If detonating nuclear weapons in a non-inertial acceleration did create micro-bh’s, what would be an appropriate set of measures to mitigate or prevent damage on the scale of the Indonesian and Japanese earthquakes?
the thunderbirds would probably go for a lie down
wookiemeister said:
the thunderbirds would probably go for a lie down
I suppose if you could pinpoint a series of 9+ quakes to time and location effected the basic plan would be to evacuate those areas. I was vaguely wondering if there might be a means to absorb the concussion.
Postpocelipse said:
If detonating nuclear weapons in a non-inertial acceleration did create micro-bh’s, what would be an appropriate set of measures to mitigate or prevent damage on the scale of the Indonesian and Japanese earthquakes?
Visit a physician, Postpocelipse, about these delusions, or visit a physicist.
mollwollfumble said:
Postpocelipse said:
If detonating nuclear weapons in a non-inertial acceleration did create micro-bh’s, what would be an appropriate set of measures to mitigate or prevent damage on the scale of the Indonesian and Japanese earthquakes?
Visit a physician, Postpocelipse, about these delusions, or visit a physicist.
The question is entirely hypothetical. Stop taking yourselves so seriously.
Postpocelipse said:
If detonating nuclear weapons in a non-inertial acceleration did create micro-bh’s, what would be an appropriate set of measures to mitigate or prevent damage on the scale of the Indonesian and Japanese earthquakes?
Visit a physician, Postpocelipse, about these delusions, or visit a physicist.
The plots for Thunderbirds were all more sensible than that – EVEN the crazy plot where a ship was about to blow up because it was entering a biological contamination zone in the Mediterranean was more sensible. This plot:
Synopsis
In the middle of the Mediterranean Sea was a huge ship called Ocean Pioneer 1. It is carry a highly explosive liquid called Alsterene. On board the ship were three men.
Suddenly a humming sound could be heard by all of them. One man, called Collins, said that the reactor of the ship was over compensating. Slowly the ship disappears into a thick fog and explodes, leaving no survivors.
Six months later, in London, there was a celebration going on for the launching of Ocean Pioneer 2. Lady Penelope had been given the honour of smashing a bottle of champagne against the ship.
After she had launched Ocean Pioneer 2, she contacted Jeff Tracy. She told him that she had checked Ocean Pioneer 2 and found nothing that indicated sabotage.
Despite what Penelope said, Jeff was still unconvinced that there wasn’t anything wrong with Ocean Pioneer 2. His reason was because if Ocean Pioneer 1 could explode for no apparent reason, then Ocean Pioneer 2 could do the same.
Suddenly John reports in to say he has received an emergency distress call. He said that a typhoon had hit an island and the foundations of a hospital where crumbling away putting the patients at terrible risk.
So Scott set off in Thunderbirds One while Virgil and Gordon set off in Thunderbird 2. Alan did not go with them because he had to relieve John from Thunderbird 5 in six hours.
While Scott was on his way, he contacted home on the videophone. However, there was a huge amount of interference and Jeff could not hear Scott. Brain studies the interference on Scott’s video-transmission. Brains determined that to get a good understanding of what had causing the interference, he would have to get a sound recording of it from Thunderbird 5.
Alan and Brains head off in Thunderbird 3, to get to Thunderbird 5.
After everyone had arrived back on Tracy Island, Brains got to work on understanding what had caused the interference. Soon, Brains got a break-through and showed Jeff.
Brains explained that when two chemicals called Alsterene and OD60 come in close contact with each other, they will produce the interference noise. Yet, when they get even closer, they cause an explosion.
They know that Ocean Pioneer 2 is carrying six thousand tones of Alsterene. Brains mentioned that OD60 is commonly used for dog food. Scott looks at a map of the world; he finds that OD60 is found in the golf stream but not in the Mediterranean Sea.
Tin-Tin knew that Lady Penelope would know, as she was the judge for the world’s best dog food competition and OD60 was the winner. So Jeff contacted Penelope.
On Ocean Pioneer 2, the communications had become useless because of the interference and a huge fog had appeared.
At the OD60 headquarters, lady Penelope interviewed Sir Arthur, head of the company. He pointed out that his company had dumped a huge pile of OD60 in the Mediterranean Sea in the hope that it would grow, so that his company can collect OD60 from a closer source.
With this information, Lady Penelope contacts Jeff and tells him there is OD60 in the Mediterranean Sea.
On Tracy Island, Scott tries to contact Ocean Pioneer 2. With no success, they set off knowing that they would be in trouble.
On Ocean Pioneer 2, the reactor had died and it was drifting through the water with no propulsion. Very slowly the air in the cabin started to run out because the reactor had powered the ventilation system to it. The three men were slowly dying.
Soon Thunderbird 1 appeared and landed on Ocean Pioneer 2. Virgil and John were in Thunderbird 2 trying to find ship through the thick fog. They tried to contact Scott but the interference made it hard to hear Scott.
Scott, on Ocean Pioneer 2 heard the engines of Thunderbird 2 and Scott managed to guide Virgil to ship.
Then John was lowered down onto Ocean Pioneer 2 were he assisted Scott to get the crew off. Soon after they leave, Ocean Pioneer 2 explodes.
Is that advice on plot development Moll?
I’d go to 10% over-drive on the turbo encabulator.
Spiny Norman said:
I’d go to 10% over-drive on the turbo encabulator.
Then I think you’d be a casualty of your own stupidity and die with people laughing at you.
Postpocelipse said:
Spiny Norman said:
I’d go to 10% over-drive on the turbo encabulator.
Then I think you’d be a casualty of your own stupidity and die with people laughing at you.
