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2023.06.07 07:01 4ShotBot My Roommate is Slenderman: Finale/Epilogue
Part 26: https://www.reddit.com/Viidith22/comments/141nvay/my_roommate_is_slenderman_part_26/
(Terry)
I awoke an hour later, brain pulsing. I was in the back of the van laying on the floor, “The prodigal son returns, welcome back you crazy son of a bitch!” Tucker laughed.
“Took on a god face to face. Pretty sure the only one with bigger balls than that would be Abraham. Though, balls didn’t save you.” Doc said, looking up from his book.
“Took the last core I had, but at least I can say I’ve killed a god now.” Tucker snickered with a smirk.
“Concentrated light, can’t say it’s what I would have thought of, but it was effective.”
“Yeah, wasn’t effective portably until we came across some anti-matter from a crashed–”
“What?” I tried sitting up but failed.
“Right.” He stood, propping up the left row of seats, and pulled out a black case. Flicking it up he aimed it down at me, “Anti-matter annihilation laser. Think you can piece it together.” There were about five lenses that each shrunk, narrowing the barrel to a tip. Everything but the lenses was coated in a vanta black paint, “Each lens reduces the energy state while also–”
“I couldn’t give less fucks if I pulled them out of Doc’s patients. You killed him with that thing?”
“Yup, his head’s probably gettin' breathed in from the wildlife out here.” He clicked the case shut, put it back in place, and sat.
“And the data is intact?”
There was a brief pause, “While it is, I feel it’s important to be more concerned about yourself. You have major skull fractures, a concussion, you’re missing your face flesh, your back had to be clotted to avoid you bleeding out, and you are severely low on blood. You should be sleeping right now.”
“I just, I had to know.”
“Knowing you, you’ll be back on your feet in–”
I passed out again before he finished talking.
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When I awoke, I was on my bed, Sepratine was applying herbs to my face, “Ho–”
“16 hours, Doctor Sadist and Rachel are busy. You really ought to be more cautious, this isn’t one of your video games.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind. You heard from Jones?”
“No, apparently he passed out at the wheel after he parked. The Sadist said they’d be out for a while. He’s having Rachel look them over once she finishes a project she’s working on.”
“Shouldn’t you be helping her?”
She put her mortar down and sighed, “Flip onto your side, I need to replace the bandages on your back, then you need to eat.”
She finished tending to me in silence, then went to cook. The whole time, I just wanted to get up and finish everything. But even if I did, the data wasn’t fully recovered until it was sifted through. So I resigned to wait until the detective got back to me.
Sepratine came back a while later with a plate toppling over itself and a glass of water. Not to get too detailed, but both were empty in a matter of… 30 seconds or so? “Now get back to sleep. Your face should be back to normal in another day, and your skull is still fusing back together.”
“Let me know when Jones has the info.” She stood, taking my plate and cup.
“Someone will I’m sure. Get some rest, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t. You were reckless enough… Whatever, goodbye.”
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When I came to again, my face was dry, the medicine Sepratine had put on felt like a cracked desert, leaving a green crust behind. I stood, heading to the bathroom to wash my face. I took my meds, then removed the bandages from my back. Heading back to my room, I grabbed my phone, seeing several missed calls and texts. I immediately opened the message from Jones.
Call me when you wake up, I’ve got it, you’re not gonna believe where it is.
The phone rang four times, “Eh? Terry, that you?” He yawned.
“Yeah, what’s the deal?”
“You remember when you first met me?”
“No.”
“Well, I was headed to a town down in southeastern Oregon, one that wasn’t on any maps. And you’re not gonna believe this shit, but Tenyit Lane, the place I went, that’s where he’s being held.”
“So you know where I need to go?”
“Yeah, the place is a hot zone for organizations. There’re at least seven that I’ve recorded since I first went, and that’s not including–”
“And?”
“Well, point is, there’s security everywhere, people are gonna be everywhere, and the police and government officials are gonna be too busy counting bodies to care about one missing person.”
“Send me the coordinates.” I took a picture of my wall, putting the phone back against my ear.
“I’ll do you one better, I still have an old map to the place, I’ll send it over.”
“I don’t care what you say, I am paying you after this.”
I was already out the door, wearing nothing but a hoodie and sweatpants. I started the car, threw on EDM, and headed down to find Joseph.
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A grey smoke rose in the night air above the town. I had a good ten miles left on the empty road before getting to the one stop on the entire strip. As I climbed the mountain, I turned my windshield wipers up more and more. The road was coated in a light crust of white, the speckles dropping ever so carefully in the light wind.
As I rounded a bend, I saw a flicker of headlights through the pine trees. Rounding the next one, I saw the lights again, this time coming around their own turn, before heading in my direction. The snow picked up as I met the gaze of the other driver, it was her.
I screeched to a stop, whipping a U-turn that nearly sent me into the rails. I stopped, having noticed her car was pulled over to the railing too. I jumped out of my car, running over to her, and grasping her in my arms, “I thought I’d killed you Tresca!”
Setting her down, my brain fully processed its surroundings. The person in front of me was Joseph, he was a bit shocked, but the rest of him reminded me of how he looked when we first met, “I-I’m sorry, I just–”
“Look, Terry. Honestly, it’s great to see you, great to have clear evidence I’m not crazy, great to know all those fun ass memories at the apartment were real. But…”
“I’m just so glad you’re okay.”
He smirked, but his eyes were hollow, “Yeah, okay…”
“I mean, you’re alive though!”
“Terry, this isn’t going to work.” He looked up, “I can’t ignore what you said when you saw me.” He looked back at me, nervous, “I read up on you, it was intrusive, and I’m sorry for that, but I can’t keep being a replacement. I need to live my own life, I need to get away from all this, I…” His eyes filled, but refused to streak, “I want to live a life away from all of this. I know a normal life isn’t really an option anymore. But I still wanna do what I can.”
“You… read my files?” I glanced at my phone, thinking about the picture I’d taken before leaving, “Which ones?”
“Your old life, hers too. Once I got ahold of my files, I decided to do some digging. I was me, but not I guess, I had to get an understanding of who the people I used to know were. I know about Tresca, I remember your conversation with Maerod.”
“I…”
He waited for a while, a few cars flew by us before he took the rope, “I will never regret the time we had. We had fun, we had some adventures and even a few emotional tipping points. Without you and everyone else, I’d probably have a slab of a ruck on top of me now. I don’t feel like dying anymore, but I also don’t feel like living. I’m sorry, but… I need to find my life out there.” He threw his arm up, gesturing around, “But if I stay with you, I’ll never get that chance.”
I tried to maintain myself, for seemingly the first time, taking Joseph as a person in. His overgrown brown hair, his blue eyes, broad shoulders, bland outfit. “You look different from before.”
“I feel different.” He shot a breath out his nose.
I staggered, “Let me grab something from my car before you go. You mind coming with?”
He nodded, gazing up at the grey sky. Several more cars flew past us as we made our way to mine. When we got there, I pulled out a small bag,
I reached into my car, pulling out the contract, “This was the guy that placed a hit on your wife. He’s dead now.”
A car flew by, lighting up his face to reveal his frozen face, “Y-you mean it? Who killed him?” He snatched the paper from my hand, looking over the entire sheet.
“The detective put on her case, the original guy is my understanding. Goes by Jones, he’s a P.I. now.”
“Really? Where is he?”
I cleared my throat, “You su–”
“Positive, where is he?”
I rubbed my arm, but looking at his hopeful face, I caved, “Apex Investigation Office, downtown Albany.”
He hugged me, “Thank you… Seriously, this…” He cried into my stomach for a time before pulling back and recomposing himself. Rubbing his nose dry, he turned around.
“Wait!”
He stopped, turning his head to me, “Yeah?”
I held onto my phone, debating to show him the picture or not. We stood still as two more cars flew by, followed by one with sirens. I pushed my phone back into my pocket, “Where are you going?”
He turned back to his car, holding up the contract, “To repay a debt. You’ll get yours too one of these days.”
Sitting in his car, he drove off without another word.
I sat in mine, pulling the phone from my pocket, and opened the gallery. I had one recent picture, it was one of the walls in my room, one with several posters. All of which were had drawn anime style portraits of Tresca. “Maybe Abraham was right, and maybe, Joseph has the right idea too.”
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(Joseph)
Epilogue:
I dried my face as I left him behind, unsure of what to do first. I sat with music blasting for the first hour, mind flashing through the events like a slideshow. When I eventually came across a convenience store. It was a 24/7 place, the kind that had hot dogs on the roller for days at a time, and the only people that worked there couldn’t get a job anywhere else.
I pulled into a parking space and picked my phone off the passenger seat. I’d already decided I’d go to the detective’s place last. But I’d never been to Rachel’s before, and I didn’t remember her phone number. “What if I?”
I dialed a number, letting it ring a good five times when “Chad’s Cads how can I help you?”
“God, tell me that isn’t the name of your shop.”
“Joseph? Is that you bro?”
“Yeah, it’s been a while, good to hear from you.”
“Where the hell have you been man!? Terry’s out look–”
“It’s all sorted now. I don’t mean to be callous, I promise I’ll catch you up to speed later. But do you have Rachel’s number?”
“Oh, yeah. Everything good dude?”
“Yeah, she apparently told Terry to have me see her when he found me, so…”
“Oh for sure.”
“So can you send me her number?”
“Oh right, yeah. Good luck bro, come by when you have time. I wanna see how strong you are.”
“Sounds good Chad.” I hung up, smiling. A minute or so later, I had her number.
“Joseph?” Her voice was smooth.
“Hey Rachel I…”
“Chad messaged me.”
“Gotcha, Terry said you wanted to see me?”
“Yes, there’s a lot you need to know biologically if you want to pass for human.”
I sighed, rubbing my side, “Where should I meet you?”
“I’ll send you the location, Sepratine will be here too.”
“Oh, yaaaaaay.” She was alright, but she always had a whole bag of chips on her shoulder.
“See you soon. Oh, and did you happen to feel an aching in your right side at any point?”
“More than you know.”
“How frequently?”“Well, I was starved for a few days at one point, aside from that though I’d say a couple times a week if not more?”
“...Was that the entire time you were gone?”
“Not entirely sure, the first month or so is still kind of hazy, but since I was moved into town yeah.”
“...Okay, just… See you when you arrive.” Click
“I thought Doc was supposed to be the cryptic one of the bunch,” I smirked, a tear forming in my eye. “Goddamnit.” I wiped it, clicking the address she’d sent me, and heading on my way. Only after I picked up some gas station food.
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“Oh my.”
“It’s me.” I did jazz hands, wearing a faux smile.
“Your soul is much… larger than I anticipated. Come inside, I’m sure you’re hungry.”
A whiff of cedar and sweetgrass slapped me in the face, “Wow, that’s… pungent.”
“Apologies, my sense of smell isn’t very strong, and Sepratine is….”She took a sharp intake of breath, closing the door behind me.
Looking around, the house seemed pretty standard, aside from the greenhouse in the living room, “So uh, what’s this you got goin here?”
“Take your shoes off please,” She did the same, “Creating chemicals from what’s in the air is taxing, it’s more convenient to just have the plants you need on hand.” She headed toward a door down the hall, “My equipment is downstairs.” She opened the door and I followed.
The air was a solid 80 or so, with humidity so thick it was like snorkeling, pollen so strong it activated allergies I hadn’t had since I was five. “Quite the quaint home you have here.”
“Oh right, sorry again.”
“No, you’re good, I’m just gonna need a few boxes of tissues is all.”
“Oh Jo–Joseph, my gods, you’re… wow. Different is a word, what happened to your soul?” Sepratine was turned to us, standing in front of a table with apparently every plant unknown to man of it.
“That’s kinda why I’m here.”
“Oh right, don’t mind me, just running a few experiments, Rachel has the perfect climate down here for a few plants.”
“Alright Joseph, hop on the bed.” Rachel stood in front of a wooden table, I couldn’t help but notice vials and jars stacked neatly on a counter that circled half the room, as well as a set of tables that held assorted plants with different lights hovering over them.
I sat on the table, “You need me to turn my head and cough?”
“No, first I need you to eat. It’ll be easier if you’re digesting food.”
She headed to a small closed-off area, then came back, plate in hand. Mostly just leafy greens. Maybe some kind of bean too?
“Go ahead, this should pass through you at just the right speed for me to catch it.” She turned, heading to another room, “Oh right, when you’re done I’ll need you to take off your shirt and lie down.” Then she headed through a door.
A few minutes passed and I finished the salad. Putting my plate on an open section of a counter and throwing my shirt to the side, I laid down, “Sepratine, you know anything about Vampirism?”
“Only rumors, they’re rare, so you’re the only one I’ve met.”
“Rarer than what you are?”
“Dryads are uncommon for sure. But given my personal experience, I’d say you’re one of a kind.”
“Awwwe, thank you.” I said sarcastically, “But is that all? They’re rare?”
“You’re here for Rachel because they’re rare. She’s met something like five, even got to do a lab experiment on one of them, saw how their stem reacted to stimulus. She’s the closest thing to an expert I can think of.”
Rachel made her entrance with the smack of the door on the wall, “Alright, don’t worry Joseph, I’m not going to cut you open today, I just want to see how large your stem has gotten. Based on your soul, you might be around half to ¾ vampire. But the only way to tell for sure is to see the size of your stem.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask, but everyone else I’ve met who knows about it has been a psychopath. What’s a stem?”
“Oh, kind of like a parasite is my current understanding.” She picked up a large metal plate, pressed it against my stomach, and used a metal rod to probe my right side.
“Come again?”
“Well… it’s more like a symbiotic relationship? Consider it another organ, only it’s wrapped around a portion of your large intestine. A full vampire has them fused, and it becomes an addition. But a partial, you can still see where they are two entities.”
“So you can cure me?”
She scoffed, “No.” Putting the plate and rod away, she pulled out a roundish object and squeezed some kind of gel onto the end before rubbing it against my right side. “If it’s removed, both entities die. You’re a symbiote now, you each rely on each other. In return for giving it nutrients, it gives you cells that allow you to regenerate anything short of half or more of it. They’re akin to stem cells, but enhanced. It extracts your DNA and replicates what it needs to to keep you alive for as long as possible. That’s the working theory I currently have anyway.”
“So I have a parasite in me?”
“A symbiote, you two aid each other, there are only benefits for each of you. Not to mention the enhanced soul… which I’m not entirely sure what causes that yet. Though the more vampirized you are, the more spiritual power a vampire seems to have. Considering that’s how it’s been with the last five, it’s only an assumption. But if that is the case, I am curious about the correlation.” She put the device down, handing me a towel, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to see the images I got back. Time to see how far along you are.”
Patting me on the stomach, she walked out of sight, and I wiped my side down. Sitting up, I hopped off the table, picked up my shirt, throwing it back on. Then, it was dark.
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My eyes shot open, I was upright on the hardwood table, eyes darting around for the threat.
“Relaaaax, you’re fine.” Rachel and Sepratine stood beside me, and I loosened up, wired as hell.
