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UFO Evidence From SOHO Satellite
Anonymous Coward writes "EuroSeti is set to reveal during the week of Jan 24-27 National Space Centre in Leicester, UK scientifically sound and verifiable evidence based on observations taken by the SOHO satellite and other satellites that indicate UFOs are present within our solar system. For the past two years, hundreds of extraordinary UFO-like images have been gleaned by a Spanish-based team using two space-based satellites. NASA initially tried to explain the images away as pixel faults, passing meteors or asteroids, etc., but when a European-led consortium presented them with images that clearly were none of the aforementioned, they 'clamped up.'"
A Small Office/Home Office satelite would do something the big commercial, governmental and scientific satelites couldn't! Amazing!
When I think of dirty old men, I think of Kike Thomas and when I think about Kike I get a hard on that won't quit.
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Sixty years ago,I worked in what was once my Grandfather's Greenhouses. Gramps had died a year earlier and Grandma, now in her seventies had been forced to sell to the competition. I got a job with the new owners and mostly worked the range by myself. That summer, they hired a man to help me get the benches ready for the fall planting.
Kike always looked like he was three days from a shave and his whiskers were dirty white under the brim of his battered felt fedora.
He did nott chew tobacco but the corners of his mouth turned down in a way that, at any moment, I expected a trickle of thin, brown juice to creep down his chin. His bushy, brown eyebrows shaded pale, gray eyes.
Old Kike, he extended his hand, lifted his leg like a dog about to mark a bush and let go the loudest fart I ever heard. The old man winked at me. ÒKike Thomas is the name and playing pecker's my game.
I thought he said, "Checkers." I was nineteen, green as grass. I said, "I was never much good at that game."
"Now me," said Kike, "I just love jumping men. .
"I'll bet you do."
". . . and grabbing on to their peckers," said Kike.
"I though we were talking about. .
"You like jumping old men's peckers?"
I shook my head.
"I reckon we'll have to remedy that." Kike lifted his right leg and let go another tremendous fart. "He said, "We best be getting to work."
That summer of1941 was a more innocent time. I learned most of the sex I knew from those little eight pager cartoon booklets of comic-page characters going at it. Young men read them in the privacy of an outside john, played with themselves, by themselves and didn't brag about it. Sometimes, we got off with a trusted friend and helped each other out.
Under the greenhouse glass, the temperature some times climbed over the hundred degree mark. I had worked stripped to the waist since April and was as browwn as a berry. On only his second day on the job and in the middle of August, Kike wore old fashioned overalls. Those and socks in his hightop work shoes was every stitch he wore. When he bent forward, the bib front billowed out and I could see the white curly hairs on his chest and belly.
"Me? I just love to eat pussy!" Kike licked his lips from corner to corner then stuck it out far enough that the tip could touch the tip of his nose. He said, A man's not a man till he knows first hand, the flavor of a lady's pussy."
"People do that?"
He winked. "Of course the taste of a hard cock ain't to be sneezed at neither. Now you answer me, yes or no. Does a man's cock taste salty or not?"
"I never. .
"Well, old Kike's willing to let you find out."
"No way."
"Just teasing," said Kike. "But don't give me no sass or I'll show you my ass." He winked. Might show it to you anyway, if you was to ask."
"Why would I do that?"
"Curiousity, maybe. I'm guessing you never had a good piece of man ass."
"I'm no queer."
"Now don't be getting judgemental. Enjoying what's at hand ain't beiing queer. It's taking pleasure where you find it with anybody willing." Kike slipped a handside the side slit of his overalls and I could tell he was fondling and straightening out his cock. Now I admit I got me a hole that satisfied a few guys."
I swallowed, hard.
Kike winked. "Care to be asshole buddies?"
***
We worked steadily until noon. Kike drew a worn pocket watch from the bib pocket of his loose overalls and croaked, "Bean time. But first its time to reel out our limber hoses and make with the golden arches before lunch."
