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Overcoming the Challenges of Adopting IE4 PMSMs in Industrial Applications

The Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor (PMSM) Market refers to the market for a type of electric motor that uses permanent magnets to generate its magnetic field, instead of using electric currents like traditional induction motors.

Pros and cons of the IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor Market:

IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors (PMSMs) offer several advantages over traditional motors, including:

Energy Efficiency

High Reliability

Versatility

Improved Performance

Low Noise and Vibration

Cost-Effective

Eco-Friendly

These advantages make IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors an attractive option for industrial and commercial applications, and the demand for these motors is expected to grow in the future.

However, IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors (PMSMs) also have some disadvantages, including:

High Initial Cost

Limited Production Capacity

Complex Design

Need for Specialized Skills

Sensitivity to Power Quality

Compatibility with Existing Systems

These disadvantages need to be considered when evaluating the adoption of IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors.

Growth factors for the market for IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors:

IE4 is a specific class of PMSM that has even higher energy efficiency, making them suitable for high-efficiency applications. The market for IE4 PMSM is expected to grow as countries adopt more stringent energy efficiency regulations and as the demand for energy-efficient motor systems increases.

The IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor Market is driven by several factors and trends. The increasing demand for energy-efficient products and the need to reduce greenhouse gas emissions is driving the adoption of IE4 PMSMs, which are highly efficient and consume less energy.

Moreover, the increasing demand for smart motors, which offer advanced features such as real-time monitoring and control, is driving the growth of the IE4 PMSM market. the increasing adoption of renewable energy sources such as wind and solar power is driving the demand for IE4 PMSMs, as they are used in the generators and inverters of these systems.

Assessment of the Market for IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors:

The scope of study for the IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor Market typically includes a comprehensive analysis of the market size, segmentation, trends, growth drivers, challenges, and competitive landscape. The study provides a detailed overview of the market, including historical data and forecast projections for the next few years. It covers various aspects of the market, including production, consumption, imports and exports, and pricing.

The market is typically segmented based on different parameters such as application, end-use industry, region, and others. The study also provides a detailed analysis of the key players operating in the market, including their financial performance, product offerings, and market strategies.

Market leaders for IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors:

The report is aimed at providing a comprehensive understanding of the market to help stakeholders make informed business decisions.

Some of the major market players include ABB, Danfoss, KSB SE & Co. KGaA, Fuji Electric Co., Ltd., KAESER KOMPRESSOREN, Altra Industrial Motion Corp., Kienle + Spiess GmbH, Bharat Bijlee, ANHUI WANNAN ELECTRIC MACHINE CO., LTD., NORD Drive Systems, Lafert, CG Global, OEMER, Merkes GmbH, Toshiba Corporation, Weg S.A., Hitachi Ltd., O.M.E. Motori Elettrici s.r.l., VEM Group, Nidec, and Siemens AG among others.

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Market Hurdles for IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors:

The COVID-19 pandemic has impacted the IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor (PMSM) market in several ways. During the initial stages of the pandemic, many factories and production facilities were shut down, leading to a slowdown in demand for motors, including IE4 PMSMs. The supply chain disruptions also resulted in production disruptions and higher costs for raw materials.

However, as the pandemic situation stabilized and economies started to recover, the demand for energy-efficient motor systems, including IE4 PMSMs, has increased. This is due to the growing awareness of the need for energy efficiency and sustainability, as well as government initiatives to support the adoption of energy-efficient technologies.

Henceforth, while the COVID-19 pandemic has had a short-term impact on the IE4 PMSM market, the long-term demand is expected to remain strong, and the market is expected to continue to grow in the future. The market faces several other challenges, including; high cost, lack of standardization, technical complexity, compatibility with existing infrastructure, competition from alternative technologies, etc.

Despite these challenges, the growing demand for energy-efficient motor systems and the need to reduce energy costs is expected to drive the growth of the IE4 PMSM market in the future.

Regional Overview of the Market for IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motors:

The IE4 Permanent Magnet Synchronous Motor (PMSM) market is a global market, with manufacturers and suppliers located in different regions around the world.

The Asia-Pacific region is a major market for IE4 PMSMs, driven by the large population and rapidly growing economies in countries such as China, India, and Japan.

Europe is also a significant market for IE4 PMSMs, driven by the high level of industrialization and the presence of several leading manufacturers in the region.

North America is a growing market for IE4 PMSMs, driven by the increasing demand for energy-efficient technologies and the presence of several leading manufacturers in the region.

The rest of the world, including South America, Africa, and the Middle East, are also expected to be significant markets for IE4 PMSMs in the future, driven by the increasing demand for energy-efficient technologies in these regions.

In conclusion, the IE4 PMSM market is a global market, with significant demand from different regions around the world. The market is expected to continue to grow in the future, driven by the increasing demand for energy-efficient technologies and the need to reduce energy costs.

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anexahomeappliances · 1 year

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ANEXA Cooler motor is best for your cooler. It comes with 100% Fresh copper and a cell cover which is best for the motor. It's compatible with all cooler. This motor can run normally on Inverter also, it's with Double ball bearings,

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nozomiotomoif · 2 years

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seeingivy · 9 months

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donuts

megumi fushiguro x f!reader

content: IMPLIED MANGA SPOILERS, hormonal pregnant reader, dad!megs, gojo being a dad to megumi

an: dad gojo this, dad gojo that. WHAT ABOUT DAD MEGUMI. anyways im sick and I am 90% sure I have covid but alas I spit this out before I study. it's like a reward.

recently, megumi has been letting things happen.

and by recently, he means two years ago, when his little star boy was born. or even at large, five years ago, when he met you, his sun. an fellow sorcerer who he easily fell for, like it was something inevitable. something necessary, involuntary even - like it was the air he breathed or his heart beating.

and since then he’s been letting things happen. he’s been letting gojo come around - so that he can spend time with ash. so that ash can have a grandfather, not that megumi would ever say that out loud.

he lets nobara and yuuji spoil him rotten, lets maki teach him self-defense (which is just swatting at this point), and yuuta explain the rules of chess to him for hours even though ash barely has coordinated motor functions.

he lets things happen. especially when ash asks him, the pouty face that he’s entirely gotten from you pressed on his face. like today, when he feels a little fist tugging on the end of his shirt.

“yes, ash?”

“i want donuts.”

megumi squints, like he’s questioning him. every bit his son, ash has fully inherited the full breadth of megumi’s dna - dark hair, green eyes. but every one of his expressions, those are all all you.

“ash.”

“yes?”

“do you want donuts or does mommy want donuts?”

ash stands there for a few seconds, deep in thought, before answering.

“sticky wants donuts!”

megumi sighs, picking him up and dragging him out of the room with him, to find the culprit of this entire plot - you. that deliberation means that ash was trying to remember what it was you had told him. and truly, only you would use his unborn daughter against him.

he finds you splayed on the couch, a heating pad pressed into the small of your back, as you talk, directed down to your stomach to tsumiki. or sticky, as ash calls her since he can’t pronounce all the syllables just yet.

