Unveiling Precision: Google Pixel Watch 2 and Fitbit Charge 6 Redefine Heart Rate Tracking
In the ever-evolving landscape of smartwatches and fitness trackers, the Google Pixel Watch 2 and Fitbit Charge 6 emerge as pioneers, showcasing the pinnacle of heart rate tracking technology. As we delve into the intricacies of these devices, it becomes evident that they are not just wearables; they are sophisticated health companions.
The Foundation: Advanced Sensors
Contrary to the common misconception of heart rate tracking relying on pulse vibrations, the technology embedded in both devices surpasses expectations. The introduction of PPG sensors (photoplethysmography) marks a paradigm shift. By utilizing green LED light, these sensors measure blood circulation's volume and movement, providing a more nuanced understanding of heart rate.
The Google Pixel Watch 2 takes it a step further with its multi-path LED sensor, covering more skin surface area. This enhancement ensures more accurate recordings, especially during dynamic activities like High-Intensity Interval Training (HIIT). The struggle against the nemesis of heart-rate tracking—motion—is met head-on, resulting in a remarkable 40% improvement in accuracy during vigorous exercises.
Illuminating the Path: Lights and Modes
The devices offer versatility in tracking modes. While passive all-day tracking optimizes battery life, the exercise mode illuminates all sensor lights, ensuring comprehensive data capture during intense workouts. It's a balancing act between efficiency and functionality, tailored to the user's needs.
Harnessing the Power of AI
A true game-changer lies in the integration of Artificial Intelligence (AI). The Pixel Watch 2 introduces an enhanced algorithm, a testament to the symbiosis of technology and health. These devices go beyond merely capturing heart rate data; they process it through advanced AI algorithms. The Charge 6, despite being a fitness tracker, inherits these algorithmic advancements, delivering a seven-day battery life while managing the added computational load.
Evolution Through Testing
The journey to perfection involves relentless testing. The development team's commitment is evident in their rigorous testing methods. From running on the beach to simulate unpredictable movements to accounting for diverse factors like skin tone, age, gender, and environmental conditions, the algorithms are refined to offer not just data but high-quality, reliable insights.
Beyond Numbers: Daily Readiness Score
It's not just about heart rate data; it's about actionable insights. The culmination of advanced HR sensors and AI-led algorithms births the Daily Readiness Score. Whether signaling readiness for a strenuous workout, indicating the need for rest, or suggesting a gentle push, these devices empower users to tailor their fitness journey.
A Healthier Tomorrow
In essence, the Google Pixel Watch 2 and Fitbit Charge 6 transcend the conventional boundaries of wearables. They are not just watches and trackers; they are health partners equipped with cutting-edge technology. The meticulous fusion of sensors, lights, AI, and continuous testing reaffirms their commitment to delivering accurate, meaningful data.
As we embrace these advancements, we not only monitor our heartbeats but embark on a journey toward a healthier and more informed lifestyle.
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Warnings: this fic will include obsessive behaviour, possible non/ducbon, bullying, and other elements which may not be specifically triggered. Please be cautious in continuing on to the story.
Character: Walter Marshall
Summary: A fellow gym go makes your workouts even more taxing.
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You come out of the changing room and peek at the wall mirror as you pass. You admire your new bubblegum pink leggings and polka dot top. It’s a bit out there but you’ve seen neons in this place that make your retinas burn. Besides, you’ve never been shy when it comes to fashion. It’s not just your passion, it’s your job.
It’s late enough that the bodies there are far and few between. You prefer the nights when the gym feels like a ghost town. The air is quiet but not stagnant.
Your water bottle swings on its handle from your hand as your bouncy steps keep in time with the boppy music thrumming in your earbuds. Your workout mix is a nice blend of retro and contemporary bass hits. You catch yourself humming and stamp it down. Sometimes, you forget other people can perceive you, not that there’s many around to so.
You find an empty mat. They all are. You put your bottle down and start your stretches. Your late night sessions help clear your mind though it never really stops. In your mind, you’re seeing pleats, seams, and ruffles.
Your body moves without thinking. It’s all muscle memory. You’re no gym rat, you don’t go that hard, just enough to loosen up your muscles. Your note overly swoll as the young ones call it. You’re fit enough for a light jog and the stairs don’t leave you winded like they used to.
After your stretches, you slurp loudly from the straw of your water bottle, walking with it still between your lips as you head for an elliptical. You can just let the repetitive motion take over. You pop your lips off the tub and slip the bottle into the little plastic holder on the side of the machine.
