Without the Adjacency rules, does that mean we can get rid of the hexes entirely? Because they don't really serve any valid purpose in the game currently.
More importantly, Does that mean we can go and see the ocean now? A lot of the beach-side battles were some of the most interesting of Planetside 1, and allowed for flanking and other movements. Plus, some of the terrain is pretty interesting, potentially.
The out of bounds thing as it currently exists doesn't make any sense, and in many places the border is invisible, arbitrary, and lazy.
TL;DR: Open up the continent and let us play on all of it without all these 'out of bounds' areas.
I am trying to work out how to use the Algebra.Lattice family of Lattice *type classes*.
Firstly how do I construct a lattice ?
What I am wanting to do is to be able to construct a lattice to represent a multiple inheritance hierarchy. Then I to be able to find the Least Upper Bound of a set of classes/types. This is in order to find the type of a multiple case expression.
I am not sure if the Haskell classes are actually applicable ? but if they are how do I apply them to the following problem please ?
I thought this would be an easy thing to Google, but I'm struggling to find out why. Are they just derived from visualising two sets as a Venn diagram, then putting the intersection as "meet" and the union as "join"? Because, if so, I will be very upset with whoever decided to use that terminology.
I want to thank BlueFishcake for the same reason as everyone else – it’s a treat to play in someone else’s sandbox, and he’s made one that’s really great!
Particular thanks go to XaphOs (The Piano Man) HollowShel (Cultural Exchange) and RandomTinkerer (City Slickers and Hayseeds) for their help, goodwill, craft, and encouragement. Without them, this story would stay in my head, and if you haven’t read their stories yet, I can’t encourage you enough.
Special thanks to XaphOs for use of his characters Ta'nu, Axia, and Olea. I couldn't have come up with better and would have been hard-pressed to find their equal. I’m grateful he let me add a bit to their stories.
Special thanks to HollowShel for being an amazing person to bounce ideas back and forth with! Seriously, a few talks have filled out whole chapters!
Finally, special thanks to RandomTinkerer. I’m not worthy!!!! (Over three exclamation points may be the sign of an unhinged mind, but I can’t express enough thanks)
Thank you all for reading, and for any and all comments.
Just One Drop
Chapter Five – Only You, Only I
While he seemed glum for the first few days after moving from his house to the hotel, Tom came out of himself and took to their work with a steadily increasing enjoyment that Miv’eire loved to see. Establishing morning lessons, the pair had taken to speaking Vatikre almost constantly to prepare him for a life on Shil and the demands of teaching.
True to his word, the first trip Tom planned had taken them to the far side of the planet on its Southern hemisphere, and after morning lessons the next four days were taken over by obtaining books and materials about the Aboriginal culture. Miv’eire poured over an incomprehensibly rich oral tradition of astonishing depth and age, to the point where it seemed like being assaulted with a firehose from the well of knowledge.
Their trip to Ayers Rock brought her wondrous vistas to capture for the Academy film collection, but it still seemed inconceivable for a Human culture to extend beyond the furthest recorded histories on Shil. “*There’s just no parallel, Tom! How can they have oral traditions going back 50,000 years!? There’s no record of anything like that in the known races. It just... it just doesn’t happen!*”
Tom thought it over as they loaded the last bags into the transport. *“*I don’t know how, but I know it is. Stories are being power for Humans. Our scientists checked. These stories are old in geologic time,
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I looked at the woman curled in pain on the bed, the thin medical sheet doing nothing to hide the stretched skin of her belly. “How long ago was this?” I ask
Mary was looking down at the woman, soulfire burning from her eyes freely as her anger raged. “Two days.” she answers.
I turn to the doctor, one of a number of people who worked in my throne world alongside the military and mercenary forces. “What can we do for them?” I ask.
“The…foetus is growing rapidly. Its forcing the, mother, or host to undergo rapid catabolysation. The process of turning fat, muscle and eventually less important organs and turning them into fuel for essential processes. I’ve been giving each patient different treatment in the hope of slowing progression, easing their pain or staving off the deterioration.” The Doctor reports, stepping up to the patient and gently uncovering her.
“This one I have been giving the maximum safe dosage of pain relief, and roughly 30,000 calories delivered directly to her bloodstream every day. All it did was accelerate the foetus growth rate.” he says.
