Archive for June, 2018

Windows 10. Phone issues.

I have the misfortune of having to work with Windows 10 at the office now.

It looks neat I gotta say, but what is it like working with it?

Like you’re driving a horse drawn, silk saddled carriage that has the break constantly drawn, through a stoney desert.

It looks good, but boy is it a shitty and bumpy ride.

In other news, my Asus Zenfone Max Z010d hit the bucket. First the wifi wouldn’t connect. Ever. Then it was stuck in a bootloop.

Several attempts of lay (and lame) hacking/flashing it later, I got it briefly up to running again. I had to finish my setup. Language selection, okay. Keyboard layout, okay. Do you want to use SIM and Wifi, or just Wifi? Obviously, both.

Reboot into the bootloop.

It won’t let me replace the bootloader, or the operating system. So far. I will either completely brick it, or crack it like an egg:

Here it is held at gunpoint.

So. Technical issues aside, everything’s peachy. Gotta go now, today’s my kid’s birthday.

Take care, A.

PS, yes, last week’s app idea was inspired by the expanse. 😉

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Rings of Fate S3xE5 – Horizon – Separated (pt.4)

Suddenly beeping signals from one console alerted Jane, rushing to the station Jake and Stephanie checked the instruments, then the contol panel. “This is a display of beta’s reactor!” Jake cussed, he checked the other consoles for the reactors on the other rings. “Alpha and gamma have begun working as well. It must be some sort of fail safe, if this reactor is turned on, the others follow.”

“Subgamma is dead. Probably because the fusion reactor is still up and running.” Quickly Stephanie returned from the subgamma panel to the beta panel. “Pumps aren’t working. There is a pressure build up. Failsafe is not engaging, shutdown is unresponsive.”

Jane had joined them at the control panels. “How much time do we have before it goes critical?”

Shrugging his shoulders Jake could only guess. “An hour? Maybe a bit more.”

Throwing her hands in the air Jane turned around to the door. “Time to cut the ship in two?”

“Two hours, if we hurry.”

Of course. “Get to it, now.”

Nodding Jake sent Stephanie to do it, as he remained at the controls to try and win some time. “I will lose comtrol over the reactor when the lines are severed.” Although the wiring was in the center of the spine, Jake knew that the spine would not hold out long against the lasers, cutting would continue after the spine was severed to cut away most of beta ring, so Dusk Horizon would not carry a lot of dead weight in front of it, on a weak spine.

Terrified he looked up from the control panel. “Fuck! The reactor is in beta’s aft section!”

“Mulgrew to Gruber, abort separation, but stand ready.” A swarm of engineering staff entered the room, taking the controls, Jake stepped back, Jane mustered him.

“Dusk Horizon will have to deal without a deflector.” He took out a tablet punched in a few commands, while rushing out of the room. The hallway outside the reactor control room was dusty, as it was seldom in use. Still there was a tube entrance, a cab was waiting for Jake, Jane followed on his heels.

Over the glasses she had been informed by Stephanie that the modified cabs had moved from their position to just outisde gamma, and began firing their lasers, cutting off gamma and subgamma. “What are you intending to do?” Jane asked as they entered the spine, lost gravity.

Jake remained silent for a few moments until the cab came to a stop and opened the doors to a hallway, still there was no gravity.

“Buying you some time. Now, I have realigned the lasers in the maintenance cabs, the ring is another bargain, they’re fixed in position, but the cabs can be retrieved and will go to their original positions.” He plunged himself out of the cab, leaving Jane paralysed.

“Good luck, Jane.” Doors closed and the cab moved away automatically.

“Good luck, Jake.” She finally mumbled as the cab entered subalpha again.

Devastated Stephanie awaited the Admiral in the command centre, where the controls for the maintenance cabs had been rerouted to. “Status?” Jane took her seat, grinding her tears. She had known Jake for years, and knew that, what he was doing, was suicide. Still, she had more lives to consider than just his,

Upon leaving the cab, she had sent it back to where Jake had taken off, with the express order to only leave if Jake was inside.

“He is working the manual controls.” Her fist officer Derek commented, as Stephanie sat in a corner sobbing.

“Admiral!” Jake’s voice yelledout of the speakers. “Some of the fuel rods have begun melting, I can’t contain the situation, sorry.”

“Get your ass in the cab.”

“But if I release the water into space there is a chance to prevent a catastrophe.” Glancing to Derek who shook his head Jane grew angry. “Jake, listen, the venting pipes are jammed, you jeed to get back. I parked the cab where you left it, get back. Now.”