Standing, I regained my balance, “Which one of you knocked me out?”
“Neither.” Rachel said, offended, “You fainted, you had several nutrient deficiencies, and call me crazy, but I don’t think you were willing to hear what I had to say.”
I mulled it over, a burst of panic surging when I thought about the thing inside me. But I managed to push it back into its little jar. Which I promptly placed back on the shelf with the rest of my emotions. “I’m fine.”
“Yes, now. But I have to be honest with you, the ultrasound came back more worrying than I expected. You’re only about ¼ so far. Your soul is far larger than any of my calculations suggested.”
“Right on.”
“Joseph, you have far more potential than I expected. While I advise safety, occasionally fasting may build up your soul to around as strong as Smudge.”
“Cool beans.”
“The issue is that you have an extremely high-functioning stem. You’ll need extremely nutrient-dense foods with extremely specific nutrients to maintain yourself as you are, let alone grow stronger. I’ll have what you need, but if you don’t want to go on a killing spree every few days, you’ll need an extremely strict diet.”
“How much is that gonna run me?”
She sighed, rubbing her eyes, “Quite frankly, I’ll charge you what it costs me. I don’t want you going on a murder frenzy. You’re my friend, but that’d also guarantee your death. As not only an alchemist, but a scientist, I can’t allow that. I’ll charge you at the end of each month. How does that sound?”
“Cool, do you have an estimate?”
“Joseph I feel you are hearing me but not listening.”
“No, I’ve got it.”
“This will be in the ballpark of 1500 dollars a month, and that’s alongside normal meals. Which should help you not only maintain but build up. The pain will feel like you’re being digested if you get to the point of dangerous starvation. Now, repeat everything I just said back to you.”
When I did from start to finish, she rubbed her face, “Alright, you can pick up your supply weekly from here. For now, though, I have something that should hold you over until next Friday, when I’ll have the actual supplies.”
She helped load a few milk crates into my overstuffed car, and when I went to start my car, she gestured for me to roll the window down. “Yes?”
“There are places you can get help you know?”
“I think I can handle the vampirism thing.”
“Joseph…” She stared at me, tugging at my bucket of guilt, tipping it ever so slightly.
“I’ll be fine. Thank you Rachel.” I flicked the button up and the window went with it as I pulled out of her driveway in the suburbs of West Salem.
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“Joseph?” The familiar guy behind a desk just across from me stared, eye agape.
“D-Detective? What uh… what happened to your erm… you?”
“Long story. What happened to you?”
“Long story.”
He chuckled, “Guess you were in that town for a while. What are you doing here?”
I held up the contract, “I’ve got a debt I needa pay.”
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Author’s Note:
Hey guys, 4Shot speaking. Holy FUCK guys. This has been my longest-running series, it’s been 3.5 years in the making. Hell, it was the series that got me into this whole writing shebang. It feels weird to be saying goodbye to Joseph, given this series has been with me since the start. I’ve seen my ups alongside this story, and those who read or listened to the poker scene in my detective series will know I’ve had my downs.
Though, it’s not exactly the end. I have one final series I’ll be writing to wrap everything up. Those who have followed my first three may notice a trend. And yes, the final series will be a continuation of Jones’ tale. It’s been a long time coming, and I hope to complete it before february, which is when I’ll be taking an extended hiatus. I’ll be back, but I have some things I want to do first. This entire unraveling story will have been a part of my life for over 4 years by then, something like that is hard to just let go, and I have some life I wanna experience. So I may be gone for around 6 months to a year when I’ve finished the Detective’s story.
I’m glad so many of you have enjoyed my stories. I honestly never expected to go anywhere with any of this, thought I’d give this series up around part 3, and writing would just be another dead hobby of mine. But here we are. Honestly, there are a lot of people to thank, but the main people are my boy TeeStache who got me into writing, NaturesTemper who picked up my terrible rough draft of this series, and Viidith who first found my detective series and asked to narrate it, and proceeded to narrate my Lighthouse series.
It’s been a crazy ride out there, and I only intend to make it crazier in the future. Thanks again guys, cheers.
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(Terry)
I awoke an hour later, brain pulsing. I was in the back of the van laying on the floor, “The prodigal son returns, welcome back you crazy son of a bitch!” Tucker laughed.
“Took on a god face to face. Pretty sure the only one with bigger balls than that would be Abraham. Though, balls didn’t save you.” Doc said, looking up from his book.
“Took the last core I had, but at least I can say I’ve killed a god now.” Tucker snickered with a smirk.
“Concentrated light, can’t say it’s what I would have thought of, but it was effective.”
“Yeah, wasn’t effective portably until we came across some anti-matter from a crashed–”
“What?” I tried sitting up but failed.
“Right.” He stood, propping up the left row of seats, and pulled out a black case. Flicking it up he aimed it down at me, “Anti-matter annihilation laser. Think you can piece it together.” There were about five lenses that each shrunk, narrowing the barrel to a tip. Everything but the lenses was coated in a vanta black paint, “Each lens reduces the energy state while also–”
“I couldn’t give less fucks if I pulled them out of Doc’s patients. You killed him with that thing?”
“Yup, his head’s probably gettin' breathed in from the wildlife out here.” He clicked the case shut, put it back in place, and sat.
“And the data is intact?”
There was a brief pause, “While it is, I feel it’s important to be more concerned about yourself. You have major skull fractures, a concussion, you’re missing your face flesh, your back had to be clotted to avoid you bleeding out, and you are severely low on blood. You should be sleeping right now.”
“I just, I had to know.”
“Knowing you, you’ll be back on your feet in–”
I passed out again before he finished talking.
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When I awoke, I was on my bed, Sepratine was applying herbs to my face, “Ho–”
“16 hours, Doctor Sadist and Rachel are busy. You really ought to be more cautious, this isn’t one of your video games.”
“Yeah, I’ll keep that in mind. You heard from Jones?”
“No, apparently he passed out at the wheel after he parked. The Sadist said they’d be out for a while. He’s having Rachel look them over once she finishes a project she’s working on.”
“Shouldn’t you be helping her?”
She put her mortar down and sighed, “Flip onto your side, I need to replace the bandages on your back, then you need to eat.”
She finished tending to me in silence, then went to cook. The whole time, I just wanted to get up and finish everything. But even if I did, the data wasn’t fully recovered until it was sifted through. So I resigned to wait until the detective got back to me.
Sepratine came back a while later with a plate toppling over itself and a glass of water. Not to get too detailed, but both were empty in a matter of… 30 seconds or so? “Now get back to sleep. Your face should be back to normal in another day, and your skull is still fusing back together.”
“Let me know when Jones has the info.” She stood, taking my plate and cup.
“Someone will I’m sure. Get some rest, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t. You were reckless enough… Whatever, goodbye.”
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When I came to again, my face was dry, the medicine Sepratine had put on felt like a cracked desert, leaving a green crust behind. I stood, heading to the bathroom to wash my face. I took my meds, then removed the bandages from my back. Heading back to my room, I grabbed my phone, seeing several missed calls and texts. I immediately opened the message from Jones.
Call me when you wake up, I’ve got it, you’re not gonna believe where it is.
The phone rang four times, “Eh? Terry, that you?” He yawned.
“Yeah, what’s the deal?”
“You remember when you first met me?”
“No.”
“Well, I was headed to a town down in southeastern Oregon, one that wasn’t on any maps. And you’re not gonna believe this shit, but Tenyit Lane, the place I went, that’s where he’s being held.”
“So you know where I need to go?”
“Yeah, the place is a hot zone for organizations. There’re at least seven that I’ve recorded since I first went, and that’s not including–”
“And?”
“Well, point is, there’s security everywhere, people are gonna be everywhere, and the police and government officials are gonna be too busy counting bodies to care about one missing person.”
“Send me the coordinates.” I took a picture of my wall, putting the phone back against my ear.
“I’ll do you one better, I still have an old map to the place, I’ll send it over.”
“I don’t care what you say, I am paying you after this.”
I was already out the door, wearing nothing but a hoodie and sweatpants. I started the car, threw on EDM, and headed down to find Joseph.
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A grey smoke rose in the night air above the town. I had a good ten miles left on the empty road before getting to the one stop on the entire strip. As I climbed the mountain, I turned my windshield wipers up more and more. The road was coated in a light crust of white, the speckles dropping ever so carefully in the light wind.
As I rounded a bend, I saw a flicker of headlights through the pine trees. Rounding the next one, I saw the lights again, this time coming around their own turn, before heading in my direction. The snow picked up as I met the gaze of the other driver, it was her.
I screeched to a stop, whipping a U-turn that nearly sent me into the rails. I stopped, having noticed her car was pulled over to the railing too. I jumped out of my car, running over to her, and grasping her in my arms, “I thought I’d killed you Tresca!”
Setting her down, my brain fully processed its surroundings. The person in front of me was Joseph, he was a bit shocked, but the rest of him reminded me of how he looked when we first met, “I-I’m sorry, I just–”
“Look, Terry. Honestly, it’s great to see you, great to have clear evidence I’m not crazy, great to know all those fun ass memories at the apartment were real. But…”
“I’m just so glad you’re okay.”
He smirked, but his eyes were hollow, “Yeah, okay…”
“I mean, you’re alive though!”
“Terry, this isn’t going to work.” He looked up, “I can’t ignore what you said when you saw me.” He looked back at me, nervous, “I read up on you, it was intrusive, and I’m sorry for that, but I can’t keep being a replacement. I need to live my own life, I need to get away from all this, I…” His eyes filled, but refused to streak, “I want to live a life away from all of this. I know a normal life isn’t really an option anymore. But I still wanna do what I can.”
“You… read my files?” I glanced at my phone, thinking about the picture I’d taken before leaving, “Which ones?”
“Your old life, hers too. Once I got ahold of my files, I decided to do some digging. I was me, but not I guess, I had to get an understanding of who the people I used to know were. I know about Tresca, I remember your conversation with Maerod.”
“I…”
He waited for a while, a few cars flew by us before he took the rope, “I will never regret the time we had. We had fun, we had some adventures and even a few emotional tipping points. Without you and everyone else, I’d probably have a slab of a ruck on top of me now. I don’t feel like dying anymore, but I also don’t feel like living. I’m sorry, but… I need to find my life out there.” He threw his arm up, gesturing around, “But if I stay with you, I’ll never get that chance.”
I tried to maintain myself, for seemingly the first time, taking Joseph as a person in. His overgrown brown hair, his blue eyes, broad shoulders, bland outfit. “You look different from before.”
“I feel different.” He shot a breath out his nose.
I staggered, “Let me grab something from my car before you go. You mind coming with?”
He nodded, gazing up at the grey sky. Several more cars flew past us as we made our way to mine. When we got there, I pulled out a small bag,
I reached into my car, pulling out the contract, “This was the guy that placed a hit on your wife. He’s dead now.”
A car flew by, lighting up his face to reveal his frozen face, “Y-you mean it? Who killed him?” He snatched the paper from my hand, looking over the entire sheet.
“The detective put on her case, the original guy is my understanding. Goes by Jones, he’s a P.I. now.”
“Really? Where is he?”
I cleared my throat, “You su–”
“Positive, where is he?”
I rubbed my arm, but looking at his hopeful face, I caved, “Apex Investigation Office, downtown Albany.”
He hugged me, “Thank you… Seriously, this…” He cried into my stomach for a time before pulling back and recomposing himself. Rubbing his nose dry, he turned around.
“Wait!”
He stopped, turning his head to me, “Yeah?”
I held onto my phone, debating to show him the picture or not. We stood still as two more cars flew by, followed by one with sirens. I pushed my phone back into my pocket, “Where are you going?”
He turned back to his car, holding up the contract, “To repay a debt. You’ll get yours too one of these days.”
Sitting in his car, he drove off without another word.
I sat in mine, pulling the phone from my pocket, and opened the gallery. I had one recent picture, it was one of the walls in my room, one with several posters. All of which were had drawn anime style portraits of Tresca. “Maybe Abraham was right, and maybe, Joseph has the right idea too.”
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(Joseph)
Epilogue:
I dried my face as I left him behind, unsure of what to do first. I sat with music blasting for the first hour, mind flashing through the events like a slideshow. When I eventually came across a convenience store. It was a 24/7 place, the kind that had hot dogs on the roller for days at a time, and the only people that worked there couldn’t get a job anywhere else.
I pulled into a parking space and picked my phone off the passenger seat. I’d already decided I’d go to the detective’s place last. But I’d never been to Rachel’s before, and I didn’t remember her phone number. “What if I?”
I dialed a number, letting it ring a good five times when “Chad’s Cads how can I help you?”
“God, tell me that isn’t the name of your shop.”
“Joseph? Is that you bro?”
“Yeah, it’s been a while, good to hear from you.”
“Where the hell have you been man!? Terry’s out look–”
“It’s all sorted now. I don’t mean to be callous, I promise I’ll catch you up to speed later. But do you have Rachel’s number?”
“Oh, yeah. Everything good dude?”
“Yeah, she apparently told Terry to have me see her when he found me, so…”
“Oh for sure.”
“So can you send me her number?”
“Oh right, yeah. Good luck bro, come by when you have time. I wanna see how strong you are.”
“Sounds good Chad.” I hung up, smiling. A minute or so later, I had her number.
“Joseph?” Her voice was smooth.
“Hey Rachel I…”
“Chad messaged me.”
“Gotcha, Terry said you wanted to see me?”
“Yes, there’s a lot you need to know biologically if you want to pass for human.”
I sighed, rubbing my side, “Where should I meet you?”
“I’ll send you the location, Sepratine will be here too.”
“Oh, yaaaaaay.” She was alright, but she always had a whole bag of chips on her shoulder.
“See you soon. Oh, and did you happen to feel an aching in your right side at any point?”
“More than you know.”
“How frequently?”“Well, I was starved for a few days at one point, aside from that though I’d say a couple times a week if not more?”
“...Was that the entire time you were gone?”
“Not entirely sure, the first month or so is still kind of hazy, but since I was moved into town yeah.”
“...Okay, just… See you when you arrive.” Click
“I thought Doc was supposed to be the cryptic one of the bunch,” I smirked, a tear forming in my eye. “Goddamnit.” I wiped it, clicking the address she’d sent me, and heading on my way. Only after I picked up some gas station food.
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“Oh my.”
“It’s me.” I did jazz hands, wearing a faux smile.
“Your soul is much… larger than I anticipated. Come inside, I’m sure you’re hungry.”
A whiff of cedar and sweetgrass slapped me in the face, “Wow, that’s… pungent.”
“Apologies, my sense of smell isn’t very strong, and Sepratine is….”She took a sharp intake of breath, closing the door behind me.
Looking around, the house seemed pretty standard, aside from the greenhouse in the living room, “So uh, what’s this you got goin here?”
“Take your shoes off please,” She did the same, “Creating chemicals from what’s in the air is taxing, it’s more convenient to just have the plants you need on hand.” She headed toward a door down the hall, “My equipment is downstairs.” She opened the door and I followed.
