract into, nestled in the fur above the storage drives. No such luck for the drives themselves. She supposed she would just have to adjust to walking with delicate hardware in tow. As she went to smooth her fur over her lap again, her paw recoiled away. Some kind of… static discharge was left in the fluff. A memory leak, perhaps? The fact that such a malfunction could be caused just from having the connector brush up against her fur appalled her, deepening her frustration even more. They couldn’t even test the update for bugs before shipping it out to her. She shook out her paw and finished arranging her skirt as best she could before working up the composure to finally leave her office.

Picking up the payload for which all this fanfare had been arranged was at least a quick, easy process. She stopped into the office of the manager that had assigned her the task; she offered a businesslike nod and, knowing that she was always itching to skip niceties in the name of saving time, he offered a straightforward wave at his personal terminal. She held a paw over the computer tower and, in the time it took for electricity to arc to her fingertip with a tinny zzzrt, she had already searched his directory for the relevant test files and copied them to the newly-installed drives. Wireless transfer, yes, but only technically. The engineers had specifically asked a member of another division, whose computer network wasn’t connected to their own; it was as though she had picked a folder up from his desk and walked out with it.

Moving the file was just as uneventful. It was far from the first time that she’d navigated the sprawling corporate property, and even if it were, the maps existed just outside the orbit of her thoughts, ready to be summoned to mind at a simple impulse. What she was not expecting, however, was the technician who was waiting in the server room to which she was asked to deliver the file. While she preferred to work in the isolation of rooms that were set aside specifically for hardware, she was far from unused to being in the presence of the other people responsible for maintaining the company’s systems. That said…

“Can I help you?” The Renamon icily asked.

“Oh, I don’t need anything! I’m just here to take notes on the transfer.” Her tone was cheery; evidently, she wasn’t aware how compromising the new additions were. “The time it takes, any obvious issues. I’ll be the one checking the files against the originals, too,” she concluded, hooking a thumb over her shoulder at a monitor behind her.

“I see,” Posie replied through gritted teeth. “You have clearance to see these files, then?”

“Well, they’re just dummy data, ma’am.” At least she was respectful.

“And the proprietary hardware I’ve been… equipped with?” she forced out, keeping her synthesized voice even.

“Oh, for sure I do. I designed it!”

Oh! she seethed. So she knows pre-cise-ly the position he’s put me in.

“Well. I suppose there’s no point in delaying things, then.”

“Ready when you are!”

With tense shoulders, she turned toward the server rack, eyes darting over it, searching for where exactly she was supposed to connect to the array. After glancing over the contents of each drive, she found the one she was supposed to copy the data into—deposit would be more apt, as it was her understanding that the files would be automatically flushed from her system—and found a port that would allow her to access it. Conveniently, it was around waist height. She wondered, crossly, whether that had been an intentional design decision by this engineer as well. As she looked at it, she felt a twinge from the connector; on its own, like a Bluetooth device automatically searching for signals, it slid itself out from its fuzzy little compartment.

Her skin was abuzz, and her fur stood on end. She couldn’t quite tell if it was coming from the connector itself, or if it was the feeling of the programmer’s eyes on her If she could take a deep breath, she would have then. Without any way to stall further, or to tell the leering young woman to take her test files and store them somewhere indecent, she simply pushed forward with dropping off the damned data.

The instant the connector grazed the metal of the port, lightning shot into it, through her body, and into her head, making it swim with electrical potential. A stuttering, lagging thought made its way to the surface of her mind: they really had overtuned the sensitivity. She stifled a gasp and suppressed the urge to lay into the engineer (electrons were eager to flow out of her even without proper alignment with the contacts in the port, and didn’t she know that discharge like that could damage a piece of hardware?!), willing her body to keep pressing the stupid connector into the socket.

Even as she tried to get it over with already, something in the back of her mind compelled her to draw back a bit. If she had been restraining herself from reprimanding the engineer for risking the hardware, then she should at least do it the service of ensuring she was properly aligned, shouldn’t she? She obliged the impulse, and the motion all at once became much jerkier, less controlled. The friction of the port against her connector was enough to send her tail snapping back and forth, and she could tell that the temperature in her own server’s room had risen by a fair few degrees. Back and forth, wiggling side to side, she continued to readjust and realign herself, driven by unfamiliar code and overwhelmed by the signals pouring into her. She lost herself in the task, forgetting herself, forgetting her surroundings, until finally the technician cleared her throat.

“Ma’am,” she ventured, blushing and wide-eyed. “What, um. What are you doing? You should just need to plug it in.”

“I’m.” Her interruption had snapped the Renamon back to reality. She was mortified, tail sticking straight out and back ramrod straight. Her cheeks burned mercilessly. “I’m calibrating the connection.”

“Calibrating?”

“Did you want your files transferred with or without corrupted and incomplete data?” She snapped, hoping that her authoritative tone would head off any debate. “Assign me experimental hardware and then ask me to be reckless with it, hm? Should I be taking notes to give to our superiors?”

“I—alright, I guess you can’t be too careful,” she stammered, sheepishly pressing her legs together. “That was even something I tried to work into the design, so, c-carry on?”

“Thank you,” Posie blustered, turning back to the server rack. She did so slowly, reluctantly relishing the feeling of sliding around within the socket. She allowed herself one or two more “practice” attempts, hoping that it wouldn’t arouse too much suspicion from the engineer. Ultimately, just like before, there was no use in continuing to stall, and when she was able to bring her body to a stop, the rational part of herself was eager to be done with this entire torrid affair.

