Primitive Technology keeps advancing through the ages to show us how to invent technologies. He finally catches up with the modern age. He shows the world how to make a nuclear reactor, a computer chip, a smartphone. And then he moves way beyond our current technology.
King offers an analogy: imagine a computer trying to solve a problem is actually trying to navigate a maze. Instead of tracing one path of the maze at a time, DNA could replicate itself at every junction—and at each point in the maze incorporate new information gleaned from solving the previous step. This would let the DNA explore exponentially faster than modern computer processors. Each strand of DNA is a processor, because it’s executing the command of replicating itself with a slight variation, building another processor which can take up its mantle. Unlike our modern computers which utilize processors that are more or less permanent and can run unlimited kinds of code, these are single-use and disposable, the exact opposite.
“A DNA computer has a trillion siblings and replicates itself to make a decision” by Dave Gershgorn (via Quartz)
You want to find a higher level language that’s really easy to port to various architectures spanning about 50 years? Brian Stuart has you covered with the classic language Forth. Brian even implemented it himself for his LSI-11 (basically a PDP-11/03 on a chip) back when he was in college, and decided to dust it off for the first time in decades just for VCF East. He also had a 6809 based SBC, a SPARC Station, and the Pocket Chip arm based machine. You name it, Forth will be there. He even was emulating a Tektronix graphics terminal on his laptop, drawing spirograph-like images using Forth – he later got to test it on the real thing.
“In the late 1960s Charles Moore developed the Forth programming
language as a tool for efficiently developing control systems. Ever
since, it’s found application in domains ranging from tiny embedded
systems, to monitoring sorting belts at FedEx, to implementing
workstation consoles, to controlling large telescopes, to controlling
large laser arrays doing fusion research. Like LISP before it, Forth
developed an avid following of programmers who understood how to use it
as a meta-language for creating application specific languages
customized to the problem at hand. It has a direct connection to the
theory of Turing completeness and is one of the simplest languages to
implement. This exhibit celebrates this amazing language by
demonstrating several different implementations of Forth on a variety of
hardware, all accompanied by educational material to help the viewer
understand that concepts behind the language.”
Engineers program tiny robots to move, think like insects
While engineers have had success building tiny, insect-like robots, programming them to behave autonomously like real insects continues to present technical challenges. A group of Cornell engineers has been experimenting with a new type of programming that mimics the way an insect’s brain works, which could soon have people wondering if that fly on the wall is actually a fly.
The amount of computer processing power needed for a robot to sense a gust of wind, using tiny hair-like metal probes imbedded on its wings, adjust its flight accordingly, and plan its path as it attempts to land on a swaying flower would require it to carry a desktop-size computer on its back. Silvia Ferrari, professor of mechanical and aerospace engineering and director of the Laboratory for Intelligent Systems and Controls, sees the emergence of neuromorphic computer chips as a way to shrink a robot’s payload.
RFA reaction when MC doesn't come back home because she was drunk with her friends. If it's roo much can you only do Zen and Jumin? Love you so much btw you're such an inspiration ♡♡
~Thank you so much, sweetheart!!! ^^ Love you, too!
He sighed when he realized your phone must be dead
Went through a whole pizza and various snacks as he sat up waiting for you and watching the door
Eventually it got so late that he assumed you must be staying with your friends, you’d never come home at this hour
As soon as you walked in the door he appears from the kitchen in his apron
A slight frown on his face and a mug of coffee in his hands
“I was really worried! I tried to call you…”
He let out a huge sigh of relief and dropped his shoulders before handing you the mug
“I’m so sorry…I guess I drank too much and before I knew it I had passed out on the couch.”
The smell of the coffee made your stomach flip and Yoosung must have read your expression with ease
He pulled you into a brief hug and rubbed your back with a laugh
“Well, I had a whole speech planned…but I’m thinking this hangover you’ve got is punishment enough. Come on, let’s get some food in your belly.”
He starts to freak out a bit when you aren’t home
Of course, he sends his security to investigate where you are
He doesn’t sleep until he knows for sure that you’re safe
When they relay back to him that you are still at your friends house, he calms down finally
“She never could hold her liquor well,” Jumin smiles and talks to Elizabeth 3rd before they head to bed
When you wake up you find Driver Kim waiting outside of your friends house for you
“I have some cold water waiting for you in the back, Miss,” Driver Kim shuts the door behind you
You’re expecting a lecture when you get home
But Jumin just smiled and gave you a kiss
“Your hair is a mess, it’s cute. But perhaps a shower is in order?”
You apologize for not coming home or letting him know what was going on
You know he must have been worried
“I’m just glad you are safe. Next time, please remember to call me…” he caressed your cheek, “We have a lot on the agenda for today. We won’t be home until late, and despite how you are feeling I expect you to keep our plans. But first, a shower.”
He ended up drinking a bit at home while he waited for you
And the later it got the more he wanted to smoke to calm his nerves
He tried rehearsing his lines to distract himself but he just couldn’t seem to focus
When he called you and it went straight to voicemail he began to panic
Went to the chat to ask Saeyoung for help
After much pleading, Saeyoung tracked you a bit and placed you at your friends house
“Just let her have fun, dude. She’ll be home in the morning.”
