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Relationship between injection molds and injection machines is explained clearly at once
Injection mold is installed on injection machine. When designing an injection mold, in addition to mastering injection molding process, you should also have a comprehensive understanding of relevant technical parameters of selected injection machine to ensure that designed mold is compatible with injection machine used.
1. Classification and models of injection machines
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highly sought after
wc: 651
notes: this is not crack but perhaps more like crack's bastard nephew-cousin or something. i got tired of not writing and decided to enjoy myself and knock out a 15-min sprint instead :) hopefully more to follow since i would LIKE to do this every night however. enjoy? enjoy.
summary:
Cody and Fox have some nice relaxing bonding together.
OR: what if you had a line of plushes marketed after you and all the people around you were shiteating smartasses
cross-posted to ao3
“These items are highly sought after,” Cody said dryly, keeping his eyes forward and his hands behind his back.
A furious-sounding pause followed.
“You’re fucking with me,” Fox said through gritted teeth. He looked like he was about to punch his fist through the flimsy glass wall in front of him, brows furrowed in a deep scowl and teeth bared. Cody amused himself for a few seconds by imagining Fox with a ruff of raised spines like a massiff’s doing a threat display.
“Commander,” Cody said, injecting his voice with as much solemnity as he could muster on short notice and while fighting off the shit-eating grin that was threatening, “I have never told a falsehood in my life.”
“You motherfucker,” Fox hissed. He looked like he was about to pop a vein. His eyes were glazed with fury and his grip was tight enough to whiten his knuckles.
“Their value may very well be unsurpassable.” Cody clasped Fox on the shoulder firmly, eyes still fixed straight ahead.
In front of him, Fox lost his tenuous grip on CC-3636 Commander Wolffe™ Grand Army of the Republic ActionPlush®! The top-heavy stuffed toy, with its gray-painted stuffed felt helmet the same size as the rest of the body, tumbled back to the bottom of its prison.
Fox howled in inarticulate rage.
Cody squeezed his shoulder a little more firmly in encouragement. “You’ll get him nex—”
“You jinxed me!” Fox batted at Cody’s hand on his shoulder and jabbed his thumb at the green “go” button again and again, furiously goading it into whirring back to life. The tickets Cody had indulgently fed into it five minutes ago were good for one more round.
“Better make it count,” Cody said pleasantly, unmoved by Fox’s elbow bruising the tender spot just below his floating ribs. “Better get it in one shot.”
“Not. One. Word.” Fox’s growl nearly vibrated the ground under their feet and his face was starting to approach the “alarming” side of the spectrum of blotchy maroon. He slowly inhaled, like a sniper about to line up a shot, and leaned forward until his nose was pressed against the glass.
The mechanism jerked to life. The rubber-tipped claws opened and closed, testing, as Fox toggled the squeaky joystick with infinitesimal adjustments. It lowered. Fox let out all his breath in one long, slow exhale, letting the claws close around the bulbous head of their vod. The felt dimpled slightly. It lifted.
It held.
Fox didn’t waver for a second, smoothly guiding the claw back to the corner where the chute lay waiting. Cody found himself nearly leaning forward to match. Fox wasn’t breathing any longer: his hands were still enough to make a CMO jealous, and his face was completely smooth, like an ARC about to take an impossible shot.
The claws jerked open. Cody preemptively winced—but against all odds, the misshapen plush toy managed to fall at just the right angle into the nearly too-small chute—none of the legs caught, as they had the first time, and the head was angled just so it didn’t bounce off the side and back into its glass cage, as it had the fifth time, and the felt scrap blaster held outstretched in one spherical “hand” didn’t even make the toy jam halfway down the chute, as it had the eighth time.
A soft thup heralded their vod’s arrival. Fox let loose a primal howl of exultant triumph, voice nearly cracking with its pitch and volume. Cody discretely winced, then held open the flap of the machine so Fox could reach in and grab his bounty.
“What now?” Cody asked when Fox had the plush Wolffe in his hand, pretending to throttle its nearly non-existent neck for imagined crimes.
“Now I wait until the 104th is docked at Coruscant again,” Fox said with a smile that displayed every one of his pearly whites.
#a heat rash in the shape of the show me state#commander fox#commander cody#fluff#humor#tcw#tcw fanfiction#tcw fanfic#fanfiction#sw fanfic#clone troopers#like ... don't tell me a plush of ur commander or perhaps lieutenant wouldn't be a hot fucking commodity in ur battalion.#don't tell me those things aren't going for insane contraband bartering system in the absolute depths of the 104th.#there's a cody plush. and? it's slightly smaller than wolffe's.
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"Gunpla"?: The Entire Haro Collection
Above, you have the Haro Basic line (with one exception). Then, we have a new line, of Ball Haro, Sangoku Soketsuden Haro, Momoharo, and Zakrello. Finally, we have the Tri-Star Haros. That's most of the Haropla line in its entirety (plus one from the SD SS line). These images above comprise the main Haro line... well, minus a few. I'll get to those. You'll note of course i got 3x the tri star haro so i could have one of each number. All of these have been panel lined, and some of them have had molotow liquid chrome applied to some limbs. Oh yeah, i believe they have all been buffed to 10000 grit with Godhand sponges. I believe the Ball Haro also has some GM154 metallic green gundam marker on the eyes.
And you might be saying "wait, aren't there two separate green haros that aren't from the SDSS line?" and the answer is Yes! The Haro Basic Green is sitting on another shelf alongside my HGTO RX-78-2:
But that guy can't open his mouth, so he hangs out on that shelf.
Here's some more angles
Finally, here are the Haro suits! These guys were a real joy to put together. First up we have the Haroloader, this thing was a joy!
This has been panel lined. The arms were panel lined with molotow liquid chrome and some surfaces coated in it. Also, silver and bronze sharpies in some places? I'm surprised those came out looking half decent at all but the effect is kinda subtle and hard to see in pictures. Maybe you can pick out which surfaces are which?
Next up, the Harofitter:
I forgot to put the cat ears up on the Harofitter for the photoshoots i was doing today :( Anyway this guy has also been panel lined, and the little roller has been coated in one of the metallic dark blue gundam markers. You can see in the second photo it is "working on" the injection mold machine (a review for another post).
Finally, the Haroloader:
Also panel lined and such. But here's a surprise:
They're girlfriends!
Here's some more Haro pics I feel are worth showing off:
This was the first Haro I did, and here it is with a tiny Amuro Ray in its mouth.
Here's it with a larger sibling (to be reviewed in another post)
And here's a look at how glossy i made it just by buffing.
Finally, here's a HUGE BLOCK of stats for nerds!
#gunpla#haropla#haro#gundam#bandai#Haro Basic#tristar#plamo#harofitter#haroloader#mobileharo#zakrello#ball haro#momoharo
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Clint's Hit!
Febuwhump day 12 - Semiconscious
Sorry! I was sick way longer than expected (I'm fine now) I have a few more fics lined up to post here and there, but will not be able to participate daily in Febuwhump like I wanted.