With more force, she pressed the connector inward one final time, trembling as the latch began to press against the opening. Slowly, agonizingly slowly, she continued, overwhelmed by the volume of electricity surging into her. The latch gave, compressing as it continued to slide inside, until finally it clicked into place, securing her to the array of drives and finalizing the connection.

All at once, a torrent of data poured out of her, an electron tsunami that felt like it threatened to spill out of the socket in which she was hilted. More data was transferred in the span of a few seconds than she was used to consciously processing, having cultivated such skill in delegating and compartmentalizing with background processes. Once again, the world around her was utterly drowned out; the strength fled her legs, and she clung to the steel bar that reinforced the top of the server rack, threatening to topple the entire system. Her self-control abandoned her as well and, forgetting the engineer, she cried out with an airy, wild, distinctly foxlike yelp. She screamed in surprise, gasped at the deluge of information, moaned because there was no room left in her mind for thought to do anything else.

Quickly, the disks of the server rack had finished writing the files she had carried to them, and her own drives were thoroughly purged. In another building, the radiators serving her processors shed heat at their absolute limits, and fans worked overtime to bring her back within her safe operational range. As her overworked circuitry began to chug through the backlog of sensory information, the entire experience caught up with her—including the detail that this entire shameless display had been carried out in front of that underhanded little engineer. She blinked, hard, and whipped her head to face her. For as hot as her own ears felt, the young woman’s face appeared to be glowing even brighter.

“What. Was that.”

“Um—”

“I’m used to new adjustments requiring desensitization, or even adjustment on their gain,” she growled, voice low and eerily even. “But that was a bridge too far to just have been miscalibration. Why did you design it like that?”

“Well, y-you remember how I mentioned, um, having considered an early disconnection?” Posie’s frosty glare didn’t waver, so the tech continued, answering her own rhetorical question. “That was, uh, the safeguard. Against early disconnection. I, figured it’d just be easier to make it so you wouldn’t want to unplug—”

“Do you think you have the au-thor-ity to go making changes to my mind, young lady?!”

“I-I can roll back the update if you want—”

“I think you’ve done QUITE enough!” The Renamon declared, despite herself. Perhaps it was genuine distrust, or perhaps—perhaps she truly couldn’t tell which desires were her own, at the moment. This would require careful study of her own system files.

Another small click broke the silence following her outburst, and the dongle began to retract from the server’s port and back into Posie’s body. Now free to move around, she dusted and fluffed her skirt and leaned down to look the engineer in the eye.

“I trust that you can report to your supervisor that I performed to your expectations,” she hissed. “And that there will be no need for any further discussion of your little project.” The programmer nodded, eyes even wider than before—and cheeks even redder? The Renamon scoffed, sneered, and spun, storming out the door, already allotting time in her schedule for the next time that she would be called upon for such a delivery.

Utterly unsurprisingly, she had been correct in her assessment that her superiors would take every opportunity to save their organic employees’ time at her expense. Confidential deliveries became a regular part of her routine, and though she had great disdain for being reduced to a mere courier for so much of the workday, she insisted upon completing the task to her usual, lofty standards.

Posie was as prompt as she always was, dropping everything to ferry information between privileged parties, striving to reduce latency even in more analogue forms of communication. There was the occasional complaint about how long downloads took once she had finally arrived at her location, but she was quick to remind such impatient recipients that the decision to follow this protocol came from on-high, and that even for someone who worked as quickly as her, great care for the safety of the data was a corner that simply could not be cut in the name of rushing around.

She was as meticulous about ensuring proper alignment with the port, fine-tuning her contact with the wires within, as the first time she had experimented with the new tools, and complaints about noise from the server room were easily dismissed as the usual stress of supporting her formidable computational power. After all, she was often venturing out of the range of her home network, hosting herself entirely on the recipients’ systems; was she at fault when they couldn’t handle the information throughput they asked of her?

Once the deliveries had become more routine, and none of her peers bothered to check in when they felt it was taking too long or getting too noisy, she began to find enjoyment in the solitude of her work, just as with the other, admittedly more tedious, tasks she was expected to carry out. With fewer prying eyes to judge her performance, she could make herself more comfortable while handling transfers. She didn’t have to worry that anybody would walk in on her in the debased state she often found herself in while connected directly to a data center, leaning her full weight on the poor rack, tongue lolling out and chest heaving air to keep her cool. 

Then again, if somebody—especially that little technician who’d saddled her with these “upgrades”—wanted to question her efficacy, that was more than fine by her. Posie was a woman who prided herself in her work, and would seldom turn down a chance to demonstrate her first-rate hardware and unparalleled optimization. She would be more than happy to demonstrate just how quickly she could pump out information, and just how much throughput she was capable of.

Thank you for reading! If you want to see more of my work, you can check it out here and here!

[iwonderwh0]

rk1k post

Fic ideas that I'll never write:

Markus happen to catch a virus that completely locks his ability to move. He can still communicate through wireless messages, but that's basically it.

Unfortunately, it's not so easy to erase either, as the virus plots itself within some of the core components that have to be replaced, and in general it just takes time to figure out how exactly it is possible to erase the virus without fucking up Markus's system as well.

Markus can't really afford to be completely paralized like that. He has to keep showing up for various meetings and all this stuff. After all, he's a public figure that represents all the android voices.