“megs?”

“yeah?”

“i thought of a name for her.”

megumi leans against the counter, half turned away from you, where he watches gojo and ash snuggled up on the couch, ash excitedly explaining the plot of his current favorite movie to gojo. gojo’s all too absorbed, though he does get offended every time ash says that elsa is cooler than him. and even more offended that when gojo calls elsa pretty, ash says that elsa would never like him.

“well. ash is our little star boy. his name is perfect for him. and you’re my blessing so megumi is perfect for you. but our little girl-”

you reach forward for his hand, placing it on top of your teeny tiny bump, which just started protruding, as you squeeze his hand.

“she’s precious. she’s our only girl and, and she’s so gentle already. ash was a little heathen, always kicking and excited in there. but she’s so soft, i already know she’s special. she should have a name that reflects that.”

megumi reaches up, cupping the side of your face, where tears are now sprouting out of your eyes. one of megumi’s favorite things about you being pregnant, besides the disgusting concoctions you eat because of your cravings, is this. your out of whack hormones that have your lip jutting out, that little whiny, cute pout he fell in love with on your face at all times.

“what’s the name, sweetheart?”

“tsumiki.” you whispers.

you look up at his green eyes, wide and filled with an emotion that you can’t quite discern. and you can feel the immediate panic at the reaction and try to backtrack as fast as you can. surely, he’s simmering with rage under there.

why would you name your daughter after his dead sister?

“megs. i-i just thought it would be nice because i never got to meet her and i know she was special to you. i’m not saying she’s replacing her, but i just-”

megumi puts his hand on your mouth, his finger brushing across your soft lips, as he pushes you into his embrace, hugging so hard he’s sure even the baby, tsumiki, must be feeling it. he holds you there for a while, not saying much, as his hands rub into the small of your back.

and you wait for it, because you know megumi like the back of your hand. touch first, words second. and right on cue, minutes later, you hear it, the soft whisper on your skin that makes your cheeks burn.

“my tsumiki would have really loved you, you know that?”

you look up from the conversation you were having with tsumiki - telling her that she always has to side with you and ash instead of megumi - to find him standing there, glaring at you.

“hello, love of my life.” you say, tapping the spot on the couch next to you.

megumi takes the seat, trying to hide the smile on his face, as he gives you a suspicious look. he places a kiss to your temple before placing his hand over your bump, something he does every time he walks into the room. it’s his way of saying hello to her.

“sweetheart.”

“yes, megs?”

“ash is telling me that sticky wants donuts.”

“stickyyy does want donuts. and ash does too.” you respond, giving him your best smile.

“you know, if you want something from me, you don’t have to use my son and my unborn child against me to get it.”

“how dare you bring tsumiki into this. she wants donuts, that’s why i’m craving them. take it up with her.”

ash crawls into the space between you two, resting his head in your lap and his legs in megumi’s as he reaches forward to tickle his sides, eliciting a screaming laugh from ash who is begging him to stop. you smack megumi’s hands off, running your hands through ash’s dark black locks as he calms down and looking at megumi. you pinch ash’s side a little, giving him a non-discrete wink.

“daddy. I really want donuts.”

“oh im sure you do ash. i’ll go get them” megumi responds, swinging his legs off and standing up.

“can i come?” ash asks, excitedly wrapping his hands around his knees.

“buddy. it’s nap time. you have to sleep.”

ash juts his lower lip out, mustering the frowniest face he can, as his little green eyes look up into megumi’s. and of course, he immediately gives in, because he can never say no to his little star boy.

“fine. get your shoes.”

ash turns excitedly to you, giving you a grinning smile.

“did i do good, mama?”

“perfect, star boy. just like i taught you.”

ash excitedly runs off as megumi gives you a soul crushing glare, which you pointedly ignore. the two of them shuffle out of the apartment, the smile spreading across your face as you watch megumi swing ash onto his back to close the door.

an hour later, megumi walks into his apartment to find you, yuuji, nobara, and gojo on his couch. the three of you are crouched over the table and he can see that your face is all pink, surely from crying.

ash runs into the apartment, taking turns giving everyone a big hug, before climbing into gojo’s lap, and reaching up to play with gojo’s hair. megumi sets the box of donuts down and takes the seat next to you, wiping the wetness away on your cheek.

“hi y/n.” he whispers.

“h-hi megs.” you whisper back, interlocking your hands with his to squish.

he smiles as he reaches for the box of donuts, equipping you with the maple bar he knows you’ve been craving, as he watches you nearly inhale it in five seconds.

“god. you’re like a vacuum.” nobara says, a horrified look on her face.

“s-not me. miki.” you respond, now pounding through your donut.

“are you really blaming it on your unborn daughter?” nobara asks.

“she blames everything on her. yesterday, she made me come all the way out here just to hand her the remote because it was too far away. claimed that the baby really wanted to see me at that second.” megumi deadpans, earning laughs from the group of them.

“she did.” you respond, defensively.

megumi leans his arm against the back of where you’re sitting, twisting one of your locks of hair in his fingers. he looks over at the table to find an array of colorful ribbons on the table, which he’s sure is the culprit of your crying since the baby section at target always works you up.

“what’s that?” he asks.

“nobara and yuuji gifted us a ribbon set for the baby. we can use it when tsumiki’s hair gets long, do little ponytails in her hair and put cute little ribbons in them.” you respond.

megumi can feel his throat constricting at the thought of it, the wave of emotions that have been resurfacing lately reaching his cheeks. he gives gojo a look and you a kiss on the cheek, before he stands up and heads to the kitchen, focused on brewing a cup of coffee for himself.

you frown as you watch him walk away, nobara and yuuji halfheartedly asking him if he’s okay as he waves them off. you turn to gojo, giving him an inquisitive look, as gojo places ash in between nobara and yuuji.

“is he okay?” you whisper.

“let me talk to him first.” he responds, giving you a reassuring smile. you watch gojo run off behind him, the two of them leaning against the counter as they talk in hushed voices.

“it’s the ribbons isn’t it?” gojo asks, watching ash play rock paper scissors with an overly enthusiastic yuuji from afar.

megumi doesn’t respond, instead focusing on stirring the spoon through the coffee he freshly brewed.

of course, it’s the ribbons.

after gojo took tsumiki and megumi in, megumi made it a point to not ask gojo for much. a facet of his childhood stubbornness, of course. though gojo was more than willing to throw his money in any direction, megumi was in no part receptive to that. except in april, when tsumiki’s birthday came around.

after watching her stare at ribbons in windows as they passed, complimenting strangers on the train on how pretty ribbons looked in ponytails, megumi made it a point that when he could, he would buy them for her. god forbid, she would never get them for herself.

so he asked gojo, awkwardly knocked on his door well after bedtime and shyly asked. and of course, gojo never disappoints, buying every color, array, fabric of ribbons for tsumiki to wear in her hair to school now. and he watched her do it a hundred times - the satisfied smile she gave herself in the mirror every time it fell perfectly before walking away.

and the thought of watching his daughter, being the one putting the ribbons in her hair and getting that little smile on her face, is too much for megumi at the current moment.

