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2023.05.29 17:42 are-mega-gay How I feel rn
I dream and often dream of a time I once was what I was but due to time I have change to what I am now. With these changes I have brought forth a new challenge which is to face myself and my others. When faced with a complex problem such as my split personalities I am attentive but my fellow brethren within are not. I am avoided inside my own mind. This leads to the consequences of my others such as blacking out or attempting to unalive, but when I come to action I am blocked and trapped by these "splits." It feels as if I am watching from above or in a 3rd person view. I am trapped, yet I am amazed at which I have accomplished, yet I have not accomplished. I was once driving but now I am strapped to the roof. I feel an indifference towards myself but I have a captivating interest towards the time skips I miss due to being on the roof instead of the drivers spot. I notice I am a different person everytime but there is nothing I can do. I am stuck.
Any ways to solve this?
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Any ways to solve this?
2023.05.29 17:42 loctang Question For Experienced Focus Drivers
I’ve got a random thought come to me today and it has to do with keeping your automatic transmission alive.
If you are always driving in sport mode and are using the buttons on the shifter or paddles to drive manual, can you save the transmission from it’s disastrous malfunction? I tried to drive in manual the other day for a bit and the shifting between gears is like, frighteningly better and smoother
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If you are always driving in sport mode and are using the buttons on the shifter or paddles to drive manual, can you save the transmission from it’s disastrous malfunction? I tried to drive in manual the other day for a bit and the shifting between gears is like, frighteningly better and smoother
2023.05.29 17:41 ftbscreamer 2x broken AM5 motherboards in 3 months. :(
1st) Gigabyte X670e Aorus Master delivered 13 March:
Experienced boot issues from the start, found out is was to do with bottom Nvme being populated. So from the start you can't even use all the Nvme slots. Then Intel I225 onboard LAN started disconnecting. I don't even think the Wifi ever worked, it had multiple errors in the Windows Event Log from the beginning. For some reason it felt like the board was deteriorating, being able to boot became less frequent and BIOS became unusable with extreme lag and hanging. Gigabyte support did not help at all and with multiple back and forth s even with some amazing recommendation like "try a friend's power supply". When it started having huge lag spike by just being in Windows with USB connecting/disconnecting sounds playing and the device manager giving PCIe Downstream Switch Port and USB 3 device errors I gave up. Trying to get the seller to give me a refund. I suspect one of the AMD chipset where fried as everything connected to one of AMD chipsets was giving issues.
2nd) MSI x670e Carbon Wifi delivered May 9th:
I opted to try MSI, because what are the odds of another board from another manufacturer giving issues. It lasted basically 20 days. Last night while gaming I noticed the PC showed the no internet connection icon on the task bar. All other device in my house still had internet. I rebooted and saw the onboard LAN, Wifi and the 2 bottom Nvme drives disappeared from the Device manager. I went into bios and drives don't even show up even though the game I was playing was one one of them. I reset CMOS, nothing. I updated BIOS to previous non BETA, as I updated for all the SOC issues, nothing. The Nvme drives work fine in the CPU M.2 slots and in another PC. So that's a dead LAN, WIFI and 2x M.2 slots for no reason :/. Again I suspect a dead AMD Chipset.
I remember seeing on twitter a guy complaining that AM5 PCI lanes can deteriorate, is that a thing? Would explain my issues.
Man do I regret going AMD. :(
submitted by ftbscreamer to Amd [link] [comments]
Experienced boot issues from the start, found out is was to do with bottom Nvme being populated. So from the start you can't even use all the Nvme slots. Then Intel I225 onboard LAN started disconnecting. I don't even think the Wifi ever worked, it had multiple errors in the Windows Event Log from the beginning. For some reason it felt like the board was deteriorating, being able to boot became less frequent and BIOS became unusable with extreme lag and hanging. Gigabyte support did not help at all and with multiple back and forth s even with some amazing recommendation like "try a friend's power supply". When it started having huge lag spike by just being in Windows with USB connecting/disconnecting sounds playing and the device manager giving PCIe Downstream Switch Port and USB 3 device errors I gave up. Trying to get the seller to give me a refund. I suspect one of the AMD chipset where fried as everything connected to one of AMD chipsets was giving issues.
2nd) MSI x670e Carbon Wifi delivered May 9th:
I opted to try MSI, because what are the odds of another board from another manufacturer giving issues. It lasted basically 20 days. Last night while gaming I noticed the PC showed the no internet connection icon on the task bar. All other device in my house still had internet. I rebooted and saw the onboard LAN, Wifi and the 2 bottom Nvme drives disappeared from the Device manager. I went into bios and drives don't even show up even though the game I was playing was one one of them. I reset CMOS, nothing. I updated BIOS to previous non BETA, as I updated for all the SOC issues, nothing. The Nvme drives work fine in the CPU M.2 slots and in another PC. So that's a dead LAN, WIFI and 2x M.2 slots for no reason :/. Again I suspect a dead AMD Chipset.
I remember seeing on twitter a guy complaining that AM5 PCI lanes can deteriorate, is that a thing? Would explain my issues.
Man do I regret going AMD. :(
2023.05.29 17:40 iAmBalfrog Dual Purpose Monitor (Gaming PC & Programming Mac, Budget agnostic)
Currently leveraging a 27" 1440p 144hz monitor (centre) with a 27" 1080p 120hz monitor (on the left, with my mac screen on the right, which is then closed when running my desktop PC). Typically the 1440p monitor contains my IDE/meeting screens during the day and is gaming at night. The 1080p side monitor is essentially a monitor for spotify/stack overflow/secondary IDE tabs.
I would ideally like to replace the 1440p 27" with an ultrawide monitor, but considering it will need to render text and some static files consistently through the day I'm worried about QD-OLED burn in. My workspace is big enough I could technically tie-fighter the two current monitors if I put the mac in clamshell mode and or have one monitor in a vertical orientation to the left of the UW.
If however people are leveraging say, the Samsung Odyssey g8/AW34 23DWF for the above scenarios it'd be great to hear. If OLED burn is is likely to occur in this setup then I fall back to a non OLED monitor, such as the Gigabyte M34wq, which would then also bring the benefit of the KVM by reducing some wire clutter on the desk due to having a Mac + PC setup on the same desk, the usb-c connection would also be a plus.
Would appreciate some advice from anyone in a similar scenario and what they ended up finding worked well/have reservations about. M1 well specced Mac (work provided) for daily driving and then a 5900x/7900xtx to power it through gaming in the evening. I work and game in a typically dim lit room so peak brightness isn't a huge concern.
submitted by iAmBalfrog to ultrawidemasterrace [link] [comments]
I would ideally like to replace the 1440p 27" with an ultrawide monitor, but considering it will need to render text and some static files consistently through the day I'm worried about QD-OLED burn in. My workspace is big enough I could technically tie-fighter the two current monitors if I put the mac in clamshell mode and or have one monitor in a vertical orientation to the left of the UW.
If however people are leveraging say, the Samsung Odyssey g8/AW34 23DWF for the above scenarios it'd be great to hear. If OLED burn is is likely to occur in this setup then I fall back to a non OLED monitor, such as the Gigabyte M34wq, which would then also bring the benefit of the KVM by reducing some wire clutter on the desk due to having a Mac + PC setup on the same desk, the usb-c connection would also be a plus.
Would appreciate some advice from anyone in a similar scenario and what they ended up finding worked well/have reservations about. M1 well specced Mac (work provided) for daily driving and then a 5900x/7900xtx to power it through gaming in the evening. I work and game in a typically dim lit room so peak brightness isn't a huge concern.
2023.05.29 17:35 the_artchitect I'm married and depressed, in that order.
Some context: I (male) married back in 2020 to a girl I met in college. We'd been dating for 4ish years and had known her for 2 years more. A little after a year into our marriage, I was medically diagnosed with depression.
Now, some of my depression symptoms started maybe a year or two before getting married - gradually increasing apathy & fatigue, and decreasing energy & motivation. I really started noticing it more within the 12 months prior to marriage. It mostly exhibited itself in low energy and lack of motivation despite having a job I loved. Maybe it was because I moved away from a great college life to a city where I didn't know a soul.
So all that's going on... then in 2020, I left said job I loved to move to a town to get married to the girl. Of course, 2020 is going on all the while. Couldn't find a job for a couple months. Eventually got an offer at a job I only kind of wanted, started the week after our wedding (August 2020), and proceeded to be discontent with that job for the next year and a half. Late 2021 came the official diagnosis. Since then, my feelings about my job have improved and I've been promoted and given lots of opportunity, so overall I feel better about my job.
So all that was the context, which gets me to my main point - While depression may have started before our marriage, I think our marriage is sustaining depression. That started shortly after our wedding, when my wife and I started to discover that we can't have s*x. We'd later find out she had a microperforated himen (extra thick and painful tissue with no real opening). About a year later, she had that surgically removed, but the issue didn't resolve as she was also dealing with [email protected] (extreme sensitivity). I was patient, gracious, and loving for a long time, but I've grown impatient and increasingly resentful over nearly 3 years. We've successfully pene+rated only 3 or 4 times, and only one of those was enjoyable for both of us. She also has a much lower s*x drive than me, so my s*xual needs aren't being met, not even close.
Now, I'll be intentionally vague here, but we are also both religious. Because of that, she's not really willing to "explore" alternatives. Also because of our religion, divorce isn't really an option I'll realistically consider, and I knew that going into marriage. Regardless, over the last year or so, divorce has been on my mind constantly. I find myself wishing I'd never married. I miss the life I was starting to build for myself in my last city, because even though I was maybe still dealing with depression, I was enjoying myself there. I had freedom to spend my money and have fun and do what I want, but my wife is very conservative with money and hates when I spend, so I don't feel like I can do anything I want. Somehow I also ignored how different our interests and personalities actually were while we were dating.
So here's what that has to do with depression - I think I was able to manage my depression, even without meds, before we wed. But, I think all these issues we've dealt with have caused my depression to persist, even with meds. I've always been a pretty gracious, understanding, and forgiving person, I think, but I've become so bitter and resentful and full of hate (I'm not sure I've ever actually hated anyone til now)... but I can't divorce. So I just feel super stuck.
Worse, my wife has no idea I feel this way, I don't think. I've told her that some of my depression may be sustained by some of the issues we've dealt with, but she has no idea how resentful I've become of her. And I don't want to say anything, because assuming we stay together, I don't want that fear to hang over her and over our relationship for the rest of our lives. So she thinks everything is fine, while I have no idea how I'm going to deal with this the rest of my life.
I have no f*cking idea how to keep living with this (metaphorically only; thankfully, self-harm hasn't been one of my symptoms).
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Now, some of my depression symptoms started maybe a year or two before getting married - gradually increasing apathy & fatigue, and decreasing energy & motivation. I really started noticing it more within the 12 months prior to marriage. It mostly exhibited itself in low energy and lack of motivation despite having a job I loved. Maybe it was because I moved away from a great college life to a city where I didn't know a soul.
So all that's going on... then in 2020, I left said job I loved to move to a town to get married to the girl. Of course, 2020 is going on all the while. Couldn't find a job for a couple months. Eventually got an offer at a job I only kind of wanted, started the week after our wedding (August 2020), and proceeded to be discontent with that job for the next year and a half. Late 2021 came the official diagnosis. Since then, my feelings about my job have improved and I've been promoted and given lots of opportunity, so overall I feel better about my job.
So all that was the context, which gets me to my main point - While depression may have started before our marriage, I think our marriage is sustaining depression. That started shortly after our wedding, when my wife and I started to discover that we can't have s*x. We'd later find out she had a microperforated himen (extra thick and painful tissue with no real opening). About a year later, she had that surgically removed, but the issue didn't resolve as she was also dealing with [email protected] (extreme sensitivity). I was patient, gracious, and loving for a long time, but I've grown impatient and increasingly resentful over nearly 3 years. We've successfully pene+rated only 3 or 4 times, and only one of those was enjoyable for both of us. She also has a much lower s*x drive than me, so my s*xual needs aren't being met, not even close.
Now, I'll be intentionally vague here, but we are also both religious. Because of that, she's not really willing to "explore" alternatives. Also because of our religion, divorce isn't really an option I'll realistically consider, and I knew that going into marriage. Regardless, over the last year or so, divorce has been on my mind constantly. I find myself wishing I'd never married. I miss the life I was starting to build for myself in my last city, because even though I was maybe still dealing with depression, I was enjoying myself there. I had freedom to spend my money and have fun and do what I want, but my wife is very conservative with money and hates when I spend, so I don't feel like I can do anything I want. Somehow I also ignored how different our interests and personalities actually were while we were dating.
So here's what that has to do with depression - I think I was able to manage my depression, even without meds, before we wed. But, I think all these issues we've dealt with have caused my depression to persist, even with meds. I've always been a pretty gracious, understanding, and forgiving person, I think, but I've become so bitter and resentful and full of hate (I'm not sure I've ever actually hated anyone til now)... but I can't divorce. So I just feel super stuck.
Worse, my wife has no idea I feel this way, I don't think. I've told her that some of my depression may be sustained by some of the issues we've dealt with, but she has no idea how resentful I've become of her. And I don't want to say anything, because assuming we stay together, I don't want that fear to hang over her and over our relationship for the rest of our lives. So she thinks everything is fine, while I have no idea how I'm going to deal with this the rest of my life.
I have no f*cking idea how to keep living with this (metaphorically only; thankfully, self-harm hasn't been one of my symptoms).
2023.05.29 17:26 igor-campos Help with underextrusion on Kliper with Sherpa mini on Sapphire plus with Robin nano 1.2 and TMC2209
Hello, I am struggling to 3D print an RC plane (https://hackaday.io/project/175286-minihawk-vtol).
The print is single walled, so this might've been happening before in the inner walls but I only realized it now. I get these weird irregular underextrusion, usually around the edges of the models.
I've played with temperature (no change from 200-230, eSun PLA), retraction (0.7 mm now, direct drive), extruder idler tension, microsteps (now 16), extruder stepper current (now at 0.95 A), neither of those solved the issue. Pressure advance is also quite low (0.055).
The hotend is an E3Dv6 clone and the print speed is 80 mm/s at the outer walls, with a layer height of 0.2 mm this gives 6 mm³/s of flow, quite within the capacity of the extruder set-up. Also the faster printing infill is not giving issues, so I don't think is related to the flow.
I have ran dry of ideas and hopefully the more experienced members here can come to my rescue.
Any ideas are welcome.
Here is the Klipper config:
[include timelapse.cfg]
[stepper_x] step_pin: PE3 dir_pin: !PE2 enable_pin: !PE4 microsteps: 128 rotation_distance: 40 endstop_pin: !PA15 position_endstop: -2 position_min: -2 position_max: 300 homing_speed: 50
[tmc2209 stepper_x] uart_pin: PC8
[tmc2209 stepper_y] uart_pin: PC9
[tmc2209 stepper_z] uart_pin: PC12
[tmc2209 stepper_z1] uart_pin: PC10
[tmc2209 extruder] uart_pin: PC11
[heater_bed] heater_pin: PA0 sensor_type: EPCOS 100K B57560G104F # Stock sensor_pin: PC0 min_temp: 0 max_temp: 130 control: pid pid_Kp: 325.10 pid_Ki: 63.35 pid_Kd: 417.10
[fan] pin: PB1
[mcu] serial: /dev/serial/by-id/usb-1a86_USB_Serial-if00-port0 restart_method: command
[printer] kinematics: corexy max_velocity: 250 max_accel: 8900 max_z_velocity: 25 max_z_accel: 100
[static_digital_output reset_display] pins: !PC6, !PD13
[bltouch] sensor_pin: PA11 control_pin: PA8 x_offset: 0 y_offset: -42 z_offset: 2.575 stow_on_each_sample: False
[safe_z_home] home_xy_position: 150,192 # Change coordinates to the center of your print bed speed: 50 z_hop: 10 # Move up 10mm z_hop_speed: 5
[bed_mesh] speed: 50 horizontal_move_z: 5 mesh_min: 10,10 mesh_max: 290, 258 probe_count: 5,5
[gcode_macro G29] gcode: G28 # G28 X # G90 # G0 X15 # G28 Y # G28 Z BED_MESH_CALIBRATE
[virtual_sdcard] path: ~/gcode_files
[display_status] [pause_resume]
[filament_switch_sensor filament_sensor] pause_on_runout: FALSE runout_gcode: F_CONSUMED event_delay: 3.0 switch_pin: PA4
[gcode_macro F_CONSUMED] variable_filament_consumed: 0 variable_filament_lenght: 500 # length between the sensor and extruder gcode: # save current filament consumption SET_GCODE_VARIABLE MACRO=F_CONSUMED VARIABLE=filament_consumed VALUE={printer.print_stats.filament_used} # start checking filament consumption UPDATE_DELAYED_GCODE ID=DELAY_M600 DURATION=1
[delayed_gcode DELAY_M600] gcode: # use set for easier reading {% set consumed=printer["gcode_macro F_CONSUMED"].filament_consumed %} {% set length=printer["gcode_macro F_CONSUMED"].filament_lenght %} # check if predetermine length is reached {% if printer.print_stats.filament_usedfloat <= (consumedfloat + lengthfloat) %} # start looping this script every second UPDATE_DELAYED_GCODE ID=DELAY_M600 DURATION=1 {% else %} M600 REPEAT_M300 {% endif %}
[gcode_macro M600] gcode: PAUSE G91 G1 E-5 F500 G1 E15 G1 E-15 G92 E0
[output_pin BEEPER_Pin] pin: PC5 pwm: True value: 0 shutdown_value: 0 cycle_time: 0.001 scale: 1
[gcode_macro REPEAT_M300] gcode: {% set count = params.REPEATdefault(10)int %} {% for c in range(count) %} M300 G4 P3000 {% endfor %}
[gcode_macro M300] gcode: {% set tones = [1000, 1500, 2000, 2500, 3000, 2500, 2000, 1500, 1000] %} ; S sets the tone frequency {% for count in tones %} {% set cytime = 1 / count %} SET_PIN PIN=BEEPER_Pin VALUE={0.5} CYCLE_TIME={cytime} ;Play tone G4 P50 ;tone duration SET_PIN PIN=BEEPER_Pin VALUE=0 {% endfor %}
[gcode_macro PAUSE] rename_existing: BASE_PAUSE gcode: {% set X = 5 %} #edit to your park position {% set Y = 5 %} #edit to your park position {% set Z = 10 %} #edit to your park position {% set E = 5 %} #edit to your retract length SAVE_GCODE_STATE NAME=PAUSE_state BASE_PAUSE G91 G1 E-{E} F2100 G1 Z{Z} G90 G1 X{X} Y{Y} F6000
[gcode_macro RESUME] rename_existing: BASE_RESUME gcode: {% set E = 5 %} #edit to your retract length G91 G1 E{E} F2100 G90 RESTORE_GCODE_STATE NAME=PAUSE_state MOVE=1 BASE_RESUME
[gcode_macro CANCEL_PRINT] rename_existing: BASE_CANCEL_PRINT gcode: TURN_OFF_HEATERS CLEAR_PAUSE SDCARD_RESET_FILE BASE_CANCEL_PRINT
[mcu rpi] serial: /tmp/klipper_host_mcu
[adxl345] cs_pin: rpi:None
[resonance_tester] accel_chip: adxl345 probe_points: 150,150,20
[input_shaper] shaper_freq_x: 73.4 #69 shaper_type_x: mzv shaper_freq_y: 52.8 #54.2 shaper_type_y: mzv
submitted by igor-campos to FixMyPrint [link] [comments]
The print is single walled, so this might've been happening before in the inner walls but I only realized it now. I get these weird irregular underextrusion, usually around the edges of the models.
