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New flexible sensor holds potential for foldable touch screens

Picture a tablet that you can fold into the size of a phone and put away in your pocket, or an artificial skin that can sense your body’s movements and vital signs. A new, inexpensive sensor developed at the University of British Columbia could help make advanced devices like these a reality.

The sensor uses a highly conductive gel sandwiched between layers of silicone that can detect different types of touch, including swiping and tapping, even when it is stretched, folded or bent. This feature makes it suited for foldable devices of the future.

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anonymous asked:

Running hug? Lol, I have no idea what that's supposed to be but it just gave me two of the funniest mental images. 1: Lance sprinting through the castle trying to hug everyone as fast as he can for some reason. This nearly puts them all into healing pods as a result because he doesn't actually slow down at any point. The second half of this isn't going to fit so I'll have to make another ask for part 2.

Haha, I meant, like, the hug in the movies where the two people run at each other across a wheat field or whatever and fling themselves into each other’s arms, but this was actually way more fun.  Thanks for requesting it!

Lance found Hunk first, which was good, because when he barreled into his best friend, Hunk hugged him back and didn’t seem too concerned when Lance let go and raced off again.

Shiro was equally willing to be hugged, wrapping his arms bewilderedly around Lance before he could back away and run on to his next teammate.  "What’s that for?“ he asked, sounding bemused.

"I’ll explain later!” Lance declared, running off again.  Two down.  

He slammed into Keith two corridors later, almost knocking both of them over.  Keith squawked, offended, and tried to squirm out of Lance’s grasp.  "What are you doing?“

"Later!” Lance said, letting him go and taking off again.  Three.  Out of four?  Six?  Seven?  Lance suddenly realized he hadn’t asked who, exactly, he was supposed to be hugging, but he figured it was better to err on the side of caution.

Pidge would be in her hangar, but everyone else would be on the bridge, so he went there first, pushing his legs to run faster.  Why was the castle so big?  Usually it was good having a little room to split up so they weren’t all on top of each other, but as his lungs started burning, it seemed a little excessive.

When he burst onto the bridge, he went for Coran first.  As he’d half expected, Coran caught him without questioning it, squeezing him back.  "What’s wrong, Number 2?“

"Nothing!”  Lance said, extricating himself and jogging more casually over toward Allura “I just have to hug everyone in the castle within the next four minutes, is all.”

Allura let him hug her, patting him awkwardly on the back.  "What?  Why?  What are you talking about?“

He shrugged her off, running up to Kolivan, who glowered at him so hard that Lance couldn’t bring himself to give him a real hug and settled for an awkward side hug instead, dashing away as fast as he could so that he could both get to Pidge and avoid any retaliation from the enormous Galra.

"I’ll explain later!”

It was a relief to be out of the room, and an even bigger relief to only have one more friend to rescue.  He wished he could take Pidge’s zipline to her hangar, but he suspected the Castle wouldn’t let him and raced down the long way instead, running until he had a stitch in his side.

When he burst into the hangar, Pidge looked up, surprised, from where she was sitting on the floor working on something.  Lance dashed toward her and dove forward, sliding the last few feet on his knees while Pidge’s eyes widened and her hands came up to stop him.  He managed to get his arms around her anyway, knocking them both over into a pile of limbs on the floor.

“What the heck, Lance?” she asked disgruntledly, half squashed under him, “Get off!”

He pushed himself off the tiniest paladin, and righted himself, taking a deep breath in relief.  "Sorry.  Slav said I had to hug everyone in the castle in the next 10 minutes or the likelihood of all of us dying in a horrible accident went up by, like, 60%.  That’s more than half!“

"Lance, Slav is crazy,” Pidge grumbled, sitting up.  "You could have broken my new BLIP tech sensor!“

"Yeah, but he’s also a genius, so-”

“A crazy genius.  Did he even tell you why you had to hug us?  What could possibly have gone wrong that a hug would prevent?”

“That’s … actually a good question.”

“So why don’t you go ask him, and get out of my lab?”