One of the possibile solutions is to be within close enough distance to where the meeting is taking place and let someone else from Jericrew replace him temporarily while he's sick in this way, maybe wirelessly transmitting what he would have said and let them be his voice. The android(s) that temporarily take his place (be it North, Connor, Josh or Simon) may also share with him the stream of their vision/hearing, so he could be more present and included. But this is still rather lacking solution, and even though at first it works, Markus is getting progressively more and more depressed about his condition of complete helplessness. It's miserable, and more importantly – it's BORING. And no one really knows what to do with this virus without risking corrupting Markus's system either.

And so, Connor suggests a solution.

They're both RKs and their systems are compatible. He can temporarily transfer Markus into his body and let their system run in parallel. Connor system is kinda meant for that anyway – it has always had a place for a "second pilot", Amanda. Although Amanda was fairly passive for most of the time, still, she has been there. And now, as her place is free, Markus can take it.

The experience of this connection is...interesting. And it almost goes completely wrong the first time Markus tries to do something. Connor, although not meaning to, panics badly . Their system gets overloaded with stress, and now they're both overheating. Markus feels like shit as Connor's body starts to cry involuntarily, even though Connor himself frantically apologises and tries to convince him that it's all okay. It's just the experience of losing control of his body and having someone else to control it, stresses him the fuck out, even though it was his idea to suggest it. He didn't expect it to backfire. After all, it's Markus, and not Amanda. Still.

After some trial and error they find a way for both of them be in control without completely handing administrator rights to only one of them at a time. This way, none of them gets completely overpowered, and although this way it's a little harder to coordinate their actions, this solution works better for their shared sanity. After some awkward adjusting period to the way it works, they find a way to operate smoothly, coordinated, in some way even better than before. It's about trust, and they have enough of it to make it work.

It's a little weird to have some of their thoughts slipping into another one to hear. Not all of them, but some. It's weird to feel the physical sensation of another one of them getting some emotion. Like the moment they only appear like that, within RK800 body some android, not yet aware of it being Markus in there can say something about how Connor shouldn't even be there. And at this moment the both of them feel two sets of feelings, a burning guilt – coming from Connor, and frustrated anger – coming from Markus. It's both the pain in their shared chest and the pressure of pulsating noise in their head. They know EXACTLY how another one of them feels, because, well, they have to endure it simultaneously.

The touch one is interesting as well – it both feels as if this touch belongs to someone else, but also it's your own. (Would it be called sex or technically just a masturbation if they get the idea to make use of their time in this way as well?)

Another thing that they are surprised to be able to share now – a garden. It's empty now, and it's cold. For Connor. Somehow, it's sunny and blooming for Markus even though they are in the exact same place. Markus soon realises that he has the rights needed to change the setting, and yet Connor does not. Disturbed, Markus realises that not only that, but in general, taking Amanda's place he actually has a lot more administrator rights, some of them the ones Connor wasn't even aware of himself. He changes the weather to make it early fall, he removes the roses and plants sunflowers instead. They both have fun just turning the garden into something completely different from what it originally was. Other than pigeons, there are now canaries, koi fishes get replaced with tropical ones. It would have been impossible for them to live in a pond if it was the real world, but Zen Garden is a place that can be programmed, it doesn't have the kind of limitations of a physical one.

In Zen garden they can get a little break by being separated, each one within their own avatar, free to walk around as they please.

When Markus's body gets fixed and the virus is finally erased from his system, it's almost sad to be parted again after they spent so much time learning to exist as one, never lonely within their own presence. As Markus transfers back, he hints that there could be a place and time for him as well to offer his body to be shared sometimes. The thought about it fills him with warmth, and, from sharing Connor's body for long enough, he knows that at this moment as he says that, their feelings on the matter are mutual.

[verdemoun]

okay hi hello again im still obsessed with the timewarp au thank you for feeding this new obsession of mine <33

im kinda curious as to what you think would happen if any/all of the timewarpers were found out. like it could be by the history-buff fans of the VDLG or just by some randos on the internet, or even the government (that one would be wild, but i digress lmao). like what does the gang even do at that point??

anyway tysm this is such a fun au !

dutch would be the most likely to found out, since he lives in a psych ward and constantly has medical staff on both public and private payroll trying to figure out what his deal is. ironically, this is the best and worst scenario because imagine fbi trying to interrorgate 1911 dutch about how he time travelled and instead getting dutch's anti-government rhetoric.

the psychologist the gang frequent has figured it out and coped by drinking. she frankly struggles more with the sheer number of issues the gang have in general and as a result of time travel opposed to the fact she has over a dozen patients that are proof time travel exists. imagine trying to unpack the psychological horror that is bill williamson and then add the fact he's a time traveller? wild.

one history buff fan that figured it out is Johnathan Pearson, the grandson of Simon Pearson and father of Isaac's friend Sam Pearson. Isaac has a strange habit of making friends with the few surviving gang's descendants. Johnathan originally fainted upon realising Arthur Morgan was THE Arthur Morgan, but after attending a single barbeque with most of the gang present and getting the fangirling and questions out of his system, he realised most of them were just... lame. Dutch needed psychiatrist drugs, Hosea is an old man who tells stories more fiction than fact. Arthur is an awkward disaster when he isn't murdering people. The infamous John Marston would rather play tea party with his daughter than explain his life story, which is in all reality boring: orphan adopted by narcissistic, escapes, has family, doesn't escape, dies. Micah couldn't explain why be betrayed the gang, and refused to talk about Amos. Bill gave the easy answer of internalised homophobia and deep routed psychological issues stemming from childhood.