I've played with temperature (no change from 200-230, eSun PLA), retraction (0.7 mm now, direct drive), extruder idler tension, microsteps (now 16), extruder stepper current (now at 0.95 A), neither of those solved the issue. Pressure advance is also quite low (0.055).
The hotend is an E3Dv6 clone and the print speed is 80 mm/s at the outer walls, with a layer height of 0.2 mm this gives 6 mm³/s of flow, quite within the capacity of the extruder set-up. Also the faster printing infill is not giving issues, so I don't think is related to the flow.
I have ran dry of ideas and hopefully the more experienced members here can come to my rescue.
Any ideas are welcome.
Here is the Klipper config:
[include timelapse.cfg]
[stepper_x] step_pin: PE3 dir_pin: !PE2 enable_pin: !PE4 microsteps: 128 rotation_distance: 40 endstop_pin: !PA15 position_endstop: -2 position_min: -2 position_max: 300 homing_speed: 50
[tmc2209 stepper_x] uart_pin: PC8
microsteps: 32
interpolate: True
run_current: 0.9 hold_current: 0.5stealthchop_threshold: 999
[stepper_y] step_pin: PE0 dir_pin: !PB9 enable_pin: !PE1 microsteps: 128 rotation_distance: 40 endstop_pin: !PA12 position_endstop: 300 position_max: 300 homing_speed: 50[tmc2209 stepper_y] uart_pin: PC9
microsteps: 32
interpolate: True
run_current: 0.9 hold_current: 0.5stealthchop_threshold: 999
[stepper_z] step_pin: PB5 dir_pin: !PB4 enable_pin: !PB8 microsteps: 64 rotation_distance: 8endstop_pin: !PC4
position_endstop: 0
endstop_pin: probe:z_virtual_endstop position_max: 340 position_min: -3[tmc2209 stepper_z] uart_pin: PC12
microsteps: 32
interpolate: True
run_current: 0.8 hold_current: 0.5stealthchop_threshold: 999
[stepper_z1] step_pin: PA6 dir_pin: !PA1 enable_pin: !PA3 microsteps: 64 rotation_distance: 8endstop_pin: !PC4
endstop_pin: probe:z_virtual_endstop[tmc2209 stepper_z1] uart_pin: PC10
microsteps: 32
interpolate: True
run_current: 0.8 hold_current: 0.5stealthchop_threshold: 999
[extruder] step_pin: PD6 dir_pin: !PD3 enable_pin: !PB3 microsteps: 16 gear_ratio: 50:10 rotation_distance: 20.65 #23.52 nozzle_diameter: 0.400 filament_diameter: 1.750 heater_pin: PB0 sensor_type: EPCOS 100K B57560G104F # Stock sensor_pin: PC1 min_temp: 0 max_temp: 260 control: pid pid_Kp: 19.753 pid_Ki: 1.045 pid_Kd: 93.331pid_Kp: 17.48
pid_Ki: 1.32
pid_Kd: 57.81
pressure_advance: 0.055[tmc2209 extruder] uart_pin: PC11
microsteps: 32
interpolate: True
run_current: 0.95 hold_current: 0.5 stealthchop_threshold: 0[heater_bed] heater_pin: PA0 sensor_type: EPCOS 100K B57560G104F # Stock sensor_pin: PC0 min_temp: 0 max_temp: 130 control: pid pid_Kp: 325.10 pid_Ki: 63.35 pid_Kd: 417.10
[fan] pin: PB1
[mcu] serial: /dev/serial/by-id/usb-1a86_USB_Serial-if00-port0 restart_method: command
[printer] kinematics: corexy max_velocity: 250 max_accel: 8900 max_z_velocity: 25 max_z_accel: 100
[static_digital_output reset_display] pins: !PC6, !PD13
[bltouch] sensor_pin: PA11 control_pin: PA8 x_offset: 0 y_offset: -42 z_offset: 2.575 stow_on_each_sample: False
samples: 3
[screws_tilt_adjust] horizontal_move_z: 5 screw1: 35,300 screw1_name: back left screw2: 265,300 screw2_name: back right screw3: 265,77 screw3_name: front right screw4: 35,77 screw4_name: front left screw_thread: CW-M4[safe_z_home] home_xy_position: 150,192 # Change coordinates to the center of your print bed speed: 50 z_hop: 10 # Move up 10mm z_hop_speed: 5
[bed_mesh] speed: 50 horizontal_move_z: 5 mesh_min: 10,10 mesh_max: 290, 258 probe_count: 5,5
[gcode_macro G29] gcode: G28 # G28 X # G90 # G0 X15 # G28 Y # G28 Z BED_MESH_CALIBRATE
[virtual_sdcard] path: ~/gcode_files
[display_status] [pause_resume]
[filament_switch_sensor filament_sensor] pause_on_runout: FALSE runout_gcode: F_CONSUMED event_delay: 3.0 switch_pin: PA4
[gcode_macro F_CONSUMED] variable_filament_consumed: 0 variable_filament_lenght: 500 # length between the sensor and extruder gcode: # save current filament consumption SET_GCODE_VARIABLE MACRO=F_CONSUMED VARIABLE=filament_consumed VALUE={printer.print_stats.filament_used} # start checking filament consumption UPDATE_DELAYED_GCODE ID=DELAY_M600 DURATION=1
[delayed_gcode DELAY_M600] gcode: # use set for easier reading {% set consumed=printer["gcode_macro F_CONSUMED"].filament_consumed %} {% set length=printer["gcode_macro F_CONSUMED"].filament_lenght %} # check if predetermine length is reached {% if printer.print_stats.filament_usedfloat <= (consumedfloat + lengthfloat) %} # start looping this script every second UPDATE_DELAYED_GCODE ID=DELAY_M600 DURATION=1 {% else %} M600 REPEAT_M300 {% endif %}
[gcode_macro M600] gcode: PAUSE G91 G1 E-5 F500 G1 E15 G1 E-15 G92 E0
[output_pin BEEPER_Pin] pin: PC5 pwm: True value: 0 shutdown_value: 0 cycle_time: 0.001 scale: 1
[gcode_macro REPEAT_M300] gcode: {% set count = params.REPEATdefault(10)int %} {% for c in range(count) %} M300 G4 P3000 {% endfor %}
[gcode_macro M300] gcode: {% set tones = [1000, 1500, 2000, 2500, 3000, 2500, 2000, 1500, 1000] %} ; S sets the tone frequency {% for count in tones %} {% set cytime = 1 / count %} SET_PIN PIN=BEEPER_Pin VALUE={0.5} CYCLE_TIME={cytime} ;Play tone G4 P50 ;tone duration SET_PIN PIN=BEEPER_Pin VALUE=0 {% endfor %}
[gcode_macro PAUSE] rename_existing: BASE_PAUSE gcode: {% set X = 5 %} #edit to your park position {% set Y = 5 %} #edit to your park position {% set Z = 10 %} #edit to your park position {% set E = 5 %} #edit to your retract length SAVE_GCODE_STATE NAME=PAUSE_state BASE_PAUSE G91 G1 E-{E} F2100 G1 Z{Z} G90 G1 X{X} Y{Y} F6000
[gcode_macro RESUME] rename_existing: BASE_RESUME gcode: {% set E = 5 %} #edit to your retract length G91 G1 E{E} F2100 G90 RESTORE_GCODE_STATE NAME=PAUSE_state MOVE=1 BASE_RESUME
[gcode_macro CANCEL_PRINT] rename_existing: BASE_CANCEL_PRINT gcode: TURN_OFF_HEATERS CLEAR_PAUSE SDCARD_RESET_FILE BASE_CANCEL_PRINT
[mcu rpi] serial: /tmp/klipper_host_mcu
[adxl345] cs_pin: rpi:None
[resonance_tester] accel_chip: adxl345 probe_points: 150,150,20
[input_shaper] shaper_freq_x: 73.4 #69 shaper_type_x: mzv shaper_freq_y: 52.8 #54.2 shaper_type_y: mzv
2023.05.29 17:20 Top-Bake-4014 What's the best pocket projector under $200?
I've found 3 models that I think are decent.
The Miroir M76, the AAXA LED Pico+, and the Kodak portable DLP.
I think the Kodak is the best of the 3, but it lacks a microSD reader and i'm not sure it's USB port is for input or not.
Mostly I just want to project anime off a microSD or USB drive on the go.
Thank you for your input
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The Miroir M76, the AAXA LED Pico+, and the Kodak portable DLP.
I think the Kodak is the best of the 3, but it lacks a microSD reader and i'm not sure it's USB port is for input or not.
Mostly I just want to project anime off a microSD or USB drive on the go.
Thank you for your input
2023.05.29 17:13 johnys1245 PSP not recognized as Type B on PC
Hi, /PSP/, I know this is something that has probably been on this sub many, many times, but even after going through a bunch of posts from the past, I haven't been able to solve my issue.I'm trying to set up RemoteJoy on my PSP 3001 (Version 6.60 PRO-C2 with Infinity), but my PC keeps recognizing the PSP as "PSP Type A", no matter what I do. I have tried installing the libusb driver using both zadig and inf-wizard, yet nothing helped. The PC still won't recognize the PSP unless I switch on USB mode.I'm using Windows 10 and I can provide any screenshots necessary, any help is appreciated.
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2023.05.29 17:09 Imaginary-Zebra-3589 Complete English translation of the Aniara sequel book by Harry Martinson called Doriderna
Hi everyone! This is a complete English translation of the Aniara sequel book by Harry Martinson called Doriderna that was put together after the author died. This translation was put together using various translation programs that can be found online, so I can't guarantee that it is a perfect translation, but it's better than nothing. I will also post the original in Swedish so you can improve the translation or look up words etc. if you want. Hope you enjoy!
I would also like to let everyone know that I am also working on my own Aniara fan fiction short story that I call "The Lost Voices of Aniara". This story tells about the events aboard the Aniara from the view point of another passenger and attempts to add more details to the story. It should be ready in the next week or two.
HARRY MARTINSON
The Dorides (Doriderna)
Remaining poems and prose pieces in selection and with preface by Tord Hall Albert Bonniers Förlag
PREFACE
For reasons I will not go into here, Harry Martinson did not publish any new work in the last years of his life. There is therefore a very large literary legacy, the publication of which began in the fall of 1978 with "Längs ekots stigar" (Along the paths of the echo), published by Georg Svensson. This collection contains only a few purely scientific poems - the emphasis is on nature poetry. The selection was made from unpublished material - which had nevertheless reached the proof stage - in three previous collections.
It remains to address other lines of thought in Harry Martinson's work: the ideas in Aniara, which in various forms occupied his imagination until the end. To follow the continuation of this great theme - at least in part - is what I am trying to do in this second selection from the surviving archive.
The 103 songs in Aniara were part of a larger set of poems, and the author then worked for several years on a sequel, to be called 'The Dorids', the people of the tribe of Doris. Around 1959 there were about 80 songs - most of them in more or less completed drafts. The dominant figure in the Dorids would not be Isagel or the Mimarobe, but Nobia, the Samaritan from the tundra planet and deportation site of Mars. Nobia would be a norna (fate goddess), though not a cruel goddess of fate, but a norna who weaves goodness into the fabric of the world.
But the whole project remained a large-scale endeavor. The reasons were many: illness, world events, which seemed to be moving towards a fulfillment of the prophecies in Aniara, and which gave him an increasingly dark view of life: he told me that "Aniara has become a neurosis" ... I feel like Mima being blown apart'. But the decisive reason was surely his demand for absolute freedom in his creativity. He did not want to be confined, and the result was, as he himself said, 'I have stepped out of Aniara'.
The fact that Harry Martinson stepped out of Aniara, and thus also out of the Dorides, does not at all mean that he left the motifs or ideas found there, which cover the scientific field from atoms to stars. Rather, it means that he was able to write without direct connection to the characters of Aniara and the Dorides in particular.
I have therefore considered it justified to call this entire collection the Dorides, even though the prose pieces and several poems do not have a clearly visible connection with such a title.
In order to comment briefly on the selection, I would like to say a few words about Harry Martinson's attitude towards modern science (it is my intention to return to this subject in more detail).
There are two main lines. One is deterministic, and has its roots in classical physics, founded by Newton, which dominated until the end of the 19th century. It has a philosophical form in the law of causation, which means that if you know enough facts about a certain course of events in the present and in the past, you can precisely specify the course of events in the future. Examples of such events in the 'big world' - the macrocosm - are solar and lunar eclipses.
But in the world of atoms - the microcosm - this determinism does not apply. Heisenberg demonstrated this through his uncertainty relation, also known as the indeterminacy principle. In the atoms, individual events are indeterminate, we cannot discern any causality - there is randomness. But chance can be mastered by the methods of statistics, and we must content ourselves with a "statistical causality", which describes the course of events in the atom with the highest possible degree of probability.
It is this second, indeterministic line that has long been followed by most physicists. But there is one major exception, and that is Einstein. At the 1927 meeting of physicists in Brussels, for example, he asked Bohr, Heisenberg and others with mild irony whether they really believed that God plays dice - "ob der liebe Gott würfelt". Einstein was convinced that the universe follows an ordering principle, a geometric structure, which can be called a world soul. This is a pantheistic view that is reminiscent of Spinoza.
Similar ideas are already present in Aniara, but in this selection the picture has become more sharply defined. Harry Martinson does not believe that chance plays a decisive role in the course of the world, as is clear from several poems and prose pieces. He believes more in Einstein than in dozens of other Nobel Prize winners. Apart from these authorities, he follows his intuition.
His approach to religion has often been quoted: he chooses the Riddler over the God. This belief is reflected in 'The Riddle'. In 'Poems on Light and Darkness', published in 1971, Harry Martinson, with 'The Inner Light' and 'The Bird in the Phoenix Bell', presents the events inside the atom itself. These poems show that - although 'Aniara' and 'The Dorides' are more about stars than atoms - he never lost his interest in the microcosm. In this selection, it is the atoms that are more interesting than the stars.
The bard enters the atom. He describes the course of events in a world which is completely beyond our senses and which, despite the enormous aids of science, we will probably never be able to understand exactly. The story itself probably comes from Gamow's book "Mr. Tompkins Explores the Atom". Published in Swedish translation in 1946, it is, along with "Mr. Tompkins in Wonderland" (also 1946), the versatile Gamow's best popular science books. Harry Martinson rated them highly.
The two poems 'Submerged as in a dream but still awake' and 'Actually, the comprehensibility was slight' depict a journey of thought into the atom, and the same motif recurs in several other places.