Sorry, I thought we were having a competition to see who could make the daftest post. You were so far ahead I tired to catch up.
Spiny Norman said:
Postpocelipse said:
Spiny Norman said:
I’d go to 10% over-drive on the turbo encabulator.
Then I think you’d be a casualty of your own stupidity and die with people laughing at you.
Sorry, I thought we were having a competition to see who could make the daftest post. You were so far ahead I tired to catch up.
So you didn’t consider the possibility that I may have been researching script material? Your default assumption is that someone is trying to impress you with gibberish?
Your default assumption is that someone is trying to impress you with gibberish?
hmmmm never seen a leopard change its spots yet.
Postpocelipse said:
Spiny Norman said:
Postpocelipse said:Then I think you’d be a casualty of your own stupidity and die with people laughing at you.
Sorry, I thought we were having a competition to see who could make the daftest post. You were so far ahead I tired to catch up.
So you didn’t consider the possibility that I may have been researching script material? Your default assumption is that someone is trying to impress you with gibberish?
Are we still playing?
ChrispenEvan said:
Your default assumption is that someone is trying to impress you with gibberish?hmmmm never seen a leopard change its spots yet.
you aren’t talking to a leopard.
Spiny Norman said:
Postpocelipse said:
Spiny Norman said:Sorry, I thought we were having a competition to see who could make the daftest post. You were so far ahead I tired to catch up.
So you didn’t consider the possibility that I may have been researching script material? Your default assumption is that someone is trying to impress you with gibberish?
Are we still playing?
Who’s playing? I’m considering my retirement hobbies.
Spiny Norman said:
Postpocelipse said:
Spiny Norman said:
I’d go to 10% over-drive on the turbo encabulator.
Then I think you’d be a casualty of your own stupidity and die with people laughing at you.
Sorry, I thought we were having a competition to see who could make the daftest post. You were so far ahead I tired to catch up.
Giant humanoid robots with human pilots…
furious said:
- what would be an appropriate set of measures to mitigate or prevent damage on the scale of the Indonesian and Japanese earthquakes?
Giant humanoid robots with human pilots…
Doesn’t captivate me….
brains and captain scarlet get kidnapped by Father Christmas and taken to the temple of doom via the newly privatised thundebird 2 where they are forced at gunpoint whilst high on LSD to draft a speech for mr abbots maiden speech at the lunatic asylum.
Postpocelipse said:
furious said:
- what would be an appropriate set of measures to mitigate or prevent damage on the scale of the Indonesian and Japanese earthquakes?
Giant humanoid robots with human pilots…
Doesn’t captivate me….
No scientific argument available for script development.
wookiemeister said:
brains and captain scarlet get kidnapped by Father Christmas and taken to the temple of doom via the newly privatised thundebird 2 where they are forced at gunpoint whilst high on LSD to draft a speech for mr abbots maiden speech at the lunatic asylum.
if I was serious about making it a thunderbird script I’d maybe go with that but wouldn’t involve abbott.
If an electromagnetic pulse equivalent to that of a detonation were discharged in the material toward the core would this be enough to precipitate quakes of 9+ proportion? Would a deep core EM pulse provide both a plausible earthquake precipitator and micro-bh evaporation?
Postpocelipse said:
If detonating nuclear weapons in a non-inertial acceleration did create micro-bh’s, what would be an appropriate set of measures to mitigate or prevent damage on the scale of the Indonesian and Japanese earthquakes?
Well I guess if this were true then just about any old magic would be able to solve the problem.
diddly-squat said:
Postpocelipse said:
If detonating nuclear weapons in a non-inertial acceleration did create micro-bh’s, what would be an appropriate set of measures to mitigate or prevent damage on the scale of the Indonesian and Japanese earthquakes?
Well I guess if this were true then just about any old magic would be able to solve the problem.
Who is talking about true? ‘I’ ‘am’ ‘considering’ ‘the’ ‘content’ ‘of’ ‘a’ ‘script’.
Why would I want it to be anything but plausible?
the premise isn’t plausible.
ChrispenEvan said:
the premise isn’t plausible.
to who’s level of understanding of physics? maybe giving younger people the wrong answer in a dramatic way might develop an investigative level of interest in the subject.
ok
name earthquake you have predicted here
god you talk some crap.
wookiemeister said:
okname earthquake you have predicted here
wtf are you talking about?
well if your theory had any bones couldn’t you offer at least one earthquake for us to slake our thirst for proof?
ChrispenEvan said:
god you talk some crap.
If you say so. You can’t answer a simple question and draw meaningless conclusions.
wookiemeister said:
well if your theory had any bones couldn’t you offer at least one earthquake for us to slake our thirst for proof?
what fucking theory?????
wookiemeister said:
well if your theory had any bones couldn’t you offer at least one earthquake for us to slake our thirst for proof?
what fucking theory?????
does the family court know that you are unstable?
Postpocelipse said:
wookiemeister said:
well if your theory had any bones couldn’t you offer at least one earthquake for us to slake our thirst for proof?
what fucking theory?????
of course that is supposing all that story is even true.
Postpocelipse said:
wookiemeister said:
well if your theory had any bones couldn’t you offer at least one earthquake for us to slake our thirst for proof?
what fucking theory?????
I’ve decided to turn a conclusion I’d drawn and hidden away in the back of my head because it’s consequences were disturbing into a larger psychological and scientific scenario that I might take time to dramatise if I found the time and technical plausibility.
ChrispenEvan said:
of course that is supposing all that story is even true.
every word of it
the wolves are gathering and circling postie
if you say so wookie. After the shit you dribble you think I’m concerned with your hypothesis on my diagnosis. I have very good relationships with every psychologist I’ve consulted.