The air was a solid 80 or so, with humidity so thick it was like snorkeling, pollen so strong it activated allergies I hadn’t had since I was five. “Quite the quaint home you have here.”
“Oh right, sorry again.”
“No, you’re good, I’m just gonna need a few boxes of tissues is all.”
“Oh Jo–Joseph, my gods, you’re… wow. Different is a word, what happened to your soul?” Sepratine was turned to us, standing in front of a table with apparently every plant unknown to man of it.
“That’s kinda why I’m here.”
“Oh right, don’t mind me, just running a few experiments, Rachel has the perfect climate down here for a few plants.”
“Alright Joseph, hop on the bed.” Rachel stood in front of a wooden table, I couldn’t help but notice vials and jars stacked neatly on a counter that circled half the room, as well as a set of tables that held assorted plants with different lights hovering over them.
I sat on the table, “You need me to turn my head and cough?”
“No, first I need you to eat. It’ll be easier if you’re digesting food.”
She headed to a small closed-off area, then came back, plate in hand. Mostly just leafy greens. Maybe some kind of bean too?
“Go ahead, this should pass through you at just the right speed for me to catch it.” She turned, heading to another room, “Oh right, when you’re done I’ll need you to take off your shirt and lie down.” Then she headed through a door.
A few minutes passed and I finished the salad. Putting my plate on an open section of a counter and throwing my shirt to the side, I laid down, “Sepratine, you know anything about Vampirism?”
“Only rumors, they’re rare, so you’re the only one I’ve met.”
“Rarer than what you are?”
“Dryads are uncommon for sure. But given my personal experience, I’d say you’re one of a kind.”
“Awwwe, thank you.” I said sarcastically, “But is that all? They’re rare?”
“You’re here for Rachel because they’re rare. She’s met something like five, even got to do a lab experiment on one of them, saw how their stem reacted to stimulus. She’s the closest thing to an expert I can think of.”
Rachel made her entrance with the smack of the door on the wall, “Alright, don’t worry Joseph, I’m not going to cut you open today, I just want to see how large your stem has gotten. Based on your soul, you might be around half to ¾ vampire. But the only way to tell for sure is to see the size of your stem.”
“I’ve been meaning to ask, but everyone else I’ve met who knows about it has been a psychopath. What’s a stem?”
“Oh, kind of like a parasite is my current understanding.” She picked up a large metal plate, pressed it against my stomach, and used a metal rod to probe my right side.
“Come again?”
“Well… it’s more like a symbiotic relationship? Consider it another organ, only it’s wrapped around a portion of your large intestine. A full vampire has them fused, and it becomes an addition. But a partial, you can still see where they are two entities.”
“So you can cure me?”
She scoffed, “No.” Putting the plate and rod away, she pulled out a roundish object and squeezed some kind of gel onto the end before rubbing it against my right side. “If it’s removed, both entities die. You’re a symbiote now, you each rely on each other. In return for giving it nutrients, it gives you cells that allow you to regenerate anything short of half or more of it. They’re akin to stem cells, but enhanced. It extracts your DNA and replicates what it needs to to keep you alive for as long as possible. That’s the working theory I currently have anyway.”
“So I have a parasite in me?”
“A symbiote, you two aid each other, there are only benefits for each of you. Not to mention the enhanced soul… which I’m not entirely sure what causes that yet. Though the more vampirized you are, the more spiritual power a vampire seems to have. Considering that’s how it’s been with the last five, it’s only an assumption. But if that is the case, I am curious about the correlation.” She put the device down, handing me a towel, “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to see the images I got back. Time to see how far along you are.”
Patting me on the stomach, she walked out of sight, and I wiped my side down. Sitting up, I hopped off the table, picked up my shirt, throwing it back on. Then, it was dark.
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My eyes shot open, I was upright on the hardwood table, eyes darting around for the threat.
“Relaaaax, you’re fine.” Rachel and Sepratine stood beside me, and I loosened up, wired as hell.
Standing, I regained my balance, “Which one of you knocked me out?”
“Neither.” Rachel said, offended, “You fainted, you had several nutrient deficiencies, and call me crazy, but I don’t think you were willing to hear what I had to say.”
I mulled it over, a burst of panic surging when I thought about the thing inside me. But I managed to push it back into its little jar. Which I promptly placed back on the shelf with the rest of my emotions. “I’m fine.”
“Yes, now. But I have to be honest with you, the ultrasound came back more worrying than I expected. You’re only about ¼ so far. Your soul is far larger than any of my calculations suggested.”
“Right on.”
“Joseph, you have far more potential than I expected. While I advise safety, occasionally fasting may build up your soul to around as strong as Smudge.”
“Cool beans.”
“The issue is that you have an extremely high-functioning stem. You’ll need extremely nutrient-dense foods with extremely specific nutrients to maintain yourself as you are, let alone grow stronger. I’ll have what you need, but if you don’t want to go on a killing spree every few days, you’ll need an extremely strict diet.”
“How much is that gonna run me?”
She sighed, rubbing her eyes, “Quite frankly, I’ll charge you what it costs me. I don’t want you going on a murder frenzy. You’re my friend, but that’d also guarantee your death. As not only an alchemist, but a scientist, I can’t allow that. I’ll charge you at the end of each month. How does that sound?”
“Cool, do you have an estimate?”
“Joseph I feel you are hearing me but not listening.”
“No, I’ve got it.”
“This will be in the ballpark of 1500 dollars a month, and that’s alongside normal meals. Which should help you not only maintain but build up. The pain will feel like you’re being digested if you get to the point of dangerous starvation. Now, repeat everything I just said back to you.”
When I did from start to finish, she rubbed her face, “Alright, you can pick up your supply weekly from here. For now, though, I have something that should hold you over until next Friday, when I’ll have the actual supplies.”
She helped load a few milk crates into my overstuffed car, and when I went to start my car, she gestured for me to roll the window down. “Yes?”
“There are places you can get help you know?”
“I think I can handle the vampirism thing.”
“Joseph…” She stared at me, tugging at my bucket of guilt, tipping it ever so slightly.
“I’ll be fine. Thank you Rachel.” I flicked the button up and the window went with it as I pulled out of her driveway in the suburbs of West Salem.
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“Joseph?” The familiar guy behind a desk just across from me stared, eye agape.
“D-Detective? What uh… what happened to your erm… you?”
“Long story. What happened to you?”
“Long story.”
He chuckled, “Guess you were in that town for a while. What are you doing here?”
I held up the contract, “I’ve got a debt I needa pay.”
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Author’s Note:
Hey guys, 4Shot speaking. Holy FUCK guys. This has been my longest-running series, it’s been 3.5 years in the making. Hell, it was the series that got me into this whole writing shebang. It feels weird to be saying goodbye to Joseph, given this series has been with me since the start. I’ve seen my ups alongside this story, and those who read or listened to the poker scene in my detective series will know I’ve had my downs.
Though, it’s not exactly the end. I have one final series I’ll be writing to wrap everything up. Those who have followed my first three may notice a trend. And yes, the final series will be a continuation of Jones’ tale. It’s been a long time coming, and I hope to complete it before february, which is when I’ll be taking an extended hiatus. I’ll be back, but I have some things I want to do first. This entire unraveling story will have been a part of my life for over 4 years by then, something like that is hard to just let go, and I have some life I wanna experience. So I may be gone for around 6 months to a year when I’ve finished the Detective’s story.
I’m glad so many of you have enjoyed my stories. I honestly never expected to go anywhere with any of this, thought I’d give this series up around part 3, and writing would just be another dead hobby of mine. But here we are. Honestly, there are a lot of people to thank, but the main people are my boy TeeStache who got me into writing, NaturesTemper who picked up my terrible rough draft of this series, and Viidith who first found my detective series and asked to narrate it, and proceeded to narrate my Lighthouse series.
It’s been a crazy ride out there, and I only intend to make it crazier in the future. Thanks again guys, cheers.
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2023.06.07 06:50 Acrel-electric Discussion about the application of medical IT power system in a hospital
 | 摘要：本文主要阐述了IT隔离电源系统在深圳市第三人民医院ICU、手术室内的应用，以及IT隔离电源系统的重要性、优点及注意事项。 Abstract: This article mainly describes the application of IT isolated power system in ICU and operating room of the Third People's Hospital of Shenzhen city, as well as the importance, advantages and matters needing attention of IT isolated power system. submitted by Acrel-electric to u/Acrel-electric [link] [comments] 关键字：IT 隔离电源、系统、接地 Key words: IT isolated power supply, system, ground 1、项目概况 Project overview 深圳市第三人民医院项目，位于龙岗区布吉镇李朗立交桥西南侧，建设用地 100005 ㎡，总建筑面积 81737 ㎡，包含门诊楼和医技科研楼、住院楼、行政楼、学术报告厅等共十四栋建筑及配套道路、广场、绿化等。为深圳市重大建设项目，是一所与中心城建设相配套适应 深圳市规划发展的现代化的平战结合的传染病医院。是集医疗、科研、防保、教学与康复为 一体的“三级”传染病医院。 The project of Shenzhen Third People's Hospital is located in the southwest side of Lilang overpass in Buji Town, Longgang District. The construction area is 10,0005 ㎡, and the total construction area is 81,737 ㎡, including 14 buildings such as outpatient building, medical technology research building, inpatient building, administrative building and academic lecture hall, and supporting roads, squares and greening, etc..As a major construction project of Shenzhen city, it is a modern infectious disease hospital which is compatible with the construction of the central city and ADAPTS to the planned development of Shenzhen city.It is a three-level infectious disease hospital integrating medical treatment, scientific research, prevention and protection, teaching and rehabilitation. 2、关于设置 IT 隔离电源系统的相关规范要求 Specification requirements for setting up IT isolated power system 随着社会经济的不断发展，大型综合型的现代化医院不断投入建设，因而医院电气安全可靠也引起来业界的重视，其中关于 ICU、手术室等重要场合的配电安全可靠越来越引起业界重视。尤其是关于IT隔离电源的设置。GB16895.24-2005/IEC60364-7-710:2002 标准中规定，在医疗领域2类医疗场所内，用于维持生命的、外科手术的和其他位于“患者区域”内的医疗电器设备和系统的供电回路应选用带绝缘监视的医疗IT系统供电。2008年8月1日正式实施的《民用建筑电气设计规范》中12.8.6对医疗场所采用的IT系统供电做了相应要求和规定。 With the continuous development of society and economy, large comprehensive modern hospitals are constantly put into construction, so the electrical safety and reliability of hospitals have also attracted the attention of the industry.The safety and reliability of power distribution in important occasions such as ICU and operating room have attracted more and more attention from the industry. Especially with regard to IT isolation power Settings.According to gb16895.24-2005 /IEC60364-7-710:2002, the power supply circuit for life-sustaining, surgical, and other medical electrical equipment and systems located in the "patient area" in class 2 medical facilities in the medical field shall be powered by medical IT systems with insulation and monitoring.12.8.6 In the Civil Building Electrical Design Code officially implemented on August 1, 2008, the corresponding requirements and regulations are made for the POWER supply of IT system used in medical places. （1）在2类医疗场所内，用于维持生命、外科手术和其他位于“患者区域”内的医用电气设备和系统的供电回路，均应采用医疗IT系统。 In class 2 medical facilities, the medical IT system shall be used for the power supply circuits for life-sustaining, surgical and other medical electrogas equipment and systems located in the "patient area". （2）用途相同且相毗邻的房间内，至少应设置一回独立的医疗IT系统，并配有绝缘监测器。 Separate medical IT systems should be installed at least once in adjacent rooms for the same purpose.And it is equipped with insulation monitor. （3）每个医疗IT系统应设在医务人员可以经常监视的地方，并应装设配备有声光报警系统。 Each health IT system should be located where medical personnel can monitor IT regularly and should be equipped with an audible and visual alarm system. （4）医疗IT变压器应装设过负荷和过热的监测装置。 Medical IT transformers should be equipped with monitoring devices for overload and overheating. 12.8.10中对辅助等电位联结做了相关规定。同时，在条文说明中规定12.8.1-12.8.6，12.8.10是根据国家标准《特殊装置或场所的要求医疗场所》GB16895.24的规定。其中2类场所包括：抢救室（门诊手术室）、手术室、CU 室、导管介入室、血管照影检查室。 In 12.8.10, relevant provisions are made for auxiliary equipotential connection.At the same time, 12.8.1-12.8.6 are stipulated in the provisions of 12.8.10 in accordance with the national standard "Medical Places required by Special Devices or Places" GB16895.24.The two types of places include: emergency room (outpatient operating room), operating room, CU room, catheter intervention room and angiography room. 3、IT 隔离电源系统简介及医院采用的重要性 Introduction of IT isolated power system and importance of hospital adoption 1）IT隔离电源系统，I表示电源侧没有工作接地，或经过高阻抗接地。T 表示负载侧电气设备进行接地保护。IT系统在供电距离不是很长时，供电的可靠性高、安全性好。一般用于不允许停电的场所，或者是要求严格地连续供电的地方，医院的手术室、急救室和ICU室等二类场所必须采用IT系统。运用IT方式供电系统，即电源中性点不接地，一旦设备漏电，单相对地漏电电流很小，不会破坏电源电压的平衡，因此可以避免电击等电气事故，同时不足以使回路保护电器动作切断电源，保证供电的不间断。所以比电源中性点接地的系统安全、可靠。 IT isolates the power system, and I indicates that the power side is not working grounded, or is grounded through high impedance.T represents the grounding protection of the electrical and gas equipment at the load side.IT system in the power supply distance is not very long, the reliability of power supply is high, good security.Generally used in places where blackouts are not allowed, or where strict continuous power supply is required, IT systems must be used in hospital operating rooms, emergency rooms, ICU rooms, and other type ii places.The use of IT mode power supply system, that is, the neutral point of the power supply is not grounded, once the equipment leakage, single-phase leakage current to the ground is very small, will not destroy the balance of the power supply voltage, so IT can avoid electric shock and other electrical accidents, at the same time is not enough to make the circuit protection electrical equipment action cut off the power supply, to ensure the uninterrupted power supply.So than the power neutral grounding system is safe and reliable. 