transportation information

anonymous asked:

What is the theory behind teleportation, would it ever be possible to create some sort of mobile teleportation device?

So far, the best bet is to have your body disintegrated to its base elements (Carbon, Hydrogen, Nitrogen, Oxygen, etc.), so it would just dissolve and float away. What gets transported is the information on how everything was setup, and a machine in some other places puts atoms of the same element together, hence, new you.

However, this is all science-fiction for now. The amount of atoms that make a single person, plus the exact position and connections in molecules for each of them for a whole body is something that would take too much time, too much storage. Also, we have a limit on how fast information can be transmitted.

So, it might be just easier to go walking to Mars. (Yes, walking.)

At the moment, we don’t see a way in how this could be solved. If you want to dream: maybe we find a way in which body composition and personality can be “compressed down” to lower bits of information. But that would imply some level of simplicity for information to be compressed and thus some redundancy. Check out information theory if this piece sounds interesting to you.

Josephine Baker was an amazing woman. If you haven’t heard of her then let me educate you! Born in the United States, she wandered the streets as a child starving and dancing for money. When she was 15, she was recruited to the St. Louis Vaudeville where she became a huge success. 

She moved to Paris in 1925 where she became a national sensation with her erotic “Banana dance” She was a star in the Paris scene and the muse to writers such as Hemingway, Fitzgerald, Dior, Picasso, and all of the other of the Lost Generation. She used her celebrity status to the advantage of the French Resistance and transported information across borders to neutral countries to help the Allies. She also was a civil rights supporter and would only perform to desegregated crowds especially when she toured the United States and in 1963, she spoke at the March on Washington at th side of Martin Luther King Jr.   

Not only was this woman a fighter against the Nazis, she adopted 12 children and was one of the most well known bisexual women of her time. She remained in France for the rest of her life. She performed one last time in 1975 to rave reviews and passed away four days later. This amazing singer, dancer, civil rights activist, Nazi resister, mother, and all around beauty is one of the most amazing women in the 20th century. Consider yourself enlightened folks!!

ELI5: Where do internet providers get their internet from and why can't we make our own?

Answer #1

You can make your own. Go run some fiber from your house to mine.

It costs about $50,000/mile.

We can add others to our network as you get the money.

Answer #2

The Internet is the colloquial term for Interconnected Networks. Your ISP has an arrangement with one or more other companies, who in turn have agreements with yet more companies.

Some of these organizations spend lots of money to run physical cables across the planet in the expectation that their cables will be used to transport information between the two or more points that they connected together.

You can form an organization that connects to existing infrastructure and if you’d on-sell it, your organization is an ISP. You could also set up actual infrastructure, but that’s much more costly and risky.

Different countries have rules about this mainly to do with illegal use that you’ll need to abide by and since this is big business, many roadblocks exist to prevent your little organization from competing with the incumbent.

Some towns and cities, disenchanted with incumbent providers, have started their own networks and succeed in larger and smaller degree in providing their citizens with Internet connectivity. Various freenets also exist which allow information to travel within the group but not to the wider Internet. This often bypasses legal impediments to creating an ISP.

Explain Like I`m Five: good questions, best answers.

Something I recently noticed about the Kingsman knights

One detail in Kingsman: the Secret Service I’ve paid attention to since the very first time I saw it in a movie theatre is the lack of seats in the dining room above the shop. As many people will have noticed, there are only nine seats besides Arthur’s.

Although the number of knights does vary in Arthurian legend, the most established and smallest number of knights is twelve. For some reason I’ve always written the reduce number in the movie off as a random inconsistency, until last night, when I noticed two things.

Number 1: There are nine recruits in the Lancelot try outs, which corresponds with the seats at the table: one candidate is chosen by Arthur and an additional one by each of the knights shown at the table above (seeing as Lancelot is dead and the one being replaced, that makes another eight).

Considering Merlin is the one to put them through the tests, it makes sense that he can’t enter a candidate, but that still leaves a shortage of 2 candidates, if there are twelve knights.

Number 2: Then there’s the matter with Merlin. He seems to have a very different role from the knights at Arthur’s table. Unlike them he isn’t an active field agent even though he obviously has the training for it. He does have the occasional moment out in the wild (the last stage of the 1997 recruitment and obviously the entire latter half of the movie), but that is definitely not what makes up most of his working hours.

Originally posted by rjleyblue

He seems to run a lot of things back at the base: agent recruitment, tech/transport, information, all sorts of stuff. What’s interesting to note is that he doesn’t have a seat at the table, despite being a knight, which opens the possibility of there being another rtwo knights that - for a very particular reason - aren’t at that table either.

Now, I’ve thought about this all day, and I’ve come up with two main theories, both related to Merlin’s position at Kingsman. A lot of people have pegged him to be the Quartermaster of Kingsman, which has led me to wonder whether one of the other knights could occupy a position as Chief of Staff, similarly to Tanner in Bond movies. I’m not at all convinced of this though, because of the role Melrin plays in recruiting new agents (which I think would fall under the responsibilities of a CoS??).