Lance snorted.  "Yeah, fine.  I didn’t want to be in your crummy lab anyway.   I was just trying to save your life.  It’s not a big deal or anything.“

Pidge rolled her eyes, but Lance didn’t want to make a whole fight out of it, so he stormed off instead.

He hadn’t gone far in the other direction before Slav whipped around a corner and flung all eight of his arms around Lance.  "You forgot to hug me!” he exclaimed “That was almost a disaster!”

Lance wrapped his arms around Slav in return, heart skipping a beat.  "Oh no!  Did we make it in time?“

Slav thought for a minute, still clinging to the front of Lance’s armor.  "Yes, I think so.”

Lance sighed in relief again.  "Good.  Why’d I have to do that, anyway?“

"You’re blue!” Slav explained, staring intently at the blue V in front of his face, “Blue has a frequency of 606-668 terahertz!  Very protective frequency range.  Cancels out the waves of negative thoughts.”

“Wait - negative thoughts?”  Lance’s face fell.

“Yes.  I had been caught in a web of fear.  Shiro says I should not get caught up in fear, and I think he is right.  Makes too much negative energy.  Needs 606 terahertz to cancel it out.”

Lance groaned.

“Do not worry, Blue Paladin,” Slav said.  "You should only have to hug everyone a few times a week to keep them safe.  Maybe once a day if there are a lot of dangers for me to think about.“

Suddenly, "explaining later” seemed like a much harder task than it had before.  Maybe he should just walk around the castle with Slav attached to his front and let Slav explain instead.  The alien showed no sign of letting go any time soon, anyway.


My dad gave me a 2005 Furby for my birthday ♡

The first 3 photos are from him, when he bought the old furb and how he cleaned it.
Last picture is mine, the Furby has a new owner.

My dad told me that the original owner didnt use it that much, so is “new”, however their stomach sensor doesnt work, it might have something to do that is 12 years old. It gets sad when they glitches and I have to reset it, but is more sad when they want to play a game and I cant tickle it.

I tell them I love it a lot, and dance and hear their story.

Im happy, they is happy. Welcome home, Furby ♡

voltzage  asked:

How a sensor processes new information vs a intuitive. Ty love you blog.

Si: how does this compare with what I’ve experienced before?

Se: can I become part of this or act on it immediately?

Ni: what’s the underlining pattern to this / the future implications?

Ne: what are the immediate implications / the broader context?

Ti: does this seem logical / is it internally consistent?

Te: how can I use this information / is it supported by evidence?

Fi: is this right or wrong / does it fit with who I am?

Fe: is this moral and just / how does this impact others?

- ENFP Mod

Kidge Week Day 7 ~ Warmth

“I hate being separated from the others, “ Pidge said, eyes not moving from the holoscreen in front of her.

“I’m not exactly fond of it either, but we’re just going to have to wait until this solar storm lets up a little,” Keith put in, scanning the read-out on the control panel. “It’s just dumb luck that we got caught up in it.”

Pidge laughed. “More or less. But the good news is the new, long-range sensors are working without a hitch. One of my better jobs, if I do say so myself.”

“Modest as always.”

“Hey, the first time you pick up some Galra activity while you’re still out of range of their sensors you’ll thank me,” Pidge huffed, but with a smile that was audible.

“And this had to be tested on my Lion because…?”

“Because she’s the fastest, of course.” Keith could see the eyeroll when he glanced Pidge’s way. “In case it didn’t work as well as I hoped and we got caught out Red had the best chance of getting away. Allura has already said she wants the new sensors fitted on both of our Lions, since they have the necessary speed.”

Keith grinned. “That’ll please Lance to no end.”

“Yeah, well, neither of us has that awesome sonar trick that Blue can pull, so he needs to get over it. Besides,” she continued, shutting down the holoscreen and rising to her feet, “he won’t argue if we’re able to use this to find Shiro.” The last words were spoken in a whisper.

Keith swallowed hard and was about to respond when a high pitched humming – like electronic feedback – passed through the communicators in their helmets. Pidge gasped and quickly pulled her helmet off, shaking her head to clear it. Keith reacted a little slower but also removed his headgear, cupping one hand over an ear as if to push the echo of the noise out of his head.

