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electronalytics · 11 months

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Molten Salt Solar Energy Thermal Storage Market Report Includes Dynamics, Business Strategies and Huge Demand by 2032

Market Overview of Molten Salt Solar Energy Thermal Storage:

Growing Renewable Energy Sector: The molten salt solar energy thermal storage market is witnessing significant growth due to the increasing adoption of renewable energy sources, particularly solar energy. Governments and organizations worldwide are investing heavily in renewable energy projects, including solar power plants, which drives the demand for molten salt thermal storage systems.

Efficient Energy Storage Solution: Molten salt thermal storage systems offer efficient energy storage capabilities, allowing solar power plants to store excess energy generated during peak sunlight hours. This stored energy can then be utilized during periods of low sunlight or high energy demand, enabling a more consistent and reliable power supply from solar energy sources.

Cost-Effective Energy Storage: Molten salt thermal storage is considered a cost-effective energy storage solution compared to other technologies like battery storage. The relatively low cost of molten salt materials, combined with their high heat storage capacity, makes them an attractive option for solar power plant operators looking to store large amounts of energy.

Enhanced Power Plant Performance: The integration of molten salt thermal storage systems with solar power plants enhances their performance and efficiency. The ability to store and dispatch energy as needed enables solar power plants to operate at a higher capacity factor, maximizing their electricity generation and revenue potential.

The global molten salt thermal energy storage market is poised to grow at a CAGR of 9.95% from 2022 to 2030.

Key Factors Driving the Molten Salt Solar Energy Thermal Storage Market:

Rising Awareness of Energy Storage Benefits: The awareness and understanding of the benefits of energy storage, including molten salt thermal storage, are increasing among utilities, project developers, and policymakers. The ability to store renewable energy and provide dispatchable power is recognized as a valuable asset in the energy transition.

Technological Advancements: Ongoing technological advancements are driving the development of more efficient and cost-effective molten salt thermal storage systems. Improvements in heat transfer efficiency, thermal insulation, and system integration are enhancing the performance and reliability of these systems.

Environmental Concerns and Climate Change Mitigation: The urgency to address climate change and reduce greenhouse gas emissions is pushing governments and organizations to adopt cleaner energy alternatives. Molten salt thermal storage enables the efficient utilization of solar energy, which significantly reduces carbon emissions compared to fossil fuel-based power generation.

Demand for Molten Salt Solar Energy Thermal Storage:

Solar Power Plants: The primary demand for molten salt thermal storage systems comes from solar power plants. These plants utilize the thermal energy stored in molten salt to generate electricity continuously, even during non-sunlight hours, thereby increasing their operational flexibility and overall efficiency.

Energy Storage Projects: The growing demand for energy storage projects, including standalone storage facilities or hybrid systems integrated with renewable energy sources, contributes to the demand for molten salt thermal storage. These projects aim to enhance grid stability, improve renewable energy integration, and ensure a reliable power supply during peak demand periods.

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dsiddhant · 2 years

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May 30, 2022 (AB Digital via COMTEX) -- The global Thermal Energy Storage Market size is projected to grow from USD 188 million in 2020 to reach USD 369 million by 2025, at a CAGR of 14.4% during the forecast period. The growth of the thermal energy storage market is majorly driven by increasing...

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facts-i-just-made-up · 4 months

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whats the most powerful dessert in the world

In the summer of 1877, a man walked into Clarabelle's Chocolate Cake Shoppe in Boletaria, Michigan. He ordered a Rich Chocolate Cake, their specialty. What he got was said by all who had ordered the same to be a delightfully rich dessert, but he was not impressed. He asked to see Clarabelle and told her the cake wasn't at all rich to his palate. She apologized and not only refunded his cake, but promised to make him a much richer cake if he'd come again, money back guaranteed.

He came in the next day and took her up on the offer. She made him a special cake with twice the chocolate, but still, he found it underwhelming. True to her word, she refunded it and promised that if he'd give her one more chance, she'd give him a cake he couldn't possibly find bland. He accepted.

The next day, he came in for his cake. Clarabelle had made a new cake with ingredients known to include several pounds of concentrated cocoa, several blocks of pure chocolate fudge, at least two essential humors from the cocoa seed, and also one unknown substance, present in only a gram but said to have been delivered under armed guard by the Pinkerton Agency, which she ordered her staff out of the kitchen to fold into the batter.

The result was a strange cake that her waitstaff described as "barely-a-cake," held together by a minimum of flour and egg. It glowed brown and smelled most pungently of chocolate, a harsh sort of chocolate akin to sulfur in the burning sensation it caused in those near it.

The man sat down and ate a slice while Clarabelle and her entire staff watched, waiting to see what would happen. They found out, but few lived to tell. The man's head, according to the sole surviving waiter, melted quickly before exploding in a colossal chocolate burst that leveled the restaurant, killing Clarabelle, three Pinkerton Agents, four customers, two waiters, a passing ox, and left the entire region uninhabitable for 140 years. Nothing grows in the region to this day, but scientists have finally begun cataloging the state of the area and allowing critical personnel into the area with high-level biological protection.

The government naturally hid this from public knowledge for fear that Clarabelle's Last Cake could be duplicated by terrorists or food vloggers, but thanks to the freedom of information act, we now know the legacy of the cake if not its secret ingredients. The man who ordered the cake is still there. Nobody knows his name, but his body stays smouldering to this day, smelling strongly of delicious chocolate batter, and will still for a half-life of 400,000 years. Called "The Cadbury Bunny's Foot" by scientists, his remains are considered the most intense chocolate concentration in the solar system, perhaps the galaxy owing to the lack of genuine cocoa plants off the Earth.

It is still only half as terrible as those damn 90% Cacao Lindt bars.

#chocolate #dessert #cake #chocolate cake #unreality

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luxudus · 4 months

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Took me long enough but heres the sequel to the september cutting room floor. Ending this series for good. Staring in order by their number Starting with the entries made for 2022

1. A mammaloid alien native to a dangerously cold planet iconic for it’s red and blue plantlife. They are skittish herbivores. Grazing along its planet’s “grass” by grabbing handfuls of plants with its oral tentacles and brought it to a mouth located in a hollow space in between its oral tentacles and head. And would sport vibrant patterns to blend in with it’s equally colorful forests

2. Originally a suggestion by my friend Lemuel. They were a descendent of pill bugs/roly polies that evolved powered flight. They soared through forest understories with three sets of flattened legs and held onto branches with their hind pairs of limbs. In spite of the radical change to their movement, they would still act and eat like any other Armadillidiid Isopod. Only now they could get to their food much faster

Now onto the entries made for 2023.

3. An alien predator that has all of our senses, but none of the familiar organs. They see the world with an organic sonar dish so powerful it could see colors as good as any eye. They smell and feel heat through heat pits on the sides of their body. They hear sound through sensitive whiskers on the feet of their hydraulic legs. And they eat and taste with a liquivorous proboscis. And on top of their unique sensory organs and a testament to their overwhelming success, they are also freakishly intelligent. Not fully sophont, but still able to run circles around earth’s smartest life aside from humans.

