Polish PolType is a family of microcomputer systems developed by Polish engineers in close cooperation with the Polish representative of the British MonoType company (PolType was acquired by the Cyfronex company in 1986, but the original developers remained with the company).
PolType devices were able to control LaserComp and MonoType Imagesetter machines (Imagesetter produces the printing film from which the printing plate is made ā nowadays the plate is made directly, and the film is not needed).
The first generation of Poltype (1988) required its own eight-bit computer, the next, Poltype 03 and 04, used a PC XT class computer.
The 510-key POLSET 04 keyboard (for PolType 04) shown in the first two pictures was also Cyronex's own development. This was also excellent for typing complex mathematical formulas, but through it, the functions of the SW were also available (the mouse and WYSIWYG were still in a very experimental stage at that time)
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For the do the panic bts, do you have anything of the Alex and Mel āHEāS DIVORCED AND STIUPID!!!ā Conversation?
[set during ch 3 - now also on ao3!]
Abbott tells Mel to clock out at 6, since sheād come in early and stayed late two nights that week, and Mel decides to accept it at face value. She packs up her bag and makes it to the bus stop before she actually checks her phone, and sheās surprised at the number of texts she finds there. She starts with Frankās messages, which are delightful and a little confusing (what does it mean to āhaveā the kids for a weekend? Doesnāt he have them for life? Isnāt that what parenthood is?).Ā
She never had a space-themed room as a kid, but Becca had a collaging phase that led to their mom subscribing to as many free magazines as she could find, and Mel remembers a picture in one of those magazines of a bedroom that she was obsessed with.Ā The room had glow-in-the-dark stars and planets and astronauts, a bedspread filled with cosmos, and a real telescope in the window, which is what Mel returned to again and again. She imagined what it would be like to have a telescope in her bedroom window, the ability to visit other planets and see the stars each night before bed.
(If Pinterest counts, Beccaās collage phase never actually ended.)
Itās so nice that Frank (and Abby, she reminds herself, always) is following Tannerās lead on the room. It must be a big adjustment to go from that beautiful suburban house to an apartment in the city.
She opens her thread with Alex next, which is even more confusing.
Sheās wondering whether to call him now or wait until sheās home (even though a tiny part of her wants to open Facebook first, because Alex deactivated his Facebook again, so what could possibly be going on?), when a series of texts from Frank breaks her brain. The phone is ringing, but she has no memory of deciding to dial.
āHi Mel,ā Alex answers, sounding completely normal, which also makes no sense. āHow was your shift?ā
āIs Frank divorced?ā Mel squawks, a noise she has never heard come from her body before.Ā
āWhat makes you say that?ā Alex asks, tone cautious, which means 1. Frank is divorced and 2. Alex somehow knew before her.
āIs Frank divorced and you knew before me?ā Mel cries, pressing her palm against her forehead. She wonders if a patient pushed her over mid-shift again, but sheās so concussed she already forgot about it.Ā
āAgain, what makes you say that?ā
The bus pulls up, then, but Mel hates when people talk on the phone on public transit, so she steps away from the stop. She realizes this might take a minute, so she starts walking, even though itās almost an hour to her apartment by foot.
āFrank asked me if I would help him decorate Tannerās bedroom this weekend, which is also very exciting, and then he said that heās not sure what to do and something about not realizing that getting divorced would lead to so much time on Pinterest? And then asked if I have any ideas, which I havenāt answered, so hold onāāā She types out something about glow-in-the-dark stars, and Alex is talking when she puts the phone back to her ear.
āāātext message?ā Alex finishes.
āWhat?āĀ
āThis was all over text?ā Alex repeats.