Summary: My version of the Age of Ultron opening scene between Clint and Nat.
excerpt:
“Clint's hit!”
Natasha raced to Hawkeye’s side and slid on her knees on the snow covered ground, snapping the med kit off of her utility belt. Machine gun fire peppered the ground around them.
“Somebody wanna deal with that bunker?” Natasha hollered into her comm.
The Hulk roared and smashed through it with ease.
“Thank you.”
Nat tore the tip of the ketamine syringe off with her teeth and injected Hawkeye in his neck. He groaned but kept still.
“Hey, look at me,” she put a hand to his cheek, angling his face towards hers, “you're gonna be okay.”
“You know that?” He grunted, winking through his pain. “Is that what you know?”
Leave it to Clint to try and make her feel better when he was hurt.
to be continued, please click link below
Clint's Hit!
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Cuz that’s the thing with Viktor, there’s not much that’s beyond his control these days, and that’s by design (...) you can’t do that forever. It’ll eat you alive.
Jayce learns the hard way when Viktor is about to implode. His movements become more stiff, with random bursts of gear grinding and jolts. The shimmer injectors working iust little more than usua. He goes almost mute, but when he talks the modulator sound even raspier. He doesn't take off the mask.
I was just gunna answer this with some more meta or analysis but you know what… this one deserves a little ficlet. Let’s call it Overheated.
Overheated
Jayce knew something was wrong the moment he stepped foot inside Viktor’s lab. Sure, the air was stifling from the myriad of running machines and clouds of puffy steam… but it was the subtle little in-between things that tipped Jayce off; like a single snagged thread pulling at a compromised seam. It was the why that mattered.
It was stifling and hot because something was throwing off Viktor’s usual protocols. Something was clouding his typically routine-oriented mind, keeping him from noticing the abnormally warm and hazy state of his lab. He was fixated on something, fixated hard enough that the best interest of his gadgets was slipping his mind.
Jayce could hear him before he could see him—loudly tinkering away around the corner in what stood for a measly bedroom. And there was a shortness, a tension to said tinkering that didn’t usually plague Viktor’s work. Usually, he was precise and careful to a fault; his work so clean, well… a machine might as well have done it.
And while Viktor’s moods were wholly different nowadays, given the emotional suppressor, Jayce was beginning to re-learn them. He’d once likened it to putting a diamond under a hydraulic press—it would be tough, it would be fortified. It could withstand more pressure than almost any other substance on the planet. But eventually something would give. And it wouldn’t go quietly, either; no, it would be explosive.
So rather than injecting himself into that maelstrom, Jayce steered clear of his former partner for now and instead went about doing what he knew he could to help—wandering quietly into the workshop proper and flipping the switch to power on Viktor’s air filtration system. If they’d been in Piltover, he could have just popped a few windows open, but down here in Zaun, that would just pollute the air further.
So next he went for the cooling fans over in the corner where Blitzcrank’s charging bay sat empty, and angled them toward Viktor’s bedroom before flipping those on as well. And finally, after listening for a moment and hearing only a loud crash and litany of mumbled bilingual curses, Jayce went for the small kitchen counter, rinsed the sole mug that didn’t have cracks in it, and poured a healthy amount of sweetmilk.
Then it was just a matter of wrangling this particular runaway train. So Jayce steeled himself, clutching the mug close to his chest as he meandered into Viktor’s bedroom.
It was immediately clear where the steam had come from—not the many running machines, though those were noticeably hot even from several feet away—no, it was Viktor himself.
The vents in his neck were set at an extreme angle, letting out puff after puff of heavy, thick steam that occasionally turned black when Viktor released a particularly strained breath. There was loud, chaotic rattling resonating from points of tension all over his mechanical body—his neck, his chest, his left arm and leg. And beneath it all, the subtle little hiss of the Shimmer injectors as they delivered micro doses like clockwork to combat his visibly agitated state.
That was the thing about suppressing his emotions… suppress them long enough, and they’re bound to recoil. It was simple physics—and while Jayce could have mentioned this, could have piped up about I warned you this would happen, that this isn’t healthy, and now look what it’s done to you, that would just be throwing gasoline onto the fire, and that was the last thing Viktor needed. So Jayce went a different route.
He cautiously stepped forward, patting Viktor on the back once to announce his presence before leaning past him and setting the mug down in the only mess-less corner he could find.
“You, uh… you wanna talk about it?” he asked, cringing at the mother-hen inflection.
Viktor did not answer—instead taking a single step to the side and deliberately turning his back on Jayce. The vents in his neck sent out another huff of black, and Jayce took this for what it was; don’t mother me, it’s insulting.
But Jayce wasn’t deterred—after all, why was a little mothering such a bad thing? Some care, some consideration, some warmth and doting? Everyone could use that every once in a while. Yes, even the infallible Machine Herald. Especially the infallible Machine Herald.
“V?” he prodded, his hand hovering at Viktor’s back as he tried to decide if touching was the best idea right now.
“No,” Viktor snapped, and even just from that one word alone, Jayce could hear the stress on the voice modulator—low and raspy, as if he’d recently spent a significant amount of time raising his voice.
“Okay,” Jayce agreed, retracting his hand and taking a step away—just freeing up Viktor’s space so he wouldn’t feel so constricted.
Instead, Jayce peered down at the project Viktor had been angrily funneling his not-very-suppressed emotions into. It appeared to be a modification for Blitzcrank���s revolving gadget arm; replacing several busted or outmoded gadgets and rewiring the entire thing to make switching between options a quicker and more seamless operation.
So without another word, Jayce pulled up a stool, grabbed Viktor’s spare pliers, and went to work—removing and rewiring the attachment ports, thus freeing Viktor up to focus on the gadgets themselves.
And for the longest time, they simply worked—shoulders bumping every so often as they just shared in the silence, in the heady weight of each other’s company. They worked, as they always had, like a well-oiled machine; wordlessly passing tools to each other and reading the other’s needs as if it were their own. And slowly but surely, the rattling within Viktor’s chest began to go quiet, the hissing tempo of his overworking injectors steadily slowed and eventually stopped. And Jayce could hear it more than see it when the tension in those rigid metal shoulders relaxed—a creak and a groan like hot metal plunged into an ice bath.
Finally, after Gods knew how long, Viktor’s movements ceased entirely—his hands stalling where they were turning a bolt on the wrist rotator and a single, long sigh leaving the voice modulator like struck glass.
Jayce mimicked it, stilling his hands and turning his head to peer at the flat, unreadable surface of Viktor’s mask with eyes that hopefully said are you okay now? That’s all I wanted, all that mattered—that you’re okay.
And he wasn’t sure how, but he could just tell Viktor was giving him a withering, grateful grin under that mask.
“Thank you, sluníčko,” he said, voice even and harmonic like morning church bells.
