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New Adding Machine

And just like that… I did something I never thought I would.


Remember a few months ago I decided I would start working towards AI for sidemount? This week I took the first step.

Having finally squirreled away the dough for a Shearwater Teric, I handed it over with a wince. Both for spending that much cash for a thing I already have a half-dozen of (dive computers), but for one that looks like a giant, ostentatious watch that proclaims to all the world, “Hear ye! Here ye! I am doing the scuba! Like anyone actually gives any fraction of a fuck!”


Today I got to return to the caves and away from the gross-tasting, fish-piss water. A little bit of depth and a little bit of deco. Bringing this groovy gizmo on its first dive.


I already love it. Like… really love it.


I can read it! With my 46 year-old eyes! And wear it like a watch over my wrist seals without special extenders or bungees or whatever.


I’m terribly excited that I can spread out info between the dashboard of the Perdix I’m used to and this new, tiny cutie.


I’m even more excited that over the next couple of months there will be transmitters. So I can stop burning through 6” hoses and/or spools. And, at a glance (instead of a tedious hand-to-hand light procedure), confirm that what o think is happening with my tank pressure, is actually happening the way my compromised mathematical ability has estimated it.


If anyone wants several hundred 003 viton o-rings… I’m about to have a mad surplus.


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