4. An orbital view of a carbon planet. A hypothetical world where it and the rest of it’s star system formed with much more carbon in its composition than standard oxygen. In place of water would be oceans and clouds of hydrocarbons. And nestled right in between the crust and mantle would be a hundred-kilometer-thick layer of pure diamond. Sadly how life would evolve and take advantage of such a world was never conceptualized before spectember ended. Maybe someday this idea can be covered again and be brought to justice.

5. A descendant of azhdarchid pterosaurs from the same world (or at least set of timelines) as the aforementioned Dinosauroids. They live in hierarchical herds where the strongest males have ownership over the herd’s female members. They are also extremely violent, capable of killing their own predators if a hunt goes slightly wrong, And changes in power often escalate into bloody fights that could end in death. Some members are even willing to kill their herd mates' children if it means they get a chance to continue their bloodline.

6. A descendant of the golden snub-nosed monkey that has evolved to mimic the violet deathhead from my last official september post. Their fur is a speckled brown to blend in with the trees it lives on. The structure mimicking the deathhead sail is derived from nasal flaps once used to attract mates. The primate’s blue skin paired with clusters of veins within the nasal flaps create the iconic purple hue. High concentrations of melanin along the tip of the nasal flaps mimic the black stripes. And even the orange spots are recreated by rows of unusually thin skin refract sunlight the same way the webbing between our fingers turns orange as a close light source passes through it

7. A dinosauroid microbiologist who lived in a time when their people colonized the solar system. A Chia’J-di ecologist who lived in a time when their species’ industrial revolution provoked an equally powerful environmentalist counterculture, the globe they are holding is earth 500 million years in the future and long after pangea ultima split, the version of earth their species hails from. And a masculine female human sophontologist who lived in the aztec empire during it’s height. All pose for a picture. Despite their different walks of life and origins of separate timelines. They are all heads of research within the earth division of the Inter-Timeline Evolutionist Union, better known as the ITEU

The ITEU is a non-profit, nongovernmental secret organization spanning the entire multiverse. With the goal of documenting and archiving the evolution of every species and civilization that has ever lived and will ever live across every possible timeline. Their employee count ranges in the quantifiable infinity, and the division of a single planet is still big enough to utterly dwarf the largest and most technologically advanced civilizations ever documented. And their membership program accepts anyone from individual sophonts like you and I, galaxy spanning gestalt super-intelligence, to even celestial deities that create their own worlds and galaxies and seed them with life.

The symbol above the heads of the earth division is the logo of the ITEU as a whole. Surprisingly very little is known about the meaning behind it. Theories range anywhere from it representing the multiverse as a stream of timelines. The evolutionary tree of life, the infinite fractal-like scale of life and the multiverse. To possibly even the form of the ITEU’s founding species. There’s a very good reason why the logo is a mystery to all. The ITEU has some pretty big flaws in spite of their noble goal. The organization is very secretive, even to it’s own members. Nobody outside the ITEU knows it even exists. The organization’s founders and early history remain a complete mystery. And despite its multiversal span being common knowledge. no one truly knows the full scale of this organization or the multiverse.

They are also very non-interventionist, and will stop at nothing to not leave a mark on the natural world and make any irreversible changes to the course of time. Even if it means never sharing their knowledge with the multiverse’s most advanced civilizations. Allowing interdimensional atrocities to keep going despite having the power to stop it. Or even keeping their own members from ever returning home. This whole entry was meant to be a bigger grand finale to 2023’s spectember instead of the Batesian mimicry ring or the neurodivergent posthumans. And was meant to be a meta look at 2023’s entries and the genre of speculative evolution as a whole before spiraling out into its own thing entirely.

(i apologize if the aztec woman appears culturally and/or racially insensitive, if anyone who's an expert on aztec culture wants to give feedback I'd appreciate it a lot i want to improve more on illustrating other cultures)

#my art #artist on tumblr #speculative biology #art #worldbuilding #alien species

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apod · 8 months

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2023 September 21

Cosmos in Reflection Image Credit & Copyright: Jeff Dai (TWAN)

Explanation: During the day, over 12,000 large mirrors reflect sunlight at the 100-megawatt, molten-salt, solar thermal power plant at the western edge of the Gobi desert near Dunhuang, Gansu Province, China. Individual mirror panels turn to track the sun like sunflowers. They conspire to act as a single super mirror reflecting the sunlight toward a fixed position, the power station's central tower. During the night the mirrors stand motionless though. They reflect the light of the countless distant stars, clusters and nebulae of the Milky Way and beyond. This sci-fi night skyscape was created with a camera fixed to a tripod near the edge of the giant mirror matrix on September 15. The camera's combined sequence of digital exposures captures concentric arcs of celestial star trails through the night with star trails in surreal mirrored reflection.

∞ Source: apod.nasa.gov/apod/ap230922.html

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probablyasocialecologist · 10 months

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The missing element in our sustainable energy strategy is a renewable source of thermal energy. Geothermal energy produces heat, but its potential is limited to regions that have volcanoes. Biomass is another option, but it faces many problems. If we were to try to provide an important share of heat demand by burning biomass, we would quickly come up against the limits of what the planet can produce. There is only one source of heat energy left, and it is a powerful and inexhaustible one: solar energy. We tend to see solar energy as yet another way to generate electricity, using photovoltaic panels or solar thermal power plants. But solar energy can also be applied directly, without the intermediate step of generating electricity. Basically, harvesting direct solar energy can happen in two ways: by means of water-based flat plate collectors or evacuated tube collectors, which collect solar radiation from all directions and can reach temperatures of 120 °C (248 °F), and by means of solar concentrator collectors, which track the sun, concentrate its radiation, and can generate much higher temperatures. These can be parabolic trough systems, linear concentrating Fresnel collectors, parabolic dish systems or solar power towers. Almost all of these technologies were developed at the turn of the 20th century.

#solar power #solar energy #solar thermal #solar furnaces #solar punk #fascinating and hopeful stuff!

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takingchences · 6 months

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ultraviolet pt. 5 - BAKUGOU

A descendant of a legendary quirk longs to separate herself from her family name, but first she'll have to confront villains, ghosts from the past, and her growing attraction for Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight.

Pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x OP!fem!oc

Warnings: mature language

Let me know if you would like to be added to the ultraviolet taglist! A big thank you to everyone for reading!

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"What the hell is going on?" Sana was frozen in the middle of the sidewalk, staring uncomprehendingly at the mob of reporters loitering outside of the school gates. How are we supposed to get through?!

Any other time, she would simply boost herself over them like she did during the quirk assessment. However, since her school uniform required her to wear a skirt, flying was out of the question. She wouldn't be able to live with herself if her underwear was broadcast across every news station.