Silence filled the line to Jake for a moment. “I can do it Admiral. By releasing the contaminated steam into the hallways and direct it into the gardens.”

Again Derek shook his head, Stephanie jumped to her feet. “No! Jake, that’d be your death!”

“You know sweetie, my favorite classic SciFi movie? At the ending?” Jake’s voice trembled, by a look at her display Jane saw that the maintenance cabs were moving into position again, cutting Jake off from a way back.

“Don’t, please.”

“I must. My life is a small price to pay, for the lives of all of you.” Derek stated that the lasers had been turned on remotely from Jake’s tablet. “Who knows, my love? We’re amongst the stars, and if this was science fiction, I could return. No one truly dies in science fiction.”

Instead of a reply Stephanie sobbed, sinking to her knees at Derek’s console.

Maintaining his professionalism Derek informed Jane that Jake had successfully vented the steam into the hallways and gardens.

Which made Stephanie sob harder. “It’s getting quite hot in here. Admiral, I’m switching to wireless, the spine should be severed soon. If radiation interferes too much, let me just say, live long and” transmission ended.

Static filled the line, for a few moments there was not a word uttered in the command centre. Except for Stephanie’s sobs, the bristling noise of debris and the static noise, the room was filled with silence.

“There is too much interference, Admiral.” Slowly coming to terms with what just had happened, Jane nodded.

“Radiation leaks detected!” Woken to action Jane looked up from her console. A stream of vapor shot out from the beta ring’s center.

“Reading multiple fissures on beta’s aft section.” The engineer replacing Stephanie, Matthias Lehner, stated dryly.

They had waited an hour.

An hour without word, or sign from Jake.

“Get it out from in between Dusk Horizon and us.” She finally sighed, the remote controls for the pods remaining on beta, would soon be affected by the radiation too.

Simultaneously the pods fired their engines, without disengaging from the superstructure, pulling the beta ring away, thrusters had been aligned so the pods wouldn’t try to pull the ring in various directions, breaking it apart, thus creating a new debris field.

Farewell, Jake. You did fine. “I’ll be in my quarters. If anyone needs me, wait for tomorrow’s shif to tell me. Unless the ship is on fire.” Jane winked at Derek, who took her seat.

Inside her quarters she was greeted with just the bristling noise, but otherwise silence. Her family was not home, feeling blissed, she sat down.

Opened her tablet, flipped through her library, until she found a book she wanted to read. Something that would take her mind off of Jake and his sacrifice.

Light reading.

After a few pages her mind drifted off.

Jake’s last words to Stephanie haunted her mind. Curious she wanted to know which movie it was that he was referring to. Could she ask Stephanie?

Deciding against it she used her Admiral’s privileges to gain access to Jake’s viewing habits on the on board movie databases.

Mirrored systems were stored on all rings, hence it was no problem that his former quarters were on subgamma, on the now Dusk Horizon.

Soon she found what she had been looking for, turned her attention to the screen in the room, loading the movie.

It was in the middle of the night when Jane was gently awoken by her son. “I didn’t know you watched Star Trek.” He smiled. “Normally I don’t.” Jane stretched. “What time is it?”

“Three in the morning. Dad sent me since you didn’t show up at aunt Maggie’s, remember?” Actually she had forgotten.

The family wanted to sleep there since she and Wolfgang jr. couldn’t sleep at all, and Wolfgang and their daughter slept only badly. “Couldn’t sleep there either?”

Her son made a painful face. “Not after dad woke me.”

Typical for her man, not to come over himself but wake up and send his son. “You look horrible Mum. What’s up?”

“Friend of mine is MIA, probably dead by now.” Calmly Wolfgang sat down too, turned the movie back on. “Wanna talk about it?”

Suspiciously Jane squinted at her teenage son. “You’re the weirdest, yet kindest teen I know of.”

“You’re the one who raised me, so whose to blame for that?” The grin on his face was loveable.

“Nice try young man. There’s not much to say. He was on beta trying to contain a catastrophe, succeeding in doing so, but also to his presumed demise.”

Wolfgang glanced over to the movie. He connected the dots. “The needs of the many, outweigh the needs of the few, or the one. He watched Star Trek.” Slowly Jane nodded. When did her son watch this? Had she missed it?

How could she?

“In that respect mum, he’s a true hero, and if he truly is dead, and not floating out there in a sealed container, he deserves to be remembered with all honor.” He yawned, got up.

Cupping a hand behind his ear he pointed at the walls, winked and went to bed.

Thinking about his words Jane watched the movie again, without dozing off this time, so she could see the ending.