When you got home you saw a half empty pack of cigarettes on the coffee table
He must have been so worried
Zen appeared from the bathroom as he toweled off his hair, his eyes wide when he saw you
“Babe! You’re home! I was just getting ready to go pick you up.”
“I’m sorry my phone died. It got so late I just decided to stay the night there,” you hung your bag up near the door.
Zen brushed your hair behind your ear and kissed your forehead, remembering what Saeyoung said
“It’s alright, I hope you had a good night! Though, if you really want to apologize for making me worry…I know a few ways you could make it up to me,” he winked and kissed you deeply.
You were never home late like this
Jaehee washed the dishes and scrubbed the counters a second time just to keep busy
she found herself fidgeting on the couch
She couldn’t even focus on the new Zen DVD she had popped in
Her eyes kept glancing at her phone
When you walked through the door the next morning you found Jaehee passed out on the couch, TV still on and phone in hand
Had she been waiting for you all night?
You turned the TV off and grabbed the blanket from the couch, tossing it over her and giving her a kiss on the forehead
“I’m sorry,” you whispered
Her hand grabbed your wrist before you could walk away and you saw her eyes open
“Where were you?” she looked mad for a brief second but her face fell and her eyes were filled with worry
“I didn’t mean to worry you…I didn’t realize how much I drank and I felt it would be safer to stay there for the night…”
“You have bags under your eyes.”
“Blunt as always, I see,” you laughed.
“I’m too tired to lecture you right now,” she yawned and got up from the couch, “come on, let’s go to bed for a bit longer.”
She squeezed your hand in relief
He was sitting at his computer desk eating chips when you came home
“I’m back! Hope you weren’t too worried…”
You started walking towards his computer desk
“Nope! I figured your phone had died so I texted your friend to make sure you were okay. She even sent me some great pics of you passed out on the couch,” he laughed.
“You’re such a liar!”
He held his phone up and through it you heard the sound of your own voice, drunkenly singing karaoke at the bar you guys had been to that night
“I didn’t know you could sing, this outta get some good hits on youtube”
“Don’t you dare!”
You tried to wrestle the phone from his hands while shouting for him to delete it
Finally he agreed and let you watch him delete it, but his face turned more serious and he grabbed your hands
“You really have to be more careful, though…I was worried for a bit that something happened to you.”
Seeing his face like that made you feel sad that he worried so much
“I will, I’m sorry…” you gave him a kiss
“Oh! That was a good start for your apology. Now only 706 more to go,” he smirked and picked you up in his arms
Brendan Becker has a good head for audio synthesizer chips. And he’s been working on something just for that. Basically, it’s a microcontroller board with more than enough space to interface with most common sound synthesizer chips from vintage home computers and game systems, among other things, and the smarts to make it more convenient to use with his modern multi-chip tracker software. He had 4 different sound IC’s hooked in together, controlled from the same machine (including an MOS 6581 SID). I really want to see what becomes of his project, because I’ve got an SAA-1099 that I’d like to put to work.
According to Brendan, that would be plenty possible with what he’s working on…
“What happens when your job is to write music on pre-1990s computers and
consoles, and things aren’t hard enough as it is? Make them harder, of
course, by building your own synthesizer and music software to control
it! Inverse Phase will be showing off his in-progress chiptune gig box,
which will allow him to produce authentic sound from eight (or more)
systems simultaneously, all without having to carry each of the systems
to shows and the like. Also available will be demos of various hacked
software that enable chiptune creation on modern PCs, which can then be
easily ported to retro hardware.”
When Paul Allen and I first started Microsoft, I didn’t know as much about computers as I did today. Paul kept saying “Bill Gates, here is a computer chip” and I would say “Haha like a potato chip!” and would usually eat the computer chip in front of him. I think I ate about 3000 computer chips in our first year of Microsoft. It nearly put us out of business. Eventually they would just hand me a crouton and tell me it was a computer chip while they made real computer chips in secret and wouldn’t tell me. It was the solution that saved Microsoft.
rfa and minor trio being surprised by mc? like making a nice dinner or getting something they’ve wanted for the heck of it or whatever lol. i love ur blog btw u write so nicely!!
Thank you, love! I hope you like this :) I really enjoyed this request!
RFA + Minor Trio being surprised by MC
★ Yoosung ★
The moment the new video game Yoosung was craving for came on sale, he was rushing to the store to get it,
But only to be disappointed by the fact they were all sold out.
He kept going back and back to the store, but everytime they had to turn him away.
He tried to order it online, but the only way he could do so was by paying a high fee for shipping.
Another problem was that the game was re-stacked while he was at work, so people came right away for it, leaving none eft. So Yoosung was really upset.
He moped around a bit, but tried not to let his sadness show. But you could see just how upset the smol boy was.
Of course, you had to do something about this. You will not under any circumstances let your husband be sad!
