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2024-01-07 at 7:10 PM UTC in Fanged Noumena - Nick LandNick Kerrs in space
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2024-01-07 at 3:44 AM UTC in Fanged Noumena - Nick LandMore like Sexual Harassment Architecture, for gay sex, so it stay sexual harassment, architecture
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2024-01-06 at 7:29 PM UTC in Fanged Noumena - Nick LandNick Noumenon: Inside The Phenomenal
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2024-01-06 at 7:28 PM UTC in Fanged Noumena - Nick LandJohnny Noumenal
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2024-01-06 at 6:47 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....
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2024-01-06 at 4:52 AM UTC in Are you looking forward to the big war with Iran?
Originally posted by infinityshock you forget one thing: consequences. and…reciprocity. if the US experiences a severe enough of a situation, that is the reason the deployed subs are out there.
More like why the carrier fleets are out there. The US's utter and complete conventional military superiority probably guarantees they won't be using the nuke subs for any first strikes. And nobody is gonna nuke the US.the technology for 'long range bird scale drones' that are a significant threat does not exist
Hybrid balloon and hydrogen endurance drones are demonstrating pretty impressive ranges and payload capacities. Then there are the cardboard drones currently being used in Ukraine that are currently very successful in recon roles. In general drones are proving hard to deal with because they move so slow and low generally. There is an old incident called Palmdale where a runaway drone needed to be shot down and 2 Scorpions extended 208 missiles without scoring a single hit on it.small drones…as in about half the size of a lancet…in swarms are deployable now and sufficient countermeasures exist to relegate them to no more of an inconvenience than a car bomb…IED…or suicide bomber. or mass shooter. notice how there havent been any protest drones bothering airports anymore.
Airport drone countermeasures are mostly just radio jamming, GPS spoofing and radar and rf detectors, and then camera based optical detection with AI. They work great against consumer tier drones. However thinking about cheap swarms of drone balloons or similar by a nation state attacking military installations, the US would need more active defenses and significant advances in detection technologies because currently it is even hard to parse through the immense amount of space junk entering the atmosphere.
You're right that these drones are currently no more of a threat in scale than an IED but them being airborne, relatively hard to take down and numerous could be a potent combination tactically.the populace can face zero essential supplies and cities can devolve into mad max with zero emergency services AND zero public services (sanitation…utilities…etc.) none of that will not prevent the military from being well fed with whatever fuel and sundry niceties they require.
That's where internal political fragmentation comes into play: the power to influence how resources are acquired and allocated for the MIC is the biggest pot of gold in America and that process inherently plays out slow. That's fine and ultimately not relevant to performance when the war is happening on the other side of the world. Not so if we are considering attacks upon US soil. -
2024-01-06 at 2:17 AM UTC in Are you looking forward to the big war with Iran?John War
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2024-01-06 at 12:08 AM UTC in Are you looking forward to the big war with Iran?
Originally posted by infinityshock it is physically impossible for any entity or combination of entities to successfully 'invade' and hold territory in the US. it would be possible to 'invade' and temporarily hold small patches…but not for a long period of time.
Not if the USA itself is sufficiently fragmented internally and the opposing force is sufficiently coordinated.
A series of cyber-attacks could cripple critical infrastructure across the U.S. with power grids failing, financial systems crashing, and communication networks being disrupted. A huge amount of US infrastructure is actually still hilariously badly exposed to cyber attacks currently.
Then advanced, long range, bird-scale drones that are impossible to distinguish from common aerial clutter like balloons and civilian drones and shit by US radar systems will soon be attainable for even poorly funded state actors, which could be used to launch precise strikes on critical military installations.
The populace will start facing shortages of essential supplies and cities will devolved into chaos as emergency services will fail to cope with the scale of these crises.
Internal divisions will hinder the U.S. response. Political infighting and distrust in the government will hamper efforts to form a cohesive strategy. The attackers could exploit these divisions, launching disinformation campaigns and further destabilizing the nation. -
2024-01-05 at 7:04 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....I'm more so criticizing your shit ass and basic bitch like tastes, but yes Junji Ito also sucks.