“Scan for faint energy emissions in the beta wreckage!”

Stomped by the sudden order Derek looked at the Admiral with awe. Her hair was a mess, she looked as if she either hadn’t slept the night before, or hadn’t dressed and brushed that morning.

Or both.

“Ma’am?”

Explaining she had an epiphany from watching the movie that Jake had been referencing, she again ordered him to scan for the faint signs of an active cryogenic chamber.

“Got something, it barely registers through all that radiation.” With a wrinkled forhead Derek turned to her. “Now we need to get him out.”

App Idea “da Aqua!”

“As a modern male of the western world I often struggle to stay hydrated in my daily routine. But now there’s an APP for that!”

Actually I wouldn’t be surprised if this really came out a few days from now, as we live in a day and age where the simple most mundane things in life are treated as these Tasks that take up too much thinking capacity, so we need an APP to save our asses from our own selves.
Take care, and stay hydrated,
A.

Rings of Fate S3xE5 – Horizon – Separated (pt.3)

Jake looked at the work he had completed. Satisfaction filled his chest, heaving with every breath he drew.

Slowly his gaze wandered down the tube. There was a lot of work to be done, his satisfaction withered, exhaustion replaced it. Too much work.

He need more hands.

More hands than the engineering crew could provide him with.

More hands than were on the ship. And those weren’t qualified.

“Maybe we should use automated welders?” Stefanie, his colleague and love of his life followed his gaze. “We could modify the maintenance cab, or cabs, to do it. Scan after them to find spots that need special attention, and go only on those manually?”

Wrinkling his forehead Jake exhaled audibly. “Maybe, get to work sweetie, go forth and make us a welding bot.” Winking at him she pushed off in the direction of the rear of Horizon. Modifying a maintenance cab would take her a few hours.

He returned his attention to the walls. Maybe he could modify the device that was used to clean and maintain the exterior of the spine inside Beta, so the artificial light could shine brightly, to a similar end?

Basicall it was a huge ring, moving slowly across the spine. Cleaning was fully automatic, but there was room for peple there to replace faulty parts. A warning chime from the front of Horizon drew his attention.

After a few moments the gate opened, slowly a maintenance cab floated in, stopped right behind the gate.

Curiously he continued staring at the door, until it finally opened.

“What do you need to do, to separate the ship safely?” Jane appeared in the open door.

Actually, Jake had not prepared any detailed plans for that, as the Admiral dismissed the idea right away.

“Cutting it apart at the joints of beta is the best course of action I guess. Keep a bit of beta around for the rear to act as deflector.”

“Prepare what you can, we’ll do that.” In her voice a tone of regrett was unmistakable, but Jake didn’t pick up on that. “Aye. I’ll have it ready as fast as I can.”

After the Admiral had left again, Jake contacted Stephanie, informing her of the change of plans, and that she needed to outfit the maintenance cab with something more powerful.

With a feeling of dread Jake entered the control room inside the subalpha ring. Ever since the launch, the entire ship had run on the main reactor in subgamma. A giant fusion reactor.

For successful separation the forward section needed to provide for their own power. Each of the five rings had come with a backup power reactor.

Fission reactors.

The consoles in the control rooms were littered with switches, buttons and instruments, none of which were a digital display on a touchscreen like the rest of the ship, in case of a power failure, they needed to remain operational.

“Maybe we should reconsider. I might be wrong about the breaking apart theory.” Queasy he refrained from powering up the control panels. “You may also be right.” Jane closed her eyes. For three weeks Jake had worked hard to prepare everything for the separation.

From the beta ring he had taken the laser canons, designed to shoot debris, later used to shoot Harpies out of the sky. Divided into four sets, one was set in the ring structure around the spine inside the beta gardens, aiming forward, to cut through the spine, as the ring slowly turned.

The others were in the tubes just outside alpha. So they could cut away the spine there. From inside the central tube in the affected areas, all people in cryogenic chambers had been revived and situated.

There was no going back now.

“Do it. That’s an order.” Jane grumbled, seldom had she to tell people that an order was an order. If she had to, she hated it.

“We still need names. We won’t call it Horizon front and back, are we?” Trying to win some time Jake still hoped there was something that would allow him to not push that button. “Well, sticking with the name of Horizon, let’s go with Dawn and Dusk. Now, fire this thing up.”

Not musing at all in that moment Jane urged for the activation of subalpha’s reactor. Already, in the nights of constantly hearing the bristling of debris, she had decided on the names, agreed on them with the governors.