The poem "A Cosmic Thickness Lying Boundlessly Spread" poetically depicts a world development related to the hypothesis of the "stationary universe" put forward by Hoyle and others, and to Klein-Alfvén's "symmetrical cosmology". For several reasons - mainly aesthetic - Harry Martinson did not like the theory of 'the big bang', which was celebrated by most scientists. His poem should have been written quite a long time ago, and perhaps he would have changed his mind if he had been given the opportunity to understand what the "cosmic background radiation" - with a temperature of about 3 degrees above absolute zero - means for the credibility of "The big bang". It took natural scientists some time to become convinced that this radiation can best be interpreted as a fading glow after an unimaginable cosmic explosion some 18 billion years ago.
This selection also contains several pieces of prose, which in general do not need any comment. But I would like to mention a few. For "The Figuration Patterns of the Goddancer's Juggling Program", in three sections, there is a drawing by Harry Martinson, reproduced on the cover of this collection. The spread comes from Hindu philosophy: we see 'Siwa's juggling dance before Brama'. The dominant curves are so-called lemniscates, which were already known to the ancient Greeks. The lemniscate looks like an eight and is the mathematical symbol for infinity. It is defined as the trajectory of a point under the condition that the product of its distances to two given points is constant. In the center of the drawing there are several small curves. They are ellipses, and an ellipse - also first studied by the Greeks - is defined as the trajectory of a point under the condition that the sum of its distances to two given points is constant. The result is a geometric pattern, similar to a flower, which at the same time provides a poetic image of the complex interplay of forces in the atom with outward and inward energy impulses The juggler finds it increasingly difficult to work with his ball-particles as he progresses through the periodic table of the elements. In the end, he "dances the spectral theme in the dance of the Phoenix" - a symbol of the indestructibility of both energy and poetry, and a recurring motif in Martinson's poetry.
"Delsaga om tidens ariadnetråd" (Part of the saga of the Ariadne thread of time) is almost a fantasy about four-dimensional space, where you have to be careful not to get on the wrong track. The selection of prose pieces ends with "Some fairies dancing in the summer night near a quiet lake". It is a cheerful tale where the author combines a love of the Swedish summer with a love of light.
I made this selection at the direct request of Harry. He even said several times that I should have all his scientific poems and prose pieces. But I think I judged this offer correctly when I saw it as an expression of his great generosity towards his friends. I always replied that he himself should complete and select what was to be published. But in his last years he did not want to publish anything. I therefore promised to make a selection if he did not change his mind.
He did not, and this collection is the result.
Finally, I would like to thank Ingrid Martinson and Georg Svensson for the understanding and assistance they have given me in bringing this selection to fruition.
Tord Hall
The Dorides (Doriderna)
The book you hold was written in Mima's hall.
Now, on a secret wavelength, it is sent home to you, my friend, who for some years inhabits a spherical beach called the Valley of Doris.
In other words, it was written so close to your own being that nothing could be closer to you than those described here. You are one of them.
Over the graves, the indifferent wind spreads
the whisper of the immortal gods
that no loss is foreseen in the grand scheme of things.
But what do the gods - those wasteful billionaires of the heavens - know about the beautiful and wonderful Doris?
how she was worth saving forever
and that whoever loved her
can never be comforted by the gods' continued waste.
About her a bird sings now alone in the tree of the grave. Of her as she was, the glorious one, if no other, the Dorides' thrush sings.
The window was full of stars,
The Leonids' swarm of stars came, then you know the time.
Autumn was gone, its yellowing burnt.
The lookout tower, closed on the wooded mountains.
I stood as a child of a time that saw the stars detach from the roofs towards a room where novas frightened a more distant valley, I found other myths than those I was used to picking hurled at me from the space of the Leonids.
I stood in the cathedral of fear of dreams.
The great copper woman who lay there with her back soldered to the lid of the sarcophagus drove horror into me, cast my foot with lead.
That the copper woman knew who I was, I immediately sensed as a deadly weight, and that I had been summoned here by herself, by the queen of copper, of that I was certain.
In empty benches sat forgotten years, from the emptiness of the auditorium the organ pipes shone like stalactites in the vault of a cave and there was nothing, no light, no hint that gathered my crumbling courage.
For everything was fulfilled as it was written in stone once when the water abandoned the green and it was said that man will go away and become the dead slave of the dead dust.
And as I stood there gripped, filled with horror
for this judgment and epitaph
which was predetermined and rehearsed
in the mute trumpet of the seraphim of the stones,
bells fell suddenly from the towers to the earth that rocked with an ore-broken thunder, and the copper woman rose, a scream of remembrance drawn from afar to her lips as she drew me in close to her copper body in terrified death.
He woke up. There was light. It was day.
And the Samaritan Nobia sat silent, but still heard the echo of the screams his dreams had squeezed out of his fear.
She searched for words simple enough for a stranger to grasp, but not so simple as to drive away his trust, hardly won yet.
In simple action she finally found them.
And she stood up and smiled with milk
From the moors of Gondrin to the mouth of this fugitive.
It is no exaggeration to say that space gave us long winter evenings rolled into one - the one that lasts. Our leisure time finally became a grim question with ice in our eyes and a frozen flame.
It became necessary to tell stories from reality - as it can be taken. I chose to tell about King Basii, who, supported by Chefone, forcibly turned himself into a god and magician in a celestial drama.
The Goldonder King felt like God and determined to live up to the gods he built himself a city in the sky.
It was a global world city of goldonders assembled into a kind of hive heaven.
But Basil's space-city, though it contained twelve million men in his service, was not enough for him; he had another built, and the greatest city in the world was soon in space. That city was a marvel to behold: a mighty golden dome, surrounded by three bionomically serving drabants, one of which was called the Vegetable City, one the Fish Drabant, and the third the Sting.
The names reveal their role and purpose.
So Basii sits in his heavenly land. The aquarium dragon orbits faithfully and Stings follows it with fattened animals and the vegetable moon amounts to the redwood.
The golden dome was the city of retreat for all climbers and celestial rebels, for gamma was a poison to all alike and all poor and rich alike had to choose between death and escape.
So many preferred the city of Basil.
But although he rules over twelve million
inhabitants of the great city of space, he is still very rarely happy.
And although the dragons in a faithful circle
raise animals and grow fish and wheat
Basil's only pleasure is when he gets
with Vulvis, the royal slave, to bathe in Lethe.
But all the deliciously good virginity
that can be enjoyed in Basil's harem
is in its nakedness a skin of fear.
of frightened dissimulation. And his love story
...is but a tale to be seen from the outside..,
and all his lust a forced voluptuousness.
Thus in The Night of Aniara I draw a little picture that everyone can understand from the rich treasure of reality.
And every time I make an arabesque in the hall of Mima about this space grotesque that Basil's space city can probably be said to be, I can for an hour or so make people sigh: the best is here anyway.
From Basil's false heaven we preserve. No, I'd rather travel with Aniara.
But soon the alarm goes off. The bells proclaim that the images of the fairy tale are overtaken by visions here that distress ignites.
And quickly to the halls I return.
The Goldonder's garden bubbled with glamour. A party was being held there and Chefone was there. He showed us a picture of the smith of happiness: the goldonder king Basii, a portrait jubilantly taken on the day the fifteen thousandth goldonder lay in the field ready for the wave of endlessness.
Then we were each seized by thoughtfulness and went to our own in solitude.
For in every ship of this number there was a Mima locked up in its cage.
The Rapid criminal was much loved and could operate as he pleased under the protection of the admiration he aroused. He always appeared at great speeds and abducted women whom he brought to Chefone in light blue rapid rockets.
Of course it was criminal, the people of the valley thought, but the charm was so close to the deed that the rampart was breached by sheer admiration and open worship soon followed the advice of restraint at the murder pedal.
Tucked away in a corner of our gondola, I pretend to smile at some rough fellows who spend their evenings with mockery and violence, with a devilish flutter as their sole aim.
They look at me and find me mortified,
- The clear approval is what they expect...
and I'm close to being squeezed badly
every time they jokingly glance at my grave door.
The brute is approaching, his dull face with many a foolish whim weighing on his mind.
And many a scowl missed by pigs from the worst corners of the soul he throws at me.
And when, full of fear, I strike with depleted strength in the dull face, the troll is only amused by my blow and raises his eyebrow with interest.
Then I flee between the troll's legs and out the other side of the danger of death.
How this happened can only be fully explained by the light of the gopher and the fourth tensor theory.
Here came the sober, composed and sober man who always kept his soul in trim and stuck to the dry, honest maxims of life.
Now he went into the fire with his imagination.
His cool reason was completely burned His sober composure was fried in seconds when the photo turbo in Xinombra exaggerated the cold matter.
And yet I can't help but admire the man as he made his way to the office where he had been employed for many years
and where, despite offers to flee to the tundra, he provided punch cards for thousands who broke up every day.
There died a man who never raised his voice, who always remained true to his calm tone, the martyr of calm composure who was burned when the cruel fires of excess were lit.
One is often chilled to the rock crystal by everything one hears before the ear falls like gray-white ash into the cremation hall.
And the girl from Rind who sees nothing is often heard to ask beyond the eye: how is the world of such torment visible? What is to be seen in this madness, where eeriness against eeriness is heard to answer?
Cultivating insight seemed futile
and many fell away from the faithful crowd.
and its program which was to see through
so that with the transparency of evil
as lens and instrument
try to find new signs
and new ways for the land of Gond.
Most people grew tired and withdrew from the room of the Truth Service, and Nobia sat for long periods almost alone, trying to hold on to her looms, always tormented
by the blood moisture of evil memories, the echoes of horror
surrounded her days
and made the Mara a bedfellow
who tore the fabric of the noman
and raped Nobia's dream
and the mood of life over the moors of Gondria.
It is as important to us to have friends
in the houses of distant worlds as at home by
the familiar road of the green earth.
You are reflected in endless eyes, watched by immense spectators.
They never interfere, but they watch the sewing and the mining,
the nurse and doctor on the rounds and the weapons in the shamelessly cruel wars.
Your own position under their eyes may be likened to the position you take with one whom you do not wish to grieve, but to share joy and to please.
So spoke the old astronomer, and then laid his head down to rest.
And he went smiling to the eternity that had been waiting by his side all his life.
His forehead shone with its ideas, even in the dead of death in the years of space.
He was among those who know the fairies of everything, those who get to comb Berenice's hair.
But for the longest time I still want to believe that this is the torment of an evil dream and the ship Aniara a phantom from which I will wake up in the Valley of Doris.
Perhaps everything is a nightmare and I want to wait with poison and a knife. They say there are dreams of a kind that seem as long as a man's life.
Out of the dust you were born, from its gifts you were supported.
You did not manage the gift, many a meadow you made desolate.
What is beyond this sea is called Going down deep among riddles too great to be found in a grave.
Faith can never cover more than what you see in spirit.
All the other things are too much to bear.
Do you hear the sound of the rescue team calling from an emergency station that is one of a thousand others, regardless of faith?
Now guess where the road leads and what Paradise is.
One of a thousand rescue stations scattered along the coast here.
Now I want to sing to my ear and ask it to listen to a voice that descends not to destroy the language I have collected for comfort. For the comfort of life and death, I whisper the price of sensitivity every time the sinful flow of language storms the breeze of the spirit.
One night Heba lay awake in the city of Aniara and heard the painter's joyful painting.
The skilled varnisher was varnishing the years that would one day end on a stainless steel stretcher.
And suddenly from Heba there was a shout against the smooth roof.
The skilled varnishers know their business well.
Too hard to become joy, too happy to become sorrow. The painters paint everything in Aniara's castle.
We know that we have been left out of the higher insight of the ocean of mystery and that we lack the tools to reach the depths of clarity that Mima once gave. But since Mima's death, the average of what we achieve of truth is not very high average is what is required if the choice of new paths is to be avoided.
A small number reach the values that should be the average to reach.
The others are satisfied with the flow of thought,
the rattle with which time is made to pass.
A daughter of my mother, called Tovi, was born in the night of space. Alas, dear ones, where can the crowd's demand for sensation and wonder lead us?
First came, as it should be, the blissfully sweet and indescribably pure birth, when the mimicry lay naked, uncovered and panting in the golden bed of the formula.
To her camp now came the mimicry and winged it
the naked one, as when the butterfly flies the honey chalice of its flower, in Dori's meadows. The description is not given (much to my regret) because there is always the possibility of a wave of miracles taking place in secret, to the great disappointment of many who wish to see how the mimagyne makes love, and from what angle the picture of the goddess's love life should be taken in order to really reach the audience.
Can it not be enough that Tovi gave birth to an allegorical child whom Isagel happily suckled at her breast and practiced miracles and consolation You may think so yourself, but others think otherwise.
For not even a mimagyn can defend the fruit of her womb against the human hyena who demands a clear answer on every point of what precedes it all: the prelude to sowing,
with the insides of the thighs well described in a clear image that gives the "public" a feeling that it was in the bed.
Yes, it has happened that I have sometimes asked myself (in private silence, of course) whether the smooth ice of superficiality does not have enough joy, and that the great swallows in these spaces are only terrible wakes which, compared to the agile princess and heartlessly threatening with superior power, will in the end become the cold room of beauty.
So small a strip bears, the other breaks, and all the incomparably large gapes with the same dark death which, unchanging with cold upon cold, only imitates itself.
To raise one's hand then with a light-year pound and demonstrate the fugue of eternity on terrible organs, while the girl in the icy distance dances, hardly greater to see than a fly flown away towards the light, it is to chill with the great weapon as when the superpower with the powers the element hides coldly makes its rows in the land of Gond against unsuspecting cities and, although itself dismissing all talk of sin punishment and trial, nevertheless treats the human with such terrible flame that this terrible torrent of loose gamma released by those who do not mean sin punishment nevertheless cruelly destroys both Yaal and Gena and melts down to ashes the wonder Heba
With the same fire they turned on Chebeba.
Posterity does not understand you so easily.
It judges according to the image of posterity
and counts up the time you lived in
as rows of negligence, as offenses
against the spirit of foresight, the duties of thought.
To this it adds the work of suffering
and piles up, as blind as a judge
as you were blind as a criminal, case by case.
Can those who have killed the foundations of joy and destroyed the great city of joy have the right to the joys of life?
Does Cain have the right to be happy?
Can those who strangled the joys of Xinombra and burned the valley of paradise have the right to heights of heaven other than Aniara's daily agony?
I ask but never get an answer. I have to arrange for pastimes
for the hordes of Aniara and manage its entertainment.
A wave of newly awakened hatred swept through the mountains where Nobia lived in deep mines and ghostly white lights illuminated every thread of life in the fabrics she wove.
She had sought and found the thread of life - a discovery of how healing rays are empowered by the inner council of things and fused with the heart of the atom.
And while hatred swelled around the mountains
and wounds screamed in the valley of time.
she wove day and night until the color of victory
and the skin of life rose in the hall of death.
Of her beauty little can be said. It was lost in a wave of radiation but the clear purity of the soul could be weighed; in healed wounds we saw her reflection.
Then I will throw you out of your chair. I will break your armchair view, because it is false and holds a convulsive security in a time that has slipped out of its rooms, but also the other way around: that it becomes a view without deep insight.
From this world, I shall send you happiness today to the kingdom of love, to the evil shore where the Samaritan Nobia and others spread works of love from country to country.
Figuring out the ways of evil and tracking down all the poison in the city of hate was futile, for hate stood there with heavy blocks united row by row.
Within its walls there was life and movement in the birthing centers and squares where human beings were conceived and human beings were born and human life in the human gap was destroyed. It was best to pretend that this city of self-righteous evil existed as nothing more than a devilish childhood that would mature, grow tired of itself.
We resolved to keep on sending saints there for the longest time.
from the saints' camps as long as the funds lasted
and as far as the need still aroused the heart.
This plan was tried for nine years, during which the Rind camp of saints bled to death: an act of self-sacrifice based on faith in the powers of good. But the heavy wall of hate stood just as hard, and the fatigue of leadership followed the act of hate; only too great was the throne of victory we had.
A single city consumed the power which we had thought sufficient for the transformation of the world.
On a rare occasion, the happiness of being free from desire also came.
Then the emptiness suddenly became populated by a kind of spiritualized mystery.
We walked the spirit's path of happiness along the beach, exchanging thoughts, making fortune cards.
It was evening and sunset in the sea.
Night fell, but the land of thought stood firm.
He woke up. She said: guess where.
I can't, he said. How did you get here? The same way you did: up the gravel path and then straight to the left among the cypresses. There was a dewy path the moonlight itself went there with light steps which I tried to imitate.
And when everything was past and the path was over
I managed to become a clear crystal and find you, my friend, on this path.
It is so transparently wonderful here.
We no longer exist. All that was is over.
Neither god nor devil here reaches us anymore and the end is the cruel parody of life.
Where is the plain text?
This is what I'm looking for.
The one that fits but still gives song.
After thanking God that he was a wasp and not something else, he continued between the leafy branches and stung the farmer.
Laid out by spiritual mobs, the truth becomes worse than the lie. When the mob washes the barley, it is never clean.
The rabble always wash in the dunghill from the Augean stables.
Matema's camel bells ring in the deserts of speech where the caravans of unfinished quarrels
never reach their oasis, only become more camels.
Immersed as in a dream but still awake, I found myself changed and so naked that no dream has words for what it was like when, transformed by the stone, I cut down towards the inner realms and while this was happening I became smaller, smaller and even more stripped of layers and layers of time and space as I sank further and further into the stone, deeper and deeper into things.
