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FusionFall Headcanons: Nano Training (Expanded)
Overall, much of the training a nano receives isn't too different from their IE Donor's simply because, once you have a nano, the bulk of time training and fighting is spent with them at your side. Nevertheless, it's still important to closely monitor your nano's independent growth.
While it is possible for nanos to adopt a wide array of their original model's abilities, full mastery of them is another matter. There's not much of a rhyme or reason to their innate talent since--like so many other aspects--it depends on the influence of their IE Donor as much as their original model. Therefore, it is up to the IE Donor to carefully observe their nanos and see where their strengths lie. Many of their abilities can even be dangerous to you and other allies, so figuring all of this out early on acts as a precautionary measure as well. All original models have a set of data collected on them courtesy of the Nano Project, so don't be afraid to gather what information you can to get a better understanding of the little doubles.
As mentioned in other posts, another option is to have your nano train under their original model directly. Some original models will give opportunities for nanos to learn how to master their abilities, typically as a large group. Examples of models more inclined to teach their nano copies include Blossom, Wilt, Numbuh One, and Dee Dee. In contrast, those who rarely get involved with nanos include Eddy, Bloo, and Hex. Depending on the personality of the model in question, an IE Donor might feel more or less inclined to allow their nano to attend these lessons though if there's a concern that they may adopt the model's negative traits.
It's important for an IE Donor to remember that nanos aren't tools, they're teammates. They may have been made for war, but they still feel and act as independent creatures. As such, in downtime, you should find opportunities to connect with your nanos. Building a sense of trust will naturally increase your ability to lead them in-turn.
While it may seem unnecessary for a nano to go through the same physical training as their IE Donor, participation in some physical training will give them a better sense of how you move on the battlefield and how they can move in-synch. This will help them cover your blind spots as well as get you both acquainted with how to maneuver around each other.
Matchups are extremely important to getting one's team running like a well-oiled machine. A successful fusion fighter should be able to fire out commands in an instant in a battle, their nanos responding in quick succession as though they were one body. Strategizing your matchups (both by nano type and nano ability) will allow you to take on fusion monsters much easier. For example, having one nano as a standby healer in the event of an emergency is common among less adept fighters. Barring specific circumstances, it is often recommended that you organize your team so that you're set with one nano of each type-limiting the possibility of facing a natural weakness in combat. Avoid favoritism.
Just as IE Donors are expected to learn some degree of medical knowledge to tend to their nanos in the field, nanos should also be prepared for a worst-case scenario. Especially for independent agents within Earth's forces, there's a danger of a fusion fighter falling in battle without another soldier around to help them. With the exception of Resurrect 'Ems, this leaves their fates entirely onto their nanos. With their much smaller size as a massive disadvantage, the nanos will have to get their IE Donor to a safe location and administer aid as needed. Obviously, healers and nanos with the recall ability will have the easiest time of this, but it's still important to come up with a plan in case of an emergency. Other knowledge your nanos likely should have for such an event include army signals/channels in order to call for help and an overview of the human body's needs, such as maintaining a healthy temperature.
Similarly, your nanos will also need to know how to survive without you in the event of separation. There is no advantage to having them completely dependent on you. Most of the time, if they are in serious danger, they can simply return to their nano chips--locking themselves inside. However, moving too far out of range of the chip/damage to the chip is still very much possible. When divided from their teams, nanos are encouraged to prioritize their own safety. If they can't regroup with their own team, they are to bunker down until the danger has passed and then return to a base/find another fusion fighter to help them as soon as possible. Fighting fusion monsters alone should be a last resort.
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hi! your blog is one of my favourites and i absolutely adore reading your thoughts. my grandfather recently passed away and it feels like i lost myself with him. how do i continue living after this? there is this constant weight on my chest and it feels like an emptiness has made a home inside of me. how do i go on when it feels like the world crashed on my shoulders?
hello, love! this is so very sweet and kind of you, and i hope you're treating yourself gently and kindly right now - there aren't words for a loss like this. that heaviness is difficult, and hard, and painful. it's okay if things don't feel okay, right now, or even soon - i think that's something that a lot of the people i know that have gone through similar grief feel: like they should be able to get back to a relative 'normal' in a [insert far too short period of time].