“don’t ask dumb questions, gojo.” he responds.

he turns around to face the same way as gojo now, watching the four of you have the most intense rock paper scissors battle he’s seen yet. granted, you’re all letting ash win but trying to predict his moves gets more difficult as time goes on.

“did y/n tell you what we’re naming her?” megumi asks.

“no.”

“tsumiki.” he responds, not missing the soft smile on gojo’s face.

gojo smiles, squeezing megumi’s shoulder. one of the nice things about megumi becoming a father is that he finally understands gojo’s frustrations. of what it feels like to see your kids in pain and not being able to do anything about it.

“not my idea, by the way. all y/n.”

gojo focuses in on you, on how you look over and give megumi a big smile which he returns, before focusing back on ash.

“i guess these things always have a way of working themselves out, megumi.”

“what do you mean?”

gojo inhales, twisting his sunglasses in his fingers before placing them in his pocket.

“tsumiki always had a way of reading your mind. every time you and i would argue, she was always the one who soothed you down and not me. i-i was never really good at that. and you lost her but you got y/n. and she does it for you now. ash does too. i-it just worked out megs, that’s all.”

and megumi looks over - at his sun, his star boy, and soon to be the most precious thing he’s ever had. and he knows that gojo is right. That he’s been letting things happen lately, because that insurmountable heaviness that’s been on his chest for years has finally been lifted. that it’s there, but he can breathe through it now.

not that he would ever tell gojo. he'll just enjoy a donut with his coffee instead.

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wheelsgoroundincircles · 1 month

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1930 Ford Highboy Coupe

There’s always lots of detail work with any build and this ’30 Ford highboy coupe is no exception. Look closely and you will find Craftworks Fabrication handmade steel motor mounts. The license plate and valve covers were painted by Jeremy Seanor of Luckystrike Designs. He also painted all the accompanying engine and tranny parts. The powdercoat was handled by Pittsburgh Powder Coat while the chrome plating was conducted by Jon Wright’s Custom Chrome Plating.

The chassis is comprised of a Roadster Shop custom frame that was stepped, stretched, and features contoured ’32 Ford-style framerails. It was also then boxed, capped, and has hole punch flared front framehorns. From here the frame is outfitted with a Super Bell 4-inch drop, drilled and plated I-beam axle, low-profile monoleaf spring with Ridetech tubular shocks paired to custom-made drilled billet radius rods from Johnson’s Hot Rod Shop. Steering falls to the Flaming River box and a LimeWorks Hot Rod column topped with a four-spoke Billet Specialties Sprint Car–style leather-wrapped wheel. In back there’s a Currie 9-inch rearend outfitted with 3.70 gears, 31-spline axles, QA1 coilovers, a Pete & Jakes Panhard bar, and a parallel four-link setup. Braking is a combination of disc/drum front to rear. The forward braking dark gray–painted Wilwood Dynalite calipers are neatly hidden behind the Pete & Jakes finned backing plates. While in back the 9-inch is outfitted with 11-inch brakes, this time hidden beneath the SO-CAL Speed Shop finned drums all the while the chassis rides on a full set of 16-inch Dayton wire wheels wrapped with Coker/Excelsior rubber measuring 5.50R16 in front and 7.00R18 in the back.

All hot rods have something fun settled between the ’rails and beneath the hood (well if they have a hood). In the case of our ’30 Ford highboy coupe it sure appears to be a vintage Ford Y-block but after more than a cursory look we begin to see the telltale signs that there’s something more. Indeed, while it may look like a Ford it truly is a 376-inch LSX iron block, with aluminum heads and ARP studs, plus adapter-equipped small-block Ford (Windsor) valve covers all from Don Hardy Race Cars and then assembled by Talik and Marc Mullin. The intake is an Edelbrock LS dual quad with a pair of Thunder AVS EnduraShine carbs dressed in OTB air cleaners. Delivering the gas from the Tanks stainless reservoir is an Earl’s Performance billet fuel pump. More engine accessories include an MSD 6AL box to go along with the MSD billet Ford small-block distributor that functions through a timing cover adapter from Chevrolet Performance all the while using an MSD coil and Lokar vintage plug wires. Powermaster also supplied the alternator and starter, the battery is an XS Power AGM, and a Wegner Motorsports water pump is used as well as a Wegner front accessory drive unit. This 500-plus hp V-8 utilizes custom headers made at Craftworks Fabrication based on Ultimate Headers LS header flanges. The pseudo-Ford small-block is backed up to a TCI StreetFighter 700-R4 with a 2,800-stall speed converter operated by a Lokar shifter. The trans cooler comes by way of Derale Performance and moves the power through a 3-inch-diameter custom-made driveshaft.

#Ford Highboy Coupe #Ford Highboy #Ford #car #cars #street rod #hot rod

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heartfullofleeches · 11 months

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Imagine vanilla triplets with a thembo reader who just thinks they're dating one person

So hot-

Days like this you could truly appreciate your partner's frosty exterior. It goes without saying that dating a humanoid made of everyone's favorite frozen treat and the events leading up to your relationship were beyond bizarre, but at this point and heat you didn't really care to ask anymore questions. You laid in bed with your icy lover at your side, their fingers in your mouth and towels placed beneath them - fans centered on the both of you. Like with most things, you didn't question where they managed to find so many devices and simply appreciated their efforts to keep you and themselves warm. They were as sweet as they tasted - when they wanted to be.

With a gentle pat to your jaw, they motion for you to bite down as they sit up - kissing your cheek as their finger is severed; growing back almost immediately. "Those ice packs should be frozen by now. If you still wanna nibble on me it's best if I go grab them.

You lick the ice cream stain in the print of a kiss off your cheek, groaning at the lose of your personal cooler. "Hurry back."

A giggle.

"Cute.. I'll be back before you know it."

You sink into your pillow as they leave. Even with fans surrounding you at full power, life without your creamy companion was agony. Every second that ticked by felt like your skin was melting into your sheets. You'd be a puddle before they returned - which was quite ironic considering their typing. Weight settles at the end of your bed, cool air crawling up your body and skin as the weight shifts upwards. You open your eyes as cream hits your cheek - a snicker painted on your lover's lips as they lower their body to yours.

"Poor babe. Practically wasting away.... Want me to make you feel better?"

You faintly nod, exhausted of all motor functions.

"A "yes please" would've been nice."

Starting at your neck, the ice cream fiend licks up your sweaty skin under their tongue reaches your lips and presses heavy against them - a ring of white coating as the faux slips through. The shutter you feel as they sample your flesh jolts through your teeth, but you could hardly care. You taste the salt of your skin briefly before it melts into their natural flavor. It was different from you remembered. Thicker, more savory and bold with that sweet undertone. You noticed the difference before, but true to your motto you never really brought it up. You really couldn't at the time with their tongue and cream filling your mouth and throat.

