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Today, I'm excited to welcome Andy Lambert to Valar Atomics as Chief Production Officer. Andy has led an extraordinary career in manufacturing. As VP of Production at SpaceX, Andy took Falcon 9 from a fledgling single-use rocket to the world's most reliable launch vehicle and first orbital-class self-landing system, while also industrializing Falcon Heavy production and leading quality for America's primary human-rated spacecraft, Crew Dragon. Those who know me best know my particular style of hiring executives; that is, not hiring them until I've found the best in the world. It has taken me three years to find somebody that I feel is capable of executing on our mission to turn nuclear energy from a construction industry to one based on vertically integrated mass-manufacturing and rapid deployment. If you prick Valar Atomics in any place, you will find that we bleed scale. Every decision in our architecture has been meticulously and ruthlessly honed for building not tens of reactors, but thousands. Nuclear reactors are simple machines, but real scaled production is very hard. I wanted to find somebody who has lived through production hell of a novel system where the safety of human life hangs in the balance. Andy started his career working on the Harrier for the Royal Air Force, then moved into production at BMW. At SpaceX, Andy was responsible for the production of Falcon 9 and the quality of Crew Dragon, two of humanity's most challenging and safety-sensitive products. After SpaceX, Andy built complex and novel energy systems at Heliogen, then ran production at the innovative and vertically integrated hypercar company Czinger. This mix of novel environments, unprecedented pace, deep vertical integration, and life-safety quality is exactly what Valar Atomics needs to bring humanity into the atomic age and make energy cheaper than ever before. But more than all of that, I found Andy and his wife Carrie to be incredibly kind and genuine people who are incapable of resting on their laurels. They are hungry to help build the future. My reference checks on Andy were all consistent: he fights hard to win, but he does so in a way that brings everyone along. If you've worked with Andy in the past, or have worked in organizations that have been fortunate enough to have him at the helm, this is your chance to see him in peak form. The mission of Valar Atomics is to make energy cheaper and more abundant in the universe than ever before. We are doing this by becoming the first company in history to build thousands of nuclear fission reactors. This will require the absolute best people in the United States working harder than they've ever worked before. But our mission is worth your efforts. Join us!

GERALD & THE FEATHERED BANDITS — PART II: THE PRICE OF TREASON Are you little creatures on the edge of your seats? Are you prepared for the rollercoaster of events your about to be forced into enduring? If you are, good...hold on tight. If you're not, well, darlings, you might want to invest in some reinforcements because Gerald is not going to hold back. So. Kitten and I are currently in Gerald's dungeon of deception. Gerald has apparently framed me for something. Only God knows what that's about. My crow Malaita has staged what feels dangerously like a coup. And my best friend has been kidnapped because she committed the unforgivable crime of... being correct about Gerald and his nefarious plans. Kitten paced behind the bars. "I told you." "I know." "I TOLD YOU!" "Kitten..." "FOR DAYS NOW!" "I KNOW!" "But nooooo!! Gerald's your "little General." "Gerald brings you shiny things." "Gerald gave you a fucking stick crown."" "It was a SYMBOL OF OFFICE!" "IT HAD A DEAD LEAF IN IT!" Before I could defend the artistry of my royal regalia... Gerald entered. Alone. Slowly. He moves with absolute silence, like a lion on the hunt stalking its prey. He flows into the dungeon like spilled ink. His glides through the corridors like a drifting piece of midnight. He watches us from the darkness, completely still, enjoying the quiet terror of his surprise visit. He hops onto the table. Kitten and I only know he is there because the room becomes increasingly cold. His sharp talons click softly, sounding exactly like dripping water. Kitten immediately pointed at him. "FUCK YOU." Gerald blinks. Hmmm. "DON'T YOU HMMM ME." I step between them. Because diplomacy of course. This is why I was named King. "Gerald. Explain yourself." He stares at me. I stared back. Hmmm. "Use your words." ... HMMMMMM. "Those are not fucking words." Gerald hops closer toward the iron-clad bars. Then in a devilishly lowered voice. "Hmmm." I froze. Kitten froze. Because somehow... we both understood. This in its entirety was not what it looked like from the outside in. Gerald had a plan. A plan bigger than all of us. Whatever he has me taking the fall for... whatever the crows had been scouting... whatever Gerald had been priming for... us...being here...in this moment...was all part of it. We needed to wait. We needed to trust him. We needed to be patient. I slowly nodded. Gerald nodded. Kitten looked between us. "Are you two seriously fucking communicating right now?" "Yes." "HE HUMMED." "It's complicated." "YOU BOTH NEED THERAPY!" Gerald's head snapped toward her. Oh. Oh no. I'd almost forgotten. Gerald holds grudges. And Kitten has spent DAYS publicly accusing this bird of conspiracy of treason. Gerald knew. Gerald remembered. Gerald had apparently has been keeping fucking receipts. He hopped toward Kitten. He then looked at me. And then at Kitten. Then... at Kitten's feet. No. "Gerald." Hmmm. "Gerald, please don't." He tapped his beak against a tiny wooden plaque that had somehow been planted carefully inside our cell. I wont be asking how Gerald managed to best us on that account. Anyway... Two options had been carved into it. THE TOE. or THE TRAITOR. I stared at him. "You're going to make me choose?" Gerald nodded. Kitten looked down. Then back at me. "What the fuck does 'the traitor' mean?" "I don't think you want to know." Gerald tapped the second option. Then dramatically dragged one feathered wing across his throat. ... "OH COME ON, GERALD!" He shrugged. THE CROW FUCKING SHRUGGED AT ME! I turned towards Kitten. "I'm so sorry." Her eyes widened in horror. "Bexxy." "You have nine others." "BEXX!." *"And quite honestly **when you think about it...*the big toe is kind of arrogant." "DON'T YOU DARE START GASLIGHTING ME ABOUT THE IMPORTANCE OF A TOE!" "I'm saving your LIFE, you should be thanking me." "SAVE ALL OF ME!" Gerald tapped on the plaque impatiently. Fine. I chose. THE TOE. Gerald squawked. The dungeon erupted. Crows poured in from every direction. Kitten backed against the wall. "WAIT WAIT WAIT WAIT—" Suddenly... Gerald stopped them. Because apparently taking the toe wasn't satisfactory enough. No. Not in the slightest. Kitten had spent too long watching. Too long questioning. Too long publicly challenging General Gerald and his motions. If she wanted to survive inside his organization... she would have to prove herself useful to the caws. (see what I did there?) Gerald dropped something at her feet. A walnut. Kitten stared at it. Then Gerald. Then me. "What am I supposed to fucking do with this?" I shrugged. "Welcome to the organization." Gerald: Hmmm. Kitten: "I hate the pair of you." Me: "You'll learn...eventually" Gerald unlocked the cell. Then disappeared back into the darkness. No further explanations. The other crows followed. Kitten and I stood there for a moment longer. Liberated. Confused. Still technically in possession of all twenty combined toes... for now. Because I don't think Gerald wanted the toe today. The toe was collateral. A promise. Kitten had been given a chance. One opportunity to prove that she belonged. And whatever Gerald had framed me for? Whatever required him to kidnap my best friend? Whatever the crow army had spent days scouting? We were about to find out. How do I know without a doubt? Because just before Gerald disappeared up the stairs... He stopped. He turned. He looked directly at us. And he hummed. Not his normal hum. No. Not in the slightest. This one was different. This hum was... Low. It was... Dark. Almost excited even. I looked toward Kitten. Kitten looked toward me. "What is he saying?" I swallowed. "We ride at midnight." ... Kitten sighed. "I fucking hate your bird." From somewhere upstairs: HMMMMMM. "HE FUCKING HEARD ME, DIDN'T HE?" That he did. Gerald always hears. And Gerald... never forgets.

