Would the ship disappear after being redshifted as the light gets more and more distorted by extreme gravity?

Would the ship appear to be slowing down as it got further away?

Let's say that the trip to the inner station takes 1 week, and for the observer at the outer station, it takes 5 years.

How would you tell when the ship is coming back if all of the information (light) is distorted by the black hole's gravity?

How long might it take for communications between the two stations to travel?

This hypothetical is for a book I am writing so thanks in advance for the help!

We Were Mistaken

We are the Thonraxians. For two millennia, we have ruled a wide sector of this galaxy. A thousand species bend to our will, the wealth of ten thousand systems flows into our hands. The great golden throneship, symbol of Protartis the Third, the one whose many glorious titles cannot be recited in a single year, has orbited our star – undisturbed - for a millennium.

We watched 6 centuries ago as a young species, far out on the third arm, broke the bonds of their home world. They spread and colonized their home system, as so many had done before. Discovering the means to move between stars, they began to colonize other systems.

We watched as they encountered the My’an’tr’si. Fleeing this encounter in their remaining starships, they returned to the embrace of their home. The My’an’tr’si followed. For 25 long years, the Humans and the My’an’tr’si struggled. At long last and at great cost, the Humans pushed the My’an’tr’si back.

We watched as the Intrix defeated a weakened My’an’tr’si. The Intrix then turned to the Humans. The colonies of Humans in other systems emptied as they returned to the Human home world to repel the Intrix.

We watched as the Humans desperately fought the Shnn, the Biatlemat, the G’gndor, the Ssslsss, and others. Then a change occurred, instead of returning home defeated or victorious, fleets entering the Human’s system vanished - never to be heard of again. Other species sent probes and exploratory vessels. The probes fell silent as they crossed into Human space. Lifeboats and escape pods with the crews of the exploratory vessels were returned by sleek, dark ships. The crews only shook their heads when asked of their voyages.

We watched as the Human’s star began to dim. Carefully placed observation platforms peering into Human space from afar sent reports of gigantic structures being constructed. Over time, these structures slowly joined together as the Humans formed their Dyson Sphere. Eventually, the Human star was obscured completely.

We watched as the Humans began to build on a second system. Barren with no intrinsic value, unclaimed. Over time, the star in this system dimmed and then disappeared. Slowly, over the centuries, the Humans spread, ever adding to their growing collection of Dyson Spheres. Always silent as they worked. Sleek, black ships the only sightings as they silently returned errant species who wandered into their space.

We watched as the lifeform from Galaxy 7-897 entered the edge of our

With Halo: Infinite centred around the conflict between Escharum and the Master Chief, it does seem that Atriox had been left on the wayside. Supposedly killed on-screen only to reappear in the end, the story surprising does quite a bit with his character, more so than Halo Wars 2 which served as his introduction. Not only is Atriox's presence felt by every single character in the story, from Escharum mourning his loss and honouring his legacy to the Chief still feeling more than just the physical wounds of their fight, but the few minutes of screentime of the character we have strongly tie in with the game's central theme: mortality and choice.

To start us off, we'll focus on the first line of the game: "If you knew how you were going to die, how would you live your life differently?". When we first hear this line, the immediate impression we have was how this question was directed at the Master Chief, likely as one of the many questions Cortana had pondered with John during their time together. However, at the end of the game we learn that this question was not at all directed at the Chief, but rather to the Banished Warmaster. One final query, a final philosophical question of a machine to help Cortana decide her last act.

I found it rather interesting to pit Atriox against Cortana, as this was a dynamic I had not at all expected to be explored. But Cortana's ultimatum at the events of Halo 5: Guardians was not only directed to humanity and the Sangheili, but all living creatures in the galaxy. Humanity had capitulated, the Sangheili who were on the cusp of being united kicked back into the dirt, the Unggoy gleefully accepting Cortana's offer and for the first time in their history, the Unggoy began to not only survive in a dangerous galaxy, but thrived.

But what about those who refused to accept her offer, and give up their old ways? From everything we've learned of the Banished thus far, the Banished are not the kind of people who would bend the knee to psychotic narcissist. After all, that was one of the core reasons the Banished broke off from the Covenant.

The creed the Banished live by is this: "No more Prophets, no more lies. Brothers to the end". Having endured enough from the Covenant and gaining so little in return, the Banished had no reason to accept Cortana's offer.

When Atriox had been confronted by Cortana demanding his surrender, Atriox proclaimed that he will stand with himself and the organisation he had formed with the Banished.

Have you ever wondered why no one attacks the humans? To answer that, we'll have to go back all the way to Earth's First Contact.