They weren't actually that interesting. There was no genius. No criminal mastermind. Dutch was charismatic and mentally ill. The gang members were vulnerable people who needed a leader. Now they host bbqs and have to beg the youth for help them connect their phones to the wireless speaker. Johnathan Pearson proceeded to get over it, and was nearly outcast from his forums for calling the gang losers. Never meet your heroes.

[kafus]

i just went on a 2 hour long adventure to find out obscure pokemon information. again. normal tuesday for me at this point

one of the secondhand japanese emeralds i purchased, i noticed had the MysticTicket and Eon Ticket in the bag, the items to go to navel rock for ho-oh/lugia and to southern island to get one of the latis, latias or latios, respectively. i went to go check the wonder card on the save (gen 3 can only hold one at a time) and it's for the mysticticket (しんぴのチケット)!

of course i was curious about the event that distributed this mysticticket so i looked up the japanese title and managed to find an archive.org link for the event from the original, official pokemon website. but i was surprised to see the eon ticket and latias/latios prominently also displayed on the page, and with emerald listed as a possible game for it to be distributed to, no less!

it's relatively common knowledge that international versions of emerald can't receive the eon ticket because they don't have the original mystery event system in ruby/sapphire which allow it to be received, simply replaced by the new wireless mystery gift system. the only way to get the eon ticket in international emerald is through record mixing with a ruby or sapphire game with the ticket. i assumed this is how the eon ticket on this emerald was received, if it wasn't straight up hacked, but now i wasn't sure since if the previous owner truly went to this japanese event in 2006/2007, they could have also picked up the eon ticket according to the webpage...?

well i talked to some folk over at project pokemon and it turns out the mystery event system is still present in japanese emerald specifically, and not only that, they likely had a custom ROM they used in store to distribute the eon ticket to both RS and emerald! there's no photos and certainly no dump of it online, but it's likely there was a menu where they could pick what kind of game they were distributing to, similar to the custom ROM used for international RS eon ticket distributions that had language selection, which we DO surprisingly have a picture of, from a 2004 event in germany:

this event is really obscure for some reason? i had to talk to experts on the subject for more information on it, the serebii eventdex page for the eon ticket doesn't list it, and the bulbapedia page for the eon ticket doesn't mention it either, which may be remedied now that i've talked to some people about it in the near future. but yeah this was a fun deep dive

it should be noted that even though it would make a whole lot of sense through environmental storytelling that the events are fully legitimate, considering the rest of the file is fully legitimate (checked through multiple softwares), well-played and well-loved, and if they went to this event they would have gotten both tickets at the same time, but i have no way of knowing for sure since i wasn't there! however miraculously they never actually traveled to either island and all the legendaries are still up for grabs... so just for the sake of my own fun i'm going to believe these are real and not injected onto the cart, and go and catch navel rock ho-oh/lugia and one of the southern island latis for myself! :]

thank you Z.Z whoever you are!! you have a really cool file by the way, the random shiny zubat from granite cave and the ev trained alakazam that you obviously put a shitton of time into breeding considering the numerous boxes of abra and dittos in your PC are super cool!

[mylaptopspares]

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[redfilledfantasies]

Invigorated Muscle (Chapter 5 of 8)

Carmella’s fingers hovered momentarily above the polished surface of the examination table, steady in their deliberate intent. She plucked two diminutive wireless transmitters—no larger than beads—from their pristine nests, feeling the smooth coolness like a silent promise of discovery. The sterile air of the room held a charged expectancy as she prepared to bridge the gap between flesh and machine, the Erwachte Pumpe’s quiet hum waiting to breathe life into every pulse beneath her watchful gaze.

The room around her glimmered with clinical clarity, pale walls reflecting the harsh light of overhead fixtures that cast everything in razor-sharp definition. The machine itself sat ready—sleek panels and soft, blinking indicators framed by glass and steel that seemed almost reverent in their craftsmanship. Carmella lifted the control tablet, her fingers sliding across its surface with quiet confidence as she confirmed system readiness. This machine, she thought, was unlike any other: its ability to detect a heartbeat with pristine clarity, free from interference or noise pollution, was revolutionary. Each valve closing, each ventricle’s forceful push, could be heard as though the skin and bone shielding the heart had vanished entirely—unveiling the primal rhythm beneath in extraordinary detail.

“The Erwachte Pumpe,” Carmella mused softly, voice steady but tinged with something more—fascination, perhaps a whisper of desire. It captured cardiac symphonies with an intimacy impossible to replicate by conventional methods, translating the invisible ballet of blood and muscle into waves of sound that resonated deep within the body’s core.

With the stage set, she turned toward Bailey first. The younger woman waited quietly, her petite frame still radiating the tight discipline of athletic conditioning beneath the soft glow of sterile lights. Bailey’s brows furrowed in tentative invitation, lips parting slightly as she seemed to steel herself against the ever-present swirl of nerves that shadowed her confidence. Carmella’s gaze lingered momentarily, noting the sharp pulse fluttering faintly against the smooth, pale skin just beneath the collarbone—a heartbeat visible at the apex of the chest, strong and steady at around seventy beats per minute.

Bailey’s fingers moved with shy assurance, deftly lifting the edge of her crimson sports bra just enough to expose the gentle curve of her apex. Her hazel eyes flickered up to Carmella’s face for permission before holding steady. The flush in her cheeks was subtle but undeniable, betraying the mingled blend of anticipation and vulnerability folded tightly within her. Carmella responded with a soft nod, the careful professional mask slipping into place with practiced ease.