I followed Kike to the end of the greenhouse where he stopped at the outside wall of the potting shed. He opened his fly, fished inside, and finger-hooked a soft white penis with a pouting foreskin puckered half an inch past the hidden head.
"Yes sir," breathed Kike, "this old peter needs some draining." He exhaled a sigh as a strong, yellow stream splattered against the boards and ran down to soak into the earthen floor.
He caught me looking down at him. He winked. "Like what you're viewing, Boy?"
I looked away.
"You taking a serious interest in old Kike's pecker?"
I shook my head.
"Well you just haul out yourn and let old Kike return the compliment."
Feeling trapped and really having to go, I fumbled at my fly, turned away slightly, withdrew my penis and strained to start.
"Take your time boy. Let it all hang out. Old Kike's the first to admit that he likes looking at another man's pecker." He flicked away the last drop of urine and shook his limp penis vigorously.
I tried not to look interested.
"Yer sir, this old peepee feels so good out, I just might leave it out." He turned to give me a better view.
"What if somebody walks in?"
Kike shrugged. He looked at my strong yellow stream beating against the boards and moved a step closer. "You got a nice one,boy."
I glanccd over at him. His cock was definitely larger and beginning to stick straight out. I nodded toward his crotch. "Don't you think you should put that away?"
"I got me strictly a parlor prick," said Kike. "Barely measures six inches." He grinned. "Of course it's big enough around to make a mouthful." He ran a thumb and forefinger along its length and drawing his foreskin back enough to expose the tip of the pink head. "Yersiree." He grinned, revealing nicotine stained teeth. "I t sure feels good, letting the old boy breathe."
I knew I should button up and move away. I watched his fingers moving up and down the thickening column.
"You like checking out this old man's cock?"
I nodded. In spite of myself, my cock began to swell.
"Maybe we should have ourselves a little pecker pulling party." Kike slid his fingers back and forth on his expandingshaft and winked. "I may be old but I'm not against doing some little pud pulling with a friend."
I shook my head.
"Maybe I Ôll give my balls some air. Would you like a viewing of old Kike's hairy balls?"
I swallowed hard and moistened my dry lips.
He opened another button on his fly and pulled out his scrotum. "Good God, It feels good to set Ôem free. Now let's see yours."
"Why?"
"Just to show you're neighborly," said Kike.
"I don't think so." I buttoned up and moved into the potting shed.
Kike followed, his cock and balls protruding from the front of his overalls. "Overlook my informality." Kike grinned. "As you can see I ain't bashful."
I nodded and took my sandwich from the brown paper bag.
"Yessir," said Kike. "I just might have to have myself an old fashioned peter pulling all by my lonesome. He unhooked a shoulder strap and let his overalls drop around his ankles.
I took a bite of my sandwich but my eyes remained on Kike.
"Yessiree," said Kike, "I got a good one if I do say so myself. Gets nearly as hard as when I was eighteen. You know why?"
I shook my head.
"Cause Kikeep excerising him. When I was younger I was pulling on it three time a day. Still like to do him every day I can."
"Some sayyou'll go blind if you do that too much."
"Bull-loney!" Don't you believe that shit. I been puling my pud for close to fifty years and I didn't start till I was fifteen."
I laughed.
"You laughing at my little peter, boy?"
"Your hat." I pointed to the soiled, brown fedora cocked on his head. That and his overalls draped about his ankles were his only items of apparel. In between was a chest full of gray curly hair, two hairy legs. Smack between them stood an erect, pale white cock with a tip of foreskin still hiding the head.
"I am one hairy S.O.B.," said Kike.
"I laughed at you wearing nothing but a hat."
"Covers up my bald spot," said Kike. "I got more hair on my ass than I got on my head. Want to see?"
"Your head?"