Through the sea of people, the solar-powered girl spotted a few familiar faces. It seems that a number of her classmates had braved the crowd, but none of them seemed to be making any progress in getting to the gates. Sana would've preferred to wait it out, but classes were starting soon, and she couldn't risk being late. Who knew what sort of soul-crushing punishment Aizawa had in store for such an occasion. The thought alone made a chill run down her spine.

The pastel girl carefully moved towards the crowd, trying to maneuver through the warm bodies. She narrowly avoided an elbow to the temple, only for a microphone to be shoved in her face.

"Hey, you! You sure look familiar. Are you a pro's kid or something?"

"No, sorry." the girl politely answered, trying to step around the woman. A manicured hand grabbed onto her arm, pulling her back.

The reporter, a tall woman with cropped brown hair and a beauty mark by her lip, tilted her head, lilac eyes narrowed in concentration. "No, I've definitely seen you somewhere-"

"If you'll excuse me, I need to get to class-" Sana twisted her arm out of the woman's tight grip, attempting to push past her and towards the gate, only to be stopped once more. "Let me go."

"Wait a minute! We need to interview All Might's students- Hey, kid! You're blocking the shot!" The woman yelled in a shrill voice, like a child on the verge of a tantrum. Sana turned back, only to have her view blocked by a muscular back. Bakugou now stood between her and the woman. His head was turned to the side, his hands shoved deeply into his pockets like always.

"Are you deaf or just stupid?" Bakugou asked in a low drawl, sounding surprisingly calm for, well, him. "She already answered your shitty question."

"B-but-"

"Excuse me, kid!" A shorter, bald man stepped forward, eyeing the blonde up and down with a shaky smile. "Are you in All Might's class?" The man's eyes grew large, as though he'd just realized something important. "Oh? Wait, aren't you that Sludge Villain kid?"

Sludge villain? Her plum irises trailed across the profile of the blonde, whose entire body seemed to stiffen under the man's curious gaze before he forced himself to relax.

The wild, untamed hair that had looked oh so familiar on their first day. His appearance, combined with his explosive quirk... it all fit. The student's name was never released to the public, but there was no doubt in her mind that the reporter was right. Bakugou was the kid from the news all those months ago.

"Walk away." The explosive teen hissed through clenched teeth, his sharp gaze promising a slow, agonizing death to anyone that dared to question him again.

"Bakugou," Sana murmured, gently tugging on the fabric of his blazer to direct his attention away from the nosey press. "Let's go, yeah?" She went to yank him towards her, but his feet were firmly planted, fists out and clenched at his side.

"Bakugou, Sakano." A voice called their names in a tone that could only be described as done with the world. "You're going to be late." Sana's heart nearly stopped at the warning. He won't punish us, right? It's not our fault we can't get through--unless this is another one of his tests?

"Yes, sensei." Sana bowed her head as she passed Aizawa, forcefully dragging an angry boom boom boi behind her.

If those reporters had discovered her identity, the press would've had a field day. Her father would've been annoyed with the amount of attention focused on her "silly passions." Any publicity that wasn't about him or his campaign was considered negative in his eyes. Whether he realized it or not, Bakugou had saved her.

It was only fair to return the favor.

"LET GO OF ME, DAMMIT!"

Sana rolled her eyes, releasing her iron-like grip on his collar before turning on her heel to face him. "Do you have to be so dramatic all the time?"

"HUH?!"

The girl cocked an eyebrow at him pointedly, as if to say see what I mean? Most students were already in their classrooms, so the hallway was pretty much empty. Sana brushed a stray hair behind her ear, her arms crossed over her chest in an attempt to calm her nerves.

"Thank you," she mumbled. She could feel his vibrant eyes burning through her, but she refused to meet his gaze, instead choosing to stare down the deserted corrider they'd just came from. She cleared her throat uncomfortably. "For helping me out back there."

"I didn't do shit, dumbass." he replied, shoving his hands back into his pockets. "You were blocking my way."

Sana couldn't help it.

She laughed.

Of course he would say something like that! It was stupid to expect anything other than an insult to come flying out of his mouth. It didn't matter that a horde of reporters were parked outside, blocking students from entering the gates. No, according to him, she was the problem. Sana rubbed her left temple, but it did nothing to soothe the irritation that always seemed to accompany her interactions with the ash blonde. "You're a real pain, you know that?" The boy didn't bother replying. It was a rhetorical question they both knew to be true.

"What was that garbage she was spewing? About you being a pro's kid?"

Sana sucked in a breath. She was shocked, to be honest. She didn't think Bakugou would care much for small talk, or gossip, or really anything that didn't involve beating people to a pulp. She composed herself before replying. "There are no heroes in my family."

"But they're something, right? I overheard 'em talking about it in class the other day. Said your dad was on TV or some shit."

Something indeed.

The Sakanos were the closest thing to royalty their society had, followed closely by All Might. They were regarded as the founding family of quirks. Her great ancestor, the first person to ever receive a quirk, was born glowing in a small hospital in China.

Unlike today, where about 80% of the population possesses a unique ability, back then, a glowing baby was not considered normal. People were outraged, rioting against those they considered different, even when they knew it was out of their control. Her family was forced to flea the country in fear of being persecuted, which is how they'd ended up in Japan.

"You could say that," she begrudgingly admitted. "So," she carefully redirected the conversation. "About what that guy said..."

"He was confused." The words were clipped, final. Like he was ending the conversation before it had even begun.

"Bakugou," she sighed. "It's okay-"

"Shut the hell up, would you?" Bakugou's jaw was clenched tightly, his vermilion eyes burning through her. "I said it wasn't me!"

His hands were clenching and unclenching at his sides, the muscles shaking. Popping filled the air as sparks flew from his hands. He looked heated and ready for battle, but under all the anger and bravado he exuded, she could see what he was trying so desperately to hide.

Fear. Shame. Vulnerability.

Katsuki Bakugou, one of the strongest in their class, was the victim of a villain attack. The boy who fought like no other, who could control his quirk and body with perfect precision, had been unable to fight back at the most crucial time. Fire and explosions didn't stand a chance against a villain with no physical body. She remembered watching the live feed as it was broadcast. How the blonde had clawed at the gunk around his mouth and nose, only for his fingers to slip right through his attacker. She'd witnessed the boy before her slowly dying as heroes stood by and watched, unable to help.

Trauma leaves marks on people. Some may be visible, while others or more well-hidden. But they exist, and make themselves known in time.

This was one of those moments.

"Bakugou," she whispered, reaching out a comforting hand, but he was already moving. Hands tucked into his pockets, feet stomping down the hall with his head hung low.

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After such an eventful morning, one would think the universe would give the students of 1-A a break, but no.

Bakugou had been strangely subdued in class, though Sana contributed his out of character behavior to their uh, strained conversation in the hallway. The blonde had been giving her the cold shoulder ever since. Not that they were best buds to begin with, but the strawberry blonde had grown used to their petty arguments and banter, and she found herself missing it the longer the day went on.

