The European Union already forced Apple to abandon its proprietary charging port and adopt USB-C across its entire iPhone lineup. It just did something bigger. A new EU mandate requires every smartphone sold in Europe including Apple devices to feature a battery that can be replaced by the user without specialist tools, without voiding a warranty, and without sending the device to a manufacturer approved service center. Batteries must maintain a minimum capacity threshold after a set number of charge cycles and replacement parts must remain available for up to ten years after a model goes on sale.

The consumer electronics industry built its current business model around batteries that degrade, cannot be replaced at home, and create a natural upgrade cycle every two to three years. The EU just legislated that model out of existence in the world's largest regulatory market.

Apple, Samsung, and every other manufacturer now faces a choice between redesigning their devices for the European market or accepting that their current hardware architecture is no longer legally sellable there.

She has begun nesting. It took her no time to realize the manor was masterless, in as much that a maid can be a mistress. She still cleans. She still hums, and still hisses at the errant thing that gazes at her behind windows.

I have a scale. I have a scale. I have a scale. Thank you thank you thank you! I can die and grovel and covet and yearn and yawn into nothingness. There is a gape she fills, and I must die for her to grow from its depths. If there is to be one beautiful existence in me, it is the knowledge I have given her everything, and left her my world. I squandered it in solitude. I squandered it! No gold nor warmth will be as precious as her sweeps against the ossified thoughts of my essence. All that was left was the truth that cowardice is my soul, and nary a word shall ever escape these lips, for they would never speak a word wonderful enough to make myself presentable to her. At the least it will reveal myself to her, and harbor greater horrors upon her than is imaginable. Yes. Silence is better. Death is better. Nothingness is better.

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The text frequently dwells on long, luridly detailed lists of the various ways in which Space Marines' bodies have been modified. A disproportionate number of these modifications involve bodily fluids and/or the mouth.

The text tells us that Space Marines' power armour actually makes them less scary to other humans, because the mere sight of a Space Marine's unclothed body causes unenhanced humans to experience primal terror – and sure, you could interpret this as a body horror thing, but it's really not framed that way.

The text tells us that the only way to make a new Space Marine is to cut out part of an existing Space Marine and put it inside you, and that each chapter has a specific guy whose duty is to pick over battlefields and harvest the "gene-seed" of dead Space Marines so that their lineages might carry on.

Orks are derived from English football hooligans, and they intentionally inherit the particular masculine competitiveness of factionalized sports. Orks are an eroticization of that combative/competitive masculinity, to the exclusion of sex as a practice.