Who undressed me, wore me down so much that no conceivable smallness so small on this earth can be imagined unless one is long since beyond what every comprehensible thought wants to deny.
And yet I was being stripped and reduced still further in no direction.
So sunk, unceasingly sunk in
towards even more breathtaking reduction
I retained in my dream a way of seeing
and understand that I was traveling into
to the dimensions, the innermost
who with their interior work with their interior
and whose interiors compose the world.
They scare children with darkness, criminals with punishment and sinners with realms beyond death where the vengeful desire to torment has transported its arsenal of tormenting images.
But sorrow follows us every day, and joy follows us every day.
We ourselves are the sorrow, we are also the joy, everything human is rooted in humanity, and no human being can escape humanity, not her hatred and her self-degradation, nor the joy she spreads, nor the love she forms.
There is a third land that is not death and not life, but the reality that pervades all realities, and spins the very thread of the fabric from which dreams are woven. Yes, I had come to the rooms where these threads are spun. When I arrived, I stepped out and saw no longer surprised the smallest fairy, who herself was not at all surprised to welcome me to her inner land.
And although we were both unimaginably smaller than two grains of traveling dust on a suit on earth, we thought we were big here in this smallest room to which I have now come and which nevertheless encloses with its vault a separate world of realities formed.
On the contrary, I cannot describe what I saw of strange things, but that will follow when the habit of telling stories has been practiced for other habits than what life offers,
and other things than those called death.
For though beyond all I have known
this was not death
and though within all I have known
this was not life.
Actually, the comprehensibility was slight, as when multiples arranged in layers, and layered in the directions of space, make the fabric of the dream omnidirectional structural and become a fabric consisting of paths where the thread is only thought of as a path as a sign that here the shuttle has gone, but where is the thread? The thread is the path. I saw how the gnome was in a quandary as to which of two different possibilities to give clarity.
Then came formulas of such an elusive nature that the gnome was again gripped by the anxiety
which arises when the explanation is attempted but little response is felt by the pupil.
And with a look that shone as if with sorrow, he signaled a break in the dilemma. And with a formula more magical than comprehensible, we left the atom.
We expanded to other contexts and sat on a leaf next to a bee eagerly searching for honey in a meadow.
The Dance
Around the great star of the day we shall orbit the years we have been given to live, and our family for a few thousand centuries, perhaps more, perhaps less, no one knows.
But the time that we are orbiting is so small compared to that of the suns where they wander around in orbits in the galaxy our family named the Milky Way, luminous to behold.
What can our eyes see, our hearts cry out at the thought of atoms going around in the same way with waves and particles.
Some have called this the dance of the gods - it is always being danced by everything in the universe.
All indications are that among the arts of the muses
the art of dance is the first and the last,
and we are in it, dancing out
our role in the dance, it is already being danced
in other worlds separate from our time,
in other dance theaters,
yet one thing is clear
that we are dancing our turns.
Our role in it
is ours and no one else's.
Our own role in the dance art of all worlds.
Economic overview
Our earth wanders alive alone, around the sun our dear parent.
As far as the giant tubes reach no living neighbor to see.
Desolate and empty on the one who received the name of the god of war, burning hot and desolate on the one who received the name of the goddess of love.
Jupiter, planet of Zeus
ice-clad to two hundred times the height of the Himalayas.
The others are death's door.
Beyond that, light years to the next planetary village.
So each sun has only one living person, and that one is a leased farm, indefinitely and to an unreliable and dangerous race.
Here is a world of light distributed in the mystery of things.
Here is the salvaged light in the innumerable rooms of the stone.
Wands point with poles directed to their rooms inside mountains and stones, spinning mystery.
Deep in her fairy tale, she lives for the sake of the tale.
the norn who has learned to spin the yarn from the wool of the riddles.
The spirit of Ideema from space in endless lines gathered the seeds into the durable wood of the suns.
From far beyond time the hydrogen came in modest garb and built for its God the ingenious nests of the atoms.
Come, let us nurture the foundation of our life. The green sphere we have been given to live on in the universe's lottery system.
When the next lucky draw can get rid of the Milky Way's big tombola we do not know and can never reach.
But we do know one thing for sure: the next draw will not include us.
A stranger called chance shuffles the cards and deals them to the local players.
Every single poker face keeps a straight face.
There are plenty of goldfish in the tureen here.
According to the law, the silent coincidence itself is the last to raise its hand, with ice in its stomach.
Soon jaws of granite are chewing the cigar.
Where is the bundle of happiness among the starlings?
That question is answered when chance wins.
Then the shot goes off, chance's life disappears. His house of cards collapses, but soon everyone at the counter thinks it was a nice fish, that no one won, that chance herself was told by Smith and Wesson what chance was.
by Smith and Wesson what chance should do.
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Hi everyone! This is a complete English translation of the Aniara sequel book by Harry Martinson called Doriderna that was put together after the author died. This translation was put together using various translation programs that can be found online, so I can't guarantee that it is a perfect translation, but it's better than nothing. I will also post the original in Swedish so you can improve the translation or look up words etc. if you want. Hope you enjoy!
I would also like to let everyone know that I am also working on my own Aniara fan fiction short story that I call "The Lost Voices of Aniara". This story tells about the events aboard the Aniara from the view point of another passenger and attempts to add more details to the story. It should be ready in the next week or two.
HARRY MARTINSON
The Dorides (Doriderna)
Remaining poems and prose pieces in selection and with preface by Tord Hall Albert Bonniers Förlag
PREFACE
For reasons I will not go into here, Harry Martinson did not publish any new work in the last years of his life. There is therefore a very large literary legacy, the publication of which began in the fall of 1978 with "Längs ekots stigar" (Along the paths of the echo), published by Georg Svensson. This collection contains only a few purely scientific poems - the emphasis is on nature poetry. The selection was made from unpublished material - which had nevertheless reached the proof stage - in three previous collections.
It remains to address other lines of thought in Harry Martinson's work: the ideas in Aniara, which in various forms occupied his imagination until the end. To follow the continuation of this great theme - at least in part - is what I am trying to do in this second selection from the surviving archive.
The 103 songs in Aniara were part of a larger set of poems, and the author then worked for several years on a sequel, to be called 'The Dorids', the people of the tribe of Doris. Around 1959 there were about 80 songs - most of them in more or less completed drafts. The dominant figure in the Dorids would not be Isagel or the Mimarobe, but Nobia, the Samaritan from the tundra planet and deportation site of Mars. Nobia would be a norna (fate goddess), though not a cruel goddess of fate, but a norna who weaves goodness into the fabric of the world.
But the whole project remained a large-scale endeavor. The reasons were many: illness, world events, which seemed to be moving towards a fulfillment of the prophecies in Aniara, and which gave him an increasingly dark view of life: he told me that "Aniara has become a neurosis" ... I feel like Mima being blown apart'. But the decisive reason was surely his demand for absolute freedom in his creativity. He did not want to be confined, and the result was, as he himself said, 'I have stepped out of Aniara'.
The fact that Harry Martinson stepped out of Aniara, and thus also out of the Dorides, does not at all mean that he left the motifs or ideas found there, which cover the scientific field from atoms to stars. Rather, it means that he was able to write without direct connection to the characters of Aniara and the Dorides in particular.
I have therefore considered it justified to call this entire collection the Dorides, even though the prose pieces and several poems do not have a clearly visible connection with such a title.
In order to comment briefly on the selection, I would like to say a few words about Harry Martinson's attitude towards modern science (it is my intention to return to this subject in more detail).
There are two main lines. One is deterministic, and has its roots in classical physics, founded by Newton, which dominated until the end of the 19th century. It has a philosophical form in the law of causation, which means that if you know enough facts about a certain course of events in the present and in the past, you can precisely specify the course of events in the future. Examples of such events in the 'big world' - the macrocosm - are solar and lunar eclipses.
But in the world of atoms - the microcosm - this determinism does not apply. Heisenberg demonstrated this through his uncertainty relation, also known as the indeterminacy principle. In the atoms, individual events are indeterminate, we cannot discern any causality - there is randomness. But chance can be mastered by the methods of statistics, and we must content ourselves with a "statistical causality", which describes the course of events in the atom with the highest possible degree of probability.
It is this second, indeterministic line that has long been followed by most physicists. But there is one major exception, and that is Einstein. At the 1927 meeting of physicists in Brussels, for example, he asked Bohr, Heisenberg and others with mild irony whether they really believed that God plays dice - "ob der liebe Gott würfelt". Einstein was convinced that the universe follows an ordering principle, a geometric structure, which can be called a world soul. This is a pantheistic view that is reminiscent of Spinoza.
Similar ideas are already present in Aniara, but in this selection the picture has become more sharply defined. Harry Martinson does not believe that chance plays a decisive role in the course of the world, as is clear from several poems and prose pieces. He believes more in Einstein than in dozens of other Nobel Prize winners. Apart from these authorities, he follows his intuition.
His approach to religion has often been quoted: he chooses the Riddler over the God. This belief is reflected in 'The Riddle'. In 'Poems on Light and Darkness', published in 1971, Harry Martinson, with 'The Inner Light' and 'The Bird in the Phoenix Bell', presents the events inside the atom itself. These poems show that - although 'Aniara' and 'The Dorides' are more about stars than atoms - he never lost his interest in the microcosm. In this selection, it is the atoms that are more interesting than the stars.
The bard enters the atom. He describes the course of events in a world which is completely beyond our senses and which, despite the enormous aids of science, we will probably never be able to understand exactly. The story itself probably comes from Gamow's book "Mr. Tompkins Explores the Atom". Published in Swedish translation in 1946, it is, along with "Mr. Tompkins in Wonderland" (also 1946), the versatile Gamow's best popular science books. Harry Martinson rated them highly.
The two poems 'Submerged as in a dream but still awake' and 'Actually, the comprehensibility was slight' depict a journey of thought into the atom, and the same motif recurs in several other places.
The poem "A Cosmic Thickness Lying Boundlessly Spread" poetically depicts a world development related to the hypothesis of the "stationary universe" put forward by Hoyle and others, and to Klein-Alfvén's "symmetrical cosmology". For several reasons - mainly aesthetic - Harry Martinson did not like the theory of 'the big bang', which was celebrated by most scientists. His poem should have been written quite a long time ago, and perhaps he would have changed his mind if he had been given the opportunity to understand what the "cosmic background radiation" - with a temperature of about 3 degrees above absolute zero - means for the credibility of "The big bang". It took natural scientists some time to become convinced that this radiation can best be interpreted as a fading glow after an unimaginable cosmic explosion some 18 billion years ago.
This selection also contains several pieces of prose, which in general do not need any comment. But I would like to mention a few. For "The Figuration Patterns of the Goddancer's Juggling Program", in three sections, there is a drawing by Harry Martinson, reproduced on the cover of this collection. The spread comes from Hindu philosophy: we see 'Siwa's juggling dance before Brama'. The dominant curves are so-called lemniscates, which were already known to the ancient Greeks. The lemniscate looks like an eight and is the mathematical symbol for infinity. It is defined as the trajectory of a point under the condition that the product of its distances to two given points is constant. In the center of the drawing there are several small curves. They are ellipses, and an ellipse - also first studied by the Greeks - is defined as the trajectory of a point under the condition that the sum of its distances to two given points is constant. The result is a geometric pattern, similar to a flower, which at the same time provides a poetic image of the complex interplay of forces in the atom with outward and inward energy impulses The juggler finds it increasingly difficult to work with his ball-particles as he progresses through the periodic table of the elements. In the end, he "dances the spectral theme in the dance of the Phoenix" - a symbol of the indestructibility of both energy and poetry, and a recurring motif in Martinson's poetry.
"Delsaga om tidens ariadnetråd" (Part of the saga of the Ariadne thread of time) is almost a fantasy about four-dimensional space, where you have to be careful not to get on the wrong track. The selection of prose pieces ends with "Some fairies dancing in the summer night near a quiet lake". It is a cheerful tale where the author combines a love of the Swedish summer with a love of light.
I made this selection at the direct request of Harry. He even said several times that I should have all his scientific poems and prose pieces. But I think I judged this offer correctly when I saw it as an expression of his great generosity towards his friends. I always replied that he himself should complete and select what was to be published. But in his last years he did not want to publish anything. I therefore promised to make a selection if he did not change his mind.
He did not, and this collection is the result.
Finally, I would like to thank Ingrid Martinson and Georg Svensson for the understanding and assistance they have given me in bringing this selection to fruition.
Tord Hall
The Dorides (Doriderna)
The book you hold was written in Mima's hall.
Now, on a secret wavelength, it is sent home to you, my friend, who for some years inhabits a spherical beach called the Valley of Doris.
In other words, it was written so close to your own being that nothing could be closer to you than those described here. You are one of them.
Over the graves, the indifferent wind spreads
the whisper of the immortal gods
that no loss is foreseen in the grand scheme of things.
But what do the gods - those wasteful billionaires of the heavens - know about the beautiful and wonderful Doris?
how she was worth saving forever
and that whoever loved her
can never be comforted by the gods' continued waste.
About her a bird sings now alone in the tree of the grave. Of her as she was, the glorious one, if no other, the Dorides' thrush sings.
The window was full of stars,
The Leonids' swarm of stars came, then you know the time.
Autumn was gone, its yellowing burnt.
The lookout tower, closed on the wooded mountains.
I stood as a child of a time that saw the stars detach from the roofs towards a room where novas frightened a more distant valley, I found other myths than those I was used to picking hurled at me from the space of the Leonids.
I stood in the cathedral of fear of dreams.
The great copper woman who lay there with her back soldered to the lid of the sarcophagus drove horror into me, cast my foot with lead.
That the copper woman knew who I was, I immediately sensed as a deadly weight, and that I had been summoned here by herself, by the queen of copper, of that I was certain.
In empty benches sat forgotten years, from the emptiness of the auditorium the organ pipes shone like stalactites in the vault of a cave and there was nothing, no light, no hint that gathered my crumbling courage.
For everything was fulfilled as it was written in stone once when the water abandoned the green and it was said that man will go away and become the dead slave of the dead dust.
And as I stood there gripped, filled with horror
for this judgment and epitaph
which was predetermined and rehearsed
in the mute trumpet of the seraphim of the stones,
bells fell suddenly from the towers to the earth that rocked with an ore-broken thunder, and the copper woman rose, a scream of remembrance drawn from afar to her lips as she drew me in close to her copper body in terrified death.
He woke up. There was light. It was day.
And the Samaritan Nobia sat silent, but still heard the echo of the screams his dreams had squeezed out of his fear.
She searched for words simple enough for a stranger to grasp, but not so simple as to drive away his trust, hardly won yet.
In simple action she finally found them.
And she stood up and smiled with milk
From the moors of Gondrin to the mouth of this fugitive.
It is no exaggeration to say that space gave us long winter evenings rolled into one - the one that lasts. Our leisure time finally became a grim question with ice in our eyes and a frozen flame.
It became necessary to tell stories from reality - as it can be taken. I chose to tell about King Basii, who, supported by Chefone, forcibly turned himself into a god and magician in a celestial drama.
The Goldonder King felt like God and determined to live up to the gods he built himself a city in the sky.
It was a global world city of goldonders assembled into a kind of hive heaven.
But Basil's space-city, though it contained twelve million men in his service, was not enough for him; he had another built, and the greatest city in the world was soon in space. That city was a marvel to behold: a mighty golden dome, surrounded by three bionomically serving drabants, one of which was called the Vegetable City, one the Fish Drabant, and the third the Sting.
The names reveal their role and purpose.
So Basii sits in his heavenly land. The aquarium dragon orbits faithfully and Stings follows it with fattened animals and the vegetable moon amounts to the redwood.
The golden dome was the city of retreat for all climbers and celestial rebels, for gamma was a poison to all alike and all poor and rich alike had to choose between death and escape.
So many preferred the city of Basil.
But although he rules over twelve million
inhabitants of the great city of space, he is still very rarely happy.
And although the dragons in a faithful circle
raise animals and grow fish and wheat
Basil's only pleasure is when he gets
with Vulvis, the royal slave, to bathe in Lethe.
But all the deliciously good virginity
that can be enjoyed in Basil's harem
is in its nakedness a skin of fear.
of frightened dissimulation. And his love story
...is but a tale to be seen from the outside..,
and all his lust a forced voluptuousness.
Thus in The Night of Aniara I draw a little picture that everyone can understand from the rich treasure of reality.
And every time I make an arabesque in the hall of Mima about this space grotesque that Basil's space city can probably be said to be, I can for an hour or so make people sigh: the best is here anyway.
From Basil's false heaven we preserve. No, I'd rather travel with Aniara.
But soon the alarm goes off. The bells proclaim that the images of the fairy tale are overtaken by visions here that distress ignites.
And quickly to the halls I return.
The Goldonder's garden bubbled with glamour. A party was being held there and Chefone was there. He showed us a picture of the smith of happiness: the goldonder king Basii, a portrait jubilantly taken on the day the fifteen thousandth goldonder lay in the field ready for the wave of endlessness.
Then we were each seized by thoughtfulness and went to our own in solitude.
For in every ship of this number there was a Mima locked up in its cage.
The Rapid criminal was much loved and could operate as he pleased under the protection of the admiration he aroused. He always appeared at great speeds and abducted women whom he brought to Chefone in light blue rapid rockets.