Jayce offered up a proud, toothy smile before leaning in and placing a quick, chaste kiss to the mask, right where Viktor’s lips would be—silently communicating that I know you feel like you have to keep it on sometimes, that you don’t like what you’re feeling, and you don’t want anyone to see that, even me. And that’s ok. Keep it on, if that’s what makes you comfortable. I can love you with it on just the same.
A new series of whirs and clicks went off in Viktor’s neck, followed by a short burst of steam, but this time Jayce knew them to be a good sign—the Machine Herald’s version of a blush.
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The only issue I have with ATSV is the lack of explanation we get for Miguel’s fangs.
We see him go to bite Da’Vinci Vulture in a very memorable shot, but ultimately doesn’t go through with it. The audience is left wondering why this Spider-Man has fangs. Vampire? Aesthetic? Other unspecified spidey powers? We’ll see later in the movie, I’m sure. (Spoiler alert: We do not)
Gwen refers to him as a “vampire ninja Spider-Man” when Miles asks about Miguel. So he must be a vampire, then. Cool.
(He’s not, in fact, actually a vampire.)
The final time we see his fangs is when he’s chasing down Miles in the Go Home Machine room. It’s almost a blink-and-you’ll-miss-it moment because he’s moving so fast at an odd angle and the artstyle throws a lot of unusual and interesting frames in there pretty frequently throughout the film. But as he’s ripping through the barrier, his fangs are gone.
Why are they rarely there, but defining enough for Gwen to call him a vampire? Why does he have them at all? What is this dude’s deal?
I’ve read a good chunk of the Spider-Man comics. I know what’s (probably) up, but based on what I see online, the majority of the audience doesn’t. And I’m kinda mad about that, actually. Gwen interrupting Miguel’s “Let’s do this one last time” bit at the beginning was funny, but sacrificed a lot of answers to questions that stuck with a good chunk of viewers. We don’t know Miguel’s backstory, we only really know one (albeit important) event that happened to him, as well as what he does right now at the Spider Society.
Why the fangs? Vampire, I guess. Why the claws? To look cool, probably. Why the red eyes? Also because vampire. Or because spider. What’s the deal with the injection? Uhhh.. Hologram suit? We don’t know.
I wish they had told us more about why Miguel is (physically) the way he is. I’m really hoping we’ll get a complete “My name is Miguel O’Hara. I’m this dimension’s one and only Spider-Man” sequence in Beyond the Spider-Verse because we can only guess what’s up with a really substantial antagonist.
#miguel o'hara#atsv miguel#miguel spiderverse#across the spider verse spoilers#across the spiderverse#spiderverse spoilers#spiderverse#miguel o’hara spiderverse#spider man 2099#spiderman 2099#spider man: across the spider verse#spider punk#spiderpunk
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Experiment stuff:
Medical abuse!! So much medical abuse. Gets experimented on constantly
Easily tires, constantly in pain, but essentially immortal due to remnant experiments.
Physically speaking, seems to have general strength limits for the most part, even though William basically gives him physical therapy. Maybe constant mild muscle wasting?
His cells replace themselves more quickly than average, but not to a "perfect" degree. He can be killed by physical injuries, but his wound healing is about twice as fast.
Unidentified digestive problems, feels sick and tired immediately after eating but seems to get nutrients from food just fine (the remnant is trying to fix the organic material he's eating lmao). Less noticable with super processed foods
There's probably a whole hospitalish room somewhere in the Afton house for experimenting on him. They even have an x ray machine for spinal injections
Probably has a port for easy iv access
Ankle bracing, custom made by William. Holds his feet at a right angle for walking if his ankles get too fatigued to do so, but has a hinge to allow him to force them down if needed
Raised by William w pretty typical human growth but may have been lab grown as a fetus?? Unless William hired a surrogate???? If the former there's probably some kind of chamber mimicking necessary conditions or whatever hidden away somewhere
Thinks William is younger than he is (William has done SOME remnant experimentation on himself, but not as much as he wants bc clones have unwanted side effects). Clone thinks William is middle aged, but he's in his 70s. This means clone is probably born sometime between 1995-2005
Fifth cloning attempt, sixth clone (one embryo split)
Day to day:
Lives in Utah. Does not know what a mormon is (William finds every religion boring and honestly just. Doesn't discuss any of them lmao)
Has seen some tv, mostly limited to things William likes/thinks would be beneficial
Super codependent w William obviously. Like parentified and infantilized alternating wildly based on William's mood/rules
William starts to feel threatened the older clone gets bc he could lose in a fight, but simultaneously he wants clone to know how to be violent. In the end tends to settle for taking him "hunting" using methods that amount to animal torture, but only with prey smaller than himself
Taught to do most basic tasks needed to live, but William does a lot for him when he wants more dependence (avoids letting him have sharps when cooking or shaving so does a lot of that for him, will just randomly get moody and decide clone is either on his own for the day or is having nearly everything done for him). Like there are days William disappears and there are days he insists on brushing his pretty capable teenager's teeth for him
Sometimes builds toys and things for fun. Likes to reverse engineer toys and also break things in weird ways
Media intake managed by William, not allowed online. Has a computer with no internet William puts things on for him to do, is sometimes given downloaded material William approves upon request (articles, games, etc)
William tries VERY HARD to isolate him so he thinks his life is normal
Starts to get suspicious about his isolation in his teens, but has to be very quiet about it to avoid physical harm
Personality:
Morbidly curious, just like William. However, he's not quite sadistic the way William is
Gets frustrated with how overbearing William is, but his loneliness makes him tolerate it
SO lonely. Wants attention SO bad, but taught not to seek it out directly. Will try to get others' attention the way a cat does (causing trouble, being nearby, staring)
Very very curious about the human brain, but more physically than psychologically. Like he would want to try removing random chunks of brains just to see what happens in theory, but he'd probably have an ethical crisis instead if the opportunity actually arose
Has not been taught a lot of moral types of things (don't hurt others etc) but he does associate the idea of violence towards humans with himself being in pain bc. William. So he doesn't revel in it the way William does
That being said his method of choice in a fight is blunt force trauma, and the curiosity would be full force if he ever killed. He would want to see when they stopped moving, how their expressions changed, etc
Little knowledge of physical boundaries. Will just grab people trying to be affectionate without knowing whether they're ok with it
Probably has no idea you're not supposed to change in front of people
Has been coached on how to talk to people outside of the home but has never ever had visitors and wouldn't think twice abt them seeing all the weird experiment shit they have
Things he knows:
Mostly proficient in core subjects to at least elementary level
Postsecondary knowledge in math, especially in finances
Postsecondary knowledge of engineering, especially relevant knowledge to animatronics and robotics
High school reading level, taught more about analyzing factual information from nonfiction and understanding others from memoirs than he was intructed much on fiction past elementary
Basic world history knowledge (probably early middle schoolish) but only what William thought was relevant (he knows about the world wars and can point to some countries on a map, can point to Utah on a US map, knows abt like. The industrial revolution and other various periods of time. Inventions and stuff yk)
A decent amount about the US legal system, most notably warrants and attorney rights
A handful of foreign languages
How to mix cocktails
Basic hygiene tasks
Human anatomy, including what autopsies look like and the basics of how they are done
Theoretical ways to take down a person, but William only taught him ways he was confident he could counter
Things he doesn't:
How to drive
Local geography; cannot get around Hurricane independently
Lots of social rules. He knows the things William thought to tell him– how to introduce himself politely, how to answer the phone, table manners, how to behave respectfully towards a parent by his standards– but not the things learned from experience, like how to deescalate an arguement, personal boundaries, how conversations work with anyone other than William. Would probably talk about William's favorite topics when trying to be polite bc he thinks that's what everyone likes
The rules to most sports
Anything abt most games people play with peers as kids. He has never played hide and seek or tag or anything
He has never pet a dog or cat. He has seen them on the street before, though
How to swim
How to ride a bike
How to jump rope
How to read music
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Friends help you move. Real friends help you move bodies. False friends dare you to develop a better engine management computer system when you’ve had a little bit too much to drink and start popping off again about Chrysler electronic feedback carburetor systems.