You whine as they break. "Don't worry, love. I'll be back shortly with a little surprise. Tell me, cherries or sprinkles?"

"Whatever."

"Got it." With one more sweet kiss, they hop out of bed - skipping out the door. Almost as soon as they leave, the cold metal of spoon hits your bottom lip.

"Y/n? I'm making you a sundae, but I wanted to know if you'd like it before I wasted all the ingredients. Open?"

You do as told. The ice cream, again, has changed consistency. Lighter, and more delicate in flavor - blended with the syrup and natural sweeteners they threw in.

"Do you like it?...."

You raise a thumb. They cover their mouth to muffle their cries of glee.

"Ah! I'm so happy, I could cry... I'll go finish right away!"

Once again - you're alone. The sunlight bleeds through the cracks of the currents and upon your scent body. You cry, "I'm gonna die."

The light fades; the rip of duct tape sealing its fact. Cool air joins your right and you sigh in content - joined by that same air on your left. Soon enough, the cold completely envelopes you as a body settles in your lap - a head on your right arm and hands wrapped around your left.

"Wait a minute-" Your eyes peel open. Three ice cream people. One in your lap and two at your sides. The one sitting on you squeaks at your puzzled expression, hair hiding their frantic eyes and freckles you never noticed until this angle. In actuality, the speckles littered their entire body. The one to your right hand their hair braided down, and the other a wild mane. You for some reason just thought they liked to change their hair style frequently. You look to your left.

"Nilla?"

They shake their head, plucking a cherry stem off their tongue as they point over at your right. "That's Nilla. I'm Vani."

You look up. "You?"

They play with the spoon in the glass they hold. "Bean...."

"So, wait - there's three of you?"

Nilla shrugs. "We were sure you knew considering you didn't bring it up. Is this an issue with you?"

"Not really... if you guys don't have a problem with me not being able to tell the difference between your flavors."

"We're willing to look past it so long as there's no other flavors or humans in your life.

"Don't think we'll have a problem with that first one, and we'll tackle that second thing when I'm not five seconds from death."

Bean offers you their spoon. "P-please don't die! Here, eat this?"

Vani hugs your arm tighter. "I'm sure they'd prefer something more from the heart - or the tongue."

"S-stop being gross.. Y/n, which would you like more?"

Your mouth is to busy nursing another of Nilla's fingers to reply.

"Y/n!"

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836e7836784e · 9 months

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greazyfloz · 1 year

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Hiii!! I love ur writing especially for quinn and I was just wondering if u could write one where he's complaining to jack or elias or anyone about y/n being clingy and she gets upset and starts to distance herself from him? ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Angst: 14. “Do you even love me anymore? w/Quinn Hughes

Promise

It’s been two weeks since I got to the lake house. I’m only hear for a couple more days as I have to go back to work. Quinn and I spend mostly the whole day together but it’s nice just being able to relax.

Quinn and I along with his two brothers were lounging by the pool as we wait for his parents to get back home because they wanted to go on the boat today. I lay on the same lounger as Quinn as he has his arm around me keeping me close to his side and he traces shapes on my arms.

“I’m going to get some tanning lotion, I’ll be right back” I say leaning in giving Quinn a kiss before going in the house to find it.

I look in the first floor bathroom thinking I left it there but cannot find it so I make my way upstairs. I look in Quinn’s room next thinking I may have packed it and there it was. Before turning out to walk back outside I hear Jack’s voice through the window that Quinn usually leaves open over night to let the cooler summer air in while we sleep.

“So how are you two doing?” I hear Jack ask Quinn and I look down out the window to hear Quinn’s answer. His answer was far from what I was expecting though

“Love the girl but I need some space to breathe. I feel suffocated by her always having to be attached to me” I hear Quinn say then watch him look behind him at the back door to make sure I’m not coming out.

I don’t really want to listen to him anymore. I put the lotion back in my bag and grab one of my cover ups ,since the cover up I was planning to wear on the boat was just one of Quinn’s t shirts, before making my way back outside.

I made my way over to the loungers and lay on the one on the other side of Jack since Quinn was in the middle lounger between his two brothers. “You didn’t need help rubbing your lotion?” Quinn asks me and Jack looks over at me

“Couldn’t find it” I lied not looking back at the two guys looking over at me.

It wasn’t long before Ellen and Jim arrive back at the house and everyone stands up expressing how eager they were for them to get back home so they could finally go out. I stand and put my cover up on leaving Quinn’s shirt on the lounger he was laying in before following everyone down to the boat

Jack was driving which meant the two empty seats were either beside Quinn or between Luke and Ellen. I sit beside Quinn because I didn’t want to be too obvious that I was upset.

As we busted out Quinn wrapped his arm around my shoulder but I turned my head looking out further in the water. I never looked back in Quinn’s direction and only ‘hmm’d’ at things he would say to me throughout the day.

Quinn and Jack then switched spots and now Quinn was driving the boat. Once he sat behind the wheel he looked at me and smiled, “wanna drive with me?” He says whip patting his knee

“No, I’m good here” I say

“Come on, what’s wrong?”

“I’m so tired Quinn” I say not wanted to get into in front of his family, “if we drive by the house anytime soon, can you drop me off?”

“Sure” Quinn says a little salty as he could tell something was up. He turned and drove directly to the lake house. I roll my eyes at his subtle pettiness

Once we get back to the dock, I get up and make my way off the boat, Quinn holds his hand out to help we step onto the dock fighting the waves rocking the boat but I’m too stubborn to take it.

I hear feet hit the dock behind me and turn around to see who else is staying, and I see Quinn. “No, go boating with your family” I tell him but he doesn’t listen

“I’ll go tomorrow” he says as I watch Jack take over again.

We both head inside, and he doesn’t ask until he hears the boats motor fade away. “Are you going to tell me why you are acting so weird?” He asks

“I’m not” I say as I continue walking making my way inside the house

“You came back out of the house sat on a different lounge chair, then just left my shirt to wear this dress that you say makes you uncomfortable, then you make it obvious you didn’t want to sit beside me, then you tell me you are tired when I know you aren’t” he says making me turn to look at him

“Good observation Quinn, make a timeline and try to find the cause” I say before stomping up the stairs and to his room. I get to his room and lay down in his bed and just cry. I’m upset Quinn said that but I’m also just as upset that I let it get to me so bad.

“Why are you so mad a- woah babe, what’s wrong?” Quinn’s says after storming into his room

“Do you even love me anymore?” I ask through my tears

“Of course I do” Quinn says sitting in the bed beside my laying body and starts rubbing me back, “why would you think differently?”

“Because your window is open Quinn” I say burying my head in his pillow. I can’t see the confusion written across his face but I know it is there.

