Posted by
CowboyNeal
on from the jumping-the-gun dept.
giampy writes "New Scientist reports the creation of a 'smart bullet' that can be fired at a target and then transmit back informations via wireless connection. The range is 70m. The project is funded by Lockeed Martin and its official goal is the detection of hidden TNT."
"King also warns that firing a projectile at a potential explosive goes against bomb disposal guidelines."
Ya think? I know one way bomb squads dispose of potential bombs is to simply blow them up, but to fire a bullet (even if just at paintball speeds) at a potential explosive, just to try to find out if it's an explosive? Seems pretty silly.
And what does a smart bullet say...
by
Vellmont
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· Score: 3, Funny
After it hits someone? "He's dead, Jim" of course. Sorry, it had to be said.
-- AccountKiller
Receiving transmission...
by
Gilmoure
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· Score: 4, Funny
Wind! Lots of wind!... Something's coming towards me. I wonder if it'll be my friend?... Ack! I've crashed into something! Oooooh! It's really icky in here. There's all sorts of red stuff going past me. I think I'm tumbling, too. Urp! I think I'm going to be sick.... Some kind of hard, white tree or something just shattered on my face.... Well, it looks like the ride has stopped.... Hello? Hello? Anyone out there?... Isn't anyone going to come and get me? It's really noisy here. Sounds like someone's screaming or something. And it really stinks here too. Looks like someone's mixed a septic tank and cow in a wood chipper. What a mess. Who the hell would do this? This sucks! Game over, man, game over!
Lets not make too many jokes about shooting bullets at explosives. This is only the official goal. I'm sure Ashcroft and his gang have prefectly good reasons for wanting to go around shooting bullets randomly, and hoping to hit TNT. Americans must learn to give up our rights and safety and sanity in the fight against terrorism.
-- I'm an American. I love this country and the freedoms that we used to have.
I'm sure it's been said.
by
mcrbids
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· Score: 2, Funny
"Dammit, I'm too old for this shit", said the stern, muscular, middle-aged Marine commander, surveying with binoculars.
Dozens of miltary agents and officers stand in front of cars parked in the street. Lights are flashing, numerous troops stand around, guns drawn, facing a building.
Across the street, a badly shaven, greasy-looking middle-eastern (sterotype = terrorist, a la "True Lies") holding an automatic rifle in one hand, defenseless female in another screams threats from the large white house.
"Call in the sniper-detector" said the large, square-jawed Marine commander.
Up comes a small, wiry man in camoflauge, donning thick eye-distorting glasses. There's a weird electro-mechanical contraption vaguely resembling a satellite dish fixed to his military helmet.
"Sniper-detector Melvin reporting for duty, sir!" says the wiry gent.
"I need you to tell me if there are any explosives in that there building!" screams the military commander.
"Aye sir!" screams back the nerdly sniper-detector in a fearful tone.
Melvin promptly enters and briefly emerges from an unmarked, large, black moving truck parked nearby, holding a long, powerful-looking sniper rifle, on which is an enormous-looking scope.
"Here, I need you to shoot this into the building when I tell you to!", says Melvin to a nearby, muscular ground trooper. "Make sure not to hit anybody!" he adds with intent and feeling.
Melvin then disappears into the back of the large, black truck.
"OK!" comes the muffled scream from Melvin in the back of the truck.
With a barely perceptible nod, the trooper takes the gun, and with careful, confident smoothness, the trooper points the rifle at the building, and carefully takes aim at the building and carefully fires a single shot.
KABOOM!
Boards and shrapnel fly in all directions, the blast blowing back everybody standing against the ground. Windshields and car windows are shattered, a hubcap noisily rolls by, eventually coming to rest against a heavily damaged 2x4.
Officers and agents get up, dusting themselves off, one officer screaming in pain off in the distance. As officers and infantryman check each other to assess the damage, the back door of the truck flies open.
"Good news, sir!" says Melvin, suddenly pausing as he surveys the damage all around.
"What's that, dammit!" screams the commander.
"Well, sir, I was going to say that there was no sign of nuclear weapons, just some plastic explosives..."
-- I have no problem with your religion until you decide it's reason to deprive others of the truth.
Slashdot Mirror
Because we can't tell if our bullets have hit TNT without some sort of tracking system.
The big explosion only tells us that there may have been TNT in the path of the bullet.
I gotta get that Lesko book and figure out how to get my fair share of government pork.
I'm glad I don't have the job of testing that...
shooting at TNT seems a little risky.