āYeah, he was off today,ā Mel answers absently, before she remembers the plans he had mentioned. āAlthough he said that you two were going to go play running again.ā
āMel, weāve been over this before,ā Alex sighs. āItās just running. Itās not play running. Itās not a team sport.ā
āBut youāre doing it together.ā She will not be swayed on this. āDid you see him this morning?ā
āWe had a very interesting conversation,ā Alex says cryptically. She wishes she could see him, instead of talking on the phone. Actuallyā¦
āAre you home? Can you pick me up? Iām walking home, but itās 3 miles, so that was kind of silly, but I didnāt want to get on the busāāā
āChill, Mel,ā he says, which always makes her laugh, because itās such a useless thing to say. When has telling somebody to chill ever made them feel better? Although, now that she thinks about it, it kind of does relax her at this point, since itās such an established script between them. āI can be there in 10. Iāll watch your dot on Find My.ā
āThanks.ā She couldnāt tell you where she is, anyway. āAlex. Is Frank divorced?ā
āI really hoped he was going to actually tell you, like, face to face,ā Alex mutters, and she can hear his door closing, his feet on the stairs.
āIām so confused,ā she says, trying to think of any clues that things had been going badly between him and Abby. He showed her a picture of Abby with both kids just the other day, Penny clinging to her leg, Tanner throwing up a peace sign. Abby looked as beautiful as she always does, her brown hair clipped back in one of those elegant, seemingly effortless updos that women who werenāt Mel mastered at some point. They were in the break room, eating protein bars and debriefing a trauma, when the text came through on his phone, and Mel watched him smile softly before flipping it around to her.Ā
āArenāt they the cutest?ā Frank had asked, and Mel nodded with a forced smile, her protein bar turning to ash in her mouth. She felt so stupid, then and now, to think that she could compete with a woman like Abby, that she would ever want to compete.
āYeah, that sounds about right,ā Alex says, bringing her back to the present.Ā
āIf you have any additional information that might, yāknow, make me less confused, feel free to share anytime.ā Her head has started pounding, the spot behind her right eye that she associates with cramming for tests or preparing to meet with lawyers.Ā
āFrank is divorced,ā Alex says, a simple declarative sentence that she still canāt understand. Frank. Divorced. āFrank lives alone, except for when he has his kids.ā That makes even less sense. Didnāt she ask about Abby when they toured apartments? āHis apartment is actually, like, the poster child of single divorced dad. Plus a lesbian flag.ā
āWhat?ā Every word he says makes less sense.
āIgnore the lesbian flag.ā As though that could possibly be the part that Mel was hung up on.
āWhy were you in his apartment?ā she asks. When in doubt, stick to practical questions about logistics. Logistics make sense.Ā
āHe needed to grab his wallet so we could get acai,ā Alex says, which doesnāt feel as complete an answer as he seems to think it is. āItās real divorced in there, though. Like, TV on the floor bachelor pad vibe. Besides the lesbian flag, but again, thatās not important.ā
āThen why do you keep mentioning it?ā Mel tugs the ponytail holder out of her braid and finger combs it apart. It doesnāt feel right to try to process this information with her hair still in a neat braid, which also doesnāt make sense.
āI liked it,ā Alex replies. Does he think heās helping? āHey, can you stay where you are? Youāre at a good corner for me to stop at. Iām 5 minutes out.ā
āKeep your eyes on the road,ā Mel says automatically.Ā
āEasier if you stop moving and I can close Find My.ā
āIām stopped. Iām seated. The play attendant is asking me to leave, or whatever that meme that Becca likes says.āĀ
As ever, attempting to invoke a meme was the wrong move, because Alex laughs for a solid minute, then tries to tell her what the actual meme is, then they get into an argument over whether there is such thing as a āplay attendant,ā and Alex is finally pulling up beside her.
āHey good lookinā,ā he calls through the open window. āCome here often?ā
āOh no,ā Mel frowns, reading her search results. āI guess play attendant usually means somebody who works with kids in daycare settings.ā
āFucking called it,ā Alex crows, and Mel closes her phone, which reminds her why heās here, and her brain is breaking again.Ā
āDivorced?ā she asks, even though theyāre past that point. Thankfully, Alex understands where sheās coming from, and he nods solemnly. āFor how long?ā
Alex winces. āAre you sure you want to know from me? Not wait for him to tell you?ā
Mel leans back against the headrest and frowns up at the ceiling of Alexās car. Thereās a whole tangled knot of emotions in her head and heart and chest right now, and sheāll probably be up half the night trying to tease out the different strands. One that is immediately clear to her, though she doesnāt want to acknowledge or let it in, is hurt.