“Did you want me to sh-“ he starts but I shoot up from my laying position to look at him

“I heard you” I say to him, “don’t worry a couple more days and I won’t be attached to you anymore”

Quinn realizes what he says and the confusion wipes off his face. His face has softened and he begins to speak, “I’m sorry” he starts, “I didn’t mean it so seriously, I’m not use to having someone with me all the time like we have been. I dread the day that is coming up because you won’t be here, I love having you here, and I love you y/n”

“You’re just saying that” I say and he brings his thumb up and wipes under my eye

“Wouldn’t lie to you” he says, “you really think if I didn’t love you that I’d let Jack drive my boat without me there just to make sure you’re okay?”

“You do love your boat” I say and he chuckles

“Yeah I do” he says and I chuckle along with him, “but I love you more”

“Promise?” I ask him

“I promise”

#nhl imagine #nhl fanfiction #nhl fic #nhl writing #hockey imagines #quinn hughes #quinn hughes imagine #quinn hughes fic

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hungwy · 1 year

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I was a scientist and engineer for DuPont's and General Motors' Missouri-based industrial chemical development brand Kinetic Chemicals, Inc (officially dissolved, though really spiritually reformed with the founding of Chemours in 2015) when Teflon™ was being modified for use as a potential coating in pipes in certain government projects I can't name. Now, these pipes were conveying depleted uranium hexafluoride; uranium waste produces highly corrosive uranyl and hydrogen fluorides when exposed to moist air (those Tennessee summers at Oak Ridge got pretty damn moist), so those naughty little tubes needed something slick to help everything wash down alright. It was a miserable success -- I mean it only takes a single mistake in a diagnostic test before before you can't hold up a Geiger counter to the foreman without getting a headache. Miss that poor guy, strokes are awful. So are radiation burns. Anyway, turns out some of the refrigeration units next door to the employee lounge were leaking Freon™ we were producing (see McCaffrey v. Kinetic Chemicals, Inc for more). Being in the summery youth of our scientific careers we naively sealed those babies up with some experimental Teflon™ spray, and long story short that little bit of polytetrafluoroethylene made it into every water cooler and sink on campus, both above- and underground. Forgot where I was going with this, but moral of the story is kids these days can handle a little microplastic.

#by the way this isn't true. i am 25 years old and was not working during the manhattan project.

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ramservices1 · 6 months

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Why Did My AC Compressor Stop Working?

When the sweltering heat of summer arrives, there’s nothing more frustrating than discovering that your AC compressor has called it quits. It’s a common issue that leaves many homeowners sweating from the heat and potential repair costs.

In this blog, we’ll explore the reasons behind AC compressor failures, common signs that indicate trouble, and some troubleshooting tips to help you get your cool air back.

Top AC Compressor Failure Causes!

Here are some: –

1. Refrigerant Leak AC Compressor

One of the leading causes of AC compressor failures is a refrigerant leak. The compressor relies on refrigerant to cool the air; a leak can disrupt this process. Watch for decreased cooling performance, which can indicate this issue.

2. Electrical Problems AC Compressor

Electrical problems can also lead to a non-functional AC compressor. Faulty wiring, damaged capacitors, or other electrical issues can prevent the compressor from starting. If your unit remains unresponsive, electrical problems might be to blame.

3. Compressor Clutch Failure AC

The compressor clutch is a vital component for engaging and disengaging the compressor. If it fails, the compressor won’t work as it should. Unusual noises or a lack of cool air can be signs of a failing clutch.

4. Overheating AC Compressor

Overheating is a most common issue that can lead to compressor damage. If the system lacks proper airflow due to a clogged condenser or dirty coils, the compressor can overheat and eventually fail. Regular maintenance is essential to prevent this.

5. Low Refrigerant AC Compressor

Insufficient refrigerant levels can strain the compressor, making it work harder. This can indeed lead to premature wear and tear, ultimately causing failure. Low refrigerant may be the culprit if your AC is struggling to cool your space.

6. AC Compressor Belt Problems

The compressor’s belt plays a crucial role in its operation. If the belt is worn or damaged, it can prevent the compressor from functioning correctly. Squealing or grinding noises are common indicators of belt issues.

7. AC Compressor Tripping Breaker

When your AC compressor continually trips the breaker, it can indicate various problems, such as electrical issues or a failing compressor. This not only disrupts your cooling but can also pose a safety hazard.

8. Failed AC Compressor Motor

The heart of the AC compressor is its motor. If the motor fails, the entire compressor becomes non-operational. Listen for unusual noises or vibrations, which may be signs of motor trouble.

Read More: https://ramservicesandsales.com/2023/10/24/why-did-my-ac-compressor-stop-working/

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im-a-goat-in-disguise · 1 month

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Hey there! Do you want the entire wall-e script? Here you go.

EXT. SPACE

FADE IN:

Stars.

The upbeat show tune, Put On Your Sunday Clothes, plays.

“Out there, there’s a world outside of Yonkers...”

More stars.

Distant galaxies, constellations, nebulas...

A single planet.

Drab and brown.

Moving towards it.

Pushing through its polluted atmosphere.

“...Close your eyes and see it glisten...”

EXT. PLANET’S SURFACE - CONTINUOUS

A range of mountains takes form in the haze.

Moving closer.

The mountains are piles of TRASH.

The entire surface is nothing but waste.

“...We’re gonna find adventure in the evening air...”

A silhouetted city in the distance.

What looks like skyscrapers turns into trash.

Thousands of neatly stacked CUBES OF TRASH, stories high.

Rows and rows of stacked cubes, like city avenues.

They go on for miles.

EXT. AVENUE OF TRASH

“...Beneath your parasol the world is all a smile...”

Something moving on the ground far below.

A figure at the foot of a trash heap.

A SMALL SERVICE ROBOT diligently cubing trash.

Rusted, ancient.

Cute.

Every inch of him engineered for trash compacting.

Mini-shovel hands collect junk.

Scoop it into his open chassis.

His front plate closes slowly, compressing waste.

A faded label on his corroded chest plate:

“Waste Allocation Loader - Earth Class” (WALLY)

Wally spits out a cube of trash.

Stacks it with the others.

Something catches his eye.

Tugs on a piece of metal stuck in the stack.

A hubcap.

The sun reflects off it.

Wally checks the sky.

ON TRASH HEAP HORIZON

The sun sets through the smoggy haze.

“...And we won’t come back until we’ve kissed a girl --”

He places the hubcap in his compactor.

Presses a button on his chest.

The song stops playing.

The end of a work day.

Wally attaches a lunch cooler to his back.

Whistles for his pet COCKROACH.

The insect hops on his shoulder.

They motor down from the top of a GIANT TRASH TOWER.

EXT. AVENUES OF TRASH - DUSK

Wally travels alone.

Traverses miles of desolate waste.

Oblivious to roving storms of toxic weather.

Passes haunting structures buried within the trash.

Buildings, highways, entire cities...

