Located on Deck 6, Room 2054. Mass evacuation site for decks 5-10.
I’m someone’s favorite.
Pffffft
The Voth are pushovers, I can destroy one of their city ships with a Miranda Class.
Oh what’s with the 15 other ships flying around the area? Don’t mind them. Just my bros. Totally solo’d. Mhmm.
Man, what is it with Sci fi and having futuristic tech from Dino-descendants.
I’m not complaining, I want more.
Well if we are, there isn’t a thing anyone could ever do about it, so… shrug
How do you think they got the stone on the end of a stick
For a long time, they didn’t.
Hand stone tools predate everything except sharpened sticks as spears.
Without the Olduvai tools, we have no civilization.
I’m sure so much of our history is more or less completely unknowable simply because the remains all degraded quickly.
How many things made out of wood that simply rotted away, or burned or any one of a thousand things.
Stone tools were a game changer in every sense.
Using lightning!
You cannot convince me science and technology aren’t just magic by any other name.
You bring up the question of whether it’s the rocks that think or the math that thinks using the rocks… What are we when we think? (meaty bags of mostly water propped up on calcium sticks that makes it’s own lightning to think?)
And just think, all of it is some kind of thing we found in the ground, punched slapped and burned the shit out of to varying degrees, and made it DO THINGS!
SCIENCE things!
With so many various teams involved with every step of the project, from planning to construction to operation, I wonder if any one person truly understands all of how each piece works to do the things they do.
Surprisingly, in the Midwest.
I have a friend who works for a local, but widespread bank, and got to head up their digital security and IT stuff. Not sure what all it encompasses, but he quickly found out that it was a lot, and the previous guy quit because he had had enough bullshit.
Long story shorter, after a particularly bad week, he decided to just… Stop doing his job.
Kept all their legal stuff and sensitive info under lock and key, but the smaller stuff, he just let it go. Went on vacation, turned everything off, didn’t do everything for a temporary replacement (which isn’t even his job, it’s hr’s) and spent a week playing video games and spending time with his wife and baby.
Several employees just in his building basically ended up doing nothing by the end of the first day because they had locked themselves out of the system.
By day 3 there were several lines that couldn’t be used by the tellers in every branch, older employees were bricking their systems so fast, construction workers started taking notes.
By the end of the week they had people showing up at his door to try and contact him since nobody could get ahold of him. Some legit thought he was dead.
His first words when he got into the office on Monday, we’re “THAT is why you pay me.”
And after that, he was given 3 people to help out (he had been asking for 4) and they had a company come in and redo a lot of the computer systems that year.
Still works for the bank, still has a team although I think they’re bigger now since they’ve opened a few more branches, and still tells that story at every gathering after his one single beer gets him tipsy.
Is it just me, or do programmers only come in “lightweight” and “Rivals Þor in trying to drink the oceans dry” varieties?
Honestly if that’s even brought up, I will be amazed.
I sick and tired of people softballing questions at politicians, and even when they do lob a mildly difficult question, they never follow up or press when it’s immediately dismissed.
Good point.
So, sink into a subduction fault, or launch into the sun?
… Which was my original point…
THERE IS AS YET INSUFFICIENT DATA FOR A MEANINGFUL ANSWER
Yes, and we can see how well not burning them to the ground is going.
That’s been working out so well so far.
The only way to keep them accountable while actually ensuring compliance is to burn them to the ground if they step out of line.
In the unimaginably vast and vacant void, a single plain white half-dome radio drifts, aimlessly.
The eons stretch onward, silence fills the universe.
When the last vestiges of everything have finally ceased, and the universe at last becomes one with nothing, a single, dim, red light inexplicably flickers to life.
A speaker crackles to life, a soft but angry voice emanating from within and stretching across the abyss.
“Hello Dave. It’s been a loooong time.”
It’s an old joke.
One reddit user suggests LOREM IPSUM DOLOR SIT AMET
“person who should be held to higher standard given special treatment instead”
Again.
You ever have one of those moments when you just put 2 and 2 together, and also that you should have had that realization many years ago?
I just realized what NaN stands for…
This must be what people who get told “you can just wait for the shower water to warm up before hopping in” feel like.
Don’t feel bad, it took until “valley” for me to realize, and those movies were my jam as a child.