No it's not for your cringe ass psychoanalysis reasons, it is because you are a gay ass dork who actually thinks Junji Ito is some kinda super edgy fringe foreign artist -
2024-01-05 at 6:53 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....Junji Ito is very zeitgeist and basic bullshit, and not even real horror.
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2024-01-05 at 3:34 AM UTC in I am totally over thinking about Black Holes and shit tbh
Originally posted by The Autodidact you're wrong about the energy densities of the most energetic man-made particle collisions being anything close to the big bang
No, you're wrong. The LHC achieves energy densities that were present in the universe on the order of magnitude of 10-12 seconds after the Big Bang (over 13 TeV collision energy) -
2024-01-04 at 10:32 PM UTC in I am totally over thinking about Black Holes and shit tbh
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2024-01-04 at 10:31 PM UTC in I am totally over thinking about Black Holes and shit tbh
Originally posted by the man who put it in my hood YOU'RE A FUCKING FAGGOT OP
oikay then how do you generate and control and weaponize a black hole go right ahead and do it. Exactly
maybe you're just retarded it's not like anything you thought of was added to by you thinking about it anyways
*tokez*
Nah bro black holes are just pointless, they're a total waste of energy to think about and everyone should stop thinking about them because it's a fool's errand! -
2024-01-04 at 4:42 PM UTC in What are you doing at the momentBoitta shower but considering jherking off first
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2024-01-04 at 1:59 PM UTC in I am totally over thinking about Black Holes and shit tbhThe truth is that humanity has reached the end of science. Not that there are no more scientific facts to be learnt but in the way that we are past the point where, for example, you might find out that the human body has 3 lungs or something: it doesn't, it has 2. We can be pretty confident you won't find a third lung at some point in the future for what we currently call a human. Even if we have much, much yet to learn about the human body, the time for those types of big discoveries is past.
So too is the case with physics and astronomy and black holes and shit.
In extremis, we have two extremely successful theories within their domains, the standard model and general relativity which very accurately model the dynamics of quantum mechanical and astrophysical phenomena respectively. Within their domains, they are ironclad.
And within their domains, which are as extreme as the energies inside a particle collider (which approach point energy densities like that of the Universe near the Big Bang) for the Standard Model, and black hole and neutron star collisions for General Relativity, they basically forbid superluminal signalling, anything too wild in terms of computation, some wild in-theory phenomena but nothing that can reasonably be leveraged by humans for technology maybe in the next million years or possibly ever...
To specifically turn to black holes, all their mysteries and seemingly exotic natures are currently hypothesized only due to the limits of General Relativity and exotic "loophole" and "logic gap" ideas like the Black Hole Information Paradox etc exist only at the boundaries when the two theories, GR and the SM interact. However for example the BHIP is not some intractable problem, in fact we already have an abundance of proposed resolutions for it. However what we lack is the evidence necessary to distinguish which of these explanations can be ruled out, because our telescopes can only see so much and our particle colliders can only get so energetic within certain physical constraints. And humans won't be able to visit even the nearest black holes for at minimum hundreds of thousands of years to conduct specific experiments to resolve things like the BHIP.
So until then, all that matters, all that will be exciting, will be TECHNOLOGY, engineering within the complexity domains of these physical theories.
But astronomers and physicists and shit will just sit around diddling their assholes about these questions they will never get the answers toneithin their lifetimes and potentially even their children's children's children and so on will never get.
So I'm done thinking about that gay shit.
Same with religion and big questions in philosophy and shit. Maybe it was fun when I was smoking too much weed or some shit but it just isn't any more. -
2024-01-03 at 4:47 AM UTC in What are you doing at the momentPushing chicken cutlets up your ass with 3 fingers
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2024-01-02 at 10:30 PM UTC in I am alone in the seaAs Uranus approaches the boundary of the storm, the sea seems to recognize the audacity of my challenge. The waves grow more frenzied, as if to form a final barricade. The sky, a tumultuous canvas of grays and blacks, mirrors the chaos below. But amidst this maelstrom, the star still shines, unwavering, a fixed point in an ever-changing tapestry.