Of course it was criminal, the people of the valley thought, but the charm was so close to the deed that the rampart was breached by sheer admiration and open worship soon followed the advice of restraint at the murder pedal.
Tucked away in a corner of our gondola, I pretend to smile at some rough fellows who spend their evenings with mockery and violence, with a devilish flutter as their sole aim.
They look at me and find me mortified,
- The clear approval is what they expect...
and I'm close to being squeezed badly
every time they jokingly glance at my grave door.
The brute is approaching, his dull face with many a foolish whim weighing on his mind.
And many a scowl missed by pigs from the worst corners of the soul he throws at me.
And when, full of fear, I strike with depleted strength in the dull face, the troll is only amused by my blow and raises his eyebrow with interest.
Then I flee between the troll's legs and out the other side of the danger of death.
How this happened can only be fully explained by the light of the gopher and the fourth tensor theory.
Here came the sober, composed and sober man who always kept his soul in trim and stuck to the dry, honest maxims of life.
Now he went into the fire with his imagination.
His cool reason was completely burned His sober composure was fried in seconds when the photo turbo in Xinombra exaggerated the cold matter.
And yet I can't help but admire the man as he made his way to the office where he had been employed for many years
and where, despite offers to flee to the tundra, he provided punch cards for thousands who broke up every day.
There died a man who never raised his voice, who always remained true to his calm tone, the martyr of calm composure who was burned when the cruel fires of excess were lit.
One is often chilled to the rock crystal by everything one hears before the ear falls like gray-white ash into the cremation hall.
And the girl from Rind who sees nothing is often heard to ask beyond the eye: how is the world of such torment visible? What is to be seen in this madness, where eeriness against eeriness is heard to answer?
Cultivating insight seemed futile
and many fell away from the faithful crowd.
and its program which was to see through
so that with the transparency of evil
as lens and instrument
try to find new signs
and new ways for the land of Gond.
Most people grew tired and withdrew from the room of the Truth Service, and Nobia sat for long periods almost alone, trying to hold on to her looms, always tormented
by the blood moisture of evil memories, the echoes of horror
surrounded her days
and made the Mara a bedfellow
who tore the fabric of the noman
and raped Nobia's dream
and the mood of life over the moors of Gondria.
It is as important to us to have friends
in the houses of distant worlds as at home by
the familiar road of the green earth.
You are reflected in endless eyes, watched by immense spectators.
They never interfere, but they watch the sewing and the mining,
the nurse and doctor on the rounds and the weapons in the shamelessly cruel wars.
Your own position under their eyes may be likened to the position you take with one whom you do not wish to grieve, but to share joy and to please.
So spoke the old astronomer, and then laid his head down to rest.
And he went smiling to the eternity that had been waiting by his side all his life.
His forehead shone with its ideas, even in the dead of death in the years of space.
He was among those who know the fairies of everything, those who get to comb Berenice's hair.
But for the longest time I still want to believe that this is the torment of an evil dream and the ship Aniara a phantom from which I will wake up in the Valley of Doris.
Perhaps everything is a nightmare and I want to wait with poison and a knife. They say there are dreams of a kind that seem as long as a man's life.
Out of the dust you were born, from its gifts you were supported.
You did not manage the gift, many a meadow you made desolate.
What is beyond this sea is called Going down deep among riddles too great to be found in a grave.
Faith can never cover more than what you see in spirit.
All the other things are too much to bear.
Do you hear the sound of the rescue team calling from an emergency station that is one of a thousand others, regardless of faith?
Now guess where the road leads and what Paradise is.
One of a thousand rescue stations scattered along the coast here.
Now I want to sing to my ear and ask it to listen to a voice that descends not to destroy the language I have collected for comfort. For the comfort of life and death, I whisper the price of sensitivity every time the sinful flow of language storms the breeze of the spirit.
One night Heba lay awake in the city of Aniara and heard the painter's joyful painting.
The skilled varnisher was varnishing the years that would one day end on a stainless steel stretcher.
And suddenly from Heba there was a shout against the smooth roof.
The skilled varnishers know their business well.
Too hard to become joy, too happy to become sorrow. The painters paint everything in Aniara's castle.
We know that we have been left out of the higher insight of the ocean of mystery and that we lack the tools to reach the depths of clarity that Mima once gave. But since Mima's death, the average of what we achieve of truth is not very high average is what is required if the choice of new paths is to be avoided.
A small number reach the values that should be the average to reach.
The others are satisfied with the flow of thought,
the rattle with which time is made to pass.
A daughter of my mother, called Tovi, was born in the night of space. Alas, dear ones, where can the crowd's demand for sensation and wonder lead us?
First came, as it should be, the blissfully sweet and indescribably pure birth, when the mimicry lay naked, uncovered and panting in the golden bed of the formula.
To her camp now came the mimicry and winged it
the naked one, as when the butterfly flies the honey chalice of its flower, in Dori's meadows. The description is not given (much to my regret) because there is always the possibility of a wave of miracles taking place in secret, to the great disappointment of many who wish to see how the mimagyne makes love, and from what angle the picture of the goddess's love life should be taken in order to really reach the audience.
Can it not be enough that Tovi gave birth to an allegorical child whom Isagel happily suckled at her breast and practiced miracles and consolation You may think so yourself, but others think otherwise.
For not even a mimagyn can defend the fruit of her womb against the human hyena who demands a clear answer on every point of what precedes it all: the prelude to sowing,
with the insides of the thighs well described in a clear image that gives the "public" a feeling that it was in the bed.
Yes, it has happened that I have sometimes asked myself (in private silence, of course) whether the smooth ice of superficiality does not have enough joy, and that the great swallows in these spaces are only terrible wakes which, compared to the agile princess and heartlessly threatening with superior power, will in the end become the cold room of beauty.
So small a strip bears, the other breaks, and all the incomparably large gapes with the same dark death which, unchanging with cold upon cold, only imitates itself.
To raise one's hand then with a light-year pound and demonstrate the fugue of eternity on terrible organs, while the girl in the icy distance dances, hardly greater to see than a fly flown away towards the light, it is to chill with the great weapon as when the superpower with the powers the element hides coldly makes its rows in the land of Gond against unsuspecting cities and, although itself dismissing all talk of sin punishment and trial, nevertheless treats the human with such terrible flame that this terrible torrent of loose gamma released by those who do not mean sin punishment nevertheless cruelly destroys both Yaal and Gena and melts down to ashes the wonder Heba
With the same fire they turned on Chebeba.
Posterity does not understand you so easily.
It judges according to the image of posterity
and counts up the time you lived in
as rows of negligence, as offenses
against the spirit of foresight, the duties of thought.
To this it adds the work of suffering
and piles up, as blind as a judge
as you were blind as a criminal, case by case.
Can those who have killed the foundations of joy and destroyed the great city of joy have the right to the joys of life?
Does Cain have the right to be happy?
Can those who strangled the joys of Xinombra and burned the valley of paradise have the right to heights of heaven other than Aniara's daily agony?
I ask but never get an answer. I have to arrange for pastimes
for the hordes of Aniara and manage its entertainment.
A wave of newly awakened hatred swept through the mountains where Nobia lived in deep mines and ghostly white lights illuminated every thread of life in the fabrics she wove.
She had sought and found the thread of life - a discovery of how healing rays are empowered by the inner council of things and fused with the heart of the atom.
And while hatred swelled around the mountains
and wounds screamed in the valley of time.
she wove day and night until the color of victory
and the skin of life rose in the hall of death.
Of her beauty little can be said. It was lost in a wave of radiation but the clear purity of the soul could be weighed; in healed wounds we saw her reflection.
Then I will throw you out of your chair. I will break your armchair view, because it is false and holds a convulsive security in a time that has slipped out of its rooms, but also the other way around: that it becomes a view without deep insight.
From this world, I shall send you happiness today to the kingdom of love, to the evil shore where the Samaritan Nobia and others spread works of love from country to country.
Figuring out the ways of evil and tracking down all the poison in the city of hate was futile, for hate stood there with heavy blocks united row by row.
Within its walls there was life and movement in the birthing centers and squares where human beings were conceived and human beings were born and human life in the human gap was destroyed. It was best to pretend that this city of self-righteous evil existed as nothing more than a devilish childhood that would mature, grow tired of itself.
We resolved to keep on sending saints there for the longest time.
from the saints' camps as long as the funds lasted
and as far as the need still aroused the heart.
This plan was tried for nine years, during which the Rind camp of saints bled to death: an act of self-sacrifice based on faith in the powers of good. But the heavy wall of hate stood just as hard, and the fatigue of leadership followed the act of hate; only too great was the throne of victory we had.
A single city consumed the power which we had thought sufficient for the transformation of the world.
On a rare occasion, the happiness of being free from desire also came.
Then the emptiness suddenly became populated by a kind of spiritualized mystery.
We walked the spirit's path of happiness along the beach, exchanging thoughts, making fortune cards.
It was evening and sunset in the sea.
Night fell, but the land of thought stood firm.
He woke up. She said: guess where.
I can't, he said. How did you get here? The same way you did: up the gravel path and then straight to the left among the cypresses. There was a dewy path the moonlight itself went there with light steps which I tried to imitate.
And when everything was past and the path was over
I managed to become a clear crystal and find you, my friend, on this path.
It is so transparently wonderful here.
We no longer exist. All that was is over.
Neither god nor devil here reaches us anymore and the end is the cruel parody of life.
Where is the plain text?
This is what I'm looking for.
The one that fits but still gives song.
After thanking God that he was a wasp and not something else, he continued between the leafy branches and stung the farmer.
Laid out by spiritual mobs, the truth becomes worse than the lie. When the mob washes the barley, it is never clean.
The rabble always wash in the dunghill from the Augean stables.
Matema's camel bells ring in the deserts of speech where the caravans of unfinished quarrels
never reach their oasis, only become more camels.
Immersed as in a dream but still awake, I found myself changed and so naked that no dream has words for what it was like when, transformed by the stone, I cut down towards the inner realms and while this was happening I became smaller, smaller and even more stripped of layers and layers of time and space as I sank further and further into the stone, deeper and deeper into things.
Who undressed me, wore me down so much that no conceivable smallness so small on this earth can be imagined unless one is long since beyond what every comprehensible thought wants to deny.
And yet I was being stripped and reduced still further in no direction.
So sunk, unceasingly sunk in
towards even more breathtaking reduction
I retained in my dream a way of seeing
and understand that I was traveling into
to the dimensions, the innermost
who with their interior work with their interior
and whose interiors compose the world.
They scare children with darkness, criminals with punishment and sinners with realms beyond death where the vengeful desire to torment has transported its arsenal of tormenting images.
But sorrow follows us every day, and joy follows us every day.
We ourselves are the sorrow, we are also the joy, everything human is rooted in humanity, and no human being can escape humanity, not her hatred and her self-degradation, nor the joy she spreads, nor the love she forms.
There is a third land that is not death and not life, but the reality that pervades all realities, and spins the very thread of the fabric from which dreams are woven. Yes, I had come to the rooms where these threads are spun. When I arrived, I stepped out and saw no longer surprised the smallest fairy, who herself was not at all surprised to welcome me to her inner land.
And although we were both unimaginably smaller than two grains of traveling dust on a suit on earth, we thought we were big here in this smallest room to which I have now come and which nevertheless encloses with its vault a separate world of realities formed.
On the contrary, I cannot describe what I saw of strange things, but that will follow when the habit of telling stories has been practiced for other habits than what life offers,
and other things than those called death.
For though beyond all I have known
this was not death
and though within all I have known
this was not life.
Actually, the comprehensibility was slight, as when multiples arranged in layers, and layered in the directions of space, make the fabric of the dream omnidirectional structural and become a fabric consisting of paths where the thread is only thought of as a path as a sign that here the shuttle has gone, but where is the thread? The thread is the path. I saw how the gnome was in a quandary as to which of two different possibilities to give clarity.
Then came formulas of such an elusive nature that the gnome was again gripped by the anxiety
which arises when the explanation is attempted but little response is felt by the pupil.
And with a look that shone as if with sorrow, he signaled a break in the dilemma. And with a formula more magical than comprehensible, we left the atom.
We expanded to other contexts and sat on a leaf next to a bee eagerly searching for honey in a meadow.
The Dance
Around the great star of the day we shall orbit the years we have been given to live, and our family for a few thousand centuries, perhaps more, perhaps less, no one knows.
But the time that we are orbiting is so small compared to that of the suns where they wander around in orbits in the galaxy our family named the Milky Way, luminous to behold.
What can our eyes see, our hearts cry out at the thought of atoms going around in the same way with waves and particles.
Some have called this the dance of the gods - it is always being danced by everything in the universe.
All indications are that among the arts of the muses
the art of dance is the first and the last,
and we are in it, dancing out
our role in the dance, it is already being danced
in other worlds separate from our time,
in other dance theaters,
yet one thing is clear
that we are dancing our turns.
Our role in it
is ours and no one else's.
Our own role in the dance art of all worlds.
Economic overview
Our earth wanders alive alone, around the sun our dear parent.
As far as the giant tubes reach no living neighbor to see.
Desolate and empty on the one who received the name of the god of war, burning hot and desolate on the one who received the name of the goddess of love.
Jupiter, planet of Zeus
ice-clad to two hundred times the height of the Himalayas.
The others are death's door.
Beyond that, light years to the next planetary village.
So each sun has only one living person, and that one is a leased farm, indefinitely and to an unreliable and dangerous race.
Here is a world of light distributed in the mystery of things.
Here is the salvaged light in the innumerable rooms of the stone.
Wands point with poles directed to their rooms inside mountains and stones, spinning mystery.
Deep in her fairy tale, she lives for the sake of the tale.
the norn who has learned to spin the yarn from the wool of the riddles.
The spirit of Ideema from space in endless lines gathered the seeds into the durable wood of the suns.
From far beyond time the hydrogen came in modest garb and built for its God the ingenious nests of the atoms.
Come, let us nurture the foundation of our life. The green sphere we have been given to live on in the universe's lottery system.
When the next lucky draw can get rid of the Milky Way's big tombola we do not know and can never reach.
But we do know one thing for sure: the next draw will not include us.
A stranger called chance shuffles the cards and deals them to the local players.
Every single poker face keeps a straight face.
There are plenty of goldfish in the tureen here.
According to the law, the silent coincidence itself is the last to raise its hand, with ice in its stomach.
Soon jaws of granite are chewing the cigar.
Where is the bundle of happiness among the starlings?
That question is answered when chance wins.
Then the shot goes off, chance's life disappears. His house of cards collapses, but soon everyone at the counter thinks it was a nice fish, that no one won, that chance herself was told by Smith and Wesson what chance was.
by Smith and Wesson what chance should do.
( translation to be continued )
2023.05.29 17:06 Wyndsong1 Animated ZZZs over character but no resting
I have the animated resting ZZZs over a character's head no matter where I am, dungeons,questing, ect. How do I get rid of the ZZZs? They've been stuck on this character since the Shadowlands expansion and it's driving me crazy!
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2023.05.29 17:04 SteveW_MC Creating the ultimate 3DS Pokémon Machine (v1.0)
Purpose
This guide is to explain how to get every Pokémon game from Gen 1-7 onto your CFW 3DS. The information is a compilation of references I’ve collected during my own efforts of 3DS modding. I’m creating something I wish I had when I started down this process, and I hope you find it useful.Please let me know if any of the information is incorrect or should be elaborated on.
Note: This assumes you have already completed the CFW 3DS guide on your 3DS. This will not work without completing that process.
Part 1: Useful Tools & Sources
I will be making reference to the same handful of sources over and over again throughout this guide.- H Shop. How to install
- GodMode9 - this should already be installed on your 3DS if you followed the CFW guide
- How to rip game cartridges via GodMode9. Video about it.
Part 2: How to get every Pokémon game on your Home Screen
Gen 1 & 2 (RBY/GSC)- Download virtual consoles through the Hshop.
- Download CIA’s here and run them in the FBI app.
Gen 4 & 5 (DPPt/HGSS/BWB2W2)I can’t find the original reddit post where that Google Drive link came from. Here’s a post that also links to it.
- Download roms or rip your cartridges via GodMode9, put them in the correct rom folders.
- Use NDSForwarder OR just open the Universal Updater app and you can find it in there (there's two different ones, I'd use the one by MechanicalDragon)
- Put DS games in /ROMS/NDS.
Note: Do not rename them after you’ve installed forwarders as that will break them. Also: LIMIT 40 DS GAMES INSTALLED AT A TIME - You can however use the data management menu to move the shortcuts you aren't using to the SD card to make room (where they disappear from the home screen and become unusable till they are moved back)
- Open the app via homebrew launcher to select which to install to your homescreen, and you may uninstall them one by one through the main 3DS data management menu, the DSiWare section.
Source
- Alternatively, you can use TwilightMenu++ but I don’t like using that on the 3DS.
- Download games from the HShop
- or Rip the game from the cartridge via GodMode9
Part 3: How to migrate saves into 3DS
ReferenceGen 1 & 2 (RBY/GSC): Godmode 9
Gen 3 (RSE/FRLE)
Gen 4 & 5 (DPPt/HGSS/BWB2W2)
- Rip saves from cartridge via GodMode 9
- wherever you store your rom files, there should be a folder labeled saves.