She was just glad there was no Harpy ship around that could get hit by a stray laser beam. Right after the beta ring was shut down, the ambassadorial ship disengaged and positioned itself at a safe distance, Ambassador Hylia was on subalpha.

“Aye Ma’am.” Hesitantly Jake pulled the lever. Fully automated the system came to life. Pumps engaged, fuel was lowered out from casings. After a few minutes the system was fully operational. “We will have to wait for the system to reach operational levels, but this looks good.” A sigh of relief from Jake, was mostly a good sign.

“Of course it does, the people who built this were no amateurs.” Stephanie commented, the situation they were in was unforseen, thus the people who had built the Horizon were not to blame for the broken spine in, and around beta. “I did a little reading, but I need verification, we are having a Thorium reactor here, not the kind of reactor they used on earth?” Jane wandered down the rows of control panels. She had no idea what any of these controls did, or showed.

“Well, not entirely. Subalpha and subgamma have Thorium reactors, alpha through gamma have conventional fission reactors. It was believed that for some unforseen reason there might be the need to make more nukes, which could relatively easily be made by using those kinds of reactors. The more stable reactors were reserved for the heart and the brain of the ship.”

Mildly unsettled by those news Jane nodded. The governor would not be happy about having a reactor under his chair that was possibly a timebomb.

Hallelujah!?

I hereby advance DARWIN to godhood. A truly modern religion, befitting of the 21st century, for at the foundation lies evolution and natural selection:
There’ll be no prayers, no songs, no gatherings, no special hats or clothes, no churches/synagogues/mosques/temples.

Just, human sacrifice.
Passive, human sacrifice.

Take off ALL the warning labels, stop these sorts of warnings – if people wanna roast marshmallows over an active volcano, if they want to toast bread in the hot tub, if they want to jump out the 17th floor to see if the superman costume let’s them fly:

Let them!

We shall NOT mourn the loss of their lives, the loss of their genes in the genepool, because our GOD, the divine and eternal DARWIN, has culled another sacrificial lamb, to advance the species through natural selection.

AMEN!

Rings of Fate S3xE5 – Horizon – Separated (pt.2)

Sleep came easily. Simply lying down and closing her eyes. No tossing and turning, later Jane attributed it to the lack of the bristling noise.

Deep sleep with confused and confusing dreams soon engulfed her mind, relaxed her body.

“Admiral?” Julia’s voice woke her from the hailstorm of images. “It’s 0530. I’m here to wake you up.”

“Aye.” Jane grumbled, feeling less relaxed for a moment than a few hours before, she rubbed her eyes. Light was stinging them.

Before the weakened material and shodded suspension had been detected, Jake had suggested a redistribution of mass from the alpha and gamma rings to beta, so the ship would resemble less a dumbbell, mass wise, and thus would be less vulnerable to wobbling if the gravitational tides of ES-p296 and its moons influenced the ship.

She had dreamt of that.

Dreamt of pods that flew from the alpha and gamma rings to beta, but as they wanted to dock a magnetic surge flung them off into space. After which the ship began to woble until it broke apart.

“Thank you, any news from Mr. Khaku?”

“No, Jake hasn’t called again. I assume he’s too busy fixing the ship.”

Again thanking her Jane stretched. She needed coffee.

Badly.

Thankfully she accepted the lab produced caffeine drink from Julia, who had forseen the Admiral’s need for it.

Half of the day passed by without word from the engineering crew working in beta. Going through the fifth cup by noon, Jane decided to take some action, instead of waiting for Jake or his people to contact her.

Soon after sitting down in the maintenance cab the weightlessness set in. For once in her life the feeling of it didn’t make her sick, after a few minutes she arrived at the beta ring sections of the tubes, opened the hatches.

“Admiral! What brings you here?” Jake floated towards her cab from his. The tubes were pressurised, working in a spacesuit was not his speciality, and he soon enough would have to, in order to assess the damage on the outside of the spine, where the beta ring ended.

“Your lack of updates.” She smiled. Pointing at a box near her in a seat. “I brought snacks and coffee.”

“You’re a lifesaver Jane.” Jake entered the cab with little difficulty. Working in zero G for a long time now he had gained a lot of experience in doing so. “We’re working hard, but as I said, I have little confidence in the outcome. We also have to work on the outside of the spine. Let me tell you, the gardens are not as pretty as they used to be, without gravity.” Snickering Jane admitted she could only imagine.

“What else needs to be done?”

