What is the current state of development of matter + antimatter engines?
Can we actually store antimatter for hours without losing it?
A new potentially habitable exoplanet has been discovered around the star Teegarden, at only 12 light years away (source: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eNGXerXGnjo)
Today, more than ever, research on interstellar propulsion methods is necessary.
Manned antimatter rockets are one possibility.
It would allow us to reach Teegarden b in less than 20 years.
Recent studies have suggested that antimatter rockets could reach 70% the speed of light.
What do you think about it?
So I'm not sure how long this has been happening, but Antimatter Absorb won't draw in bombard/hellion rockets. It still affects Corpus weaponry and other projectiles like the Miter, but rockets are unaffected.
Bug? Been this way for a while?
Hi guys,
Ok, so i have completed all green science, so the next thing id like to tackle is white, but i have to admit im kind of lost.
It looks like to make white, i need each of the other colors, plus 1 more item that it looks like can only be obtained from Ray receivers.
I havent started a dyson sphere, or even know HOW i would make one yet (i figured id get to it at some point but im having too much fun doing other stuff), but i would definitely like to start moving towards making white, but im a bit lost.
Can someone give me an idiots guide to ray receivers? What they do and what do i need to do to set them up and start obtaining that last element i need (sorry but i am at work and dont know the name offhand).
thx in advance all.
what are some good power soruses in early, mid, late game?
Hello, I guess this one is frequent; I'm trying to find antimatter cells for a story mission and even if I put a trade goods filter for that product, I see only which sectors they want to buy some. Is there a way to tell the filter to show only the sectors that produce something? Thanks again for your help! I'm having a blast with this game since one week thanks to you all!
The entity had many names, but upon my homeworld we called it the wandering crimson. It was nearly spherical, the size of a small moon, about half as dense and, as the name might suggest, it was red. Very red: it’s colour was dominated by the most prevalent colours of flesh and bodily fluids among carbon-based lifeforms. The most striking feature on its surface was a deep ocean of dark, viscous fluid filling an impact crater near its southern pole, a circular spot that from a distance gave it the appearance of a heavily bloodshot eyeball with a red iris.
Observing from a distance was very much recommended, because from a closer vantage point the wandering crimson’s terrain was an incomprehensible mess of writhing appendages, sharp teeth, unblinking eyes and screaming faces, ranging in size from a few centimeters to the size of mountains. At least, that is what our instruments told us. Looking directly at the entity was out of the question: those who looked too closely were driven to gibbering madness, crippled for the rest of their life by horrific nightmares and forever hearing the silent scream reverberate inside their head.
The silent scream was the crimson’s means of attack, a mysterious ability to inflict upon the brains of sapient beings a flood of negative emotions: unending pain, uncomprehending terror, and desperate, hopeless despair. It would often “scream” without warning as soon as it appeared in the sky above an inhabited world, incapacitating millions and crippling civilisation on the planet below.
After the initial shock, the attacked race would generally respond in kind, whether out of revenge or simply in the hopes of driving the celestial horror away. The Aalraacti had fired off their entire planetary fleet of nuclear warheads. The K'rrr'k'k'rr preferred antimatter bombs. The Drei had accelerated a relativistic kill vehicle from the very edge of their solar system: it was after that attack that the ocean of blood had first been spotted on the wandering crimson’s surface.
In each case though, the damage to the entities structure was minimal, and the result the same: the wandering crimson would retaliate with genocide, psychically reaching down to every sophont beneath it and remotely firing all the neurons in their brain at once, causing it to melt under the excess heat of its own electrical activity. Very rarely, the least psychically inclined specimens of each species would survive, but even they would be left in an insensate, vege
... keep reading on reddit ➡"Right flank, light strikers," Undrat heard his SNCO snap over the command channel.
Standing in the watery ditch, his feet sunk in the mud, Undrat did a slow turn from the waist and abdomen, the power armor humming with restrained strength. The barrel of Madame 318 swept across the battlefield, the end of the barrel smoking and steaming. Dead Dwellerspawn and AWM were scattered around, shattered by the power of 64th Guards Rifle Division.
He was a Heavy Weapons Specialist, a Sergeant in the Terran Confederacy of Aligned Systems Space Force Army. He performed as a subordinate of Captain H'kitrak, LTC Johan-Blood, Colonel N'Mreent, Lieutenant General N'Vortu, and General Pht.Yernt.
Undrat knew, as surely as he knew his own name, that this battle would break the back of the 30th Rifle Corps, that the war was being lost on this planet and the inhabitants would be subjected to the horrors of the Atrekna 'sinking' the system.
He was proud to be part of it.
He intended on breaking the Atrekna's teeth and tearing away their tentacles. To die surrounded by expended brass and his chunk of territory being most expensive real estate the Atrekna had ever purchased.