Chris Lyon's Story 🔻 "I joined the Royal Air Force, as a Boy Entrant, in January 1961 serving until March 1999, leaving as a Flight Sergeant. My first experience of an Ejection Seat was in the Javelin that was in our training Hangar. Following 18 months training, there followed a succession of postings over the next 38 years. The majority of which entailed working 1st line on Squadrons. This entailed a myriad jobs of Armament nature including Before Flight/After Flight/ Turn Round Servicings and Removal and Fitment of the various marks of Martin-Baker Ejection Seats. Starting with 90 Squadron Valiants at RAF Honnington (who were disbanded and scrapped within 2 months of me arriving. A “cross posting” to 55 Squadron Victors (who were then still Bombers) followed. Many detachments with 55/57 Sqn were topped by 3 X 3 months in Singapore. Several times per day necessitated the normal AF/BF of the Ejection Seats. Removing the Ejection Seats in the blazing sun was no fun (especially as at that time, the aircraft were painted in gloss white!! In the following years, I was fortunate enough to have 6 tours (20 years in total) to Royal Air Force Germany (2ATAF as was initially). Each Squadron posting, 17Sqn Canberra PR7’s, 14Sqn Canberra’s B(I)8’s. In later years, Phantom FGR11 and Jaguar’s of 6/14/19 and 20 Squadrons always entailed Removal and Fitting the Ejection Seats on a regular basis (6 monthly servicing as it was then). Canberra removal and fitment were not too bad, as were the Jaguar. But, the constant “Seat Pan Removal” on the Phantom’s were a guaranteed task on every shift due to INAS(?) problems. Seem to remember that the worst part of that job (prior to H & S intervention), entailed removing the pan by lifting it out of the cockpit and manhandling it to the ground via the wing!! Tying the connector at the rear left of the seat with cord was no easy task either!! On one posting to RAF Leeming I was NCO I/C the Ejection Seat Bay doing 2nd line Servicing. It was during this posting that I visited your Factory with various items of the Tornado seats on a couple of occasions. Promotions and postings followed and I ended up at 5 Site RAF Stafford where we did the 3rd line servicing on a multitude of Armament Equipment. Not least of all were many marks of Ejection Seats. I left the RAF here but returned as OC Armament as the first civilian OC. I was lucky enough during my Service Career to have “back seat” trips in a Phantom and a Jaguar. Confident in the knowledge that I had, coincidently, fitted the Seats as part of my Squadron tasks". Read more stories on our website: #EngineeringForLife# #Maintainer#

