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Let me put it this way, my father believed in a righteous God. Deus volt, that was his motto- 'because God wills it.' It was the Crusaders' motto, and they went into battle and were slaughtered just like my father. And when I saw him lying dead in a pool of his own blood, I knew then that I hadn't stopped believing in God. I'd just stopped believing God cared. There might be a God, Clary, and there might not, but I don't think it matters. Either way we're on our own.

No matter what you say, or how much you talk, someone isn’t really forgiven until you can stand beside them without wanting to slap them in the face.

That was the problem with loving someone. Once you let someone into your heart, they could take a sledgehammer to it.

Still keeping a tight grip on my neck, Darren dragged me back into the woods, and I knew instantly he was taking me past the perimeter. I fought and kicked against him, but I had already tired myself out from the chase. Once I felt the sharp tick at the back of my head, I could tell Darren had felt it, too, and then he threw me as hard as he could into the woods, and I stumbled and rolled on the ground. I knew I only had about five seconds, and Darren wasn’t going to let me back into the safe zone. I stayed low on the ground, knowing once the volts hit me I was going to crash. Better to already be low than to fall from standing up. And then I felt it. The sharp current cut through my veins like shards of glass, and I screamed in total agony as it felt like my body was being ripped apart. I writhed in pain, thinking that my head was going to split open as my muscles and limbs convulsed under the current. It was, without a doubt, the most painful thing I had ever experienced, and my body quickly shut down, needing only a few seconds to welcome the numb blackness that claimed me.

I once read the most widely understood word in the whole world is ‘OK’, followed by ‘Coke’, as in cola. I think they should do the survey again, this time checking for ‘Game Over’. Game Over is my favorite thing about playing video games. Actually, I should qualify that. It’s the split second before Game Over that’s my favorite thing. Streetfighter II - an oldie but goldie - with Leo controlling Ryu. Ryu’s his best character because he’s a good all-rounder - great defensive moves, pretty quick, and once he’s on an offensive roll, he’s unstoppable. Theo’s controlling Blanka. Blanka’s faster than Ryu, but he’s really only good on attack. The way to win with Blanka is to get in the other player’s face and just never let up. Flying kick, leg-sweep, spin attack, head-bite. Daze them into submission. Both players are down to the end of their energy bars. One more hit and they’re down, so they’re both being cagey. They’re hanging back at opposite ends of the screen, waiting for the other guy to make the first move. Leo takes the initiative. He sends off a fireball to force Theo into blocking, then jumps in with a flying kick to knock Blanka’s green head off. But as he’s moving through the air he hears a soft tapping. Theo’s tapping the punch button on his control pad. He’s charging up an electricity defense so when Ryu’s foot makes contact with Blanka’s head it’s going to be Ryu who gets KO’d with 10,000 volts charging through his system. This is the split second before Game Over. Leo’s heard the noise. He knows he’s fucked. He has time to blurt ‘I’m toast’ before Ryu is lit up and thrown backwards across the screen, flashing like a Christmas tree, a charred skeleton. Toast. The split second is the moment you comprehend you’re just about to die. Different people react to it in different ways. Some swear and rage. Some sigh or gasp. Some scream. I’ve heard a lot of screams over the twelve years I’ve been addicted to video games. I’m sure that this moment provides a rare insight into the way people react just before they really do die. The game taps into something pure and beyond affectations. As Leo hears the tapping he blurts, ‘I’m toast.’ He says it quickly, with resignation and understanding. If he were driving down the M1 and saw a car spinning into his path I think he’d in react the same way. Personally, I’m a rager. I fling my joypad across the floor, eyes clenched shut, head thrown back, a torrent of abuse pouring from my lips. A couple of years ago I had a game called Alien 3. It had a great feature. When you ran out of lives you’d get a photo-realistic picture of the Alien with saliva dripping from its jaws, and a digitized voice would bleat, ‘Game over, man!’ I really used to love that.

In 1937, Gunda Lawrence, a teacher and homemaker from South Dakota, lay close to death from abdominal cancer. Doctors at the Mayo Clinic in Minnesota had given her three months to live. Luckily, Mrs. Lawrence had two exceptional and devoted sons—John, a gifted physician, and Ernest, one of the most brilliant physicists of the twentieth century. Ernest was head of the new Radiation Laboratory at the University of California at Berkeley and had just invented the cyclotron, a particle accelerator that generated massive amounts of radioactivity as a side effect of energizing protons. They had in effect the most powerful X-ray machine in the country at their disposal, capable of generating a million volts of energy. Without any certainty what the consequences would be—no one had ever tried anything remotely like this on humans before—the brothers aimed a deuteron beam directly into their mother’s belly. It was an agonizing experience, so painful and distressing to poor Mrs. Lawrence that she begged her sons to let her die. “At times I felt very cruel in not giving in,” John recorded later. Happily, after a few treatments, Mrs. Lawrence’s cancer went into remission and she lived another twenty-two years. More important, a new field of cancer treatment had been born.