Postpocelipse said:
ChrispenEvan said:
the premise isn’t plausible.
to who’s level of understanding of physics? maybe giving younger people the wrong answer in a dramatic way might develop an investigative level of interest in the subject.
My point is that if you want to invoke that particular story line then you are free to do just about anything you want… You could have aliens save the day if you wanted.
diddly-squat said:
Postpocelipse said:
ChrispenEvan said:
the premise isn’t plausible.
to who’s level of understanding of physics? maybe giving younger people the wrong answer in a dramatic way might develop an investigative level of interest in the subject.
My point is that if you want to invoke that particular story line then you are free to do just about anything you want… You could have aliens save the day if you wanted.
Why would I want that? The more genuine terms and and references I could include the more material there would be to look up.
ChrispenEvan said:
does the family court know that you are unstable?
barbs like this make you sound ignorant and conceited.
Postpocelipse said:
wookiemeister said:
the thunderbirds would probably go for a lie down
I suppose if you could pinpoint a series of 9+ quakes to time and location effected the basic plan would be to evacuate those areas. I was vaguely wondering if there might be a means to absorb the concussion.
They would do it woodenly and with some entertaining quips!
And they would save the world!
Would a “White Hole” do this?
no. and neither will micro BHs.
furious said:
- what would be an appropriate set of measures to mitigate or prevent damage on the scale of the Indonesian and Japanese earthquakes?
Giant humanoid robots with human pilots…
Don’t Eva make such a post again
ChrispenEvan said:
Would a “White Hole” do this?no. and neither will micro BHs.
at least micro-bh’s are a tangible likelihood. It still hasn’t registered on you that any material that might come from this is not intended for your consumption? What impresses you is of little importance to a creative process I have chosen to explore. Your opinion on me or the subjects I choose to contemplate has no technical relevance anywhere but in your mind. Enjoy your weekend darlin……….
thanks, i will. and i’ll also comment whenever i feel like it on you and your posts.
ChrispenEvan said:
thanks, i will. and i’ll also comment whenever i feel like it on you and your posts.
You can do whatever you like. I didn’t say otherwise. If you think you are going to be taken seriously then that’s a shame. From the beginning on SSSF I made certain that I was not taken seriously. I thought this appropriate after observing some of the back and forth around the place. I assure you I am quite deliberate on what impressions I intend to project. You can measure a person by how close to the genuine mark a person comes when you pass yourself off as a fool. Some people round here have done ok on that count. I primarily measure a person from their level of tolerance of others. It is easy to be factually correct when the bulk of your knowledge is the work of others supplied to you in an appropriate setting. Doesn’t follow that I have any interest in your subsequent opinions.
I know what a non inertial frame of reference is but I don’t know what non inertial acceleration is I’m afraid
Dropbear said:
I know what a non inertial frame of reference is but I don’t know what non inertial acceleration is I’m afraid
I wasn’t sure off the top of my head how many non-inertial FoR’s there are so I constructed a phrase intended to indicate gravitation.
Postpocelipse said:
ChrispenEvan said:
thanks, i will. and i’ll also comment whenever i feel like it on you and your posts.
You can do whatever you like. I didn’t say otherwise. If you think you are going to be taken seriously then that’s a shame. From the beginning on SSSF I made certain that I was not taken seriously. I thought this appropriate after observing some of the back and forth around the place. I assure you I am quite deliberate on what impressions I intend to project. You can measure a person by how close to the genuine mark a person comes when you pass yourself off as a fool. Some people round here have done ok on that count. I primarily measure a person from their level of tolerance of others. It is easy to be factually correct when the bulk of your knowledge is the work of others supplied to you in an appropriate setting. Doesn’t follow that I have any interest in your subsequent opinions.
ETTO
you forget i have seen your meltdown here. and on the science forum. and on sciforums. so your lame excuses are just that. lame. you are not fooling anyone. you are a deluded fool who knows naff all about science.
ChrispenEvan said:
you forget i have seen your meltdown here. and on the science forum. and on sciforums. so your lame excuses are just that. lame. you are not fooling anyone. you are a deluded fool who knows naff all about science.
if you say so it MUST BE TRUE!!!! I’ll spell it out one more time for you. I spent 4 years not being able to get a word in edgewise with my son’s mother. I decided I’d get on a science forum for 3 purposes. To begin constructing more than yes/no sentences as I had been for 4 years, to re-engage socially and to learn more about things I hadn’t had the opportunity to study in depth. In that order. When I got online I saw people being mocked and belittled simply because they thought they could think outside the box. I decided it would be very therapeutic for me to have a vent at people who shout others down(you can thank my son’s mother for that sentiment primarily) so I set about addressing all my questions as obtusely as conveniently achievable with the overall mood I was experiencing at home. This was extremely entertaining for me at a time when I had little joy in my life.
Believe what you choose. You don’t know anything about me past the words and sentences I have supplied for my own purposes. If you think that provides you with any facts more tangible than an ignorant opinion more fool you sonny jim.
just more bullshit.
ChrispenEvan said:
just more bullshit.
I don’t understand what he’s typing most of the time but its not harming anyone and we all type lots of bullshit on here and others seem to mind.
ChrispenEvan said:
just more bullshit.
Are you looking for a story that satisfies you or something?