I reach over and place a hand on the woman's belly, I can feel the soulfire inside ravenous uncontrolled and with no direction.
“Cut it out.” I order.
“That didn't work. We lost the patient when we tried to extract the foetus, it seemed to attempt to survive by draining its host of all the energy currently in the body. The mother simply died as her heart stopped and brain activity ended at the same time.” the doctor reports.
I turn to Mary. “What happened to the one responsible, Ricky.” I ask
“I killed him.” Mary replies.
“That won't stop a creature of darkness.” Imperious says inside me.
“Right, they can be reborn in their throne world. And if Ricky’s my subordinate.” I turn to Michael. “Search my throne, if Ricky’s here I want him found and brought to me.” I order him. He nods and walks off.
I turn back to the woman and place my hand on her belly again funnelling light into the foetus. The soulfire fights back, burning its soulfire in retaliation but I keep at it until the soulfire is all gone, just a tiny mote of light remaining. I then heal the woman who for the first time in days I
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My adventure started last February—well, I guess you could say it really began 25 years ago when Carla gave birth to our daughter, Beatrice. My wife and I were fairly well-off residents of Uranus's orbital ring, known colloquially as The Wreath. I was ready to spend the rest of my life with her, making my way selling mass privileges and raising our daughter to be an honest Uranian.
Then Carla left me just days after Beatrice's cord was cut. I begged her to stay. She said she had to "chase her dreams" in the Kuiper Belt and walked out of our apartment with bag in tow.
Poor baby Beatrice, poor baby 'Trice, deprived of her birth mother.
And I had been little better, being so angry as to abandon my lucrative position on The Wreath and move us to the Mid-Sky region of Uranus. We settled down on one of the hundreds of Floaters (a giant planet term for a mobile aerostat colony) that mine the planet's atmosphere for rare gasses and hydrocarbons. We've been on our own and financially struggling ever since.
Fast forward to last February. Beatrice was rarely home and overall uncommunicative. She kept busy filling the odd position to earn her keep and staying overnight with various friends. That was fine; at least she stayed aboard the ship.
I woke up on February 5th to a lonely room, slid out of my bunk made of PVC and netting, and hit my head on Beatrice's identical one above. About an earth-normal gee greeted my legs. After stretching I strolled out the door in my pajamas/uniform (the dichotomy of dress and casual doesn't exist when you’re only allowed one kilogram of clothing). The neighborhood I lived in was very close-knit. Everyone knew each other by full name, smell, and, thanks to the centimeter-thick walls, sound.
My neighbor, Quentin, barreled out of his room after me yelling, "Hey Doug, slow down. Doug!" I increased my speed, but that jet of a man was faster. "Why didn’t you ease up?" he said.
"How am I supposed to avert our morning talk otherwise?"
"Har, har. Tissue paper does well to avoid tight asses."
"Tell that to the makers of our uniforms."
Quentin turned the beginning of a laugh into a disgruntled huff (lest he admit my joke was better) and changed the subject. "Intakes are running sub-optimally," he said, "no doubt a consequence of assigning youths to the maintenance crew."
I didn't tell him that Beatrice had been assigned there for a few weeks in December. Why should I? Almost everything was automated down there and what
... keep reading on reddit ➡Rastien station looked a lot like home. A single Rasputin dreadnought was hovering below the station as Laskian ships drifted from it to the close by asteroid ring, it was positioned so close that FTL wasn't even necessary for the short hop to the mineral rich ring system.
I watched for a moment as Rasputin piloted the Traveller close before grabbing the controls. Almost immediately the lattice of energy dissipates from the control panels and I have full control of my ship again. “Thanks big guy.” I say as I go over the systems, more out of habit than anything else.
Before I can finish my round of checks a com’s request comes in. I answer it after a moment. “This is Rastien station security, Unknown vessel Identify yourself.”
“This is the independent starship Traveller.” I start to explain but the man on the other end of the line cuts me off.
“I can read your IFF, who are you? Ship design matches the warship orbiting the station.” he says.
“You missed out the part where you’ll fire on me if I don't comply.” I tell him.
There's a snort from the audio feed “I happen to have a brain. I don't make threats that I can't follow up on.”
“Good, Im Reiss. You might notice there’s a new planet in the system close to the star.” I say.
“...I need to send this up the chain.” he says a moment later.
“I’ve got some time.” I reply.