Now, you see, like all species, humans searched for alien races in the deep dark of the void. They colonized their solar system and had made fledgling colonies in nearby systems when the Nirril contacted them.

To a human, apparently the closest comparison to the Nirril that lives on their planet is a creature called a 'gecko'. After the typical diplomatic exchange, the galactic community was surprised to learn that humans were fractured into nearly a hundred nations, both planetary and space bound.

Usually when a species begins its forays into the stars, it has already achieved total unification. But the humans laughed at the idea of any actual unified government when the Nirril brought it up to them at the time.

A few years later, the true exchange began. Technology, architecture, resources, history, culture, and of course money all were shared between the two species. Surprisingly, the human home system's asteroid belt was extremely rich in rare elements required for FTL drives.

Somehow, the human diplomats realized the worth of the material and were able to buy a few FTL drive schematics. Their scientists had apparently already came up with the idea of 'Alcubierre Drives' as they called them, and just needed a final push to begin testing

The Nirril noticed that Earth had several habitats that were very well suited to their species. After a series of complicated communications and many political maneuvers, they began to settle particularly in an area called the 'Sahara Desert', furthering the relationships of both species.

Now, what does this have to do with the current situation of the galaxy? Well, you see, the expansion of humanity into space was over twenty times faster than any species had previously recorded, apparently due to the competing interests of their nations.

Humanity had settled thirty systems around their home planet within 46 galactic standard years of their First Contact. Twenty systems which only had colonies with a few thousand inhabitants, six systems with massive industrial infrastructure being built, and four systems each with over a hundred million humans within them.

The humans say the reasons behind this exodus involved 'overpopulation', despite the fact that all sentient species known before them regulated their breeding long before this issue could hope to arise, and a 'sense of advent

Ben tilted down his squared glasses, observing the man before him. “The silent treatment won’t work on me. I’m a psychic investigator. Even if you keep your mouth shut, I’ll still find out exactly what you’re hiding. If you confess now, I’m sure we can work out a plea deal. I hate to admit it, but using my abilities is tiring. It takes me a week to recover after entering someone’s mind. If you can spare me that week of pain, I’ll make it worth your while.”

Ben gave the man a friendly smile, hoping that the enticement of a deal might grab his attention. Most intelligent people broke after that. What point was there in challenging a psychic? Even if they resisted, their innermost secrets would eventually be found out. The man, no older than forty, just stared back at Ben, barely even paying attention. Ben might have thought the man was dead, if not for the occasional movement of his eyes as he scanned the room.

“Right, silent treatment it is. You have the right to fight any evidence that is uncovered during my investigation. A copy of our findings will be forwarded to your lawyer. If you have yet to be appointed a lawyer, we will keep the report on our records for them. Questions?” Ben gave the standard spiel before picking up his notepad.

“First question, where were you on the night of the murder, Jacob?” Ben asked his question, staring the man in the eyes. The two shared a silent bit of eye contact as Ben waited for an image or word to appear in his mind, but nothing came up. It was blank. Giving up on that question, he tried a more direct line of questioning.

“I believe you were the one that killed Paul Malarin. Your fingerprints were on the man’s sleeve in what we believe was a revenge attack by a rival gang. Anything to say about that?” Ben stared, even removing his glasses to avoid having anything blocking his sight.

Nothing.

This had never happened to him before. How could someone have no thoughts going through their head? Sure, some of the smarter criminals would recite lyrics or try to psyche him out, but none could ever pull off this. The mind was a hopelessly honest thing. No matter how much someone tried to cover their thoughts, the truth would eventually slip. With how much information passes through the human brain every second, it’s impossible to disrupt the flow of thoughts forever.

Ben watched the dead expression of the man. Even now, his eyes were the only things moving, continuing to glance around the room without purpose. How could

I don't want to step on anybody's toes here, but the amount of non-dad jokes here in this subreddit really annoys me. First of all, dad jokes CAN be NSFW, it clearly says so in the sub rules. Secondly, it doesn't automatically make it a dad joke if it's from a conversation between you and your child. Most importantly, the jokes that your CHILDREN tell YOU are not dad jokes. The point of a dad joke is that it's so cheesy only a dad who's trying to be funny would make such a joke. That's it. They are stupid plays on words, lame puns and so on. There has to be a clever pun or wordplay for it to be considered a dad joke.

Again, to all the fellow dads, I apologise if I'm sounding too harsh. But I just needed to get it off my chest.

For most people today, when they think of Lolita, they probably think of the hypersexualized "aesthetic", starting with the image of a car's rearview mirror, tightly framing the face of a fair-haired, fair-skinned girl with heart-shaped glasses and a lollipop in her mouth.

