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LARES

One of the most subtle effects predicted by general relativity is a phenomenon known as rotational frame-dragging. This is caused by a massive spinning body, such as a planet, dragging space-time with it as it turns. That causes any small rotating particles in the vicinity to precess.

 

This disco ball is an extraordinary object. It is entirely passive, with no thrusters or electronic components. Instead, it is a tungsten sphere about the size of a football, weighing 400 kg and covered with 92 reflectors that allow it to be tracked using lasers on Earth. These reflectors also make it look like a disco ball.

 

The ball’s small size large mass make it the most perfect test particle ever placed in orbit, the first aerospace structure ever made from tungsten and the densest object orbiting anything anywhere in the Solar System.

 

The ball is known as the LAser RElativity Satellite or LARES. The Italians launched it in February last year and have been carefully measuring its orbital characteristics ever since.

 

Physics arXiv:
LARES Successfully Launched Into Orbit: Satellite and Mission Description
Read more: The Extraordinary "Disco Ball" Now Orbiting Earth
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All knightz animated short.

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Hey guys, check out the all knightz blog page, we are working on a kickstarter campaign that we shall be dropping in October but we have started the pre production for this project early.  Its going to be an animated 25 to 30 minute animated short.  

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Interrupted Journey: Part 4

Dern’s eyes snapped open.
…we’ll make damn sure there are no witnesses.
Those words drifted into his awareness as the Flare surged throughout his body, mending wounds, stimulating muscles, clearing the fog from his head. Pain diminished, aggression heightened, and a burning rage that had nothing to do with the Flare roared through his rejuvenated body like a whirlwind.
He shut his eyes, feigning the dead.
Heightened hearing picked up footfalls moving his way
Someone moaned…a plea for mercy…an assault rifle’s deafening report…no more pleas. Footfalls resumed, getting closer.
The weight of Ura’s corpse was draped across his chest.
Dern kept his eyes closed, ‘observing’ the hijacker’s movement through hearing, smell, the ever-subtle caress of air displacement.
The footfalls stopped in front of him. Dern opened his eyes. Five Star stood over him, but the hijacker’s attention was elsewhere.
Dern threw off Ura’s body and hopped to his feet, lightning fast. He knocked Five Star’s rifle aside with one hand and gripped the hijacker’s neck with the other. Powerful fingers sunk into flesh. Dern snatched his arm back, tearing a bloody chunk out of Five Star’s throat. The hijacker emitted a death gurgle, blood pumping from his fatal wound like water from a busted pipe.
Dern grabbed the dead man’s RI4 and turned it on the next nearest hijacker. He triggered the weapon once, sending a round drilling through the man’s left eye. He fired twice more, taking down two additional foes. He swung the rifle around and ducked. A hijacker twenty yards on his opposite side had opened fire. Dern timed the reaction perfectly and unleashed two shots even as a stream of flachettes whisked inches above him. The hijacker flailed backwards with a pair holes in his heart. Two men behind him received headshots before they could raise their weapons.
Three hijackers were left standing at the far end of the corridor. They opened fire.
Dern dove forward, his weapon spitting rapid fury.
A hijacker was lifted off his feet as bullets cleaved diagonally across his torso.
The remaining hijackers turned tail, firing wildly behind them.
One did not make it far. Dern planted a round in the back of his neck, pulverizing the spine. The criminal dropped like a bag of rocks.
The last hijacker turned a corner at the corridor junction before Dern could target him. He considered giving chase, but thought better of it. He needed to get to the cargo section.
But first…
Dern checked Ura, Cyril and Theresa for life signs. He needn’t have bothered. Jagged holes riddled their bodies. He surveyed the corridor. Every passenger…dead. Teeth gritted, he massaged his head in anguish. All dead. He looked into Ura’s lifeless eyes. “I was too optimistic.” He reached down, applied a feather light touch to her eyelids and closed them.
He backed away, taking a final, sweeping glance at the carnage before him. The sight boiled away anything inside him that could have…would have remotely inclined him to mercy toward the rest of this vicious gang. He turned and headed for the nearest elevator with purpose branded into his soul.