The ship, battered yet unbroken, surges forward with a life of its own. Each plank, each rope, each sail is a testament to human ingenuity, a harmony of craft and nature. I feel her strength beneath my feet, an extension of my own will against the unforgiving sea.
In this climactic struggle, time loses meaning. Seconds stretch into minutes, minutes into an eternity of battle between man and the elements. The wind screams its fury, a wild chorus with the crashing waves. But within me, there is a calm center, a focus that cuts through the noise and terror.
I recall the tales of old, the legends of sailors who navigated by stars and intuition, their stories etched into the annals of maritime lore. I am part of that legacy now, a thread in the vast tapestry of seafaring history. This thought gives me strength, a connection to something greater than myself.
The edge of the storm looms closer, a wall of wind and water that separates order from chaos. I steer Uranus straight towards it, embracing the final onslaught. The ship lurches violently, a wild beast in its death throes, but I hold firm, my hands steadfast on the wheel.
Then, in a moment of transcendent clarity, I see the pattern in the storm's fury. It's a dance of nature, a cycle of creation and destruction, endlessly repeating. I adjust my course, aligning with this rhythm, and suddenly, the battle shifts.
The ship glides through the waves, no longer a mere vessel but a part of the sea itself. The wind, once an adversary, now whispers secrets, guiding me through the tumult. It's a dance of such intricacy and beauty that I am left in awe.
Finally, the storm begins to abate, its energy spent. The waves calm, the wind eases, and the sky opens up to reveal a tapestry of blue. The star, my faithful guide, fades in the growing light, its duty fulfilled.
As I emerge from the storm, the world seems reborn. The air is crisp and fresh, filled with the scent of salt and new beginnings. The sun, a golden orb, rises on the horizon, painting the sea with hues of orange and pink.
In the aftermath of the tempest, I stand on the deck, a solitary figure amidst a vast expanse of calm. The journey has changed me, not just as a sailor, but as a man. I have faced the fury of the sea and emerged not just unscathed, but stronger, wiser.
But the sea is a fickle mistress, and I know this is not the end of my story. There will be other storms, other challenges. Yet, for now, I bask in my survival.
As Uranus sails towards the horizon, I will remember the sea, with all its perils and beauty, is not just a path but a teacher. And so, each wave a new chapter, each star a new dream.
In the endless dance of sea and sky, I find my purpose, my place in the eternal cycle of wind and water. Alone on the sea, yet forever part of something infinitely greater. -
2024-01-02 at 10:25 PM UTC in I am alone in the seaAs I brace against the wheel, guiding Uranus through the tempest's heart, each wave that strikes feels like the angry fist of Poseidon himself. But amidst the chaos, a sliver of clarity pierces my thoughts – the storm is not just a trial of endurance but a riddle to be solved. The sea is a vast, untamed beast, but it speaks a language known to those who dare listen.
I recall the old tales my father, himself a seasoned mariner, used to tell. Stories of storms that were not mere weather but living things, with hearts that could be soothed and spirits that could be tamed. With this epiphany, my mission transforms. I am no longer just fighting for survival; I am engaging in a dialogue with the very essence of the sea.
The ship continues to pitch and roll, a wild stallion under my command. I adjust the sails, trying to find the rhythm of the storm, to dance with it rather than against it. The wind howls a haunting melody, and I respond with the creak of ropes and the flap of canvas. It's a precarious ballet atop a stage that shifts and sways with every passing second.
In a moment of respite, I glance at the sky. The clouds, dark and ominous, are nonetheless majestic. They remind me that there is beauty even in destruction, a kind of terrifying elegance in the raw power of nature. And above, a single star manages to pierce through the veil of clouds, a beacon of hope in a world turned upside down.
This star, perhaps a celestial guide sent by some benevolent deity, rekindles my resolve. I steer towards it, letting it guide my path through the tempest. It's a gamble, following a lone star in a sky obscured by chaos, but the sea is a realm where fortune favors the bold.