Everything branded with the SAME COMPANY LOGO.

“Buy N Large”

“BNL” stores, restaurants, banks...transportation!

The corporation ran every aspect of life.

There’s even a BNL LOGO on Wally’s chest plate.

CLOSE ON NEWSPAPER Wally drives over.

Headline: “TOO MUCH TRASH!! Earth Covered!!”

The deck: “BNL CEO Declares Global Emergency!”

A photo of the BNL CEO giving a weak smile.

Wally’s old treads are threadbare.

Practically falling apart.

Cause a bumpy ride for his cockroach.

He passes the remains of other RUSTED WALL-E UNITS.

Fancies one with NEWER TREADS than his own...

EXT. DESERTED STREET - MOMENTS LATER

Wally now sports the newer treads.

Rolls past a SERIES OF HOLOGRAPHIC BILLBOARDS.

The solar-powered ads still activate when he passes them.

BILLBOARD ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

(Ad #1: BNL logo over trash)

Too much garbage in your face?

(Ad #2: starliner in space)

There’s plenty of space out in space!

(Ad #3: starliners take off

from Earth)

BNL starliners leaving each day.

(Ad #4: WALL-E units wave

goodbye)

We’ll clean up the mess while you’re

away.

EXT. EDGE OF THE CITY

Wally drives down a deserted overpass.

Activates an even LARGER HOLOGRAPHIC BILLBOARD.

CLOSE ON BILLBOARD AD

Shows off a CITY-SIZED LUXURY STARLINER.

Depicts passengers enjoying all its amenities.

BILLBOARD ANNOUNCER (V.O.)

The jewel of the BNL fleet: “The Axiom”.

Spend your five year cruise in style.

Waited on 24 hours a day by our fully

automated crew, while your Captain and

Autopilot chart a course for non-stop

entertainment, fine dining. And with our

all-access hover chairs, even Grandma can

join the fun! There’s no need to walk!

“The Axiom”. Putting the “star” in

Executive Starliner.

The BNL CEO appears at the end.

Waves goodbye as the Axiom takes off.

BUY N LARGE CEO

Because, at BNL, space is the final “fun”-

tier.

The holographic billboard powers off.

Reveals the AXIOM’S DESERTED LAUNCHPAD in the distance.

The mammoth structure sits across the bay.

Now empty and dry. A polluted, dead valley.

ON COLLAPSED BRIDGE RAMP

Near its edge rests a WALL-E UNIT TRANSPORT TRUCK.

A giant child’s Tonka Truck left to weather the elements.

A “Buy N Large” logo on its side.

Wally approaches the rear of the truck.

Pulls on a lever.

The back lowers.

Wally motors up the ramp.

INT. TRUCK - CONTINUOUS

Open racks for storing WALL-Es line both walls.

KNICKKNACKS OF FOUND JUNK littered everywhere.

The tired robot removes his newfound treads.

Ahh... Home.

Wally motors down the center aisle.

Flicks on an ancient BETAMAX PLAYER.

Jury-rigged to an iPod.

Pushes in a cassette labeled, “Hello Dolly!”

The image is very poor quality.

Actors sing and dance to Put On Your Sunday Clothes (POYSC).

The same song Wally worked to.

WALLY

[Hums POYSC]

Wally opens his cooler.

Newfound knickknacks.

Pulls out the hubcap from his chest.

Looks back at the TV.

Mimics the dancers on the screen.

Pretends the hubcap is a hat.

Continues to unpack:

A spork.

A Rubik’s Cube (unsolved).

A Zippo Lighter.

He presses a BUTTON by the rack of shelves.

They rotate until an empty space appears.

His new items are lovingly added to the shelf.

The Zippo joins a pre-existing LIGHTER COLLECTION.

A new song, It Only Takes A Moment, plays on the video.

Wally is drawn to it.

Presses his “Record” button.

ON TV SCREEN

Two lovers sing gently to one another.

They kiss...hold hands...

Wally tilts his head as he watches.

Curious.

Holds his own hands.

EXT. TRUCK - NIGHT

Wally motors outside.

Turns over his Igloo cooler to clean it out.

Pauses to take in the night sky.

STARS struggle to be seen through the polluted haze.

Wally presses the “Play” button on his chest.

The newly sampled It Only Takes A Moment (IOTAM) plays.

The wind picks up.

A WARNING LIGHT sounds on Wally’s chest.

He looks out into the night.

A RAGING SANDSTORM approaches off the bay...

Unfazed, Wally heads back in the truck.

IOTAM still gently playing.

...The massive wave of sand roars closer...

Wally raises the door.

Pauses.

WHISTLES for his cockroach to come inside.

The door shuts just as the storm hits.

Obliterates everything in view.

INT. TRUCK - SAME

Wally alone in the center of his shelter.

Unwraps a BNL SPONGECAKE (think Twinkie).

Lays it out for the cockroach to sleep in.

It happily dives in.

Wally collapses himself into a storable cube.

Backs into an empty shelf space.

Rocks it like a cradle...

...and shuts down for the night.

Outside the wind howls like the Hounds of Hell.

INT. WALLY’S TRUCK - NEXT MORNING

Wally’s CHARGE METER flashes “WARNING”.

He wakes. Unboxes.

Groggy and lifeless.

Stumbles outside.

EXT. ROOF OF WALLY’S TRUCK

The morning sun.

Wally fully exposed in its light.

His front panel splayed out like a tanning shield.

A solar collector.

His CHARGE METER chimes full.

Solar panels fold away into hiding.

Wally, now awake, collects his lunch cooler.

Heads off to work.

...and accidentally runs over the cockroach.

Horrified, Wally reverses.

Reveals the FLATTENED INSECT under his tread.

The cockroach simply pops back to life.

No biggie. Ready to go.

Relieved, Wally resumes their commute.

EXT. WALLY’S WORK SITE - THAT MORNING

A SERIES OF “WALLY AT WORK” MOMENTS:

- CU of Wally’s hands digging into garbage.

CU of trash being scooped into his chest compactor.

A cube lands by the cockroach.

- Wally discovers a BRA in the garbage.

Unsure what it’s for.

Tries placing it over his eyes, like glasses.

Tosses it in his cooler.

- Wally finds a set of CAR KEYS.

Presses the remote lock.

Somewhere in the distance a CAR ALARM CHIRPS.

- Plays with a paddle ball.

The ball keeps smacking him in the face.

He doesn’t like it.

- Wally discovers a DIAMOND RING in a JEWEL CASE.

Throws out the ring. Keeps the case.

The jewel case drops into the cooler, then...

...A RUBBER DUCKY...

...A BOBBLE HEAD DOLL...

...An OLD BOOT...

...A TROPHY...

- Wally finds a FIRE EXTINGUISHER.

Activates it.

FOAM blasts in his face.

It’s tossed far, far away from his cooler.

- Wally’s shovel hand strikes something solid.

Faces a REFRIGERATOR much larger than himself.