So once you give him his kiss goodbye and see him off to work, you get dressed and head to the gaming store.
You wait for about an hour for them to re-stack so you can make sure to get one for definite. You are so excited to present it to him when he gets home – you wrap it in his favorite puppy wrapping paper and put a big blue bow on it.
When he comes home and you help him to de-stress by massaging his shoulders and some soft kisses hehe you hand him the wrapped up game. He looks up at you with a gentle smile and asks what it is, but you just tell him to open it.
He tears the paper apart and s c r e a m s when he sees the game. He nearly throws it across the room jumping up and spinning you around.
“Thank you, thank you, thank you, MC! You have no idea how much this means to me!”
Dinner and any responsibilities are forgotten by you guys as you play the new game for the rest of the night.
♪ Zen ♪
Zen had recently gotten the lead in a new play, which he was absolutely ecstatic about! It was a role he’s been wanting for awhile.
You couldn’t be more proud of him, but you watched as he came home exhausted every night, worn out, and barely able to stay awake.
You watched him eat little to nothing as stress started to chew away at him. Zen had even stopped taking care of himself! Your worried he is going to drive himself to insanity if he doesn’t at least eat breakfast.
So you had to do something for him. You couldn’t stand to see him like this. You wanted to do something that would be nice for him, enjoyable, and would help him to get more energy. Something that would commemorate him for all his hard work.
What better way than a date night! You found a few recipes online for some of Zen’s favorite meals, and while he was at work, you cooked it up for him. You decorated the room with candles and flower petals how romantic and set the table with all the meals presented - including a dessert!
You waited for Zen to come home, which was around eleven o’clock, excitement bubbling inside you to show him your surprise.
Zen came through the door looking exhausted as usual, but he was surprised to see you awake considering you are normally in bed by the time he gets home?
“Jagiya? What are you doing up?” he says smiling tiredly. You just grin and gently take his hand, pulling him to the kitchen. He gasps when he walks in to the elaborate display in the kitchen.
He’s wide awake now!
All his favorite meals on the table, fish bread from the shop, a chocolate cake, candles on every shelf and center, rose petals scattered all over the floor. He was speechless! He turned to you and suddenly all his energy was back as he lifted you up and spun you around. “Thank you so much, MC. This must have been a lot of work.”
“It’s nothing compared to what you’ve been doing, and I’m so proud of what you have accomplished and how far you have come.” Zen grins, bending down to kiss you, then digging into his food.
He’ll probably be extra tired in the morning after the wonderful~ night~ you~ guys~ have~ together~
❀ Jaehee ❀
*** FUN FACT! This same thing happened to my mom!
You were at home with a kidney infection, under doctors orders to rest while you take the medicine the makes you woozy and sick. You felt terrible, not only because of the pain in your abdomen, but because this meant that Jaehee had to work in the cafe by herself.
She came home exhausted and worn out, dark bags under her eyes and her auburn hair a mess. She tried to aid you since you were in a lot of pain, but you could see just how much it was taking out of her; the shine that was normally in her eyes just gone.
You desperately wanted to do something for her, but you were at a loss of what to do. Money was tight and you were home sick.
Under a blanket on the couch eating cereal, you listened to the radio. You were snapped out of a daze when they mentioned a contest where the winner would get two tickets for a free trip to Bermuda - flight paid for by the station and everything. You were interested and thought maybe if you could win, this could be a gift to Jaehee. She deserves a vacation afterall.
The way to win was by getting the correct answer to a trivia question based on an American TV show. You were able to answer it correct, however, many others did too so the radio station had to choose a random caller for their winner.
You were just about to hang up thinking there was no chance of you winning when suddenly, “Caller number 3?”
THAT WAS YOU!
“Congratulations! You have won a free trip for two to Bermuda!”
If it wasn’t that you were in so much physical agony, you would have jumped up and started screaming.
By the time the tickets were mailed to you, you were better, so you decided to do something flamboyant in presenting them to Jaehee. While she was washing the dishes from the cafe, you quickly set up a display of her favorite cupcake, flowers and coffee.
“MC? What’s all this for?”
It was hard to contain your excitement. You pulled out the two tickets from your pocket, presenting them to Jaehee who let out a gasp and squeel prying the tickets out of your hands. She was at a little bit of a loss for words. She questioned why you bought tickets, especially with their financial status. But you told her about the radio contest and how you won, and Jaehee just couldn’t be haPPIER SHE’S GOING TO BERMUDA.
Best trip of your lives. On the beach, relaxing, eating whatever you want, swimming, with the woman you love. You couldn’t have asked for a better vacation.
☂ Jumin ☂
What can you do for one of the richest businessmen in the world, who with a snap of his fingers can have anything delivered to him.
You watched the recent stress of work eat at him, though he tried to pass it off that he was fine. When he came home, he acted energized and on high alert, but over dinner you could see how his eyes would droop and it was difficult for him to keep his head up.
You tried to talk about it with him, but he just smiled, kissed you, and assured you he was fine.