She even went so far as tugging on one of his spiked locks when Present Mic wasn't looking, but Bakugou remained firm in his decision to ignore her.

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Mina and the gang were already seated at their usual table when Sana stepped out of the lunch line with her tray in hand. She could see Bakugou slouched in his seat like always, a deep frown on his lips. On his right was Kirishima, who was talking to him with his brows knit in concern. On his other side were Sero and Kaminari, who were bent over the lightning boy's phone most likely watching a Minecraft video. On the other side of the table, Mina was clutching her stomach in laughter, while Jirou quietly nodding along to the beat from her headphones. An empty seat was left open between them.

The seat across from Bakugou.

It was hard enough having to sit behind him in class, but having to face him? She could still see his tortured expression from earlier as he refused to admit that anything had happened to him ten months ago. The soft plea in his stare begging her to drop it.

No, she couldn't face him. Not yet.

She knew Midoriya wouldn't mind her sitting with him for the day, but Sana had a sneaking suspicion that doing so would only cause Bakugou to retreat from her even further. Sitting with Shoto wasn't an option. Looking around, she couldn't even spot his unusual hair through all of the bodies filling the cafeteria. Even if she did somehow find him and convince him to eat with her, things were still so awkward between them. Though she wasn't sure where exactly things had gone wrong between them, it would take more than a thirty minute break and two bowls of cold soba to rekindle their friendship.

Which left her with only one option; flying solo.

They'd only been attending U.A for a short period of time, so the peach-haired girl wasn't well acquainted with most of her classmates yet, let alone students from other courses. Sana wasn't sure how great she was at making friends. She'd only ever had two before arriving at U.A, and compared to Shoto, anyone could look social.

Here goes nothing.

Holding her head high, she confidently made her way over to a small table near the corner, placing her tray down diagonally across from a guy with one of the coolest hairstyles she's ever seen.

"Uh... hi?"

"Hey," she smiled sheepishly with a visible blush on her cheeks. The boy looked so confused and almost frustrated by her presence that she nearly crawled under the table in embarrassment.

"Are you lost?" He asked, head tilted slightly as he analyzed her with hooded lavender eyes.

"No."

"Are you sure?" He leaned forward in his seat, resting his crossed arms on the table.

"Positive," she replied, raising her chopsticks to her mouth and taking a bite. Cold soba was something she'd been introduced to at a young age by Rei Todoroki. It quickly became one of her favorite dishes, and she looked forward to eating it each time the woman made it. She missed Rei, almost as much as she missed her own mother.

At least Rei's family knew where she was, and why she had to leave.

Some people were just left to wonder forever.

"Look, I don't mind sharing a table. I know this place is packed." The purple-haired boy reached back to scratch the nape of his neck. "But if you're just sitting here because you're curious, then kindly fuck off."

"I'm sorry, what?" There must be some mistake. There's no way he actually said that... right? Why would a complete stranger tell her to fuck off?

"Why else would you chose this table?" He scoffed, a smile with no humor behind it curling his lips. "Am I supposed to believe it was only a coincidence?"

Sana shook her head, blinking rapidly to try and make sense of the situation. "Look, I don't know what the big deal about me sitting here is, but I don't appreciate you shooing me off like I'm some annoying gnat buzzing around your head." The bored expression he'd worn since she sat down fell away as he grinned lazily.

Bastard, she grit her teeth. You think this is funny?

Sana sighed heavily, her eyes falling shut. "I'm not great at this, okay? This approaching people, making-new-friends-thing is still new to me. But I hate eating alone." During her last few months of middle school, Sana had been forced to eat lunch by herself. Shoto refused to speak with her or acknowledge her presence unless absolutely necessary. With her father never around, and Umi busy working around the house, Sana had no choice but to eat most of her meals alone.

"I figured you wouldn't mind the company, but obviously I was wrong." She stood, grabbing her tray, but a voice stopped her from walking away.

"... wait."

She eyed the boy warily. His gravity-defying hair seemed to droop a little as he released a full body sigh. He rubbed a hand across his tired eyes before meeting her gaze. "Sit down," he gestured to the seat she'd just vacated. Sana looked at the chair before turning her attention back at him, not moving an inch. He sighed again. "I would like you to sit with me. Please."

The solar girl hesitantly sat back down. "It does get a little lonely sometimes." He smirked, but the sadness in his eyes was unmistakable. He offered his hand. "I'm Hitoshi Shinso."

Sana placed her hand in his larger one, used to the warm tingle physical contact brought to her. "Sana Sakano."

The two shook hands before returning to their meals. Not much was said between the two, but neither of them minded the silence. Even if they'd just met, they understood one another. For a moment, there were two less lonely people in the world.

Then all Hell broke loose.

Alarms blared and red lights flashed overhead. A voice came over the intercom to announce that there'd been a Level 3 security breach. Students from all grades and courses began to race for the doors.

"What's going on?" Sana yelled, her hands cupped protectively over her ears. She wasn't even sure if he was able to hear her over the roar of sirens and panicked voices. Shinso shook his head, watching the chaos unfold around them with an uneasy expression. The solar girl rose from her seat, turned to her companion and motioned towards the door. "Come on!"

The two ran for the exit, quickly getting separated as they entered the crowded hallway. She was vaguely aware of Shinso shouting her name before his purple hair was blocked from view by a wall of bodies. Shoves came from every direction, frantic hands pushing and pulling at her hair and clothes in a desperate attempt to move forward. They were packed into the small space like sardines, a mass of warm bodies pressing against one another.

Suddenly, a firm, unrelenting grip seized the back of her blazer collar and yanked.

"OI, DUMBASS!" Sana released a sigh of relief at the familiar gruff voice. She was pulled back into a firm chest and guided towards the wall. The muscles against her back were tense, his arms reaching out to brace themselves against the wall on either side of her head. "Don't just stand there like an idiot. You'll get trampled!" She could feel the vibrations in his chest as he continued to grumble under his breath about her stupidity. His hot breath tickled her ear, stirring her hair. She could hear him just fine even with all of the noise surrounding them.

Sana turned away from the wall and froze. He scowled down at her, his lips pulled down in their usual grimace. Now that she was so close, she could count every eyelash. His eyes were bathed in shadows, but the occasional flash of light made them glitter like rubies. His hair, although sticking out in every direction in spiky tufts, looked soft to the touch. She was so close. How she wished to just reach out and-

"The hell are you looking at, Glow Stick?"

His pale brows were furrowed, his ears quickly turning red. God, how long had she been staring at him? Her own face warmed in embarrassment.

"What happened to 'Flashlight?'" She scrambled to ask, struggling to maintain what was left of her dignity. He shrugged, moving closer as the wave of frightened students jostled them roughly. She couldn't help but roll her eyes. "Seriously, is the name Sana really so difficult to remember?" His frown deepened.