Postpocelipse said:
ChrispenEvan said:
you forget i have seen your meltdown here. and on the science forum. and on sciforums. so your lame excuses are just that. lame. you are not fooling anyone. you are a deluded fool who knows naff all about science.
if you say so it MUST BE TRUE!!!! I’ll spell it out one more time for you. I spent 4 years not being able to get a word in edgewise with my son’s mother. I decided I’d get on a science forum for 3 purposes. To begin constructing more than yes/no sentences as I had been for 4 years, to re-engage socially and to learn more about things I hadn’t had the opportunity to study in depth. In that order. When I got online I saw people being mocked and belittled simply because they thought they could think outside the box. I decided it would be very therapeutic for me to have a vent at people who shout others down(you can thank my son’s mother for that sentiment primarily) so I set about addressing all my questions as obtusely as conveniently achievable with the overall mood I was experiencing at home. This was extremely entertaining for me at a time when I had little joy in my life.
Believe what you choose. You don’t know anything about me past the words and sentences I have supplied for my own purposes. If you think that provides you with any facts more tangible than an ignorant opinion more fool you sonny jim.
I never saw any mocking or belittling for “thinking outside the box”
I did however see a lot of people get very defensive when suggested to them that even a highschool level of understanding of what science is and how it works illustrates that their own personal theories were just nonsense.
The important thing to remember is that in science opinion is of no consequence… all that matters is how closely your observations mach your model.
because this is to do with science. i like science. i resent dickheads thinking they are doing science when all they really are doing is just making stuff up to look smart. so i say something. and while he is free to post whatever he likes i am also free to post whatever i like.
don’t
ChrispenEvan said:
because this is to do with science. i like science. i resent dickheads thinking they are doing science when all they really are doing is just making stuff up to look smart. so i say something. and while he is free to post whatever he likes i am also free to post whatever i like.
True
agree diddly. a totally incorrect view of what happened on the old sssf. we only mocked those who wouldn’t listen.
Cymek said:
ChrispenEvan said:
just more bullshit.
I don’t understand what he’s typing most of the time but its not harming anyone and we all type lots of bullshit on here and others seem to mind.
I got bored with my game about a year and a half ago. Most of the reason I’ve spent time here is simply to expand and develop my vocabulary. I paint and I have a vivid imagination. I have an interest in science but have only educated myself in the area. I’ve never claimed otherwise except to get under the skin of those who get under mine.
Postpocelipse said:
Cymek said:
ChrispenEvan said:
just more bullshit.
I don’t understand what he’s typing most of the time but its not harming anyone and we all type lots of bullshit on here and others seem to mind.
I got bored with my game about a year and a half ago. Most of the reason I’ve spent time here is simply to expand and develop my vocabulary. I paint and I have a vivid imagination. I have an interest in science but have only educated myself in the area. I’ve never claimed otherwise except to get under the skin of those who get under mine.
What game was that ?
On one of your science threads I posted that you should see a doctor cos you were coming across as a nutter. I am glad to hear you are not a nutter but just like to play games on the Internet trying to sound like one. Carry on in sanity.
ChrispenEvan said:
agree diddly. a totally incorrect view of what happened on the old sssf. we only mocked those who wouldn’t listen.
it’s just a typical persecution complex response…
and to be fair… I think we only really mocked those that absolutely refused to listen to reason (despite numerous efforts to talk them around)
diddly-squat said:
ChrispenEvan said:
agree diddly. a totally incorrect view of what happened on the old sssf. we only mocked those who wouldn’t listen.
it’s just a typical persecution complex response…
and to be fair… I think we only really mocked those that absolutely refused to listen to reason (despite numerous efforts to talk them around)
That’s the way I remember it and most if not all of them gave it back often with insults about peoples fat mommas
it also has to be remembered that we always took someones argument apart. it was up to them to defend it. it wasn’t done out of spite but to test it.
10min of one of the most enlightening presentations I’ve ever listened to.
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=EYPapE-3FRw
ChrispenEvan said:
because this is to do with science. i like science. i resent dickheads thinking they are doing science when all they really are doing is just making stuff up to look smart. so i say something. and while he is free to post whatever he likes i am also free to post whatever i like.
what is to do with science? Fiction? How many childrens movies are entirely implausible? Micro-bh’s aren’t fictional. Why shouldn’t I ask questions to include as close to plausible material as is possible? I definitely didn’t bring my resentments to the table. Why should I cop it from you?
ChrispenEvan said:
agree diddly. a totally incorrect view of what happened on the old sssf. we only mocked those who wouldn’t listen.
This may have been a factor I wasn’t in the mood to show consideration for at the time.
AwesomeO said:
On one of your science threads I posted that you should see a doctor cos you were coming across as a nutter. I am glad to hear you are not a nutter but just like to play games on the Internet trying to sound like one. Carry on in sanity.
:) you also.
gotta love Richard. a truly inspiring man.
ChrispenEvan said:
it also has to be remembered that we always took someones argument apart. it was up to them to defend it. it wasn’t done out of spite but to test it.
I’m well aware now that there was years of history to the circumstances I walked into in a mood for a grudge. At the time I just felt like venting after a lifetime of bottling things up. I will say that I was entirely indiscriminate in this and never singled anyone out who didn’t step up for it.
I can cop just about any direct insult like water off a ducks back but when people I’ve never met other than in this verbal context begin making comments regarding my family matters I feel obliged to set the record straight. I have strong views on respect for family and would prefer not to be continually divesting my mind of murderous thoughts. I wouldn’t have stuck around at all if I didn’t like the company. I apologise if testing peoples character with my antics has been invasive. I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed a lot of it however…….
murderous thoughts
I like the sound of that
wookiemeister said:
murderous thoughtsI like the sound of that
They are a lot of fun until you find yourself on the other end of acting out without knowing how you got there.
