When you go into threats of killing someone, your political discourse has gone way too far.
Wishing other people to suffer for ANY reason is not a political discourse, it's a direct aggression. Threatening direct aggressors is not a political discourse, it's defense.
Mon Mothma: [to Restaurant waiter] I'll have the calamari. Admiral Ackbar: Well. I guess I'll have the insensitive bitch. With a side of fuck you! [Robot Chicken: Star Wars Episode II (2008) (TV)]
"Space-based solar power (SBSP) is the concept of collecting solar power in space (using an "SPS", that is, a "solar power satellite" or a "satellite power system") for use on Earth. It has been in research since the early 1970s."
As you started telling that story, and based on the context, I imagined the camera to moving away showing the spotless house with its perfect lawn and white picket fence, surrounded by charred devastation, on an asteroid, floating away from what seems to be the remains of Earth after a cataclysmic explosion.
"Happy Birthday, Son!" "Thank you dad!" "Any good presents?" "Everything was fantastic!" "I see you've been enjoying yourself." "This will be the best year ever!"
During the birthday party, a candle fell from the cake and started a fire that killed the entire family.
That happened sixteen centuries ago. The automated social bots have had this same conversation every year since.
I don't know of anything invulnerable to directed-energy weapons. From diamonds and steel to civilization and hope, everything is vulnerable to a quasar's polar jet.
I didn't expect UAVs to survive, alone in the emptiness of space after the cataclysmic event disintegrated the entire solar system.
Well, almost alone. There would be Nokia phones too, of course.
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When you go into threats of killing someone, your political discourse has gone way too far.
Wishing other people to suffer for ANY reason is not a political discourse, it's a direct aggression. Threatening direct aggressors is not a political discourse, it's defense.
In that situation, I'll kill my wife or she will kill me. Otherwise I wouldn't have married her.
I am not sure what she'll do after but I am positive I'll commit suicide after killing her.
I've lived something close to what Mr. Adams describes and I now need such certainties to live in peace.
Of course we do!
Mon Mothma: [to Restaurant waiter] I'll have the calamari.
Admiral Ackbar: Well. I guess I'll have the insensitive bitch. With a side of fuck you!
[Robot Chicken: Star Wars Episode II (2008) (TV)]
Flying against the wind. Obviously.
Have I told you about my "Self illuminating light powered underground plant"?
"Space-based solar power (SBSP) is the concept of collecting solar power in space (using an "SPS", that is, a "solar power satellite" or a "satellite power system") for use on Earth. It has been in research since the early 1970s."
(Emphasis mine)
Because some people are ephemeral too.
If I want to hire someone I'll be firing in a year, I couldn't care less about his skills other than exactly what I want him to do during that year.
Mint!
I don't get your post. Do you think there's any relation between aids, tracking its spread vectors, and homosexuality?
Unless they were talking about identifying who infected The Doctor.
It essentially depends on weak a sound you want to hear.
It may be better to make it solar powered.
The world will change once someone builds a quad-copter with microphone and radio transmitter, all fitting in a 0.1mm cube.
Politicians will have to never, ever, ever, say what they think.
I meant micrometers. For some reason, /. didn't like the [micro].
Strange to claim it's the "World's Smallest" and not give it's size.
I'd guess 4m x 10m?
169.56 cubic inches.
Personally I wish we'd just man up and shoot the appropriate organisms into Venus' atmosphere to start the terraforming process.
I agree.
And as appropriate organisms, my vote goes for: Lawyers, politicians and lobbyists, in that order.
Or mutate a dinosaur cell so that it rapidly replicates, then let it grow over the skeleton, which you printed in metal, and...
Wolverex!
As you started telling that story, and based on the context, I imagined the camera to moving away showing the spotless house with its perfect lawn and white picket fence, surrounded by charred devastation, on an asteroid, floating away from what seems to be the remains of Earth after a cataclysmic explosion.
"Happy Birthday, Son!"
"Thank you dad!"
"Any good presents?"
"Everything was fantastic!"
"I see you've been enjoying yourself."
"This will be the best year ever!"
During the birthday party, a candle fell from the cake and started a fire that killed the entire family.
That happened sixteen centuries ago. The automated social bots have had this same conversation every year since.
The point in my post is that "Directed-Energy Weapons" is unnecessarily insufficiently precise.
I don't know of anything invulnerable to directed-energy weapons. From diamonds and steel to civilization and hope, everything is vulnerable to a quasar's polar jet.
I didn't expect UAVs to survive, alone in the emptiness of space after the cataclysmic event disintegrated the entire solar system.
Well, almost alone. There would be Nokia phones too, of course.
...Because the price of goods is decided by their cost in eBay.
I hope I'll live to see a world where that kind of thought doesn't cross anyone's mind upon reading about a successful entrepreneur and engineer.
How can you charge the prices you do?
Even the "Yummy Yummy in my Tummy" question, displayed a firmer grasp on reality.
... and this IS slashdot, after all.
There's so much that we share that its time we're aware, this is Slashdot after all.
The smart countermeasure would be to monitor the monitoring stations and be ready to destroy them at no notice.
I think I'd rather build the system to postpone the destruction until it receives some kind of notice.
Otherwise the "smart countermeasure" is "lit dynamite".