Turbines revved to life as the sleeper ship’s propulsion transitioned from vacuum to an atmospheric environment. Routh’s ramshackle arrangement of squat non-descript buildings appeared like rusted ornaments on the view screen. With the close of distance, the settlement buildings took on more distinctness.
Tunnal beamed. Routh wasn’t pretty by any standard or stretch of the imagination, but it represented the conclusion to a very profitable venture. That alone made the place glow bright as a sun reflective gem in the hijacker’s avaricious perception.
“Come in, Tunnal!”
The hijack leader winced at the blaring transmission through his subdermal. He pressed the implant, his whispered response weighted with irritation. “What are you trying to do, blast my ear off? What is it?”
“This is Hugens, Boss. We have a situation!”
Hugens sounded breathless.
“What kind of situation?” Tunnal prodded, his irritation heating to anger.
“It’s…it’s one of the passengers…the one who was on the bridge…he somehow grabbed a weapon, shot us up to hell. Everybody’s down ‘cept me.”
It took every ounce of self-control for Tunnal to contain his reaction. He clenched a fist as red rage tinted his vision. “What about the passenger. Is he dead? Tell me one of you fuckups took him down!”
A heavy pause. Tunnal could almost hear Hugens rattling in his worthless boots. “Boss…we tried. He moved so fast. And the way he handled a weapon…it was as if we were facing a demon instead of a man!”
Tunnal breathed in deep, letting out a slow, calming breath. He dared not call up display footage of the stasis level for fear of panicking the crew. The ship needed to land first. This could still be contained. “Standby,” he ordered.
He called two other hijackers over, Josik and a bald, sinewy woman called Chain.
“One of the passengers laid our people out,” he told them in a low voice.
Chain and Josik’s eyes widened. They exchanged glances, but otherwise kept cool.
“Hook up with Hugens, comb this ship, find that loose end. If you can capture him alive do it. If not burn him and burn him good!”
The pair nodded resolutely and walked away.
He’ll get his due, Tunnal thought. The deaths of his comrades rankled him, dashed his pride. He’d built up quite a rep as a person to be feared. And those who worked for him were to be equally feared. Anyone who could so easily erase half his force threatened to seriously undercut that reputation. I hope you can be captured alive. I’ll make such an example of you, that you’ll beg me to cut your throat and be done with it!

Dern stepped off the elevator four levels below. He kept his acquired RI4 raised to firing position, though he was reasonably certain no hijackers would be lurking about in this area…yet. The cargo hold was vast, cavernous, easily the largest section in the ship. Passengers relocating to another world typically never traveled light. On this trip, Dern was an exception.
After a minute or two of moving through the section’s aisles, checking storage shelves, he spotted his possessions. A small duffel bag stuffed with clothing, mementos, and a few old fashioned books, and a larger two-wheeled metal container with an extendable handle. The container held an item essential for his employment on Ceres 3. It could not be replaced like the contents of his smaller bag.
He slid the container off a waist high shelf and set it on the deck. On the container’s side were a keypad and a display strip. Dern tapped a string of numerals on the pad and corresponding numbers flashed on the strip. A clicking sound emanated from the container followed by a low hiss. The container’s lid opened automatically. Dern reached inside and pulled out a garment that felt like an odd meld of rubber and velvet.
He unfurled the garment, laying it out on the deck and then stripped down to his shorts. Dern put on the garment and waited briefly as it conformed snuggly to every contour of his physique. The garment covered him from head-to-toe, leaving only the front of his face visible. Dern pressed a wrist tab and the garment instantly solidified to a metal hard density. Yet it was elastic enough to be of no hindrance to the wearer’s movements. Layers of interlocking plates unraveled across the armor. A smoke-gray visor slid over his face connecting to a throat guard. He breathed in a lungful of the suit’s artificial air and flexed his arms testing its articulation.
Twelve IV nodes located at various points on the suit from chest to thighs punctured his skin. A testosterone solution, referred to as the Flare flowed through the nodes into his bloodstream, boosting the amount of Flare already present in his body.
He hadn’t felt this strong, this powerful in so long. The feeling bordered on intoxicating. And that was where Dern had to temper himself. It was all too easy to succumb to the rapturous headiness generated by the Flare. It could produce overconfidence in one’s abilities and overconfidence led to recklessness, which inevitably led to ruin.
Dern intended to wield his vengeance with a steadiness and discipline forged by brutally intensive training. Very few human beings could successfully fend off the strain the Flare inflicted on their psyches. As Dern managed to clear his mind, he demonstrated why he was among that tiny number chosen to wear the suit.

Josik and Chain met Hugens at a section of the ship near the engine regulators. Hugens bore the shaken look of a man who’d seen too many ghosts. That had Josik concerned. He knew Hugens to be ruthless and fearless, not afraid to plunge into a fight. Unlike a whole lot of lowlifes who could be guaranteed to exhibit bravery only when their foes were unarmed, preferably bound and gagged.
Chain threw an openly contemptuous glance Hugen’s way.
Josik caught the look and hid a smile. He liked a woman with balls.
“He sent just you two?” Hugens said with a discouraged frown.
“Yeah, just us,” Josik replied impatiently. “Let’s not waste time. There’s one area of the ship where this passenger is likely to go, the cargo section. It’s a great place to hide. That’s where we’ll flush him out.”
“That’s quite some speculating,” Hugens remarked skeptically. “This guy could be anywhere.”
“Well wherever he is,” said Chain, holding up a black palm size cube. “He’ll get a dose of this.”
Hugens eyed the CX charge in the woman’s hand and smiled. “Now we’re talking.”
Josik brushed past the pair. “Let’s get to the cargo hold and end this.”