2）医院使用隔离电源系统的重要性和必要性。 The importance and necessity of using isolated power systems in hospitals. 众所周知，当用电设备对人体心脏直接漏电大于10uA 时，会造成对病人的微电击事故。 而在一般通用建筑中所采用的对地漏电保护开关，其动作响应值是mA 级（如：30 mA），远远不能满足医疗领域的需要。在医院的特殊环境里，漏电流对病人构成了潜在的危险，因此对电气安全设计也提出了特殊的要求。尤其是那些生命攸关的场所，如外科手术室、重症监护室、心脏手术室等地均需安装医用IT隔离电源系统，其目的就是为了保证对该场所内的医疗电器提供一个安全可靠的电源，以确保病人的安全。在导电体触及到心脏(例如，打开心脏的手术或埋置心脏起搏器)时，在普通安全接地的导体之间流过的细微电流会造成微电击和死亡的可能。隔离变压器就象一个门一样，将医疗地区的非保护区域和保护区域的电气线路隔开，保护区域内所有带电导体是与地隔离的，防止线路绝缘层上危险电流造成微电击。绝缘监视仪必须与隔离变压器配合使用，用来连续监视隔离变压器二次侧的带电导体与地之间的电阻及电流，例如，手术过程中流出体外的血液和金属制的手术台可能会使病人与地形成一个通路，这样就存在预期危险电流，一旦医疗电子设备的导电体也形成对地通路(如漏电)，将会造成宏电击(不是所有电流都流经心脏)或微电击(所有电流都流经心脏)。一般供电电网是以大地作为参考电位，相线中的电流可以通过任何未绝缘的通道，对地构成回路，这是电击的根本原因。隔离供电是采用隔离变压器供电，电源经隔离变压器后，原电网中的地已不再是参考电位了。隔离变压器任何一根输出线都不能与地构成回路，只能在两根输出线之间构成回路，这就提高了供电的可靠性。用隔离变压器以分隔非保护区域与保护区域，在隔离变压器的次级引出IT系统的电源，以防止产生接地故障电流。将IT系统引入手术室或急救室，在房间内设一配电箱，箱内放置绝缘监视仪，绝缘监视仪的使用可以及早的显示隔离变压器次级负载部分的绝缘状况，在发生绝缘故障对人身构成威胁前就提供报警信号。而此时电源不会被切断，保证了供电的连续性，医护人员此时可以根据监视仪上显示的漏电流大小和手术的实际情况及时处理，因而人身触电的危险被降低到了最小。 It is well known that when the direct leakage of electrical equipment to the human heart is greater than 10uA, it will cause a micro-shock accident to the patient. However, the action response value of the earth leakage protection switch used in general general buildings is mA level (such as: 30 mA), which is far from meeting the needs of the medical field.In the special environment of hospital, leakage current poses a potential danger to patients, so special requirements are put forward for electrical safety design.In particular, those vital places, such as surgical operating rooms, intensive care units, cardiac operating rooms, etc., need to install medical IT isolation power system, the purpose of which is to ensure a safe and reliable power supply to medical appliances in the site, so as to ensure the safety of patients.When the conductor touches the heart (for example, during open-heart surgery or embedding a pacemaker), the tiny currents flowing between normally safely grounded conductors can cause micro-shocks and the possibility of death.The isolation transformer acts as a door separating the non-protected area of the medical area from the electrical wiring in the protected area. All live conductors in the protected area are isolated from the ground to prevent the dangerous current on the line insulation from causing a micro-shock.Insulation monitors must be used together with the isolation transformer, used for continuous monitoring isolation transformer secondary side of charged conductor and earth between the resistance and current, for example, in the process of the operation flow of blood and in vitro metal table may make the patient and to form a path, so there are dangerous currents, once the conductor in the medical electronic equipment form of pathways (such as leakage), will cause the macro electric shock (not all current flows through the heart) or micro electric shock (all electric current flows through the heart).Generally, the power supply network takes the ground as the reference potential, and the current in the phase line can pass through any uninsulated channel to form a circuit to the ground, which is the root cause of electric shock.Isolated power supply is the use of isolated transformer power supply, power through the isolated transformer, the original grid is no longer a reference potential.None of the output lines of the isolating transformer can form a circuit with the ground, but can only form a circuit between two output lines, which improves the reliability of power supply.The isolating transformer is used to separate the unprotected area from the protected area, and the power of the IT system is extracted at the secondary of the isolating transformer to prevent the generation of ground fault current.The IT system will be introduced into the operating room or emergency room, and a distribution box will be set in the room, and insulation monitors will be placed in the box. The use of insulation monitors can show the insulation status of the secondary load part of the isolation transformer as early as possible, and alarm signals will be provided before the insulation failure poses a threat to the person.At this time, the power will not be cut off, to ensure the continuity of power supply.Medical staff can then monitor the leakage current and the actual operation, so that the risk of personal shock is minimized. 4、深圳市某医院 IT 隔离电源系统的配置情况 Configuration of IT isolated power supply system in a hospital in Shenzhen city 深圳市某医院在所有手术室和ICU装设有医用IT隔离电源系统。具体组成包括隔离变压器、绝缘监视仪、外接报警和显示仪、电流互感器等，该系统集绝缘监视的连续性，提高防火负荷监视和变压器温度监视于一体，降低了接触电压和对地漏电流，使人身触电危险降低到最小程度，大大提高了事故预防能力，保持供电安全性。深圳市某医院选用的是德国本德尔IT隔离电源系统，其系统图如下： A hospital in Shenzhen has installed a medical IT isolated power system in all operating rooms and ICUs.Specific composition including isolation transformer, insulation monitors, external alarm and display, current transformer, etc., the system sets the continuity of insulation monitoring, monitoring, and improve the fire load transformer temperature monitoring at an organic whole, reduces the contact voltage and the floor drain current, make person get an electric shock hazard to minimize, greatly improve the ability of accident prevention, to keep the power supply security.A hospital in Shenzhen city chose Bendell IT isolated power supply system from Germany. 系统图如下： The system diagram is as follows: 1）ICU中的IT隔离电源系统如下： The IT isolated power system in the ICU is as follows: https://preview.redd.it/0sft5b680j4b1.png?width=387&format=png&auto=webp&s=43b5e501e9e57f5bf46ec28c80ee512225c4adf0 每个ICU装设一套6.3KVA IT系统（含6.3KVA隔离变压器ES710，绝缘监视仪107TD47，电流互感器STW2，外接报警显示和测试仪MK2007CBM-CN，仪器专用电源AN450）。 Each ICU is equipped with a set of 6.3KVA IT system (including 6.3KVA isolation transformer ES710, insulation monitor 107TD47, current transformer STW2, external alarm display and tester MK2007CBM-CN, special instrument power supply AN450). 2）手术室中IT隔离电源系统图 Diagram of IT isolated power supply system in operating room https://preview.redd.it/nyzbcz5a0j4b1.png?width=624&format=png&auto=webp&s=6d1215898bbb75251951d7b1dfbf50ee83d1d156 每个手术室装设有一套8KVAIT隔离电源系统（含隔离变压器8KVA、绝缘监视仪、专用电源、外接报警显示和测试仪MK2007CBM-CN）。 Each operating room is equipped with a set of 8KVAIT isolated power supply system (including isolation transformer 8KVA, insulation monitor, special power supply, external alarm display and tester MK2007CBM-CN). 3）系统设备功能: System and equipment functions: a)绝缘监视仪 Insulation monitor -绝缘监视报警系统符合IEC61557-8、IEC60364-7-710标准。 - 为医疗IT系统专用绝缘监视仪 - 绝缘监视、负荷监视和隔离变压器温度监视功能 - 带背光的液晶显示 - 绝缘监视响应值调节范围50kΩ-500Ω - 过负荷监视响应值调节范围5A-50A - 输出报警继电器 - RS485接口 - 测量值模拟电流信号输出 - 内置或外接自检按钮 - 接线监视 - 导轨安装 -交流内阻抗应至少为100kΩ; -测试电压不大于直流25V; -即使在故障情况下，其注入电流的峰值不大于1Ma; -最迟在绝缘电阻降至50kΩ时，应发出信号,并配置试验此功能的器具。 - Insulation monitoring and alarm system conforms to IEC61557-8 and IEC60364-7-710 standards. - Special insulation monitors for medical IT systems - Insulation monitoring, load monitoring and isolation transformer temperature monitoring functions - LCD with backlit display - insulation monitoring response value adjusting range 50kΩ-500Ω - Adjustment range of overload monitoring response value 5A-50A - Output alarm relay - RS485 interface -Measured value analog current signal output - Built-in or external self-check button - Wiring monitoring - Guide rail installation - ac impedance should be at least 100kΩ; - The test voltage shall not be greater than dc 25V; - Even in the case of fault, the peak value of its injected current is not greater than 1Ma; - the latest in insulation resistance to the 50 kΩ, should be a signal.And the apparatus for testing this function is configured. b)隔离变压器 Isolating transformer -满足《建筑物电气装置 第 7-710 部分：特殊装置或场所的要求—医疗场所 GB16895.24-2005/IEC60364-7-710:2002 710.512.1.6中规定:医用隔离变压器应符合IEC61558-2-15的要求。 - 容量 3.15-10kVA - 绕组内部安装温度传感器 - 噪音低于 35 分贝 - 变压器紧靠医疗场所安装，安装在柜内或外护物内以免被无意地接触期带电部分。 -变压器的二次侧额定电压 Un 不超过 250V，用于移动式和固定式设备的医疗 IT 系统采用单相变压器，其额定输出容量不小于 0.5Kva，不超过 10Kva。 -隔离变压器的金属外壳与局部等电位联结端子板联结。 - Meeting electrical installations in buildings - Part 7-710: Requirements for special installations or places - Medical places It is stipulated in GB16895.24-2005/IEC60364-7-710:2002 710.512.1.6 that medical isolating transformers shall meet the requirements of IEC61558-2-15. - 3.15-10 kva capacity - Temperature sensor is installed inside the winding - Noise below 35 decibels - The transformer is installed close to the medical site, in the cabinet or in the outer sheath to avoid inadvertent contact with live parts. - the rated voltage on the secondary side of the transformer shall not exceed 250V. Medical IT systems for mobile and stationary equipment shall adopt single-phase transformers with rated output capacity of not less than 0.5Kva and not more than 10Kva. - The metal housing of the isolating transformer is connected with the local equipotential connection terminal plate. c) 外接报警显示和测试仪 Alarm and displaying device - 绝缘监视仪的外接报警和显示装置 - 数码管显示绝缘阻值和负荷状况 - 蜂鸣器声报警及消音按钮 - RS485 接口 - 中文面板 - 防水面板易清洗 -实时监视隔离变压器负荷状况及变压器的绕阻温度。 -一只绿灯亮表示工作正常； -当绝缘电阻下降到最小整定值时，一只黄灯亮。应不能消除或断开这个亮灯指示； -当绝缘电阻下降到最小整定值时，音响报警动作。该音响报警可以解除； -当故障被清除恢复正常后，黄色信号应熄灭。可监测医疗IT变压器的负荷过热。 - External alarm and display devices for insulation monitors - Digital tube displays insulation resistance and load status - Buzzer sound alarm and mute button - RS485 interface - Chinese panel - The waterproof panel is easy to clean - Real-time monitoring of isolating transformer load condition and transformer winding temperature. - A green light indicates normal operation; - A yellow light lights up when the insulation resistance drops to the minimum setting value.This light indicator should not be eliminated or disconnected; - When the insulation resistance drops to the minimum setting value, the sound alarm action.The audible alarm can be cancelled; - When the fault is cleared and restored to normal, the yellow signal should go out.Can monitor overload overheating of medical IT transformers 5、IT 隔离电源系统有以下优点: IT isolated power system has the following advantages: 1）触电电压和漏电电流很小，不足以引发电击或其它电气事故； 1) The shock voltage and leakage current are too small to cause electric shock or other electrical accidents; 2）供电系统出现对地故障时，不会导致回路保护电器动作切断电源，保证了供电的不间断。 2) In case of ground fault of the power supply system, the circuit protection device will not cut off the power supply, which ensures the uninterrupted power supply. 6、采用IT隔离电源系统的注意事项 Precautions for using IT to isolate power systems. 1）IT 系统不能引出中性线，因为在中性线发生接地故障时绝缘监测仪无法故障报警，系统将变为 TT 或 TN 系统，再发生相线接地故障，则系统电源将被切断，可能会产生严重后果。 1) The IT system cannot lead out the neutral wire, because the insulation monitor cannot give an alarm when the neutral wire has ground fault, and the system will If TT or TN system is changed, the power supply of the system will be cut off if the phase-to-ground fault occurs again, which may have serious consequences. 2）由于 IT 系统发生一相接地时，另两相对低电压将升高，因此对电气线路及电气设备绝缘水平要求较高。 2) The other two relatively low voltages will increase when the IT system is connected to the ground, so the electrical circuits and electrical equipment are insulated, the level is high. 3）IT 系统的绝缘监测仪需通过 PE 线接地，因此其与PE线的连接必须可靠。 3) The insulation monitor of the IT system needs to be grounded through the PE wire, so its connection with the PE wire must be reliable. 7、 安科瑞医疗IT隔离电源系统的介绍 An introduction to the Acrel Medical IT Isolation power system 7.1 概述Overview 随着电子医疗设备在医院领域的广泛应用，漏电流对病人构成的威胁也越来越大，尤其是那些生命攸关的场所，病人在手术中或麻醉状态下，各种电极、传感器直接插入人体内，微小的漏电流都有可能导致病人触电身亡。另外有些医疗设备用于维持重症病人的生命，一旦设备停电，也会对病人的生命构成威胁。因此，对于医疗这一特殊场所的电气设计，应严格按照国家标准和规范进行。 安科瑞医用IT系统绝缘监测故障定位装置及系统适用于医院的手术室、ICU(CCU)监护病房等重要场所，能为这类场所提供安全、连续、可靠的供电解决方案。 With the wide application of electronic medical equipment in the field of hospitals, leakage current poses more and more threats to patients, especially in those places where life is crucial. During surgery or under anesthesia, a variety of electrodes and sensors are directly inserted into the body of patients, and tiny leakage current may lead to death by electrocution.In addition, some medical equipment is used to maintain the life of seriously ill patients, once the equipment power failure, it will also pose a threat to the lives of patients.Therefore, the electrical design of this special place for medical treatment should be carried out in strict accordance with national standards and norms. Ankore medical IT system insulation monitoring fault location device and system are suitable for the hospital operating room, ICU(CCU) ward and other important places, can provide safe, continuous, reliable power supply solutions for such places. 7.2 医用隔离电源系统Medical isolation power system 医用隔离电源监控系统用于集中监控医疗大楼内所有医疗２类场所医疗IT系统的运行状况。这种集中监控系统可以设置在医院电气运行和维护人员的值班室内，也可以集成在其它电力监控系统中，由专业的电气人员进行监控，一旦某套IT系统出现故障，电气维护人员也能在一时间内做出判断，并根据现场情况进行处理。 The medical Isolated power monitoring system is used to centrally monitor the health of the medical IT system in all medical 2 locations in the medical building.The centralized monitoring system can be set up in the hospital electrical operation and maintenance personnel on duty room, also can be integrated in other power monitoring system, monitoring by professional electrical personnel, once a set of IT systems fail, electrical maintenance personnel can in time to make a judgment, and according to the site condition for processing. 系统拓扑图 System topology https://preview.redd.it/h5ehfeqe0j4b1.png?width=497&format=png&auto=webp&s=e0d9f132a69c2c8f1b9e137b20e9d3fb96e72b03 7.3 软件功能Software functions 安科瑞医用隔离电源监控系统是基于触摸屏软件设计，软件具有远程测量、远程参数设置和远程自检等多种功能，为医院2类场所隔离电源系统的集中监控提供了强大的系统集成工具。软件的主要功能如下： Acrel medical isolated power monitoring system is based on the touch screen software design, the software has a variety of functions such as remote measurement, remote parameter setting and remote self-inspection, which provides a powerful system integration tool for the centralized monitoring of the isolated power system in 2 types of hospitals.The main functions of the software are as follows: https://preview.redd.it/12oywbng0j4b1.png?width=477&format=png&auto=webp&s=83d968ddf470751ebd9336d8071c7e5f0e4f0585 ■ 一次图和现场分布显示 Primary diagram and field distribution display 系统具有一次图及现场分布图显示功能，能直观的了解并及时地发现IT供电系统的报警地点或区域，从而方便专业人员及时到达现场进行故障排查； The system has the function of one-time diagram and field distribution diagram display, can intuitively understand and timely find the alarm location or area of IT power supply system, so as to facilitate professionals to timely arrive at the scene for fault troubleshooting; ■ 实时数据采集与显示 Real-time data acquisition and display 利用安装于各隔离电源系统中绝缘监测仪表和绝缘故障定位仪表，采集各隔离电源系统的参数。