- Move saves files into the roms folder.
Part 4: How to cheat in each game
1: Checkpoint2: PKSMNote: Cannot access GBA or NDS games, only 3DS and original VC games. See PKSM and NDS forwarder for instructions on how to cheat in those games. Checkpoint causes the game to crash often, especially in gen 6&7. Always save before activating a cheat.
- Like PKHex but you can do it all on the 3DS.
- How to get the GBA VC game into PKSM:
1. get ahold of your Title ID by going to FBI → Titles → take a picture of your relevant Title ID for the game you need. 2. in PKSM, go to settings (hit X) and go to Misc → Title ID’s 3. input your title ID for your specific game from step 1
- GBA event items
- When you're in the Scripts menu in PKSM, press X to swap to SD-based scripts, and Y to swap to universal scripts. There is a script called “RSEFRLG Event” or something like that.
- You can work on gen 4-5 games in PKSM but it’s a different way to access them.
1. in pksm, go to settings (hit x) → misc. → Extra Saves → find your save for your specific game within your SD card. For gen4-5 it’s probably in /ROMs/nds/saves 2. go back to the main PKSM screen, then hit Y, then choose your save to open.
3: NDSForwarder (DS games only): hold Y while loading the game then press XSource
4: PKHeX Desktop App
Part 5: How to migrate Pokémon up and down generations:
- PKSM
- PKMN Chest can also work, though it works better on a DS/DSLite/DSi. It cannot access 3DS games, so no gen 6 or 7. Nor can it access Virtual Console games, like how it was instructed you install gen 1-3 above. It can access non-virtual console roms if you’ve installed them on the 3DS a different way. So at most you could access gens 1-5.
2023.05.29 17:02 cekoya Change location sharing setting from focus mode
I tried to find an option but I can't figure if it's feasible or not.
I'd like to be able to enable my location sharing once I turn my focus Moto on. That way it could reduce notifications just like Driving does but also share my position to my loved ones since they are afraid that I crash. I know focus mode can fire shortcuts, so that's a start. But I can't find anyway to enable location sharing. Either for only one person or everyone.
Anyone has a working solution? Thanks a lot!
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I'd like to be able to enable my location sharing once I turn my focus Moto on. That way it could reduce notifications just like Driving does but also share my position to my loved ones since they are afraid that I crash. I know focus mode can fire shortcuts, so that's a start. But I can't find anyway to enable location sharing. Either for only one person or everyone.
Anyone has a working solution? Thanks a lot!
2023.05.29 17:02 Revlimiter11 '23 XRT instrument cluster surround
Hello, all. My wife and I have had the aforementioned model since January and we are loving it. One thing I've noticed, and it isn't a problem, just a curiosity, is the colored bars on the outside edges of the instrument cluster change in number. Sometimes there'll be one bar, sometimes 3. Maybe there's more but I don't think I've seen it. I know it changes color when I change the drive mode, but I don't know what the amount of bars means. Does anybody here happen to know? TIA!
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2023.05.29 17:01 Southern_Disaster111 Upgrading hard drives on DS220j. Any advice appreciated
Up until now I have had two 2TB hard drives in my nas. I recently bought an 8tb ironwolf to replace these and I will buy a second in a few months when finances allow. Can I simply take out my old 2tb hard drives and install my 8tb ironwolf. Then plug these hard drives via usb sata enclosure into a computer to transfer the files back onto my NAS?
I have nothing too important on it but obviously would rather keep the files.
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I have nothing too important on it but obviously would rather keep the files.
2023.05.29 16:56 Zealousideal_Crew396 Balancing search speed and storage costs on AWS EC2 for large text data
I'm currently facing a challenge on AWS EC2 instance, trying to balance the trade-offs between search speed, and storage costs. I'm managing large volumes of text data (~350GB in .txt files) that are stored on an Amazon st1 HDD drive. This option is budget-friendly but significantly impacts search speed.
For context, I used ripgrep for text search, and it took about 18 hours to find a string among all the data on the st1 drive - far from perfect. These search requests are expected to be initiated by a single user, several times a week, but I cannot predict exactly when these requests will come in.
One strategy I thought of was to programmatically upgrade the st1 drive to a gp3 SSD using the AWS SDK during search requests for increased performance. The ripgrep search on the upgraded SSD takes around 20 minutes, which is a significant improvement compared to the st1 drive. Following this, I could downgrade it back to an st1 once the search is complete. The cost of this SSD upgrade would be $0.38 for 6 hours, which is affordable, and the scaling process itself takes around 12 minutes. However, this plan has a serious caveat: AWS only permits one volume modification every 6 hours. Imagine a scenario where the drive has just been downgraded and immediately afterward, the user requests a new search - he'd then be stuck waiting for 6 hours before it can upgrade again.
Earlier, I had experimented with creating an inverted index to improve search speed. But, unfortunately, this turned out to be quite inefficient for my use-case - substring search operations were about 100 times slower with the index compared to ripgrep.
Moreover, I considered using Amazon RDS with PostgreSQL to manage and search through my data, but this isn't feasible due to the sheer volume of data that I have - billions of records. This approach would be prohibitively expensive for my budget.
So, I find myself in a bit of a predicament. I'm looking for a solution that optimally balances cost and search speed without expensive managed database solutions, or inefficient indexing methods. Do you think my solution is the best possible? Any insights you could share would be greatly appreciated!
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For context, I used ripgrep for text search, and it took about 18 hours to find a string among all the data on the st1 drive - far from perfect. These search requests are expected to be initiated by a single user, several times a week, but I cannot predict exactly when these requests will come in.
One strategy I thought of was to programmatically upgrade the st1 drive to a gp3 SSD using the AWS SDK during search requests for increased performance. The ripgrep search on the upgraded SSD takes around 20 minutes, which is a significant improvement compared to the st1 drive. Following this, I could downgrade it back to an st1 once the search is complete. The cost of this SSD upgrade would be $0.38 for 6 hours, which is affordable, and the scaling process itself takes around 12 minutes. However, this plan has a serious caveat: AWS only permits one volume modification every 6 hours. Imagine a scenario where the drive has just been downgraded and immediately afterward, the user requests a new search - he'd then be stuck waiting for 6 hours before it can upgrade again.
Earlier, I had experimented with creating an inverted index to improve search speed. But, unfortunately, this turned out to be quite inefficient for my use-case - substring search operations were about 100 times slower with the index compared to ripgrep.
Moreover, I considered using Amazon RDS with PostgreSQL to manage and search through my data, but this isn't feasible due to the sheer volume of data that I have - billions of records. This approach would be prohibitively expensive for my budget.
So, I find myself in a bit of a predicament. I'm looking for a solution that optimally balances cost and search speed without expensive managed database solutions, or inefficient indexing methods. Do you think my solution is the best possible? Any insights you could share would be greatly appreciated!
2023.05.29 16:56 girl_from_the_crypt Stuck on earth and looking for a job: There's something in the caves
I spent the remainder of the evening after the "hike" sorting out my thoughts. Trying to, at any rate. Writing it all down helped, but I was still exhausted and confused.
I woke up in Frankie Preston's bed the following morning. I instantly knew it wasn't mine due to the lack of Dorito crumbs in the sheets. Even so, it took me a while to come to. Once I'd rubbed my eyes and untangled myself from the blanket, I found the man himself sitting upright beside me, fully dressed with his shoes on, presently reading a book. "Morning, Sunshine," he muttered, not looking up. "There's water on the nightstand for you. A muffin, too. I wasn't sure what to get."
I let out an incoherent murmur to which he huffed a laugh and rested his hand on the side of my face. "You were still as a rock, you know."
"I'm sorry for messing up last night," I said, my voice cracked and dry from sleep. "I shouldn't have gone looking for trouble. I should've stayed low and just watched those two."
"What's with that tone? I'm not about to lecture you. I get wanting to take revenge. You did fine as far as I'm concerned. And I think Markov is okay with everything, too. After all, any proceedings against the Collective are highly legitimate now or whatever. Plus, she got that lady cultist in custody now, and she's looking forward to the interrogation. She called and explained it to me on the phone earlier, but I wasn't paying attention." He shrugged to himself and I reached up to tug aside his book's cover. "It's Wuthering Heights," he told me, gently removing my hand. I tried to grab it again, but he pulled it out of my reach. "Oh!" He sounded amused as he finally set the book aside to hug me. "You could have just said something."
"Don't you have to work today?"
"I called in sick. Of course, my six moms know I don't actually get sick so they'll suspect something's up. They're probably gonna be all over me."
"You never get sick?" I inquired.
"No. It's one of the nicer aspects of inhuman nature."
"I'm still not getting any answers on that?"
"Don't worry, you will. Sooner or later."
We went out and took a walk in the park, which was equally weird and nice. It seemed such a normal thing to do. It was a bright, nearly windless day, and the sun shining down on us provided a gentle warmth. The previous days' rain had left the trees heavily laden with drops of water. Occasionally, some would dislodge from the leaves and branches they occupied and plop down on our heads.
I asked Frankie whether he would be alright with checking in on Nettie Peterson together. He chuckled, joking that she would probably just love to see him, but ultimately agreed. Once my best friend was due to be off work, we went around to her house.
Strangely enough, the most drastic changes in other people seem to happen without me really being there to witness them. Kit Sutton had somehow turned into a somewhat responsible roommate without me even noticing. Before I knew it, we had become friends. When my savior human opened the door for us, I felt distinctly reminded of that other development. Nettie, not unlike a butterfly emerging from whatever they call that odd little sleeping bag caterpillars make for themselves, had apparently come out of her dark state of mind all by herself. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and she wheedled us inside with much the same enthusiasm I was used to. She had us sit down in the garden while she tended to her flowers.
I watched her closely. Her skin had regained much of its healthy glow, her hair was washed and shiny, the clothes she wore clean—a flowing blouse, mom jeans and sneakers. She had clearly picked them out with care, like she normally did. It was good to see her restored to her old self, but I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.
"I have to be, don't I?" she replied, her cheerful tone coming out more forced than she'd likely intended. She was cutting away crushed and wilted leaves from one of her small bushes, shaping it in the process. "It's over. Life goes on."
"Does it?" I tilted my head at her.
"Can we talk about anything else? Literally anything?" The snapping movements of her garden shears came faster; more forceful. Frankie Preston and I exchanged uncomfortable looks. Figuring it would make for an interesting topic, I proceeded to tell Nettie about our exploits the night before. Halfway through my story, she had ceased her plant styling activities, blankly staring at me from where she sat on the ground. By the time I was done, she had taken off her rubber gloves and was slowly massaging her temples.
"One of these days, Eva. One of these days, you're gonna give me a heart attack. I don't even want to ask about what you get up to anymore, I think. I'm afraid of the answer." She threw Fran a grateful glance. "Thank you for getting her out of there safely."
The waiter smiled placidly. "Sure." Turning to me, he added in a whisper, "So we're not going to mention that you saved me from the FunFlair guys twice before this?"
I grinned mildly and shook my head before assuming a more serious tone. "Nettie, it's great that you're all better, but you were really down before. If this is just an act, I'd prefer you didn't put it on."
"It's not an act," she said sternly, raising her hands to her hips. "I've resigned myself. That's all. There's nothing to be done, I've accepted it and I've moved on."
"That can't be healthy," Frankie remarked. "You know what would help? Punishing the world in some way. You could take it out on your kindergarteners. Tell them a scary story so their parents have to stay up all night with them. Incite a dirt throwing fight and send them home all muddy. Set up a boxing ring and have them go at each other like in a dog fight. Wouldn't that be far more rewarding than sucking it up?"
Nettie Peterson looked unimpressed. Her dark eyes roamed the young man like she was trying to gauge whether or not he was serious. "You're some kind of sociopath, aren't you?"
That she shouldn't have said. Frankie's serene expression morphed into his customer service smile. I don't know when I started deciphering this being's voice and countenance, but there I was, picking up on the spiteful undertone in what he said next.
"I'm just saying, if the woman I fancied disappeared in such a way, I'd find outlets for my grief." His eyes darted over to Nettie as if to ensure she'd heard him correctly before settling on me, observing my reaction. All I could do however was stare at my best friend.
Her glossy lips had parted. She met my gaze, her thick, expressive brows rising a good deal. "I…" she began, faltering and starting to fumble for words. "That's to say, Kit was… we, um…"
"Oh, Eva didn't know?" Frankie asked, perfectly flat and monotonous. "I had no idea it was a secret. I'm sorry, it wasn't my place to say. I wouldn't have mentioned it, really."
Something about that sent a chill down my spine. I shot him a glare, to which he drew himself up and turned away. Meanwhile, Nettie finally broke from her stupor and blurted out, "We were together, okay?"
For a moment, I sat quietly. “Frank, please go home,” I said at length, not quite looking at him. “We’ll talk later. We will.”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but quickly thought better of it, rising to his feet and storming off. Ignoring the queasy feeling in my stomach, I walked over to Nettie and plopped down on the ground beside her. “So that’s what this was about,” I began.
My savior human nodded meekly. “We… we didn’t want to tell you. Not for the time being, at least. We hadn’t defined the relationship yet, i-it was all so new and weird, I felt weird, but it was good, you know? I just wasn’t ready to think about it that way yet. And you’ve only ever seen me date guys, I didn’t know what you’d think…”
“I wouldn’t have thought anything,” I replied. “How long has this been going on?”
“Not long. She called me up before she came back to you a couple weeks ago. That’s kind of when we started seeing each other in… in that way.”
“Romantically?”
“Yes.”
I hesitantly extended a hand to caress her upper arm, locking eyes with her. There was a profound sadness in her expression, a watery gleam. She took a deep breath. “Before that, we used to text back and forth occasionally. I always felt kind of weird about her. Somehow, she got under my skin everytime she was goofing off, what with her little jokes and all. We kept talking, though. I was always so irritated when she was around, and that’s so unlike me, I just ended up wondering… And then when she showed up here, it all kind of came together. W-we did. She stuck around and we spoke and everything simply made sense all of a sudden. I didn't know she liked me, too.” She swallowed audibly, her voice brittle and husky as she went on. “Kit isn't like anyone else I’ve ever had feelings for.”
“Not like anyone else, as in… a woman?” I prompted, raising a brow.
Nettie grunted. “Oh, shush! Don't make me feel guilty for being hesitant at first. I know it’s not a big deal to you, but try going through life believing you’re straight and suddenly running into some cute ditzy punk girl and realizing you’re not. It’s all sorts of confusing, believe me. I was scared it was gonna be weird because it was my first time with a woman but Kit somehow made it easy. It was a bit of a whirlwind, sure, but it felt natural and… just good.”
“Did you tell Eli?”
“No. But I think he suspected. That man knows me like the back of his hand. We’re basically siblings, remember? He was always tactful, never really pressured me into admitting anything, but he made a couple puns here and there, so… I do believe he knew.” She fumbled with her limp gloves, fixing me with a wavering smile. “So?”
“So what?”
“What do you say?”
“Is there something you want me to say?” I shrugged. “I’m only glad I understand now. I wish you’d told me sooner, but that’s your business. Also, I didn’t tell you that I’ve been running around with our waiter, so I guess we’re essentially even. By the way, I’m sorry he put you on the spot like that. You didn’t deserve that. How did he know about you two anyways?”
Nettie pursed her lips. “He might have seen us around the diner or something. I’m not sure. I’m, uh, not gonna comment on whatever you two got going on. You know what you’re doing. Hopefully.”
“Ah, thanks. Then I won’t be giving my opinion on whether or not I consider that deadbeat dork Kit to be worthy of you.”
My savior human snorted. “Much appreciated. Though I guess it’s not really an issue anymore either way.”
I shook my head. “Don’t think like that. We can’t let her go. I certainly won’t, not after this.”
“What do you mean?”
I rose to my feet. “I’m going to drag her blue ass back out of the ocean and have her make an honorable woman of you.”
I don’t believe she thought I was serious. The realization had set in by the time I’d dragged her down to the beach with me, though. We had taken Wammawink for the drive. Wammawink is the name of Nettie’s pastel pink motor scooter. It has a sidecar, which she straps me into with great care whenever we ride. It took her about twenty minutes to get us down to the shore. The more I talked about possibly retrieving my roommate, the brighter and realer the shine in her eyes became. Hope was not yet dead, that much was for certain. I led her down the cliffside and past the rocky expanse to where the concert had been held. It seemed ages ago. Some wistful part of me thought I could hear the faint sound of Kits singing above the gentle murmur of the waves.
The beach was golden in the afternoon sunlight. The sleepy tide sent water steadily dribbling into the sand beneath our feet, the drier patches giving way ever so slightly as we walked along. The faint outline of a plan had taken shape in my mind. We headed for the grotto.
"It makes sense now," I thought aloud. "The creature we fought at the concert was targeting you. The deep ones must have known that you two had a bond."
"I guess so," she replied uncertainly, eyeing the maw that opened up in the natural stone wall before us. "Going spelunking will help us how, exactly…?"
"I figure it tried to take you in there for a reason. This place has to be special. If you want, you can always wait here, but I'd prefer to have you with me. I only want to look around a bit. Maybe there's a clue of sorts on how we can contact Kit."
She sighed. "Now I know why you wanted me to bring my flashlight." She produced the object in question and handed it over before linking arms with me. "Of course I'll stick with you."