His pride in himself and his unit and the Confederate Armed Services carried him beyond the pain of his wounds.
The strikers were Autonomous War Machines, dropping out of the clouds, hoping to use their speed to replace the armor they were lacking. The air was full of thin droplets of black rain, confusing the AWM's sensors.
Undrat's armor's VI was capable of editing it out without editing out a drop of oil falling from a cracked crankcase.
His armor heat was at 86.74%, his slush was at 88.22%. His green battle buddy was dead. His armor integrity was at 45.41%, he had two armor blowthroughs. The smart-harness was damaged and his recoil stabilizers were only at 22% efficiency. Steam billowed up around his feet as his suit desperately dumped heat into the heat sinks in his soles and on his calves.
But he had no fear.
Madame Three-Eighteen was with him and he carried the pride of the Tukna'rn people within him.
His Overseer would know that Undrat had covered himself in glory. That the Overseers confidence in Undrat h
... keep reading on reddit ➡And Lo, before us lay the gates of Heaven, shattered and fallen.
Beyond the ruined Gate, the screams of fury from Hell's army.
We prayed then, asking both forgiveness for what we must do,
And strength to carry it out; our task awful but necessary.
Billions of souls, their lifespans carried in our hands,
Freed only by our success, doomed by failure;
The cost to us irrelevant, laid against the value of what depended on us.
Armed, defiant, we roused within ourselves the holy fury,
That flame that can destroy or forge;
Until we were avatars of wrath, and thus armed, thus armored,
We too stepped through the Gates of Heaven,
To fight at God's side against the one who usurped His throne;
The maddened Adversary whose honest goals proved useless
Without purity of heart to withstand the pain.
In rage and sorrow, to unseat the one who failed his test,
Became the greatest forge for all of us.
Omnimessiah protect; defend; succor us in our anguish,
And grant us grace, that we may be tempered by the fire,
And not destroyed by it. - Canticles of Faith Volume XXIV, Speaker r/WillDissolver, Second Coming of the Digital Omnimessiah
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The air was full of shrieking whistles and the roars of incoming rockets combined with the crackle of laser based point defense systems. Incoming rockets, mortar, and artillery rounds, even ones with hypersonic booster thrusters, were being swept out of the air. Shrapnel was raining down on the parking lot, bouncing off of debris and burning vehicle hulks, crackling on Casey, Vuxten, and Daxin's battlescreens.
Daxin was standing in the middle of the open area of the parking lot, inviting all of the fire. The big Terran was still only using his SMG, triggering short sharp bursts at the android forces every time they so much as looked around a corner. Twice Daxin triggered longer bursts, the whitish-blue flash of antimatter taking big bites out of the wall to leave a hole wide enough for the Terran to rake the huddled androids that had been taking cover behind it.
Casey was off slightly to the side, firing his cannon at targets that Vuxten couldn't even see. Several times he heard Peel call out
... keep reading on reddit ➡"Will it hurt, Mommy?" - Anonymous child
To Vuxten, it hurt worse than anything he had experienced. Even when a Corporate Executor Secbeing decided to take out some frustration by beating the nearest janitor until Vuxten had woken up in the hospital with a collapsed lung, both arms broken, and several ruptured organs.
That three weeks in the hospital had put them eight years in debt and had forced Brentili'ik to start working as a menial.
Somehow, Vuxten knew it was more pain than he'd gone through when the mountain had exploded despite not remembering anything after it all went white.
Every nerve, every cell, every fiber of his being was filled with pain.
He knew he was unconscious. Knew he should have been beyond the pain.
But it was still all consuming.
And it went on and on and on.
Finally it transferred to remembered pain that made his mind shudder away from the memories even as he opened his eyes.
REBOOTING appeared in his vision, both in his cybereye and his armor.
--wish was dead-- 471 said.
Vuxten got the faceplate open in time to vomit on the armored glass.
"Huh, pretty resilient," the voice of the Detainee was slightly curious but more remote and uncaring than anything else.
"I've been through thousands of mat-trans and never felt like that," Daxin rumbled, pushing himself up from where he'd fallen onto his side.
"It's my own special version," the Detainee said. "I prefer it."
Vuxten noticed she was naked, standing in front of the door to the chamber. She nudged the door with her foot even as she lit her cigarette.
"You would," Daxin grunted, getting to his feet, his cybernetics hissing.
Vuxten saw that Casey was down on one knee, his head hanging down. The silver glow and the red glow appeared in the eyes and he lifted his head.
"That was fun," Casey's voice was heavily synthesized.
Peel coughed and rolled over. She wretched once and threw up.
Vuxten moved over and rubbed her lower back.
Trucker was getting to his feet, cybernetics clicking, opening his faceplate. He wiped blood from under his nose, looked at his hand, then wiped the blood off onto his leg.
Peel got up on her hands and knees then shakily got to her feet.
"Well, that wa
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