“Too much. We can repair a human’s broken spine with our technology, but for Horizon, it’s a different story. We can patch it together, but that creates a blockade in the tubes. If we don’t, she’ll tear apart. On the outside, gardenwise, we would seriously weaken the sustainability of a stable gardening environment.”

Jane raised a hand, floating at the door of the cab, looking out at the work crews in the tube. “Loosing the ability to travel through beta, and losing the beta gardens, or all of beta for that matter, is a small price to pay, compared to the alternative. In theory the ship could make it to its destination if it breaks apart, but it would take a lot of work.” She turned around looking at her chief engineer. “And luck.” Her mouth was a narrow straight line in her face.

“I’ve let you down before, Admiral, so you have no reason to trust my words, but I believe we should separate the ship on purpose.”

Stunned Jane opened her mouth but found no words.

“We can patch her up, it is possible we go through the solar system relatively unscathed. But entering and maintaining a stable orbit with Horizon? The ships own inertia could tear off one section, breaking her apart and sending one, or both parts, into an unstable orbit, possibly into damnation.”

Still unable to find words Jane turned her head to face the tube again. “I am not prepared, or willing, to tear this ship, this crew apart. At least not yet. We will cross that bridge when all else fails.”

Drinking his coffee from a sack with a straw Jake nodded. “As you wish, Admiral. I’ll install special sensors, that measure the stress the spine is under. That way, we’ll know when it’s time to, cross that bridge.”

Slowly the door of the maintenance cab closed. Jake had disembarked with the food and coffee for his crew.

Jane was alone again.

Alone with her thoughts, and memories of the nightmare. Doors opened, revealing the hallway outside. People wandered by, the doors closed.

A nagging thought kept Jane seated. The thought that she was being irrational. The possibility of Horizon breaking apart was very real.

Admiral Grienberg would’ve severed the ship in half at the blink of an eye if it meant saving it, while trying to keep it patched together, like a badly sewn on trouserleg, could spell disaster for one or both parts of the ship.

Jane didn’t notice the cab moving again, traveling to it’s default position in a recess in the tube network, as she was following the other nagging thought.

It could spell disaster. Not necessarily meaning it would.

It was quiet in the cab.

Sitting in its waiting position, it was sealed off from sounds reaching it, by the vacuum in the tube. Soon Jane dozed off.

Put on some clothes!

I’ve be been hiking through the woods round my hometown with my kid lately. We’ve met a few people doing so.

First to mention is Pia, a girl a year younger than my son, whom he claims he loves. She’s blond, like the other girls he’s fallen for so far.

A couple of people with dogs, which reminded us both that we miss having a dog.

Most recently a pair of elderly ladies, who were really nice people, it saddens me that they’re elderly, because they’re so nice and that means in the not too distant future they’ll die, and make place for ASSHOLES.

Which brings me to the last group we encountered: assholes.

First off, the bicycle creeps.

Guys (and it is almost exclusively GUYS) riding their bikes at, what I can only describe as, terminal velocities, down WINDING HIKING paths, full of people, children, and dogs.

I hope they all have accidents that involve them falling in a way onto their wheels, crotch first, ridding the world of their genes.

Secondly, shirtless men.

These fuckers come, generally, in two flavours: chicken breasts, and bears.

No well defined Adonis, not a young Schwarzenegger. No.

Young dudes without muscles, or hair – sometimes badly plucked chickens, guys with some patchy hair – strut through the woods, dripping sweat like a pathetic miniature raincloud on legs, bearing an expression as if they, these human mole rats, were the new definition of manhood and manliness. Fucking incels.

The bear type is either fat, or hides a chicken breast beneath some fur, but is otherwise EXACTLY like the mole rat. Hideous and sweat dispensing.

You may not like to think of sweat, and much rather pretend that it waters the woods, but if it runs off of your body, it’s useless. If some clothing catches it, and it evaporates from there, that’s what cooles you down.

You may think you’re manly, but you are a disgustingly looking piece of shit – mole rat or bear – that reeks of desperation and, coincidentally, SWEAT.

Put on some fucking clothes you repulsive sack of body odour liquids.

I outlined to you a practical reason why – the disgusting, and unhygienic, sweat dispersal aside – its unpleasant.

YOU ARE UNPLEASANT.

To look at.

Your backpack is dripping wet, so you shifted the sweat problem from a piece of clothing to a piece of luggage, and you’re not an Adonis!

I’m not some prude who dislikes naked bodies, sense of place. Semi nudist in public, isn’t decent. It isn’t esthetic.

Stop it.

Go to the beach if you want a tan. Put on some fucking clothes when you want to hike. Or shop. Or eat.

Take care,

A.