"No, Boy, my hairy ass and around my tight, brown asshole." He turned, reached back with both hands and parted his ass cheeks to reveal the small, puckered opening. "There it is, Boy, the entrance lots of good feelings. Tell me, Boy, how would you like to put it up old Kike's ass?"
"I don't think so."
"That'd be the best damned piece you ever got."
"We shouldn't be talking like this."
"C'mon now, confess, don't this make your cock perk up a little bit?"
"I reckon," I confessed.
"You ever seen an old man's hard cock before," asked Kike.
"My grandpa's when I was twelve or thirteen."
"How'd that come about?"
He was out in the barn and didn't know I was around. He dropped his pants. It was real big he did things to it. He saw me and he turned around real fast but I saw it."
"What did your grandpa do?"
"He said I shouldn't be watching him doing that. He said something like grandma Ôwouldn't give him some,' that morning and that I should get out of there and leave a poor man in peace to do what he had to do."
"Did you want to join him."
"I might have if he'd asked. He didn't."
"I like showing off my cock," said Kike. "A hard-on is somethng I always been proud of. A hard-on proves a man's a man. Makes me feel like a man that can do things." He looked up at me and winked. "You getting a hard-on fromall this talk, son?"
I nodded and looked away.
"Then maybe you should pull it out and show old Kike what you got."
"We shouldn't."
"Hey. A man's not a man till he jacked off with a buddy."
I wanted to but I was as nervous as hell.
Kike grinned and fingered his pecker. "C'mon, Boy, between friends, a little cock showing is perfectly fine. Lets see what you got in the cock and balls department."
In spite of my reluctance, I felt the stirring in my crotch. I had curiositythat needed satisfying. It had been a long, long time since I had walked in on my grandfather
"C'mon let's see it all."
I shook my head.
"You can join the party anytime, said Kike. "Just drop your pants and pump away."
I had the urge. There was a tingling in my crotch. My cock was definitely willing and I had a terrible need to ajust myself down there. But my timidity and the strangeness of it all held me back.
Hope you don't mind if I play out this hand." Kike grinned. "It feels like I got a winner."
I stared at his gnarled hand sliding up and down that pale, white column and I could not look away. I wet my lips and shook my head.
Old Kike's about to spout a geyser." Kike breathed harder as he winked. "Now if I just had a long finger up my ass. You interested, boy?"
I shook my head.
The first, translucent, white glob crested the top of his cock and and arced to the dirt floor. Kike held his cock at the base with thumb and forefinger and tightened noticably with each throb of ejaculation until he was finished.
I could not believe any man could do what he had done in front of another human being.
Kike sighed with pleasure and licked his fingers. "A man ain't a man till he's tasted his own juices."
He squatted, turned on the faucet and picked up the connected hose. He directed the water between his legs and on to his still dripping prick and milked the few remaing drops of white, sticky stuff into the puddle foming at his feet. "Cool water sure feels good on a cock that just shot its wad," said Kike.
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"Cock-tale telling time," said Old Kike. It was the next day and he rubbed the front of his dirty,worn overalls where his bulge made the fly expand as his fingers smoothed the denim around the outline of his expanding cock.
I wasn't sure what he had in mind but I knew it wasn't something my straight-laced Grandma would approve of.
"Don't you like taking your cock out and jacking it?" Kike licked his lips.
I shook my head in denial.
"Sure you do. A young man in his prime has got to be pulling his pud."
I stared at his caloused hand moving over the growing bulge at his crotch.
"Like I said," continued Kike, "I got me barely six inches when he's standing up." He winked at me. "How much you got, son?"
"Almost seven inches. .
"And I'm betting it feels real good with your fist wrapped around it."
"I don't do. .
"Everybody does it." He scratched his balls and said,"I'll show you mine if you show me yours." Then, looking me in the eye, he lifted his leg like a dog at a tree and let out a long, noisy fart.
Denying that I jacked off, I said, "I saw yours yesterday."
"A man has got to take out his pecker every once in a while." He winked and his fingers played with a button on his fly. Care to join me today?"