采集到的数据实时显示在监控系统界面，这些监测参量含IT系统对地绝缘电阻、变压器负荷电流、变压器绕组温度及绝缘故障回路等； The parameters of each isolated power system are collected by means of insulation monitoring instrument and insulation fault location instrument installed in each isolated power system.The collected data will be displayed on the interface of the monitoring system in real time. These monitoring parameters include insulation resistance of IT system to ground, transformer load current, transformer winding temperature and insulation fault circuit, etc. https://preview.redd.it/pl58fxuh0j4b1.png?width=486&format=png&auto=webp&s=789907bcf90ce9f2f81bd9919155c518d409bc07 ■ 故障报警Fault alarm 将各医用隔离电源系统出现的各类故障，如绝缘故障、过载故障、超温故障以及接线断线故障等信息进行统一处理和记录，并可直接在显示界面上弹出显示故障类型、监测值、故障地点以及故障发生时间等信息。同时启动监控系统的声光报警系统，及时提醒相关人员，进行故障处理。其中，声音报警信号可被手动消除。 All kinds of faults in the medical isolated power system, such as insulation fault, overload fault, overtemperature fault and connection break fault, are uniformly processed and recorded, and information such as fault type, monitoring value, fault location and fault occurrence time can be displayed directly on the display interface.At the same time start the monitoring system sound and light alarm system, timely remind the relevant personnel, fault treatment.Among them, the sound alarm signal can be manually eliminated. ■ 远程参数设置和查询Remote parameter Settings and queries 通过系统，可根据要求远程调整和设置各医用隔离电源系统中绝缘监测仪的各类报警参数阈值，也可以任意查看这些报警参数值。参数包括绝缘报警值、负载电流报警值和隔离变压器温度报警值等。 Through the system, all kinds of alarm parameter thresholds of insulation monitors in medical isolated power supply systems can be adjusted and set remotely according to requirements, and these alarm parameter values can also be checked at will.The parameters include insulation alarm value, load current alarm value and isolation transformer temperature alarm value https://preview.redd.it/myyo7o3u0j4b1.png?width=486&format=png&auto=webp&s=80ad93926c4c3e63ca2b006f380c667865cfc37b ■ 图形显示功能：Graphic display function: 系统可以以曲线的形式，显示各套隔离电源系统的绝缘状况、负载状况，以及隔离变压器的温升状况，以及它们的变化趋势，以便于分管理人员了解和分析各电源系统的运行变化情况，有针对性的对某些系统进行维护和保养。 7.4 安科瑞医用IT系统四件套选型 Acrel medical IT system four-piece set selection 医用IT系统绝缘监测产品（四件套）包括AITR-S系列医用隔离变压器、AIM-M10医疗智能绝缘监测仪、AKH-0.66P26电流互感器和AID系列（AID10、AID150）外接报警与显示仪等，产品如图5所示。 The system can be in the form of a curve, showing the insulation status of each set of isolated power supply system, load status, as well as the isolation transformer temperature rise status, as well as their change trend, in order to facilitate the sub-managers to understand and analyze the operating changes of each power supply system, targeted maintenance and maintenance of some systems. Insulation monitoring products of medical IT system (a four-piece set) include AITR S series medical isolation transformer, AIM-M10 medical intelligent insulation monitor, abakh 0.66P26 current transformer and AID series (AID10, AID150) external alarm and display instrument, etc., as shown in Figure 5. 名称及型号 Name and type 产品图片 Product Picture 说明 Description AITR 系列医用隔离 变压器 AITR series medical isolation transformer AITR系列隔离变压器专用于医疗IT系统，铁芯采用日本进口的硅钢片叠加而成，损耗很小。绕组间采用了双重绝缘处理，并设有静电屏蔽层，减少了绕组间的电磁干扰。线包内安装了 PT100 温度传感器，用于监测变压器温度。整体采用真空侵漆处理，增加了机械强度和抗腐蚀性。产品具有很好的温升性能和很低的噪声。AITR series isolation transformer is specially used in medical IT system, and the core superposition adopts the silicon steel sheet imported from Japan, which has very small losses. The windings are treated with double insulation and have electrostatic shielding layer, which reduces electromagnetic interference between windings. The PT100 temperature sensor is installed in the windings to monitor the temperature of transformer. The whole body is treated with vacuum invasion paint, which increases mechanical strength and corrosion resistance. The product has good temperature rise performance and very low noise. AIM-M10 医疗智能 绝缘监测仪 AIM-M10 medical insulation monitoring device AIM-M10医疗智能绝缘监测仪采用先进的微控制器技术，集成度高，体积小巧，安装方便，集智能化、数字化、网络化于一身，是手术室、重症监护室等医疗2类场所隔离电源系统绝缘监测的理想选择。 AIM-M10 medical insulation monitoring device is special for medical IT system.It is used to monitor the insulation status of IT system.It can send out alarm signals when insulation fault occurs. AKH-0.66P26 电流互感器 AKH-0.66P26 current transformer AKH-0.66P26型电流互感器是与AIM-M10绝缘监测仪配套使用的保护型电流互感器，最大可测电流为60A，变比是2000：1，电流互感器采用螺丝直接固定的方式装于机柜内部，二次侧通过接线柱引出，安装和使用方便。 The AKH-0.66P26 type current transformer is the protective current transformer which the maximum measurable current is 60A and the transformation ratio is 2000:1. The current transformer is directly fixed inside cabinet by screwing AID series external alarm and displayer AID10 适合于嵌入墙体安装，可监控1台AIM-M10绝缘监测仪，具有绝缘、过载、超温、设备故障等故障的声光报警功能，指示灯显示，RS485通讯。 It is suitable for wall installation embedded and can monitor 1 AIM-M10 insulation monitor. It has sound and light alarm function of insulation, overload, overtemperature and equipment failure, and RS485 communication. AID150 采用LCD液晶显示，RS485总线，可集中监控最多16套 AIM-M10医疗智能绝缘监测仪的数据，可远程声光报警。AID150还可监控多套AIM-R100剩余电流监测仪的数据。 LCD display, RS485 bus, centralized monitoring of up to 16 SETS of AIM-M10 medical intelligent insulation monitor data, sound and light alarm can be remote. The AID150 can also monitor data from multiple AIM-R100 residual current monitors. Table 1 Insulation monitoring products of medical IT system (four-piece set) 参考文献 [1]德国本德尔IT隔离电源系统产品资料. [2]王厚余论IT系统的应用建筑电气，2008（11）：3-7. [3]刘建军、IT隔离电源系统在深圳市第三人民医院的应用. [4]安科瑞企业微电网设计与应用手册.2019.11版. Bibliography [1]Product information of IT isolated power supply system of Bender, Germany. [2]Wang Houyu on Applied Building Electricity of IT System, 2008 (11) : 3-7. [3]Application of Liu Jianjun and IT Isolated power Supply system in Shenzhen Third People's Hospital. [4]Design and Application Manual of Ankore Enterprise Microgrid.2019.11 edition |
2023.06.07 06:48 LosRoboris It hit!
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2023.06.07 06:44 Reasonable-Moment802 Receiving two duplicate items in the mail
Hello everyone,I am on a throwaway account incase the company tries to trace me. I live in the state of California for context. Recently, I spent about 3 grand on an electric scooter, which I bought online. It made me select a shipping option, and when I submitted the order it said it was to be shipped. However, I lived close to the company that sold it and we arranged over email that I was going to pick it up in person. So, I picked it up in person, however another one was delivered to me about a month later. I was wondering if I would be legally allowed to keep this scooter, and potentially sell it. I don't want to get into legal trouble whatsoever, and any advice would be appreciated.
Before this turns into a morality debate, I do not care for this company. They are a well established company, and I would not be taking the food off someone's plate by keeping it.
Edit**** I will be returning the scooter and contacting the company tomorrow. Thank you everyone for the legal input. Before everyone decides to be further condescending on the morals, the reason why I was going to sell it is to pay for my medical bills. I was struck by a car a couple months back and it was a hit and run. I am a middle man for selling scooters at my college, so I make some cash on the side in order to pay off these bills.
Edit #2 I understand how my logic was flawed and admit that my thought process was wrong. Thank you to those who actually explained it instead of calling me immoral.
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Before this turns into a morality debate, I do not care for this company. They are a well established company, and I would not be taking the food off someone's plate by keeping it.
Edit**** I will be returning the scooter and contacting the company tomorrow. Thank you everyone for the legal input. Before everyone decides to be further condescending on the morals, the reason why I was going to sell it is to pay for my medical bills. I was struck by a car a couple months back and it was a hit and run. I am a middle man for selling scooters at my college, so I make some cash on the side in order to pay off these bills.
Edit #2 I understand how my logic was flawed and admit that my thought process was wrong. Thank you to those who actually explained it instead of calling me immoral.
2023.06.07 06:43 MightyPinz I saw on smoking dads website he has used a cast iron pan on the Joe Jr (a handless one, and one with a long handle and the lid open). Anyone have luck with a Dutch oven in a junior?
From what I understand, you should use a heat deflector plate with Dutch ovens in a Kamado? With a 3.7 quart Dutch oven the grill grate sits just a little too high to close the lid.
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2023.06.07 06:41 Fearless-Sector6210 So I was bored… can’t sleep. Looked into their merch producer / bulk buy.. each crew neck is approx $15 with print :,) *obvi idk who press prints their shirts but given this info. You can get it on any boardwalk or big city for a fraction of the cost. Do what you want with that babes
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2023.06.07 06:24 harikaribluntz Always test your LC on agar first.
 | Went from a purchased LC of beech mushrooms straight to bulk LC, and did innoculated on agar at the same time of innoculating LC. Needless to say all 3 the plates grew what is obviously trich 5 days ago, hadnt gotten around to getting this out till now. Super nasty green on top but the myc underneath looks like healthy myc with clear LC and would have never known if I had taken the time to stir everyday. Always test your LC on agar first, even if from a trusted vendor! submitted by harikaribluntz to ContamFam [link] [comments] |
2023.06.07 06:05 Jersey9hoe8 I think i need help. Super rant
I miss her and she isn’t even gone. She’s right up stairs reading but I can no longer talk to her. I can no longer feel her touch, hear her love, kiss her lips. Mourning a living person is damn near impossible. I want to hold her and tell her everything is going to be okay. I want to be her shoulder to cry on. I want to be the reason she smiles. I want her in my life. But alas her wants are not my own. This is the end of something that should have been great. What a shame.
Just a few weeks ago she’s telling me how thankful she is that I’m in her life. That she loves me so much. That she doesn’t know what she would do without me. I don’t know how this happened so fast after she was able to say those things to me. I don’t know why I didn’t say things like that more often to her. One of the regrets I’ll have to live with
Some times Shaz hugged me so hard I could feel her love. That’s one thing I’m going to miss most. The feeling of her breath on my neck, the smell of her hair, the feeling of her lips on my skin, the gentle smile in the morning as I kiss her neck.
I wish I held her hand more. She loved that. Why did I always push her away?
I thought there was more time. My plan was to cut off all the bullshit when she was pregnant. I was ready to be there for her. Go above and beyond for her. I wish I proved that to her. I was too lazy.
I feel really burnt out at work. I always thought I didn’t bring my problems home with me. I would like find an outlet in the future so that doesn’t continue to happen.
I feel like Ive had no motivation in such a long time. I’ve been trying to just get through the day. I wish I had the strength to tell Shaz. I didn’t want to burden her with my pain. She had so much on her plate with not getting pregnant. I wish I supported her more in these times.
Sex felt like a mission when we were trying to have a baby.
I’m so ashamed of not being able to make her cum in forever. I feel unattractive. I use to be able to make her cum a few times every time we had sex when we were first dating. Then as time progressed I was still able to make her cum 2/3 times. But since trying to have a baby I only made her cum a few times the first month then a handful of times over the next two years
I have a hard time staying focused on something. I don’t know what it is. I try to stay focused on a person or interest but then a random thought would pop into my head. Shaz would get so mad because a random thought would pop into my head and I would just spew it out while it popped onto my head. I end up interrupting her a lot. I didn’t mean to do it. I don’t know why I would do that.
At times the idea pops into my head and I can’t focus on anything else. I end up tuning out the rest of the conversation.
My memory is terrible. I can’t ever remember names. It takes me forever to remember someone’s name and that’s with me seeing them every day. Shaz would get mad that I couldn’t remember her friends name but honestly I can’t remember any names. It’s a real mental block for me. I think I also feel like what’s the point of even remembering someones name. I don’t know why I feel like this. Even coworkers of mine that I see more than my wife. I even like them but I just can’t care enough to remember a name. It’s so embarrassing I hate that about myself.
When Shaz would complain about her day I would feel like I couldn’t burden her with what was going on with me. I think I should have trusted her to take some of my pain. I just held it in and would be passive aggressive towards her and lie to her and say that I’m not mad or act like I’m okay. I just thought she was too fragile to shoulder my pain.
I don’t know why I love the feeling of smoking weed so much. The feeling just does something to numb the pain I think. It fills something in me that’s missing. I know it hurts Shaz that I hide it from her. I know it hurts her even when i tell her. I just need that feeling. It was never anything she did. There’s something in me that needs to numb the day. I pushed her away to chase that feeling.
The thing I care about most is this feeling. I don’t want to tell Shaz this because I think she will hate me for this and will think that I never loved her.
It’s just weed why can’t I stop. I can’t go to rehab because that will hurt with promotions. I can’t lose my job.
I love the feeling of not thinking. That’s what smoking makes me feel. Like I don’t need to think about all my problems. I want to stop.
I know it hurts Shaz but I can’t stop
Smoking is what I lied to Shaz about. That’s what’s been driving her away because I’ve been getting high and lying to her about it.
I wake up in a haze from smoking the night before. It ruins my whole morning but I still need the feeling of being high.