"I can't be bothered to remember the names of extras."

"Let's get one thing clear, shall we? I am not one of your extras." She sneered. "And you'd do well to remember that."

Over his shoulder, she noticed quick flashes of red and yellow hair. The ketchup and mustard duo were together and nearby, but where were the rest of their friends? She asked Bakugou as much and his eyes rolled into the back of his skull. "Those shitty extras are your friends, not mine. I can't help that you losers follow me around all the fuckin' time."

"Is it so wrong for people to like you and want to be around you?" She wondered, genuinely curious about his answer.

His strong competitive drive, cocky personality, and sharp tongue had probably ruined more relationships than anything, but Sana had a feeling it went deeper than that. He didn't seem like the type to share his deepest thoughts and feelings with anyone in fear of making himself look weak. She was sure that there was more to Bakugou than a kickass quirk and punk rock attitude.

She'd seen a glimpse of a more vulnerable side of him this morning, and she wanted nothing more than to peel back each layer one by one until there was nothing left to hide, no matter how long it took.

He scoffed, a muscle ticking in his jaw, but otherwise remained quiet. But before she could question him further, the sirens cut off.

Distantly, she could hear Iida explaining that the reporters were the cause of the lockdown. He went on to reprimand the crowd for losing their composure during a time of crisis, before dismissing them. The crowd slowly dispersed. Bakugou pushed off of the wall without a word, once again leaving the peach-haired girl with nothing but more questions.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #bnha bakugou #katsuki bakugo my hero academia #bnha eijiro kirishima #mina ashido #bnha shoto todoroki #bnha fluff #bnha angst #aizawa shōta #bnha bakugo katsuki #bakugou katsuki #katsuki bakugou

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This started out with an AU @ladydanger420 and I discussed where Juniper is a witch, then @hexlockspear and I sorta expanded it into one where Zoraxis is a coven plotting the downfall of civilized society. Many witch hunters have ventured into the forest, and many have never returned. Those who have at least managed to gather information on the threat lurking in the shadows of the forest.

John Juniper: The Masked Witch, named for the collection of masks he keeps in the luxurious cabin he calls home. Some say that they’re the faces of his victims, disguises that let him lure in prey, or used for barbaric rituals. He lives a bit closer to civilization with his shapeshifting familiar, Gibson, keeping tabs on the outside world and daring witch hunters to try their luck against him. Many have contributed to vitality potions that keep him young and strong.

Fabricator: The Poison Witch, who brews vile toxins in her cauldron. She is said to be the second deadliest witch in the coven, working closely with their master and spending much of her time devising lethal traps. Her home is surrounded by thick briars that hide these traps and trip up careless intruders.

Solaris: The Solar Witch, living up near a small mountain peak where she can get a clear view of the sky and stars at night. Harnessing her power from the sun and moon, she can use concentrated rays to fry those who stray too far into her turf. She was scarred not too long ago by the “Phoenix” reflecting a spell back at her, and she’s nursing a deep grudge over it.

Hivemind: The Hive Witch, nestled away in a flowery grove populated by thousands of bees. He has an affinity with animals, particularly bees, and can set an angry swarm on intruders in a moment. It’s said that he can also cast spells that turn people into pastries or animals, the latter dooming them to join his swarm.

Daniel Sans: The Plague Witch, whose cauldron is used to concoct devastating pestilences and caustic chemical potions. His territory is teeming with infestation, hanging spores and fog making it unwise to enter without proper protection. The contagion also has a nasty effect on the wildlife, making the thicket even more hostile.

Charlie Caliente: The Wildfire Witch, whose powers are similar to those of Solaris but on a much less controlled scale. The coven’s master has stationed him in a less wooded area of rocks and scorched earth, not wanting to risk him burning down the whole forest.

Roxana Prism: The Crystal Witch, and the newest addition to the coven. Feeling scorned by society, she has now set up shop where the trees meet the mountains. There have been reports of her making living constructs from stone, wood, and crystal. She is said to be the friendliest of the coven, but should still be approached with extreme caution.

Doctor Zor: The Mastermind Witch. No outsider has ever seen them, or at least lived to tell the tale. They reside in an eerie manor that can be seen above the treeline, but the forest seems to warp as you travel to prevent you from getting there. Even if you somehow find your way there, you’ll be faced with brambles, man-eating carnivorous plants, giant scorpions, and bears.

Agent Phoenix is a hunter who has survived multiple encounters against the coven, even when facing impossible odds. They haven’t made it out unscathed, with plenty of scars telling tales of their escapades. They’re guided along by a retired hunter via magical means, with various degrees of helpfulness.

#ieytd #i expect you to die #john juniper #agent phoenix #dr zor #commander solaris #the fabricator #charlie caliente #daniel sans #ieytd au #hivemind #dr prism #roxana prism

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Swedish researchers say they have developed a new method of recycling batteries from electric vehicles that allows recovery of 100 percent of the aluminum and 98 percent of the lithium.

Researchers at Chalmers University of Technology have presented the efficient way to recycle metals from spent batteries, and at the same time minimize the loss of valuable raw materials such as nickel, cobalt and manganese.

Furthermore, no expensive or harmful chemicals are required in the process because the researchers use oxalic acid—an organic acid that can be found in the plant kingdom.

“So far, no one has managed to find exactly the right conditions for separating this much lithium using oxalic acid, whilst also removing all the aluminum,” said Léa Rouquette, PhD student in the Department of Chemistry and Chemical Engineering. “Since all batteries contain aluminum, we need to be able to remove it without losing the other metals.”

In the Chalmers battery recycling lab, Rouquette and research leader Martina Petranikova showed how the new method works—taking the pulverized components in the form of a finely ground black powder and dissolving it in a transparent liquid – oxalic acid.

Rouquette produces both the powder and the liquid in something reminiscent of a kitchen mixer. Although it looks as easy as brewing coffee, the exact procedure is a unique scientific breakthrough. By fine-tuning temperature, concentration and time, the researchers came up with a new recipe for using oxalic acid, an environmentally friendly ingredient that can be found in plants such as rhubarb and spinach.

“We need alternatives to inorganic chemicals. One of the biggest bottlenecks in today’s processes is removing residual materials like aluminum,” says Martina Petranikova, Associate Professor at the Department of Chemistry and Chemical Engineering at Chalmers. “This is an innovative method that can offer the recycling industry new alternatives and help solve problems that hinder development.”

The aqueous-based recycling method is called hydrometallurgy. In traditional hydrometallurgy, all the metals in an EV battery cell are dissolved in an inorganic acid. Then, you remove the “impurities” such as aluminum and copper. Lastly, you can separately recover valuable metals such as cobalt, nickel, manganese and lithium. Even though the amount of residual aluminum and copper is small, it requires several purification steps and each step in this process can cause lithium loss.

With the new method, the researchers reverse the order and recover the lithium and aluminum first. Thus, they can reduce the waste of valuable metals needed to make new batteries.