But Vladimir Nabokov’s novel, Lolita, the origin of this cultural phenomenon, is actually a thoroughly disturbing account of a pedophile and his innermost thoughts.

What's worse is he was inspired by a very real, very horrific case: The abduction and continued sexual assault of 11-year-old Sally Horner.

Some of the many covers of Vladmir Nabokov's Lolita

WHO WAS SALLY HORNER?

Sally Horner was born on April 18, 1937, in Camden, New Jersey.

She grew up in a poor, working-class household with her older half-sister, Susan, and her widowed mother, Ella Horner. Sally’s father had killed himself 5 years prior, and Ella struggled to support their family ever since.

Sally attended Northeast School in Camden and although she was just days away from finishing fifth grade, when an opportunity to join the ranks of a popular girl’s club arose, she jumped at the opportunity.

She wasn’t exactly popular at school and this would be her ticket to the ruling class…

But there was a catch.

To be accepted in, you had to pass a “test”.

And in this case, Sally’s initiation involved stealing a 5-cent notebook from the Woolworths on Broadway and Federal.

Sally had never stolen anything in her life. Yet, on the afternoon of June 13, 1948, Sally entered the store, having no idea that a simple act of shoplifting would destroy her life.

11-year-old Sally Horner

THE ABDUCTION

Sally walked into Woolworths and made a beeline for the first notebook she could find. She stuffed it into her bag and sprinted for the exit.

Just as freedom came within her grasp, she felt a hard tug on her arm.

Above her, a thin man with sharp features and steel blue/gray eyes told her he was an FBI agent at that she was under arrest.

He had a big scar across his cheek by the right side of his nose, and another scar on his throat was poking out just beyond his shirt collar.

The “FBI Agent” pointed across the road to City Hall, and said that that’s w

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9: ACHILLA

• Achilla's ragtag military force is on the move, traversing through rapidly thinning air and painful cold, with "as heavy a build-up of thunderheads as he'd ever seen" looming over them. They are closing in on the Palace; this haphazard bunch plans to strike right at the heart of the Imperium's power.
  • The "transports were mostly old," and "many of them had the Raptor Imperialis etched onto their sides, especially up in the vanguard where the really heavy armour was concentrated." Achilla himself is "firmly in the expendable bracket, back where the pre-Imperial personnel carriers spluttered and rocked to climb the dusty mountain paths."

>The ultimate destination was hidden from view by a serried screen of towering cliff-faces, each one more immense than the last. The convoy would have to climb much further before the great terraformed plateau around the Palace would make things easier. For the moment, they were seeing the mountains much as they had existed for all of humanity’s history – a bulwark against any kind of movement, impassable and magnificent. It was the Imperium’s great triumph to tame this unimaginably huge massif, to lay roads across it, to fill its valleys and level its most daunting summits. Ironically, of course, that was also what offered the possibility of approach.

• The Imperium has built its capital in the Himalayan peaks by flattening them, a testament to its vision and power, though the drawback of deconstructing such environmental barriers is that they are no longer obstacles to your enemies.

>A ‘crusade’, the commanders had called it. Achilla didn’t like that term. It felt too close to what he’d been told when fighting among the zealots of Unity. He didn’t like to think too closely about the motivations for this at all, only that it was a chance to strike back at something that had already become complacent and authoritarian. ***There was always the chance that he was being used now by someone else, someone just as complacent and authoritarian,

Shiprelations

Moizle caught itself cleaning its palps for the sixth time in an hour and forced its forelegs back down against its thorax. Engineering was normally a hive of activity, but nearly everyone had evacuated to safer decks in case this maneuver didn’t work.

If Rogers was nervous, Moizle certainly couldn’t tell. He was glistening with self-produced moisture, but most of the humans did so this close to the engines. His thick fingers rested on the rippled bar of the manual flow control lever, betraying no nervous twitching or tapping.

The com-light flashed to life before the captain’s voice filled the air, tight with tension. “On my mark. Three, two, one, mark.”

Rogers yanked the handle, opening the valve that had kept a plasma flow at bay for the past six days. Moizle reared back on its hindlegs, the other four tapping and swiping at screens to monitor the spread of magmatic lifeblood through the heart of Kinnereth’s Prayer.

“Twelve percent, no problems.”

Rogers cupped a palm over a curved portion of the bulkhead around the engines. “She’s cold.”

Moizle cocked its head 45 degrees, its dichoptic eyes allowing it to keep an eye on Rogers while the other stayed glued to the displays. “Who’s cold?”

“The ship. She’s been hunkered down for days running off batteries! This is going to be close.”

“Thirty-five percent. Crewman, our ship is a sexless object. Why do you assign it a pronoun?” Moizle’s antennae waggled, the sensitive stalks useless in the context of navigating cultural schisms.