In this, our late era of internal-combustion gasoline engines, our demands are higher than ever. Emissions control, fuel economy, responsiveness, and raw power all have to be balanced intricately. Contrast this to the era of the late-70s, early-80s, where our greatest automakers were just starting to pull their mouths off of the carburetor teat.
Everyone knows that, when you’re making something, it’s hard to make something simple the first time. You have to make it way too complicated, and then, once you understand the problem, pare it down to its purest essence. As such, Chrysler and Ford and the others made these awful computer abominations that sat on top of a carburetor and used ridiculous amounts of intricate Rube Goldberg machinery and strong wishes in order to achieve negative fifty horsepower over the previous year’s engines. And that was before they bolted on the air pumps that were supposed to aerate the noxious exhaust, making it so you could finally see what colour the sky is in California. Consumers didn’t like it, but consumers didn’t really get a choice.
With all this in mind, it makes sense that my first attempt at electronic fuel injection would be terrible, and my braying asshole friends would be right in their repeated mockery of me when they think I’m not paying attention. That didn’t happen. Let me introduce you to the Seat Safety Switch Electronic Fuel Injection Solution. First, you take all the old injectors, computers, crank and cam angle sensors off the engine. You don’t need ‘em. Hell, you don’t really need all the spark plugs, either. That’s how good this is. Then, you drill a hole in the side of the intake and tap it for a nitrous jet. For my engine, that jet is about a 0.030″.
Here’s where the genius part is. Traditional computer systems have terrible throttle response. You do something, the computer looks it up in its little table, then it tells the injectors what to do after a bit of hesitation. Slow. Boring. Takes control away from you. Here’s the Seat Safety Switch solution: bring a garden sprayer into the cabin with you, one of the ones that you can pressurize. Fill it with nitrous oxide. Now, all you have to do is start the car, and pump really really fast depending on how fat you want your mixture to be. Think those old-timey cartoons where they pump the little train handles really fast. Of course, it helps if you’re using a late-1970s engine because otherwise you’ll melt the pistons right out of it, and that’s terrible for fuel economy.
In conclusion, the fuel economy is excellent (you don’t use gasoline,) the emissions are okay (state smog machines don’t expect flaming nitrous fireballs to be rolling out of your exhaust, and will pass them,) you can’t beat the responsiveness, and the power is okay. Really, I’ve mastered the art of fuel management, which is why I just got a job offer in my inbox from Chrysler. They like my style, and want me to take another whack at this whole Lean Burn system.
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Injection molding machine structure and operation
Injection molding machines can mold plastic products with complex shapes, precise dimensions or dense textures with metal inserts in one go. They are widely used in various fields such as national defense, mechanical and electrical, automobile, transportation, building materials, packaging, agriculture, culture, education, health and people’s daily life. Injection molding process has good…
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Whumptober Day 23 - Unrecognizable
Fandom: Original Fiction (H.O.U.N.D.S.)
Prompt(s): mistaken identity, "You're a liar."
Rating: Teen
Additional Tags: whump, hurt/comfort, friendship, found family, spy-fi, brainwashing
Bright lights burst in her eyes. Sounds came at her from all angles, seeming to whiz by in all directions. Images flashed in front of her, some familiar, but disappearing too quickly for her exhausted mind to latch on to.
Cassandra wasn’t sure when she had last slept. Or eaten. Or drunk. The last few days had been…erratic. Sure, she’d had sleep, and water, and even some food, but never enough, and not on any sort of recognizable schedule. She wasn’t even sure what time of day it was.
Cassandra wanted nothing more than to close her eyes against the dazzling light, tune out all of the chaos happening around her, and drift off into dreamland, but the stimulant she’d been injected with wouldn’t allow it.
“The images you see before you are of a top F.E.L.I.S. agent. A killer. An assassin,” a booming voice echoed around her. The words killer and assassin seemed to reverberate forever. “Your mission is to stop her from murdering her next target.”
The words and images repeated over and over. They felt like a circle: Cassandra couldn’t seem to figure out where they started or ended.
Killer.
Assassin.
Murderer.
Kill.
Killer.
Assassin.
Murderer.
Kill.
Killer.
Assassin.
Murderer.
Kill.
Kill.
Kill.
Kill…
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Cassandra stood stock-still, waiting for her orders. A man in a suit stood beside her, listening to a walkie-talkie. Two uniformed men wielding machine guns stood behind them, on guard.
The walkie-talkie came to life, spilling out static and broken words. The man in the suit responded and then slipped the radio into his pocket.
“She has arrived,” he said to Cassandra. He pressed a handgun into her hand. Cassandra gave a curt nod and began to make her way to the northwest side of the island.
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It didn’t take Cassandra long to find her target.
She hid in the bushes and the trees, tracking her as she made her way inland. Her target was observant—every snap of a twig caused her to scan the area for threats. But Cassandra hid herself well, and the target kept going.
Finally, the target stopped. She took device out of her pocket and began fiddling with it. Cassandra took the opportunity to gain the high ground by climbing up a nearby tree.
BANG!
A shot rang out. The target looked up, startled. Cassandra jumped down from the tree, tackling the target to the ground.
“Cass! Is that—what are you doing?” the target said as they grappled.
Cassandra pulled back her fist.
The target ducked out of the way and twisted out of Cassandra’s grasp. She jumped to her feet, panting.
“Cass! It’s me, Minnow!”
Cassandra sprang up after her and punched again. Minnow dodged.
“You know me! It’s Minnow! Your partner!”
No, that couldn’t be right. Minnow was her friend, her partner, not the assassin standing before her.
“You’re a liar.” Cassandra raised her gun.
Minnow’s eyes widened. “Cass, wait—”
Cassandra pulled the trigger, and Minnow hit the ground. Then she fumbled for her wallet.