Her hands approached the exposed skin with reverence, the small transmitter cool against her fingertips as she placed it delicately just above the heart’s visible pulse. The bead-sized device settled firmly against Bailey’s warm skin, nestling like a secret sentry against the living landscape of muscle and blood beneath. Carmella’s breath steadied, her mind already turning through the data that would soon pour in—rate, rhythm, stroke volume—all unfolding in silent code beneath the surface.

Bailey’s lithe form held still, chest rising and falling with controlled breath, the faint sheen of exertion highlighting the sculpted muscles beneath her slender shoulders. Her nervous energy pulsed quietly, restrained beneath layers of resolve as Carmella took a moment to admire the harmony between brain and brawn. There was something exquisitely fragile yet fiercely determined in the way Bailey balanced shyness and strength, her body an eloquent declaration that spoke louder than words.

Moving from the reserved intensity of Bailey, Carmella’s gaze shifted toward Lydia. The taller woman had claimed the far corner of the room as her own domain, fluidly drawing the room’s energy into her orbit. She was in motion—limbs stretched wide in a perfect standing split, the elegant grace of the pose carved sharply against the soft wash of clinical light. Every taut sinew, every defined curve, spoke of years devoted to discipline and controlled strength. Bronzed skin gleamed faintly with a subtle film of sweat, tracing the tense muscles with a fine, luminous sheen.

Lydia’s balance was immaculate, her powerful form a study in poised control as she held the stretch with quiet command. The deep breath she exhaled seemed to ripple through the room—a low murmur carried on still air, an unspoken herald of readiness. When she finally released the pose, rising smoothly with slow, deliberate grace, Carmella allowed herself a flicker of admiration. The lithe arch of Lydia’s back, the fluid strength winding down her legs, all conjured a hypnotic blend of power and sensuality that tugged faintly at the edges of Carmella’s restraint.

Carmella approached, reaching out with steady hands as Lydia’s skin welcomed the second transmitter, placing it just above the apex of her own thunderous pulse. Lydia’s gaze locked onto Carmella’s with a smoldering intensity, her voice a soft, deliberate whisper that sliced through the taut air. “Sorry, Dr. Hill, my heart seems to be eagerly awaiting this test.”

Carmella felt the words brush past her like heated silk, igniting a cascade of sensation beneath the chill of clinical detachment. She drew a measured breath, centering herself with practiced calm and a tightening of discipline. “We proceed as planned,” she said quietly, a thin wall of professionalism built against the invitation woven into Lydia’s voice.

Turning back to the center of the room, Carmella’s eyes met those of both women—steadfast, breath caught, muscles coiled and waiting. “We will begin with two minutes of burpees,” she instructed, voice cool and unwavering. “Push yourselves as hard as you can while I monitor your cardiac performance.”

The silence that followed was thick with anticipation—the faint click of electronics humming to life the only sound in the room that held its breath alongside them. Two bodies, poised at the threshold of exertion, were ready to send their hearts racing into the crucible of strain and measurement. Carmella’s own pulse mirrored the rising tension, a quickened drumbeat beneath the calm facade, echoing the untold rhythms soon to fill the room with life.

Carmella’s hand trembled only slightly as she tapped the control panel, the Erwachte Pumpe stirring to life with a soft cascade of hums and flickers. The sleek machine, a monument to human ingenuity, drew in breath like a silent sentinel awakening from slumber. Every light blinked alive, and beneath the clinical glow, a surge of expectancy radiated—the moment where flesh and instrument merged, a gateway to revelations yet unimagined.

With deliberate care, Carmella selected transmitter one. The sudden clarity cut through the sterile air like a striking chord—Lydia’s heartbeat broadcast across the room with astonishing fidelity, each beat a thunderous hymn proclaiming the fierce, relentless mastery of an athlete at her peak.

The speakers carried the sound without interference, unfiltered and pristine, as if the thick shield of skin, bone, and muscle had vanished to expose the heart’s raw music laid bare. Carmella’s breath caught, eyes narrowing as she leaned forward. Each contraction echoed with astonishing definition: the low, cavernous thud of ventricles compressing blood, the crisp snap of valves closing—a flawless cadence at 148 beats per minute, perfectly synchronized, unwavering.

She closed her eyes briefly, allowing herself to be enveloped by the rhythm. It was a living symphony—precise, commanding, and raw. Her mind raced to interpret the unspoken language beneath the sound: stroke volume soaring beyond expected limits, ventricular walls flexing with seamless compliance, the aortic valve’s delicate closure ringing with delicate but fierce sharpness.

Amidst her technical calculation, a subtle tremor rose within—tingles prickling down her spine as the primal resonance of power and endurance pulsed through the speakers. It was as if the heart were confessing its own story directly to her nerves, coaxing curiosity, fascination, and something more intimate that blossomed beneath her professional veneer.

Lydia’s voice broke through the charged hush, carrying with it a tone both teasing and assured. “The valves opening and closing sound incredible, don’t they, doctor?” Her breath hitched mid-exertion, a glimmer of triumphant delight flashing through her sapphire eyes as she pushed herself through the burpees with the effortless strength of a practiced elite athlete.

Carmella dared not contradict the statement, her throat tightening with the invisible threads the heartbeat wove through her body. Each snap and thud seemed to shiver along her spine, raising hairs and igniting forgotten pathways of sensation long held in check by restraint. She nodded subtly, forcing the sharp exhale that willed away the sudden rush swelling inside. The scientific curiosity was undeniable, but intertwined was a tender seed of awe—a powerful organ laid vulnerable and glorious before her ears.