But I still don't get why you let me go into that life if you knew Volts was going to be dead anyway. You could have told me. You could have just told me I wasn't a bad cat owner. Why didn't you?' 'Because, Nora, sometimes the only way to learn is to live.

So, you see? sometimes regrets aren't based on fact at all. Sometimes regrets are just...' She reached for the appropriate term and found it. 'A load of bullshit.' [...] 'But I still don't get why you let me go into that life if you knew Volts was going to be dead anyways? You could have told me. You could have just told me I wasn't a bad cat owner. Why didn't you?' 'Because, Nora, sometime the only way to learn is to live.

It was an odd, tense moment. I knew I was going to kiss her. She knew I was going to kiss her. But we were quite still for I don't know how long, just looking at each other, with the tenseness and warmth and intimacy growing between us, and then I pulled her tight against me and her lips parted as I bent my mouth to hers. Her lips were soft, curling and moving beneath mine, sliding and clinging hotly. Her arms tightened behind my neck and I spread my hands open behind and around her small waist, slid them up her back, let my right hand glide on the smooth cloth of her dress until it touched the swelling mound of her breast. As I pulled her to me, she pressed even more tightly against me, her lips writhing more violently, tongue moving and one hand curling against the back of my head. The rest of what happened was simply indescribable. We just sort of fused together, like people melting. It was as if she and I were two flesh magnets, and she laid her North pole up against my South pole and then turned on the juice. About 110 volts, at least, went honking along my spine and out through my ears and hair and everywhere. It was as if I lit up like a Mazda lamp, and if I could have seen myself right then I'll bet I'd have been shocked. That kiss was a trip to a land of new experiences. It was like entering the fourth dimension, or something very close to it. Wherever this was, it wasn't the same old world I'd been used to. I liked it here. This was where I wanted to live. And, friend, it was living.

Non sempre ci lasciamo alle spalle i nostri traumi, ciò che ci ferisce in questa vita. A volte restano nell’odore di un neonato. Ci sorprendono nel sapore di un pasto fatto in casa. Ci aspettano nella stanza in fondo al corridoio. Sono con noi, presenti.

«Non si diviene perfetti quando si diventa genitori», le dico. «Semmai, aumentano le possibilità di sbagliare e la posta in gioco è più alta. Tutti sbagliamo. A volte siamo costretti a convivere con le conseguenze per il resto della nostra vita. Non posso prometterti di non commettere più errori, ma ti giuro che ti amerò anche quando sarai tu a sbagliare. Incondizionatamente. Perciò, anche se non riuscirai a perdonarmi, anche se mi odierai…». «Io non ti odio», m’interrompe con lo sguardo basso. «… io ti amerò sempre, qualunque cosa accada. E possiamo andare avanti così, senza andare d’accordo, tu risentita nei miei confronti e io non capendoti».

Licking a 9-volt battery, learning to whittle, riding a bicycle, climbing trees: we may not see these as necessities like learning to read and write (until you need to make a marshmallow roasting stick or escape a mad dog); however, they are some of the thousands of experiences that build self-confidence and make up a life lived fully. It’s tempting to let our fears keep us from allowing children to have these kinds of experiences, but as parents and caretakers we need to confront our biases just as kids need to face their own challenges.

Depending on the load placed on the generator, AC voltage can range from 105 to 130 volts and the frequency can range from 58 to 63 hertz. The meter will let you know when

I pretended very hard to be completely nonchalant. No use dressing for success if you’re going to cringe like a whipped dog for two hours. I used to tell myself that since I was going to die, I should attempt to die with some style. Smile a world-weary smile of annoyance when the engines exploded. Raise one eyebrow when the wing cracked off. I tried to look bored. It’s hard to look bored when you are jerking in your seat at every bump as if you have been slipped twenty volts. So I tried to look bored, but energetic. …. I’d pat back a little yawn, stroll to the bathroom – and make deals with God. In the toilets of major airlines I have fervently renounced every sin in my life. Lord, just let me get down alive. Kill me any other way but this.