“I think that storm is getting worse,” Pidge finally said, checking the data from the sensors. “We might be -” The lights in the cockpit suddenly flickered, causing both of them to look up in alarm. “ - stuck here longer than expected.”

With a hum of agreement Keith worked the control panel, and one by one Red’s non-essential systems were shut down. “I think it’s a good idea to have as much power as possible funneled into the force field,” he said as the lights went off completely. “We don’t know how bad this might get and I’d rather not find out the hard way.”

There was enough ambient light from the stars and solar flares outside the Lion to see by, but only just barely. Pidge decided to err on the side of caution and sat against the wall behind the pilot’s chair, pulling her knees in close to her chest. It didn’t take very long for Keith to join her.

“It’s pretty boring sitting in that chair when there’s nothing to do,” he explained. His knee brushed against Pidge’s leg as he sat, legs crossed and neatly folded hands in his lap. “You, umm, you said something about using this long-range sensor to find Shiro,” Keith whispered after a long silence, his voice cracking on the last word. “How?”

“It’s calibrated for Galra technology,” Pidge replied, voice just as soft. “I’m hoping that with a little more research and some help from our Blade friends I’ll be able to refine it even more so that it can focus on the biological and technological combo that is Shiro’s arm.” She sniffed a little bit and then shivered. “It’s getting cold.”

“Yeah, I turned the temperature controls down to their minimum life support level.” Keith slid across the floor and opened a storage bin on the other side of the cockpit, pulling out a blanket. He got it wrapped around himself and then held out an arm.

Pidge took the hint and snuggled into his side, sighing as his arm brought the blanket around her back and a hand settled on her shoulder. “Do you always keep a blanket in your Lion? It’s not really a standard emergency supply, is it?”

Keith smiled slightly and tightened his hold. “Not standard, no, but I figured it couldn’t hurt.” Red shook as a particularly strong flare from the storm lashed them. “I have all the regular stuff as well – food and water packs – in case we’re stuck for a little too long.” He looked down at the top of Pidge’s head. “Are you hungry?”

She shook her head. “No, just kind of tired. I… I haven’t been sleeping well since -”

“Me neither.”

Minutes went by with no sound except their breathing and the noise of the storm passing them by. Then, just when Keith thought she had fallen asleep, Pidge spoke again.

“You’re really warm,” she whispered, tucking her head more securely under his chin and sliding an arm around his waist.

He laughed weakly. “I think it’s the Galra influence. As far as I’ve been able to discover they have a higher body temperature than humans.”

“It’s nice,” Pidge said, voice trailing away. “I like it.”

She definitely fell asleep then; Keith could feel the deep, even rhythm of her breathing where she was pressed against his side. It was relaxing, and it wasn’t very long before he dozed off as well, head leaning to one side and his nose sinking into soft, honey brown hair.

And if his lips also made contact with that hair, well, that was nobody’s business but theirs.



This week I was fortunate enough to receive the brand new simplehuman Wide View Sensor Mirror
I had seen a link to this being shared around on Facebook and it instantly piqued my interest! Being a makeup artist, one of my pet hates is poor lighting when it comes to makeup application - particularly at night. So when I read the features of this mirror, I knew I just HAD to review it!!! 

I nearly snapped off the delivery mans arms when I hastily snatched this beauty from him a few days ago. In fact, I often find myself stood at the door mumbling briefly about the product to warrant my erratic excitement when he knocks - I’m sure he’s used to me by now. I hope! 

Anyway, let me give you a little overview as to why this mirror is magic: 
As you can see from the images above, it has 3 wide view panels that are adjustable so you can view it flat or curved. This means you are able to see yourself panoramically from any angle!
So when it comes to checking if my contouring is completely blended I need no longer crane my neck to see the sides of my face, I can now see both sides with ease. The mirror also tilts back and forth so you can adjust it for a more comfortable view. 
In between the three panels are 2 strips of light, known as the tru-lux light system. What makes this light-up mirror different from many others is that it simulates natural sunlight so you can get a true view of your makeup as if you were outside. More on this in a moment! 