Frank is one of her best friends. How could he not tell her that heās divorced?
āI donāt understand why he didnāt tell me,ā Mel says, which isnāt an answer, but is her truth.
āI actually do have the answer to that one, and I donāt think heāll be saying it anytime soon,ā Alex says, tone betraying nothing. She turns to him so she can try to read his expression. He looksā¦amused?
āDo you think itāll make me feel better or worse to know?āĀ
Alex tilts his head and taps his index finger against the steering wheel. It makes her think of how Frank fidgets while he drives, drumming against the wheel and bouncing his leg and nodding his head along to the music, and her heart hearts. āI actually think itāll make you feel better. But then maybe worse, because Langdonās a dumbass.ā
Despite it all, Mel canāt help but snort. āHeās Langdon now, huh?ā
Alex nods, surprisingly serious. āWe had a solid conversation. Heās my bro now.āĀ
Frank would like that, she thinks, remembering his distinction between being a bro and someoneās bro, and she hates that itās impossible to stop thinking about him, that sheās let him worm his way into her brain so deeply.
āOk, tell me,ā she sighs as Alex parallel parks on his street. For somebody who grew up in the suburbs, heās surprisingly good at it. Itās the kind of thing she thought about when she thought she was in love with him.
Alex turns the car off and turns to her. āHe did tell you.ā
Mel blinks. Squints at him. Frowns. āI think I would remember if he told me something like that.ā
āHe told you,ā Alex repeats, watching her, and she hates that he still looks a little amused. āHe just told you in a situation where you didnāt hear him.āĀ
āIs this a riddle? The bear is white, and weāre on the North Pole.ā
Alex laughs and shakes his head. āAccording to him,ā he says, in a very donāt kill the messenger kind of way. āHe told you his first week back, when you were out in the ambulance bay together.ā If it were anyone other than Alex, she might be blushing. Sheās told Alex a lot about the ambulance bayās role in their friendship (can she say relationship now??). And maybe in her dreams. āHe asked you to call him Frank. And then he said something about how he went to rehab twice and got divorced in the last year.ā
Mel stares at him. She pushes her glasses to her forehead and presses her palms against her eyes, hard enough that her vision whites out for a second.Ā
The thing is, she knows the exact conversation heās referencing, because sheās replayed it a thousand times. He called her their best resident. He said she was an excellent resident. He said they would learn from each other. He told her that his friends call him Frank, and that they would be friends, so she should call him Frank. He told her not to spread something around, but before she could ask what he meant, he had to run off.
Somehow, she missed him saying that he was divorced, all the way back during their first real week together.
āHeās been divorced since last July?ā Mel asks. Her heart sinks. She hadnāt realized it had even risen enough to sink. āBut he and Abby are getting back together, then. He still called her babe. And said I love you.ā
Alex shakes his head, vehement. āNope, completely platonic.ā Mel shoots him a skeptical look. āSeriously. They arenāt together, and heās over her.āĀ
Divorced.
Since last July.
āI canāt handle any more of this,ā Mel decides. āDo you have any ice cream? I think I deserve to have ice cream for dinner.ā
āYou deserve to have whatever you want, Mel King,ā Alex tells her, unbuckling his seatbelt. āEven when that includes well-intentioned dumbasses who are in love with you.ā At Melās glare, he holds up his palms in surrender. āWho we wonāt talk about this evening. I have chocolate and mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer. That good?ā
Mel almost tears up at that, the idea that Alex keeps her and Beccaās favorite flavors of ice cream on hand, but sheās felt enough for the evening, so she just gets out of the car instead.Ā
[Hours later, Alex's neighbors hear a muffled scream from his living room: "HE FORGOT THAT HE HAS A FACEBOOK?"]
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