Dern linked into Interface mode, activating the suit’s sensory enhancements. Suddenly the dimly lit cargo section appeared bright and vivid, as if someone had wiped a coating of grime from his face plate. He reached into the suit container and pulled out a gold colored metal bracelet. He wrapped the bracelet around his right wrist, clicking latches in place to secure it and then flexed his forearm. The bracelet sent a tingle of vibration racing through Dern’s arm up to his shoulder. He gave a tiny nod of satisfaction.
Hostile Interdiction Emitter. Ready. Dern had never ruled out having to use the weapon at some point in his new career. Ceres 3 was a largely crime free colony (emphasis on largely). He just never imagined having to deploy it so soon, before he even reached the planet. Now the question remained: would he ever get there?
Low beeping interrupted his musing. He had company. Dern snapped shut his container and darted swiftly down the aisle. A sensor display over his left eye revealed three sources of body heat moving into the cargo section.

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We're Made Of Star-Stuff...


Some part of our being knows this is where we came from. We long to return. And we can. Because the cosmos is also within us. We're made of star-stuff. We are a way for the cosmos to know itself. Carl Sagan

These Hubble Deep Field images offered incredibly clear views of the cosmos in its infancy. What drew astronomers’ attention were the tiniest galaxies, covering only a few pixels on Hubble’s detector. Most of them do not have the grand spiral or elliptical shapes of large galaxies we see close to us today. Instead, they are irregular, scrappy collections of stars. The Hubble Deep Field confirmed a long-standing idea that the universe must have evolved in a series of building blocks, with small galaxies gradually merging and assembling into larger ones.

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Interrupted Journey: Part 3

The tattooed hijacker Dern dubbed Five Star paused in the middle of pacing and touched an area next to his right ear to activate a sub-dermal communicator. He nodded and turned in a slow circle. “Good news, people. We’re a few minutes out from our destination. This will all be over soon and you can get back to whatever mundane lives you were leading before you met us.”

            Ura flashed a relieved look at Dern.

            Theresa clenched Cyril’s hand tightly. “Now we have to worry about how we’ll get to Ceres 3.”

            “Cyril nuzzled closer to his wife. “Don’t worry your pretty little head about that. We’ll find a way.”

            Dern said nothing. He watched the hijackers, unable to shake the nagging voice in the back of his head telling him that the resolution to this crisis was all too easy, all too reassuring.

            Annually, thousands of deep space sleeper ships cruised to the farthest parts of known space and quite often beyond. Such journeys had become routine and safe enough for the most risk averse traveler to undertake with minimal concern. But they were not entirely void of hazards. A ship’s shielding could degrade, exposing passengers and crew to lethal radiation. A defective stasis system could fail in its IV delivery of nutrients to sleeping passengers, subsequently starving them to death. Engines might shut down, stranding ships or a faulty astrogation computer could veer a ship off course by years, perhaps centuries.

            Thankfully, those problems were rare to nonexistent in an age when the major wrinkles initially hobbling deep space travel were ironed out.

            And then there were occasional stories of sleeper ships disappearing enroute to their destinations never to be seen again.

Dern had heard of such occurrences over the years, but like most citizens paid little to no heed to them. Now, he had to wonder if those vanished ships had fallen into the hands of bandits and if so, what of the occupants? What was their fate? What would be the fate of he and his fellow passengers?

            Dern’s fears bounded to full fruition when Five Star and his comrades suddenly leveled their weapons on the sitting passengers and opened up. Diamond-tipped, carbon-jacketed flechettes ripped from nearly a dozen assault rifles and pistols, buzz sawing across rows of flesh. Dozens of men and women crumpled beneath jack hammering rounds. A few passengers tried to scramble away only to be riddled to shreds, their bodies twisting in mid flight and crashing to the deck in contorted positions.         

            Blood and gore splashed across polished white surfaces, mingling with flachette- gouged pack marks.

            Dern had enjoyed a relationship with violence that was disturbingly deep and abiding. But that was long ago, relegated to another life. To be so unexpectedly reunited with a specter from his past was so jarring, he could only sit, frozen in place watching death unfold around him as if he were outside his body.

A hijacker ten feet away pointed his RI4 at Dern and smiled. Dern peered into the weapon’s muzzle and saw his imminent demise, yet he still could not move.

            Ura jumped up screaming.

            The muzzle flashed.

            A spatter of flachttes punched through her body, exploding against the bulkhead. One flachette caught Dern in the collar bone. Another one grazed his head after passing through Ura’s lower back. She collapsed on top of Dern as he lapsed into anguished darkness.

           

 

            The ship entered the planet’s atmosphere, descending toward a settlement called Routh. Neither the Coalition nor the other five polities comprising the human Diaspora was aware of this settlement’s very unsanctioned existence. That was sure to change in time. The Coalition dispatched regular patrols to search for and dissolve rogue settlements on the planets it laid claim to. Most unsanctioned settlers accepted dissolution. If they were upstanding, law-abiding types, Coalition patrols, acting on the discretion of commanding officers, opted not to deport them.