Now what?

- CU on fridge door.

A WELDING BEAM moves down its center.

It emits from between Wally’s SPLIT BINOCULAR EYES.

The door falls apart in two pieces. Reveals...

...a SMALL PLANT

in its early stage of growth.

Wally is entranced.

Carefully, he extracts the section of earth around it.

CLOSE ON IGLOO COOLER

Wally gently places the plant inside the old boot.

Dusts dirt off the leaves.

EXT. TRUCK - DUSK

Robot and faithful cockroach return home.

Wally stops short of the threshold.

Stares at the ground.

Continues staring.

A RED DOT

quivers on the dirt.

A single laser point of light.

Wally moves to touch it...

...The dot races along the ground.

Wally drops his Igloo.

Chases after the dot.

EXT. EMPTY BAY

The dot leads Wally deep into the polluted expanse.

He is so fixated on it he doesn’t notice

MANY LASER POINTS

coming from every direction.

All racing into the valley over the contour of the terrain.

Triangulating towards a center.

Wally’s dot suddenly stops.

Slowly he reaches for it.

Can’t grab it. Just light.

ALL THE DOTS converge in front of him.

The ground shakes.

Wally becomes confused.

Doesn’t see above him.

The SUN growing brighter behind the cloud cover.

A noise. Building.

Rocket engines.

Wally senses he should look to the sky.

Now THREE SUNS are descending on him.

Wally runs for it.

An enormous COLUMN OF FIRE blocks his path.

A second column of fire.

A third.

Trapped.

Wally cubes the ground beneath him.

Working fast.

Noise deafening.

Heat rising.

Digs in just as a tide of flame carpets the ground...

...Then suddenly quiet.

Smoke clears.

CLOSE ON THE SCORCHED EARTH

Wally’s head rises out of the dirt.

Glows red hot from the heat.

Trembles with fright.

Everything in shadow.

Something very big looms over him.

Wally climbs out of his hole.

Bangs his head on metal.

WIDE on a massive SPACESHIP.

Rests ominously in the empty bay.

A PORTAL on its underside opens.

Frightened, Wally tries to hide.

Nowhere to go.

He places a SMALL ROCK on his head. Boxes up.

A DEVICE lowers to the ground on a long stem.

Scans the surface.

Wally creeps closer for a better look.

The device unfolds.

Wally boxes up again.

A CAPSULE descends from a chute in the stem.

ROBOT ARMS emerge from the device.

Place the capsule on the ground. Press buttons.

The capsule falls away in sections, to reveal...

...a PROBE ROBOT.

It hovers gracefully above the ground.

White. Egg-shaped.

Blue-lit eyes.

Female.

Eve.

Wally is transfixed.

Inches closer.

Watches Eve from behind the device.

Tilts his head.

Time stops.

She’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen.

Eve hovers over the ground.

A BLUE RAY emits from her front panel.

Fans out 180 degrees.

Scans random objects and areas.

The device rises back into the ship.

Exposes Wally.

He rushes for cover behind the nearest rock.

Never takes his eyes off Eve.

Watches her float away from the ship.

...from the ship?

The ship!

Engines roar back to life.

Wally digging furiously.

The rocket takes off.

Smoke clears.

Again, a red hot Wally peeks out from the ground.

Looks for Eve.

She is watching the ship rise into the clouds.

Waits until it is completely out of sight...

...then Eve rises high up into the air.

She flies around the bay.

Soars like a graceful bird.

Does loops in the sky.

Zooms right past Wally’s rock.

He is hypnotized.

Eve descends gently to the ground...

Wally sneaks up closer.

Hides behind another boulder.

Slips.

Makes a NOISE.

Instantly, Eve whips around.

Her arm converts into a LASER CANNON.

Blasts Wally’s boulder to smithereens.

...Smoke clears...All quiet.

Eve, now cold and dangerous.

Scans the area.

No sign of life.

All business again.

Hovers away to probe more of the planet.

ON OTHER SIDE OF BOULDER CRATER

Wally boxed up behind what little remains of the rock.

Trembles uncontrollably.

EXT. AVENUE OF TRASH - DAY

Eve wanders through the pillars of cubed trash.

Scans random areas.

Wally spies from the shadows.

Too frightened to approach.

She moves on. He follows.

EXT. TIRE DUMP - DAY

Eve probes a mound of tires.

Wally hiding nearby.

He flinches at the sight of

HIS COCKROACH

innocently approaching Eve from behind.

She spins around.

Blasts the insect.

Wally is gut-punched.

The cockroach climbs out of the smoking crater.

Unscathed. Still curious.

Eve finds the insect intriguing.

Lowers her arm.

The end separates into individual hovering sections...

...A HAND.

She lets the insect crawl up her arm.

Wiggles into her workings.

It tickles.

EVE

[Giggles]

Wally relaxes.

CHUCKLES privately.

Eve sonically picks up Wally’s location.

Locks onto him.

10.

Arm converts to laser cannon.

Fires rapidly.

Quick glimpses of Wally dodging the blasts.

Trash piles are systematically obliterated around him.

Wally now exposed.

Nowhere to hide.

Boxes himself up. Shakes uncontrollably.

Eve holds her fire.

EVE

(electronic hums)

[Identify yourself.]

She slowly approaches Wally’s box.

Keeps her gun trained on him.

EVE

(electronic hums)

[Repeat. Identify yourself.]

Wally peeks out from his box.

Doesn’t understand a thing she says.

Doesn’t care.

Can’t believe she’s real.

The cockroach climbs down her gun arm.

Jumps onto his master.

Eve scans Wally.

A RED LIGHT appears on her chest.

Buzzes “negative”.

He’s not what she’s looking for.

She retracts her gun arm.

Hovers off.

Wally watches her go. Lovestruck.

WALLY

[Sigh.]

DISSOLVE TO:

INT. ABANDONED BNL SUPERSTORE - NEXT DAY

LOUIS ARMSTRONG’S “LA VIE EN ROSE” PLAYS

Eve scans through the market.

Wally follows from a safe distance.

A stray puppy-dog.

Eve glances over at him.

Wally panics.

Bumps into a RACK OF SHOPPING CARTS.

Creates an avalanche.

11.

They chase him down a flight of stairs.

Wally reaches the exit doors.

Won’t open!

Carts pig pile on top of him.

EXT. BNL REFINERY - NIGHT

Wally perched on the roof.

Patiently watches Eve fly.

She scans the ground below her, like a searchlight.

Eve comes in for a landing below.

Shuts down for the night.

Wally waits.

Quietly sneaks down the refinery fire escape.

Accidentally trips. Tumbles to the ground.

Eve doesn’t wake.

Wally creeps up to her.

Opens his arms wide...

...and measures her.

Turns to a pile of trash.

Splits open his eyes. Begins welding something...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. BNL REFINERY - NEXT MORNING

Eve powers up again.

Does a double take.

A TRASH SCULPTURE OF EVE stands in front of her.