I’m coming to the realization that I have an extremely addictive personality. I just lose myself in things. Watching TV, videogames, smoking weed, drinking. It’s all to numb something in me.
I feel the need to escape reality and hide from my problems
I never wanted to tell anyone this because I’m so afraid I’ll lose my job. I don’t know how to say it out loud. I don’t know how to get help.
I wish Shaz would see this and know why I did what I did and acted how I acted because I have a problem. A problem that I’m too afraid to say out loud. I want help but just can’t ask for it.
I’m afraid to tell the therapist about my addictive personality because I think I need medicine to help with whatever is wrong with me and they won’t help get me what I need
The feeling of getting high has a grip on me that I can’t explain.
If you’ve made it this long listen just a little more and offer some advice please. My wife just broke the news to me very recently she wants a divorce. I’ve never been able to say this out loud. Is it worth me even showing her this as a last effort. We’ve agreed to be very fair to each other splitting everything in the divorce and I don’t want to fuck that up by pissing her off with all this.
Also I really do want help, does anyone know if I can share all this with a therapist? I really think I need some medicine to fix what’s wrong with me and I don’t want to not get it by being honest
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Just a few weeks ago she’s telling me how thankful she is that I’m in her life. That she loves me so much. That she doesn’t know what she would do without me. I don’t know how this happened so fast after she was able to say those things to me. I don’t know why I didn’t say things like that more often to her. One of the regrets I’ll have to live with
Some times Shaz hugged me so hard I could feel her love. That’s one thing I’m going to miss most. The feeling of her breath on my neck, the smell of her hair, the feeling of her lips on my skin, the gentle smile in the morning as I kiss her neck.
I wish I held her hand more. She loved that. Why did I always push her away?
I thought there was more time. My plan was to cut off all the bullshit when she was pregnant. I was ready to be there for her. Go above and beyond for her. I wish I proved that to her. I was too lazy.
I feel really burnt out at work. I always thought I didn’t bring my problems home with me. I would like find an outlet in the future so that doesn’t continue to happen.
I feel like Ive had no motivation in such a long time. I’ve been trying to just get through the day. I wish I had the strength to tell Shaz. I didn’t want to burden her with my pain. She had so much on her plate with not getting pregnant. I wish I supported her more in these times.
Sex felt like a mission when we were trying to have a baby.
I’m so ashamed of not being able to make her cum in forever. I feel unattractive. I use to be able to make her cum a few times every time we had sex when we were first dating. Then as time progressed I was still able to make her cum 2/3 times. But since trying to have a baby I only made her cum a few times the first month then a handful of times over the next two years
I have a hard time staying focused on something. I don’t know what it is. I try to stay focused on a person or interest but then a random thought would pop into my head. Shaz would get so mad because a random thought would pop into my head and I would just spew it out while it popped onto my head. I end up interrupting her a lot. I didn’t mean to do it. I don’t know why I would do that.
At times the idea pops into my head and I can’t focus on anything else. I end up tuning out the rest of the conversation.
My memory is terrible. I can’t ever remember names. It takes me forever to remember someone’s name and that’s with me seeing them every day. Shaz would get mad that I couldn’t remember her friends name but honestly I can’t remember any names. It’s a real mental block for me. I think I also feel like what’s the point of even remembering someones name. I don’t know why I feel like this. Even coworkers of mine that I see more than my wife. I even like them but I just can’t care enough to remember a name. It’s so embarrassing I hate that about myself.
When Shaz would complain about her day I would feel like I couldn’t burden her with what was going on with me. I think I should have trusted her to take some of my pain. I just held it in and would be passive aggressive towards her and lie to her and say that I’m not mad or act like I’m okay. I just thought she was too fragile to shoulder my pain.
I don’t know why I love the feeling of smoking weed so much. The feeling just does something to numb the pain I think. It fills something in me that’s missing. I know it hurts Shaz that I hide it from her. I know it hurts her even when i tell her. I just need that feeling. It was never anything she did. There’s something in me that needs to numb the day. I pushed her away to chase that feeling.
The thing I care about most is this feeling. I don’t want to tell Shaz this because I think she will hate me for this and will think that I never loved her.
It’s just weed why can’t I stop. I can’t go to rehab because that will hurt with promotions. I can’t lose my job.
I love the feeling of not thinking. That’s what smoking makes me feel. Like I don’t need to think about all my problems. I want to stop.
I know it hurts Shaz but I can’t stop
Smoking is what I lied to Shaz about. That’s what’s been driving her away because I’ve been getting high and lying to her about it.
I wake up in a haze from smoking the night before. It ruins my whole morning but I still need the feeling of being high.
I’m coming to the realization that I have an extremely addictive personality. I just lose myself in things. Watching TV, videogames, smoking weed, drinking. It’s all to numb something in me.
I feel the need to escape reality and hide from my problems
I never wanted to tell anyone this because I’m so afraid I’ll lose my job. I don’t know how to say it out loud. I don’t know how to get help.
I wish Shaz would see this and know why I did what I did and acted how I acted because I have a problem. A problem that I’m too afraid to say out loud. I want help but just can’t ask for it.
I’m afraid to tell the therapist about my addictive personality because I think I need medicine to help with whatever is wrong with me and they won’t help get me what I need
The feeling of getting high has a grip on me that I can’t explain.
If you’ve made it this long listen just a little more and offer some advice please. My wife just broke the news to me very recently she wants a divorce. I’ve never been able to say this out loud. Is it worth me even showing her this as a last effort. We’ve agreed to be very fair to each other splitting everything in the divorce and I don’t want to fuck that up by pissing her off with all this.
Also I really do want help, does anyone know if I can share all this with a therapist? I really think I need some medicine to fix what’s wrong with me and I don’t want to not get it by being honest
2023.06.07 05:58 Skip2dalou50 On Vacation, feel like I'm not taking advantage.
My wife and I went to Mexico and I'm trying to be good. I have definitely had my fill while being here. I was planning on not taking my first dose of 7.5mg while being here. I did and goodness, did it make me sick. I haven't wanted to eat a thing since I took it. It's the first time I have felt nauseous on these meds.
But I feel bad. I feel like I'm in Mexico and I need to eat and drink all the things. My wife asked me "Why do look so uncomfortable?" I told it is a combination of things. First, I don't get nauseous, ever. I haven't thrown up since I was 17. Second, I hate ordering food and "wasting" it. I grew up in a finish your plate house. I like that I'm not over eating but I feel like I'm not getting my money's worth. If that makes any sense.
I don't know how to deal with this because I always go on vacation and put on about 5-7lbs. I love this drug but I also feel like it's showing me how messed up I've been with food my entire life. Ready to go home and get back to my routine of protein and walking. Down 25 (probably put 2 or 3 back on in Mexico) and ready to lose more. Good evening to all.
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But I feel bad. I feel like I'm in Mexico and I need to eat and drink all the things. My wife asked me "Why do look so uncomfortable?" I told it is a combination of things. First, I don't get nauseous, ever. I haven't thrown up since I was 17. Second, I hate ordering food and "wasting" it. I grew up in a finish your plate house. I like that I'm not over eating but I feel like I'm not getting my money's worth. If that makes any sense.
I don't know how to deal with this because I always go on vacation and put on about 5-7lbs. I love this drug but I also feel like it's showing me how messed up I've been with food my entire life. Ready to go home and get back to my routine of protein and walking. Down 25 (probably put 2 or 3 back on in Mexico) and ready to lose more. Good evening to all.
2023.06.07 05:43 U_Ch405 The trend continues.
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2023.06.07 05:43 berdistehwerd Range Day: Competition Shooting (3/5)
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Memory transcription subject: Finn Hathcock, S&R Volunteer, Gunsmith Date [Standardized Human Time]: November 17, 2136
With the awards ceremony out of the way, and my explanation of how the long range contest works out of the way, it was time to get to practicing our shots. My weapon of choice was a Cheytac M200 Intervention, a vintage rifle from the early 2000s. One of my personal favorites in the collection, it’s a piece with a lot of absolutely fascinating history, originally used by a Marine corps covert marksman, fighting in Ukraine. This thing has personally sent rounds through a few Russian commanders, denoted by the 7 tally marks on the side of the receiver. Sounds a little weird to be using a gun that has confirmed kills marked on the side, but that conflict happened over a century ago, so the blood has long cleared off its history in my eyes.
As a warmup, I would have to calibrate my spotting scope, and re-zero the scope that I had placed on the top of my rifle. It was a ‘relic’ by today’s standards, but it’s still a great scope for the time nonetheless. Mick was watching me extract the rifle from the case, where I then assembled it like an assassin would in a cheesy action movie. Snap the barrel to the receiver, slip the bipod on for good measure, extend the stock, slip the bolt into the chamber, and we’re good to go.
“What gun is that?’ Mick questioned. “I’ve never seen it before.”
“Ah, this is just my personal long range gun, an Intervention. Used to be super popular in video games of the 2000s, but now we’ve got much better options for taking out things at range.”
“That looks a bit too big for me to shoot, you got anything for me? I saw another couple boxes in the car, one of those has to be mine, right?”
He was right, I had got him one a little more suited to his size, and something else for later.
“You’re right, I did bring something for you,” I responded. I was quite excited to see what he thought of the little gun I got for him, although this one I wouldn’t be gifting to him right away. “Go grab the smallest thing out of the car, it should be labeled for you!”
I watched as he walked over to the car, his tail wagging behind him, as it usually did when we were messing around with firearms and stuff. I'm wondering if he got paired with me on purpose, since he seems to be the only venlil I know of interested in guns and engineering, just like I am.
Mick returned with his rifle, plopped it down onto the bench we would be shooting from, and extracted his rifle. A Desert Tech SRS-A2 sniper rifle. This little thing was a compact, hard hitting bolt action bullpup from, again, the early 2000s. Did I mention that’s my favorite time period for my guns? Anyway, this would be the perfect rifle for mick, since it actually fit his slightly smaller stature perfectly. At 5 foot 6 inches, he’s a bit shorter than I am, at 6 feet even.
We got situated onto the bench, Mick handed me his rifle for calibration, so I did so, then handed it back to him. Modern boresights made it incredibly easy to zero things, as it would calculate drop for whatever settings you could input into it, meaning you just put the crosshair on where it should land and you have an accurate shot for the conditions specified. Quite incredible if you ask me, somehow it just kinda…works. I’m certainly not complaining.
I went ahead and loaded up the magazine for Mick’s rifle. Despite its small stature, the SRS was still quite powerful. I configured it with the longest barrel, and put a .338 chamber and bolt in there, the highest caliber that would fit the time frame of the competition. Modern versions of the gun could be chambered in pretty much anything you want, but I prefer to stick within proper time periods for my builds. Sure, I could slap a cutting edge auto-zeroing, thermal, solar powered, auto range finding, perfectly accurate every time guaranteed scope on top of my Lee-Enfield from 1914, but what’s the fun in that? It looks awkward, is completely historically wrong, and wouldn’t help anyone that is already a good shooter anyway.
I signed up for the vintage challenge because of that specifically, it only allows rifles and attachments from before the 2030s, the latest time period I’d be invested in. It actually had some challenges, rather than being point and shoot.
“Hey Finn you there? You zoned out a little…”
“Oh, sorry, just thinkin.”
“No worries, I just wanna shoot my gun, and you’re kinda holding it right now.”
“Ah sorry, here.”
I handed the rifle back to him, and walked on over to the spotter scope I had left nearby. This device was a standalone scope that just sat on a tripod, had a 36x zoom (a bit more than we needed but that’s fine), and an angled viewport so you just had to take a look into it without bending down quite as far.
Our target was about 200 meters away, a solid long distance shot for most, but pretty easy with the right equipment.
“OK, you ready mick? Move the throw lever to a higher magnification so you can see what you're aiming at, the red target marked 200.”
“Got it, I see it.”
“Ok, wind is… 4 MPH to the left, aim just slightly right of center, up one notch from the crosshair.”
“Ok, I'm aiming, fire?”
“When ready!” Time to see how good mick’s exact shot placement is, the goal being the exact center of the target.
Mick squeezed his trigger, I felt the blast off to my left, and I watched the .338 tracer round fly through the air. Impact a bit high and to the right. Solid characteristics of a flinched shot, compounded by the fact that I watched him flinch when he pulled the trigger.
“Bud, you flinched it a little. It’s ok if you don’t hit dead center, ya know.”
“Sorry… just feels like I've got a lot of pressure over my head for some reason.”
“Hey, don’t apologize for nothing, save it for mistakes.” I paused for a moment to let it sink in. “Can you think of why you might have flinched?”
“Probably just that I have that streak of not missing once going, and I feel like I’ll lose that.”
“Alright then, lemme help.”
I scooted over, racked another round into his gun, and told him just to slam a round into the dirt under the target. Hopefully breaking the (frankly impressive) no misses streak he had going would stop him from flinching. I then told him to try again, the wind moved a little right this time, so I told him to hold one mill to the left.
Another puff of wind, another tracer flying downrange. The projectile slammed face first into the middle of the target, only off by about a quarter of an inch. Exactly where I wanted him to hit it, not perfect but still quite good.
“Nice shot, didn’t flinch it this time I see?”
“Oh wow, I'm surprised that it worked, are you always this skilled at reading people?”
“I am when they tell me what the problem is, such as you’ve done.”
“AH. Yea that would help.”
That’s another thing I like about Mick, he’s always incredibly honest. If he’s not hiding anything he’ll just outright say what’s wrong instead of so many other people who will carry on as if nothing’s wrong despite the fact that there’s a problematic thorn stuck in their side.
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After about 30 minutes of me practicing shot calling and Mick practicing his aim on further and further targets, it was time for the competition. It consisted of a speed shot contest, hit the 300 meter target 5 times quickly, the ‘White Feather’ shot, hit a 2 inch target from 500 meters, and the ‘Sniper Elite’ shot, a half-covered man size target from 1.5 kilometers away. Thankfully for that one it doesn’t matter where you hit him, as long as you do hit him.
The familiar whistle rang out, drawing the competitors away from their firearms and towards the instructors, here to tell us how the rules worked. I had heard (and delivered) this spiel so many times I knew it by heart, so I just tuned it out until he was done rambling. Mick listened intently, according to his ears, at least. Those ears gave a good indicator of the amount of attention he was paying to any given thing, for instance, if he was focused on the shot he was about to take I noticed he would sweep them backward, like a cat about to start bouncing off the walls, or when he was focusing on someone’s conversation they would angle forward slightly.
I was pulled from that train of thought when the instructor finished his explanation of the rules, and we were allowed to return to our tables to get ready for the competition ahead. I removed the magazine, press checked the chamber, and put a flag in for good measure. Mick followed suit, and we were ready to compete. I decided we wouldn’t be waiting too long this time, since we had been here before everyone else. I was going first, mick would be my spotter (thankfully he would only have to call out the wind, since I can handle rangefinding and elevation), then we would switch out for me as the spotter and Mick as the sniper, where I would have to tell him exactly where to aim on the crosshairs.