Rogers ran a hand over the sweat-damp stubble on his head while he tweaked the timing on the plasma injectors, trying to squeeze a bit more throughput out of them. “It’s human tradition. Ships are always women. Couldn’t tell you where that started.” He walked over to stand beside Moizle at the displays, his solidly built frame only rising to the mantis-like being’s ‘shoulder’ at a few hairs under six feet. “It helps us form a connection.”

“Sixty-four percent.”

“They’ve seen us. Can you give us any more, engineering?” the captain asked, and Rogers could hear the grim set of her mouth and the fatigue they were all saturated with.

He touched the com-band on his wrist. “We’ll do what we can.”

Moizle watched Rogers clamber back into the nest of metallic conduits and insulation-coated coils that embraced the injectors. The human pulled an omnitool from his belt and tuned it to cutting mode.

Moizle left its display, dancing forward, scythe-like forelegs lif

Do your worst!

I'm surprised it hasn't decade.

They were cooked in Greece.

For context I'm a Refuse Driver (Garbage man) & today I was on food waste. After I'd tipped I was checking the wagon for any defects when I spotted a lone pea balanced on the lifts.

I said "hey look, an escaPEA"

No one near me but it didn't half make me laugh for a good hour or so!

Edit: I can't believe how much this has blown up. Thank you everyone I've had a blast reading through the replies 😂

It really does, I swear!

Because she wanted to see the task manager.

Heard they've been doing some shady business.

but then I remembered it was ground this morning.

Edit: Thank you guys for the awards, they're much nicer than the cardboard sleeve I've been using and reassures me that my jokes aren't stale

Edit 2: I have already been made aware that Men In Black 3 has told a version of this joke before. If the joke is not new to you, please enjoy any of the single origin puns in the comments

BamBOO!

They’re on standbi

A play on words.

Pilot on me!!

Christopher Walken

Nothing, he was gladiator.

Or would that be too forward thinking?

Dad jokes are supposed to be jokes you can tell a kid and they will understand it and find it funny.

This sub is mostly just NSFW puns now.

If it needs a NSFW tag it's not a dad joke. There should just be a NSFW puns subreddit for that.

Edit* I'm not replying any longer and turning off notifications but to all those that say "no one cares", there sure are a lot of you arguing about it. Maybe I'm wrong but you people don't need to be rude about it. If you really don't care, don't comment.

I won't be doing that today!

This morning, my 4 year old daughter.

Daughter: I'm hungry

Me: nerves building, smile widening

Me: Hi hungry, I'm dad.

She had no idea what was going on but I finally did it.

Thank you all for listening.

Where ever you left it 🤷‍♀️🤭

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There hasn't been a post all year!

You take away their little brooms

It was about a weak back.

Learn about new and upcoming Simulation & Management strategy games which are coming to PC in late 2021 and 2022.

There is a wide range of AAA and Indie studio developers making these games in modern, medieval, fantasy and science fiction settings. These are some of the best upcoming strategy games, gameplay included where available. Almost all are new IPs and some of them offer revolutionary new gameplay mechanics like Arboreal where you play as a tree!

1. Jurassic World Evolution 2
2. Two point campus
3. Frostpunk 2
4. Captain of Industry
5. King under the Mountain
6. Night is Coming
7. Diluvian Winds
8. Kapital: Sparks of Revolution
9. The Pioneers : Surviving Desolation
10. Pizza Empire
11. Anvil Saga
12. Prehistoric Kingdom
13. Arboreal
14. WorldBox - God Simulator
15. I Am Future - only mention
16. IXION
17. Clanfolk
18. Blooming Business: Casino
19. Solargene
20. NecroCity

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There isn't one but two dinosaur management games to tell you about. The first is Jurassic World Evolution 2. It is a sequel to Frontier Developments 2018, movie inspired, groundbreaking and immersive dinosaur park builder and manager.

This one will introduce a new narrative campaign, several new features and for the first time flying and marine dinosaurs. The construction and customization options are also getting expanded to allow you to build bigger, better and more authentic Jurassic parks for over 75 different prehistoric species. If you have played Planet Coaster or Planet zoo from the same developers you are familiar with the gameplay.

The sequel introduces brand new behaviors for dinosaur interactions: fighting for dominance and reacting intelligently to the world around them. Players can use bioengineering to customize their animals with new colors and patterns, as well as to alter their genomes to unlock different traits.

Besides launching on PC the game will also be released on the last two generations of Xbox and Playstation with four gameplay modes to

What did 0 say to 8 ?

" Nice Belt "

So What did 3 say to 8 ?

" Hey, you two stop making out "

When I got home, they were still there.