Criminal settlements were another matter entirely. Routh’s unsavory inhabitants knew they lived on borrowed time. Until a patrol did discover them, they intended to squeeze as much profit from their varied criminal enterprises as possible. After that, it was on to another uncharted world… provided they escaped arrest and imprisonment.

            Tunnal slouched in the captain’s chair, his fingers drumming a delightful rhythm on the armrest. A place like Routh needed all the ships it could get, since it lacked the industry and skilled labor to build them from scratch. The latest model sleeper ship, with cutting edge propulsion, state-of-the-art spatialonics and high yield multi-range weaponry to fend off pirates (Tunnal smirked) was guaranteed to net him and his associates their biggest payday.

            His subdermal com buzzed. Tunnal sat up straight and pressed next to his ear to receive. “Go ahead.”

            An enthused voice responded. “The passengers have been liquidated, Boss.”

            Tunnal gazed surreptitiously around the bridge. Crew members sat at their stations, stupidly oblivious to the slaughter he green lighted below. Their turn would soon come…but not before they landed the ship. He lowered his voice to a near whisper. “Good job. Check the bodies. Confirm that they’re all dead.”

            “Will do, Boss. We’ll make damn sure there are no witnesses.”

 

 

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Sci-fi Fantasy Art Controversy

I'm failry new to this particular site and have found it to be interesting so far. In due process, I am currently working on homework assignment and since my favorite topics involves Sci-fi/ fantasy/Comic art, I have decided to post a series of questions for my homework assignment here.They are as follows:In the past, or during your childhood, was there a particular work, theme or image in the category of science fiction/fantasy artwork or films that you favored but was considered “wrong or “demonic” by either : your relatives, friends religious groups? Why was that particular piece of art your favorite? Why would the others that you knew view it as “bad” or “demonic”? If misunderstood as being “bad” what was your explanation or evidence to clarify the image to being harmless or just a misunderstanding? If you came to the conclusion that the image was bad as a final result what is your reason? How is it looked upon today?How do you compare some of the sci-fi works that are created today in comparison with what you have experienced in the past? What do you think would cause society to look at that particular type of art/film differently and/ or change their way of looking at it? Is the controversy still evident today as it is in the past? And what reasons do those individuals (or yourself) have to back up those reasons?Just to give a brief example, during my childhood, I grew up in the south (Central Florida) and I had a fascination for drawing dragons anthros and mythical creatures. I was condemned and judged by church members and a few folks in my family because their hypothesis is based on just a few scriptures in the Bible, giving them circular reasoning as to why all dragons are evil. Not only that, I was always pestered with questions such as, "why can't I draw landscape sceneries, or people?" Grant it, I can draw people and just about anything I lay my eyes across, I just find it boring to draw. Since at that particular time I was at a very young age, I had difficulty explaining my intended purpose for drawing mythical creatures and that my art had no evil intentions behind them. Besides,the dragons I created doesn't look like anything that the scriptures describes.

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Watson In Your Pocket...



Watson, the IBM computer system that attracted millions of viewers when it defeated two Jeopardy champions handily in 2011, is finally going to meet its public.

 

Last week, IBM announced that a version of the artificially intelligent software that gave Watson its smarts is to be rented out to companies as a customer service agent. It will be able to respond to questions posed by people, and sustain a basic conversation by keeping track of context and history if a person asks further questions. An “Ask Watson” button on websites or mobile apps will open a text-based dialogue with the retired Jeopardy champion on topics such as product buying decisions and troubleshooting guidance.

 

This new version of Watson, somewhat opaquely called “Watson Engagement Advisor,” will be the Jeopardy champ’s first truly public test. Over the past two years, IBM has engaged in several trials of Watson intended to test its worth in the workplace—for example, as an aide to medical staff or financial workers (see “Watson Goes to Work in the Hospital”)—but it has not released a general product based on the technology. Even so, several companies have committed to rolling out Watson-based conversation assistants, including the Australian bank ANZ, Royal Bank of Canada, Nielsen, and the publishing and research company IHS.

 

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Inturrupted Journey: Part Two