But not only seconds later did you find him asleep on the toilet. Embarrassed, he had allowed you to help him into bed. He tried to tell you he didn’t need the help but he was just so tired at this point, he couldn’t even bother stopping you.
It pained you to see him like this; you know just how much he hates feeling weak and not in control. As he slept your cutie pie husband, you thought of something you could do for him. You felt like buying him something would be unnecessary, and you thought trying to clean up or cook something for him would just be a waste since he’d probably have the maid or cook redo everything.
So whatever it was you were to do for him, it had to be heartfelt and meaningful.
As Elizabeth the third strutted into the room mewling, her indication that she wanted food, the perfect idea popped in your head.
A sweater with Elizabeth’s face on it!
He could probably get a proper designer to do this for him, but you have some skill in sewing/knitting, and it will be much more meaningful and treasuring if it were you who made it.
The project took about a week, but it was worth it just to see the way Jumin’s face lit up when you presented to him the sweeter with Elizabeth on it.
For the first time ever, Jumin seemed to be at a loss for words as he pulled you into a bone crushing hug mumbling thank yous.
“My love. What did I do to deserve such a beautiful gift?”
You giggle, pulling him back down into a hug and kissing his cheek. “I did it because I love you. And I see that you are stressed. You are my husband. We are connected. You help me whenever I am stressed or upset, so I will help you when you are stressed.” You felt Jumin smile into your hair before he whispered to you,
“I’m a lucky man to have some as wonderful and pure as you.”
☺ Seven/Saeyoung ☺
Shopping for Seven can be incredibly difficult, considering there isn’t much that he wants and if he really wanted something, he’d just make it himself.
But you watched as Sevens health seemed to deteriorate as work for a new agency alliterated stress, and how unlike before where he could stay up for days, he could hardly keep his eyes open. And it astounded you how he continued to try and be lively around you, shower you with affection, and pretend that nothing was wrong though you could clearly see that there was.
You wanted to do something for Seven; something to show him that you appreciate him and all the hard work he was doing to provide for his family and the RFA. But what could you do?
While Seven was cooped up in what he called an office – which was a room with a bunch of computers and honey buddha chip bags everywhere – you sat in the kitchen with a notepad and tea and tried to think of some ideas.
In the end, it was Saeran who gave you the brilliant idea of adopting a kitten for Seven! What better gift could there be? It was so clear that Seven wanted a kitten and with everyone in the house, the kitten would definitely be taken cared of. But let’s not but Seven in charge of feeding it. All the cat will be fed is honey buddha chips.
The only one who was against it was Vanderwood, but after enough convincing, he finally agreed to adopting the kitten.
It was really hard to keep the surprise a secret since Seven has eyes basically everywhere and is always keeping tabs on you, but the day you went to go and adopt the kitten, Vanderwood and Saeran made sure he was completely unable to track you or figure out what as going on.
You went to an adoption center and searched for the perfect cat. You finally found the one when you spotted an orange tabby cat with a torn ear and a what looked to have a lopsided grin. Not only was the cat just purely stunning, it was playful too which was perfect for Seven!
You were so excited to give the kitten to Seven, you could hardly stop yourself from jumping up and down. Inside the bunker, you stood behind Seven who was so focused on work, he didn’t hear you come in. You grinned, holding the kitten to your chest and said, “Seven, honey, I have a surprise.”
Seven turned around to tell you he’d look at it later but he gasped when he saw the beautiful orange kitten. The scream of joy he released could probably be heard all around the world as he jumped off the chair and hurried towards you and the cat. He practically yanked the poor baby out of your arms.
“MC?? You did this for me? You got us a kitten? I’m a father now!!” You laughed, nodding your head and joining him at his side. You rested your head on his shoulder and petted the kitten who was flush against Seven’s chest. “Thank you, baby, this is amazing. Is it a boy or a girl?”
“A boy. What are you going to name him?”
Seven ponders for a few seconds before snapping his fingers. “Elliot!”
❆ V ❆
When V is not devoted to your well being and making sure you feel utterly loved, he is devoted to his art, whether it is painting or photography.
V has a transparent talent in the arts, especially photography. However, you can see that he favors painting. So you can imagine how upset he was when he ran out of paints. Of course, he could go to the store and buy some, but money was incredibly tight, especially with the move and financing a new house.
You could see just how much it upset him that he couldn’t paint. Sure, he loved photography, but he did it for so long that he got tired of it and prefered to mix the colours of paint instead of taking pictures of the same old thing.
If only you could get him new paints, and maybe more tools as something special, without cutting in too much to your finances. But doing that would be hard, so you called in a favor.
You were hesitant to do this but you wanted to see V smile, a genuine smile, once again. Besides, he’s done so much for you, so you should do this for him.
You called Jumin and asked for a loan, promising to pay him back, but as you expected, Jumin denied the need for you to pay him back. He was happy to loan money to a friend, especially when the money was being used to help someone.
In Paris, you found the most luxurious if that is really even possible and most eccentric of paints you could find. You had definitely gotten your money’s worth. While V was out, you set up the paints in his studio, grinning as you waited for V to come home. You heard the front door open and V call to you. “In your studio, honey. Come look at this!”