The inside of the cave was far too quiet for comfort. The eerie silence was only broken by the occasional plinking of water dripping from the walls and ceiling. We made an effort to step around the puddles glittering on the bumpy ground as we proceeded into the dimness. The sunlight threading through the grotto's mouth didn't reach very far, so we were glad for the bright beam of our torch. I let it travel the hollowed rock, the light crinkling oddly as it reflected off the pools of water that seemed to grow larger the further we got. Nettie Peterson was hanging onto my arm, her grip growing a little tighter with every passing minute. Her face was a set mask of grim determination, belied by the nervous twitch of her eyelid and the occasional quiver of her lower lip.
My own discomfort was undeniable as well. My heart was thundering in my chest and clammy beads of perspiration were running down my face. Every step we took caused a dull thud, the echo of which bounced off the rough stone walls to be funneled by the length of the cave. There were several smaller passages leading off into all directions, but Nettie and I agreed on always picking the largest entrance. This way, the path we took was far easier to memorize and there was little possibility of getting lost. After the third or fourth time we ducked through one of the doorframe-like archs, we were met with an imposing sight. A large room with high ceilings opened up before us. There was natural light seeping through several small cracks overhead. Stringy, pale plant life hung down or clung to the walls. A round lake filled up its entire bottom half.
Both Nettie and I stopped in our tracks. There was no solid ground to walk on anymore. On top of that, the beauty of this subterranean body of water had literally stunned us. Ripples were rolling off the center of its surface, casting a faint shimmer onto the ceiling. The stone-filtered light from outside set the lake aglow, bright speckled dancing across it like sprightly wisps. All I could do was taken in a soft, reverent breath while the very thoughts running through my head escaped Nettie's trembling lips.
"Have you ever seen something so beautiful?"
I would have told her yes, but I truly could not remember when. Unfortunately, the lake also appeared to form something of a dead end. I considered turning and checking out another passage, only for my savior human to point out a ledge running along the side of the room. It was narrow, but no doubt wide enough for the two of us to walk it single-file. We clambered up the shelf-like protrusion and, hand in hand, began to move along. It was bumpy and wet, and I almost regretted continuing this way. I couldn't seem to properly place my feet, my soles slipping a few inches with every step. Glancing over my shoulder, I could tell from Nettie's grim expression that she was experiencing similar difficulties. My pulse was racing, my lower lip caught between my teeth as I attempted to focus on safely making it across.
The cold sweat that leaves my palms was actively working against me at this point, and before I could react, the flashlight had slipped through my shaking fingers. It bounced off a bump in the shelf, then rolled off the edge entirely to disappear in the dark water with a thick, loud plop. I cursed, turning to Nettie with an apologetic expression.
"It's fine," she assured me, squeezing my hand. "It's bright enough here as it is and we'll still have our phones for light later."
I smiled gratefully, about to take my next step when a deep, guttural gurgle came rumbling up from the depths of the lake. The sound hovered in the damp, salty air for a moment or two. My best friend and I froze in place, her grip on my hand turning into an iron vice. For a split second, I believe even my own heartbeat stilled.
"What was that?" Nettie Peterson whispered, her voice barely audible over the sudden charged hum of the water below. Her question would not remain unanswered for long. The droning noise of vast water masses shifting began to fill the air as from deep, deep beneath, something made its way up. My savior human and I helplessly pressed our backs up against the wall, trying to keep steady against the force of the vibration shuddering through the rock. The ledge we were standing on was quaking as though the cave itself had come alive and was trying to throw us into this growling, cold abyss.
Within seconds, the thing broke the surface, causing enormous splashes and sending countless drops of water raining down on us. I blinked them out of my eyes just in time to see it unfurl.
It was not a living being in its entirety, merely part of one. That however only made the sight before us all the more terrifying. Simply put, it was a human arm. Just not of any human I had ever encountered. It was enormous; every webbed finger of the hand it ended in was about my size. There were six of them, each bending in far too many places—I thought I could count as many as eight joints on the longest one. Its nails were more like claws, long and sharp with what looked like barnacles growing underneath them. The thin, nearly translucent skin between its fingers was stony gray, just like the rest of it. The hand slowly began to grope around, searching the walls of the cave. I knew right then and there that I couldn't possibly fight it. If it came to it, I'd try to hold it off with everything I had, but something this huge couldn't possibly be defeated. We had to flee, as long as we still could.
"Oh God," Nettie breathed. "Oh God, oh God, oh God…" Her hand was trembling in mine.
"Quick," I hissed. "Turn around, we gotta get out of here!"
She nodded helplessly, her eyes blown wide in terror. When she began her retreat from the ledge, she nearly took up running. I pulled her close just in time to prevent her from slipping. "Watch out!" I uttered, unable to suppress the fear in my tone. "Don't slip, we're dead if we fall in."
My savior human let out a whine, then took a deep breath and bit her lip. Slowly but steadily, she placed each foot in front of the other, leading us off the ledge. My ears were ringing. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the gigantic arm as it blindly felt along the walls, its nails coaxing a grating sound as they scratched upon the rocks. It was getting closer and closer, the side of its thumb nearly brushing the top of my head for a split second before I could withdraw. I had to press my eyes shut for a moment as my chest tightened painfully. Finally, we had reached the end of the shelf and wasted no time in jumping off.
We didn't even bother with any cell phone flashlights. As soon as we were on solid ground again, we darted through the entrance of the room, back through all of our carefully chosen passages before finally staggering out the mouth of the cave into the sunlight. We were panting like dogs; Nettie was forced to crouch down and sit still for a while to catch her breath. Meanwhile, I was seeing stars. Colorful dots and sparks of lightning seemed to dance before my inner eye as I blinked furiously into the afternoon sun.
"What the fuck was that?" my best friend, having regained her ability to speak, rasped out.
I turned to face her, my knees wobbling like jello. "I have no idea."
"You think it… you think that fish person from the concert was trying to take me there? Dump me into that lake?" She lowered her voice. "It would have fed me to that giant thing, wouldn't it."
I held her gaze, my mind racing. "I don't know. Maybe the giant's different."
"What do you mean?"
"I think we might have just seen Kit's father."
X
1
2: deadbeat roommate
3: creepy crush
4: relocation
5: beach concert
6: First date
7: Temp work
8: roommate talk
9: a dismal worldview
10: warehouse
11: staircase
12: explanation
13: hurt
14: hospital
15: ocean
16: diner
17: government work
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I woke up in Frankie Preston's bed the following morning. I instantly knew it wasn't mine due to the lack of Dorito crumbs in the sheets. Even so, it took me a while to come to. Once I'd rubbed my eyes and untangled myself from the blanket, I found the man himself sitting upright beside me, fully dressed with his shoes on, presently reading a book. "Morning, Sunshine," he muttered, not looking up. "There's water on the nightstand for you. A muffin, too. I wasn't sure what to get."
I let out an incoherent murmur to which he huffed a laugh and rested his hand on the side of my face. "You were still as a rock, you know."
"I'm sorry for messing up last night," I said, my voice cracked and dry from sleep. "I shouldn't have gone looking for trouble. I should've stayed low and just watched those two."
"What's with that tone? I'm not about to lecture you. I get wanting to take revenge. You did fine as far as I'm concerned. And I think Markov is okay with everything, too. After all, any proceedings against the Collective are highly legitimate now or whatever. Plus, she got that lady cultist in custody now, and she's looking forward to the interrogation. She called and explained it to me on the phone earlier, but I wasn't paying attention." He shrugged to himself and I reached up to tug aside his book's cover. "It's Wuthering Heights," he told me, gently removing my hand. I tried to grab it again, but he pulled it out of my reach. "Oh!" He sounded amused as he finally set the book aside to hug me. "You could have just said something."
"Don't you have to work today?"
"I called in sick. Of course, my six moms know I don't actually get sick so they'll suspect something's up. They're probably gonna be all over me."
"You never get sick?" I inquired.
"No. It's one of the nicer aspects of inhuman nature."
"I'm still not getting any answers on that?"
"Don't worry, you will. Sooner or later."
We went out and took a walk in the park, which was equally weird and nice. It seemed such a normal thing to do. It was a bright, nearly windless day, and the sun shining down on us provided a gentle warmth. The previous days' rain had left the trees heavily laden with drops of water. Occasionally, some would dislodge from the leaves and branches they occupied and plop down on our heads.
I asked Frankie whether he would be alright with checking in on Nettie Peterson together. He chuckled, joking that she would probably just love to see him, but ultimately agreed. Once my best friend was due to be off work, we went around to her house.
Strangely enough, the most drastic changes in other people seem to happen without me really being there to witness them. Kit Sutton had somehow turned into a somewhat responsible roommate without me even noticing. Before I knew it, we had become friends. When my savior human opened the door for us, I felt distinctly reminded of that other development. Nettie, not unlike a butterfly emerging from whatever they call that odd little sleeping bag caterpillars make for themselves, had apparently come out of her dark state of mind all by herself. Her eyes lit up when she saw me and she wheedled us inside with much the same enthusiasm I was used to. She had us sit down in the garden while she tended to her flowers.
I watched her closely. Her skin had regained much of its healthy glow, her hair was washed and shiny, the clothes she wore clean—a flowing blouse, mom jeans and sneakers. She had clearly picked them out with care, like she normally did. It was good to see her restored to her old self, but I couldn't help but feel like something was wrong.
"Are you sure you're okay?" I asked.
"I have to be, don't I?" she replied, her cheerful tone coming out more forced than she'd likely intended. She was cutting away crushed and wilted leaves from one of her small bushes, shaping it in the process. "It's over. Life goes on."
"Does it?" I tilted my head at her.
"Can we talk about anything else? Literally anything?" The snapping movements of her garden shears came faster; more forceful. Frankie Preston and I exchanged uncomfortable looks. Figuring it would make for an interesting topic, I proceeded to tell Nettie about our exploits the night before. Halfway through my story, she had ceased her plant styling activities, blankly staring at me from where she sat on the ground. By the time I was done, she had taken off her rubber gloves and was slowly massaging her temples.
"One of these days, Eva. One of these days, you're gonna give me a heart attack. I don't even want to ask about what you get up to anymore, I think. I'm afraid of the answer." She threw Fran a grateful glance. "Thank you for getting her out of there safely."
The waiter smiled placidly. "Sure." Turning to me, he added in a whisper, "So we're not going to mention that you saved me from the FunFlair guys twice before this?"
I grinned mildly and shook my head before assuming a more serious tone. "Nettie, it's great that you're all better, but you were really down before. If this is just an act, I'd prefer you didn't put it on."
"It's not an act," she said sternly, raising her hands to her hips. "I've resigned myself. That's all. There's nothing to be done, I've accepted it and I've moved on."
"That can't be healthy," Frankie remarked. "You know what would help? Punishing the world in some way. You could take it out on your kindergarteners. Tell them a scary story so their parents have to stay up all night with them. Incite a dirt throwing fight and send them home all muddy. Set up a boxing ring and have them go at each other like in a dog fight. Wouldn't that be far more rewarding than sucking it up?"
Nettie Peterson looked unimpressed. Her dark eyes roamed the young man like she was trying to gauge whether or not he was serious. "You're some kind of sociopath, aren't you?"
That she shouldn't have said. Frankie's serene expression morphed into his customer service smile. I don't know when I started deciphering this being's voice and countenance, but there I was, picking up on the spiteful undertone in what he said next.
"I'm just saying, if the woman I fancied disappeared in such a way, I'd find outlets for my grief." His eyes darted over to Nettie as if to ensure she'd heard him correctly before settling on me, observing my reaction. All I could do however was stare at my best friend.
Her glossy lips had parted. She met my gaze, her thick, expressive brows rising a good deal. "I…" she began, faltering and starting to fumble for words. "That's to say, Kit was… we, um…"
"Oh, Eva didn't know?" Frankie asked, perfectly flat and monotonous. "I had no idea it was a secret. I'm sorry, it wasn't my place to say. I wouldn't have mentioned it, really."
Something about that sent a chill down my spine. I shot him a glare, to which he drew himself up and turned away. Meanwhile, Nettie finally broke from her stupor and blurted out, "We were together, okay?"
For a moment, I sat quietly. “Frank, please go home,” I said at length, not quite looking at him. “We’ll talk later. We will.”
He looked like he wanted to say something, but quickly thought better of it, rising to his feet and storming off. Ignoring the queasy feeling in my stomach, I walked over to Nettie and plopped down on the ground beside her. “So that’s what this was about,” I began.
My savior human nodded meekly. “We… we didn’t want to tell you. Not for the time being, at least. We hadn’t defined the relationship yet, i-it was all so new and weird, I felt weird, but it was good, you know? I just wasn’t ready to think about it that way yet. And you’ve only ever seen me date guys, I didn’t know what you’d think…”
“I wouldn’t have thought anything,” I replied. “How long has this been going on?”
“Not long. She called me up before she came back to you a couple weeks ago. That’s kind of when we started seeing each other in… in that way.”
“Romantically?”
“Yes.”
I hesitantly extended a hand to caress her upper arm, locking eyes with her. There was a profound sadness in her expression, a watery gleam. She took a deep breath. “Before that, we used to text back and forth occasionally. I always felt kind of weird about her. Somehow, she got under my skin everytime she was goofing off, what with her little jokes and all. We kept talking, though. I was always so irritated when she was around, and that’s so unlike me, I just ended up wondering… And then when she showed up here, it all kind of came together. W-we did. She stuck around and we spoke and everything simply made sense all of a sudden. I didn't know she liked me, too.” She swallowed audibly, her voice brittle and husky as she went on. “Kit isn't like anyone else I’ve ever had feelings for.”
“Not like anyone else, as in… a woman?” I prompted, raising a brow.
Nettie grunted. “Oh, shush! Don't make me feel guilty for being hesitant at first. I know it’s not a big deal to you, but try going through life believing you’re straight and suddenly running into some cute ditzy punk girl and realizing you’re not. It’s all sorts of confusing, believe me. I was scared it was gonna be weird because it was my first time with a woman but Kit somehow made it easy. It was a bit of a whirlwind, sure, but it felt natural and… just good.”
“Did you tell Eli?”
“No. But I think he suspected. That man knows me like the back of his hand. We’re basically siblings, remember? He was always tactful, never really pressured me into admitting anything, but he made a couple puns here and there, so… I do believe he knew.” She fumbled with her limp gloves, fixing me with a wavering smile. “So?”
“So what?”
“What do you say?”
“Is there something you want me to say?” I shrugged. “I’m only glad I understand now. I wish you’d told me sooner, but that’s your business. Also, I didn’t tell you that I’ve been running around with our waiter, so I guess we’re essentially even. By the way, I’m sorry he put you on the spot like that. You didn’t deserve that. How did he know about you two anyways?”
Nettie pursed her lips. “He might have seen us around the diner or something. I’m not sure. I’m, uh, not gonna comment on whatever you two got going on. You know what you’re doing. Hopefully.”
“Ah, thanks. Then I won’t be giving my opinion on whether or not I consider that deadbeat dork Kit to be worthy of you.”
My savior human snorted. “Much appreciated. Though I guess it’s not really an issue anymore either way.”
I shook my head. “Don’t think like that. We can’t let her go. I certainly won’t, not after this.”
“What do you mean?”
I rose to my feet. “I’m going to drag her blue ass back out of the ocean and have her make an honorable woman of you.”
I don’t believe she thought I was serious. The realization had set in by the time I’d dragged her down to the beach with me, though. We had taken Wammawink for the drive. Wammawink is the name of Nettie’s pastel pink motor scooter. It has a sidecar, which she straps me into with great care whenever we ride. It took her about twenty minutes to get us down to the shore. The more I talked about possibly retrieving my roommate, the brighter and realer the shine in her eyes became. Hope was not yet dead, that much was for certain. I led her down the cliffside and past the rocky expanse to where the concert had been held. It seemed ages ago. Some wistful part of me thought I could hear the faint sound of Kits singing above the gentle murmur of the waves.
The beach was golden in the afternoon sunlight. The sleepy tide sent water steadily dribbling into the sand beneath our feet, the drier patches giving way ever so slightly as we walked along. The faint outline of a plan had taken shape in my mind. We headed for the grotto.
"It makes sense now," I thought aloud. "The creature we fought at the concert was targeting you. The deep ones must have known that you two had a bond."
"I guess so," she replied uncertainly, eyeing the maw that opened up in the natural stone wall before us. "Going spelunking will help us how, exactly…?"
"I figure it tried to take you in there for a reason. This place has to be special. If you want, you can always wait here, but I'd prefer to have you with me. I only want to look around a bit. Maybe there's a clue of sorts on how we can contact Kit."
She sighed. "Now I know why you wanted me to bring my flashlight." She produced the object in question and handed it over before linking arms with me. "Of course I'll stick with you."
The inside of the cave was far too quiet for comfort. The eerie silence was only broken by the occasional plinking of water dripping from the walls and ceiling. We made an effort to step around the puddles glittering on the bumpy ground as we proceeded into the dimness. The sunlight threading through the grotto's mouth didn't reach very far, so we were glad for the bright beam of our torch. I let it travel the hollowed rock, the light crinkling oddly as it reflected off the pools of water that seemed to grow larger the further we got. Nettie Peterson was hanging onto my arm, her grip growing a little tighter with every passing minute. Her face was a set mask of grim determination, belied by the nervous twitch of her eyelid and the occasional quiver of her lower lip.
