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According to UFO researchers fifty percent of UFO encounters are connected with oceans. UFOs tend to stick to the oceans and fly in and out of the water.

Take a look at this recently descovered satellite image of the Gulf of Fonseca near the Island of Meanguera in El Salvador, it shows a very strange unknown object in the sea that generates strange patterns on the water. According to researchers it is a natural maritime phenomenon but I don’t buy it. What kind of a natural phenomenon can create such strange patterns and ripples in a perfectly calm ocean?

Check it out yourself: Google Earth coordinates: 13° 9’38.34″N 87°42’26.38″W

Best Friend confesses Series: Wonwoo

This is part eight of a series of Seventeen imagines. Feel free to message me and say who you want to see confessing next! Requests get done fast ;)

When he’s bored, your best friend likes to go to bookshops. It’s not that he’s necessarily planning to buy anything. It’s more that he just wants to look around between the shiny covers and leaf through the pages and read blurb after blurb to know what’s out there. He loves to explore the Sci-Fi section. In fact, in about three different bookshops, it’s gotten to the point where he knows exactly when a new book has come out through his total familiarity with the shelves.

That’s why you aren’t exactly surprised when you are wondering through the mall after finishing a coffee with Wonwoo, Mingyu, and Jun and Wonwoo suddenly stops in his tracks and tugs at your sleeve to draw your attention toward a new bookshop which must have only just opened in the corner between the electronics store and the entrance to the supermarket. 

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      Viktor in modern likely has every box set of Stargate: Atlantis, Babylon 5, Star Trek, Star Wars, Battlestar Galatica, and so on and so forth as well as things like M*A*S*H and other historical TV series on DVD and could likely have a very in depth conversation with anyone about each. 

Like Kurosawa I make mad films
Okay I don’t make films
But if I did they’d have a samurai.

- “One Week” by Barenaked Ladies

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Researchers are mostly flummoxed by the bizarre light pattern emanating from a star known as KIC 8462852. Most explanations have been discounted. Now, some scientists are looking to seriously explore whether it could be the result of an alien superstructure.

The star that could be surrounded by superstructures of alien origin Is called KIC 8462852 and astronomers are taking the possibility seriously. KIC 8462852’s light pattern was determined to exhibit extremely irregular dips. Astronomer Tabetha Boyajian told the New Scientist, “It was kind of unbelievable that it was real data.” Multiple explanations for the dimming behavior have been exhausted.

Researchers looked at whether it could have been the result of technical error but not so. They considered whether the star itself was responsible, this was also rejected. They explored whether a nearby star’s light contaminates KIC 8462852 and makes it seem to dim. This was ruled out, too.

Enter the notion of alien superstructure. According to Discovery News, “This hypothetical alien civilization may want to construct vast megastructures, like supersized solar arrays in orbit around their host star, that could be so big that they blot out a sizable fraction of starlight as they pass in front.

Astronomer Jason Wright speaking to the Atlantic, said, “Aliens should always be the very last hypothesis you consider, but this looked like something you would expect an alien civilization to build.

Check out this short video from Discovery News

Duh.

This is a oneshot that was requested by anon where you have a degree and forensics and the bau hires you to help out with most cases. It’s a quick, sorta fluffy, little oneshot that was really fun to write and I hope that all of you  enjoy it! :)


“Hey, Sci!” Morgan chuckled, arms spread wide as you approached the BAU. After joining the BAU on so many cases, Morgan had naturally coined you the nickname Sci due to the fact that you always seemed to make sure people were aware you were a scientist and not a profiler.

“What’s up guys?” You laughed as the entire BAU greeted you, taking turns to share a quick, kind hug with each.

The informal ease of being in the presence of the people you had grown to consider friends completely juxtapositioned the grimness of the looming murders.

You shook your hand through Spencer’s hair, shaking the raggedly locks as if he was your little brother. He smiled up at you. You were the only person he let do that.

“So, where do you guys want me to set up?” You asked as welcoming conversations began to dwindle. At that point, you were leaning between Emily and JJ, one hand leaning against Emily’s shoulder and the other wrapped around JJ’s waist. Your friendship was so incredibly close with them that you could do things like that without worry.

“Come on, Sci,” Emily stepped away, “Ill show you,”

Emily showed you to a corner of an empty conference room that provided the perfect amount of space for your on-the-go equipment. Over the many, many months of being hired by the BAU to assist on cases, they had learned to be able to predict exactly how much space you would need.

“What are you guys doing?” You asked, setting your stuff down, still laughing as you pretended to nonchalantly shrug your shoulders, “Don’t we have work to do, you lazy bums!”


The case had been fairly easy for you to handle. Not too gory and you handled minimal forensic evidence. An easy combination that offered time to relax with your friends when it was all over and done with.

“Chinese tonight, guys?” You asked hopefully, watching as they all nodded in agreement, “Will Hotch be okay with that, too?” He had mysteriously disappeared for the past hour, most likely on the phone with the higher-ups to discuss the end of the case.