Of course this theory leaves another slot to be filled and this is something I’ve really broken my back over. I think the most plausible larger sector to take charge of would be information processing. Kingsman is an international agency, but someone’s got to cross reference, process, translate, and sort out information from various branches in order for mission support to run smoothly. The way I see it, Merlin does most of the knights’ mission support and tech back up, so this could easily be a separate tech branch that’s run by another knight. However, Merlin is also the one to provide all the intel and updates to e.g. Harry and Arthur in the dining room, so perhaps all of the incoming and outgoing streams of information are his to handle and provide updates on.

Which leads me to theory number two. If Merlin is really doing all of the jobs that are implied to be his in the movie, he is running one hell of a machine. Even with a whole fleet of subordinates this would be too complex a system to be left to its own devices for, say, the amount of time it takes for a normal human being to sleep. In fact, I think this would be the sort of 24h, high pressure job that constantly needs someone on top of their game pulling the levers. And what would work better than a long standing rota of eight hour shifts divided among three Kingsman knights?

Originally posted by dawnofthedusk

I’m hoping we’ll gain some insight into this matter in the next movie, but until then I’d love to hear some thoughts from the fandom.

Tagging some people just because: @sententiousandbellicose @fiinch @sheepunderthemountain @kinksman88 @frijae @fishwrites @littleowls3 @astudyinfic @subinnnnn

Medical Solarpunk

So what would medicine look like in a solarpunk society? Obviously it would be a nonprofit system paid for by government rather than individuals who need care. Ideally drugs and home care and psychological/psychiatric help would also be covered to help quell problems before they get serious enough to land someone in an emergency room (primary prevention is a big current topic in healthcare).

So it’s a socialist system definitely. Healthcare as a concept is already socialist, as it comes from the idea that people who need help deserve it regardless of ability to pay (even hospitals in the US will treat first and sort out money later, for better or worse)

But let’s talk about some of the current stigmas and policies in science and medicine and how they fit into the solarpunk philosophy.

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Le vivant est arbitrage entre autonomie cellulaire et agrégats compétitifs. Les surcouches génèrent autant de points singuliers de frictions qu'elles facilitent le transport de l'information.
La cellule vivante est de type feedback adaptatif. Son pouvoir d'anticipation n'est pas prévu pour envahir le champ des règles du jeu.
Toute incursion se paye au prix de l'amoindrissement de la mobilité, donc des capacités de fuite, et bien sûr en déficit énergétique. Une meilleure adaptation a l'expérience du réel est une illusion icarienne.

Whatever you do, please don’t imagine the end of the five-year mission when Spock leaves Jim.

Please don’t imagine Jim staring out a huge window on the silent observation deck with one hand pressed against the transparent aluminum. There was no closure, so he takes the fall for the demise of their relationship. He blames himself for unintentionally overstepping a boundary, for pushing Spock too hard to accept himself, for making Spock feel like his only option was to run, for apparently asking for more than what could be given, for loving Spock too deeply. When McCoy rests a hand on his shoulder, Jim doesn’t look at him.

Please don’t imagine Spock kneeling on a hard floor in a small bunker on the transport ship he boarded. He’s been there for so long that his knees ache; however, no matter how hard he tries, he can’t meditate. He believes, based on a conclusion he’d reached on his own, that he could never have been a suitable mate to a human, that he was too Vulcan to ever really satisfy Jim. He blames himself for being unable to love Jim enough. When the transport crew comms to inform him of mealtime, Spock doesn’t answer.

Please don’t imagine how their stupid break up drove Jim to accept a promotion that ruined his life, drove Spock to desire purging everything he’d learned in those five years.

Please don’t fucking imagine this while listening to I Know Him So Well.

goldfishhate  asked:

Imagine calling Mycroft because you got on the wrong train and you're in Cambridge now. Although Mycroft is pissed, he actually picks you up PERSONALLY and BY TRAIN. Mycroft the-noise-the-people Holmes gets on a train to pick you up. When he arrives you hug him and tell him, this was the most adorable thing he has ever done.

(Dearest Readers, please bear in mind that I’m not ignoring any of your messages. It’s just that I have my courses running in full swing again alongside my job so I may be a bit late posting things.)

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Boyfriend takes wheel-chaired lover on a trip around China

Nowadays, with the convenience of transportation and information, traveling has become something quite usual in people’s daily lives.

But for Ding Yizhou, a young man from Liuzhou, Guangxi and his girlfriend, traveling is something far from easy. 

His girlfriend suffers serious mental illness disallowing her to walk or swallow. But she still can dream, and she has a dream of traveling across the nation.

To fulfill his beloved one’s dream, Ding designed their tour route and employed a working dog to help his girlfriend to travel. 