but it's okay if it hurts. that's where i'd like to start. you're allowed to feel that emptiness, that world-crashed feeling that goes beyond words, beyond time. don't feel like you have to rush this to feel some sort of better. things get easier with time, i promise you this, but sometimes painful feelings are important to feel, too. cry, scream, feel your emotions. they're a part of you. grieve.
it's perhaps a little silly, but when i think about death i always think about a couple of space songs: mainly drops of jupiter by train and saturn by sleeping at last. there are perhaps others that speak to the emotions better, but these two have always hit something a little deeper for me, and are popular for a wide-reaching reason.
and while personally i don't know much about grief like this, i do know a lot about love; and i think they're a lot of the same thing.
the people we love are a part of us, and this is why it takes from us so deeply when we lose them, because it does feel like we've lost a part of ourselves in the wake of it. but it's because they were so central to our experiences of living - our lives, that the separation introduces a hollowness - a place where they used to be. a home that now goes unlived in.
an emptiness, like you said.
but just because they're not here physically, doesn't mean he's not still there, in your heart, in your life, your memory. you can hold him close in smaller ways, as well: steal a sweater, or cologne/scent for something a little more physical and long lasting for remembering. hold onto the memories you cherish, the things that made you laugh, the ease of slow mornings and gentle nights. write them all down, slide a few photographs in there, go through it and add more when you miss him. keep them all close, keep them in your heart.
you're not alone, in this. he's still there, with you, it's just - in the little things.
he's with you in the way you see and go about your daily life, in doing what he liked to do, in the ways he interacted with the world that you shared with him. the memories you recall fondly when the night is late or the moment is right and something calls it into you like a melody, an old bell, laughter you'd recognize anywhere.
but i think, perhaps most importantly above all others - talk about him. with your family, your friends, his friends, strangers; stories are how we keep the people we love alive. the connections they've made, the legacies and experiences they've left behind, and so, so many stories.
how lucky, we are - to love so much it takes a piece of us when they go. grief is the other side of the coin, but it does not mean our love goes away. it lives in you. it lives in everyone who knew him, in the smallest pieces of our lives.
the people we love never really leave us, like this: they're in how we cook and the way we fold our newspapers, our laundry, in the radio stations we tune in to and the way we decorate our walls, our photo albums. they're in the way we store our mail, organize our closets, the scribbled notes in the indexes of our books. the meals we love and the drinks we mix, the way we spend time with one another. they've been passed down for generations, for longer than history - and we are all the luckier for it.
think about what you shared with him, and do it intentionally. bring him into your life, like this, again. whether it's crosswords or poetry or sports or anything else. if one doesn't help, try another. something might click.
i hope things feel a little easier for you, as they tend to do only with time. i hope you find joy in your grief, even if it is small and hard to grasp at first. know that your hurt stems from so much love that there isn't a place to put it properly, and that it is something so meaningful and hurting poets and storytellers have been struggling to put it into words and sounds that feel like the fit right for eons, and that it is also just simply yours. sometimes things don't have to make sense. sometimes they just are - unable to be put into words or neat little sentiments, as unfair and tragic as they come.
but i promise it will not feel like this forever. your love is real. and perhaps, on where to begin on from here - i think it's less on finding where to begin and just beginning. and you've already started. you've taken the most important and crucial step: the first one.
wherever you go, after that, from here? you'll figure it out. you always have, and you always do. it'll come, as things always do. love leads us, as does light - and you're never alone in your hurt. in your grief, your missing something dear to you. i think if you talk about it with others, you'll find they have ways of helping you cope as well - and they have so much love of their own to spare, too.