“There he is!” Rossi pointed. Everybody looked out the large glass wall that separated the BAU from the rest of the police station at the moment.

“Yo, Hotch!” Morgan hollered unapologetically out the thin door to his boss, calling him closer, “You cool with Cinese tonight, man?”

“Yeah,” Hotch agreed distractedly, “Hey, Sci. Can we talk?” He gestured out of the room, signaling the beginning to a private conversation.

As you trailed behind Hotch, following him out of the room, you heard Emily giggle, “Ooh, y/N ’s in troooouble,” You couldn’t help but allow your worries to eat at you. What if Hotch was unhappy with the informal way you interacted with the others? What if he decided never to hire you ever again?

“Am I in trouble?” You asked tentatively

“Quite the contrary, Sci,” Even Hotch used tour nickname often, and the phrase comforted you slightly, pushing away some of the tension bulking up in your shoulders, “I wanted to offer you a permanent position with the BAU,”

You were speechless.

“So, is that a yes?”

“Are you kidding? This is amazing, Hotch! Of course I want the job! I love you guys!”

You were so happy, you flung your arms around him, a smile on your face. Now you would get to come to work every day and be with some of your closest friends. You pulled away, freezing for a moment, “Wait does that mean I have to be a profiler? Because I’m a scientist, not like you guys,”

He laughed, his palm resting on your shoulder, “Sci, you’re going to be the forensic scientist for our team. You will probably get a lab back at Quantico to yourself, and might even occasionally come out into the field like this.” Hearing your nickname at the beginning of his sentence cured your minor misgivings, and you returned to your over-elated self.

“Come on, Hotch! We gotta go tell the others!”

“Guys! You’ll never guess what just happened!” You squealed

They all muttered confused answers, making up nonsense. That had been expected. You ignored it. It was obvious to them now that Hotch calling you away had not meant that you were in any sort of trouble.

“I’m gonna be a part of the team! A permanent part!” You watched for their reactions

After a mere moment, they all exploded into delighted smiles, racing to wrap you in a group hug and throwing genuine congratulations at you.

“Well, we have to go celebrate!” JJ smiled, “Chinese isnt enough for such a momentous occasion. First round of drinks is on me tonight, guys.”

Everybody agreed and soon the group was making their way out of the police station, surrounding you with happiness.

“Oh,” You gasped, stopping where you were, “We have to tell Garcia, she’s going to want to hear this!”

“We’ll call her at the bar,” Rossi reassured as he climbed into one of the SUVs.

You stood at the car door for a moment, soaking in the happiness you felt in that very second. These were your friends, almost like family. And now you would get to work with them every day. You only got into the car when Spencer stuck his head out of the passenger side window, “Come on, Sci. Hop in,”

You were a real part of the team now.

Random facts

The Gosei have their own spirituality named Binarism, named after the original Gosei’s computing. Nowadays, it’s support is starting to regress as extremist movements in the name of the religion have been noticed by the public. They value binary the same way ancient Christians valued Latin, as Binary has been outmoded for centuries, but is thought of as the ‘thoughts of god’.

Bargeberrys are a strange greyish berry, with a texture similar to that of soft plastic. It tastes like bubble gum and cough syrup. It was invited after a barge ship was attacked and destroyed, leaving only a handful of crew members alive in a sealed room. By chance, one of them happened to be a synthetic biologist, and with the resources on hand bioengineered a plant that grew enough fruit to keep them alive past the rations for a little while. They ended up getting rescued, and the biologist (who’d grow accustom to they’re unorthodox taste) started farming them. They’re now recognized as one of the definitive flavours used for recreational foodstuffs.

Everyone who uses domestic amenities like trans terminals breathes through gas transmuting cybernetics that’ve been installed since birth, except for humans. This is the cause for a topic of controversy. 

 Almost everyone in the universe uses a special federally customized Omnilens. Created first as a means of luxurious recreation, have been stripped of their more expensive features and are now used for things such as financial transactions, monitoring health and communication. They’re wired right into the nervous system (or equivalent), but the signals can only travel from the brain to the lens, and are only installed in one eye. These are safety precautions, after the scare of transactions that are laced with viruses, to prevent permanent damage to the brain, nervous system or eyes. 

Trans-light speed terminals more commonly go by the nickname Cosmodromes or Spaceports by normal civilians

Wormholes (now known as Natural Metaspace/Spacetime Phenomena) act as spaceports for low income civilians, as you can only go from location A to location B, rather than selecting where to go Quantum computers have replaced binary computers for hundreds of years, and infinite energy generators exist, but still have a finite limit as to how much power they can expel at one time.

Since production of synthetic sugar is cheap and requires minimal labor, there’s still a huge market for candies and treats. Although, with the rise of the SOU, and conformism being the norm, the idea of a ‘candy’ has exited the public conscious. Instead, to boost moral, there are company produced ‘Recreational Confectionaries’ under different flavours. Coincidentally, the name is quite a mouthful, so it’s garnered the nickname RecCon.