Dern walked out of the lift onto the stasis level, holding his temper in check as the gunman prodded him a second time. Passengers huddled fearfully on the floor as leering, rifle toting captors loomed over them.
Dern counted ten hijackers. Six men, four women. He didn’t recall a single face from the outset of the voyage. They must have boarded the ship after Dern had settled into his tube. How did they manage to smuggle weapons on board? Unless they didn’t need to…unless they had inside help.
He noticed Cyril and his wife sitting on the floor near the last stasis chamber embracing each other. He eased down next to the couple.
Satisfied that the curious passenger was where he was supposed to be, the big hijacker turned and headed back to the lift.
“This is a nightmare,” Theresa whispered, her voice laden with fear and desperation. “What do they want with us?”
“They’ve rerouted the ship to another star system,” Dern replied quietly, glancing furtively at a nearby hijacker. “The ringleader says we’re going to be dropped off there.”
“They didn’t reroute the ship,” Cyril commented with certainty. “The coordinates to Ceres 3 were never laid in. If they were, our tubes would never have revived us when they did.”
Dern’s eyes sharpened with interest.
Theresa fixed a puzzled gaze on her husband. “What are you saying?”
“Someone on the bridge did not set a course for Ceres 3.” Cyril squinted. “That may or may not have happened with the captain’s consent.”
“The captain looked pretty banged up,” said Dern. “I doubt he’s working with these thugs.”
“Well, I can guarantee you, somebody among the crew is.” Cyril looked at his wife, more angry than frightened. “I guarantee it.”
Dern could only agree. “There could be more than one.”

Tunnal sat in the captain’s chair, his weapon holstered. He didn’t have to worry about a crewmember making a go for it. At this point they were nothing more than scared rabbits. And with his associates on hand to stifle temptations the hijack leader couldn’t have felt more secure.
A hum from one of the bridge stations interrupted an orderly silence. Tunnal swiveled to the source, then glanced at the captain. “What’s that?”
The captain moved toward the station, peering over the operator’s shoulder. “Just a minor strain in the left flank thruster.”
Tunnal shot up from the chair, his hand hovering threateningly above his Viper’s grip. “Is this a ploy of some kind? You trying to hamper us?”
A tension that couldn’t possibly get any thicker, hardened to stone. The captain did his best to project an unflappable demeanor. “No ploy. Had you allowed us to do a systems check after switching engines to manual we could have addressed this issue early on.”
Tunnal didn’t like the captain’s attitude, but a point was a point. He propped on the chair’s armrest, making a fluttering motion. “Carry on. Address this issue. But I want us in System 382 in three days.”
“We’ll get you there sooner. But how do we know this place will be accommodating for my passengers and crew?”
“You don’t.” Tunnal stared at the captain as if daring the officer to challenge him further on the topic. “Will that be all, Captain?”
Appearing slightly hesitant, the captain forced a sharp nod and turned away.
Josik sauntered over to his leader. “I know that preening sod will be the first one you take down,” he whispered harshly.
Tunnal thought briefly before shaking his head. “Perhaps not. I may go after the passenger that was up here.”
Josik’s eyes narrowed curiously. “Why him?”
“I don’t know. There’s something about him. I can’t place it.” Tunnal slapped a hand on his knee. “Either way, this will all be over soon.”

“I have a sister on Ceres 3.” Ura reflected, wrapping her arms around her knees.
Passengers sat along both sides of the corridor walls, avoiding eye contact with the hijackers.
Dern was perched beside the woman, listening, yet observing every detail of the gunmen, from their garb to their mannerisms.
Nine hijackers occupied the level. Two wore short sleeve shirts revealing arms layered in colorful tattoos. He paid particular attention to those tattoos when one or the other walked by.
The hijackers seemed detached enough. They didn’t mistreat passengers. In fact they barely spoke at all, except to each other, and then only in brief exchanges.
“I was going to join her,” Ura continued, her eyes glistening. “I haven’t seen her in a decade.”
“You’ll see her again,” Dern said, preoccupied with one of the tattooed hijackers. “This is just a delay.”
“A delay.” Ura dabbed at a tear with the back of her hand. “Are you always this optimistic?”
“Optimism is good for your health.”
Dern looked to Cyril and Theresa who sat on his other side.
They eagerly anticipated spending their retirement years away from the stress and strain of an overcrowded Coalition world. Of course given the rapidity with which Coalition frontier worlds were being settled, Dern doubted Ceres 3 would remain so pristine for long.
“Looks like you’ll be late reporting to your new job,” Cyril remarked, trying his best not to look worried.
Dern offered a wry smile. “I’m sure my boss will understand.”
“What do you think this System 382 planet is like?” asked Theresa.
“Sounds like a place that harbors unsanctioned settlements.” Dern could have told her that the planet was very likely a nest of cutthroats, smugglers, pirates and every assortment of criminality known and reviled by decent folk. But he didn’t want to alarm her…or anyone else within earshot.
The tattooed hijacker he was studying walked past, assault rifle resting on his shoulder.
Dern noticed five orange four point star tattoos linearly positioned underneath the hijacker’s right forearm. The sight gave him pause. Individuals employed by cartels in the Petra Cluster typically marked parts of their bodies with orange stars symbolizing how many victims they killed. A person associated with a Petra cartel never allowed himself to be outsourced unless there was blood work involved.
“Are you…ok?”
Dern turned to Theresa. His sudden look of concern obviously unnerved her. He put on a show of reassurance. “I’m fine. I was just…considering putting in for some vacation time when I start my job. I’m going to need some substantial recovery time from this ordeal.” He grinned.
Cyril and Theresa grinned too.
Ura brightened, but not enough to outshine her distress.