"I don't think so."
"What's the matter, boy? You ashamed of what's hanging Ôtween your skinny legs?"
"It's not for showing off."
"That would be so with a crowd of strangers but with a friend, in a friendly showdown, where's the harm?
"It shouldn't be shown to other people. My Grandma said that a long time ago when I went to the bathroom against a tree whan I was seven.
"There's nothing like a joint pulling among friends to seal a friendship," said Kike.
I don't think so." I felt very much, ill at ease.
"Then what the fuck is it for," demanded the old man. "A good man shares his cock with his friends. How old are you boy?"
"Nineteen almost twenty."
You ever fucked a woman?"
"No."
"Ever fucked a man?"
"Of course not.
"Son, you ain't never lived till you've fired your load up a man's tight ass. "I didn't know men did that to each other."
"Men shove it up men's asses men all the time. They just don't talk about it like they do pussy."
"You've done that?"
"I admit this old pecker's been up a few manholes. More than a fewhard cocks have shagged this old ass over the years." He shook his head, wistfully, "I still have a hankering for a hard one up the old dirt chute."
"I think that would hurt."
"First time, it usually does," agreed Kike. He took a bite from his sandwich.
I looked at my watch. Ten minutes of our lunch hour had already passed.
"We got time for a quickie," said Kike. "There's no one around to say, stop, if were enjoying ourselves."
He unhooked the slide off the button of one shoulder-strap, pushed the bib of his overalls down to let them fall to his feet.
"Showtime," said Kike. Between his legs, white and hairy, his semi-hard cock emerged from a tangled mass of brown and graypubic hair. The foreskin, still puckered beyond the head of the cock, extended downward forty-five degrees from the horizontal but was definitely on the rise.
I could only stare at the man. Until the day before, I had never seen an older man with an erection besides my grandpa.
Kike moved his fingers along the stalk of his manhood until the head partially emerged, purplish and broad. He removed his hand for a moment and it bobbled obscenely in the subdued light of the potting shed. Kike leaned back against a bin of clay pots like a model on display. "Like I said, boy, it gets the job done."
I found it difficult not to watch. "You shouldn't. .
"C'mon, boy. Show Kike your peckeer. I'm betting it's nice and hard."
I grasped my belt and tugged on the open end. I slipped the waistband button and two more before pushing down my blue jeans and shorts down in one move. My cock bounced and slapped my belly as I straightened."
"That's a beaut." Kike stroked his pale, white cock with the purplish-pink head shining. "I'm betting it'll grow some more if you stroke it."
"We really shouldn't. .
"Now don't tell me you never stroked your hard peter with a buddy."
"I've done that," I finally admitted,. "But he was the same age as me and it was a long time ago." I though back to the last time Chuck and me jerked each other off in the loft of our old barn. Chuck wanted more as a going away present and we had sucked each other's dicks a little bit.
"Jackin's always better when you do it with somebody," said Kike. "Then you can lend each other a helping hand."
"I don't know about that," I said.
Kike's hand continued moving on his old cock as he leaned over to inspect mine. "God Damn! Boy. That cock looks good enough to eat." Kike licked his lips. "You ever had that baby sucked?"
I shook my head as I watched the old man stroke his hard, pale cock.
"Well boy, I'd sayyou're packing a real mouthful for some lucky gal or guy." He grinned. "Well c'mon. Let's see you get down to some serious jacking. Old Kike's way ahead of you."
I wrapped my fist around my stiff cock and moved the foreskin up and over the head on the up stroke. On the down stroke the expanded corona of the angry, purple head stared obscenely at the naked old man.
Kike toyed with his modest six inches. "What do you think of this old man's cock?" His fist rode down to his balls and a cockhead smaller than the barrel stared back at mine.
"I guess I'm thinking this is like doing it with my grandpa."
"You ever wish you could a done this with your grandpa?"