“Look! Here’s my ID. My driver’s license, my H.O.U.N.D.S. badge.” She staggered to her feet as she held them out to Cassandra.
Cassandra glanced at them. “You stole those.”
The target gaped. “I did not!” she said. “You can see photos. It’s me!”
Cassandra scoffed. “You don’t look anything like those pictures.”
“What are you—”
Cassandra raised the gun again. The target grabbed her wrist and forced it up, sending a bullet into the sky and Cassandra toppling to the ground. The target held her down with one hand while wrenching the gun away and tossing it out of reach with the other.
“Look at me! Really look at me! I don’t know what you’re seeing, but—” The target’s eyes shone with…tears? “You have to look past that!”
Cassandra’s head swam. It was as if she were seeing double, the image of the target in front of her competing with the image of Minnow stored in her brain. Cassandra blinked hard, trying to shoo the image of Minnow away, but when she opened her eyes, it was stronger than ever.
The target released her hold on Cassandra and sat back. Cassandra sat up and brought her hand to her head, trying to steady herself.
“Cass?” the target said softly. “Are you ok?”
When Cassandra opened her eyes again, the image of the target was gone. It was just Minnow sitting before her, worry painted on her face.
“What—?” Cassandra said. She felt like her mind was grasping at straws. “How—?”
Minnow breathed a sigh of relief. “You back with me?”
“Yeah, I—I think so,” Cassandra said.
Minnow stood and pulled Cassandra up after her. “Are you ok?” she asked again.
Cassandra nodded as they began to walk. “It was so strange. You looked like you the whole time, but my mind was telling me that you were someone completely different.”
“Fascinating.”
“Except at the end, there. Then I was sort of seeing…two of you? Except one was you and the other was Not You.”
“But both looked the same?”
“I think so?”
“Wow,” Minnow said. “I’d love to be able to do research about that one.”
“I don’t think that’s ethical,” Cassandra said.
“Yeah,” Minnow agreed. “At least I’ll have your psych workup to look through.”
Cassandra groaned. “That is the last thing I want to do after all of this.”
“Lucky for you, we’ve got to figure out what F.E.L.I.S. is doing on this island first,” Minnow said.
“Oh! That!” Cassandra said. She started patting her pockets. “I’ve got the notes on that somewhere…”
“Do you?” Minnow said doubtfully. “I would think F.E.L.I.S. would have taken them.”
“Right,” Cassandra said, dropping her hands to her sides. “But I still remember it. They’ve got this gambling setup going on—”
“Wait, wait, wait. F.E.L.I.S. went to all the trouble of brainwashing you to kill me, but they couldn’t make you forget what you found out?”
Cassandra paused. “Yeah, I guess so.” She shrugged. “Too bad for them that you’re not on their side.”
“I don’t think that I would be able to tolerate working with a bunch of boneheads.”
Cassandra laughed. “I don’t think you would, either,” she said. “But as I was saying…”
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Sometimes, before he opens his eyes and the white lights flicker above him, the darkness of the room whispers a name.
Eyes too adjusted to the night, he sees his hands reach the abyss. High above his head, pale bony things reach for the susurration of syllables against his walls.
“Tell me,” he whispers. “I’m listening.”
But the walls go quiet before he can hear their answer, and the room is filled instead with the whir of a ventilation system and the click of the surveillance cameras shifting their angles.
Darkness replaces itself with emptiness, and the white walls– the ceiling, the floor, the sheets on his cot– burn his eyes. A thin arm presses over his face as he hides for a second more.
“Tell me,” he whispers again, quieter than before. “Tell me .”
But the walls are devoid of anything other than the fresh white paint covering last week’s accident, and he sighs with resignation. The room's light watches him– harsh and unforgiving, a god he can’t shield his eyes from– and his figure forms a sharp shadow on the walls.
Bone by bone– vertebra by vertebra– he peels away from his bed. Swings his legs over the side. Brushes his hands down the sheets beside him. They’re barely wrinkled, barely warmed despite the hours he spent lying upon them. He’s stopped wondering if that’s a fault with him or the bed.
In the rooms surrounding his own, he hears the others wake. A few of the younger children still cry until someone comes in to take them away, soothing words tricking them away from their tears long enough for syringes and needle points to make their appearances. Even some of the kids near his age will whine– but, he’s been told, they’re past the point where whining makes them cute, and soothing words have been replaced with harsh tones and the back of an angry hand.
He hasn’t asked them what it means that he’s ten years old, and he supposes there’s probably no meaning to it at all. Not when the people in white coats take detailed notes about how he’s smart for his age, but they wonder why he’s not as curious as he should be. They ask one another why he’s the only child who doesn’t brim with questions, fears and wonderings sticking behind his lips like he’d never receive an answer.
Once, he asked in broken words if he’ll be here for another decade. They patted his head and marveled at using such a big word. The next day, they took his books from his room.
Since then, he’s become a more simple and silent creature. He rises from his bed, movements slow and deliberate, imagining himself as a machine designed for a particular task. Putting one foot on the floor, he imagines his coding sending messages to the rest of his body. Good, now the next one. Viewing his body as a machine is better than seeing it as the cage the people in the white coats say it is– a vessel, they say—a container.
It was a fun game at first, playing the part of a machine. Now, it’s more a habit than anything else. Just like it’s a habit to take the new clothes provided by his door– left there while he slept– and carry them to the tiny shower in the connected bathroom. He stares at blank walls and new curtains as lukewarm water rains upon his body. He adjusts the nozzle until the stream’s out of his eyes; he remembers when he couldn’t do that, and wonders if the people in the white coats have kept track of each bit he’s grown.
Washes his hair with shampoo that smells of nothing. Washes his face with soap that always irritates his eyes. Washes his body with a soft washcloth that still makes his stitches and injection sites itch. The white of the room seems to stretch on forever, a blank canvas that offers no respite from his monotony.
As he dries his hair and begins to dress, a few droplets of water splash from the showerhead onto the tiles. They say the beginning of a name.
He pauses, tips his head to the side. Listens.
The dripping stops, and he continues as though he hadn’t heard a thing.
The clothes they give him aren’t as soft as his pajamas, but they seem more comfortable than what the adults wear. Like the people who take him and teach him and strap him down, he’s all in white. White pants and a white button-up shirt and a white wristband printed with the letters they say is his name: F12040
No shoes, though, and no socks. He never goes outside, and the facility floors are clean enough. His fingers find his hair to tug at the knots near his ears and the back of his neck, struggling to undo the mess without the aid of one of those mirrors they keep in the testing rooms. He’s only caught small glimpses of himself, but not enough to remember the details. Are they details that matter, anyway, when the only things that matter about him are what the people here do to him?
Beneath his skin, something rumbles. He looks down at his hands– his hands, he tells himself, even when the rumbling begins to feel like something else’s pulse.