Tesla applied for a patent on an electrical coil that is the most likely candidate for a non mechanical successor of his energy extractor. This is his “Coil for Electro magnets,” patent #512,340. It is a curious design, unlike an ordinary coil made by turning wire on a tube form, this one uses two wires laid next to each other on a form but with the end of the first one connected to the beginning of the second one. In the patent Tesla explains that this double coil will store many times the energy of a conventional coil.   The patent, however, gives no hint of what might have been its more unusual capability. In an article for Century Magazine, Tesla compares extracting energy from the environment to the work of other scientists who were, at that time, learning to condense atmospheric gases into liquids. In particular, he cited the work of a Dr. Karl Linde who had discovered what Tesla described as a self-cooling method for liquefying air. As Tesla said, “This was the only experimental proof which I was still wanting that energy was obtainable from the medium in the manner contemplated by me.” What ties the Linde work with Tesla's electromagnet coil is that both of them used a double path for the material they were working with. Linde had a compressor to pump the air to a high pressure, let the pressure fall as it traveled through a tube, and then used that cooled air to reduce the temperature of the incoming air by having it travel back up the first tube through a second tube enclosing the first. The already cooled air added to the cooling process of the machine and quickly condensed the gases to a liquid. Tesla's intent was to condense the energy trapped between the earth and its upper atmosphere and to turn it into an electric current. He pictured the sun as an immense ball of electricity, positively charged with a potential of some 200 billion volts. The Earth, on the other hand, is charged with negative electricity. The tremendous electrical force between these two bodies constituted, at least in part, what he called cosmic-energy. It varied from night to day and from season to season but it is always present. Tesla's patents for electrical generators and motors were granted in the late 1880's. During the 1890's the large electric power industry, in the form of Westinghouse and General Electric, came into being. With tens of millions of dollars invested in plants and equipment, the industry was not about to abandon a very profitable ten-year-old technology for yet another new one. Tesla saw that profits could be made from the self-acting generator, but somewhere along the line, it was pointed out to him, the negative impact the device would have on the newly emerging technological revolution of the late 19th and early 20th centuries. At the end of his article in Century he wrote: “I worked for a long time fully convinced that the practical realization of the method of obtaining energy from the sun would be of incalculable industrial value, but the continued study of the subject revealed the fact that while it will be commercially profitable if my expectations are well founded, it will not be so to an extraordinary degree.

The Crusades. In 1095 Pope Urban 11 called for the knights of Europe to unite and march to Jerusalem to save the Holy Land from the rule of the Islamic infidels. Just decades earlier, Pope Gregory VII had declared, "Cursed he the man who holds back his sword from shedding blood," and now his wishes were coming to pass. The Crusaders rode into battle with the cry Deus volt-"God wills it!" Raymond of Agiles accompanied the Crusaders as a representative of the church during the first Crusade. He documented the taking of Jerusalem with these words: Wonderful things were to be seen. Numbers of Saracens (Muslims) were beheaded.... Others were shot with arrows, or forced to jump from the towers; others were tortured for several days, then burned with flames. Piles of heads, hands, and feet were to be seen in the streets of the city. It was necessary to pick one's way over the bodies of men and horses. But these were small matters compared to what happened at the temple of Solomon.... What happened there? If I tell the truth, it will exceed your powers of belief. So let it suffice to say this much at least, that in the temple and portico of Solomon, men rode in blood up to their knees and the bridle reins. Indeed, it was a just and splendid judgment of God, that this place should be filled with the blood of the unbelievers, when it had suffered so long from their blasphemies.5

Me l'hai detto mille volte Di non scriverti la notte Quando torno posso dirti una bugia Ma che male fa Mentre balli tra le ombre Con un velo di diamante sulla fronte Mi sorridi e poi vai via E ti seguo per un attimo come un pensiero Dove ti nascondi se cade il tuo impero Dimmi cosa vuoi dimenticare La luna taglia il cielo in verticale Stanotte siamo due frammenti di vetro Resti sulle labbra come un segreto Io non ti ho mai detto come amare E tu non mi hai mai detto come fare Come si fa a incontrarsi in un'altra città E se mi perdo questa notte vienimi a cercare Balliamo al buio come le falene Sotto una luna azzurra di Colombia Con il vento che suona una cumbia E ora non ho niente da perdere Ora che sei con me stasera Nella pioggia dell'estate o sotto al sole Portami via che non importa dove Portami via che non importa dove Portami via che non importa Yeah, I've been waiting for you all day And I don't want you to know I heard the door knock Gonna keep you here with me Working nine to five Gonna dance around you my way Come on let me lead you on It's all a friend It's a really bad idea But I'll put you in like I'm a tornado Baby we can stay here if we just lay low Know you can avoid me when I'm calling Yeah, you can you avoid me when I'm calling Stanotte siamo due frammenti di vetro Resti sulle labbra come un segreto Io non ti ho mai detto come amare E tu non mi hai mai detto come fare Come si fa a incontrarsi in un'altra città E se mi perdo questa notte vienimi a cercare Balliamo al buio come le falene Sotto una luna azzurra di Colombia Con il vento che suona una cumbia E ora non ho niente da perdere Ora che sei con me stasera Nella pioggia dell'estate o sotto al sole Portami via che non importa dove Portami via che non importa dove Me ne stavo così in un angolo Scapperai come gli altri ma tu no Just as long as you tell me where to run to We can escape tonight I want you Ma se mi perdo questa notte vienimi a cercare Balliamo al buio come le falene Sotto una luna azzurra di Colombia Con il vento che suona una cumbia E ora non ho niente da perdere Ora che sei con me stasera Nella pioggia dell'estate o sotto al sole Portami via che non importa dove Portami via che non importa dove Portami via che non importa "Falene