"I thought about it a lot."
"Ever see him with a hard-on."
"I told you about that!"
"Ever think about him doing your grandma?"
"I can't imagine her ever doing anything with a man.
"Take my word for it, sonny, we know she did it or you wouldn't be here." Begrudgingly I nodded in agreement.
"Everybody fucks," said old Kike. "They fuck or they jack off."
"If you say so."
"Say sonny, your cocks getting real juicy with slickum. Want old Kike to lick some of it away?"
"You wouldn't."
Kike licked his lips as he kept his hand pistoning up and down his hard cock. "You might be surprised what old Kike might do if he was in the mood for a taste of what comes out of a hard cock."
And that is what he proceded to do. He sucked me dry.
Then he erupted in half-a-dozen spurts shooting out and onto the dirt floor of the potting shed. He gave his cock a flip and shucked t back into his overalls. He unwrapped a sandwich from its wax paper and procede to eat without washing his hands. He took a bite and chewed. "Nothing like it boy, a good jacking clears the cobwebs from your crotch and gives a man an appetite."
***
The following day, We skipped the peliminaries. We dropped our pants. Kike got down on his knees and sucked me until I was hard and good and wet before he stood and turned.
"C'mon boy, Shove that pretty cock up old Kike's tight, brown hole and massage old Kike's prostate.
Kike bent forward and gripped the edge of the potting bench. The lean, white cheeked buttocks parted slightly and exposed the dark brown, crinkly, puckered star of his asshole "Now you go slow and ease it along until you've got it all the way in," he cautioned. "This old ass craves your young cock but it don't want too much too soon. You've got to let this old hole stretch to accomodate you."
"Are you sure you want to do this?"
"Easy boy, easy," he cautioned. "You feel a lot bigger than you look. Put a little more spit in your cock."
"It's awfully tight. I don't know if it's going to go or not."
""It'll go," said Kike. "There's been bigger boys than you up the old shit chute."
I slipped in the the last few inches.. "It's all in."
"I can tell," said Kike. "Your cock hairs are tickling my ass."
"Are you ready," I asked.
"How are you liking old Kike's hairy asshole so far?"
"It's real tight."
"Tighter than your fist?"
"Might be."
"Ready to throw a fuck into a man that reminds you of your grandpa."
"I reckon."
"I want you should do old Kike one more favor."
"What?"
While you're pumpin my ass, would you reach around and play with my dick like you would your own? Would you do that for an old man?"
I reached around and took hold of his hard cock sticking out straight in front of him. I pilled the skin back amd then pulled it up and over the expaded glans. I felt my own cock expand inside him as I manipulated his staff in my fingers. I imagined that my cock extended through him and I was playing with what came out the other side of him.
"C'mon, boy, ram that big cock up the old shitter and make me know it. God Damn! tickle that old prostate and make old Kike come!"
I came. And I came. Kike's tightened up on my cock and I throbbed Roman Candle bursts into that brown hole as I pressed into him. His hairy, scrawny ass flattened against my crotch and we were joined as tightly as two humans can be.
"A man's not a man till he's cum in another man." said old Kike. "You made it, boy. But still, a man's not a man till he's had a hard cock poked up his ass at least once."
Every time I think of that scene, I get another hard-on. Then I remember the next day when old Kike returned the favor.
I never have managed to come that hard again. If only Kike were here.
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And when they come to Earth and systematically wipe us out one city at a time, one brave computer geek will upload a virus to thier mothership, and take the whole alien fleet out! They'll make movies out of this!
Oh wait, they already did...
RaGe
We're all just noise on the wires..
Sure, I know they are claiming that the so-called 'Slashdot Effect' has rendered it invisible, but do we have any independent witnesses? Any physical proof? No...
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Are you an SF Fan? Are you a Tru-Fan?
Colonel: "They've seen us! Prepare ship for Light Speed."
Dark Helmet: "No, no, no, Light Speed is too slow."