as an aside, here is the song (northern star by dom fera) i was listening to when i wrote this, for no other reason more than it makes me think of connections, and love, and how we hold onto the people we love and how they change us, wonderfully and intrinsically. it's a little more joyous than the others i've mentioned, and plays like a story, and it made me think of what is at the core of this, love and stories and i am here with you, and maybe it'll bring you some joy, if you'd like it. wishing you all my love and ease 💛
#q&a.#birdsong.#wishing u gentle ease; the death of a loved one is near inexplicable to put into words and i hope you take care of yourself gently <3#i hope this will make u laugh: when i was a tiny child in middle school there were times i would go outside in my tiny suburban cul de sac-#in the rain and sing along to my lil ipod nano and i only remember doing this to drops of jupiter. can you imagine going out to get the mai#after a long day of work and you just hear this kid singing train in the streets. in the RAIN.... it makes me laugh like i really.#i really thought i was so cool and deep and emotional ghjkd but i find it v funny that i only remember it w/ that one train track.#and saturn just. it's my fav s.a.l. song for a reason. that slow violin opening? the piano coming in gentle and easy?#it feels like light. like hope. like something new - a dawn after the long dark. that beautiful things can begin again even where#it hurts. and there is nothing more human than a sentiment like that.#how rare and beautiful it is to truly exist. what it is to be alive and get to be here and live with other people. with those we love.#i think your grandfather was so lucky to be able to know you. to have you in his life for the time you had together.#i'm no spiritual person; but i like to believe when you're thinking about him? he's thinking about you too.#the second law of thermodynamics (physics nerd mode) is that no energy has ever been created/destroyed since the beginning of the universe.#so it has to go somewhere - it's that carl sagan quote of 'we're all made of stardust'. because we are. we used to be stars; planets; etc.#i think it's why i think of these space songs - because they're a part of everything; once more; when they go. us and everything else.
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…having a really weird moment right now because I never do soulmate AUs, and specifically for Inheritance Cycle I don’t think they work very well, but I’m suddenly. EXTREMELY tempted to do a Murtagh/Nasuada soulmate piece in the flavor of “you feel the pain of your soulmate’s injury”. Maybe with a little flair to make it more specific to IC but I haven’t decided yet what that would be.
Just. Listen. Hear me out.
On the one hand, say they don’t figure it out before Murtagh is captured. Ajihad does—he never tells Nasuada how he identifies Murtagh by his scar, remembering when she was small and screaming in pain from another child’s wound half a world away. When Murtagh gets his head injury in the battle under Farthen Dûr, Nasuada doesn’t see him until he loses the bandages, and neither of them comment on their own headaches. And then Murtagh is captured, and for months Nasuada is wracked with pain from nowhere; she begins to carry herself carefully, delicately, not out of fear for her own person but out of a desire to be kind to the soul entwined with hers. And then Nasuada is captured, and that’s when they figure it out—when Galbatorix gives Murtagh the burning iron and the order, and Murtagh feels the iron on his own skin.
On the other hand, say they do figure it out. And Murtagh disappears, and they think he’s dead, and Nasuada is aching but she’s sure, she’s so sure, that it is grief and soul-magic and the last wounds of a dying man clinging to her bones. But then the torture starts. And she realizes, too late, that they’ve made a horrible mistake.
#inheritance cycle#nasuada (inheritance cycle)#murtagh (inheritance cycle)#saph scribbles#i can’t write it right now i’ve got nano to do#but it’s BUGGING ME and i kind of want to#honestly that first one has more meat to it but also#the second one could get REAL crazy real fast#just calling up eragon before he’s done cooking (training and elfication) like#‘hey we gotta storm uru’baen early’#‘you want us to WHAT’
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After some misadventures my threadwalker is here!!!!to celebrate I’m by spinning a thicker than default yarn (2ply sport weight instead of my normal 3 ply fingering one ply of which is on the nano) since it’s sooooo much bigger than the nano lol. (White wool is woolery’s Rosie’s cloud top, marled wool is Jacob also from the Woolery)
#I was supposed to get it last week but the post office misplaced my package 🙄🙄🙄#my coworker kindly showed me how to file a missing package inquiry and they found it the next day#it got really badly shaken up and there’s the smallest chunk of wood missing on the base but it’s purely cosmetic so I don’t care#I originally started the sport yarn on the dealgan in anticipation of the wheel to train my fingers to spin thicker#but then I got anxious as the days ticked by and switched to the mindless default spin currently on the nano#but now ofc I want to spin on my new machine lol#the spinners ultimate desire for another set of arms g#yarn#handmade#spinning#handspinning#handspun#wool#spinning wheel#e-spinner
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the thing about stories is you can just make them up
It's camp nano! I said I'd write train story or at least try. Here's the first piece of trying. Also, last line tag! I have so many to use up. @oh-no-another-idea @jay-avian
The train arrived at two minutes past seven, which was right on time. The scenery on the platform went from painting to moving picture. Figures stuck in slouched sleepiness awoke with groans and quiet sighs, picking up their bags and breakfast.