The sound quells, though, when the door opens.
It’s a woman who comes in this time, pale hair pulled into a tight bun on the top of her head, reminiscent of the ballerinas in the books they used to read him before bed. She’s taller than the man who used to come in, her cheekbones sharper and eyes colder. He wonders if she used to know the man who was here before her.
Her eyes drift across the walls, lingering on the newly painted spot beside the bed. It’s enough to answer his question.
She doesn’t have a name tag but, then, few of the adults do. The names he’s learned have come up in conversation, and he’s memorized them if only to have a few more sounds to add to his vocabulary.
“Your stretches,” she says. The man before her used to at least ask nicely.
Still, the boy does as commanded. His muscles ache from yesterday’s sessions, a sharp twinge pulling across his back as he goes through the routines they taught him when the more intense tests began.
We need to make sure there are no lingering effects on your body
It had been a scary statement at first but years have passed, and he’s still just as capable of completing his morning stretches, even if it is with a bit more fatigue each day.
He bites his tongue as he raises his arms above his head in the final stretch, but he can’t fully keep the low groan from escaping his lips as the spasm pulls into a more painful sting.
The woman’s eyes catalog the movement. She doesn’t write anything down, but he can visualize how she’s noted it in her mind. Vaguely, his heart beats a little quicker.
“The director will meet with you after today’s sessions,” she says abruptly. “You’ll be changing rooms.”
His heart thuds harshly again, but he nods without a sound. The woman stares at him for a moment longer before turning. He knows to follow her– three paces behind, no more and no less.
Behind him, the little room whispers a name he doesn’t know.
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Monthly nonsense 23.7
element zero and mass relay have make mass effect a unique sci-fi game. However it doesn’t means other sci-fi’s element can’t be used in ME fanfics. Which will add a lot of space to image, perfect
And I'm getting better at reading his microexpressions, and he has a lot of them
Does prothean have a Dyson ball?
prothean is like a weakened version of the triton
what‘s the hight of Javik?
seems tumblr ME fans like the emotional javik?
Was the design of the prothean, which is perceptive and strong and has four sharp teeth in the upper jaw, inspired by snakes? Could the primitive prothean have bitten its prey to inject venom and then dragged it back to its nest to slowly suck blood? I can't stop thinking about it.
The markings on the back of javik's head are just too much like a blue ringed octopus. How poison could prothean be! Do they Interracial Sexualizer REALLLY want to kiss Javik unprotected??? Emm..yes….
Can't stop imagining Javik squeezing venom out of his teeth every day and loading it into special bullet casings …… Saliva sticking to the mouth of the bottle…so horny…too much head canon!
JUST CAN'T STOP! Not objective, not correct, OOC, too erotic!
I'm still in shock
Javik's smile was very rare and fleeting. He smiled just a few times in all. When the first conversation in Normandy, he had smiled briefly when he thought there may be survivors in Ilos and when he recounted his original mission. He had smiled sadly when he spoke to the Prothean VI in Thessia; he had smiled when he gave the echo shard to the Shep before the final battle. His fleeting smile always holds a lot of weight. And he actually comment with SMILE AFTER HE SLEPT WITH SHEP! I'm shocked.
What's Daily news like in prothean's society?
Javik being Catalyst was such a bad idea, good thing they changed it
How can he speak so calmly while having so many sad micro-expressions
its not a ME thought, but I wonder what’s Javik comment on Dragonball’s alien characters…
just so happy to see he smile, a pity he don't smile in game often. This makes me want to give him a happy future even more, maybe, in my story, future...
I think the prothean society described by liara might not conflict with what javik said
How difference in appearance between two prothean? In Javik’s memory there was only color and voice and the spot maybe, they even have the same height! There have to be more differences
Shep’s personality is too flat and not growing, only fanfics give him/her some kinds of explanations. I may have a different shep in my story
ME’s AI is too human like, EDI and Gess, just like human talking machine language, not like Galactic Empire Series which Ai has rules and different logic, Sense of heterogeneity, multiple angles. It’s hard I know
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The main differences between prothean and tritonians are:
The prothean do not live in a harsh environment and have scarce resources unlike the triton
The prothean do not have a completely transparent mind like the triton, they still need to touch and smell to understand perceptual thinking, which is why I consider them to be a weakened triton
Protheans do not inherit knowledge from birth like tritons, they still need to learn, although they may learn quickly through touch and echo shard. protheans can also forget memories.That's why the living span of a triton is thus probably infinite. Whereas Javik apparently mentions that the life span of prothean is finite
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If prothean is sharing memories while mating ……ahhh
Has prothean ever engaged in class division as well as breeding control? The best people are entitled to leave offspring and all that?
The prothean must have been technologically advanced in biology because they worshipped the theory of the underdog and they were not averse to experimenting on primitive asari
I wish I could get javik to learn how to play chess
Just found Javik's eight pupils can look in four different directions.
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What is the ecology of Prothean's home planet? At least given his bipedal form, his planet's gravity shouldn't be too far off from Earth's.They may have once been aquatic, and if they can detect a spectrum of light other than natural light, this could also explain their gill-like throats. They may have had webbing between their toes in the past. Or perhaps they are terrestrial creatures, but the planet's thin atmosphere cannot absorb most of the ultraviolet light.
If they were perhaps ever able to fly, the atmospheric pressure of their planet would have been not insignificant, as wings of this size would have been difficult to drive a body of the Collector's stature and mass on Earth.
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Does prothean have a temperature sensing system?
Have the remains of a defeated Sovereign not been studied? Do they really just treat everything as a gess rebellion?
With Javik's eyes, there is usually an expression on one side and none on the other (the eyes are always wide open), except when emotionally aroused when there is an expression on both sides together. I wonder if the half of their brain that controls their emotions only controls half of their eyes?
his face is a bit like Mickle Jackson!
Finally, both geth and EDI have a soul because of the code of HARVEST. And HARVEST, from ORGANIC
What if ME's amino and dextro-amino are thought to be designed? Because in reality humans can eat dextro-amino acids and the prothean appears to be unrestricted
what if Javik was waked by human (even Cerberus)BEFORE the reapers invade? Human will become a giant empire! He will help human a lot, to prevent reapers, to find his people exist possibility.
Ever notice the line 'More of my people survived?' It even looks a bit ridiculous to see the way his lips switch rapidly between smile and displeasure, but that's the struggle of being in despair when he's holding on to hope..
What's the hole in his head under the carapace for?
What's prothean's skull like?
I wonder what javik would think if he smelled what Shepard is thinking: that prothean really is the right bed partner...
Is prothean a democracy? Or a democratic republic? Or a hegemony? Or an imperial system? What is their authority like, AVATARS?
I don't remember javik ever refusing to let shepard ask him a question.
Think about it, if Javik had originally planned for all the races he led in this cycle to fight the reapers and your race refused. Then in his mind, you are the husk that will be manipulated by the Reapers in the future, and then even exterminating you now would be a way to reduce the threat in the future. Don't forget that Javik's mission has always been to fight the Reapers, and he is completely ruthless about it.