As you climb up, you see another figure across the floor. The man sits on the end of a weight bench. For a moment, it looks, even feels, like he’s watching you. From there, you can’t see very well. You don’t wear your glasses in the gym since you lost a pair to a hungry leg press.
You can make out dark hair and his burly form. Hazy but wide enough to clock. Most people around here are stacked. You’re too casual for all that. And you like a piece of tiramisu with your Friday lattes.
You pick your speed and start to climb. You cling to the machine and rock your head to the music. Once more, your throat vibrates and you have to remind yourself to stop. You can’t help it, you love Destiny’s child. Does that date you? For someone working in fashion, you can’t ever risk that.
You zone out, vision blurring as you let your body do the work. The sweat speckles and slicks across your skin. Damn, you might just be bootylicious after this work out.
Your fitbit rumbles and you look down. You’re in the zone. You keep going until you hit thirty minutes and slow down. You cool off for ten minutes and swipe up your bottle, sucking on it greedily as you head back to the mats.
You swing out your arms and stretch your legs in slowly lunges. You bend forward, touching each toe with opposite hand, lingering with your ass up as you brace your hips. A sudden clang has you standing straight so fast you nearly topple onto your butt.
You throw out your arms to catch your balance as you let out a pathetic, ‘woah-oh-oh'. You look over at the man as begins reps with the heavy dumbbells. You’ve never gotten above the tens. His blue eyes flash in your direction and you give a sheepish smile.
You don’t want to seem weird so you return to your stretches. Arms up, lean to one side, then the other. You hear a strange rumble, like thunder, and look over at the man as he continues to work his traps, staring at you. You could even call it a glare.
You tap your ear bud as you face him, “sorry?”
“Do you have to make that noise?” He snarls.
Your brows pop up. We’re you humming again? Oops.
“Sorry, I didn’t realise I was,” you smile and before you can tap play, he scoffs.
“Typical,” he grumbles as alternates to biceps.
He’s built. He’s arms are bigger than your head. Probably. You don’t think he’d let you compare for scale. You drop your hand without tapping.
You get down and extend your legs in front of you. His breaths underline your movement as you bend one leg over the other and push your straight arm against it as you twist. As you do the other side, facing him, his gaze flicks over again.
“You put more time into choosing that outfit than you do working out,” he shakes his head.
You blanch. Oh wow. You must have been really out of tune if he’s that grumpy. You give a tight-lipped smile and keep going. He’s not the first grouch you’ve dealt with. Your editor is a chronic miser.
You straight arms and legs and bend to touch your toes. You then pull your arms back and plant your hands. You lift your pelvis and torso and lean your head back, raising yourself in a straight line as you hang your head back.
“Form is off,” he mutters.
You lower back down and look at him again.
“Oh, uh, do you have any tips?” You ask curiously. He grimaces. You push your shoulders up and tilt your head, “well, if you think of any, I'd be happy to work on it. I’d hate to hurt myself.”
You get to your knees and groan as you push yourself to your feet. He tuts as gets down to plank, still gripping the weights. He lifts the left and puts it back down, then the right. You watch him for a minute, impressed by his strength. Your wary of lifting too much, you don’t trust yourself.
“You think your cute,” he sneers under his breath.
“Um, sometimes,” you hover across from him, “I just thought you might know more than me--”
“Of course I do,” he puffs between lifts.
“Mm, okay, well, I’d love to learn--”
“They got trainers for that,” he snips as he finishes his reps and puts his knees down.
“Right, um, sorry to bother then. I was only... asking,” you turn and grab your bottle.
You flip the top up again and slurp. You get to the bottom, sucking air loudly up before giving up. He huffs and stands with the weights, slamming them back on the rack.
“Do you have to make so much goddamn noise?” He stands straight and turns to you, crossing his thick arms. You stop short and part your lips.
“It’s empty, I didn’t--”
“It’s not the only thing’s that empty,” he taps his skull, “go back to the mall, girl.”
You scrunch your nose, “you don’t have to be rude, mister.”
“Honesty is a gift,” he snorts.
You pull your chin back. You didn’t mean to annoy him and you apologised already. You’re a nice person but you don’t appreciate his tone.
“Well, if I’m being honest,” you put your hands on your hips, “you’re not very nice.”
He chortles as a crease forms in his forehead, “and you’re not as cute as you think.”
“What does it matter what I think I am?” You challenge, “I didn’t ask you.”