Sebastian leaned away from the concrete pillar he was dozing against, patting it twice to let it know it had done a good job of being a temporary bed, then stepped forward to join the crowd. He entered the train right after the man with the plaid jacket, nodding at him even though he never saw, and took his customary seat underneath the peeling poster advertising a perfume nobody really liked. Sebastian settled into his spot while the train filled up, pressing resume on his music as soon as the doors closed. Reused summer air blew around his face in some mockery of coolant, but it was better than the stagnant state of the outdoors.
The train moved away from the station with an announcement about destination, but Sebastian wasn't listening. As it sped up and plunged through the first tunnel, Sebastian wasn't paying attention. When it emerged from the dark and the train car was suddenly empty, Sebastian didn't notice.
But he did notice her. Bright pink shirt over flowing white pants, headphones around her neck, lilac hair pulled up into braids and the braids into a bun, neon feathers hanging from her ears; her clothes were a direct contrast to her smooth, brown skin, and the studious, silver-framed glasses set on her nose.
Sebastian stared at her like he wasn't aware he had the power to look away, until suddenly he became aware of the fact that she was staring right back.
Who was it that liked train story? @ink-fireplace-coffee @avrablake @abalonetea @flock-from-the-void @magic-is-something-we-create ?
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writing inspo when the point of inspo is so intricately specific is weird because its like you want to write something like that but also Not like that because then that would just be writing That story. like los angeles by ling ma is so inspirational to me but "i live with my 100 ex boyfriends" is such a not universal experience so i just have this abstract inspo that's like i want to write something with the same energy as living with 100 ex boyfriends but also not the same energy because the energy of living with 100 ex boyfriends would just be a story about living with 100 ex boyfriends. take a shot every time i said
#DO I MAKE SENSE???? i want to train my brain to come up with ideas Like That but obviously not something similar to That idea#because its so specific i feel like i couldn't come up with my own idea without it being an obvious extension#when i get inspo/ideas from other stories it's things like. so i read a story about a carnival and that planted the idea#of wanting write a carnival in my mind. i didnt think about it too hard but of course a couple weeks later i get the between us girls idea#i think it falls into this category of weird idea but not like. technically impossible. like someone COULD do that#that's the kind of experimental ideas im drawn to at the moment#like that + the confidence of it all#anyway because im not as prioritised on nano im gonna skip my apocalypse mini TBR and start reading bryan washingtons collection#bc ive had it for two years and i feel a Need to write short fiction but#also feel like i need to Read some first#i prefer reading short fiction in print and flash/micro online btw is anyone else like this. i hate scrolling for a long time#i will say. los angeles + how many (bryan washington) has created a sort of compounded inspo#where i want to write a short piece with multiple lovers. i think my guy with ibs x wellness youtuber could be That one
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Day 9 Update:
Words written: 4,347
Words total: 21,663
#nanowrimo#writeblr#writers on tumblr#creative writing#writing#nanowrimo word count#join the nano train#nano 2023#nano23#nanowrimo 2023
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*funky synth plays with 80s snare. a man's velvety voice crackles through the speaker*
"This one's for all you late night cats out there... Listen up cuz Nopal's got something to say..."
*electric bass riff as the man's voice fades away and my less cool one comes through*
"New chapter of M.O.W comin' at cha this Friday..."
"Alright, alright..."
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#m.o.w updates#yes i know its still nano but this train stops for NO ONE#you were warned of unfunny shenanigans in my intro post#it was just a matter of time
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Good morning! Say it back <3
#save game; ooc.#//training today#//still thinking about NaNo things#//heavily leaning towards a god slayer cycle today apparently#//exciting stuff
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i think it really is time to accept i have creative burnout.