Another key feature of the wide view mirror is that it has a built-in sensor. So as your face approaches the mirror the tru-lux light system automatically illuminates without the need to turn it on. Only once you move away does it turn itself off again. It’s a rechargeable device which gives you 3 weeks battery life. And this also means it’s cordless once charged, so yes, you can easily move it from room to room. 

There is more to the tru-lux lighting system that just a sensor and the ability to check your makeup in natural sunlight… It’s the first of it’s kind to be app-enabled!
As soon as it arrived I downloaded the free simplehuman app and wirelessly I was able to control my mirror! I think Tommy had more fun than I did, you know men love a gadget!
You can adjust not only the lighting, but the sensor timings AND set alarms - incase you get swept away in the moment and don’t realise it’s time to leave for work. To alert you the light starts to flash. Cool eh? 

This next part is what REALLY made me long for this mirror…
You can capture the ambient light from different locations using images from your PHONE. Yes.
You simply choose your desired photo - it could be your office, or your favourite restaurant even, and the mirror will mimic the colour temperature and intensity so you can check your makeup in the lighting of the venue before you even leave the house! Gobsmacked….? Tell me about it. 

I will be consciously snapping photos of my favourite places just so I can see my makeup in those lightings - just incase.  
The app is so simple to use. I put in my WiFi code upon request, enabled bluetooth on my phone, it then searched for my mirror and we were connected.

Here is a little snap shot of some foundation swatches in a typical lighting situation vs in front of the tru-lux light system: 

You can see the colours of the foundation in much more clarity. 

This is what the app looks like upon opening. You can see the name of the mirror, the battery life, and options to click on to access light modes, alarms, and sensor settings.

Here is the light modes page within the app. It contains some pre-set light modes: ‘natural light’ ‘candle light’, ‘restaurant’ and ‘cloudy day’. 
The first 5 symbols are pre-sets, and then you have the ‘plus’ button to add your own custom light settings. Below, you can manually adjust the brightness OR you can press auto brightness. 

The mirror itself is quite weighty and extremely sturdy, you can trust that it will not fall over and break. Although it’s a little weighty it’s still portable. You can see from the images above that it’s super slimline and fits beautifully on a dressing table, or even in the bathroom.

It’s ideal for me as I often teach 1-2-1 classes downstairs, and I have a filming room upstairs, so I can easily cart it back and forth. 

Here is a little mobile snap of me and my magic mirror:

The mirror retail prices are as follows:
£299.99 here in the UK
$400.00 in the US
€399.99 in the EU

It’s currently available on the UK & US sites, and will be available on the German & French websites by the end of the week!

If you have any questions feel free to ask!


Ezekiel Jones Appreciation Week | Day 6: Favorite Skill
↳ Technology (plus bonus handcuffs)

flipwizardmcgay  asked:

14 for tadashi and honey please?

(my personal headcanon for Honey’s real name is Esperanza. so in her head, she can switch and back and forth between the two names pretty well. takes place before the events of the movie.)


things you said after you kissed me

It’s late, it’s late, it’s so late, and even though most students at SFIT view sleep are a purely theoretical concept Honey can’t stop laughing because if she’s out of it, Tadashi is even more so. He’s usually so studious and grounded and now he’s been walking into walls and muttering about “new angles” and “sensor updates” and it’s so funny, like, everything is so funny right now. She’s sitting on his worktable, giggling in her sleeves as he’s surrounded by metal parts and wires and cables and his trademark SFIT ball cap is completely gone somewhere. 

Finally, even the dauntless Tadashi gives up and sort of slumps to one side, hitting the floor with a thud that he doesn’t even seem to register and Honey laughs harder. She can hear her mother’s voice in her head going, Esperanza, mijita linda, calm down, but her head feels like a balloon that’s slowly losing air. 