We were called forward to our bench, where the magic would begin. I laid out a few extra magazines in front of me, I was definitely going to need them for that 1500 shot, re-calibrated the rangefinder for mick, and set up the shot timer that we would both have to use. I was now ready to go, and was just waiting for the instructor to give me the go-ahead.
The instructor noticed that we were ready to go, so he began his usual lines. “Shooter ready? Standby…”
BEEP!
I quickly flipped the safety off, racked a round into the chamber, and began lining up for the speed shots. “Mick, what's the wind like?” I requested, with urgency.
“About… 2 miles leftward?”
I aimed ever so slightly to the right of the center of my target, and released the breath I was holding. Exhale, pause, squeeze slowly but surely… fire. Impact a fraction of a second later, half an inch off the center. Rack the bolt again, new round in the chamber, repeat. Aim, exhale… fire. Impact. Rack bolt, aim center, exhale… fire, impact.
This sequence repeated 2 more times, both shots landing in a very tight group around the center of the target. Next up was the ‘White feather’ shot, hitting a tiny, 2x2 target from extreme distance.
I threw the zoom lever on the scope to the right, adjust the zero to 500, request the windage.
“What’s the wind now?” I asked again. It had been long enough where the wind may have changed direction.
“6 miles per hour, slightly right but mostly parallel to the range, seems like.”
That meant I had to hold one dot left, aim slightly lower than the target due to the wind carrying it further than I could easily zero for. I place the target into the spot in my scope, hold my breath for a moment, exhale, hold… fire.
“Impact low, centered.” Mick called out. I had overcompensated for the wind’s carrying effect, so I had hit a bit low of the 2 inch wide target. Adjust so it’s on the line, still one mil dot to the left, exhale, hold… fire. The bullet did its thing, and impacted the little red circle. A simple, yet deceptively hard shot, even if you have accurate holds and an even more accurate rifle. Funnily enough, the guy who originally made the shot this competition was trying to emulate happened to be my great (x9) grandfather. Carlos Hathcock was notorious during the Vietnam war, gaining a bounty of over 30000 dollars just on him alone. Nobody managed to claim that bounty, fortunately, but many counter-snipers tried.
On one of those occasions, a sniper caught sight of him from roughly 500 meters away, leaving a notable glint from the reflection on the front of the scope. He then took aim at the flash, and fired his rifle, where the bullet went straight through the scope into the enemy sniper’s eye. A frankly insane shot, even under ideal conditions such as we have here. Thankfully, we only have to hit about half a playing card rather than a tiny, 1 inch wide tube.
Next was the ‘Sniper Elite’ shot, apparently named after an old video game about sniping, set during the second world war. At first I couldn’t see the target, 1.5 kilometers is quite an insane distance even for some of the more skilled shooters, such as myself. I had to spot the little flag flying next to it, then find it again within the magnified scope. I threw the magnification all the way up, ticked up the zero until it hit its maximum, 1000 meters. Seems the maker of this scope never expected anyone to try and throw a round more than a kilometer down range, but here I was doing it anyway.
“Mick, wind?” I asked, a bit too impatiently.
“Here it looks like… 7 MPH going perpendicular toward the right.”
“Thank you.” I said, hoping to make up for my impatience.
I placed my aim onto the target, aimed with the lowest mil on the scope, shift left 1 and a half, hold breath, exhale, hold… Fire!
I watched the tracer take its sweet time waltzing it’s way over yonder to the target. I could also see it impact the ground about a foot too low. I had to try again. I quickly racked the bolt, putting another .408 round into the chamber.
I aimed, then I pulled the zoom lever on the scope back to the left, zooming back out so I could see the other mils that were hidden under the eye box of the scope. It was exactly what I needed.
I placed the crosshair back on the target, raised it up a few mils until I was aiming the same way I was before, then lifted my point of aim another few inches up. If the wind hadn’t changed too much, this should hit roughly the center of the target.
Hold breath, exhale, hold… fire. The tracer flew through the air again, whacking itself straight into the center of the target.
A buzzer rang from behind us signaling the end of the run. 20 seconds for the speed shots, 30 for the scope shot, and another 25 for the long range. 75 seconds is enough to get full bonus points, plus a little penalty for missing twice, means that I get a score of 13, out of 15. Not bad, not bad at all.
We had a short break, where I set Mick's rifle up, showed him how to adjust for distance, and where the bullets should roughly land when accounting for wind and drop. Mick picked up how to do it quickly, as he seemed to do with anything I showed him, I wonder if he has some sort of neurodivergence? It doesn’t matter to me if he does, I just like having a friend around.
The instructor informed us that it was time for Mick to do his run. I handed Mick the magazines, and got set up behind the spotter scope. Both of us gave the signal for the instructor to begin his timing.
“Shooter ready? Standby…”
BEEP!
I watched as Mick quickly zeroed the scope for 300 meters, placed his aim onto the target, and let his round loose. As expected, smack dab in the middle. I was now just watching through the spotter scope, seeing the rounds hit and calling out if they did or not. “Hit!”
Mick cycled the bolt, throwing the empty case to the floor next to the stand where we were set up. He managed to keep the rifle stable on the target, so he barely had to adjust before sending another round directly on target. “Hit!”
This repeated another three times, fire, “hit!”, cycle. Mick’s aim was still impeccable, although that wasn’t saying much due to it only being a 300 meter shot. Mick redirected his aim over to the 2x2 inch target that was for the ‘White Feather’ shot. I watched him click the dial for distance over another 4 notches, zeroing for 500 meters.
I glanced over to the windage monitor, it proclaimed that the wind was going at 3 MPH to the right of the range. I calculated in my head that it would mean he would have to adjust to the left about half of a mil dot, so I relayed this to him. “About half a mil left, exactly on the middle crosshair line.
Mick flicked his ears in an affirmative gesture, and I saw the rifle nudge ever so slightly to the left. His shot impacted the middle of the target on its first trip downrange, even better than I did.
“HIT!”
Next up was that ‘Sniper Elite’ shot, a simple hit at 1500 meters was all you needed. Mick swung his aim over to the target, flicked the zoom all the way in, and rotated the zeroing to 1500. Fortunately for him, his scope actually went all the way out to 2000 meters, so he didn’t have to miss, then guesstimate like I had.
I once again glanced at the wind monitor, and it was practically nothing.
0.2 MPH.
The air was perfectly still (or as still as you could reasonably hope for) so there was no better opportunity than now for him to get this perfect shot off. “Dead center of the target, the wind’s stopped!”
Out of my peripheral vision, I see Mick holding his breath like I had, then slowly pulling the trigger. The rifle did it’s thing, a hammer falling into a striker, setting off a primer, deflagrating exactly 275 grains of gunpowder, propelling a single copper coated round down the barrel at 3000 feet per second, sending it off on the most textbook shot in the history of long range shooting, the bullet spiraled through the air, nearing closer to its destination every millisecond.
The wind decided to cooperate with us today, keeping itself stock still as the round sliced through the air, on a collision course with the exact center of the man sized silhouette target that sat at the end of the range.
I saw through the spotter scope, a bullet impact its target with an unparalleled level of luckiness, flattening itself against the steel of the target.
“FUCKIN HIT! NICE SHOT MICK!” I shouted, immediately standing up with my arm poised for the greatest high five any man or venlil had ever seen.
Mick had seen the bullet impact, but wasn’t quite as excited as I was. He still got up, noticing my excitement through those side facing eyes of his, then he raised his own paw, held it back, ready to slingshot it against mine.
The ultimately satisfying sound of a good high five soon followed, our hands (and paws) slapping together right at the palms, the force resonating loud enough to actually make the active hearing protection dampen it for us. The impressiveness of the shot was not to be undersold, and we were about to learn what mick’s score was.
The instructor walked over, then told us what his results were.
86 seconds, 15 points out of a total of 15, one bonus point for time, not counted due to an already perfect score. I could barely believe it, Mick was wagging his tail, the instructor even looked a little impressed. Mick had probably won it, or at least tied for first.
An hour or 2 later, all the other competitors had taken their shots. I ended up getting tied for 3rd, with one other competitor. I decided that I would give up whatever prize I would have gotten to the other guy, since I already won once today. The podium ceremony was next up, this time Mick was at the top of it. He got a voucher for a rifle again, like the guy that won the IPSC section, but he could also trade it in for about 1000 bucks of stuff from the equipment store. He got himself a plate carrier similar to mine, a nice faux leather holster (which now contained his pistol), and another pair of tactical pants, this time in tan-gray instead of the navy blue of the ones he won.
Our next and final competition was coming up soon, some sort of mix between Olympic and skeet shooting. Why they decided to combine both of those, I had no idea. Sounds fun anyway, so I’m not gonna question it.
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Author's note: Wow, this chapter took a lot less time than the rest of them. I'm gonna take a break from writing the main story for a little while, you should expect a prologue coming next, in my inconsistent as always timeframe.
Hope you enjoyed it, i'm gonna go to bed now. (I released this during finals week at midnight, wahoo!)
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Memory transcription subject: Finn Hathcock, S&R Volunteer, Gunsmith Date [Standardized Human Time]: November 17, 2136
With the awards ceremony out of the way, and my explanation of how the long range contest works out of the way, it was time to get to practicing our shots. My weapon of choice was a Cheytac M200 Intervention, a vintage rifle from the early 2000s. One of my personal favorites in the collection, it’s a piece with a lot of absolutely fascinating history, originally used by a Marine corps covert marksman, fighting in Ukraine. This thing has personally sent rounds through a few Russian commanders, denoted by the 7 tally marks on the side of the receiver. Sounds a little weird to be using a gun that has confirmed kills marked on the side, but that conflict happened over a century ago, so the blood has long cleared off its history in my eyes.
As a warmup, I would have to calibrate my spotting scope, and re-zero the scope that I had placed on the top of my rifle. It was a ‘relic’ by today’s standards, but it’s still a great scope for the time nonetheless. Mick was watching me extract the rifle from the case, where I then assembled it like an assassin would in a cheesy action movie. Snap the barrel to the receiver, slip the bipod on for good measure, extend the stock, slip the bolt into the chamber, and we’re good to go.
“What gun is that?’ Mick questioned. “I’ve never seen it before.”
“Ah, this is just my personal long range gun, an Intervention. Used to be super popular in video games of the 2000s, but now we’ve got much better options for taking out things at range.”
“That looks a bit too big for me to shoot, you got anything for me? I saw another couple boxes in the car, one of those has to be mine, right?”
He was right, I had got him one a little more suited to his size, and something else for later.
“You’re right, I did bring something for you,” I responded. I was quite excited to see what he thought of the little gun I got for him, although this one I wouldn’t be gifting to him right away. “Go grab the smallest thing out of the car, it should be labeled for you!”
I watched as he walked over to the car, his tail wagging behind him, as it usually did when we were messing around with firearms and stuff. I'm wondering if he got paired with me on purpose, since he seems to be the only venlil I know of interested in guns and engineering, just like I am.
Mick returned with his rifle, plopped it down onto the bench we would be shooting from, and extracted his rifle. A Desert Tech SRS-A2 sniper rifle. This little thing was a compact, hard hitting bolt action bullpup from, again, the early 2000s. Did I mention that’s my favorite time period for my guns? Anyway, this would be the perfect rifle for mick, since it actually fit his slightly smaller stature perfectly. At 5 foot 6 inches, he’s a bit shorter than I am, at 6 feet even.
We got situated onto the bench, Mick handed me his rifle for calibration, so I did so, then handed it back to him. Modern boresights made it incredibly easy to zero things, as it would calculate drop for whatever settings you could input into it, meaning you just put the crosshair on where it should land and you have an accurate shot for the conditions specified. Quite incredible if you ask me, somehow it just kinda…works. I’m certainly not complaining.
I went ahead and loaded up the magazine for Mick’s rifle. Despite its small stature, the SRS was still quite powerful. I configured it with the longest barrel, and put a .338 chamber and bolt in there, the highest caliber that would fit the time frame of the competition. Modern versions of the gun could be chambered in pretty much anything you want, but I prefer to stick within proper time periods for my builds. Sure, I could slap a cutting edge auto-zeroing, thermal, solar powered, auto range finding, perfectly accurate every time guaranteed scope on top of my Lee-Enfield from 1914, but what’s the fun in that? It looks awkward, is completely historically wrong, and wouldn’t help anyone that is already a good shooter anyway.
I signed up for the vintage challenge because of that specifically, it only allows rifles and attachments from before the 2030s, the latest time period I’d be invested in. It actually had some challenges, rather than being point and shoot.
“Hey Finn you there? You zoned out a little…”
“Oh, sorry, just thinkin.”
“No worries, I just wanna shoot my gun, and you’re kinda holding it right now.”
“Ah sorry, here.”
I handed the rifle back to him, and walked on over to the spotter scope I had left nearby. This device was a standalone scope that just sat on a tripod, had a 36x zoom (a bit more than we needed but that’s fine), and an angled viewport so you just had to take a look into it without bending down quite as far.
Our target was about 200 meters away, a solid long distance shot for most, but pretty easy with the right equipment.
“OK, you ready mick? Move the throw lever to a higher magnification so you can see what you're aiming at, the red target marked 200.”
“Got it, I see it.”
“Ok, wind is… 4 MPH to the left, aim just slightly right of center, up one notch from the crosshair.”
“Ok, I'm aiming, fire?”
“When ready!” Time to see how good mick’s exact shot placement is, the goal being the exact center of the target.
Mick squeezed his trigger, I felt the blast off to my left, and I watched the .338 tracer round fly through the air. Impact a bit high and to the right. Solid characteristics of a flinched shot, compounded by the fact that I watched him flinch when he pulled the trigger.
“Bud, you flinched it a little. It’s ok if you don’t hit dead center, ya know.”
“Sorry… just feels like I've got a lot of pressure over my head for some reason.”
“Hey, don’t apologize for nothing, save it for mistakes.” I paused for a moment to let it sink in. “Can you think of why you might have flinched?”
“Probably just that I have that streak of not missing once going, and I feel like I’ll lose that.”
“Alright then, lemme help.”
I scooted over, racked another round into his gun, and told him just to slam a round into the dirt under the target. Hopefully breaking the (frankly impressive) no misses streak he had going would stop him from flinching. I then told him to try again, the wind moved a little right this time, so I told him to hold one mill to the left.
Another puff of wind, another tracer flying downrange. The projectile slammed face first into the middle of the target, only off by about a quarter of an inch. Exactly where I wanted him to hit it, not perfect but still quite good.
“Nice shot, didn’t flinch it this time I see?”
“Oh wow, I'm surprised that it worked, are you always this skilled at reading people?”
“I am when they tell me what the problem is, such as you’ve done.”
“AH. Yea that would help.”
That’s another thing I like about Mick, he’s always incredibly honest. If he’s not hiding anything he’ll just outright say what’s wrong instead of so many other people who will carry on as if nothing’s wrong despite the fact that there’s a problematic thorn stuck in their side.