The latter part of the process, in which the black mixture is filtered, is also reminiscent of brewing coffee. While aluminum and lithium end up in the liquid, the other metals are left in the “solids”. The next step in the process is to separate aluminum and lithium.

“Since the metals have very different properties, we don’t think it’ll be hard to separate them. Our method is a promising new route for battery recycling – a route that definitely warrants further exploration,” says Rouquette, who published her results in the journal Separation and Purification Technology.

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Petranikova’s research group is involved in various collaborations with companies to develop electric car battery recycling and is a partner in major research and development projects, such as Volvo Cars’ and Northvolt’s Nybat project.

The research was funded by the Swedish Energy Agency, BASE Batteries Sweden, Vinnova.

#nunyas news #that's gonna be the game changer there #one of them at least

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The main problem with nuclear energy in the Americas (at least) is the polluting of indigenous land.

The thing is that that's not unique to nuclear power. Obviously, fossil fuels involve it too, but so do renewables.

Switching to renewables would require a much greater amount of resource extraction than to nuclear. The massive amounts of structural materials required to build millions of solar panels and turbines, compared to a few nuclear power plants, is immense - and the further requirements for energy storage necessitated by the inconsistent power supply mean rare earth metal extraction for batteries, electronics, etc, which also need to be reduplicated across the myriad of power stations required. All power production requires some level of resource extraction. Of existing methods, nuclear requires the least.

Of functionally any metric, nuclear is the most efficient, purely because of the massive power output. For example, coal power actually produces more radioactive waste than nuclear fission, and that waste is pumped directly into the air. If it's waste we're talking about, then we should think about the massive piles of e-waste produced by renewables. Solar panels have a finite service life, and produce electronics waste that can be hazardous to the environment - and a lot of it, because you need millions of panels. Again, nuclear produces less radioactive waste than coal, but nuclear can maintain the scary reputation precisely because it's so efficient, because all the waste it produces is clearly visible, and concentrated in one location - which makes it incredibly easy to handle and store, but also makes it very easy to conceptualise.

Finally, the pollution of indigenous land is a political issue, not a technical one. As long as the colonial state exists, indigenous land will be destroyed, even if there were no electricity - as it was for years. Under indigenous self-governance, this political issue would not exist, and the question would be a technical one. I cannot speak for the indigenous people of the Americas, but on a purely technical level, in terms of the energy requirements of any people on Earth, nuclear power is the most effective option.

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How is electricity actually made? - The Rankine Cykle

What do biomass power plants, coal power plants, concentrated solar power plants, nuclear power plants and dry steam geothermal power plants have in common? The Rankine Cykle.

When I learned about this system, the first question that I asked myself was "how can it be that this is the first time I´m learning this", because it´s such an important element to electricity production. It made me realize that I actually don´t know how electricity is produced, for example in a coal power plant, or in a nuclear power plant, or in a biomass power plant. And the answer is... We cook water.

Okay, it´s not quite that simple, but also not a lot more complicated. Let´s look at it in detail:

(Source: S.Peake (2018): Renewable Energy. Power for a sustainable future. 4th edition. Oxford University Press.)

The first step is the pump. Here, water gets pumped into the system. The water gets pumped into a steam boiler where it gets cooked, so turned into pressurized steam. And that´s what the energy source is for! Be it coal, nuclear, biomass, solar, it´s used to heat water. This pressurized steam is then led through a steam turbine, which generates electriycity. The now low pressure vapour (which is still very hot) is lead through a condenser, to be turned back into water, which then reenters the cykle. Since the cooling water in the condenser is warmed up during the process, it can be user for district heating, which preserves some of the energy that isn´t being used in the steam turbine.

The whole process is not perfect, the level of efficiency which we used to calculate with in our classes and which is for example given for nuclear power plants here is about 33%. That means that only one third of the energy that is used for heating the water is actually turned into electricity. It gets a bit better if you use the residual heat for district heating, but the rest of the energy is lost. The system works essentially the same for everything you burn to produce heat, coal, biomass etc. It works a bit different for nuclear, where it´s the excess heat of the nuclear fission producing the heat, and in concentrated solar power plants, the heat from the sun melts salt, which is then used to produce stem. This enables the solar power plant to produce electricity even at night, since the salt can keep the heat for a few hours.

I think in order to decide which kind of energy production we should be using, it is important to know how they work. I was surprised how little I knew about the Rankine cycle as the general principal of energy production and I hope that I can spread the knowledge a little bit further.

Source: Source: S.Peake (2018): Renewable Energy. Power for a sustainable future. 4th edition. Oxford University Press. Pages 33-35.

Rankine Cycle - Steam Turbine Cycle | Characteristics | nuclear-power.com

#environmentalism #science #climate change #climate action #rankine cykle #physics #energy production #clean energy #renewable energy #fossil fuels #climate crisis

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“On a technological as well as a policy level, the instruments for reducing global warming are a part of the problem, rather than the solution. Because emissions reductions are designed to enable the continuous economic growth on which capitalism is predicated, “going green” means, more than anything else, a shift from fossil fuel energy to renewable energy on a massive, industrialized scale. But renewable energies on an industrial scale are also extremely destructive.

Hydroelectric power is currently the foremost renewable energy source. Hydroelectric dams are extremely destructive to build. They require a huge amount of concrete, production of which is one of the main greenhouse gas emitters, they cause the loss of huge amounts of forest and farmland, they kill off riverine species such as salmon, they disrupt natural flooding cycles necessary to many ecosystems, and their reservoirs emit large quantities of methane.

Photovoltaic cells capturing solar energy—solar panels—frequently use toxic heavy metals such as cadmium, gallium, and lead in their construction. On a localized scale, houses in most climates could be heated, cooled, and provided with warm water through efficient design capturing solar energy. And if people were willing (and able) to alter their daily habits and limit their electricity usage, photovoltaics free of heavy metals could play a role in this. Many of the problems arise when we take the current energy economy and assume we can keep on operating in the same way, but with different inputs. To meet current energy usage, huge swathes of land would need to be appropriated, denuded, and fenced off for solar farms. And since photovoltaics are only productive during sunlight hours, we would have to construct an enormous infrastructure for energy storage and global high-voltage direct current power lines, meaning more toxic mining, more land grabbing, more energy expenditures, and more cancer and other illnesses. Solar panels also present a waste problem, as the typical panel only lasts 25 years. At current growth rates, by 2050 we could have 78 million metric tons of junk panels, and there is currently no good way to recycle them at an industrial scale.25 Andrea Brock and other researchers argue that, far from a “paradigmatic break,” solar energy “is merely the latest iteration of an industrial growth model” characterized by “undemocratic and unsustainable industrial processes, the concentration of corporate power and profits, and externalized waste and pollution.”26

Geothermal energy, aside from having a low efficiency, requires extensive drilling that can contaminate groundwater. The technology uses pentane, a highly toxic, flammable liquid. Geothermal plants release small amounts of methane and the toxic gas hydrogen sulfide, which causes acid rain. In accidents, geothermal plants can release large amounts, such as occurred at a single Hawai’i geothermal plant during a drilling blowout in 1991, in 2013 after an equipment malfunction, and later in 2018 when the plant was damaged by a volcanic eruption.27

Nuclear power is not a renewable energy, given that it expends its fuel source, uranium, though there is a huge lobby seeking to promote it. Countries began adopting nuclear energy in the first place not for its energy benefits, but because it advanced their nuclear weapons programs. Nuclear plants come with a constant risk of meltdown, releasing large amounts of deadly radiation into the atmosphere and potentially making the territory uninhabitable for millennia. In the West, pop cultural representations of the Chernobyl meltdown ascribe the disaster to Soviet incompetence, but meltdowns and near meltdowns at Fukushima, Japan, Three Mile Island, United States, and Loir-et-Cher, France, shine a light on Cold War propaganda and show that no regime is immune to disaster.