Tadashi looks up from his undignified sprawl on the floor and just sort of blinks at her, as if just realizing this new change in position. “This did not go as planned,” he says, completely dead serious and Honey can’t even laugh any more, she’s so tired. Tadashi sort of heaves himself into an upright position, clutching the table edge for support. Still giggling, Honey grabs him by the back of his t-shirt and hauls him upright, clutching his shoulders to steady him. He sort of sways and falters for a second and some part of Honey’s mind thinks dreamily, he has such nice shoulders and another part thinks, we need to get home, Mamá will be so worried and then somehow, as she supports him, she realizes he is right in front of her, close enough to see the darkening of his jaw and chin. His eyes are brown and warm, the color of good chocolate and the wild honey her abuelita used to put in the medicines she made when she was little and everyone called her Esperanza and the name Fred gave her is just as much a part of her and when did Tadashi get so close?

The room is very quiet. They might as well be the only two people in the world.

She’s not sure who moves first—maybe it’s him, maybe it’s her or both, it’s like gravity, inevitable and Honey’s always been a chemistry girl, but that’s what this feels like. Like the pull of the moon to the tide.

His mouth is warm and something rasps pleasantly against her skin, she likes it, likes the feeling and wants more of it. It occurs to her, distantly, that could be nothing but an exhaustion-induced delirium dream but in that moment, she does not care. Esperanza Ortega is not known for her self-restraint and neither is Honey Lemon, if this is a dream, she wants it to be a good one. 

His hands are large and they brace her back, they are steady and that’s one thing she’s going to love about Tadashi for always, that he keeps people steady. There is nothing steady about this kiss, it is unsure at first, then a question and an enthusiastic answer and wow, this work table is really cold and hard against her back and something is digging into her spine. She must make a sound indicating this, because Tadashi pulls back but doesn’t let go, he looks as dazed and as dream drunk as she feels. 

“Oh,” he says and lets go enough for her sit up but stays in front of her, still holding on to the table like he’s going to fall. “I wanted to take you out to dinner before I did that,” he tells her and one more punch drunk laugh escapes her.

“You still can,” she assures him, brushing one knuckle gently across the circles under his eyes. “After we get some sleep though.”  

“Sleep,” he groans, slumping forward again, this time his head lands on her shoulder. She muffles her laugh into his t-shirt and says, “I’ll take the trolley with you home.“ 

Somehow they make it off campus. Somehow Tadashi insists on seeing her home first and when she collapses into bed, dimly registering to kick off her shoes, she dreams of oceans and the tide and warmth, soothing and steady. 

damnitatreyuusethecoupon  asked:

Me again!!! This one only involves Nick and Hancock. Sole figures out a way to turn Hancock back to normal (how would he look and react to that), and Sole tells Nick he can transfer his memories into a Gen 3 synth.

Hybrid Art/reaction prompt! :D This took me longer than I thought it was going to but oh well <3

Hancock: Sole approached him one day with a drug they had found in one of the abandoned medical facilities. Apparently a lone researcher had locked himself up, trying to reverse the effects of his ghoulification before he went feral. Unfortunately, the researcher ran out of time just as he perfected the serum. Sole mercy killed him.

“Hey Hancock, I got something here. It will turn you back to a human, like before your trip” Sole approached him one day.

Hancock stared at the drug in her hand. Did he even want to turn back? Back to when he was a miserable fool that had let down all those people? Could he stand to look at that face again? He was afraid. But Sole looked at him with those expectant, glowing eyes. How could he say no?

Eventually Sole persuaded him to travel with them to an abandoned building out of Concord. In case the serum didn’t work, they needed to be away from people. Hancock tentatively took the drug in his hand.

“Hang on doll, I need to do this by myself” he said, and shut the door to the bathroom. Light poured in through the small window.

Hancock took a deep breath and injected himself. First came the pain. Tendons and muscles repaired themselves after years of damage. It felt like liquid fire but he dared not scream for fear of worrying Sole. After what felt like an eternity, he grabbed his head groaning. Hair. His hair. And face! His cheeks were once again soft! Stumbling, he braced himself on a stray sink and slowly mustered the courage to look up:

“My….face” he murmured. He looked into the face of the man who had run away all those years ago. Although it was him, it didn’t seem like him. It was a memory of himself he thought he had forgotten. Was this the right decision?