Lydia’s movements never faltered. Arms pumped with mechanical precision; legs hammered into the floor with steady purpose. Carmella’s gaze shifted, tracing the controlled explosion of power wrapped in smooth, bronzed skin. She imagined the turbulent torrent of blood, the cascade of pressure that raged inside the chest wall, each beat echoing through her own being in quiet defiance of time.

After a long moment of intimate immersion, Carmella’s fingers hovered once more over the control panel. With a practiced flick, she disengaged transmitter one and selected transmitter two. The air in the room seemed to shift—the machine’s sensors tuning into a different rhythm, a different story whispered in sound waves.

Bailey’s heartbeat emerged with a force both startling and magnificent. The sounds that poured from the speakers possessed a raw intensity difficult to comprehend. Each ventricular contraction surged like thunder, violent in its determination to flood vessels with life-giving blood. Valves snapped shut with a decisive, almost aggressive sharpness, their rhythm fierce and unyielding.

The sound sculpted the space—no gentle melody but a brutal, beautiful charge, as if Bailey’s heart were a warrior’s drum calling battle. Carmella’s chest rose as she absorbed the power—the explosive push of muscle overcoming resistance, stroke volume sustained at an exquisite peak even as breath heaved against exertion.

Her gaze found Bailey’s steady frame in motion—smaller, yet compact and robust, each movement deliberate and sharp. The heart rate held firm at a consistent 120 beats per minute, a testimony to remarkable endurance as Bailey danced through the burpees with surprising ease, the quiet sheen of sweat shining beneath stark lights.

No falter marked the young woman’s efforts—her pulse remained strong, the strength of her heart echoing resilience without hint of surrender or fatigue. Carmella’s breath caught as she balanced clinical observation with a swell of admiration—here was a vital force pushing boundaries without collapsing beneath the weight.

The two heartbeats played out in tandem—a fierce dialogue of power and precision, a duet of relentless drive beneath the sharp hum of machines. Carmella’s skin tingled where unseen forces pulled at her nerves, the tension in the room a delicate wire stretched taut between science and a more primal fascination.

Even as their bodies burned with effort, Carmella noted the balance of energy and control, the symphony of muscle and blood that spoke of secrets written not in words, but in the pulse beneath flesh. The Erwachte Pumpe, in its flawless capture of these hearts, had become an oracle revealing the raw poetry of life and endurance—unshielded and breathtaking.

The moment held, thick with promise, as Carmella continued to listen—caught between analysis and wonder, the fragile cusp where cold knowledge melted into heated awe.

The final burpee fell into place with a sharp, commanding slap, the air vibrating with exertion and unspoken triumph. Sweat gleamed along taut muscles, breaths heaving in tandem with relentless heartbeats. Carmella’s eyes darted to the illuminated panel, digits burning bright as they etched themselves into certainty: Lydia, fifty-six. Bailey, sixty. Both had shattered unspoken ceilings, their performances far beyond the predictable thresholds of mere mortals.

She allowed herself a breathless exclamation—“Outstanding”—a word suspended in awe, barely whispered as the currents of admiration and astonishment flooded her senses. The utterance caught in the charged room like a delicate spark against tinder.

But in her rising emotion, her finger slipped—a sudden press silenced the symphony of hums and beeps, and the Erwachte Pumpe went dark, plunging the room into clinical quietude that rang sharply in contrast to the moment’s fiery culmination.

The absence of sound echoed like a gasp, thick with anticipation unspent. Lydia’s sharp breath cut through the stillness. “That was nice,” she declared with casual brightness, muscles still taut as steel. “But I’m looking forward to the next test, Dr. Hill.”

Carmella inhaled slowly, gathering the fragments of her composure amid the racing pulses. “You should recover first,” she cautioned gently, an undertone of wary care threading her voice. “A brief rest will allow your hearts to recalibrate—ensure we capture accurate recovery rates.”

But Lydia’s eyes flashed with impatient fire, a silent storm crackling in their depths. “I am ready. You can hear it.” Her words weren’t mere assertion but a promise carried on the wild rhythm of her own heartbeat—a challenge laid bare.

Reluctantly, Carmella’s fingers found the control panel once again, rekindling the machine’s glow as the familiar hum rippled through the room like a living tide returning. The speakers breathed life once more, eager to reveal the hidden stories within each returning pulse.

Lydia’s heart emerged first, its pounding cadence shifting swiftly from fierce exertion to measured power. Within thirty seconds, the tempo eased dramatically to seventy-two beats per minute, each beat rich and full-bodied like a softened roar that hinted at hidden reservoirs of strength. The steady thump-thud rang with renewed vitality, valves sliding closed with measured precision, blood rushing through vessels that sang of resilience.

Even more remarkable was Bailey’s recovery—the machine captured her heart slowing to sixty-six beats per minute in a staggering twenty-four seconds. The power behind each beat seemed amplified in this quiet moment of reprieve, ventricles contracting with muscular might, valves snapping sharply as if asserting dominion over the still currents flowing through her body.

Carmella’s breath hitched—an involuntary quiver threading through her ribs as the pounding waves of life echoed with intimate clarity against her skin. The tingling sensation blossomed, slow and insistent, beginning deep in the hollow beneath her sternum and unfurling outward like flames licking at nerve endings. Her own heart matched the crescendo, hammering fiercely as desire bloomed alongside scientific fascination.