The line goes silent for a moment before a request for a video feed pops up. I accept and came face to face with a Laskian security officer. He stares at my face before cursing quietly. “Sorry ma’am. Miss? I was following protocol you understand.” he babbles.
“Relax, I just want to dock somewhere and get a few days quiet RnR. moving a planet is knackering.” I joke before I realise that's just the sort of thing I might not want to say to calm someone down.
“Right. Umm. I have an empty bay on the other side of the station. Bay 8, you can dock there. I’ll log the ship name but not your own.” he says.
“I wouldn't bother. I'm fairly…distinctive.” I say. “Just don't go announcing it to the entire station.” I ask.
He nods and types away at the system whilst I tease the ship on a new course towards the docking bay. “You’re cleared to dock. Bay is open and waiting. Ma’am I have to ask. Where you sent by the T
... keep reading on reddit ➡For heavier atoms, like uranium, the nucleus is rather complicated. A 238-body problem even classically is very untractable, and I imagine one with the strong force is significantly more so. So my question is how such a problem is studied in a fully quantum chromodynamic way as well as what approximations can be done to simplify the problem.
Thanks.
Major spoilers for ESO Deadlands beyond this point.
The latest DLC for ESO, Deadlands, takes place almost entirely within a number of the Planes of Oblivion, and so has provided us with perhaps the closest look we have ever gotten into both Oblivion, and the Daedra.
From the intricacies of how the Daedra think, to how they view and interact with mortals (or the reverse), to the impact of the Coldharbour Compact, to even hints of Daedric Princes other than the 16/17 known or of Aetherial influence behind ruling figures in Oblivion. As well as much more.
A list of some (though by no means all or even close to it) of the revelations I personally found interesting:
The main story largely revolves around Fargrave, an obscure (as far as mortals are concerned at least) Demiplane of Oblivion said to 'embody the existential concepts of transit or passage', Fargrave is known as a nexus world where the boundaries between dimensions become thin/easy to traverse, as a result gateways to other worlds across both Oblivion and Mundus both manifest naturally across the plane and become easy to open via magic.
Fargrave has no ruling Prince, and is instead 'governed' by a mysterious force called The Stricture (which mystically binds all Daedra within Fargrave to obey it's laws but, interestingly, has no effect on mortals who are instead made to adhere to the rules by the Grasp) and it's Daedric enforcers, The Grasp (primarily though not exclusively Dremora). This unique situation also makes the barriers and compacts meant to enclose regions like Mundus from external interference not apply to Fargrave, meaning it can be used as a transit point to the mortal world (Nirn included) despite obstacles that would otherwise prevent it.
The lack of a Prince, a presence that normally imposes it's own laws and vision upon reality within a Plane by force , also allows the inhabitants of Fargrave to bend the Realm to their collective desires instead (granting them freedom not found in places where greater spirits hold sway, as noted by Madam Whim).
Fargrave's nature as a nexus is so potent that it is actually said to contain doors to 'everywhere', With Valsirenn (Psijic of the Conclave of the Eleven Forces and than Ritemaster) going as far as to suggest that the realm's unique properties can reach out and touch things 'beyond' her and the Vestige's 'shared temporal experience' and 'alter time itself' (seemingly serving as a gateway across time as well).
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Aaren was going stir-crazy. Delays in construction had stretched the Project to seventeen megaseconds, and they had been grounded for that whole time. Half a year had passed, by Earth reckoning, and a third of one for Mars. Terra Nova had completed more than 30 orbits. Despite the frustration with being trapped on solid ground, Aaren understood. The Project was actually making wonderful time for what it was. Besides, the time had finally come and Aaren had survived to see it without being reduced to a gibbering mess!
In that time, both the Etani Empire and Wargai Union had established small consulates in Ophelia despite the fact that they were each still technically at war with both the Trappistine government and each other. Through those ambassadors, it was known that the war between their people had seemingly gone cold, almost overnight, after the Battle of TRAPPIST-1. Aaren liked to think that the USS Waltzing Matilda had shaken them enough for fear of how humanity might respond to still their guns, at least for a little while. Both ambassadors had also shown great interest in the Project, and although its exact details were still kept secret from the public, all three governments had been apprised of its expected completion date, and that news had somehow gotten out.