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After about 30 minutes of me practicing shot calling and Mick practicing his aim on further and further targets, it was time for the competition. It consisted of a speed shot contest, hit the 300 meter target 5 times quickly, the ‘White Feather’ shot, hit a 2 inch target from 500 meters, and the ‘Sniper Elite’ shot, a half-covered man size target from 1.5 kilometers away. Thankfully for that one it doesn’t matter where you hit him, as long as you do hit him.
The familiar whistle rang out, drawing the competitors away from their firearms and towards the instructors, here to tell us how the rules worked. I had heard (and delivered) this spiel so many times I knew it by heart, so I just tuned it out until he was done rambling. Mick listened intently, according to his ears, at least. Those ears gave a good indicator of the amount of attention he was paying to any given thing, for instance, if he was focused on the shot he was about to take I noticed he would sweep them backward, like a cat about to start bouncing off the walls, or when he was focusing on someone’s conversation they would angle forward slightly.
I was pulled from that train of thought when the instructor finished his explanation of the rules, and we were allowed to return to our tables to get ready for the competition ahead. I removed the magazine, press checked the chamber, and put a flag in for good measure. Mick followed suit, and we were ready to compete. I decided we wouldn’t be waiting too long this time, since we had been here before everyone else. I was going first, mick would be my spotter (thankfully he would only have to call out the wind, since I can handle rangefinding and elevation), then we would switch out for me as the spotter and Mick as the sniper, where I would have to tell him exactly where to aim on the crosshairs.
We were called forward to our bench, where the magic would begin. I laid out a few extra magazines in front of me, I was definitely going to need them for that 1500 shot, re-calibrated the rangefinder for mick, and set up the shot timer that we would both have to use. I was now ready to go, and was just waiting for the instructor to give me the go-ahead.
The instructor noticed that we were ready to go, so he began his usual lines. “Shooter ready? Standby…”
BEEP!
I quickly flipped the safety off, racked a round into the chamber, and began lining up for the speed shots. “Mick, what's the wind like?” I requested, with urgency.
“About… 2 miles leftward?”
I aimed ever so slightly to the right of the center of my target, and released the breath I was holding. Exhale, pause, squeeze slowly but surely… fire. Impact a fraction of a second later, half an inch off the center. Rack the bolt again, new round in the chamber, repeat. Aim, exhale… fire. Impact. Rack bolt, aim center, exhale… fire, impact.
This sequence repeated 2 more times, both shots landing in a very tight group around the center of the target. Next up was the ‘White feather’ shot, hitting a tiny, 2x2 target from extreme distance.
I threw the zoom lever on the scope to the right, adjust the zero to 500, request the windage.
“What’s the wind now?” I asked again. It had been long enough where the wind may have changed direction.
“6 miles per hour, slightly right but mostly parallel to the range, seems like.”
That meant I had to hold one dot left, aim slightly lower than the target due to the wind carrying it further than I could easily zero for. I place the target into the spot in my scope, hold my breath for a moment, exhale, hold… fire.
“Impact low, centered.” Mick called out. I had overcompensated for the wind’s carrying effect, so I had hit a bit low of the 2 inch wide target. Adjust so it’s on the line, still one mil dot to the left, exhale, hold… fire. The bullet did its thing, and impacted the little red circle. A simple, yet deceptively hard shot, even if you have accurate holds and an even more accurate rifle. Funnily enough, the guy who originally made the shot this competition was trying to emulate happened to be my great (x9) grandfather. Carlos Hathcock was notorious during the Vietnam war, gaining a bounty of over 30000 dollars just on him alone. Nobody managed to claim that bounty, fortunately, but many counter-snipers tried.
On one of those occasions, a sniper caught sight of him from roughly 500 meters away, leaving a notable glint from the reflection on the front of the scope. He then took aim at the flash, and fired his rifle, where the bullet went straight through the scope into the enemy sniper’s eye. A frankly insane shot, even under ideal conditions such as we have here. Thankfully, we only have to hit about half a playing card rather than a tiny, 1 inch wide tube.
Next was the ‘Sniper Elite’ shot, apparently named after an old video game about sniping, set during the second world war. At first I couldn’t see the target, 1.5 kilometers is quite an insane distance even for some of the more skilled shooters, such as myself. I had to spot the little flag flying next to it, then find it again within the magnified scope. I threw the magnification all the way up, ticked up the zero until it hit its maximum, 1000 meters. Seems the maker of this scope never expected anyone to try and throw a round more than a kilometer down range, but here I was doing it anyway.
“Mick, wind?” I asked, a bit too impatiently.
“Here it looks like… 7 MPH going perpendicular toward the right.”
“Thank you.” I said, hoping to make up for my impatience.
I placed my aim onto the target, aimed with the lowest mil on the scope, shift left 1 and a half, hold breath, exhale, hold… Fire!
I watched the tracer take its sweet time waltzing it’s way over yonder to the target. I could also see it impact the ground about a foot too low. I had to try again. I quickly racked the bolt, putting another .408 round into the chamber.
I aimed, then I pulled the zoom lever on the scope back to the left, zooming back out so I could see the other mils that were hidden under the eye box of the scope. It was exactly what I needed.
I placed the crosshair back on the target, raised it up a few mils until I was aiming the same way I was before, then lifted my point of aim another few inches up. If the wind hadn’t changed too much, this should hit roughly the center of the target.
Hold breath, exhale, hold… fire. The tracer flew through the air again, whacking itself straight into the center of the target.
A buzzer rang from behind us signaling the end of the run. 20 seconds for the speed shots, 30 for the scope shot, and another 25 for the long range. 75 seconds is enough to get full bonus points, plus a little penalty for missing twice, means that I get a score of 13, out of 15. Not bad, not bad at all.
We had a short break, where I set Mick's rifle up, showed him how to adjust for distance, and where the bullets should roughly land when accounting for wind and drop. Mick picked up how to do it quickly, as he seemed to do with anything I showed him, I wonder if he has some sort of neurodivergence? It doesn’t matter to me if he does, I just like having a friend around.
The instructor informed us that it was time for Mick to do his run. I handed Mick the magazines, and got set up behind the spotter scope. Both of us gave the signal for the instructor to begin his timing.
“Shooter ready? Standby…”
BEEP!
I watched as Mick quickly zeroed the scope for 300 meters, placed his aim onto the target, and let his round loose. As expected, smack dab in the middle. I was now just watching through the spotter scope, seeing the rounds hit and calling out if they did or not. “Hit!”
Mick cycled the bolt, throwing the empty case to the floor next to the stand where we were set up. He managed to keep the rifle stable on the target, so he barely had to adjust before sending another round directly on target. “Hit!”
This repeated another three times, fire, “hit!”, cycle. Mick’s aim was still impeccable, although that wasn’t saying much due to it only being a 300 meter shot. Mick redirected his aim over to the 2x2 inch target that was for the ‘White Feather’ shot. I watched him click the dial for distance over another 4 notches, zeroing for 500 meters.
I glanced over to the windage monitor, it proclaimed that the wind was going at 3 MPH to the right of the range. I calculated in my head that it would mean he would have to adjust to the left about half of a mil dot, so I relayed this to him. “About half a mil left, exactly on the middle crosshair line.
Mick flicked his ears in an affirmative gesture, and I saw the rifle nudge ever so slightly to the left. His shot impacted the middle of the target on its first trip downrange, even better than I did.
“HIT!”
Next up was that ‘Sniper Elite’ shot, a simple hit at 1500 meters was all you needed. Mick swung his aim over to the target, flicked the zoom all the way in, and rotated the zeroing to 1500. Fortunately for him, his scope actually went all the way out to 2000 meters, so he didn’t have to miss, then guesstimate like I had.
I once again glanced at the wind monitor, and it was practically nothing.
0.2 MPH.
The air was perfectly still (or as still as you could reasonably hope for) so there was no better opportunity than now for him to get this perfect shot off. “Dead center of the target, the wind’s stopped!”
Out of my peripheral vision, I see Mick holding his breath like I had, then slowly pulling the trigger. The rifle did it’s thing, a hammer falling into a striker, setting off a primer, deflagrating exactly 275 grains of gunpowder, propelling a single copper coated round down the barrel at 3000 feet per second, sending it off on the most textbook shot in the history of long range shooting, the bullet spiraled through the air, nearing closer to its destination every millisecond.
The wind decided to cooperate with us today, keeping itself stock still as the round sliced through the air, on a collision course with the exact center of the man sized silhouette target that sat at the end of the range.
I saw through the spotter scope, a bullet impact its target with an unparalleled level of luckiness, flattening itself against the steel of the target.
“FUCKIN HIT! NICE SHOT MICK!” I shouted, immediately standing up with my arm poised for the greatest high five any man or venlil had ever seen.
Mick had seen the bullet impact, but wasn’t quite as excited as I was. He still got up, noticing my excitement through those side facing eyes of his, then he raised his own paw, held it back, ready to slingshot it against mine.
The ultimately satisfying sound of a good high five soon followed, our hands (and paws) slapping together right at the palms, the force resonating loud enough to actually make the active hearing protection dampen it for us. The impressiveness of the shot was not to be undersold, and we were about to learn what mick’s score was.
The instructor walked over, then told us what his results were.
86 seconds, 15 points out of a total of 15, one bonus point for time, not counted due to an already perfect score. I could barely believe it, Mick was wagging his tail, the instructor even looked a little impressed. Mick had probably won it, or at least tied for first.
An hour or 2 later, all the other competitors had taken their shots. I ended up getting tied for 3rd, with one other competitor. I decided that I would give up whatever prize I would have gotten to the other guy, since I already won once today. The podium ceremony was next up, this time Mick was at the top of it. He got a voucher for a rifle again, like the guy that won the IPSC section, but he could also trade it in for about 1000 bucks of stuff from the equipment store. He got himself a plate carrier similar to mine, a nice faux leather holster (which now contained his pistol), and another pair of tactical pants, this time in tan-gray instead of the navy blue of the ones he won.
Our next and final competition was coming up soon, some sort of mix between Olympic and skeet shooting. Why they decided to combine both of those, I had no idea. Sounds fun anyway, so I’m not gonna question it.
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Author's note: Wow, this chapter took a lot less time than the rest of them. I'm gonna take a break from writing the main story for a little while, you should expect a prologue coming next, in my inconsistent as always timeframe.
Hope you enjoyed it, i'm gonna go to bed now. (I released this during finals week at midnight, wahoo!)
2023.06.07 05:19 markedmeup [WTS] 509T bundlee, Mcx rail, sig msr, slk, sig FH
Timestamp: https://imgur.com/a/M9AwNOg
Some excess stuff I’m not using
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Some excess stuff I’m not using
509T in red, comes with dpp mos plate and an arisaka offset for it $399 obo- Sig msr in red $75
- Grey mcx rail $99
- Sig fh 5/8 thread 30 cal $40
- Slk $40
2023.06.07 05:18 JoeyNoFunBags 210k miles V8 4runner
 | Lots of new stuff for her. Only had her for less than a year. Hit the skid plate twice already, so I'm starting with a 3-inch lift from Rough Country submitted by JoeyNoFunBags to 4Runner [link] [comments] |
2023.06.07 05:07 Any-Plankton-4542 Two daily parking pass for SFU BBY campus expiring on June 9th - $6.5 each/ $11 for 2
 | Hello folks, I just realized today that I still have two daily parking pass for SFU BBY campus that are expiring on June 9th. I purchased the Flexpass package a year (minus 3 days) ago from Honk Mobile, 10 day pass for $65 before tax. The redemption will be through the Honk Mobile, only your #license plate is needed, and can redeem for upcoming days in advance. Once it's redeemed, will remain effective until 11:59pm of the day. You can see the screenshots for details. submitted by Any-Plankton-4542 to simonfraser [link] [comments] Feel free to PM me if you are interested. $6.5 each/ $11 for two. E-transfer only thank you :) PS: Maybe we can communicate with SFU email to add some credibility? to the transaction? L.O.L https://preview.redd.it/4of95vm1ki4b1.png?width=1170&format=png&auto=webp&s=8ae9b42d2960a3180bd346efa51c7b34f8fdaf90 https://preview.redd.it/hlft4zm1ki4b1.jpg?width=1170&format=pjpg&auto=webp&s=5d1ee9c21c52c041e6989235ce6ca22756ebb6f5 https://preview.redd.it/v6fly1n1ki4b1.png?width=1170&format=png&auto=webp&s=643548968eb24d2d36fae98f91ac6362014b67e9 https://preview.redd.it/l4m51um1ki4b1.png?width=1170&format=png&auto=webp&s=6da980309a5a29f7022525df0c054dbcdd45ffed |
2023.06.07 04:53 NundeeNic Aggression?
 | To preface, I’ve had my created gecko since he was a baby. I’ve had him for about 3 years now and handle him regularly. He’s never shown any signs of aggression. I just upgraded him to a Bioactive tank about a week ago. The day of, moving him into his new tank he bit me really good, tearing my skin open but not drawing blood. I did notice he was fired at that time. Well one week later, he is still often darker in color and lunges at me anytime my hand is near him, even just to change his food or water bowl. Is this normal? Does he not feel safe in his new enclosure? submitted by NundeeNic to bioactive [link] [comments] I’m going to try to add more pothos up higher so that he has more hiding spots. I’m thinking he just doesn’t have as much coverage as before maybe? Any input I’d appreciated. The video is of him exploring the first day |
2023.06.07 04:50 Chemical_Rub6986 Pothos root rot?
 | My pothos that has been rooting for weeks is developing what looks like root rot. I change the water every 3 days and use room temp purified water. I also mist it regularly and it gets lots of indirect sunlight. I have read online that they do enjoy a liquid fertilizer so I was planning on starting that. I also was going to get a bubble stone to aerate the roots. Do I need to cut these off? I waited so long for roots to start sprouting I don’t want my cutting to die before I get to plant it 😭😭😭 submitted by Chemical_Rub6986 to plantclinic [link] [comments] |
2023.06.07 04:43 DipDipHorray Help! I’ve been seeing someone who has two partners and figuring out how we all fit together.
I’ve been seeing someone for a little over 3 months now that has two partners.
Partner A seems to like me a lot and we’ve spent time alone which feels good. Partner B has been cold. When PB asked him if we were in a relationship he said no, that we are still getting to know one another and that his plate is full so another partner sounds difficult.
He’s been trying to avoid labels but says he wants more, and that he feels like our relationship together is “quickly evolving.”
When I asked him what he wanted us to be he asked me to look up some names for non-monogamous relationships and for us to decide together.
I’m feeling a bit confused as to how to navigate this. Any constructive thoughts?
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Partner A seems to like me a lot and we’ve spent time alone which feels good. Partner B has been cold. When PB asked him if we were in a relationship he said no, that we are still getting to know one another and that his plate is full so another partner sounds difficult.
He’s been trying to avoid labels but says he wants more, and that he feels like our relationship together is “quickly evolving.”
When I asked him what he wanted us to be he asked me to look up some names for non-monogamous relationships and for us to decide together.
I’m feeling a bit confused as to how to navigate this. Any constructive thoughts?