Colonel: "Light Speed too slow?"
Dark Helmet: "Yes. We're going to have to go right to...Ludicrous Speed!"
Slashdotter are stupid and biased.
To: Ms. Dana Sculley,
I told you so.
Regards,
Fox
Trolling is a art,
Umm... Wouldn't the profile of a flying saucer, viewed from a satellite be, um, circular?
Apple might go really bankrupt sometime and then we have no weapons left to use against them.
If humans had these ships they'd at least have have fins or something by the next season.
mabye the aliens can give me a job...
"player 4 hit player 1 with 0 stroms"
Looks like they've taken damage and are leaking pixie dust.
Oh no! Tinkerbell's going down!
Heh, just a memory of MST3K and the cheesy effects of some movie... How can you not laugh your ass off after seeing that 'actual picture'. They should have stuck with weird blurry blobs they could blame on poor atmosphere/camera focus, this is so ridiculous.
Why is this not 'it's funny, laugh'?
XML is like violence. If it doesn't solve the problem, use more.
Can see this adding to their conspiracy theories:
"The US Govt hit us with a massive denial of service attack after we broke this story, which means they are trying to hide something".
StarTux
Has it been slashdotted or...
It's a Government cover-up!!! THEY don't want us to see the evidence so they enlisted Slashdot to nuke their server.
The truth is out there!
(FemaleStateLegislatorsPercapita2001*CostOfLivingG roceryItems2000*(AIDSTotalPercapitaThru2001/4+Suic idesPercapita1990+10*MurderPercapita2001)*(America n_Indian_Eskimo_or_AleutPercapita1990+Scotch_Irish Percapita1990)/BlacksPercapita1990)
Seastead this.
Now I have to filter out Timothy too. I'm down to like 2 "editors" left.
Verbing weirds language.
-- Calvin
I write in my journal
I'm thinking of submitting one of these stories:
Yeah, I see what they're talking about now. That photo looks exactly like an early eighties video game UFO! No wonder they're convinced this is real! :)
New slashdot headlines:
Britany Spears impregnated by CowboyNeal.
CmdrTaco blood is made of taco sauce.
Timothy's brain is removed and no one noticed.
Oh well thats why I keep reading slashdot you never know what is next.
A "UFO" is just an unidentified flying object.
Yeah; I just saw a UFO out of my window here. It landed in a nearby tree. It was probably either a sparrow or a downy woodpecker, both of which are fairly common in this neighborhood. But it's getting dark, and the critter was too far away to identify clearly.
So it was definitely a UFO.
Those who do study history are doomed to stand helplessly by while everyone else repeats it.
A little cliche twist...
On Klacknar, job finds you!
I like big butts and I cannot lie.
So has anyone taken credit yet for hacking into these SOHO Satellites image databases and inserting these pics???
For compatibiity with the alien systems. There may very well be other aliens (using Windoze), but they can't get out of their own galaxy without rebooting or encountering BSOD. The resources these aliens could have used to improve and stabilize their systems were foolishly squandered on DRM.
There's telepathic communication which is quite feasible as well. You think of something and I try to guess it. BTW, I've just read your mind. Guess what? You're clueless.
Because evidence that appears on its face to be strong yet comes from a completely incredible (i.e., not credible) source can usually dismissed without further examination. It's a time-saver.
This is a techniques which the shadow government use to keep there work secret.
They mix facts with fiction and release it trough a not credible source.
The most used source is Hollywood.
You can find clues about real projects in films/series like.
X-files
7 days
Stargate.
MIB
Dear Sir,
/. revolutionary activities at once and report to your Control.
Thanks to recent advances in technology mind control lasers have never before been as safe and as effective as they are today. Insights from confidential sources have allowed us to make past limitations in our systems obsolete. Now mind control lasering technology relies on non-material interference bands and goes directly into each subject regardless of most terrestrial technologies jamming efforts.
