#highcurrent

Got lots and lots of solenoids?

We were chatting with a customer and realized we need a better solution for customers with many solenoids or other high-current on/off loads. This breakout will make it easy to control and power many inductive or high-current loads. An mcp23017

https://www.digikey.com/short/nf4pn2rc

expander over I2C provides 8 output pins, each connected to an AO3406 N-Channel FET

https://www.digikey.com/short/rh398zbh

with a 1N4007 flyback diode.

https://www.digikey.com/short/343h9890

         SHE   knew this was a bad idea... !  ‘Oh wait, I’m not asking, you have to come,’ Sun says --- ‘wear something cute,’ Sun says --- and where is everybody ??  Nowhere ! She didn’t  NYOOM  home after work, actually follow directions and change into something nicer --- hole-free and everything ! --- and  NYOOM  back down to the boardwalk’s midway for nothing, right ?  It was bad enough knowing Neptune would be there --- making this the first time since... ‘The Incident’... That they’ve been face-to-face... 

         And before she knows it, Ruby’s stomach is in knots again. She’s about inches away from shoving some Dust at the nearest boardwalk game that involves hitting something --- anything. For now she settles for pacing instead, Crescent Rose bobbing to and fro against her back as her hand rubs at the back of her neck. Autumn means cooler weather and shorter days; the sun’s already working its way lower and lower beneath the waterline ( is Neptune even aware where the Boardwalk is ?? He knows it’s... by a bunch of water, right ?? ), and as a chilly breeze blows in off the shore, she’s suddenly very glad she opted to swap her trusty old cape for Cassandra’s heavier... Admittedly nicer-looking one. 

         The only thing that can keep her from wearing a hole into the wood with her boots is a familiar shock of blue --- towering pretty easily over the majority of the crowd. Ruby immediately skids to a halt, and a surge of heat ( and mild nausea ) shoots up all the way from her toes. Her stomach’s in knots all over again, a feeling that only intensifies when she notices a distinct lack of blonde, monkey-tailed company with him. Temporarily her nervousness is forgotten in favor of annoyance --- she has a sneaking suspicion that she’s figured out exactly what’s going on here, but she doesn’t want to jump to conclusions... So instead she throws up her hands in an indicative, universal ‘What’s the deal?’ gesture.

              ❛   Weh --- Where’s, uhhh... Where’s Sun ??   ❜

                ❝   I suppose my understanding of it doesn’t make much difference --- there’s no way I could look for eggs, not knowing there might be live frogs inside !! That’s  WAY  too close to bugs !!!   ❞

        Yep. Tide’s high. ... Like, beyond high tide. Way beyond !

            ❛   How’m I supposed to find him in all this------------   ❜

           GYAAAH----! 

           ❛   Oh. There he is !   ❜    She’d recognize that cartoonish, short-yet-shrill squealing anywhere. Doesn’t sound too far away, either... !

So. 

It’d finally come to this. 

The Crownless King versus the Junior Detectives. 

And what better reason could there be for their clash than hair-care products? Clearly a more serious issue than— oh, I don’t know— Travis’s constant vigilante killing sprees. Those were fine. 

In any case... the time was nigh. 

Time to face the music. 

unprompted // always accepting

         ❛ a hair gel thief?! oh no! ❜ this was definitely an important case to solve. a lot of people – especially neptune – relied on hair gel. and without it, how was he supposed to spend the early hours getting ready in front of a mirror? it was vital to his appearance and dare he say… confidence as well. sun couldn’t let his buddy run out of all his charm!

                 ❝   So, wait... Let me get this straight.   ❞

       THEY’VE   been at this for a good twenty minutes. The elderly woman he’d been so kind to help has long since been ushered on her way. The flashy, albeit makeshift badge, however, is her main concern.   ❝   You and this... Friend of yours are ‘junior detectives,’ but have yet to visit --- or even apply at --- Spirale’s police headquarters ? Has it even crossed your mind ?   ❞

       Her fingers have been firmly squeezing the bridge of her nose for a while now. Despite being roughly the same age --- and despite her height being diminutive by comparison --- she has no issue taking on a stern tone, more maternal than authoritative.   ❝   You do realize this falls under impersonating an officer, don’t you ?  ... In front of an officer ?   ❞

     Curiosity still calls as strongly as it always has to Ozpin. The opportunity to watch as others built their own machines and devices using the technology of Fibonacci isn’t one he can pass up, not when he lives so close by anyway. Of course, he’s considered perhaps building something himself- something close to the gears and mechanisms that comprised his old office, but for the moment he’s content to just take in the creativity of others.

At least until he spots a familiar head of blue hair and pair of goggles catches his eye.

There’s a moment of hesitation, the unfortunate new norm whenever approaching anyone from Remnant these days, but eventually he presses forward to walk up beside the young man and see what he’s working on in this sea of creation.