#i always get moods where none of what i'm writing interests me but it usually goes away after a while#but this time it's been happening in shorter lengths of time... so think i must face the truth...#god it just Sucks when writing is all you like to do but you can't bring yourself to do it#i don't want to Not write but it's not good for me to force myself to do it#i'm also so tired all the time which does not help.#this has been going on since camp nano when i tried snd failed to write that i'll never fall asleep au#words just... aren't working for me... everything i write reads stiff#i keep stopping before i even properly start things because i Know i'm just gonna drop it anyways#something is gonna make me drop it. i'm like a dog that's been trained to expect disappointment#i just.... want my brain to pick something and commit. for once.#also yes literally worst timing to open commissions lmao. i might close them. write the one i got and... sort myself out#pia.txt
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Nano. District Three. Score: SEVEN.
"Nano, from Three."
Nano had made a list of things he'd rather be doing than this bullshit: perfecting his death rattle (again, he was so close to capturing that fantastic guttural quality), spending an endless purgatory-like eternity on a factory line in Three, plucking his own eyes out with a soup spoon. He was only in this room because the Peacekeepers had escorted him here. Nano wished he'd played dead when they did, but that would have scared Link and Electra, so he'd just complained the whole walk down instead. The doors had shut behind him, the locking mechanism clicking into place, sealing him in before the silent sea of Gamemakers above.
And what was his skill? There wasn't exactly a coding option in the arena, nor did he have the time to construct anything technological significant in ten minutes. He'd swung a sword around with Conny a few times, learned which berries wouldn't kill him (because it was more entertaining if he was brutally murdered by another child than if he accidentally ate a forbidden blueberry), but none of it was particularly sensational. So Nano decided that his best skill would be showing them just how quickly he could leave. Their technology was advanced, security top-tier, but it was made by people by Nano. He would dismiss his damn self; he would show them exactly how he planned to.
Walking over the weapons rack, he pulled a thin dagger free. But instead of wielding it at a target, he brought it back toward the automated doors, using the tip against the scanner nearby. He unscrewed the covering, then he wedged the blade beneath the plastic, prying up until it cracked off. The equipment's flesh beneath -- a nervous system of colored wires tangled together -- felt alive, like he had just carved open a chest to reach a beating heart. Nano pulled the contents loose, studying the connections to decide which to tug free from their electrical circuits. When two were chosen, he strung the first live wire out and pulled it across to encounter another. He was careful to keep his fingers on the Kynar, reluctant to barbecue himself before the Bloodbath, though the idea did amuse him. The two wires sparked as they connected, and the panel smoked and sputtered: short circuiting it entirely.
The training center doors glitched, sensors decommissioning, causing the locking mechanism to fail. The entryway flickered and died, until it was just metal, able to be pulled apart. The doors opened easily with his hands, and he stepped through the threshold into the hallway, turning to offer a melodramatic, satirical salute. "Once again, Nano, from Three."
The he turned, fully intending to resume his list of things he'd rather be doing than this bullshit: eating one of everything from the cafeteria, counting every window in the tower twice, being stabbed to death by the girl from Two. But there were still several minutes left on the clock, and he could hear his mentors now, aghast that he had walked out, even more upset that he had done so without showing any physical strength.
"Actually," he held up a waiting finger as he backtracked, begging the spectators above to please hold. Nano reappeared in the training center, jogging across the mat back toward the weapons rack. He plucked the axe from its mount, testing the weight and feel as he grasped it with both hands. It was heavier than anything he would usually try, but that was good; it meant it was more likely to work.
Nano gave himself a hearty practice swing, feeling it out, but he startled when the blade collided with a practice dummy, sticking into its torso between the sculpted rubber swells of two ribs. He swallowed, tugging the weapon free, stumbling back from the effort it took to dislodge and reclaim it. He looked back at the Gamemakers, pointing at the rubber carcass. "Maybe he'll get a sponsorship," Nano suggested, deadpan in his sarcasm. "Some salve will fix that right up."