Nick Valentine: Sole bounded up to Nick one day with an absolutely elated expression on their face. Nick was just sitting down, smoking a cigarette at his office in Diamond City.

“Nick! We found you a gen-3! I really think you’re going to like this one. Oh please come and check it out!” Sole begged.

Nick put down his newspaper. He was fine with his body. The Institute may have been experimenting with his body, but they had fitted him with the best mind of the pre-war world. He didn’t need anything else. But Sole wanted so dearly to give him a face that people wouldn’t question. They were sick of people judging Nick the second they saw his metal vestiges.

And so Nick accompanied Sole to the Memory Den in Goodneighbor. Dr. Amari showed them the way down to a pod where a middle-aged gen-3 synth lay dormant. Well… it wasn’t bad. Sole begged him to try it out, saying that he could always switch back if he didn’t like it. It didn’t seem like much harm so Nick climbed into the pod to try out this new body.

When he awoke, he touched his right hand, then face. Skin. So long it had been since he had felt skin on his parts. When he stood up, Sole squealed in excitement.

Nick chuckled, “Hold on there kid, don’t get too attached to this body just yet.”

They thanked Dr. Amari and left for Nick’s trial period. Nick was already liking it. He felt warmer; a result of the synthetic blood cells rushing through his body. His flesh felt less metallic, and he wondered what Sole would feel like under his new sensors. Shaking off the thought, Nick leaned up against a brick wall after they left the Memory Den and lit a cigarette. Even smoking felt better. Sole tentatively leaned forward on their toes,

“So… how do you like it?” They asked. “Is it similar to how you used to look?”

“heh, I was better looking before” Nick chuckled.

Suomen ilmavoimat Hornets

The Finnish Air Force (Suomen ilmavoimat) ordered 64 F-18C/Ds (57 C models, seven D models). Finland upgraded its fleet of F-18s with new avionics, including helmet mounted sights (HMS), new cockpit displays, sensors and standard NATO data link.
Kitchen - DP

Someone asked for some angst. I needed to get into practice writing again. Child is sick… so it made for a good day to try. Here you go.

Maddie sat at the kitchen table, stirring her soup with one hand. The spoon made a sharp clink clink clink against the bowl’s sides. Her eyes stayed fixed on the other side of the table. To her right was the empty seat her daughter would have sat in before she went off to college. To her left was her husband, obliviously slurping away at his soup loudly enough that the new neighbors were likely to come knocking to tell them to keep it down.

Across the table sat Danny. The boy wasn’t even bothering to pretend to eat his supper. His soup steamed into the cool kitchen air as he folded his arms over his chest, leaned back in his seat, and stared at her. It wasn’t a glare, but there was definitely nothing happy about the expression on his face.

He shivered. Something luminescent curled up in the backs of his eyes and his expression turned to something else. He opened his mouth to say something - another excuse, another story, another lie…

Maddie’s lips thinned.

Danny’s mouth closed. He slumped down a little further, barely repressing another shiver.

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anonymous asked:

I was wondering, as you have experience with CGMs and pumps, how you avoid hitting the sites and pulling them off? I've had 2 new freestyle libre sensors put in and both of them have caught on a door and been pulled off, and I really don't it want it to happen again. Thanks!

Hi! This is something I’m trying to figure out myself, as my sites rip out in my sleep far more often than they should. I’m going to try some of the different types of grips/stickers, and will make a post with my reviews and recommendations! Right now, my best guess would be that for the freestyle libre sensor (though I don’t have experience with this type of sensor), you’ll want something like this or that completely covers it. I hope this helps!

Best of luck,


anonymous asked:

Imagine Peggy and Howling Commandos finding Bucky after 30 years since his "death" and rescuing him.

The sooner Peggy gets this done, the sooner she can go home to Gabe and their children. This is the last HYDRA cell, or so she’s been led to believe. It is fairly abandoned, barely guarded, and truthfully, she doesn’t know why she’s here.