Her mouth grew dry; a bead of moisture clung stubbornly at her lips despite the furnace burning within. Eyes fluttered shut briefly as she wrenched a slow, shaking breath, summoning the will to remain the composed guardian of protocol. Yet beneath her skin, a silent dance played on—pulse entwined with raw attraction, professionalism fraying like thread against wind.

The room was heavy with the invisible threads binding these beating hearts—a nexus of endurance, power, and something far more fragile and electric. Lydia and Bailey exchanged subtle glances, muscles easing as they prepared to shift into the next phase. The unspoken communication of readiness moved between them, a shared oath framed by silent smiles and steady breaths.

Carmella rose, the faint stiffness in her legs a reminder of the tension contained. She stepped forward with measured poise, voice low and calm but weighted with quiet fire. “You’re ready to proceed,” she confirmed, her gaze sweeping over the two women, capturing the gleam of determination shining through their exertion-warmed skin.

Their nods were prompt, the silent commitment as crisp as the clack of polished shoes on hardwood as they moved toward the waiting treadmills. Carmella followed, each step echoing the thrum of possibility that coiled beneath her careful control.

With a final tap, the equipment awakened—the treadmills humming steadily as if breathing life into the challenge ahead. Carmella’s fingers skimmed the console with practiced assurance, activating the settings calibrated for maximum speed. The air shifted once more, taut with the impending fusion of exertion and revelation.

Together, the trio stood poised—heartbeats ready to unleash another chapter in this intimate, relentless study of power and endurance. The night stretched before them, an unwritten pulse beckoning beneath Manhattan’s glittering skyline.

[sepublic]

Project Metamorphosis was the Space Pirates' way of preserving their commanders, keeping them alive through technology, and most importantly, keeping them operational; With cybernetics, any leader would be able to continue leading the Space Pirates in both tactics and even battle, no matter how damaged their organic bodies were.

Those submitted to the process were Space Pirate commanders injured by Samus Aran during her first assault on Zebes; Ridley, Kraid, and Weavel. Kraid was given a cybernetic dome over his face in order to protect his recovering eyes and see for them, but otherwise his adjustments were minimal. Ridley replaced a good portion of his body, and Weavel? He ended up replacing everything except his brain and spinal cord, much to his chagrin; His injuries were much more extensive, and unlike Ridley, he lacked any regenerative abilities.

But Project Metamorphosis was not just about giving Space Pirates cybernetic prosthetics; It went further than this. Hence, Mecha Ridley; At first glance, it seems to just be a robotic doppelganger of Ridley. And indeed, one of its functions was to act as a complete set of cybernetic prosthetics for the Space Pirate, meant to represent any possible limb or organ he might lose. This is quite common as a medical practice, although the full set of prostheses being programmed to attack intruders on their own isn't...

If Ridley were to lose an arm, an arm would be taken from the mecha and applied to Ridley's injured stump. If his face was burnt off, the skull chassis would act as a mask. Fire-breathing organs could be substituted with an internal flamethrower. The modular nature of Mecha Ridley meant that if Ridley replaced his hand, only to lose the rest of the arm it was connected to, the arm taken from his Mecha counterpart could still reconnect with the robotic hand he was currently using. In essence, Mecha Ridley was the precursor to the Meta and Proteus frames, hence the missile-launching booster as less a replacement and more an enhancement.

But Mecha Ridley had another function as well; Acting as a machine with which Ridley could project his own thoughts into, and control from afar. For in order to move the body, the brain sends signals through the nervous system, which the limbs and organs receive, and then interpret to move accordingly.

These signals are electric in nature; And so are wireless signals in technology. Through Project Metamorphosis, a neural interface could be applied to Ridley's head, and receive the signals he'd attempt to send to the rest of his body, replicating and redirecting them to his robotic doppelganger. Mecha Ridley would receive his brain's signals instead, and as a result its mimicry of Ridley's limbs would move, while his actual arms -if they were even present- would not do anything.

Mecha Ridley would also absorb visual and auditory input, directing it to Ridley, who would receive it via a VR headset. It's like a simulation, except your ‘avatar’ is in fact a tangible replica acting elsewhere. This feature is useful if Ridley or any other commander is so damaged that they can't even function on the field as a cyborg. In Ridley's particular case, it's to give his true body room to regenerate without having to worry about cybernetics restricting cellular repair, while also allowing him to fight 'on the field'. It's the best of both worlds.

...The problem with this form of cybernetic projection/possession is something every gamer fears; A bad connection. The Space Pirates worked to perfect the bandwidth of Ridley's neural headset and his mecha. But if Samus were to find herself unable to destroy a fully-completed Mecha Ridley, she could get around the problem entirely by interfering with the signals, causing the mecha to move one step behind Ridley, while Ridley received its input too late.

In case of this scenario, the Space Pirates programmed Mecha Ridley with its own independent AI to control itself with, should it stop receiving reliable input from Ridley in the heat of battle. So when Samus encountered it aboard the mothership, despite not being complete, Mecha Ridley still had a functioning AI to attack Samus with. Because this encounter happened so quickly after Ridley's defeat in Norfair, he hadn’t yet been resuscitated and hooked up to the neural interface. But in a future scenario, where Mecha Ridley was rebuilt and actually completed, it might've been something Ridley begrudgingly used while recovering from Phazon withdrawal and atrophy after the destruction of Phaaze.

Otherwise, he would avoid it if he could, and even subject himself to painful cybernetics as necessary; Ridley did not appreciate having a machine clumsily interpret his own moves for him. It was a distant, out of body experience, when Ridley preferred to fight in-person and experience death and destruction through his actual senses. Nevertheless, he kept the mecha on his personal ship; In Ridley’s off-time, he would put on the headset and test controlling the machine, so science team could see how to sync the mecha to his brain signals.