Everybody knew. Corvid Industries was building a ship for the Corsair, and its launching ceremony would be on 8:725:5 at 50:0. One didn’t spend this many favors and employ so many people for this long without at least the basic nature of what was happening getting out. The net was wild with speculation about what kind of ship was being built, but the general consensus was that it must be huge or it would have launched by now. Timelines like this were for bulk carriers or battleships, not yachts. Still, the time had finally come. Everybody’s questions were about to be answered by the live video feeds from what looked like at least six news-agencies’ drones in the air and another dozen camera crews set up on the roofs of buildings near the slipway.
Aaren had their monitor on the bridge tuned to the one that they thought had the best angle, aesthetically speaking, as the dry dock’s great door opened and the Project began to
... keep reading on reddit ➡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.
Welcome to the 4th part of our Curse of the Mistwraith read-along. Today we'll be diving into Chapters 9 and 10.
To begin, let's talk a little bit about Arithon shall we?
In light of the reveals of these chapters, how do you see now his overwhelming guilt? Does it make more sense?
And how about Lysaer?
We get more insight into The Seven. What do you think about their purpose?
How did you find the divination of those strands of all possible futures? And the magecraft? Raw forces, lanes, power focuses and their explanations...
And am I the only one saddened about Dakar's attitude?
In case any of you would like to discuss the finer points:
- The Fellowship are compelled to take option 3. Arithon must be king. But what about Arithon's free will? Do you think that will be affected by the decisions of the Seven?
- By hardening his heart Arithon may risk the perception inspiring his talent! Why do you think that is?
- Any questions? Or perhaps other points you'd like us to discuss?
DETAILED CHAPTER SUMMARIES
Chapter Set 9
This Chapter is again very dense and contains a lot of information that will set the course for the rest of this volume, as well as for the rest of the series as a whole. You need to pay attention here!
IX. ALTHAIN TOWER
The morning after the royal feast, Asandir and his party are getting ready for departure. Note Lysaer’s relief at being quit of the company of subjects he found disturbing, relief covered under flawless manners. And note how those manners are impressing the clansmen who believe him a worthy prince because he is pleasant to serve even after roused at dawn on the heels of a celebration.Also take note of Maien (Maenol s’Gannley), Maenalle’s grandson who serves Lysaer as a page here. – He’ll play an important part later.
Arithon is furious. He wanted to seek an audience with Maenalle to speak in Grithen's behalf. He feels responsible, having baited the man for his own objective, and Grithen’s punishment is heavy for an offense not entirely of his own making. During Maenalle's approach to say farewell, he takes the opportunity to plead the man’s case but is rebuffed by the lady because:*“Tysan’s scouts do not act for personal vengeance. No matter what the provocation, they are forbidden to take hostages. We are not like Rathain’s clans
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As it turned out, things could get worse for the half-elf as he found himself balancing on a branch from the tallest tree within the forest around the camp. Swaying yellow and green leaves and other brown branches were Reynauld's only friends here; even the squirrels wouldn't venture up here. By being so high, Reynauld saw down through the lattice of branches, catching moments of Farrow's white fur and the Ajax's yellow mane. And Reynauld watched the two beastkin as they prowled through the forest with a single thought in the deflated half-elf's mind. How did this happen?
As for how Reynauld ended up in this situation... Well, when Farrow had skipped off, searching for the second strongest, Reynauld had thought the fox-kin was searching for Aera. Of course, the beastkin would go for his own, but that wasn't the case, as Reynauld found out.
Farrow rushed through the camp, his eyes alert, gliding from minion to tinkerer, from harpy to goblin to kobold. It was only until the fox-kin found a towering green orc standing in front of a tent, a table in front of him, did Farrow stop his frantic rushing. Farrow shot straight for the aloof orc, and as the orc turned, revealing Tork's face, did Farrow blurt out his question.
Tork had stood there dumbfounded as he looked up. He absently placed a hand on the table, pinning the sprawled out diagrams and drawings on the wooden top. Reynauld would have grinned, knowing his friend. The half-elf suspected that Tork hadn't realized he did the move, ensuring his creations wouldn't fly away if there was a mischievous breeze. But Reynauld was gasping for air as he ran up to the pair; how was that fox so fast?
"So, do you think you and your big team of, uh..." Farrow's brow scrunched up as if trying to remember something, only for his face brightened again, "... of four could help us?!"
Tork arched an eyebrow, his gaze skipping from the fox-kin to the half-elf. Reynauld was sure he could see Tork's question written on his confused face.