Be you Admins? nay, we are but lusers!
Oooh. I think therefore I am... *CRUNCH*!
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Shoot first, get answers later.
Won't somebody please think of the Karma!
We've got warchalking, wardriving, so this would be ... er, warwar?
"King also warns that firing a projectile at a potential explosive goes against bomb disposal guidelines."
Ya think? I know one way bomb squads dispose of potential bombs is to simply blow them up, but to fire a bullet (even if just at paintball speeds) at a potential explosive, just to try to find out if it's an explosive? Seems pretty silly.
Bullet: "Splat!"
That's going to be a lot of bullets to track.
I wasn't shooting at the bank teller, the bullet was trying to find TNT
If result of Step 1 is: No detonation then most likely, there's no TNT.
Of little on topic relavence: Have you seen what a blended metal bullet does to a potroast?
"Draco dormiens nunquam titillandus."
... all our missiles are guaranteed to hit the ground if they fail to reach the target...
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FATAL ERROR: damn its not TNT its a hydro...**KAAABOOOM**
Striving to be common...
After it hits someone? "He's dead, Jim" of course.
Sorry, it had to be said.
AccountKiller
Wind! Lots of wind! ... ... ... ... ... ...
Something's coming towards me. I wonder if it'll be my friend?
Ack! I've crashed into something! Oooooh! It's really icky in here. There's all sorts of red stuff going past me. I think I'm tumbling, too. Urp! I think I'm going to be sick.
Some kind of hard, white tree or something just shattered on my face.
Well, it looks like the ride has stopped.
Hello? Hello? Anyone out there?
Isn't anyone going to come and get me? It's really noisy here. Sounds like someone's screaming or something. And it really stinks here too. Looks like someone's mixed a septic tank and cow in a wood chipper. What a mess. Who the hell would do this? This sucks! Game over, man, game over!
I drank what? -- Socrates
Lets not make too many jokes about shooting bullets at explosives. This is only the official goal . I'm sure Ashcroft and his gang have prefectly good reasons for wanting to go around shooting bullets randomly, and hoping to hit TNT. Americans must learn to give up our rights and safety and sanity in the fight against terrorism.
I'm an American. I love this country and the freedoms that we used to have.
"Dammit, I'm too old for this shit", said the stern, muscular, middle-aged Marine commander, surveying with binoculars.
Dozens of miltary agents and officers stand in front of cars parked in the street. Lights are flashing, numerous troops stand around, guns drawn, facing a building.
Across the street, a badly shaven, greasy-looking middle-eastern (sterotype = terrorist, a la "True Lies") holding an automatic rifle in one hand, defenseless female in another screams threats from the large white house.
"Call in the sniper-detector" said the large, square-jawed Marine commander.
Up comes a small, wiry man in camoflauge, donning thick eye-distorting glasses. There's a weird electro-mechanical contraption vaguely resembling a satellite dish fixed to his military helmet.
"Sniper-detector Melvin reporting for duty, sir!" says the wiry gent.
"I need you to tell me if there are any explosives in that there building!" screams the military commander.
"Aye sir!" screams back the nerdly sniper-detector in a fearful tone.
Melvin promptly enters and briefly emerges from an unmarked, large, black moving truck parked nearby, holding a long, powerful-looking sniper rifle, on which is an enormous-looking scope.
"Here, I need you to shoot this into the building when I tell you to!", says Melvin to a nearby, muscular ground trooper. "Make sure not to hit anybody!" he adds with intent and feeling.
Melvin then disappears into the back of the large, black truck.
"OK!" comes the muffled scream from Melvin in the back of the truck.
With a barely perceptible nod, the trooper takes the gun, and with careful, confident smoothness, the trooper points the rifle at the building, and carefully takes aim at the building and carefully fires a single shot.
KABOOM!
Boards and shrapnel fly in all directions, the blast blowing back everybody standing against the ground. Windshields and car windows are shattered, a hubcap noisily rolls by, eventually coming to rest against a heavily damaged 2x4.
Officers and agents get up, dusting themselves off, one officer screaming in pain off in the distance. As officers and infantryman check each other to assess the damage, the back door of the truck flies open.
"Good news, sir!" says Melvin, suddenly pausing as he surveys the damage all around.
"What's that, dammit!" screams the commander.
"Well, sir, I was going to say that there was no sign of nuclear weapons, just some plastic explosives..."
I have no problem with your religion until you decide it's reason to deprive others of the truth.