In fact, over one hundred nuclear accidents have occurred since 1952, the largest share of them in the US. But the daily, effective operation of a nuclear power plant may be even worse than a meltdown. In 2011, 75 percent of US nuclear power sites were found to be leaking radioactive tritium.28 Depleted plutonium rods have a half-life of 24,000 years, which, for reference, is far longer than agriculture or wheels have existed, more than 40 times longer than the longest lasting state survived, and roughly 500 to 1000 times longer than your typical nuclear storage site goes without experiencing a major leak. Nuclear proponents argue that the rods constitute a small volume of toxic material compared to mine tailing from coal production, for example. They tend to leave out the millions of tons of radioactive uranium mine tailings (11 million tons from a single site in Utah) and the 1.2 million metric tons of depleted uranium produced by uranium enrichment.29 This radioactive byproduct has a half-life of 4,400 million years (or, roughly the current age of the Earth). Inexcusably, those who developed nuclear technology invented no way to safely store all that waste for the amount of time it will pose a lethal danger to all life, and no such storage technology is even on the horizon. Many nuclear waste storage facilities have been found to leak radioactive compounds into the environment.“

- Peter Gelderloos, “ The Solutions are Already Here”

#peter gelderloos #climate change #nuclear energy

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After the War of Pandora, humans and Na'vi are slowly reconstructing their homes and lives from scratch. Cristina Prince, a horticulturist, was given a job that may well be her greatest challenge yet, for she's given the position of raising a few weeks old baby girl, Myla Socorro, daughter of Miles Quaritch and Paz Socorro.

Spider: A few weeks Cristina: 25 Jake: 22 Neytiri: 18

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"War brings death and conveys life, for when one door is closed, another is opened."

A slight sense of bewilderment overtook Cristina as she gazed at the written words in her notes, causing her to blink in confusion. The atmosphere at Hell's Gate was peaceful that night following the intense battle between Hometree and the Tree of Souls. The RDA personnel were exiled, except for a group of scientists, the avatar team, and some RDA defectors who were allowed to stay.

After the intense battle, Pandora's wounds were tended to, and with time, she gradually regained her strength. Eventually, tranquility was restored to the once chaotic environment, bringing much-needed peace. Harmony was finally restored to Pandora as it slowly healed from the fight. After the incident, those who stayed behind helped the survivors by building new homes for the Na'vi and replanting the burned forest. Some even took in orphans who lost their families during the fight. Dr. Norm surprised everyone by bringing out a group of Na'vi children he was holding, looking like a proud father filled with joy.

Many scientists continued their work in the field while not assisting the people. However, instead of making discoveries for the progress of Earth, they strive to enhance their knowledge. They were inspired by Dr. Grace Augustine's beliefs and actions with the Na'vi and empathized with their situation. Some crew members also devised ways to maintain the operation of Hell's Gate, which is partly uncomplicated since their energy sources are mainly solar-powered.

Although particular necessities such as sustenance and apparel, as well as the management of avatar operators, pose considerable challenges, Cristina managed to rest for only a few hours before alternating with a fellow team member to persevere in pursuing long-term remedies.

That's why she's been reevaluating the documents of her recent studies of Pandora's flora data from the previous ones.

She hopes to have an operable means of improving the growth of plants that will provide enough provisions for the years to come. It was at that moment that she stumbled upon the quote. She was puzzled as to why she had written it there. It was a reference from her younger days, an old textbook she had used for an article report on the consequences of war. She couldn't understand why she wrote it there; it was a reference from her younger years, some old textbook she'd needed for an article report on the outcomes of warfare. An immediate sense of cruel irony dawned on her mind. She faced war and, like many, suffered the loss of friends, family, and close comrades in protecting a world not even their own. However, if offered another opportunity to change anything, she'd pick saving a world full of life and freedom over allowing the destruction of another.

It's a sad and harsh reality that Earth is facing inevitable destruction. The thought sometimes crosses our mind that if we had treated our planet with respect, taken care of its environment, and not exploited it for our selfish needs, could we have had a chance to survive?

Feeling drained from hours of intense concentration, Cristina took a deliberate breath and carefully placed her meticulously organized documents onto her workspace's cold, unyielding steel surface. She leaned back on the sturdy stool and closed her eyes, gently rubbing her tired face to alleviate the strain and tension that had built up throughout her work. Despite her efforts to maintain focus, the endless stream of numbers and words had begun to blur and merge, making her feel her efforts were in vain. Unbeknownst to her, Cristina started to experience discomfort in her stomach as low grumbles emerged. What was the last time she'd eaten?

Jumping off the stool, she briefly stretched her back before she went toward Hell's Kitchen, hoping to find any ration bars left in the cabinets or any premium coffee Max usually hides behind the bookshelves, which she discovered while cleaning. To keep quiet, Max now shares it with her.

She managed to pass Habmods across the north and central parts of the triangle; however, as she neared one of the residential areas, she heard faint bellows in one of the rooms. Confused, Cristina went to the doorway, pressing her ear against the cold metal surface, waiting for the noise. After a long pause, she pulled back about to leave, thinking it might be something else or her imagination getting to her since she was hungry.

The soft bellows turn to bloody shrieks.

With a swift movement, she lifted her hind leg and directed her attention toward the door. Without a moment's hesitation, she exerted an incredible amount of force, causing the door to break apart from its hinges and fall with a resounding bang onto the floor. Stepping forward, the only things in the bleached room were a single bed, dressers, a miniature bookstand, and a wardrobe. She swiftly starts rummaging around the space, probing at everything, leaving nothing to chance in finding the source. It wasn't until she proceeded to the closet that she uncovered what she'd been looking for, utterly horrified at what was surrounded by a linen basket: a tiny baby girl. With tender care, Cristina reached out to the little one wrapped in a pink blanket, crying inconsolably for an indeterminate time.