Before the orc could speak, asking what was going on, Reynauld answered, taking a deep breath before speaking. "Farrow wants us to look for that thing I was telling you about; you know, the thing making those tracks."
Tork gave a slow nod, but his face furrowed as he looked to Farrow. "Why ask me?" Tork grunted out. T
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Escape from the Madness
Ah...moments like these
What a time to be free!
Gone is the bustle of the world -
The tyranny, revelry, rivalries,
The shouts and screams and devilry
Are spectres in the living room window!
No need for structure, I can make my own
I can be myself! Write like
This and
Sing like THIS!
If the world is only how we see it,
I’ve changed the world (how glorious!),
And diminished it so I can stand
Above it all!
A Bite to Eat
Well, I was standing in the doorway for hours.
How Peculiar.
Hunger has arrived, and asks politely to be satisfied.
He stretches, strides, slams the door and opens up his eyes.
The fridge is barren but he checks to be sure,
Well, pasta it is – sometimes you’re just poor.
As the noodles boil and burble aloud,
A momentary indecision creases his brow.
He texts his friend Stanley to bring last night’s chicken –
Stanley sent him a picture of it at half past seven.
If he could have that chicken, dinner would taste like heaven!
Stanley said it’s roasted golden and delicious as well,
Though he talks a lot, does Stanley Mel.
It helps to fill in the conversation gaps; he thickens
Them like the pasta soaking all the water up,
But when he babbles too much he burns the pot.
Oh the pasta’s done
I almost forgot!
Where’s Stanley?
Nothing to do but wait, I suppose,
So I’ll twiddle my thumbs and maybe my toes.
I can always put the pasta in the microwave –
Before she died, Mom said cooking can always be saved.
‘Stanley?’
Where are you, Stanley?
Why are you ignoring me?
The message sent has been received
And seen! You do this every time and
Truth be told, Stanley, I am aggrieved.
Say something! Something please,
Yes, no, ANYTHING to set my mind at ease.
Look at what you’ve done – the pasta’s cold
It is just not fair to me when your watch is gold.
I am waiting man, please reply
It’s been half an hour and you are still online.
Who am I to you, Stanley?
What the hell do I have to say
For you to pay attention to me today?
How small am I in the orbs of your
Cold grey empty eyes
The house is stifling hot
And Stanley’s gone.
I guess he just forgot.
It’s just me here.
The Withering Continuum
I – Summer
Summer nights, sweating bedsheets
So hollow
Twisting, turning, swaddling self in damp folds
O lonely burning heart
Thirsting, tearing out of bed through sticky stinking air
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11: KANDAWIRE
- Kandawire is escaping the Palace, to rendezvous with her approaching insurgent convoy:
>The roads passed in a blur of noise, slurred movement and gathering anxiety. Whole sectors seemed to have fractured into a state of confusion, buffeted by both the ferocity of the storm and a gathering sense of inchoate fear. Things had never been quite settled here – there had always been an air of impermanence, of transience. Order had been imposed in the fullest sense by the promise of a better future, rather than the reality of life in the outer city – people were still poor, they were still hungry, and it didn’t take much to scratch below the surface of that to reveal the fear beneath.
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>***‘It all degrades so fast,’ Kandawire mused, looking idly through the condensation-misted viewport.***
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>The groundcars had powered down the main transitways*, looping between empty spires and teeming hab-blocks,* kicking up sprays of snow and slithering about even on their chains. In the established centre, under the imperfect shadow of the mighty Senatorum Imperialis, things were more or less as they always had been, but once they got further out, into the suburban sprawl and semi-solid mass of shanty dwellings, the strictures became looser, and the inhabitants knew a little more about what was going on beyond those semi-complete walls.
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>The Arbites were out in force, though even their lumpen personnel carriers slipped and blew gaskets in this foul gale. A handful of suppressor aircraft battled through the storm, searchlights piercing the gloom in fleeting sweeps. *Some crowds were milling uncertainly – many were heading further in, others seemed to be making for the perimeter sectors, their masked faces lowered against the sto
The interesting part of having a ship with a physical window, you got to ‘see’ FTL travel.
I was probably one of a very small number of living people who’d experienced more than one variety of FTL.
Jumpspace looked like moving through a continuous tunnel of grey flecked with sparks of light that flicked in and out of reality at random.