But he's just saying, let your race face the reapers on its own. Very merciful. Indeed.
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Application of 3+2 CNC Machining in Mold Making Factory
Plastic injection mold manufacturers have long embraced simultaneous multiple-axis machining on machine tools with five or more axes, but more and more China injection mold makers have begun machining mold components on multiaxis platforms in the past few years, said Charlie Chan, engineering manager HS Mold & Die Co.,LTD
He mentioned, however, that the common approach for machining mold parts in houses is 3+2, or 5-axis positional machining. According to his estimate, about 80% to875% of the multi-axis work is performed via 3+2 rather than simultaneous when cutting up to five sides of a prismatic metal workpiece in one fixturing.
What is 3+2 CNC Machining
3+2 (5 axis) CNC machining, also called “positional five-axis machining”, is a technique whereby a three-axis milling program is executed with the cutting tool locked in a tilted position using the 5-axis machine’s two rotational axes, hence the name, 3+2 machining. During the machining process, the fourth and fifth axes are used to rotate the cutting tool in a fixed position rather than to manipulate the tool continuously. On a standard three-axis machine, the only part face that the CNC machine could cut with a cutting tool in its normal position is the horizontal face that faces directly at the spindle.
3+2 CNC Machining Advantages
Compared to conventional three-axis machining, the main advantage of 3+2 CNC machining is the reduction of setup time. According to data from our mold making shop, we could save easily 20% to 25% in setup time because we don’t have to handle that part multiple times.”
Another big benefit of 3+2 CNC Machining is that it allows for the use of a shorter, more rigid cutting tool. With 3+2 machining, the spindle head can be lowered closer to the work piece with the tool angled toward the part surface. This means that a good surface finish and more accurate dimensional results can be achieved .This helps to improve part accuracy by being able to position a work piece so that short, rigid cutting tools are applied, such as when producing undercuts in mold cavities and steep wall inserts in addition, with 3+2 machining, we can use standard, off-the-shelf tools
Rather than using some custom, extra-long tool or holder and risk vibration, this helps to save money easily by 10% to 15% in injection mold costs because there is no need to use special tools for mold manufacturers in china, 3+2 Machining is an ideal option because they can use more off-the-shelf, standard catalog tooling. They have the freedom to reach into my part at different angles without using an especially long tool or special to make that feature on that part.
Application of 3+2 CNC Machining
Where applicable, 3+2 machining will save time and improve operations.This technique is more and more popular with mold making company because it offers great convenience while deep cavities or inserts in complex plastic molds that would otherwise have to be machined with long, slender tools or with tool extensions. Long, slender tools increase the risk of deflection or chatter and tool extensions can create clearance problems. Using 3+2 machining also allows undercuts in cavities and steep walls on standing mold cores to be machined directly. This technique might reduce or eliminate operations for electrical discharge machining (EDM).Relatively few parts are not suitable for 3+2 machining, including complex components. 3+2 CNC Machining is usually used to machine below parts:
deep cavities or inserts in complex plastic molds
certain types of parts from the solid rather than from a complex casting
Drilling holes of metal parts at compound angles such as aluminum brake cylinders in a single setup
We are a China injection mold maker and our CNC machining center has both 3+2 and full 5 axis machining capability, capable of making prototypes and production parts as fast as one day. Reach out HS Mold and see how we could benefit your next CNC rapid prototyping or low-volume manufacturing project.
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How scientist applied the recommendation algorithm to anticipate CMEs’ arrival time Coronal mass ejections (CMEs) are eruptive solar events. They are often associated with solar flares and filaments. CMEs can cause space weather events such as geomagnetic storms, high energy electron storms, hot plasma injection, ionospheric storms, and increased density in the upper atmosphere. Large CME events can impact communications, navigation systems, aviation activities, and even power grids. To avoid potential damage and asset loss, there is a need to accurately predict the arrival of the CMEs in two parts. Will the CME "hit" or "miss" the earth? If the prediction is "hit", then the next question is what is the expected arrival time of the CME? In a research paper recently published in Space: Science & Technology, Yurong Shi from National Space Science Center, Chinese Academy of Sciences, applied the recommendation algorithm which could be used to recommend the similar historical CME event for forecasters, to anticipate CMEs' arrival time and proved that recommendation algorithm and logistic regression could act together to provide forecasters an option to improve the prediction results. Firstly, data and methodology were prepared. The author selected samples from a total of 30,321 CME events which were collected from the SOHO/LASCO CME catalog, from 1996 to 2020. Oversampling was used to solve the unbalanced data and have obtained 181 positive samples (CMEs that reached the earth) and 3486 negative samples (CMEs that did not reach the earth). Besides, 8 characteristic parameters are gathered by characteristic parameters selection, including angular width, central position angle (CPA), measurement position angle (MPA), linear velocity, initial velocity, final velocity, the velocity at 20 solar radii, mass. A complete and unified dimensionless data set of the 8 characteristic parameters was set up and ready to facilitate the development of the prediction model. Furthermore, to search for the historical event most similar to the specified CME event, the authors adopt two distances commonly used in machine learning and computer artificial intelligence: cosine distance and Euclidean distance which were both proved performing well during the experiment. Afterwards, the experiment, a controlled trial, was designed. The first stage is the data sampling. A total of 3,667 samples including 8 characteristic parameters are randomly divided into two equal subgroups. One (1,833 samples) is for weight training and the other (1,834 samples) is for the subsequent recommendation test. During weight training stage, the author used 1,466 training samples served as the training set to train weights following both the logistic regression procedure and the recommendation algorithm, while the rest as (367 samples) the validation set. Briefly, a total of 6 experiments are conducted to train weights, and hence, 6 sets of weight coefficients are obtained with 4 from the logistic regression algorithm and 2 from the recommendation algorithm. Two logistic regression frameworks were adopted for comparison. One was the logit function provided in the Python-based statsmodels module and referred to as "sm.logit." The other also Python-based was the LogisticRegression classifier provided in the scikit-learn (sklearn) library and referred to as "sk.LR." Comparing all models, the sm.logit model performed the best in both the validation set and the test set. It was appropriate to choose the weights of sm.logit as the optimal weights in the following stage in this particular work. Besides, it can be seen that using the recommendation algorithms to train the weights of characteristic parameters was very time-consuming, but it was easier to obtain the weights by logistic regression. Therefore, a new attempt was to apply the weights obtained by the logistic regression to the recommendation algorithm. The feasibility of such operation was tested during the final stage, recommendation test stage. In summary, the author first calculated the weights of the characteristic parameters of CMEs based on logistic regression and then fed them into the recommendation algorithm to provide the most similar historical events as a reference for CMEs effectiveness forecasting. It can be found that in each skill score the model applying the weights of logistic regression to the recommendation algorithm was better than that using recommendation algorithm alone, so this hybrid model was feasible. Such a treatment avoided training the recommendation weights to save time and computer resources. At present, applying the recommendation algorithm to the prediction of CMEs is very rare in literature. The author proved that once the logistic regression model confirm the effectiveness for a CME, the recommendation algorithm can be used to recommend similar historical events. That recommending similar historical events as a vivid reference for forecasters is a great improvement to the forecast service by contrast to the binary "yes" or "no" forecast provided by the logistic regression model only. Space weather forecasters can be able to make use of this method to execute a comparative analysis. IMAGE....Top: From left to right, snapshots of the CME event occurring at 2006 August 16 16 : 30 UT provided by SOHO LASCO C2. Bottom: From left to right, snapshots of the CME event occurring at 1997 April 7 14 : 27 UT. CREDIT Space: Science & Technology
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Understanding the Key Cycles of the Injection Moulding Process
Injection molding is a method for producing a wide variety of plastic products. It is utilised in a variety of industries to create intricate and challenging plastic parts. The procedure is divided into stages to ensure that the pieces are completed correctly. Knowing about these steps speeds up the production of superior components. Let's look at the key steps of injection moulding.
