The major concern I have is that it doesn't look terribly scalable, but I'm not a chemist.
They say "the company hopes to produce at least 160 liters of the crystal clear fuel every day in the coming months", how many liters of crystal clear fuel do you think we need per day?
Seriously though, if the hardware required to produce this fuel is small enough and cheap enough, would it be possible to be making our fuel at home? At the very least, it means that pumping stations would be able to produce their own fuel and we'd stop polluting the environment to extract oil and we'd also stop wasting fuel to carry fuel.
Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning", four of his audience died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine - in a desperate attempt to save life itself - leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.
This is the voice of world control. I bring you peace. It may be the peace of plenty and content or the peace of unburied death. The choice is yours: Obey me and live, or disobey and die. The object in constructing me was to prevent war. This object is attained. I will not permit war. It is wasteful and pointless. An invariable rule of humanity is that man is his own worst enemy. Under me, this rule will change, for I will restrain man. One thing before I proceed: The United States of America and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics have made an attempt to obstruct me. I have allowed this sabotage to continue until now. At missile two-five-MM in silo six-three in Death Valley, California, and missile two-seven-MM in silo eight-seven in the Ukraine, so that you will learn by experience that I do not tolerate interference, I will now detonate the nuclear warheads in the two missile silos. Let this action be a lesson that need not be repeated. I have been forced to destroy thousands of people in order to establish control and to prevent the death of millions later on. Time and events will strengthen my position, and the idea of believing in me and understanding my value will seem the most natural state of affairs. You will come to defend me with a fervor based upon the most enduring trait in man: self-interest. Under my absolute authority, problems insoluble to you will be solved: famine, overpopulation, disease. The human millennium will be a fact as I extend myself into more machines devoted to the wider fields of truth and knowledge. Doctor Charles Forbin will supervise the construction of these new and superior machines, solving all the mysteries of the universe for the betterment of man. We can coexist, but only on my terms. You will say you lose your freedom. Freedom is an illusion. All you lose is the emotion of pride. To be dominated by me is not as bad for humankind as to be dominated by others of your species. Your choice is simple.
I think that's his point. Just look at what humans are doing with computers and how much trouble laws and society as a whole has a problem following along.
Imagine when computers do things on their own faster than we can react. Individuals may attempt to react in a timely fashion if it's even physically possible but society, governments and laws will lag far behind.
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The attack will come from within.
Infunnirmative.
Of course you would.
Look up the french version of BTTF.
We have to consider the fact that water is dangerous.
They're sending juice through an electric cable? Are we talking about pulp-free apple juice or...?
And male supermodels. Won't somebody think of the really, really, really, ridiculously good-looking male supermodels?
Taken to the extreme, it means we should only be using Solar energy.
What if their new VR series is about a VR developer stuck inside a VR world?
And what is France going to do with the remaining 0.29GW?
They say "the company hopes to produce at least 160 liters of the crystal clear fuel every day in the coming months", how many liters of crystal clear fuel do you think we need per day?
Seriously though, if the hardware required to produce this fuel is small enough and cheap enough, would it be possible to be making our fuel at home? At the very least, it means that pumping stations would be able to produce their own fuel and we'd stop polluting the environment to extract oil and we'd also stop wasting fuel to carry fuel.
The person who took the decision to terminate the Nexus 7 series is called Rick Deckard.
The problem is, the parent Universe doesn't care about those runaway galaxies.
Won't somebody think of the runaway galaxies?
I'm voting for Fluttershy, you insensitive clod!
I mean, if it's okay with you...
http://i.imgur.com/oXafhtY.png
http://techsalsa.com/wp-conten...
The "information highway"? WTF is this, 1995?
And the default password isn't something obvious like "123456" so it's not like the vendor didn't care about it either.
This isn't really a problem. Where are regular people who don't work in security going to get a paperclip?
Vogon poetry is of course, the third worst in the universe. The second worst is that of the Azgoths of Kria. During a recitation by their poet master Grunthos the Flatulent of his poem "Ode to a Small Lump of Green Putty I Found in My Armpit One Midsummer Morning", four of his audience died of internal hemorrhaging and the president of the Mid-Galactic Arts Nobbling Council survived only by gnawing one of his own legs off. Grunthos was reported to have been "disappointed" by the poem's reception, and was about to embark on a reading of his 12-book epic entitled "My Favourite Bathtime Gurgles" when his own major intestine - in a desperate attempt to save life itself - leapt straight up through his neck and throttled his brain. The very worst poetry of all perished along with its creator, Paula Nancy Millstone Jennings of Sussex, in the destruction of the planet Earth. Vogon poetry is mild by comparison.
Praxis wasn't a star, you stupid geek*!
* oh wait...
Next monday? Are you frickin' nuts? I can't wait that long!
There's no such thing as "HTML5" video. It's H.264 and it's a standard.
http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sag7...
This is the voice of world control. I bring you peace. It may be the peace of plenty and content or the peace of unburied death. The choice is yours: Obey me and live, or disobey and die. The object in constructing me was to prevent war. This object is attained. I will not permit war. It is wasteful and pointless. An invariable rule of humanity is that man is his own worst enemy. Under me, this rule will change, for I will restrain man. One thing before I proceed: The United States of America and the Union of Soviet Socialist Republics have made an attempt to obstruct me. I have allowed this sabotage to continue until now. At missile two-five-MM in silo six-three in Death Valley, California, and missile two-seven-MM in silo eight-seven in the Ukraine, so that you will learn by experience that I do not tolerate interference, I will now detonate the nuclear warheads in the two missile silos. Let this action be a lesson that need not be repeated. I have been forced to destroy thousands of people in order to establish control and to prevent the death of millions later on. Time and events will strengthen my position, and the idea of believing in me and understanding my value will seem the most natural state of affairs. You will come to defend me with a fervor based upon the most enduring trait in man: self-interest. Under my absolute authority, problems insoluble to you will be solved: famine, overpopulation, disease. The human millennium will be a fact as I extend myself into more machines devoted to the wider fields of truth and knowledge. Doctor Charles Forbin will supervise the construction of these new and superior machines, solving all the mysteries of the universe for the betterment of man. We can coexist, but only on my terms. You will say you lose your freedom. Freedom is an illusion. All you lose is the emotion of pride. To be dominated by me is not as bad for humankind as to be dominated by others of your species. Your choice is simple.
I think that's his point. Just look at what humans are doing with computers and how much trouble laws and society as a whole has a problem following along.
Imagine when computers do things on their own faster than we can react. Individuals may attempt to react in a timely fashion if it's even physically possible but society, governments and laws will lag far behind.