“We found a secret room,” says Fury, a promising new agent who Peggy has been keeping an eye on. “Would have missed it too, without these new thermal sensors. Open it up, Commander?”

“Don’t wait on my account,” Peggy says. There are filing cabinets that have been pushed over in someone’s haste to empty them. Concerning, frustrating, but not unexpected. Chances are, this room will be emptied as well.


Fury sounds flustered. Peggy looks up from an upturned box, and her world stops.

Little glimpses of dreams and lives he can’t have lived flit behind his eyelids, which are too heavy to move though he can pull a trigger, stop a man with his fist, walk until his shoes wear through.

Through this, sound filters. He hears with ears that are waterlogged, frozen, and wishes to contribute to noise, though his throat is just as waterlogged and frozen.

Someone’s hand on his. He wishes he could squeeze as tightly.

In his life, Jim’s seen too much. He’d thought, maybe hoped, that he was too old for those horrors now. But, now he’s pushing sixty, and here’s one more thing.

“Is he all right?” he asks Peggy, who watches stonily while the doctors attend. Bucky Barnes lies like a corpse, eyelashes crusted with frost and skin blue.

“I don’t know, Jim,” Peggy says. “But he is alive.”

“Peg,” Gabe says, puts his arm around her. She leans into his touch, and something in her composure breaks.

On the table, Bucky, who is alive, who was alive this whole time and nobody knew, begins to stir.

“Who are you,” Bucky asks. His voice is quiet, he’s so much quieter than Jim remembers. So still and blank. Jim swallows before he answers.

“I’m Jim Morita. We fought together in the war.”

Bucky’s brow furrows, and he opens his mouth before shutting it again. He has a million questions he won’t ask, either out of fear or forgetfulness. Jim wants to give him answers.

Bucky’s room is sparsely decorated. There is a shelf full of books, some titles of which Jim remembers Bucky practically devouring on long nights in the field. Bucky doesn’t read now; he spends most of his time looking out the window, at something that’s not there.

Jim brings Stranger in a Strange Land, The Foundation Trilogy and ‘Salem’s Lot, remembering the creased and folded paperbacks with aliens and ghouls Bucky liked in the war. Bucky looks at the books, and up at Jim.

“You’ve read those ones,” Jim says, gesturing to the shelf which remains untouched. “Thought you might like to try something new.”

Bucky picks up the Heinlein, opens it to the first page. The next day Jim visits he’s engrossed in ‘Salem’s Lot.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t have seen before,” Peggy says. Bucky Barnes, in the security of a place removed from SHIELD, has given her a handwritten list of HYDRA personnel, all embedded in her agency. Dates, places, and people all match up. After a fog that lasted months, Bucky’s recall has come back, sharp as ever. “I’m sorry I didn’t search for you longer.”

“It’s been thirty years,” Bucky says with a wan smile, and opens his notebook automatically while his left hand twitches out a few lines of shorthand. He’s writing a book, poems or a journal. Peggy is never sure.

“I will do this for you,” she vows. “It’s going to be a big job.”

(a catlad au starter for jaonvsthecrowbar)

Tim gulped from where he was perched on the edge of a five story building across from the Gotham City Museum. Taking a deep breath, he slowly scanned the area; relishing the last few moments before committing his first solo crime. He stood tall, fingers drumming against his thighs in nervous anticipation. He shut his eyes and gave himself moment to simply feel. To feel the wind hitting his flushed cheeks, the concrete building trembling beneath him, and to feel his legs tense as they readied themselves for action. When his eyes opened again, he leapt, letting his body fall through the air with almost careless abandon.

A few seconds later, he landed softly on the roof of the museum and ran over to the skylight. After quickly setting up his rope and gear, he unlocked a panel and lowered himself to the ground. Being careful not to set off any alarms, Tim quickly glanced around.

‘Basic security system. Not many triggers. Have to be careful once I get closer to the displays, though.’ He paused upon noticing a small red light in the corner of his eye. ‘Two cameras to the left and three on my right,’ he thought as he smirked and stared straight into one. It wasn’t as if he needed to hide anyway. Behind the mask and goggles, no one knew who Stray was. No one outside of Catwoman and the teen himself, of course.