My own discomfort was undeniable as well. My heart was thundering in my chest and clammy beads of perspiration were running down my face. Every step we took caused a dull thud, the echo of which bounced off the rough stone walls to be funneled by the length of the cave. There were several smaller passages leading off into all directions, but Nettie and I agreed on always picking the largest entrance. This way, the path we took was far easier to memorize and there was little possibility of getting lost. After the third or fourth time we ducked through one of the doorframe-like archs, we were met with an imposing sight. A large room with high ceilings opened up before us. There was natural light seeping through several small cracks overhead. Stringy, pale plant life hung down or clung to the walls. A round lake filled up its entire bottom half.
Both Nettie and I stopped in our tracks. There was no solid ground to walk on anymore. On top of that, the beauty of this subterranean body of water had literally stunned us. Ripples were rolling off the center of its surface, casting a faint shimmer onto the ceiling. The stone-filtered light from outside set the lake aglow, bright speckled dancing across it like sprightly wisps. All I could do was taken in a soft, reverent breath while the very thoughts running through my head escaped Nettie's trembling lips.
"Have you ever seen something so beautiful?"
I would have told her yes, but I truly could not remember when. Unfortunately, the lake also appeared to form something of a dead end. I considered turning and checking out another passage, only for my savior human to point out a ledge running along the side of the room. It was narrow, but no doubt wide enough for the two of us to walk it single-file. We clambered up the shelf-like protrusion and, hand in hand, began to move along. It was bumpy and wet, and I almost regretted continuing this way. I couldn't seem to properly place my feet, my soles slipping a few inches with every step. Glancing over my shoulder, I could tell from Nettie's grim expression that she was experiencing similar difficulties. My pulse was racing, my lower lip caught between my teeth as I attempted to focus on safely making it across.
The cold sweat that leaves my palms was actively working against me at this point, and before I could react, the flashlight had slipped through my shaking fingers. It bounced off a bump in the shelf, then rolled off the edge entirely to disappear in the dark water with a thick, loud plop. I cursed, turning to Nettie with an apologetic expression.
"It's fine," she assured me, squeezing my hand. "It's bright enough here as it is and we'll still have our phones for light later."
I smiled gratefully, about to take my next step when a deep, guttural gurgle came rumbling up from the depths of the lake. The sound hovered in the damp, salty air for a moment or two. My best friend and I froze in place, her grip on my hand turning into an iron vice. For a split second, I believe even my own heartbeat stilled.
"What was that?" Nettie Peterson whispered, her voice barely audible over the sudden charged hum of the water below. Her question would not remain unanswered for long. The droning noise of vast water masses shifting began to fill the air as from deep, deep beneath, something made its way up. My savior human and I helplessly pressed our backs up against the wall, trying to keep steady against the force of the vibration shuddering through the rock. The ledge we were standing on was quaking as though the cave itself had come alive and was trying to throw us into this growling, cold abyss.
Within seconds, the thing broke the surface, causing enormous splashes and sending countless drops of water raining down on us. I blinked them out of my eyes just in time to see it unfurl.
It was not a living being in its entirety, merely part of one. That however only made the sight before us all the more terrifying. Simply put, it was a human arm. Just not of any human I had ever encountered. It was enormous; every webbed finger of the hand it ended in was about my size. There were six of them, each bending in far too many places—I thought I could count as many as eight joints on the longest one. Its nails were more like claws, long and sharp with what looked like barnacles growing underneath them. The thin, nearly translucent skin between its fingers was stony gray, just like the rest of it. The hand slowly began to grope around, searching the walls of the cave. I knew right then and there that I couldn't possibly fight it. If it came to it, I'd try to hold it off with everything I had, but something this huge couldn't possibly be defeated. We had to flee, as long as we still could.
"Oh God," Nettie breathed. "Oh God, oh God, oh God…" Her hand was trembling in mine.
"Quick," I hissed. "Turn around, we gotta get out of here!"
She nodded helplessly, her eyes blown wide in terror. When she began her retreat from the ledge, she nearly took up running. I pulled her close just in time to prevent her from slipping. "Watch out!" I uttered, unable to suppress the fear in my tone. "Don't slip, we're dead if we fall in."
My savior human let out a whine, then took a deep breath and bit her lip. Slowly but steadily, she placed each foot in front of the other, leading us off the ledge. My ears were ringing. I couldn't tear my gaze away from the gigantic arm as it blindly felt along the walls, its nails coaxing a grating sound as they scratched upon the rocks. It was getting closer and closer, the side of its thumb nearly brushing the top of my head for a split second before I could withdraw. I had to press my eyes shut for a moment as my chest tightened painfully. Finally, we had reached the end of the shelf and wasted no time in jumping off.
We didn't even bother with any cell phone flashlights. As soon as we were on solid ground again, we darted through the entrance of the room, back through all of our carefully chosen passages before finally staggering out the mouth of the cave into the sunlight. We were panting like dogs; Nettie was forced to crouch down and sit still for a while to catch her breath. Meanwhile, I was seeing stars. Colorful dots and sparks of lightning seemed to dance before my inner eye as I blinked furiously into the afternoon sun.
"What the fuck was that?" my best friend, having regained her ability to speak, rasped out.
I turned to face her, my knees wobbling like jello. "I have no idea."
"You think it… you think that fish person from the concert was trying to take me there? Dump me into that lake?" She lowered her voice. "It would have fed me to that giant thing, wouldn't it."
I held her gaze, my mind racing. "I don't know. Maybe the giant's different."
"What do you mean?"
"I think we might have just seen Kit's father."
X
1
2: deadbeat roommate
3: creepy crush
4: relocation
5: beach concert
6: First date
7: Temp work
8: roommate talk
9: a dismal worldview
10: warehouse
11: staircase
12: explanation
13: hurt
14: hospital
15: ocean
16: diner
17: government work
2023.05.29 16:49 CatZeyeS_Kai Risk versus Reward System for regular skills .. what could happen to characters??
Hi all,
I'm running into a designer's block (sort of ..) here.
One of my games involves a "risk versus reward" mechanic for everything. (Everything .. SO FAR!)
It works as follows, using 6 sided dice only:
Take 1 die, place it on any side. This is your risk factor.
Roll 2 dice. To each die add the risk factor separately. Each individual result for "rolled die" + "risk die" = 7 or more is a success.
In combat this system works, as lower risk lets you hit sooner with a higher risk of missing and a higher risk lets you hit more precise with a risk of getting hit first (and thus being unable to strike back).
For magic this system works, as lower risk simply means less successes (and you want to go for more successes) whereas higher risk means a risk of magic driving the spellcaster insane.
Now I'm stuck at regular skills. Skills such as "break", "hide in shadows" or "interrogate". My initial thought has been: Place a die, showing the risk factor. Achieve results of 7 or more for successes and roll risk factor or below for "complications".
Note: this way by setting the risk factor to 4 or more you can achieve successes and complications with the same roll. Which is actually kind of intriguing.
Now, what I want to ask you is: Do you have any creative idea, what kind of "complications" such a system could create?
I actually want to stay away from each skill requiring/creating a unique complication - I want to go more into the direction of the spells, where no matter what is tried a single mechanic causes ... something ... But I have no idea, what could happen ..
Any creativity from your side would be greatly appreciated :)
Pointers into any direction (à la "look at how game XYZ has solved this"), too. I'm entirely stuck here ..
Many thanks in advance (and I hope, any of this what I've written makes any sense at all ..)
Kai
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I'm running into a designer's block (sort of ..) here.
One of my games involves a "risk versus reward" mechanic for everything. (Everything .. SO FAR!)
It works as follows, using 6 sided dice only:
Take 1 die, place it on any side. This is your risk factor.
Roll 2 dice. To each die add the risk factor separately. Each individual result for "rolled die" + "risk die" = 7 or more is a success.
In combat this system works, as lower risk lets you hit sooner with a higher risk of missing and a higher risk lets you hit more precise with a risk of getting hit first (and thus being unable to strike back).
For magic this system works, as lower risk simply means less successes (and you want to go for more successes) whereas higher risk means a risk of magic driving the spellcaster insane.
Now I'm stuck at regular skills. Skills such as "break", "hide in shadows" or "interrogate". My initial thought has been: Place a die, showing the risk factor. Achieve results of 7 or more for successes and roll risk factor or below for "complications".
Note: this way by setting the risk factor to 4 or more you can achieve successes and complications with the same roll. Which is actually kind of intriguing.
Now, what I want to ask you is: Do you have any creative idea, what kind of "complications" such a system could create?
I actually want to stay away from each skill requiring/creating a unique complication - I want to go more into the direction of the spells, where no matter what is tried a single mechanic causes ... something ... But I have no idea, what could happen ..
Any creativity from your side would be greatly appreciated :)
Pointers into any direction (à la "look at how game XYZ has solved this"), too. I'm entirely stuck here ..
Many thanks in advance (and I hope, any of this what I've written makes any sense at all ..)
Kai
2023.05.29 16:48 Ilovecoloring122 its not worth even discussing
Over the years my ex has been very hostile, but a more subtle thing she does is has this attitude of "check with me" for things during my time with the kids. Small items maybe but thats not the point, like it used to to be pissed off when i would take the kids somewhere but wouldn't tell her where we were going.One time she called me for something while i was on my way out of town (the town we both lived in) she asked me to bring her something i said no, cause i was not in town. She then flipped out demanding i tell her "where are you taking my kids" its like fuck off, there my kids and its my time.
She would do things like this all the time, one time i was running a few min behind and got stuck behind a freight train which would easily add like 10 min, so i called her and let her know, she then got pissed off because "if your coming from your place to mine you shouldn't hit any train tracks, where are you coming from". and my personal favorite
I picked the kids up, then a few min later i texted her about something i cant remember, she then got pissed off cause she thought i was texting and driving (which is fair) i said im not driving im at the gas station. She then demanded i send her a picture of me at the gas station as proof or she would contact her lawyer....again prior posts shows how delusional she is but these are just some examples of her being insane.
So now, i just dont tell her things she does not need to know in this vein cause its not even worth it. Today i drop the kids off to her and get home to a nasty text about my son not going to school friday, (his sister was sick and he had a half day, as well as a slight fever himself so i called him in for the day)
She is pissed off cause i didint "update her" i was going to text her back and go into why, but then i just decided to not do that, cause no matter what i say its going to end in an argument, she wont believe me, and it is just not worth it.
I am all for keeping the other parent updated on things, but stuff like this i dont think is vital to share especially due to her actions in the past, its just not worth the argument
She also knew my daughter was sick ahead of time.
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She would do things like this all the time, one time i was running a few min behind and got stuck behind a freight train which would easily add like 10 min, so i called her and let her know, she then got pissed off because "if your coming from your place to mine you shouldn't hit any train tracks, where are you coming from". and my personal favorite
I picked the kids up, then a few min later i texted her about something i cant remember, she then got pissed off cause she thought i was texting and driving (which is fair) i said im not driving im at the gas station. She then demanded i send her a picture of me at the gas station as proof or she would contact her lawyer....again prior posts shows how delusional she is but these are just some examples of her being insane.
So now, i just dont tell her things she does not need to know in this vein cause its not even worth it. Today i drop the kids off to her and get home to a nasty text about my son not going to school friday, (his sister was sick and he had a half day, as well as a slight fever himself so i called him in for the day)
She is pissed off cause i didint "update her" i was going to text her back and go into why, but then i just decided to not do that, cause no matter what i say its going to end in an argument, she wont believe me, and it is just not worth it.
I am all for keeping the other parent updated on things, but stuff like this i dont think is vital to share especially due to her actions in the past, its just not worth the argument
She also knew my daughter was sick ahead of time.
2023.05.29 16:44 paco-reborn Scooter stopped working after flashing two firmware at the same time
Hey I have bought xiaomi mi pro 2, I have flashed CFW on it and everything was great, after that I have tried to flash SHFW instead of that, and I got key icon on my display, and it wouldn't work. I thought that maybe SHFW was broken, so I have flashed CFW again on my scooter. The icon of key didn't disapear but also power button wasn't doing anything, I couldn't accept blutetooth connection or change anything or turn the scooter off. I have found nothing on internet but only tutorial that maybe disengagement of battery might help. I did something but not what I expected. It turned off my scooter, and when I clicked the power button it did turn on, but othern than that nothing seems to be working. The scooter shows 0 km/h and Drive mode. I cannot change that and also I cannot turn the scooter off (I can only turn it off by disengagement of battery). I don't know what to do. The scooter shows it self on blutetooth and it reacts to connection (it beeps when someone wants to connect), but I cannot accept the connection (the button doesn't work).
I don't know what to do, I don't see any errors on display also. The scooter was working fine yesterday, I think those upadtes broke it. I have bought st-link, maybe tommorrow it will arrive, but even with that i don't know what should I aim for, and where is the issue.
If u could help me, I would appreciate so much!
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I don't know what to do, I don't see any errors on display also. The scooter was working fine yesterday, I think those upadtes broke it. I have bought st-link, maybe tommorrow it will arrive, but even with that i don't know what should I aim for, and where is the issue.
If u could help me, I would appreciate so much!
2023.05.29 16:43 retrofl0w PC suddenly stopped reading portable hard drives
So yesterday, out of nowhere, my Windows 10 PC stopped reading my portable hard drive (a 4TB Toshiba drive) for seemingly no reason. I restarted my computer and it was recognized again, but the same thing happened again twice throughout the day--unfortunately, after the third time, even a restart wasn't fixing the issue.
I tried plugging the HDD into my laptop and it worked fine, which makes me think it has something to do with my computer, especially because I tried plugging in another HDD drive (that also works on my laptop) and that doesn't work either. I don't think it's the USB ports because other devices are able to be read fine, it's just the hard drives.
Here's what I've tried that hasn't worked:
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I tried plugging the HDD into my laptop and it worked fine, which makes me think it has something to do with my computer, especially because I tried plugging in another HDD drive (that also works on my laptop) and that doesn't work either. I don't think it's the USB ports because other devices are able to be read fine, it's just the hard drives.
Here's what I've tried that hasn't worked:
- Uninstalling drivers in Device Manager
- Locating the drive through Disk Management (it doesn't show up at all)
- Toshiba Storage Diagnostic Tool
- Switching USB ports
2023.05.29 16:42 paco-reborn Scooter stopped working after flashing two firmware at the same time
Hey I have bought xiaomi mi pro 2, I have flashed CFW on it and everything was great, after that I have tried to flash SHFW instead of that, and I got key icon on my display, and it wouldn't work.I thought that maybe SHFW was broken, so I have flashed CFW again on my scooter.The icon of key didn't disapear but also power button wasn't doing anything, I couldn't accept blutetooth connection or change anything or turn the scooter off.I have found nothing on internet but only tutorial that maybe disengagement of battery might help.It did something but not what I expected. It turned off my scooter, and when I clicked the power button it did turn on, but othern than that nothing seems to be working. The scooter shows 0 km/h and Drive mode. I cannot change that and also I cannot turn the scooter off (I can only turn it off by disengagement of battery). I don't know what to do. The scooter shows it self on blutetooth and it reacts to connection (it beeps when someone wants to connect), but I cannot accept the connection (the button doesn't work).
I don't know what to do, I don't see any errors on display also. The scooter was working fine yesterday, I think those upadtes broke it. I have bought st-link, maybe tommorrow it will arrive, but even with that i don't know what should I aim for, and where is the issue.
If u could help me, I would appreciate so much!
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I don't know what to do, I don't see any errors on display also. The scooter was working fine yesterday, I think those upadtes broke it. I have bought st-link, maybe tommorrow it will arrive, but even with that i don't know what should I aim for, and where is the issue.
If u could help me, I would appreciate so much!
2023.05.29 16:41 paco-reborn Scooter stopped working after flashing two firmware at the same time
Hey I have bought xiaomi mi pro 2, I have flashed CFW on it and everything was great, after that I have tried to flash SHFW instead of that, and I got key icon on my display, and it wouldn't work. I thought that maybe SHFW was broken, so I have flashed CFW again on my scooter. The icon of key didn't disapear but also power button wasn't doing anything, I couldn't accept blutetooth connection or change anything or turn the scooter off. I have found nothing on internet but only tutorial that maybe disengagement of battery might help. I did something but not what I expected. It turned off my scooter, and when I clicked the power button it did turn on, but othern than that nothing seems to be working. The scooter shows 0 km/h and Drive mode. I cannot change that and also I cannot turn the scooter off (I can only turn it off by disengagement of battery). I don't know what to do. The scooter shows it self on blutetooth and it reacts to connection (it beeps when someone wants to connect), but I cannot accept the connection (the button doesn't work).
I don't know what to do, I don't see any errors on display also. The scooter was working fine yesterday, I think those upadtes broke it. I have bought st-link, maybe tommorrow it will arrive, but even with that i don't know what should I aim for, and where is the issue.
If u could help me, I would appreciate so much!
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I don't know what to do, I don't see any errors on display also. The scooter was working fine yesterday, I think those upadtes broke it. I have bought st-link, maybe tommorrow it will arrive, but even with that i don't know what should I aim for, and where is the issue.
If u could help me, I would appreciate so much!