The Lightfold engine pulsed. It looked like diving through layers of atmosphere, each one a kaleidoscope of colours and brightness. It was harder to look at for long periods of time but it was also much prettier.
According to Snow we had about a Month of this travel. And considering the ship's computer adding an extra digit to how many times the speed of light we were moving, it really emphasized just how far we were going to get to Snow’s home system.
I’d like to say we spent the time relaxing, getting drunk and watching tv. But I was never inclined towards imposed idleness and neither was snow. So when I suggested spending some time in the ascendant plane, Snow was encouraging but also cautional. We didn't know if I could go to and from the ascendant plain from Lightfold so our first experiment was sending me there mid flight and then dropping the ship out. Of Course we needed to set up somewhere for the portal to form, the airlock door served well enough since you could open the inner door and still have the outer door sealing atmosphere in but it also meant that unless the ship was under attack I could come and go without worrying I would suddenly suck Snow into my throne world.
After those succeeded I focussed instead on trying to send my consciousness there without actually moving through a portal. When I went to sleep with the intent to do so I had little trouble appearing in my throne world, like some lucid dream. But I couldn't access other worlds in that manner, I guess that was an invitation only thing.
It was three days into our trip that I found Mary and Ricky inside my throne world returning from the void. Ricky was shaking and trembling, several nasty cuts on his arms and face telling how close he’d come to death, Mary had some small wounds but nothing serious. The firs
... keep reading on reddit ➡I categorized some of the Level 3 Research fragments (one exception where I include a Level 1) here under headings that I thought were clearly (relatively) related. I also included the excepts from the Tali Acheron story (Ichor Orbital Terminus by Z.G. Regis?) since the Level 3's are likely part of that story. They are definitely fragments of a coherent story, and maybe grouping them together like this will help piece together enough to get a decent idea of what is happening.
May be worth noting that the river "Acheron" is basically equivalent in mythology to the River Styx in that it connects the Earth with the Underworld.
I think the Level 3 for the Melted Globe is particularly interesting.
All the Level 3s can be found in the wiki. https://returnal.fandom.com/wiki/Databank
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Energy Manipulator
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Fractal Nail
{]=*;in farewell. Her grip on his hand, a vice. The room had stopped droning with empty words and hollow phrases, but the confusion remained as she returned to consciousness. If this was life, it was not worth living. Nightmare afterimages wavered in the corner of her mind, fading when she blinked away\{|[^
Typhonops
#^;*'/ringing. The rough, wet towel was rubbed over her face. She slurred a vicious invective, blunted by the manufactured chemically-induced sleep still clinging to her awareness. Her shut eyelids filtered the bright lights of the recovery room into muted pink. The shade reminded her of coral. She had been out for twenty\}['=*
Anomos
\*;^/=into silence. She had spoken for an hour, intoning every name of every loss this fruitless endeavor had shucked into a mass grave of dreams. Her dream, however, went on. Everyone was bound up in it now. How and why didn't matter anymore. All that mattered was following that pinprick of light, that beacon she sparked to life by proving}*^[;'/
Melted Globe
*^;.\}new beginnings in a new realm of being. Could this truly be r
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Another thread gave me the idea to ask this, because I'm having trouble thinking of any. Basically, I am asking for examples of theorems, proved before 1900, that prove that an object with some properties exists, but the proof (or the literature surrounding it) does not give an explicit method of obtaining that object. This includes both theorems that prove the existence of a single object, and those that prove that "for all ... there exist ..." by showing that an object exist for each possible input.
What do I mean by explicit? It's a hard question, but I will tentatively try to provide a guideline.
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If it's a string, or a combinatorial object, the proof would provide, or imply an efficient algorithm (say, polynomial time in term of the size of the object), to find it. So not something like "brute force search through this".
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If it's a natural number or rational number, it should be described using a formula with standard arithmetic and combinatorial operations, or part of a recurrence sequence where the recurrence relation has such formula. Combinatorial operations are those of the form "count all objects up to this upper bound such that they satisfies this property" where the property can be easily checked by an efficient algorithm (say, polynomial time in term of the size of the object).
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If it's a real number, there is at least a recurrence sequence where the recurrence relation is provided by an explicit formula using standard functions, or a sequence with an explicit formula. The formula should be sufficiently easy to compute, and the sequence converges fast enough, that time taken to compute decimal digits is at most polynomial.
