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the project manager sent us a message asking us to look up something named the Daqri Qube for him, aka google it for him. I sent him this and he thanked me for being the first person to give an actual answer after reading the first ten words or so.
Computer bots are more like humans than you might think, having fights lasting years
Researchers say ‘benevolent bots’, otherwise known as software robots, that are designed to improve articles on Wikipedia sometimes have online 'fights’ over content that can continue for years. Editing bots on Wikipedia undo vandalism, enforce bans, check spelling, create links and import content automatically, whereas other bots (which are non-editing) can mine data, identify data or identify copyright infringements. The team analysed how much they disrupted Wikipedia, observing how they interacted on 13 different language editions over ten years (from 2001 to 2010). They found that bots interacted with one another, whether or not this was by design, and it led to unpredictable consequences. The research paper, published in PLOS ONE, concludes that bots are more like humans than you might expect. Bots appear to behave differently in culturally distinct online environments. The paper says the findings are a warning to those using artificial intelligence for building autonomous vehicles, cyber security systems or for managing social media. It suggests that scientists may have to devote more attention to bots’ diverse social life and their different cultures.
What is your favorite silly monster from any retro media?
This is a cheat answer, but I’d like to say every single monster in the Shaw Brothers’ Infra-Man (1975). This Hong Kong superhero/kung fu movie is an absolute gem. It’s wildly imaginative and a delight to watch.
The dialogue is amazing, too, with lines like “Gentlemen, the situation is so bad, it’s the worst in human history,” and “For success, it’s essential you have Thunderball Fists.”
In November over 2014, a Chilean military helicopter captured footage of an unidentified flying object using the chopper’s infra-red camera. The pilots were unable to see the craft, and it was only visible to them via the infra-red camera. The craft seemed to be releasing some type of gas.
They tracked the craft from about 40 miles away and didn’t get any form of response when they tried to communicate with it.
Chilean government agency the CEFAA, which investigates UFO sightings, has been probing the incident for two years and has had no luck identifying it.
Sombra kicked her legs over the edge of the building, her fingers moving idly as she lazily hacked her way to stealing Lúcio’s latest yet-unreleased album. She glanced back at Widowmaker, staring down the scope of her rifle to the outside of a restaurant below, and then Sombra brought her legs up and turned around so she was sitting cross-legged on the edge of the building.
“He’s on a date, you know,” said Sombra, “It could take a while.”
“I hate this holiday,” muttered Widowmaker.
“I don’t think it’s all bad,” said Sombra, bringing up another screen with a swipe of her hand to several feeds of data she had running of numerous politicians, corporate leaders, and military officers. “Illicit affairs, suspicious purchases, sudden mysterious dips in public funds… You could say Valentine’s day is harvest time for blackmailers. Any movement?”
“Perhaps they moved toward the back. No word from Reaper on whether we’ve been compromised.” Widowmaker brought down the infra-sight on her recon visor, “Personne n'échappe à mon regard.” She frowned at she looked at all the red bodies moving through the restaurant below, only to see the target in that same corner booth as a waitress approached them and placed what Infra-sight was picking up as what must have been a pot of coffee on the table.
“Well?” said Sombra.
“They’re getting coffee,” Widowmaker scoffed. “Que c’est banal,” she said, bringing her eye away from her scope and dropping into a seated position. Sombra chuckled a little.
“What?” said Widowmaker.
“You know you get twice as bitter when the target is out on a date—-and you’re twice as happy taking them out,” Sombra paused and looked at Widowmaker, “Or… you know, however close to ‘happy’ you get.”
“Hmph,” Widowmaker brought up her gun again and looked through the scope.
“When was the last time anyone took you out?” said Sombra, lying on her stomach on the edge of the building and putting her chin in her hands.
“No one has taken me out. I am still here,” said Widowmaker.
“Haaaa,” Sombra wagged a finger at her, “I knew there was a sense of humor somewhere in that 3-beats-a-minute heart, amiga. You know what I mean.”
“I do not ‘go out,’” said Widowmaker, bringing her rifle down.
“Well not with that attitude, you don’t,” said Sombra, “We should go out.”
Widowmaker looked at her incredulously.
“I’m serious!” said Sombra, sitting up, “What about dinner?”
“My metabolism has slowed to the point that food is ash in my mouth,” said Widowmaker.
“A movie?” said Sombra.
“You see every film before they are even edited.”
“A screaming crowd in the dark and music blowing out my eardrums. Comme c'est délicieux.”
“Dancing!” Sombra said, exasperated.
“I do not dance,” said Widowmaker.
Sombra grinned and brought up a video of a young Amelie LaCroix on stage and en pointe, “I’ve got a few videos that say otherw—”
“Sombra,” said Widowmaker and Sombra immediately closed the video screen. Widowmaker brought up her rifle again and looked through the scope, bringing down her recon visor again.
“Ugh,” muttered Widowmaker, watching the target, “Another pot of coffee.”
Sombra sighed and got up from the edge of the building and walked across the roof. “I am ze Widowmaker,” she said, imitating Widowmaker’s whispery voice and accent as she brought up several screens with a wave of her fingers, “I ‘ave been a leeveeng weapon ev-air seence all ze fun was sair-gically removed from my ‘eart. C’est la vie. Omelette du fromage.”
“I can hear you, you know,” said Widowmaker, glancing over her shoulder to see Sombra actually looking busy and not cavalier, “What are you doing?”
“Bringing up the city power grid,” said Sombra, her brow furrowing, “Let’s ruin this guy’s date.”
Widowmaker chuckled a little and then watched as Sombra’s fingers worked a completely separate screen, causing apparently random lights to turn off in buildings in the skyline opposite the restaurant. “What are you doing there?”