“No, you just float around like some airhead and disturb everyone else,” he accuses.
You peer around, “there’s no one here.”
He drops his arms and lifts his chin. He steps forward and you waver, just a bit, put off by his size.
“I’m here,” he says.
You blink. What does that mean?
He takes another step and you stare at him, necks and cheek burning. His words strike an epiphany. It’s just you and him. He’s a lot stronger than you.
Another step and you put your hands up, “mister, you better not come any closer.”
He scoffs again, “or what? Are you going to cry?”
You pout and shake your head, “no, but I... I could scream. Or bite.”
He shakes his head, “what do you think I’m gonna do, girl? That’s what you do, isn’t it? Make yourself the victim. You need the attention to make you feel special.”
He’s getting closer.
“I said stay away,” you project your voice as best you can, “I’m not afraid of you, mister.”
He chuckles and tilts his head. He stops, just a step away from you, “aren’t you?’
Your eyes meet his and you stand trapped in the snare of his glower. His blue eyes are deep and fiery, his chiseled face is framed by dark curls and a thick beard, and his chin is cleft handsomely. He’s fearsome, a bear in man’s flesh. You’re no more than helpless hare.
You back away and his mouth slants in triumph. He’s won. You turn and gulp, gripping tight your bottle as your sneaker squeaks loudly. You scurry away, buzzing with adrenaline.
“That’s right, you run away, girl, run as fast as you can,” he calls after you, “not very, I’m sure.”
You keep a brisk walk as you hurry towards the locker room and push inside. Your heart is hammering and your breathless as you reach your locker. You put the bottle on the bench and clutch the sides of your head. You’re dizzy as you try to get a rein on your frazzled nerves.
You thought you left the bullies behind in high school, over a decade ago. In that second, you’re right back in your teenage years. Your eyes sting with tears and your stomach churns with humiliation. That glimmer of insecurity creeps back into you.
No, no. You’re an adult. You’re a grown woman. You have a job and a life you love. You’re nothing they said you were. You proved them all wrong and you will prove that butthead wrong too.
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Google laid off hundreds of workers in several divisions Wednesday night, seeking to lower expenses as it focuses on artificial intelligence and joining a wave of other companies cutting tech jobs this year.
The Silicon Valley company laid off employees in its core engineering division, as well as those working on the Google Assistant, a voice-operated virtual assistant, and in the hardware division that makes the Pixel phone, Fitbit watches and Nest thermostat, three people with knowledge of the cuts said.
Several hundred employees from the company’s core engineering organization lost corporate access and received notices that their roles were eliminated, two of the people said. Google said that most of the hardware cuts affected a team working on augmented reality, technology that combines the real world with a digital overlay.
“We’ve had to make some difficult decisions about ongoing employment of some Google employees and we regret to inform you that your position is being eliminated,” the company told some workers in the division, according to the text of an email reviewed by The New York Times.
Google confirmed the Assistant cuts, earlier reported by Semafor, and the hardware layoffs, earlier reported by the blog 9to5Google.
“We’re responsibly investing in our company’s biggest priorities and the significant opportunities ahead,” a Google spokesman said in a statement. After cuts throughout the second half of 2023, “some teams are continuing to make these kinds of organizational changes, which include some role eliminations globally.”
The cuts continue a trend of tech layoffs, after large companies such as Google, Meta and Amazon laid off thousands of workers last year. Ten days into this year, more companies have announced job cuts. Earlier Wednesday, Amazon shed hundreds of workers from its Twitch streaming service, Prime Video and MGM studios. Xerox said this month that it would cut 15 percent of its 23,000-person staff, and the video game software provider Unity Software said it would eliminate 1,800 roles, or 25 percent of its work force.
At Google, Sundar Pichai, the chief executive, has pushed the company since July 2022 to sharpen its focus and to reduce expenses as global economic conditions deteriorated. In January 2023, Google shed 6 percent of its work force, or 12,000 people, in the largest layoffs that the company has conducted. Since then, executives at the company have said they would try to significantly reduce costs, as it focuses on the growing field of generative artificial intelligence.
Google, which had 182,000 employees as of Sept. 30, said the layoffs on Wednesday were part of a set of reorganizations that were made in the normal course of business.
The Alphabet Workers Union, a group representing more than 1,400 workers at Google’s parent company, Alphabet, described the layoffs as “needless.”
“Our members and teammates work hard every day to build great products for our users, and the company cannot continue to fire our co-workers while making billions every quarter,” the group said in a post on the social media site X.
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