….. Dingo scratched his head the way only the best service technicians do. Then he dashed out the door. Bessie, his electric supercar, jumped into life as he stabbed the throttle. Would he get to there in time. Nobody would know for decades. Professor Kermutledge was crazy. Genius type crazy wasn’t what he’d expected. Accidental DM micro-bh’s were one thing. Magnetically containing a falling thermo-nuclear detonation would increase the efficiency of DM mass produced to 100%. And Kermutledge had a 200 megaton device……
Postpocelipse said:
….. Dingo scratched his head the way only the best service technicians do. Then he dashed out the door. Woocket, his electric supercar, jumped into life as he stabbed the throttle. Would he get to there in time. Nobody would know for decades. Professor Kermutledge was crazy. Genius type crazy wasn’t what he’d expected. Accidental DM micro-bh’s were one thing. Magnetically containing a falling thermo-nuclear detonation would increase the efficiency of DM mass produced to 100%. And Kermutledge had a 200 megaton device……
The lane lines blurred and dopplered as Woocket adjusted to the bends and intermittent traffic on the highway. Dingo enjoyed tunnel vision but only the kind acceleration provided. Dingo had known the public wasn’t ready for the data he’d retrieved from Tony Abbott’s and Joe Hockey’s security retinal scans. Politicians had evolved. The mechanism that inverts the message the retina sends now processed the sight of the politically gened into permanent tunnel vision. It didn’t go back very far. Shortly after the 1940’s a gene appeared in the offspring of succesful politicians. It skipped generations like balding, passed down through the y chromosome. The genes development had kept pace with the Cold War and seemed to have become stabilised when Thatcher was in power. If they had used retinal scanning at her time he wouldn’t have had to access her DNA and rebuild her eyes. Dingo’s knowledge in rebuilding eyes from a person’s DNA didn’t save Abbott’s left eye in the end though. He’d taken it as a promise. He was going to undo what that Lib government did in the mid 2010’s.
Dingo hadn’t taken long to figure out the national broadband network they went ahead with had ‘counter-terrorism measures’ installed. Using cheap chinese components in areas they had believed weren’t strategic had allowed him access to their networks and by the time they updated the hardware Dingo had penetrated their software deeply enough to maintain backdoors indefinitely. He knew everything about them and because he knew every component of their surveillance they knew nothing of him.
The gene had globally stabilised by the end of the Cold War but about the time of the Abbott government it had become self aware. Covert measures had been taken to domesticate the population. The community had become Homo-Suppllicant to the ruling classes Homo-Superious, ridden like a New Zealand sheep by industry.
The general population never remembered the criminals he took off the street. It had registered in the data collected by the government but keeping his prisoners alive had left them little information to draw any conclusions from. Their own blood paid for the food he supplied them and after studying it he knew he’d find an answer to the evolutionary path humans had taken.That would mean nothing if he didn’t get to Kermutledge in time……
Postpocelipse said:
Postpocelipse said:
You’ll have to make any long term preferences known now wookie….>
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….. Dingo scratched his head the way only the best service technicians do. Then he dashed out the door. Woocket, his electric supercar, jumped into life as he stabbed the throttle. Would he get there in time. Nobody would know for decades except him and Kermutledge. Professor Kermutledge was crazy. Genius type crazy wasn’t what he’d expected. Accidental DM micro-bh’s were one thing. Magnetically containing a falling thermo-nuclear detonation would increase the efficiency of DM mass produced to 100%. And Kermutledge had a 200 megaton device……
The lane lines blurred and dopplered as Woocket adjusted to the bends and intermittent traffic on the highway. Dingo enjoyed tunnel vision but only the kind acceleration provided. Dingo had known the public wasn’t ready for the data he’d retrieved from Tony Abbott’s and Joe Hockey’s security retinal scans. Politicians had evolved. The mechanism that inverts the message the retina sends now processed the sight of the politically gened into permanent tunnel vision. It didn’t go back very far. Shortly after the 1940’s a gene appeared in the offspring of succesful politicians. It skipped generations like balding, passed down through the y chromosome. The genes development had kept pace with the Cold War and seemed to have become stabilised when Thatcher was in power. If they had used retinal scanning at her time he wouldn’t have had to access her DNA and rebuild her eyes. Dingo’s knowledge in rebuilding eyes from a person’s DNA didn’t save Abbott’s left eye in the end though. He’d taken it as a promise. He was going to undo what that Lib government did in the mid 2010’s.
Dingo hadn’t taken long to figure out the national broadband network they went ahead with had ‘counter-terrorism measures’ installed. Using cheap chinese components in areas they had believed weren’t strategic had allowed him access to their networks and by the time they updated the hardware Dingo had penetrated their software deeply enough to maintain backdoors indefinitely. He knew everything about them and because he knew every component of their surveillance they knew nothing of him.
The gene had globally stabilised by the end of the Cold War but about the time of the Abbott government it had become self aware. Covert measures had been taken to domesticate the population. The community had become Homo-Suppllicant to the ruling classes Homo-Superious, ridden like a New Zealand sheep by industry.