Deputy Ennis Dickhead tipped back his stupid hat and smirked at me. “Hello, Bailey.” “What do you want?” “I came to talk to your friend here. Just wondering if he’d seen his dad?” Nick showed no reaction, but I was pissed to have an asshole ruining my good mood. “If his dad was smart, he’d have run the fuck away once out of jail.” Dickhead tried intimidating Nick with a dark glare. When that didn’t work, he focused on me. “Bailey, I want to talk to you alone.” “No way. Nick and I are going home to have lots of sex. Now go away.” “Why are you slumming it with this loser?” Dickhead asked, poking his thumb at Nick. “You’ve got options and here you are settling.” “Fuck the hell off, asshole!” I yelled, gaining the attention of a lot of people who immediately looked away when I glared at them. Focusing my rage back on Dickhead, I growled, “You need to learn your place, loser. The only time I was slumming it was when I dated a rent-a-cop.” “Listen here, bitch...” I never saw Nick move. One moment, he was a few feet away, looking passive then his fist made contact with Dickhead’s face. The cop toppled back against his car as Nick stood in front of me. Since he looked hotter than sin, I wanted to feel him up. I was thinking naughty thoughts when Darling forced his cuffs on Nick’s wrists and shoved him against the car. “I guess I’m the one who gets restrained this time,” Nick said, trying to keep the moment light. Dickhead was going to ruin Nick’s chances at teaching and I refused to allow anyone to steal my man’s dream. Love made people do weird shit and I was no exception. The Taser from Dickhead’s belt felt good in my hand as I aimed it at his ass. The idiot cop didn’t even realize I’d stolen his weapon until the volts surged through his system. My ex-nobody fell to the ground and twitched. A cuffed Nick stepped back and looked between Dickhead and the Taser. “He wet himself,” I said to Nick. “I see that. Now what? You just assaulted a cop.” “So did you.” “True. We’re both fucked.” “No way,” I muttered. “He attacked me and I was defending myself.” “You shot him in the ass with that thing. I don’t know how you make self-defense stick, babe.” “What a pessimist,” I said, digging the keys out of Dickhead’s pocket. “Let’s throw on some Jerry Reed and race home like the cops are on our asses.” “They might be soon enough,” Nick said, rubbing his wrists before cupping my face. “My hero.

electric motor to power a car. The motor he built measured a mere 40 inches long and 30 inches across, and produced about 80 horsepower. Under the hood was the engine: a small, 12-volt storage battery and two thick wires that went from the motor to the dashboard. Tesla connected the wires to a small black box, which he had built the week before with components he bought from a local radio shop. “We now have power,” he said. This mysterious device was used to rigorously test the car for eight days, reaching speeds of 90 mph. He let nobody inspect the box, and cryptically said that it taps into a “mysterious radiation which comes out of the aether,” and that the energy is available in “limitless quantities.” The public responded superstitiously with charges of “black magic” and alliances with sinister forces of the universe. Affronted, he took his black box back with him to New York City and spoke nothing further of it.

One of his surgical assistants—Jonathan Williams, who replaced James Watt after Watt refused to go along with Freeman’s plan to do lobotomies in his office, without a surgeon present—later told a story about a patient who had been brought to Freeman for a lobotomy. The day before the surgery, though, he’d gotten cold feet and refused to go through with the operation. He locked himself in his hotel room. Freeman, contacted by the patient’s family, drove to the hotel and convinced the patient to let him in. Using a portable electroshock machine he had designed and built for himself, he administered a few volts to the patient to calm him down. According to Williams, “The patient was…held down on the floor while Freeman administered the shock. It then occurred to him that since the patient was already unconscious, and he had a set of leucotomes in his pocket, he might as well do the transorbital lobotomy then and there, which he did.

And powder your lovely face with chimney soot; then shoot a million volts into your system! You must make of life a computed dream triggered by levers, the contact of wires.

She has me. She has Tieran. She has Volt. We won’t let her down. We won’t give up on her. We will protect her until the end.

But I still don't get why you let me go into that life if you knew Volts was going to be dead anyway? You could have told me. You could have just told me I wasn't a bad cat owner. Why didn't you?' 'Because, Nora, sometimes they only way to learn is to live.