Please cease your
Thank you,
They
don't blame me...*I* voted for Kodos!
Well, they can receive Fox affilite stations on Omicron Persei 8, which is 1000 light years from here!
Lrrr: "I don't get it. Why does the largest friend not simply eat the other five?"
I suffer from attention surplus disorder.
timothy shouldn't be allowed to post stories anymore.
He's been watching too much TV lately.
Now, what a coincidence: the picture shown on that guy's computer (the movies are slashdotted anyway...) resemble... wow, a flying saucer! The same shapes that have been used in all the hoaxes from the last fourty years! Now I'm convinced.
Hello! I'm a disaster waiting to happen!
Assuming that the aliens designed their computers the same way we do, there is still virtually no chance of a virus we made even running on their computers.
;)
1)Completely different CPU instruction sets
2)They probably have some form of network security.
3)Even us stupid human sysops know that you don't just run any old program that you get off the network. You verify that the person who gave you the program is trustworthy, then you verify that the program itself doesn't do anything bad by running it on a standalone system.
4)The only way to get their computers to run our code would be to root their OS.
5)Of course, we wouldn't know anything about their OS. And since they're aliens, they probably use EBCDIC instead of ASCII
They manage to find UFO's but they can't manage to find WMD in Iraq....
Well, I don't have a PhD in this subject or anything, so you may be correct.
As I understand it, however, data can 'travel faster' than photons.
For instance, assume that we both have direct fiber optic connections from our personal computers to the slashdot servers. So, all information is traveling between us at the speed of light.
Data theory and logic suggest that in order for us to be communicating at all, via 'the internet', we have to both have a web-browser that can transmit HTML, a network protocol stack, a computer screen and keyboard on which to view this information, and so forth. Further, we could also deduce that the other person is a carbon based life form, which possesses DNA, and has grown up in a social environment, such that it learns 'English'. At the very minimum, this can be encoded as a couple of megabytes of information, if not a gigabyte. All of which was transmitted to me the very second that I looked at your message.
Now, one response to this may be that all of this information/data is transmitted in parallel, and it hasn't traveled faster than the speed of light.
On the other hand, there is an argument that information can flow faster than photons.
Let me put it this way: If you encode information on the photon itself, then the data is confined to the physics of the photon. If you encode the information on the wave-equation of the photon, then one can determine and transmit information about states which exceed the speed of light.
The real meat of this post, then, goes back to the previously mentioned scenario. Imagine that we are connected via fiber optics from our personal computers to slashdot. Also, assume that our fiber optics actually transmit information at the speed of light without latency. Now then, assume that we set up our computers to recieve 'push' information from Slashdot's servers, and we both stand in front of our monitors. Also, assume that we are 180 degrees from each other. For the purpose of this argument, assume that there is no latency in regards to processing of the packets, and so forth.
You ------ Slashdot ------ Me
Here is the thought experiment: Slashdot sends an update to both you and me, at the speed of light, via fiber optics. It does this by sending a network packet out it's network card, which is then split into two identical packets by a splitter (one of those mirrors which seperates polalized light, or some similar contraption). The two packets travel to you and me at exactly the same speed, and arrive at the same time.
Now then, I claim that it is true that the network packet travels from Slashdot to Me at no greater velocity than the speed of light (c). I also claim that the network packet travels from Slashdot to You at no greater velocity than the speed of light (c). However, I also claim that there is information transmitted between you and me, at that moment in time, regarding the status of the other packet. This information is transmitted via the wave-equation, not the photon. It's transmitted via the context and the nature of the observation, not with the obersvation itself. In this case, I think that the information passed between You and Me, regarding this network update, has traveled at twice the speed of light (2c), due to quantum parity of the network packets.
If this is not the case, and data is confined by the speed of light, then the thought example must be modified. Perhaps a 1/2 multiplier is needed somewhere within the thought example.