The general population never remembered the criminals he took off the street. It had registered in the data collected by the government but keeping his prisoners alive had left them little information to draw any conclusions from. His prisoners own blood paid for the food he supplied them and after studying it he knew he’d find an answer to the evolutionary path humans had taken.That would mean nothing if he didn’t get to Kermutledge in time……
back in the basement he paced around like a man on fire
sat in the middle sat a heath robinson device , wires, tubes, sweating explosive, it was his masterpiece that they told him no one could DIY, he called it “Bessie” a nuclear device named after an ex girlfriend
wookiemeister said:
In his basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire. Technically he was, at least, his blood was. His DNA stabilising serum had allowed the introduction of heavy metals into the fabric of his nervous sytem. His thoughts and reactions were super-conducted. If he allowed his heart rate to rise his blood became an oxygen-hydrogen plasma as the decay of the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced the iron in his blood accelerated.The basement wasn’t your average suburban issue either. In the middle sat a heath robinson device , wires, tubes, sweating explosive, it was his masterpiece that they told him no one could DIY, he called it “Bessie” a nuclear device named after an ex girlfriend
… to be continued.
Postpocelipse said:
wookiemeister said:
In his basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire. Technically he was, at least, his blood was. His DNA stabilising serum had allowed the introduction of heavy metals into the fabric of his nervous sytem. His thoughts and reactions were super-conducted. If he allowed his heart rate to rise his blood became an oxygen-hydrogen plasma as the decay of the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced the iron in his blood accelerated. he could hear everything, the creaking pipes and the television next door through a wall and 6 feet of earth – he was invincible.The basement wasn’t your average suburban issue either. In the middle sat a heath robinson device , wires, tubes, sweating explosive, it was his masterpiece that they told him no one could DIY, he called it “Bessie” a nuclear device named after an ex girlfriend.
… to be continued.
wookiemeister said:
Postpocelipse said:
wookiemeister said:
In his basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire. Technically he was, at least, his blood was. His DNA stabilising serum had allowed the introduction of heavy metals into the fabric of his nervous sytem. His thoughts and reactions were super-conducted. If he allowed his heart rate to rise his blood became an oxygen-hydrogen plasma as the decay of the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced the iron in his blood accelerated. he could hear everything, the creaking pipes and the television next door through a wall and 6 feet of earth – he was invincible. He was still paying his mother rent so he’d fallen short of omnipotent but there was ample time to address that in his new physical reality.The basement wasn’t your average suburban issue either. In the middle sat a heath robinson device , wires, tubes, sweating explosive, it was his masterpiece that they told him no one could DIY, he called it “Bessie” a nuclear device named after an ex girlfriend.
… to be continued.
wookiemeister said:
Postpocelipse said:
wookiemeister said:
In his basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire. Technically he was, at least, his blood was. His DNA stabilising serum had allowed the introduction of heavy metals into the fabric of his nervous sytem. His thoughts and reactions were super-conducted. If he allowed his heart rate to rise his blood became an oxygen-hydrogen plasma as the decay of the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced the iron in his blood accelerated. He could see in IR, could hear everything out to the horizon, could feel the ebb of the tide – he was invincible. He still paid his mother rent so he’d fallen short of omnipotent. That would take longer term planning.The basement wasn’t your average suburban issue either. In the middle sat a heath robinson device , wires, tubes, sweating explosive, it was his masterpiece, they’d told him no one could DIY. He called it “Battie Blue” the name he’d thought of an ex girlfriend by.
In his basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire. Technically he was, at least, his blood was. His DNA stabilising serum had allowed the introduction of heavy metals into the fabric of his nervous sytem. His thoughts and reactions were super-conducted. If he allowed his heart rate to rise his blood became an oxygen-hydrogen plasma as the decay of the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced the iron in his blood accelerated. He could see in IR, could hear everything out to the horizon, could feel the ebb of the tide – he was invincible. He still paid his mother rent so he’d fallen short of omnipotent. That would take longer term planning.
The basement wasn’t your average suburban issue either. In the middle sat a heath robinson device , wires, tubes, sweating explosive, it was his masterpiece, they’d told him no one could DIY. He called it “Battie Blue” the name he’d thought of an ex girlfriend by. It would bring about the new age in which he would be god. The women he would take from the survivors would raise his super-spawn. He could engineer an army of clones but that wouldn’t have that human touch.
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Postpocelipse said:
In his basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire. Technically he was, at least, his blood was. His DNA stabilising serum had allowed the introduction of heavy metals into the fabric of his nervous sytem. His thoughts and reactions were super-conducted. If he allowed his heart rate to rise his blood became an oxygen-hydrogen plasma as the decay of the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced the iron in his blood accelerated. He could see in IR, could hear everything out to the horizon, could feel the ebb of the tide – he was invincible. He still paid his mother rent so he’d fallen short of omnipotent. That would take longer term planning.The basement wasn’t your average suburban issue either. In the middle sat a heath robinson device , wires, tubes, sweating explosive, it was his masterpiece, they’d told him no one could DIY. He called it “The Beast” the name of an ex girlfriend . It would bring about the new age in which he would be god. The women he would take from the survivors would raise his super-spawn, vast warehouses like a sultan’s harem wriggling with shapely busty women.
wookiemeister said:
Postpocelipse said:
In the darkeness of his mothers basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire. Technically he was, at least, his “super” blood was. thanks to the injection of DNA stabilising serum. soon the introduction of heavy metals infused into the fabric of his nervous sytem. His thoughts and reactions were super-conducted. If he allowed his heart rate to rise his blood became an oxygen-hydrogen plasma as the decay of the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced the iron in his blood accelerated. He could see in IR, could hear everything out to the horizon thanks to his supersonic hearing, could feel the ebb of the tide – he was invincible. That stupid bitch upstairs would rue the day she laughed at his plans and banished him downstairs ; “Did you hear that mother?!”The few windows of his living space were covered in newspaper discouraging visitors and onlookers save the odd cat that defecated next to a crack that allowed just enough air in. bathed in a blue light , the centrepiece sat a curious heath robinson device , winking lights, wires, tubes, sweating explosive, it was his masterpiece. He called it “The Beast” after his short lived ex girlfriend. The beast would bring a new order to the world, a new age in which he would be god. from the survivors he would take the women to nourish and suckle his super-spawn, vast warehouses like a sultan’s harem wriggling with shapely busty women.