Blue boy shooketh
V entered the studio and immediately dropped his bag when he saw displayed all over the room were buckets and cartons of new paints. He was speechless as he walked around the room, inspecting the paints, as well as some new tools you bought for him. He turned to you and smiled.
“Darling, this is wonderful. But I told you we needed to save that money for finishing with the house and-”
You silenced him by placing your finger on his lips, then taking a hold of his collar and bringing him down to you so you could kiss him, gently. “None of that money was spent. I got a favor from someone, besides, we are not in debt. We are not in a financial crises, but even so, you don’t have to worry about that money being spent. You deserve this. I can see how much you miss painting. I want you to paint to your hearts desires.”
Your husband wrapped his arms around you, pulling you into a tight hug as he kissed the top of your head. “Thank you, MC. Really,” V said into your hair. “I know exactly what I will paint first.”
☻ Saeran/Unknown ☻
It’s been two years since Saeran was rescued from Rika’s grasps, and 6 months since you and Saeran made your relationship official.
Everyday, Saeran worked to be a loving and caring boyfriend to you, working on his anger and showing affection through the little ways he can.
However, this month seemed to be a particularly bad one for Searan. He was having issues with PTSD, and having more panic attacks than usual, and frequent breakdowns. He yells more than often, gets angry very easily, and the littlest things set him off. The transition from Unknown to Saeran was not easy for him.
Everyday he tries, so, so hard to get better. He even realizes how bad this month has been for him emotionally and mentally. He started to go to therapy more often, and at home he’d do all the things his therapist would suggest for him. He even agreed to take medication, which he was really against doing.
You’re so proud of him.
All the trauma he’s been facing this past month has drained him. It hurts you to see the mental pain he endures.
One night you two sat on your shared bed, him crying into your chest as he degraded himself and called himself weak.
“Don’t you ever say that, baby, don’t you ever. You are not weak. You are so strong. Look how far you have come. You have reached a rough spot, but that is ok, you are not alone.” Saeran continued to sob into your breasts as he clutched onto you, too afraid to let you go.
“I fear that one day you will leave me,” he wails, “because I am not good enough. I fear I won’t be able to make you happy… all I want is for you to be happy. I’ve been so cruel to you this month… not even just this month. I’ve never treated you right. I don’t deserve you.”
“You know that isn’t true, Saeran… I am happy every day with you. I wish you could see that.”
Rationally, you wanted to do something to cheer him up and to make him feel better.
So you got him an ice cream machine!
At first, you thought that was a silly idea, but as you sat and thought about it, you realized it was perfect. Saeran loves ice cream more than you you are sure, and you think he might find it calming and therapeutic to be able to make his own ice cream.
Ice cream machines aren’t cheap though, so you had to put aside a lot of money for it. You even had to borrow some money from Jumin you don’t know if you are lucky or not that he didn’t offer you taking in a cat as a deal breaker.
Saeran had gotten a lot better by the time you were able to order the ice cream machine and get it dropped off at the bunker. You had Seven keep him occupied as you set it up in the kitchen, putting a big bow that was his favorite colour on the top. Giddily, you shouted for him.
He entered the room and stopped in his tracks when he saw the machine. He gaped, his mint eyes widening a bit. You giggled as you ran to his side and took his hand, pulling him towards the machine.
“Is… is this?”
“An ice cream machine? Yes! Now you can make your own ice cream. It even comes with a tutorial and different flavors to use.”
“MC… why would you do this for me?” he asked, turning to you and cupping your cheek. His eyes kept straying to the machine since he was pretty desperate to start making ice cream.
“Because I love you, silly. And I’m so proud of you.”
He grinned, wrapping his arms around you and pulling you in for a bone crushing hug. The two of you spent hours that night making ice cream after ice cream, not caring how sick you may feel in the morning because of the amount of sugar you two will have surely consumed.
✌ Vanderwood ✌
Leaving the agency was a huge step for Vanderwood.
He loved the action, the thrill, the sudden adrenalin you get when on missions, but he loved you more, and he understood being in an agency put your life at risk. So he was willing to give it all up if it meant he could be with you.
But that didn’t make adjusting to what’s a “normal” life any easier. Though Vanderwood is skilled in many things, finding a job was hard for him. Especially one that he fit in to and one that he didn’t end up pissing anyone off in.
Vanderwood was going through job after job until he finally settled as a janitor and facilities worker ok I can so see this though I’m sorry at a school. But the problem with that is he is surrounded by at least 700 other sevens!!
And everyday he comes home frustrated and tired, absolutely done with the world. The second he is through the door, he’s kissing your temple as a quick hello then locking himself in the bedroom to do work. He’ll only come out for dinner and maybe watch something with you, but then he’ll go back into the bedroom.
At first you thought it was to sleep but you figured out it was him working and getting out some stress by stabbing one of those seven dolls.
You’ve tried to get him to talk to you, and only once did he ever really open up to you about it, and he barely said a thing. “Lets just say kids are brats. If we ever have a kid we better raise them right.”