The baby's face was flushed and puffy, indicative of the distress she had experienced. Cristina held the infant close to her chest, murmuring gentle words of reassurance, even though she was uncertain if Eywa or her words were reaching the child. Gradually, over a few minutes, the baby's sobs tapered off, eventually becoming intermittent hiccups, as Cristina comforted her with loving care. Taking this opportunity, Cristina quickly stands, darting back to the South side of the Avatar link room.

Upon returning to the room, she immediately spots Dr. Norm Spellman and Dr. Max Patel huddling on her workbench, browsing through the documents she left moments ago. Walking towards them, Norm looks up and greets her," Ah, Dr. Prince, Max, and I was looking over your notes-" Cristina pushes them to the side, ignoring Norm as the horticulturist swipes the papers and other caseloads off the table. Norm and Max were puzzled as they observed their friend silently dumping everything on the floor. Max was worried that she might have a mental breakdown and was about to ask her about her strange behavior when she carefully placed the baby on the ground and started unwrapping the blanket. The two men were frozen in shock, unable to move from the table's side as they watched the scene before them. Norm, completely amazed, approached the table and gazed at the baby girl. "Is that a baby?!" he exclaimed in a high-pitched voice.

Cristina glanced up and gave a disapproving look at the foolish question. "Yes, I found her alone in one of the rooms in the residence. The poor baby was crying nonstop until I arrived." She carefully inspected every inch of the infant's body, gently moving her arms and legs to check for any injuries or skin irritations. Finding nothing, she then checks the baby's diaper. That's when she uncovered the cause of her screams; her diaper was completely full and leaking from the seams meaning whoever left her in that room had been locked in that room longer than Cristina initially thought. Which didn't settle right with her. Placing her hand on the baby's arm, she turned to the two scientists, "Max, I need nurses here for a complete diagnosis, clean fabric, and anything we can feed her," Max could only nod as he ran out of the room. She then turns to Norm," Norm, I need records of whoever is or was pregnant and find answers to why she wasn't in the sanitarium, or nobody claimed her." Norm keeps staring, still unable to process the situation, "Norm!" Cristina shouts at the anthropologist, snapping him out of it, mumbling her sorry as he heads to the Operations Center.

"And bring me, Jake Sully, while you at it!"

"Meet Myla Socorro, daughter of Miles Quaritch and Paz Socorro."

Jake wasn't expecting that sentence as soon as he wheeled himself into the infirmary, barely within the enclosure. Norm and Max were there, along with Cristina, who held a small bundle in her arms, which is probably why Norm called him hysterically. Claiming that he needed to get here quickly, being the greatest possible importance, which he was right about now. As Jake slowly propelled himself forward, the soft hum of his wheels barely audible, his eyes fixated on the tiny bundle before him. With its delicate, creased features, the baby looked up at Jake, and their eyes locked in a moment of mutual curiosity. The baby's gaze was intense, with its large, hazelnut-colored eyes piercing into Jake's own, and for a few seconds, neither of them looked away.

Norm seeing Jake's silent state, continues, "It seems that the relationship between Socorro and Quaritch was kept confidential besides from the higher-ups, and private nurses were attending to her needs; however-" Norm was immediately cut off, "We shipped them all away with the remaining RDA personnel," Cristina said bitterly," and those incompetent bastards didn't have the decency to tell anyone of this little angel." she spoke subduedly and tenderly, stroking Myla's cheek, causing the baby to lean more to the warmth. The two scientists beside her hum in agreement, smiling at Myla. Glancing back toward Jake, Cristina frowned at the man's frozen state, still staring at Myla, so having enough, she went up to the Marine veteran. Gently positioning the baby in his arms, causing Jake finally snapped out of his daze, replaced with slight fear and panic while stiffly holding the newborn.

"I know that you'll be transferring your consciousness to the Na'vi tonight," she said with a small grin, acknowledging the man's unease, "but we really need your assistance in figuring out what to do next."

Due to her young age, cryosleep was not a viable option for Myla to return to Earth. The journey alone would be fatal for her, and even if they waited until she was old enough, she would be too attached to the beautiful landscapes of Pandora to leave her dying home world. Jake knew raising a human child, especially the first one in Eywa'eveng, would be a challenge.

He suggested to Max, "Maybe we could place her with a family in Hell's Gate? There must be some willing to take her in." Max let out a sigh and replied, "We already tried that. Everyone is still adapting to their new roles, and honestly, nobody seems eager to take on more responsibilities."

Jake sighed. However, he'd understood his reasoning. They're mainly comprised of individuals that came to further their work and passions and encounter discoveries, not raising a child. Looking down, he began to truly study the baby's features, from the soft strands of strawberry-blonde hair to her teeny toes that reminded him of those little Tic Tac candies Tommy used to like when they were kids. Smiling, he places his thumb against her hand, marveling at how her soft skin feels against his. Suddenly, sensing his touch, Myla moves toward Jack's hand, clutching onto his ring finger with a firm grip causing Jake's breath to hitch. He gasped as she tried her hardest to bring his hand to her mouth, deeming it food. Cristina giggles at the scene, along with Max and Norm, as they observe Pandora's heroine, the mighty Toruk Makto, be awestruck by a mere baby girl.

"I think someone is hungry~," Cristina chirped, leaving for the kitchen. She later returns with a small glass bottle along with a white cloth. However, rather than grabbing Myla to feed her, Cristina sets the fabric on Jake's right shoulder, placing the bottle into his free hand. The man wanted to send the woman a foul glare at the position she'd put him in, but he moved his fingers away from the tiny baby's toothless jaws, substituting them with the warm bottle. Quickly latching on, Mlya drank happily as Jake's poster became more relaxed, his heartwarming as he watched the girl blissfully aware of her situation as she enjoyed her meal.

Throughout his life, he never thought he'd be someone that liked anything associated with kids; Sure, Jake adored them; however, Jack never imagined having one of his due to his own responsibility and feared he wasn't good enough to be a dad. Growing up, his father, an intoxicated bastard barely around, rendered him and his brother nothing but despair and endless mistreatment. He and Jack constantly fought and even had fistfights that left them with bloody knuckles and bruises that lasted for days. Jake protected Tommy with everything in his being, never wanting that monster to hurt his baby brother, dealing with years of their father's rage until they both turned eighteen, leaving him in the middle of the night for a better life away from that hell.

A sudden belch snapped out of his thought, chuckling he'd move the bottle away from Mlya, "Better out than in, right?" Myla babbled at him as he raised her up to his face. Jake took a moment to appreciate the baby bobble before he handed her back to Cristina, "I need to further discuss this with Neytiri and Mo'at. Until then, Cristina, you will be her primary guardian until we make a permanent decision." Jake declared as he wheeled himself to the exit. Approaching the metal doorways, Jake heard a slight 'wait' from behind him; turning his wheelchair slightly, he looked at Cristina, smiling at him, "Ya?"

"Good luck, and… happy birthday."

Jake glances down, grinning, before he responds in a subdued tone, "Thanks."

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