wookiemeister said:
wookiemeister said:
Postpocelipse said:
In the darkeness of his mothers basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire. His “super” blood helped him climb the lofty peaks of the far unchartered landscapes known to the masters of the universe. After the injection came the pain the all absorbing pain ,heavy metals seeped into the fabric of his mind like tendrils. Hand and mind were super-conducted, blood became an chemical ticking time bomb thanks to the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced his humanity. Lo! the call of the horizon, supersonic hearing gripped his mind, the ebb of the tide – he was invincible. He sat down wrapping a cardigan around his gaunt frame; that stupid bitch upstairs would payfor the day she laughed at his plans and banished him downstairs ; “Did you hear that mother?!”The few windows of his living space were covered in newspaper discouraging visitors and onlookers save the odd cat that defecated next to a crack that allowed just enough air in. bathed in a blue light , the centrepiece sat a curious heath robinson device , winking lights, wires, tubes, a casing of sweating explosive that housed the plutonium. it was his masterpiece. He called it “The Beast” after his short lived ex girlfriend. The beast would bring a new order to the world, a new age in which he would be god. from the survivors he would take the women to nourish and suckle his super-spawn, vast warehouses like a sultan’s harem wriggling with shapely busty women.
In the darkeness of his mothers basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire, “super” blood helped him climb the lofty peaks of the far unchartered landscapes known to the masters of the universe. After the injection came the pain the all absorbing pain , metallic ions seeped into the fabric of his mind like tendrils. Hand and mind once super-conducted with ionic plasma blood became the chemical cocktail of a ticking time bomb thanks to the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced his humanity. Lo! the call of the horizon, supersonic hearing gripped his mind, the ebb of time and tide – he was invincible! Finished, he sat down wrapping a cardigan around his gaunt frame; that stupid bitch mocking his plans would get hers one day; “Did you hear that mother?!”, he cried at the ceiling wishing he could stuff his oily wipe rag into her mouth.
The few windows of his living space were covered in newspaper discouraging visitors and onlookers save the odd cat that defecated next to a crack that allowed just enough air in. bathed in a blue light , the centrepiece sat a curious heath robinson device , winking lights, wires, tubes, a casing of sweating explosive that housed the plutonium. it was his masterpiece. He called it “The Beast” after his short lived ex girlfriend. The beast would bring a new order to the world, a new age in which he would be god. from the survivors he would take the women to nourish and suckle his super-spawn, vast warehouses like a sultan’s harem wriggling with shapely busty women.
shhhh
I think Wookie is Posty whispering.
In the darkeness of his mothers basement Charlie ‘fuck til’ya chuck’ Sheen paced around like a man on fire. His “tiger” blood helped him climb the lofty peaks of the far unchartered landscapes known to the masters of the universe. After the injection came the pain the all absorbing pain ,heavy metals seeped into the fabric of his mind like tendrils. Hand and mind were super-conducted, blood became an chemical ticking time bomb thanks to the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced his humanity. Lo! the call of the horizon, supersonic hearing gripped his mind, the ebb of the tide – he was invincible. He sat down wrapping a cardigan around his gaunt frame. Old Snr, the man from the tin can upstairs would payfor the day he laughed at his plans and banished him downstairs ; “Did you hear that mother?!”
The few windows of his living space were covered in newspaper discouraging visitors and onlookers save the odd cat that defecated next to a crack that allowed just enough air in. bathed in a blue light , the centrepiece sat a curious heath robinson device , winking lights, wires, tubes, a casing of sweating explosive that would house the plutonium. it was his masterpiece. He called it “The Beast” after his short lived ex girlfriend. The beast would bring a new order to the world, a new age in which he would be god. From the survivors he would take the women to nourish and suckle his super-spawn, vast warehouses like a sultan’s harem wriggling with shapely busty women.
Next to The Beast on the bondage rack………
Witty Rejoinder said:
shhhhI think Wookie is Posty whispering.
Seems that way
wookiemeister said:
In the darkeness of his mothers basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire, “super” blood helped him climb the lofty peaks of the far unchartered landscapes known to the masters of the universe. After the injection came the pain the all absorbing pain , metallic ions seeped into the fabric of his mind like tendrils. Hand and mind once super-conducted with ionic plasma blood became the chemical cocktail of a ticking time bomb thanks to the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced his humanity. Lo! the call of the horizon, supersonic hearing gripped his mind, the ebb of time and tide – he was invincible! Finished, he sat down wrapping a cardigan around his gaunt frame; that stupid bitch mocking his plans would get hers one day; “Did you hear that mother?!”, he cried at the ceiling wishing he could stuff his oily wipe rag into her mouth.