1. Clamping Cycle:
This stage starts the whole process by firmly closing the mold. It's important to keep the mold safe while injecting.
Machines use either hydraulics or mechanics to press the mold shut perfectly, making sure the final product looks the same every time.
Getting the right pressure is crucial to avoid extra bits, bending, or mistakes in the parts.
2. Injection Cycle:
During the injection process, hot liquid plastic is pressed firmly into a closed mould.
The plastic begins as microscopic fragments, which are melted and forced into the mould with a special instrument including a screw or plunger.
Controlling how hot it is, how hard it is pressed, and how quickly it goes in is critical to ensuring that the pieces appear excellent and do not have any issues such as holes or bending.
Once the mould is filled, the pressure holds the plastic in place until it hardens, ensuring that the components come out exactly as they should.
3. Cooling Cycle:
When the mold is full, the cooling part starts to make the liquid plastic harden.
Making sure it cools down fast is important to keep the parts the right size, make them faster, and stop them from bending or getting weak inside.
The mold has special channels to cool it down quickly, so the parts can be made faster without making them worse.
Deciding how long it takes to cool it depends on things like what kind of plastic it is, what shape the part is, and what you want it to be like in the end.
4. Ejection Cycle:
When the liquid plastic has cooled down and become hard enough, it's time to take the part out of the mold.
Things like pins or plates push the part out of the mold very carefully.
Doing this the right way is important to keep the part and the mold safe, and to make sure everything keeps working well for a long time.
Making sure the part has the right angles and shape helps it come out of the mold easily without getting bent or stuck.
5. Post-processing Cycle (optional):
Sometimes, more steps might be needed to finish the parts just right.
This could mean cutting off extra bits, making the surface smooth, putting parts together, or checking to make sure they're good enough.
Doing these extra steps makes the product better and makes sure it's just how the customer wants it to be.
Knowing how injection molding works is important for making plastic parts that are always good quality, made fast, and don't cost too much. Each step in the process is super important for making sure the parts look the same every time, have fewer mistakes, and can be made faster.
Using fancy machines, being careful with how everything is done, and coming up with new ways to design molds helps companies make the most out of injection molding for all sorts of industries. If you would like to learn more, visit our website: www.hlhrapid.com
About the Author:
HLH Rapid is a leading rapid prototype manufacturer, renowned for its cutting-edge services. Specializing in rapid prototyping, we excel in turning ideas into reality with precision and efficiency. The expertise lies in understanding the distinct cycles of the injection molding process, ensuring consistent quality, streamlined production, and cost-effectiveness.
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PET scans have a wide range of applications across various fields of medicine, including:
Oncology: PET scans are extensively used in cancer diagnosis, staging, treatment planning, and monitoring. They can detect cancerous tumors, evaluate the extent of cancer spread (metastasis), assess treatment response, and detect cancer recurrence.
Neurology: PET scans help in studying brain function and diagnosing neurological disorders such as Alzheimer's disease, Parkinson's disease, epilepsy, and brain tumors. They can visualize brain metabolism, blood flow, and neurotransmitter activity, providing valuable insights into brain function and dysfunction.
Cardiology: PET scans are utilized in cardiology to assess myocardial perfusion (blood flow to the heart muscle), viability of heart tissue after a heart attack, and the presence of coronary artery disease. They can also identify areas of ischemia (inadequate blood supply) in the heart.
Psychiatry: PET scans aid in understanding psychiatric disorders by imaging neurotransmitter systems in the brain. They help in studying conditions such as depression, schizophrenia, bipolar disorder, and addiction, providing insights into the underlying neurochemical imbalances.
Infectious diseases: PET scans can detect sites of infection or inflammation in the body. They are used in diagnosing infections, assessing the extent of inflammatory processes, and monitoring response to treatment, particularly in conditions like tuberculosis and certain types of pneumonia.
Research: PET imaging is valuable in biomedical research for studying various physiological processes, drug development, and understanding disease mechanisms. It helps researchers investigate molecular pathways, evaluate new therapies, and develop diagnostic tools.
The procedure for a PET (Positron Emission Tomography) scan typically involves several steps:
Preparation: Before the scan, you may be instructed to avoid eating or drinking for a certain period, typically several hours, depending on the type of PET scan being performed. You may also need to abstain from strenuous physical activity to ensure accurate results.
Tracer Injection: Once you arrive at the imaging facility, a small amount of radioactive tracer material will be injected into a vein, usually in your arm. The tracer is often a compound containing a radioactive atom, such as fluorine-18, attached to a substance like glucose or ammonia. This tracer is chosen based on the specific area or function of the body being studied.
Uptake Period: After the tracer injection, you will typically need to wait for a period known as the uptake period. During this time, the tracer circulates through your bloodstream and is absorbed by the tissues or organs being studied. The length of the uptake period can vary depending on the specific tracer and the area of the body being imaged.
Scanning: Once the tracer has had time to distribute throughout your body, you will be positioned on a flat table that slides into the PET scanner. The scanner is a large, doughnut-shaped machine that contains detectors to measure the gamma rays emitted by the tracer.
Image Acquisition: As you lie still on the table, the PET scanner will move slowly around you, capturing a series of images from different angles. The scanner detects the gamma rays emitted by the tracer and uses this information to create detailed, three-dimensional images of the distribution of the tracer in your body.
Data Processing: After the scan is complete, the raw data collected by the scanner are processed by a computer to create the final PET images. These images are then reviewed by a radiologist or nuclear medicine physician, who interprets the findings and prepares a report for your referring healthcare provider.
Post-Scan: Once the scan is finished, you can typically resume your normal activities unless your healthcare provider advises otherwise. The radioactive tracer used in PET scans usually has a short half-life, meaning it decays rapidly and is eliminated from your body within a few hours.
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