Hours meld into each other, night and day blurring into a continuous battle against the elements. My body aches, every muscle strained to its limit, yet my spirit soars. With every wave conquered, every gust endured, I feel more attuned to the storm, as if I am slowly unraveling its secrets.
Suddenly, the wind shifts, a subtle change in the rhythm of the gale. It's an opening, a fleeting chance to escape the storm's clutches. I adjust the sails, the ship responding eagerly to my command, cutting through the waves like a knife through butter. The star, my celestial guide, shines brighter, urging me forward.
As dawn breaks, the fury of the storm begins to wane. The waves, though still formidable, no longer seem insurmountable. The wind, having spent its rage, now pushes me forward with a gentler hand. In the light of the new day, I see the edge of the storm, the boundary between chaos and calm.
But even as salvation lies within reach, I know the sea is not yet done with me. The final test awaits, a challenge that will demand everything I have left. As I steer Uranus towards the edge of the storm, ready to breach its final barrier, I brace for what may come.
In this moment, I am more than a sailor; I am a warrior of the sea, a lone figure standing against the might of the ocean. The story of this voyage, whether it ends in triumph or tragedy, will be one where the true victor is not the one who conquers, but the one who endures. -
2024-01-02 at 10:21 PM UTC in I am alone in the seaI am alone in the sea, a solitary soul amidst an endless expanse of salt and fury. The waves, they beckon, not with the enchanting allure of sirens, but with a death chant, a dirge that resonates deep within the marrow of my bones. The tempest, unrelenting in its wrath, whips the water into monstrous peaks and cavernous troughs. My vessel, a mere speck in this maelstrom, is tossed about like a plaything of the gods.
"Uranus!" I scream, the name of my vessel, a beacon of hope in this oceanic abyss. My voice is snatched away by the howling wind, swallowed whole by the storm's ravenous appetite. I press my face against the cold glass of the porthole, my breath fogging up the small window to the world outside. Lightning illuminates the sky in flashes of white, revealing the towering waves that surround me, each one a potential harbinger of my doom.
Inside the cabin, the air is thick with the scent of salt and fear. I can hear the groan of the ship's timbers, strained to their limits by the relentless pounding of the sea. Each creak and moan is a grim reminder of the fragile barrier that separates me from the watery grave that awaits below.
I stagger to the navigation table, my hands trembling as I attempt to plot a course out of this nightmare. The instruments spin wildly, their needles dancing a chaotic ballet, rendering them useless. The compass, my steadfast guide through countless voyages, is now just a spinning top, its direction as lost as my own.
I collapse into the chair, my head in my hands, as despair begins to take hold. How long can I endure this onslaught? How long before the sea claims me as its own? I think of home, of faces that now seem like distant memories, their voices drowned out by the roaring of the storm.
But then, in the midst of my hopelessness, a flicker of defiance ignites within me. I am a sailor, a master of the seas. This tempest, as fierce as it may be, is but another challenge to overcome. With renewed determination, I rise from my seat, ready to face the fury outside.
I don my oilskin and make my way to the deck, the ship lurching beneath my feet. The rain lashes at my face, each drop a stinging rebuke, but I push forward. I must see the storm with my own eyes, confront this beast that seeks to devour me.
As I emerge onto the deck, the full force of the tempest greets me. The wind howls like a pack of ravenous wolves, the waves crash against the ship with the force of a thousand hammers. But amidst this chaos, a strange sense of calm descends upon me. For in this moment, I am truly alive, pitted against the raw power of nature, a lone warrior in an elemental war.
I take the helm, my hands gripping the wheel with a strength born of desperation. I steer the ship into the heart of the storm, towards the eye where calm resides. It is a gambit, a roll of the dice in this game of survival.
The ship groans and creaks, her timbers straining against the onslaught, but she holds. She is my Uranus, my ark in this deluge, and together we will ride out this storm. For as long as there is breath in my body and wind in these sails, I will not yield to the fury of the sea.
I am alone in the sea, but I am not defeated. The waves may call with their death chant, but I will sing my own song of survival, a melody of hope and defiance that will echo across these waters long after the storm has passed. -
2024-01-02 at 5:09 PM UTC in What are you thinking about....