The few windows of his living space were covered in newspaper discouraging visitors and onlookers save the odd cat that defecated next to a crack that allowed just enough air in. bathed in a blue light , the centrepiece sat a curious heath robinson device , winking lights, wires, tubes, a casing of sweating explosive that housed the plutonium. it was his masterpiece. He called it “The Beast” after his short lived ex girlfriend. The beast would bring a new order to the world, a new age in which he would be god. from the survivors he would take the women to nourish and suckle his super-spawn, vast warehouses like a sultan’s harem wriggling with shapely busty women – he would become the beautiful monster that only dreams were made of
Postpocelipse said:
In the darkeness of his mothers basement Charlie ‘fuck til’ya chuck’ Sheen paced around like a man on fire. His “tiger” blood helped him climb the lofty peaks of the far unchartered landscapes known to the masters of the universe. After the injection came the pain the all absorbing pain ,heavy metals seeped into the fabric of his mind like tendrils. Hand and mind were super-conducted, blood became an chemical ticking time bomb thanks to the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced his humanity. Lo! the call of the horizon, supersonic hearing gripped his mind, the ebb of the tide – he was invincible. He sat down wrapping a cardigan around his gaunt frame. Old Snr, the man from the tin can upstairs would payfor the day he laughed at his plans and banished him downstairs ; “Did you hear that mother?!”The few windows of his living space were covered in newspaper discouraging visitors and onlookers save the odd cat that defecated next to a crack that allowed just enough air in. bathed in a blue light , the centrepiece sat a curious heath robinson device , winking lights, wires, tubes, a casing of sweating explosive that would house the plutonium. it was his masterpiece. He called it “The Beast” after his short lived ex girlfriend. The beast would bring a new order to the world, a new age in which he would be god. From the survivors he would take the women to nourish and suckle his super-spawn, vast warehouses like a sultan’s harem wriggling with shapely busty women.
Next to The Beast on the bondage rack………
CrazyNeutrino said:
!http://cdn.funnie.st/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/the-fatest-woman-in-the-world21.jpg
is that a smile?
we could develop a pulp fiction approach?
wookiemeister said:
we could develop a pulp fiction approach?
the last depiction looked pulpy.
CrazyNeutrino said:
Postpocelipse said:
In the darkeness of his mothers basement Charlie ‘fuck til’ya chuck’ Sheen paced around like a man on fire. His “tiger” blood helped him climb the lofty peaks of the far unchartered landscapes known to the masters of the universe. After the injection came the pain the all absorbing pain ,heavy metals seeped into the fabric of his mind like tendrils. Hand and mind were super-conducted, blood became an chemical ticking time bomb thanks to the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced his humanity. Lo! the call of the horizon, supersonic hearing gripped his mind, the ebb of the tide – he was invincible. He sat down wrapping a cardigan around his gaunt frame. Old Snr, the man from the tin can upstairs would payfor the day he laughed at his plans and banished him downstairs ; “Did you hear that mother?!”The few windows of his living space were covered in newspaper discouraging visitors and onlookers save the odd cat that defecated next to a crack that allowed just enough air in. bathed in a blue light , the centrepiece sat a curious heath robinson device , winking lights, wires, tubes, a casing of sweating explosive that would house the plutonium. it was his masterpiece. He called it “The Beast” after his short lived ex girlfriend. The beast would bring a new order to the world, a new age in which he would be god. From the survivors he would take the women to nourish and suckle his super-spawn, vast warehouses like a sultan’s harem wriggling with shapely busty women.
Next to The Beast on the bondage rack………
!http://cdn.funnie.st/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/the-fatest-woman-in-the-world21.jpg
I just cracked a rib……… :P
wookiemeister said:
we could develop a pulp fiction approach?
sculpt-fiction?
CrazyNeutrino said:
!http://cdn.funnie.st/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/the-fatest-woman-in-the-world21.jpgThat needed a warning. I’m going to have to throw sulphuric acid into my eyes now.
Michael V said:
CrazyNeutrino said:!http://cdn.funnie.st/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/the-fatest-woman-in-the-world21.jpgThat needed a warning. I’m going to have to throw sulphuric acid into my eyes now.
this should provide temporary relief. Avoid allowing your gaze to rest on Twinkies for 24hrs.
ok another edit
In the darkeness of the basement Kermutledge paced around like a man on fire, the “super” blood helped him climb the lofty peaks of the far unchartered landscapes known to the masters of the universe and he writhed in orgiastic ecstasy. Eons ago after the injection came the pain the all absorbing pain , metallic ions seeping into the fabric of his mind like tendrils. Hand and mind once super-conducted with ionic energy became the evil frenetic chemical cocktail of a ticking time bomb thanks to the rutherfordium isotope that had replaced his humanity mixed up with gatorade. Lo! the call of the horizon beckoned, supersonic hearing knocked at the doors of his mind, the ebb of time and tide – he was invincible!!!!!!!! Finished…… sweating…….. he sat down wrapping a cardigan around his gaunt and naked frame; that stupid bitch would get hers one day; “Did you hear that mother?!”, he bellowed at the ceiling shaking his fist just wishing he could stuff his oily wipe rag into her mouth.
The few windows of his living space were spread with Chinese newspapers discouraging visitors and onlookers save the odd cat that defecated next to a crack that allowed just enough air in. There……. in the newly formed calm ,bathed in a blue starlight sat the centrepiece, lodestone of his prayers – a curious heath robinson device , winking, spaghetti wiring, huffing tubes, a casing of sweating explosive that housed the plutonium. It was his masterpiece – he called it “The Beast” after a particularly angry short lived ex girlfriend who would periodically visit. The beast would bring a new order to the world, a new age in which he would be god; from the survivors he would take the women to nourish and suckle his super-spawn, vast warehouses like a sultan’s harem wriggling with shapely busty women – he would become the beautiful monster that only few would dare to dream.
…… cut to brief scene of Dingo bopping to Going The Distance……
Michael V said:
CrazyNeutrino said:!http://cdn.funnie.st/wp-content/uploads/2013/09/the-fatest-woman-in-the-world21.jpgThat needed a warning. I’m going to have to throw sulphuric acid into my eyes now.
ok Ill give a JJJ warning next time