Anyhow, I don't know all the answers, and I'm not claiming what I've said is absolute. I do know, however, that there are definately other scientists on our planet who believe that information can be encoded on the wave-equation, and not just on the photon. In that instance, as I understand it, data can be transmitted faster than the speed of light.
Anyhow, I gathered that from reading and studying articles by Heisenberg, Schroedinger, Fermi, Einstein, Chamberlain, Turring, and Knuth. But I'm not on par with them. I hope that it is obvious that this thought experiment is relevent to UFOs and the topic at hand.
Anyhow, I could be wrong.
"...a Spanish-based team using two space-based satellites."
This apparently yielded much better results than the Polish-based team who used two ground-based satellites.
These images are just being beamed from Fidel Castro's one man escape sub through Hitler's frozen brain to fool the freemasons into thinking that the men in black and the omega council are not consorting with the illuminati... OR HAVE THEY GOTTEN TO YOU TOO?!?!?!
As the alien spaceship leaves its homeworld, it begins letting out a piece of string. It continues to let out string as it travels, stopping by the occasional asteroid to pick up more raw materials for string. When it reaches its destination, they use the string to communicate with the homeworld. No, dummy, not by talking into a tin can! That would require sound waves, which would be limited to the speed of sound. They tug on the string in Morse Code. Of course, they wouldn't call it Morse, 'cause the person on their homeworld who invented it would be named something like "Boeulrak". So they tug on the string in Boeulrak Code. Instant intergalactic communication! All brought to you by the miracles of a ball of string! (Would this hypothesis of communication be called "String Theory"?)
Darned tropical millipede! What's it doing in our apartment?
Three words: you cannot count.
And you think that gives you some kind of authority? Please, this is Slashdot. We're all a bunch of self-proclaimed coders here.
They are always pulling that kind of rationalization or disinformation.
Once, when I showed them a picture I had of an alien on the moon, they tried to explain it away as being Buzz Aldrin. When I kept confronting them, they clamped up.
This space available.
a large, flaming head takes a bite out of the sun!
I hold it, that a little rebellion, now and then, is a good thing. -- Thomas Jefferson
...Because its true.
Timothy, it's true what everyone says about you. You're a retard. And you prove it regularly. Wherever Rob and Jeff originally found you, ask them to take you back there and drop you off.
Bowie J. Poag
"Just remember guys, a few things we know about these aliens so far: They're VERY susceptible to dying from earth based bacteria (War of the Worlds), their computers can be interfaced via Macintosh computers.. although I'm afraid we'll need to use OS9 or Classic mode to do that since they aren't advanced enough to use a BSD kernel yet (Independence Day), and water is deadly to them! (Signs) Remember this when they start invading guys."
:-)
You forgot one: Country music causes their heads to explode. (Mars attacks) Maybe you left it out because Country music has the same effect on a lot of us too...
The race isn't always to the swift... but that's the way to bet!
we do not analise the wire to get information, we analize the electrtic current patters of on-off-on-off.
Um, I don't analize shit. er, well, I guess I do.
Like what I said? You might like my music
Ah, but how many of us get paid?
"Verbing weirds language." -- Calvin
You ask the computer for a cup of tea, and it spends all its time thinking why an ape descendant should want dried leaves in boiling water with juice squirted from a cow...
"Information wants to be paid"
From realufos.com:
I asked the world famous psychic Sollog about this video.
He says it is REAL!
Well, I'm convinced!
Seriously; this happens over New York. Is this the only footage of this UFO? At any time, there's so many camera crews in atcion in Manhattan (ref. the WTC plane crash first footage) that someone had to get this on tape in addition to the ones in the helicopter.
I believe in extraterrestial life, but I also beleive that if you can travel 10 + light years, you don't smash into a planet like a Mars probe (ref. the Roswell incident.) or expose yourself like this.
"I'm sorry, but your spaceship is operating outside of your home galaxy. Please contact sales for a service upgrade."
-Hope