He turned back to his task, resting the axe against his chest and shoulder as he proceeded to his final target. There, at the far end on the wall, Nano narrowed in on the electrical panel. His feet spread, stance widening as he attempted to stabilize himself in front of it. The axe bounced in both hands, and he pushed short, quick breaths between his lips, hyping himself up. Honestly, this wasn't even the weapon he'd choose in the arena if it came down to it, but it didn't need to be pretty. It just needed to work. So Nano lifted the axe, swing it around and down on the side of the panel. The sound of steel on metal rang and reverberated, and Nano huffed in exertion, frowning at the lock still hanging there, in tact. He cleared his throat, shifting his stance to better align his hips like he'd seen the tributes from Seven do. Then he lifted the axe again, sucking in air before pushing it out as the steel swung down, bashing into the lock. Repeating, he lifted and swung. Over and over, a half a dozen times, until the side of the panel was dented and the paint had been scraped and chipped away. But he was grinning. It had worked. The lock was dangling there, cracked through, and Nano dropped the axe with a dull thud, moving to yank the mauled thing from the box.
It hadn't been particularly graceful -- no, it had felt distinctly Kubrickian -- but Nano had impressed himself. "Now just imagine that's a twelve-year-old or something," he pushed the hair from his face, stepping closer to the panel, swinging the door open to reveal the precious contents: the main breaker, a slew of circuit breakers and handful of bus bars. The entire training center was hooked up to this thing, the voltage capacity greater than anything Nano had been able to manage before. If he'd had more time, he would have removed the panel's face and had some real fun with the wiring. But there were only a few seconds left, so he'd have to save any further scheming for another day.
"It's important to be eco-conscious in our current climate," Nano explained matter-of-factly, "Kids are on free game, but the planet? Well, there's only one of those."
Then he flipped every switch in the panel, and the whole center -- every machine, every overhead light, the sponsor booth where the Gamemaker's stood, even the ten-minute timer -- went dark. There was no alarm to signal the end of his session, only the patter of his footsteps across the mat as he slipped out through the training center doors to rejoin the rest of Three.
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Haah...finally finished the script. Felt like pulling teeth to finally sit down and write today, but endings are always hard.
Unfortunately, I think that was the easy part of this whole process, but the rest can wait to start until May.
Tomorrow, the rest of my Camp Nano goal turns toward writing funny murder on the train story. Yay~
#camp nano update#it helps this game is way shorter and more streamlined than the other two i've made#it's just the other bells and whistles i want to add in that are going to be the problem#fix it from the outside#also the train story is exactly what it sounds like
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Finished Nanowrimo!!!
I would describe the story as a couple of flimsy plot-like twigs on which I’ve suspended a number of poorly-thought-out action scenes and extremely well-thought-out “action” scenes, which enabled me to get to 50k without too pain.
Making it into something worth sharing will be a ton of work! But I’d like to get better at this whole writing thing, so I’m going to give it a shot. (Eventually.)
#nanowrimo#my fic#writing update#nano is fantastic training for pushing onwards while knowing it’s bad#if only I could use the same approach to make it good
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#personal#morgan writes fic#how to train your assassins#i broke nano I gotta keep my own word count now#ya man is dyin' fellas
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My Dream
We could have trains
that run autonomously
and use less energy
than airplane flights
with their own right of way
separate from freight
like the rest of the world.
Faster than cars,
more practical than planes
for nearly any journey
between adjacent states.
Transportation is electrifying
to save the globe
as it’s the largest contributor
to green house gases
but here in the USA
we’re just replacing gas engines
with lithium batteries
that are destroying fragile desert ecosystems
and making no effort
to downsize the number
of vehicles on roads.
Inventors are focused
on autonomous cars
for more than just last-mile transportation
instead of on the faster
and more economical
and more environmentally friendly
route of actual public transportation infrastructure.
Oh what could
this country be
if for once we stopped to think
not only about the sec
but the entire group.
How sweet it would be if only we
radically focused on trains.
The United States
could change the world
by letting go of our
obstinate individuality
and adopted the world’s
use of trains.
9 November 2022
#I just really like trains#nanowrimo#nano 2022#poets on tumblr#poetry#my poem#trains#train#freight train#passenger train#autonomous#motor vehicles#electric vehicles#public transit#public transport system#public transportation#planes#airplane#air pollution#greenhouse gases#environment
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trains should be automated.
#it's nice to think you're doing a good thing supporting unionised train drivers#but they're essentially holding the public transport of the country hostage#by guarding their jobs that could be automated with a single arduino nano#like the largest operating cost of a train has to be the driver#so if you remove the driver you can afford to run much more trains and bring the cost down#which might actually help climate change
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