♚Superb♚ I am Superb, a Royal Navy light cruiser, presenting my most superb entrance for you. Rest assured and leave anything to me, Commander~ Starting today, your life is about to become super dazzling. HMS Superb is preparing to sortie and she will grace your dock in the near future, Commander. #AzurLane# #Yostar#

♚Duncan♚ Royal battlecruiser Duncan, reporting for duty, Commander. I would gladly take on any task you require, from dispatching dangers outside to supporting you with paperwork and admin inside. Please allow me to be your adviser. HMS Duncan is preparing her maiden voyage and will grace your dock in the near future, Commander. #AzurLane# #Yostar#

DeepSeek v4.1 Flash on 4xDGX Sparks Royal Rumble! Contenders: 🥇 vLLM using @christopherowen ver 1107 🥈 SGLang using @majewskizby ver 2.7 vLLM is incredible in this recipe and I have not used it fully, because I haven't access to console, required for some customizations. Let me build some real code with it now! Great job to both, keep pushing! Recipes: - SGLang: - vLLM: (branch... release not yet ready)

⭕️First Charter of Human Rights 

I am Kourosh (Cyrus), King of the world, great king, mighty king, king of Babylon, king of the land of Sumer and Akkad, king of the four quarters, son of Camboujiyah (Cambyases), great king, king of Anshân, grandson of Kourosh (Cyrus), great king, king of Anshân, descendant of Chaish-Pesh (Teispes), great king, king of Anshân, progeny of an unending royal line, whose rule Bel and Nabu cherish, whose kingship they desire for their hearts, pleasure. When I well -disposed, entered Babylon, I set up a seat of domination in the royal palace amidst jubilation and rejoicing. Marduk the great god, caused the big-hearted inhabitations of Babylon to .................. me, I sought daily to worship him. At my deeds Marduk, the great lord, rejoiced and to me, Kourosh (Cyrus), the king who worshipped him, and to Kaboujiyah (Cambyases), my son, the offspring of (my) loins, and to all my troops he graciously gave his blessing, and in good sprit before him we glorified exceedingly his high divinity. All the kings who sat in throne rooms, throughout the four quarters, from the Upper to the Lower Sea, those who dwelt in ..................., all the kings of the West Country, who dwelt in tents, brought me their heavy tribute and kissed my feet in Babylon. From ... to the cities of Ashur, Susa, Agade and Eshnuna, the cities of Zamban, Meurnu, Der as far as the region of the land of Gutium, the holy cities beyond the Tigris whose sanctuaries had been in ruins over a long period, the gods whose abode is in the midst of them, I returned to their places and housed them in lasting abodes. 


I gathered together all their inhabitations and restored (to them) their dwellings. The gods of Sumer and Akkad whom Nabounids had, to the anger of the lord of the gods, brought into Babylon. I, at the bidding of Marduk, the great lord, made to dwell in peace in their habitations, delightful abodes. 


May all the gods whom I have placed within their sanctuaries address a daily prayer in my favour before Bel and Nabu, that my days may be long, and may they say to Marduk my lord, "May Kourosh (Cyrus) the King, who reveres thee, and Kaboujiyah (Cambyases) his son ..." Now that I put the crown of kingdom of Iran, Babylon, and the nations of the four directions on the head with the help of (Ahura) Mazda, I announce that I will respect the traditions, customs and religions of the nations of my empire and never let any of my governors and subordinates look down on or insult them until I am alive. From now on, till (Ahura) Mazda grants me the kingdom favor, I will impose my monarchy on no nation. Each is free to accept it , and if any one of them rejects it , I never resolve on war to reign. Until I am the king of Iran, Babylon, and the nations of the four directions, I never let anyone oppress any others, and if it occurs , I will take his or her right back and penalize the oppressor. 


And until I am the monarch, I will never let anyone take possession of movable and landed properties of the others by force or without compensation. Until I am alive, I prevent unpaid, forced labor. To day, I announce that everyone is free to choose a religion. People are free to live in all regions and take up a job provided that they never violate other's rights. 


No one could be penalized for his or her relatives' faults. I prevent slavery and my governors and subordinates are obliged to prohibit exchanging men and women as slaves within their own ruling domains. Such a traditions should be exterminated the world over. 


I implore to (Ahura) Mazda to make me succeed in fulfilling my obligations to the nations of Iran (Persia), Babylon, and the ones of the four directions. #CyrusDay#

🇬🇧🇨🇦👑 Grab a tissue, because you may need it for this very emotionally loaded story! Prince Harry says thinking about his royal future made him very depressed: "I'd spent so long emotionally numb to a large extent because nobody told me ⁠joy was still allowed." He says he and Meghan went to Canada, of all places, to clear their heads: "Being in Canada, away from the stressful environment where presumably my body was just pumped full of adrenaline, within 2-3 days, I experienced this adrenaline crash, something I’d never experienced ⁠before." Man, it must suck to be rich for no good reason at all. Life must have been so difficult for them. 🤣 Source: Reuters / Writer: Jamie