When you’re stressed, Vanderwood has always pushed his tsundere side aside to help you, so you think it is only right that you find a way to help him.
One night he called you telling you he’d be home late, so you decided you would prepare a nice meal for him with some candles, a movie, and a cake.
It was around 8 o’clock that Vanderwood came through the door. He looked very tired and was reaching for a cigar as you walked over to him. He kinda weakly wrapped his arm around you and kissed your forehead, then made his way to the bedroom but you stopped him. “Before you shut yourself off from the world, I have a little surprise for you.”
You took his larger hand in yours and brought him to the kitchen where you had the meal set up. His eyes widened and he stammered as he stared at the meal. “MC. What is this?”
“Dinner of course! When is the last time you have had a proper meal? You are always telling me to eat healthy and to take care of myself. You’ve been working so hard. You deserve this. So before you go to complete any more work or sleep, please just have this meal with me.”
Vanderwood chuckled, a smirk appearing on his face as he took off his jacket with the leopard prints and hung it up. How could he deny this.
You two ate the meal together and had your first proper conversation in what has seemed like ages. After that, you cuddled on the couch and watched one of Vanderwoods favorite films. He noticed half way through the film though that you fell asleep. He grinned, turning off the TV and bringing you to bed. As he tucked you in and got under the covers besides you, he wrapped his arms around you, something he hasn’t been able to do in awhile since he has always been asleep first. He whispered a small thank you in your hair, and drifted off to sleep with you.
It was the best sleep he’s had in ages.
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Since my post about Kaiba accidentally incorporating magic into his tech and general techno-sorcery (the term I’m using for this) is getting a little more attention, I’m going to discuss more headcanons about that:
The two main ideas of techno-sorcery that I have come up with are wires and circuits arranged into glyphs (glyphs usually need some form of magical power such as blood or ba applied to them in order to activate. Turns out running electricity through them works just as well) and that a computer repeatedly reading a file can take the place of actually speaking the incantations. (Those files are typically in a digitization of heiratic text, so everyone else is convinced they are either complete genius or complete gibberish)
If pressed on a given thing he could probably realize why it violates our current understanding of physics. Like he is scientifically literate. Its just normally his subconscious is like ‘yep, checks out’ so most of the time he doesn’t even notice to begin thinking about it. On top of that, he has pieces of magical understanding that have bubbled up in the back of his brain and in the process get reframed in more scientific terms (especially once he sits down and tries to write this shit up for the patent), so he would have to realize that he actually hadn’t heard those ideas from somewhere else
But it works dammit, there has to be an explanation.
That said, upon the release of the holograms, the scientific community flipped the fuck out and got really excited. Holy shit! How does this stuff work? It could totally revolutionize our understanding of light, of everything. Can we get our hands on it and play?
Kaiba’s a little nervous because trade secrets and all, but he also loves the attention. So he does invite some scientists and outside engineers over, it just has to be at his facilities on his terms. The release of duel disks makes this slightly less of an issue because the scientists could just buy one, but they are expensive and the stuff at his facilities can be specifically set up to run a given experiments.
They are still really confused why the holograms from the cards are always such better quality than holograms attempted for unrelated things. Like we know you’re really into card games Kaiba, but this is a bit extreme.
Its cause the cards actually contain (or contain links to) ka’s, and he has another program to access and scan them, so of course if you start out with a lot of information about what your trying to project you get a better result than if you start from scratch. [Holograms, even cruder ones, are too profitable however for him not to write a program so that they can be used in other areas]
Pegasus figured out what was going on fairly quick and decided to roll with it and corroborate Kaiba’s story. That said, when Kaiba first approached him about duel box’s/arenas (depending on continuity), he talked so confidently about the whole mess, that Pegasus almost became convinced himself that he had put computer chips in the cards, especially because upon a mind scan Kaiba so thoroughly believed it. However, reminding himself that no, he did not put computer chips in, he realized that he caught glimpses of less mundane things floating through Kaiba’s mind. It might have actually freaked him out a little bit.
So long as you avoid mentioning magic and use more scientific-sounding phrases you could have a decent conversation with him about techno-sorcery (or as decent as any conversation with him goes), especially later on as he’s perfected duel disks and generally his craft. He’d actually be a little excited because after talking with so many engineers and scientists who were scratching their heads, here’s finally someone who gets it.
And then if you remotely mentioned that what you were taking about principles of magic he would flip his shit
Summary: College is hard, but there are always the benefits of being there.
Word Count: 1155
You were tired. But then again, you were always tired. College was stressful. It was hard. Everyone around you was intelligent and smart. You just seemed like another grain of sand on the beach. It wasn’t all that bad, though. You survived. You had a couple of friends that made you feel amazing. Honey Lemon was always so cheerful. Wasabi was always helping you organize your thoughts. Gogo always managed to make you feel relaxed. Fred always had jokes to make you smile. Tadashi, well, he was your best friend. You knew him like no one else did and he knew you like no one else ever would.