The fourth planet in System 382 appeared a bright and richly textured sienna on the bridge’s primary display screen.
The hijackers eyed the image in quiet jubilation.
The crewmembers calmly focused on their tasks as if under normal circumstances.
“We have no data on this world,” the captain said to Tunnal. “Perhaps you can show us where to make entry…if you don’t mind.”
Tunnal glanced sharply at the captain. “I would watch my tone if I were you. Have one of your specialists zero in on the planet’s lower western hemisphere. That’s where you’ll land this ship.”
“And you’ll let us go.”
Tunnal met the captain’s gaze with an almost wounded look. “Isn’t that what I said?” He turned away, throwing up a haughty gesture. “Now do as I say. Magnify.”
The captain nodded to a crew person across the bridge.
A second later the image drew closer, until a rocky terrain covered the screen. The picture resolved further, revealing the geometric outlines of buildings and launch-landing platforms.
“Captain,” an officer announced. “There’s a transmission coming from the planet.”
“That’s my good buddy, Hooper!” Tunnal laughed, practically bounding toward the captain’s chair. He looked at the officer, instantly disregarding the pretence of honoring a chain of command. “What the hell are you waiting for? Put my buddy on the screen.”
The officer complied and a man’s heavily bearded visage replaced the planetary vista.
A very prominent scar meandered down the left side of the man’s face, disappearing into his hairy foliage.
“Hooper, you ugly son of a bitch,” Tunnal beamed.
The man exposed a wide, toothy grin. “Don’t be jealous, snake face. About time you showed your pitiful hide in these parts.”
“No argument there. Too much time spent cavorting in Coalition space. I’ve got some serious taint to remove.”
“I’ll tell my staff to prep for your arrival. You and your team’ll have the usual comforts waiting for you.”
Tunnal waved a hand around him. “And you’ll have the latest transportation to add to your inventory.”
Hooper’s eyes glistened with anticipation. “Can’t wait. Transmitting approach vector coordinates.” His image vanished.
Tunnal turned to the captain. “Just follow the coordinates he’s sending. Once we land our business with you will be done.”
The captain kept his face blank, his tone carefully neutral. “My passengers will be allowed to keep their possessions?”
“We’re not petty thieves.” Tunnal glanced at the other hijackers who obviously shared their leader’s amusement. “The ship is all we’re interested in.”

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How Microsoft insulted me...

I don't normally rant about consumer electronics.  I don't like cell phones.  Computers are slow, and there's nothing genuinely new under the sun.  However, I'm a gamer, and I've just been insulted.  About a week ago, Microsoft told the world about its upcoming game console, the XBox ONE.  They spoke extensively about all the new features, which were cool, but weren't enough to allay disdain at the "not-so-cool" features, features like it won't play used games. 

For non-gamers, I'll let you know the secret to gaming in poor communities.  It's called GameStop.  It's a retail store dedicated to video games.  It also functions as a pseudo-pawn shop.  When you're tired of playing a video game, you can bring it to them and you'll get store credit towards another video game.  The game you turn in is then sold again as a used game for a slightly lower price.  So if you wonder why Pookie doesn't have a job, but he's knee-deep in video games, this is why. 

What Microsoft is trying to do is stop this practice because, quite frankly, they hate GameStop.  Oh, and poor people.  They obviously hate poor people too.  But this isn't the insult for me, the poor, Black gamer.  No, it isn't.  Even though the XBox ONE has a camera that's ALWAYS on and watching you, in a time where every American can rightly assume that Big Brother is watching them through their Twitter and Facebook accounts; this is not Microsoft's insult to me. 

I can tell you how Microsoft tried to impress me with a Blu-Ray drive in their new machine, even though no one cares about Blu-Ray.  If someone had the excess cash to care about extra sharp pictures on their DVDs, they would wisely buy a Blu-Ray player or an HD TV for this effect.  They would not buy a new game system.  The PS2 and PS3 game systems tried similar tactics, but the DVD drives in those systems were more of a bane than a boon. 

I'll even push aside the fact that the new XBox ONE will not play old XBox 360 games, even though those games were published by the same company for a system that uses the exact same programming language.  Thus if you buy an XBox ONE, you'll have to wait a couple months before you can play more than just one game.  To put this in perspective, a gamer with no spouse or children can finish one video game in 2 days.  I'm married with a kid, so it takes me longer, i.e.,  a week.  It will be MONTHS before you can play more than ONE game on the XBox ONE. 

None of these things alone can compare to the insult Microsoft has tossed in my direction.  What is the insult, you say?  At their press conference, they refused to mention the price of the system.  They said that the price for the XBox ONE would be released at a later date.  Excuse me, Microsoft?  Do you think I'm stupid?  I've been playing video games since 1982.  It's 2013 right now.  That's right.  I've been into games for 31 YEARS, and I'm a young gamer.  You think I, and gamers like myself, don't pay attention to market trends in the video game industry?  Your system is going to cost $600.  You know it.  I know it.  Stop playing games with grown men. 