She hovers away, unimpressed.

Doesn’t notice Wally hiding behind a PILE OF PIPES.

Wally kicks the pipes in frustration.

They roll on top of him.

SONG ENDS

MONTAGE OF EVE SEARCHING

- Scans a car engine.

Negative.

Slams the hood shut.

- Scans a Port-A-Potty.

Negative.

Slams the door shut.

- Scans an Apollo capsule.

Negative.

Slams the hatch shut.

- Scans a FREIGHTER HOLD.

12.

Negative.

Slams the lid shut.

EXT. DERELICT SHIPYARD - DUSK

Eve hovers over the freighter.

Frustrated.

Not finding what she’s looking for.

Wally eavesdrops from afar.

Eve flies past the ship’s CRANE MAGNET.

Gets stuck.

Wrestles to free herself.

Furious, she BLOWS UP THE ENTIRE SHIP.

The reaction startles Wally.

Eve slumps down against a dredged anchor.

She gives up.

Concerned, Wally cautiously approaches.

Sits at the other end of the anchor.

Both robots stare silently at the fiery wreck.

Then...

...slowly, very slowly, Wally inches towards her.

Musters the courage to speak, when --

She suddenly turns to him:

EVE

(hums)

[So what’s your story?]

Wally falls backwards with surprise.

Me?

Eve scrolls through a variety of languages:

EVE

(German)

[Directive?]

(Japanese)

[Directive?]

WALLY

[Huh?]

EVE

(Swahili)

[Directive?]

(English)

Directive?

WALLY

(beeps)

[Oh, I understand that!]

13.

EVE

Directive?

Wally eagerly turns to some nearby trash.

Scoops it into his compactor.

Proudly spits out a cube.

Points to Eve.

WALLY

(struggles to speak)

Di...rec...t--

EVE

Directive?

Wally nods.

EVE

Classified.

WALLY

(beeps)

[Oh. Sorry.]

She scans his CHEST LOGO.

EVE

Name?

WALLY

(struggles again)

W-wally? ...Wally.

EVE

(smooth; almost perfect)

Wwww-aaaa-leee...

Wally nearly melts.

She says his name so beautifully.

Moves closer.

EVE

Wally. (giggles)

Eve.

Wally tries to repeat it:

WALLY

Eeee...?

EVE

(slower)

Eve.

14.

WALLY

Eeeaaah?

EVE

Eeeve. Eeeve.

WALLY

Eee--vah!

She giggles again.

Wally likes making her giggle.

WALLY

Eee-vah! Ee --

EVE

Eve.

The wind kicks up.

The WARNING LIGHT sounds on Wally’s chest.

He moves to grab her.

WALLY

(Gasp!) Eee-vah!

EVE

(hums)

[Hey watch it! Don’t come any closer!]

She draws her gun on him.

Doesn’t understand the danger.

The sandstorm rushes up behind her.

Too late.

Wally collapses into a box.

The storm hits full force.

Eve is instantly lost, disoriented.

EVE

Wally? Wally?

WALLY’S HAND appears out of the dust.

Calmly takes Eve’s hand.

INT. TRUCK - MOMENTS LATER

The back door lowers.

A rush of wind and sand.

Wally pulls Eve inside. Closes the door.

She coughs up dust.

Wally hits a switch...

Strings of CHRISTMAS LIGHTS fill the space.

His racks of oddities painted in colored light.

15.

An air of enchantment.

Eve is taken aback.

WALLY

(beeps)

[Come on in.]

She drifts through the sea of knickknacks.

Becomes spooked by a SINGING BILLY BASS FISH.

Threatens to shoot it, but Wally calms her down.

He is compelled to show her everything.

Hands her an eggbeater...

...bubble wrap (so infectious to pop)...

...a lightbulb (lights when she holds it)...

...the Rubik’s Cube (she solves it immediately)...

...his Hello Dolly tape.

Curious, she begins unspooling the tape.

WALLY

(loud beeps)

[My tape!!]

He grabs it back. Protective.

Inserts it carefully into the VCR. Please still work.

The movie eventually appears on the TV.

Plays a clip of POYSC.

Wally is relieved.

WALLY

(beeps)

[What do you think?]

Mimics the dancing for Eve.

Encourages her to try.

She clumsily hops up and down.

Makes dents in the floor. Rattles everything.

Wally politely stops her.

WALLY

(beeps)

[How ‘bout we try a different move?]

Spins in a circle. Arms out.

Eve copies.

Spins faster, and faster...

Too fast.

Accidentally strikes Wally. He flies into the shelves.

Eve helps him up from the mess.

Wally’s LEFT BINOCULAR EYE falls off.

Dangles from two wires.

Eve GASPS with concern.

Wally placates her.

16.

WALLY

(beeps)

[It’s fine.]

Feels his way to the rack of shelves.

Rotates them until...

...SPARE WALL-E PARTS appear.

Replaces his broken eye with a new one.

Eve is relieved.

She eyes his LIGHTER COLLECTION.

Flicks open a Zippo. Ignites a FLAME.

Wally freezes.

He had no idea it could do that.

Moves closer to inspect it...

ON WALLY

It’s the closest he’s ever been to Eve.

She remains focused on the lighter.

Wally stares up at her.

...The tiny flame flickering between them...

...The Hello Dolly video plays IOTAM in the background...

Suddenly, he is moved to express his love.

Musters the courage to open his fingers...

...Timidly reaches his hand out to hers...

-- Eve turns and looks at him.

Wally instantly chokes.

Pulls his hand back.

Eve becomes intrigued with the TV.

Scans the image of the lovers singing IOTAM...

Wally watches her.

His infatuation still palpable.

Then he remembers...

WALLY

Ee-vah!

He rushes to his shelves.

Eve watches him rummage through junk.

A drum falls down on his head.

She giggles, charmed by it all.

Something about Wally...

She is drawn back to the lovers on TV...

...then the lit Zippo lighter in her hand.

A tap on her shoulder.

She turns to find Wally holding something.

The plant.

Eve immediately locks onto it.

17.

Drops the lighter.

In a flash...

...her chest opens...

...a TRACTOR BEAM snatches the plant away...

...stores it inside her...

Then she shuts down completely.

Only a SINGLE GREEN LIGHT pulsing on her chest.

Wally is stunned.

What’d I do?

Waves his hand in front of her face.

WALLY

Ee-vah?

Knocks on her chest plate.

No response.

Wally panics.

Gently shakes her.

WALLY

Ee-vah?

Still no response.

WALLY

Ee-vah? ...Ee-vah?!

CAMERA MOVES IN on the blinking green light...

DISSOLVE TO:

EXT. ROOF OF WALLY’S TRUCK - DAY

The morning sun.

Wally places Eve in his charging spot.

Aims her hovering form to f

Actually looks like I can only post the first "part", roughly... Already this is lagging my phone. Will experiment more tomorrow. For now, enjoy!

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