After locating his target-a nearly priceless ancient jewel that was recently recovered after being lost for centuries- he ran over to it, being sure to jump over or disable any triggers he noticed. Tim let out a small sigh of relief. As he reached out to remove the glass the jewel was protected by, a loud, blaring alarm rang throughout the building. Panicked, Stray glanced around to find what set off the alarms. 

Shit,” he cursed angrily after spotting the two small round sensors on either side of the long glass columns. “Now?! They chose now to install new motion sensors. Just my luck,” he grumbled angrily. Having decided not to spend his time whining and waiting for the authorities to catch him, Tim hurriedly smashed the glass and grabbed the jewel. He ran back over to the rope to quickly make his escape.

INTJ and iNtuition

I read a lot about iNtuition and how it jumps to conclusions and doesn’t really have any evidence to back it up. It’s a completely new idea that fed off of nothing. And then I read about sensing and how it goes back into the database and gets information from what has been to apply to the now. I’m not sure about sensing but iNtuition, for me, doesn’t work quite like I’ve read. In a situation I cannot have a theory on the subject just pop out of nowhere. I have to have knowledge in my database from the past to be able to jump to a conclusion or theory. INTJ’s read a lot and love to learn so they have a lot of knowledge in their database. Their iNtuitive leaps do have previous knowledge to stand on. It’s not just something that was pulled out of thin air. Ever. I know it is a process that happens behind the scenes so people don’t understand it as well as sensing, but it has a reputation for being able to just come up with something with no previous knowledge. So when I read that sensors go back into their database to pull on previous knowledge to apply to the situation at hand I think that is me when really it’s not quite the same. I think yes, of course I go back into my knowledge database to get information. You always have to have a reason to think something. Even if it is not exactly what I think I have to have knowledge relating somewhat to the subject to feed off of. Even if I have knowledge about a similar subject or situation I can plug that into my brain waves, analyze it and the situation at hand, and come up with a solution that might seem out of the blue, but really it fed off of something I already knew about. Mind you this is not a slow process. This happens in milliseconds. 

I read another post a while back on how INTJ’s store information with abstract tags. Each tag has a certain feel to it and is instantly recognized when pulled from the depths of our brains. So when I pull on past knowledge to use for my iNtuition to stand upon I only pull the tag and it’s feel. The whole thought does not register in my conscious mind. My unconscious reads it and gives me an interpretation of it and how it should be used to give me a new answer to the problem at hand.  

I guess the point I’m trying to make is iNtuition does not come out of thin air. It, too, pulls on past knowledge. Just not in the same way as sensors do. They are similar processes but with iNtuition we pull on the information to give us knowledge about the subject to come up with a new solution. That is the iNtuitive leap, the new solution. For sensors they pull on past knowledge to apply to knowledge directly as it was the last time. It can be a modified application, but it is as similar to the previous solution as possible. 

I have had a hard time understanding these two functions and I think I have finally figured out the differences. These are just my thoughts on how it works. I do not have anything to go off of except my own brain process so if anyone else has anything they’d like to add feel free. I’d like to hear how other people, mainly dominant Ni but anyone is welcome to give their educated opinion, interpret how the Ni works.


The Unreal Paris Virtual Tour

Tour a modern, fully furnished Parisian apartment with Unreal Engine 4 in this promotional video for the game engine. The tour itself has you look around the sleek and stylish pad, which is used as an opportunity to show off the impressive natural lighting and material surface effects from version 4 of the Unreal Engine series.

One thing to note however is that there was almost no interaction with objects save the opening and closing of a door, which otherwise could have been used as a demonstration of how the engine holds up with objects in closer range against a backdrop.

The video is very impressive none the less, and who knows, this could very well be the way we tour apartments in the future, especially so with new VR and motion sensor tech making leaps and bounds - a prospect which has it’s own pro’s and cons.

Find the tour video here.