The average gamer is 35 and is married with kids.  The PS3 was a paperweight with a Blu-Ray drive and wouldn't play old PS2 games.  It cost $600 at launch.  Why is Microsoft pretending that they're not about to make the same mistake?  They're not going under $600 because they want to offset development costs.  They're not going over $600 because they're not completely insane.  Only ignorant children, who have not seen the rise and fall of Sega or the political firestorm set by Mortal Kombat, would sit idly by wondering how much Microsoft's new system is going to cost.  So before they launch their system, (which should be in August or September) let me tell you what's going to happen if they don't want their stock price to fall

1.  They're going to make the system play used games.

2.  It WILL be backwards-compatible (play games from their older systems).

3.  The camera on the system will turn off when I turn off the system. 

These things will happen or the XBox ONE will join the ranks of TurboGraphX 16, Atari Jaguar, 3DO, Sega CD, and the Sega Saturn.  If Microsoft doesn't remember these systems, that's fine.  I've been playing games longer than they've been making them.  I know a paperweight when I see one. 

Buy my new book "Squirrels & Puppies"!! 

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Overdrawn Account...

Yeah, right

Call me selfish...

Today, an asteroid the size of the one that destroyed the dinosaurs (with its own moon, no less) will pass by our planet harmlessly, illustrating the need to increase STEM knowledge prolifically such that we can deal with the "shooting gallery" that is our solar system. In half a century of living, reading, thinking and breathing, I've become rather fond of the rock we're on, and have no interest in becoming "smooth skinned dinosaurs" for the fossil comsumption of the next sentient species (or in the case of Mars, rust).

So, it's smart, I think to encourage kids in STEM versus sports; critical thinking versus flexing and postering; building things of collective value versus just acquiring wealth for its own sake, and the avarice/self-centeredness that it typically encourages (I admit, it does not always).

A really good question: if the projections of these articles are correct, we've got seventeen years until 2030 - what then? Then tipping points in global warming won't matter; the Census population of the US in 2042 won't matter; your favorite bloviating, over-the-top, education-of-a-flea, pseudo science, know-nothing-at-all-but-soak-your-fears-for-cash talk radio host won't matter; how much you have in the bank, who you think should run the country in the 2032 election won't matter.

Until someone develops new sources of energy, Solar Sails, Warp Drive or a migration plan, we won't have many options on humanity's table...

The over-use and pollution of Earth's natural resources have become so extreme that, at current rates, a second planet will be needed by 2030 to meet the world's needs, a new report warns.

The planet's 6.8 billion people were living 50% beyond Earth's sustainable means in 2007, the latest year for which figures are available, according to the biannual "Living Planet" report by WWF, a conservation group previously known as the World Wildlife Fund.

"Even with modest U.N. projections for population growth, consumption and climate change, by 2030 humanity will need the capacity of two Earths to absorb CO2 waste and keep up with natural resource consumption," the report says, adding that four and a half planets would be needed if everyone used as many resources as the average American.1


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Humans are using resources at such a pace they need another world to meet demand for land to grow crops and forests and raise animals, WWF International said.

People required 18.2 billion hectares (45 billion acres) of land by 2008, with 12 billion productive hectares available, WWF said today in its biennial Living Planet report. About 55 percent of land needed was for forest to absorb carbon dioxide emissions. The Earth takes one and a half years to regenerate natural resources used annually by human inhabitants, WWF said.

“We are living as if we have an extra planet at our disposal,” WWF International Director General Jim Leape said in the report. “We are using 50 percent more resources than the Earth can provide, and unless we change course that number will grow very fast. By 2030, even two planets will not be enough.”2

1. USA Today: Second Earth Will Soon Be Needed
2. Bloomberg: Another Earth Needed to Meet Humans' Demand for Resources

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Spiderfab...



Spiderfab is a new concept introduced by NASA and Tethers Unlimited that could change the way that space craft are built in the near future. In theory it will be more efficient to build large structures in space rather than trying to find a launch vehicle large enough to accommodate such an undertaking of this scale. It will also be ideal for a situation in which the exact specifications of the parts needed is not known before liftoff.

 

Tethers Unlimited was awarded $100,000 to develop the concept of space 3d printing further.

 

Robert Hoyt, CEO of Tethers Unlimited said, “We’d like someday to be able to have a spacecraft create itself entirely from scratch, but realistically that’s quite a ways out.” ”That’s still science fiction.”

 

Another private company called Made In Space has been studying the process of using additive manufacturing techniques. They have successfully printed tools in zero gravity. The next step, space.

 

“3D printing and in-space manufacturing will dramatically change the way we look at space exploration, commercialization, and mission design today.” said Aaron Kemmer, CEO and Co-Founder of MADE IN SPACE. “The possibilities range from building on-demand parts for human missions to building large space habitats that are optimized for space.”