You smiled at the thought of Tadashi. Actually, the two of you were the only ones in the labs. The problem you were faced with was pretty challenging. Your next experiment was biology-based, and it seemed that whatever compound you utilized created an even bigger problem. You had spent two hours just staring at the pieces of scratch paper.
You jumped, a little shocked at the outburst. You rubbed your eyes before walking to Tadashi’s lab.You pushed the door a little.
Tadashi had this huge smile on his face. “Scan me.”
A voice, a robotic voice, spoke, “Your neurotransmitter levels are elevated. This indicates that you are happy.”
“I am! I really am. Oh, man, just wait til my brother sees you.” Tadashi smiled to himself. “You’re gonna help so many people, buddy. So many. That’s all for now. I am satisfied with my-”
You smiled and leaned against the door. You slipped through, tripping over your feet and fell to the ground. You scrambled to get up and coughed. “Sorry! I was just…” Your voice trailed off as you stared at a large robat. It was… plump and balloon-like. Its head was small, and its round eyes were big. Your jaw dropped. “This is your robotics project?”
Tadashi nodded with a wide grin. “Yeah! It’s pretty great!” He immediately coughed and pulled the bill of his cap over his eyes. “I mean, what- what do you think?”
You just smiled, circling around the new creation. “This is amazing.” You poked the robot. “Durable, soft. What is that in the middle?” You scrutinized it. “Carbon fiber?”
“Yep. Need Baymax to be really light and durable.”
“You expect him to fall out a window or something?” You laughed.
Tadashi shrugged. “He’s prepared for anything.”
You smiled. “Tadashi, may I, ask for a scan?”
“Baymax, scan me.”
The robot looked you up and down before concluding, “You are perfectly healthy, with high levels of dopanine, seratonin, and adrenanline.”
Your eyes widened. That was never supposed to be said. You panicked, tensing a little.
Tadashi tilted his head. He mouthed the words of the chemicals. He’s sworn he had heard it before. He took Pyschology class once and even talked to a professor about it for Baymax. However, for the life of him, he couldn’t remember. He stepped forward and asked, “Do you remember what those chemicals were for?”
You blushed. “Nothing too important, I think. Must’ve been a bonus question or something.” You stared at Baymax. “So how is he… knowledgeable? Programmed?”
Tadashi smiled. “Let me show you.” He pushed the access port on Baymax, revealing the green computer chip. “Over ten thousand medical procedures.”
“Wow.” You grasped the robot’s arm. “What else are you equipped with?”
Suddenly, a blue light emanated from his hand. You jolted back, feeling the buzz of electricity run from your fingers to the entire rest of your body. You shook your hands and feet. “Woah! That was unexpected.” You laughed a little, shaking your hand just a bit more.
Tadashi ran over to you. “Are you ok? I am so sorry. I guess I need to run another test. We’ll get you to the hospital. Surely, they’ll-”
“Tadashi, I’m fine.”
Tadashi took your hands into his, examining them. “Just because you can’t see anything, doesn’t mean it’s not there.”
You gasp at the contact, feeling the blood rush to your cheeks. “Tadashi,” you whispered, “I’m fine.”
“No, you’re not.”
“Yes, I-” You yawned. It may have been morning, but you did stay up late the night before.
Tadashi’s eyes widened. He gently cradled your cheeks with both of his hands and stared into your eyes. The warmth from his hands spread, and you could feel the temperature rise. Tadashi whipped out a small flashlight from his pocket and shined it in your eyes briefly. “Pupils are dilating just fine. Maybe the shock made you drowsy. It could’ve affected your nerves. We…” He picked you up, holding you to his chest.
You gasped. “Tadashi! I can stand on my own, you know?”
“You are experiencing drowsiness.”
“Then, test your invention. He could scan me and see if anything’s wrong.”
Tadashi shook his head. “You are too important to be some sort of test. I am taking you to a hospital.” He sped out of the room.
You squealed and held onto him tighter. “Tadashi! I am fine!”
“You were electrocuted!”
“Shocked!” You groaned. “At least just take me to the medical building.”
“Fine.” He changed direction and headed towards the medical building. When you arrived there, Tadashi put you down, but his hand rested on your waist, holding you close. You pursed your lips and felt your cheeks heat up. The doctors stared at you. “(Y/n), do you feel any pain?”
You gave him a thumbs-down.
The doctor opened his mouth, but Tadashi interrupted him, “Please, my robot malfunctioned, I just wanna make sure she’s alright.”
He sighed. “Ok, lovebirds, follow me into my office.”
The two of you stuttered, trying to disprove his small comment. Tadashi removed his hand from your waist and kept holding onto his hat. You just stared at the ground. Eventually, the two of you just avoided each other’s gaze with red cheeks. The check-up didn’t take long. Tadashi and you left the hospital, still not looking at each other directly.
“Hey, I’m sorry for dragging you to the hospital,” Tadashi admitted. “I was just really worried
You shrugged. "A little too worried,” you laughed, nudging him. “Don’t worry about it. It’s actually kinda cute.”