“Focus on the restaurant front,” said Sombra and Widowmaker nodded and brought up her rifle. Right on cue the lights went out in the restaurant and there was a hissing noise and Widowmaker smirked as people started pouring out of the restaurant front, their clothes and hair wet. Sombra had activated the fire sprinklers. Widowmaker peered through her rifle’s scope. The thing about bodyguards was they made it remarkably easier to pick the target out of a crowd. Always with the sunglasses and the black suits. The target walked between them, his date wringing out the bottom of her dress. Widowmaker smirked, exhaled, and squeezed the trigger. The target fell. His date screamed as the bodyguards scrambled to drag him out of the line of fire, not that it would do him much good at this point.
Widowmaker brought her rifle down and turned on her heel. “We should get going,” she said as sirens started sounding in the distance, but then she noticed something off about the skyline. Most of the lights in the office buildings were off, however lights in rooms across a row of office buildings had been strategically turned on. Reading across about 8 different skyscrapers, one could make out the word “COFFEE?” spelled out of strategically lit up rooms on various floors. Widowmaker’s brow furrowed but she smirked.
“Incroyable,” she said looking at Sombra.
“What?” said Sombra, coyly. Widowmaker gestured at the buildings and Sombra looked over and gasped. “You’re asking me out to coffee?”
“Wh—You did that!” said Widowmaker.
“This is so unexpected! ” said Sombra, her hand flying over her heart.
Widowmaker would have protested further but then heard the sirens getting louder. “Fine! Allez! But you’re buying.”
“Whatever you say,” said Sombra and she laughed a little. She couldn’t remember the last time she paid for something with her own money. Widowmaker hurried to the edge of the building and Sombra ran over after her. Sombra wrapped her arms around Widowmaker’s waist and shoulders as Widowmaker fired her grappling hook onto another building and then leapt off and swung with Sombra holding onto her, the two of them disappearing into the night.
Like you do something with soldier 76 or reaper where the reader comes home crying because they have sorta reached their breaking point as far as stress goes? ( I have had like 3 break downs today and reading your writing is helping a lot)
You had barely cross past the doorway when the tears trailed down your face. You slammed the door behind and just sobbed, body shaking with your overwhelming emotion. Soldier 76 started walking towards you as soon as the door slammed shut.
As soon as he entered in the room you collapsed on the floor, rocking back and forth as you sobbed frantically. He dropped next to you and pulled you into his broad chest. He rubbed your back as he frantically thought on how to cheer you up.
He started to hum a tune that he heard long ago, from his mother when he was sick as a child. He pushed your head into his chest and he pressed a kiss into your forehead, his chest rumbling with the melody.
Your sobs subsided into a hiccup at his tender hold and you let out a sigh, your body relaxing at it.
As soon as he heard the door open and your sobbing he flew out in a rage, ready to kill whoever hurt you. Coming to the entry way he saw you rocking on the floor, sobbing with your head in your hands.
He dropped next to you and pulled you into his chest, you turning to sob into his shirt. Your hands clenched into the fabric and he gently rocked you back and forth. He started just speaking, about anything that came to mind.
You slowly relaxed as he talked about how Sombra put red dye in Widowmaker’s infra-red helmet, making her have red circles around her eyes. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and you sighed, releasing the last of your stress.
Las especies del género Gossypium, cultivadas para producir algodón, son plantas herbáceas y arbustos de la familia Malvaceae con unos 60 taxones específicos e infra-específicos aceptados, de los casi 380 descritos, todos oriundos de las regiones tropicales y subtropicales tanto del Viejo Mundo como del Nuevo y unas pocas han sido introducidas en muchos otros sitios.
Headcanon that one day, while they’re driving home from a hunt, Sam comments on how beautiful the sunset is, with all the oranges and yellows, and Cas asks him what orange and yellow look like and that’s how the brothers find out that angels see in something similar to inverted colors/infra-red. Something like this:
While it answers the question of their superior eyesight, it’s not nearly as pretty as what humans see. So Sam and Dean burn some cheap glasses with holy fire because they already know it lets them see things they normally can’t. Then they take Cas outside when the sun starts setting and Sam slides the glasses onto his face.
Dean watches closely, asking if things look any different.
But Cas doesn’t seem capable of answering. His mouth is hanging open and his eyes are wide behind the glasses, snapping this way and that, landing on the dirt under his feet and then the gnarled tree growing close to the bunker’s entrance and then up at the sky where the sun is sinking behind the trees, and Dean knows that the angel is seeing things like they d now, in vibrant, warm colors, and he can’t stop the grin from spreading over his face, huffing a laugh when Cas reaches up to push the glasses higher on his nose.
The soft sound draws Cas’ attention and Dean’s laugh catches in his throat when the angel turns wide, ocean blue eyes one him.
Castiel blinks slowly, one corner of his full lips pulling up in an awestruck smile as he stares into Dean’s eyes.
Castiel reaches up and Dean can feel the soft pads of his fingers flutter over the skin just under his eye.
DEMOCRATIC REPUBLIC OF CONGO. 2012-2013. Produced in North and South Kivu. Film stills from The Enclave by Richard Mosse. [6/13]
The Irish photographer filmed strange footage of the country using a special surveillance film once used by the military. Picking up invisible infra-red rays given off by plant life, the film makes any greenery show up in ‘bubblegum’ pink, meaning guerilla soldiers could be spotted among the leaves.
Civil war has been happening in the eastern Democratic Republic of Congo for many years. Since 1998, the nation has seen 5.4 million war-related deaths.