The Dead Collector: Bring out yer dead. [a man puts the body of Duke Nukem on the cart] Large Man with Dead Body: Here's one. The Dead Collector: That'll be ninepence. Duke Nukem: I'm not dead. The Dead Collector: What? Large Man with Dead Body: Nothing. There's your ninepence. Duke Nukem: I'm not dead. The Dead Collector: 'Ere, he says he's not dead. Large Man with Dead Body: Yes he is. Duke Nukem: I'm not. The Dead Collector: He isn't. Large Man with Dead Body: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill. Duke Nukem: I'm getting better. Large Man with Dead Body: No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment. The Dead Collector: Well, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations. Duke Nukem: I don't want to go on the cart. Large Man with Dead Body: Oh, don't be such a baby. The Dead Collector: I can't take him. Duke Nukem: I feel fine. Large Man with Dead Body: Oh, do me a favor. The Dead Collector: I can't. Large Man with Dead Body: Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won't be long. The Dead Collector: I promised I'd be at the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today. Large Man with Dead Body: Well, when's your next round? The Dead Collector: Thursday. Duke Nukem: Damn. This conversation is pissing me off! [Duke pulls out a big gun and blows everyone in sight away.] Duke Nukem: I feel happy!
... Has anyone considered the meteorological effects of removing all that energy from the atmosphere?...
There are two reasons this shouldn't ever be a problem:
A) The issue which motivates us to move to clean energy sources is a buildup of excess thermal energy in the atmosphere. We're trying to reduce the energy in the atmosphere, just to get things back to normal.
B) Any energy we pull out of the atmosphere, either in the form of sunlight or wind will eventually end up back in the atmosphere anyway. Example: a solar cell collects energy, converts it to electricity, which is transmitted along high tension wires to New York, where it is converted back into heat by Mrs. Murphey's toaster, which is then vented back into the atmosphere by her air-conditioner.
We should set up a charity, so that those 18% of people can switch their HDTV's with people like me who have crappy old SD TV's, but would be able to tell the difference!
The test the article discusses seems rather arbitrary -- letters streaming across a screen, and you decide when to press a button. Perhaps what they detected was the buildup of boredom?
Analyzing complex inputs and reasoning to a decision is a far more complex thing. In any case, I'm not convinced that all my decisions are predetermined by fate or particle physics.
It will never be the multi-billionaires who are plugged in. They have the streetsmarts and the power to prevent it happening to them. Rather, implants and gps trackers and RFID tags and the various other perils of the future are to keep the little people in line.
Had Orwell known about implants, they would have been featured heavily in 1984.
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The Dead Collector: Bring out yer dead.
[a man puts the body of Duke Nukem on the cart]
Large Man with Dead Body: Here's one.
The Dead Collector: That'll be ninepence.
Duke Nukem: I'm not dead.
The Dead Collector: What?
Large Man with Dead Body: Nothing. There's your ninepence.
Duke Nukem: I'm not dead.
The Dead Collector: 'Ere, he says he's not dead.
Large Man with Dead Body: Yes he is.
Duke Nukem: I'm not.
The Dead Collector: He isn't.
Large Man with Dead Body: Well, he will be soon, he's very ill.
Duke Nukem: I'm getting better.
Large Man with Dead Body: No you're not, you'll be stone dead in a moment.
The Dead Collector: Well, I can't take him like that. It's against regulations.
Duke Nukem: I don't want to go on the cart.
Large Man with Dead Body: Oh, don't be such a baby.
The Dead Collector: I can't take him.
Duke Nukem: I feel fine.
Large Man with Dead Body: Oh, do me a favor.
The Dead Collector: I can't.
Large Man with Dead Body: Well, can you hang around for a couple of minutes? He won't be long.
The Dead Collector: I promised I'd be at the Robinsons'. They've lost nine today.
Large Man with Dead Body: Well, when's your next round?
The Dead Collector: Thursday.
Duke Nukem: Damn. This conversation is pissing me off!
[Duke pulls out a big gun and blows everyone in sight away.]
Duke Nukem: I feel happy!
I don't know, but he's not the first. The first ever to beat the game was Chuck Norris. Remember this, or else!
Chuck Norris won by default.
The content of the game was adapted from Chuck's life experiences.
... Has anyone considered the meteorological effects of removing all that energy from the atmosphere? ...
There are two reasons this shouldn't ever be a problem:
A) The issue which motivates us to move to clean energy sources is a buildup of excess thermal energy in the atmosphere. We're trying to reduce the energy in the atmosphere, just to get things back to normal.
B) Any energy we pull out of the atmosphere, either in the form of sunlight or wind will eventually end up back in the atmosphere anyway. Example: a solar cell collects energy, converts it to electricity, which is transmitted along high tension wires to New York, where it is converted back into heat by Mrs. Murphey's toaster, which is then vented back into the atmosphere by her air-conditioner.
We should set up a charity, so that those 18% of people can switch their HDTV's with people like me who have crappy old SD TV's, but would be able to tell the difference!
The test the article discusses seems rather arbitrary -- letters streaming across a screen, and you decide when to press a button. Perhaps what they detected was the buildup of boredom? Analyzing complex inputs and reasoning to a decision is a far more complex thing. In any case, I'm not convinced that all my decisions are predetermined by fate or particle physics.
Sometimes this entire society seems like an Intellectual Prison.
It will never be the multi-billionaires who are plugged in. They have the streetsmarts and the power to prevent it happening to them. Rather, implants and gps trackers and RFID tags and the various other perils of the future are to keep the little people in line. Had Orwell known about implants, they would have been featured heavily in 1984.