Tadashi gazed at you. “Cute?”
“Uh…” You blushed. “I mean, like, it’s cute that someone could care… about me.”
“I care a lot about you.” He laughed a little.
You gazed at him, smiling softly. “I care a lot about you, too.”
Tadashi’s grin widened. “Hey, you know, you could help me with Baymax later. If you want to?”
“I would love to.” You peered down and bit your lip. You took a risk and grasped his hand.
Tadashi stiffened. Then, he pulled you closer to himself and kissed your head. Yeah, college was tiring, stressful, and hard, but you had all you needed to survive. You had your friends and Tadashi, whatever he considered you to be.
Heyo!! So, my first Tadahi imagine! I hope you guys like it!
Kip reported that he began hearing voices when he was in sixth grade. The first time he heard a voice it told him, ‘You need to kill everyone, everyone in the world.’ It also told him, ‘You are a stupid piece of shit. You are’t worth anything.’ Thus, from the onset of his psychosis, Kip heard voices that urged him toward both homicide and suicide.
When asked where the voices came from, Kip had a couple of ideas. One idea was that he was hearing the devil. Another, was that the government might have put a computer chip in his head, with satellites transmitting messages to the chip.
Kip went on the describe three different voices: A, B and C. The ‘A voice’ was loud and authoritarian and told him what to do. The ‘B voice’ made derogatory statements to him. The ‘C voice’ repeated what the other two said or commentated on them. Sometimes he heard the voices talking to each other about him. Kip tried a variety of things to make the voices stop, including exercise, watching television, and punching himself in the head. After he was arrested and was giving his confession, he cried out about the voices and began banging his head against the wall.
Less than a month before the attack, Kip yelled in class, ‘God damn this voice inside my head.’ He was cited for misbehaviour, and a disciplinary form that quoted his outburst was sent home and signed by his mother. When his teacher asked Kip if he was really hearing voices, Kip denied it. He was painfully aware that being ‘crazy’ would lead to ostracism at school and be a major disappointment to his parents. Thus, his fear of being labelled as crazy prevented him from getting the help he desperately needed.
Kip’s delusions included paranoia that China was going to invade the US. In preparation for this, Kip had built bombs and stockpiled guns. Kip said about China: ‘They are so huge. They have nuclear weapons. Seemed like I would end up fighting them. I had lots of fantasies about fighting the Chinese.’ Another of Kip’s obsessions was his fear that the world was about to experience a plague. He feared the end of the world and the falling apart of society. He wanted to build a bomb shelter and accumulate food and supplies. Kip also believed that Disney was taking over the world and would replace the American dollar with the Disney dollar, featuring a picture of Mickey Mouse. In talking about Disney, Kip told Dr Bolstad, ‘No one of average intelligence sees it with Disney. You have to be smarter.’
Kip had other delusions. He said that sex criminals had chips put in them. He seemed to think that the television show The X Files indicated that the government was experimenting with putting chips in people. He said the chips could produce voices, adding, ‘Maybe that’s the way they’re controlling me.’ After the attack, Kip continued to be paranoid. Dr William Sack, a psychiatrist who worked with Kip in prison, reported that Kip thought visitors might have cameras in their glasses. He was also afraid his medication might be poisoned.
Besides auditory hallucinations, Kip may have also experiences visual ones. He told strange stories about a man who allegedly lived nearby and drove a car with bullet holes in it. Kip was so afraid of him that he said he bought a stolen gun because he needed protection in case the man came after him. It is not clear if Kip was paranoid about a real man who lived nearby, or if he was having visual hallucinations.
“You’re my new Quartermaster.” It was a statement, but the disbelief in the voice made it sound more like a question, and Q braced himself before turning around, ready for another round of questions about his age, his looks, his level of skill and the inevitable– this must be a joke, where’s the real Quartermaster?
“Yes. Nice to meet you, 007.” Q said flatly, keeping his expression carefully blank as he studied the agent in front of him. Bond was still favoring his right shoulder, which wasn’t a good sign, and he hadn’t shaved in a few days either. The slight whiff of alcohol, but this was England, and he was an agent, so nothing less was to be expected. A stubborn jaw, and more frown lines than smile lines, and glacier blue eyes that were studying Q just as intently as Q was studying him.
“Charmed, I’m sure.” was all Bond said after several minutes, and Q gave a short nod before going back to his computers, picking up his cup of tea and taking a sip before clicking back into his system.
“Oh, hello James!” Eve walked through the doors. “M is looking for you, but he wanted to be sure you met the Quartermaster first.”
“Yes, we’ve met.” Bond said without looking away from the back of Q’s head. “A bit young isn’t he?” he lowered his voice so only Eve could hear him. “He’s still got his spots. How did Six even find him?”
“He found us.” Eve kept her voice appropriately quiet as well. “He hacked our system to download his own plans for our surveillance system, and then told the agents who tracked him down that it was about bloody time they found him, and if they had his system they would have found him faster.”
“Cheeky bastard.” Bond couldn’t help the thread of admiration in his voice and Eve inclined her head in agreement.