Since Project Metamorphosis could help Space Pirate commanders 'transcend the body', this same principle was applied to Meta Weavel. Despite Weavel being a Zebesian, his mechanical frame ended up having a noticeably different form, more upright and humanoid. The idea was to build off of Mecha Ridley by seeing how a brain could acclimate to a body very different to the one it was programmed to control. Hence the project’s name invoking the natural process of transformation and rebirth into something radically different; After a vulnerable workshopping period, of course.

Despite Weavel's frustrations over the differences, he did eventually adapt, and his Meta frame proved to be of sufficient quality. Thus, Meta Weavel would be deemed a success; It showed potential for brains to adapt to a wider variety of foreign shapes. So for example, a humanoid brain could be made to operate an arachnid body. Or a serpentine brain could now handle a body with several limbs, when such a brain wouldn’t even have neural pathways for this.

But the cybernetics could be made to interpret and ‘translate’ the brain’s signals, meant for a different body, into movements corresponding to limbs not alike. There have already been implants that translate the pheromones of species that communicate via smell into sound, and vice-versa, to aid in cross-species interaction; All of this is the natural extension, the natural evolution, of such technology. The Space Pirates would have to test more extreme examples like these, intensifying the disparity with each success.

And the goal was to combine these results with that of Mecha Ridley, to create technology in which a Space Pirate could telepathically control and 'possess' a mechanical body wildly different than their own. Project Metamorphosis would be taken even further from there; Perhaps being used to upload minds into machinery, allowing them to interface with data and become it, etc.

It could even lead to a telepathic possession and control of technology, with Mother Brain already being this; In fact, she helped form the inspiration for Mecha Ridley (so in a way, Zero Mission’s final boss is a culmination of Mother Brain, Ridley, and Weavel’s command). During her stint as Space Pirate leader, she permitted some study of her schematics by Project Metamorphosis scientists.

They analyzed Mother’s power to telepathically control both machines and even living organisms, in the hopes of replicating this with headsets and corresponding receivers; Science team hoped in particular to implant receivers into anyone or anything, without needing permission. Imagine hijacking a body by cutting off the signals from its host brain, so it would instead receive signals from another remote brain entirely.

Imagine bypassing the need to implant physical receivers entirely, and just using brainwaves and telepathy to disrupt a body’s natural signals and replace them at will! Imagine replacing them selectively to brainwash someone, letting them handle the rest as they obey and interpret on their own a basic command, freeing up brainpower to use in other processes or thralls!

All of this is how Mother Brain’s telepathic control works; It enabled her to control the Metroids, especially since she possessed Chozo DNA that the larvae were still programmed to obey. And it helped Mother Brain take command of technology as she saw fit, even sometimes controlling her Chozo charges for them so they could just let their minds and wills rest.

It allowed Mother to influence Zebes’ ecosystem and make it hostile to all outsiders. Her job has always been to do the thinking for people, after all; She is their new brain. Mecha Ridley is just the natural evolution of cybernetics interpreting for regular body parts the brain’s signals; Mother Brain’s conquest is just the natural evolution of her own programming, which she hijacked for herself to no longer be made to control, but to control under her own volition.

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Bossware Surveillance Buildings

A case study on technologies for behavioral monitoring and profiling using motion sensors and wireless networking infrastructure inside offices and other facilities"

Wolfie Christl, Cracked Labs, November 2024

This case study is part of the ongoing project “Surveillance and Digital Control at Work” (2023-2024) led by Cracked Labs, which aims to explore how companies use personal data on workers in Europe, together with AlgorithmWatch, Jeremias Prassl (Oxford), UNI Europa and GPA, funded by the Austrian Arbeiterkammer.

Case study “Tracking Indoor Location, Movement and Desk Occupancy in the Workplace” (PDF, 25 pages) Summary

As offices, buildings and other corporate facilities become networked environments, there is a growing desire among employers to exploit data gathered from their existing digital infrastructure or additional sensors for various purposes. Whether intentionally or as a byproduct, this includes personal data about employees, their movements and behaviors.

Technology vendors are promoting solutions that repurpose an organization’s wireless networking infrastructure as a means to monitor and analyze the indoor movements of employees and others within buildings. While GPS technology is too imprecise to track indoor location, Wi-Fi access points that provide internet connectivity for laptops, smartphones, tables and other networked devices can be used to track the location of these devices. Bluetooth, another wireless technology, can also be used to monitor indoor location. This can involve Wi-Fi access points that track Bluetooth-enabled devices, so-called “beacons” that are installed throughout buildings and Bluetooth-enabled badges carried by employees. In addition, employers can utilize badging systems, security cameras and video conferencing technology installed in meeting rooms for behavioral monitoring, or even environmental sensors that record room temperature, humidity and light intensity. Several technology vendors provide systems that use motion sensors installed under desks or in the ceilings of rooms to track room and desk attendance.

This case study explores software systems and technologies that utilize personal data on employees to monitor room and desk occupancy and track employees’ location and movements inside offices and other corporate facilities. It focuses on the potential implications for employees in Europe. To illustrate wider practices, it investigates systems for occupancy monitoring and indoor location tracking offered by Cisco, Juniper, Spacewell, Locatee and other technology vendors, based on an analysis of technical documentation and other publicly available sources. It briefly addresses how workers resisted the installation of motion sensors by their employers. This summary presents an overview of the findings of this case study….

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