 

Space Industry News:
NASA Testing 3D Printers in Space To Build Spacecraft and Satellites

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Tea, Earl Grey, Hot...

...realizing, upon original transmission, it should have been "Earl Grey," I just went for it. Too many links to correct now. Smiley



NASA has doled out a research grant to develop a prototype 3D printer for food, so astronauts may one day enjoy 3D-printed pizza on Mars.



Anjan Contractor, a senior mechanical engineer at Systems and Materials Research Corporation (SMRC), based in Austin, Texas, received a $125,000 grant from the space agency to build a prototype of his food synthesizer, as was first reported by Quartz.



NASA hopes the technology may one day be used to feed astronauts on longer space missions, such as the roughly 520 days required for a manned flight to Mars. Manned missions to destinations deeper in the solar system would require food that can last an even longer amount of time.


Space.com: NASA Funds 3D Pizza Printer Denise Chow, SPACE.com Staff Writer

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Scanadu Tricorder...

Mashable Credit - Emily Price

If you’ve been longing for the day you can just scan your body at home to find out what’s wrong when you’re sick rather than head to the ER — your day is here.

 

Meet Scout, a device that can monitor and track your vital signs, temperature, ECG, heart rate, oximetry and stress by just holding the it up to your forehead for 10 seconds.

 

As simple as it sounds, to use the device you simply hold it against your forehead and wait. Results are synched from Scout to your smartphone, where you can track your health over time. On a basic level, you can see that your temperature or heart rate is elevated from the norm at any given time. On a larger level, you can also see potential problems headed your way by noticing abnormalities before they become physical issues.

 

Scout was created by Scanadu, a company based at NASA’s Ames Research Center in Mountain View, Calif. The company released a prototype of the device 6 months ago, and since that release has been working on perfecting the experience. Wednesday, it is re-releasing the product in the form of an IndieGoGo campaign, where the first 1000 backers can pick up their own — before they ship to the public — for $149. Additional IndieGoGo backers will be able to buy a Scout for $199.

 

Mashable: Star Trek's Tricorder Becomes Reality with Scanadu's Scout

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Easy Hiking and Biking

...as long as you don't mind the methane. Smiley



Titan has the perfect name: With a diameter of 5150 kilometers, not only is it Saturn's largest moon but it also surpasses Mercury and Pluto. Unfortunately, Titan's atmosphere is thicker than ours and contains orange haze that shrouds its surface (inset). Now, the Cassini spacecraft, orbiting Saturn, has used radar to measure the moon's heights and depths. In the July issue of the journal Icarus, planetary scientists present the first global topographic map of the distant world. Whereas Earth's tallest mountain towers nearly 9 kilometers above sea level, its highest point is just half a kilometer above the mean and its lowest just 1.7 kilometers below, perhaps because Titan's crust isn't strong enough to support tall mountains or because its thick atmosphere unleashes methane rains that erode them away.

 

AAAS Science Shot: Easy Hiking, and Biking on Titan

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Xerox has a bunch of full-color templates for many business communications documents, including Press Releases.

If you have to put something like that together, and you have little experience in composing compelling business visuals, you might want to take a look at these suggestions for the print-at-home crowd, or for creating your own PDF to take to the local Office MAX, Office Depot, Fed-X/Kinkos, etc.

http://www.office.xerox.com/small-business-templates/enus.html

Additionally, If you're looking for a free - four color separation PDF generator that acts like a printer driver in any version of Microsoft's Windows operating system, I highly recommend this one. It has produced perfect PDF files for any use:

http://www.pdfforge.org/pdfcreator

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SAN FRANCISCO (Reuters) - Amazon is once again shaking up traditional publishing models. This time, it's giving fans a chance to add their own personal touches to their favorite fiction - and get paid in the process.

This week, Amazon.com Inc announced "Kindle Worlds," which offers aspiring writers an opportunity to pen their own takes on franchises in books, TV, movies, even games and comics. The world's largest Internet retailer plans to license content, then accept submissions online that may then be sold through its Kindle ebook store.

Things will kick off with Amazon licensing three teen TV series - "Gossip Girl", "Pretty Little Liars" and "The Vampire Diaries" - from Warner Bros Television Group's Alloy Entertainment, Amazon said on its website. More content deals will be announced in coming weeks.

Amazon has in the past decade emerged as the most disruptive force in publishing. It popularized digital books with its Kindle store and e-reader, contributing to the demise of traditional bookstores such as Borders.

In its effort to legitimize fan fiction, the company is establishing a model under which it acts as publisher and pays fan-writers between 20 and 35 percent of sales, depending on length.

"There's probably not an author/fangirl alive who hasn't fantasized about being able to write about her favorite show," budding novelist Trish Milburn enthused on Amazon's website. "The fact that you can earn royalties doing so makes it even better."

(Reporting by Edwin Chan; Editing by Phil Berlowitz)

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