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If it's an algebraic object, or a geometric object, then there is a standard representation of them using real numbers or natural numbers or strings or combinatorial objects, and we reduce to the previous cases.
Of course, the above guideline isn't perfect, and I can already think of problems. For example, the prime counting function seems explicit enough, but we didn't have an efficient method to check for prime. Any geometry that happened before Descartes probably didn't come with explicit representation in real numbers. But I feel like that guideline should be narrow things enough down to a handful of examples.
What are some examples of non-explicit proof of existence before the 20th century?
After wrecking my brain a bit and search around, I can only think of a few.
A convincing example: Minkowski's theore
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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.
Secret societies of human psychics called greys and invading aliens, aka what happens when the Shil'vati recruit the grain of truth behind the human myths of vampires and sorcerers.
(alternate title: how I stopped freaking out and learned to love the moth mommy)
Part thirty-five: Freak out and chill
Edgar had some very weird dreams prior to waking up.
A four-armed moth woman gnawing his throat open while his skin was peeled off.
Being trapped choking in a room full of smoke choking while a shil’vati woman watched smiling.
The last one was the worst tapped in a box paralysed while being eaten alive by insects wriggling across his skin.
Waking to reality was worse… Much worse.
He was strapped down naked on a gurney, Izabelle on one side and a Triki medic on the other side of the gurney.
“How the hell can you be so calm standing near that.” He demanded telepathically from his mother trying to maintain some tact and control while his more primitive brain structures screamed run.
“That last nightmare was a method of torture the KGB once tried on me.” She said aloud letting the memory flow clear and loud, Edgar nearly vomited at the recollection moving through her mind into his own, he didn’t want the memory but Izabelle didn’t care and pushed it clear into him.
But there was a rebuke mixed into that, he had almost lost control of himself acted irrationally.
The moth woman checked his pulse and passed a kind of sensor wand over his face, the crawling fear was milder but still there at her touch.
“No apparent issues with the sedatives, he’ll be fine.” she Said.
“Now tell me why I should not drag your bound ass to that kind nurses’ home and leave you in the care of her and her sisters for a month to pay you back for this embarrassment.” Growled Izabelle.
Edgar knew it was a hollow threat but still the creeping feeling was still in effect so the Prescence of this other Triki was making him twitchy and nervous.
“The last time I slept with an alien she turned psychic?” he attempted.
Izabelle scowled then looked at the medic, who began to take off her armour and top?
“The operation major Ceris needs you on is on a Triki mining colony, that's what she is by the
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They’re on standbi
A.M.D.G. 25/12/21
The Conscious Physics of Gravity
by
Saul Célere
Part Two
Practical Applications and Examples of The Universal Theory of Gravity
In Part One we expounded the fundamental physico-conscious principles and theory of The Universal Theory of Gravity, and gave a physico-conscious derivation of Newton’s Law of Gravity.
In Part Two we proceed with practical examples of how to apply the theory to real gravitational phenomena. Make sure to read Part One first;
The Earth’s Gravitational Field
Since the Earth is so much larger and more massive than a human, we can usually take the gravitational field near the surface of the Earth to be a constant field with no meaningful loss of accuracy in our calculations.
This is because, for a human sized object, the number of gravitational interactions per second with the Earth’s gravitational field is approximately constant within a few miles of the surface, reducing with height only very slowly. Thus, the force of the field is measured as approximately constant, and therefore, the conscious sensation of the force is also experienced as constant; a kilogram doesn't consciously feel lighter when you're holding it in an airplane at 20,000 feet, compared to when you're holding it standing on the surface of the Earth; the reduction in the number of interactions with gravitons per unit volume due to increased height above the Earth, is so slight that the reduction in force is consciously imperceptible.
Free Space and weightlessness
We must first clear up the possible misconception that when a person or object is existing weightlessly in free space, that they are not within any gravitational field at all, or that the gravitational field is equal to zero. This is not the case.
The Gravitational Field of our Universe permeates the entire Universe, and every massive object in our Universe is always embedded within their local surrounding gravitational field, and, even in deepest space, is in constant gravitational interaction with the surrounding gravitational f
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Nothing, he was gladiator.
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.
Or would that be too forward thinking?
I won't be doing that today!
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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.
Where ever you left it 🤷♀️🤭
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.