After two days of practicing walking and camping in their city, the sweet couple started their nationwide trip on Saturday. They plan to follow a trip route that is shaped like a heart on their map. 

They said they enjoyed the feeling of being on the road and pursuing their dreams together.

reneesarachnids-deactivated2015  asked:

So soon me and my girlfriend are moving to a different state (from point A to point B is about a three day trip) and was wondering if you had any advice on how to get my tarantulas through the trip safely? Any advice is appreciated.

Thanks for the question, keithferdsarachnids

I’ve never had to pack any of my tarantulas, but packing them like breeders do when they ship tarantulas can ensure them for safe travel. This way they will not move around much and stay safe and secure while you can empty their enclosure and pack that separately and safely— the last thing you want is for them to bounce around and get hurt. Plus, packing them like this could save a lot of room in the vehicle you are driving. 

Here’s a great video on packing T’s, I trust TarantulaGuy1976’s method:

I’ve taken the way he’s packed his tarantulas and made an infographic so you don’t have to sit through 20 minutes of his video. I still recommend watching for better understanding. This doesn’t include information on packaging aggressive specimens, so always handle them at your own risk. I recommend checking out Tarantulaguy1976’s channel on youtube as I believe he covers the methods for aggressive tarantulas as well.

Before packing:

  • Make sure the tarantula’s have drank some water or have access to water before putting them in their containers. To make things easier, have them already transported out of their main enclosures and into smaller containers to make things easier for you and the tarantula.
  • Use a taller container for arboreal T’s, a flatter one for terrestrial. Deli cups or any tall or flat container would do. Make sure to poke air holes into the lids before using. (see below: A for terrestrial, B for aboreal.) 


Begin by lining your container with a folded paper towel on the bottom.

Mist lightly, then roll another paper towel.

Begin putting the twisted paper towels inside of the container, creating a spiral shape as you go and leaving a hole in the center which will be the tarantula’s temporary burrow. If arboreal, the hole should be taller than the terrestrial’s so it has room to move around a little bit.

Every few layers, make sure to mist lightly to dampen the paper towels. Remember, don’t go overboard with the misting! Keep it as minimal as possible.

When finished, take a single folded sheet and push it down into the hole in the center. Mist lightly, but not too much, you do not want it to be too damp, just slightly.

Turn the container on its side and gently coax the tarantula out of its temporary container and into the hole.

When the tarantula is inside, place a folded paper towel on top of the hole.

Cover with lid. Poke holes in the lid BEFORE putting it on top of the tarantula.

Place the tarantula in a box, Styrofoam is probably best but cardboard should do for short distances. Pack the tarantula inside the box tightly with newspaper, magazine pages, etc. 

If it’s cold, put a heat pad (vise versa: if it’s hot, put a cooling pad) in the box with the tarantula, making sure there is enough room between the spider’s container and the heat pad so it doesn’t get too hot(or cold). 

You can put multiple Ts in a box together as long as the lids are tightly shut. Tape them closed to avoid possible escapes.

infographic pictures by awesomearachnids

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They’d forced Lucifer to dress in skin tight black leather pants, and bound his hands tightly behind his back with silken ropes. When they came back with a collar, making a move to clip it around his neck, he’d tried fighting, but was quickly overpowered, the strip of black leather bearing a number, and a clip for him to be escorted. He’d been taken to a room full of mirrors, and had just been left to stand, but it hadn’t lasted long, before they were back for him.

When he was brought into the next room, he was forced to his knees on the rough carpet, one of his transporters informing him of his new master. Lucifer looked up though his eyelashes at the man across from him, before biting his lower lip, knowing better than to talk. The man who’d brought him in unclipped the lead on his collar, before he ducked out of the room, leaving him along with the man who’d bought him.

CONVERGENT - Chapter 9 (Magcon/Divergent Cross Over)

(previous chapters)

“Everyone knows what they’re doing?!” Mahogany shouted. Your voice mixed in with the other voices of your group members as you all hollered a “yes!”. 

You sucked in a breath once you heard the other team’s excited screams and shouts, not even trying to be quiet as they ran to attack your team’s base. 

“You ready?” Matt raised an eyebrow at you as their voices got louder. The three of you: Matt, Uriah, and you, had your legs bent in a readying stance, preparing yourselves to run. You nodded, not really trusting your voice right now. 

The other members of your team were all hiding behind huge rocks and random body parts of the horses from the old merry-go-round to make sure they don’t get attacked right away. 

“If anything happens, you keep running for the flag, okay? Uriah and I will guard.” Matt looked down at your shaking hands that had a death grip on your gun. He probably noticed how shaken up you get when touching a gun. Uriah nodded in agreement.

“No. You need to be the hero, remember?” you bit your lip, trying to block out the loud voices of the opposing teams so you can carry on this hurried conversation. 

“On my count!” Mahogany’s loud voice interrupted.

“I don’t need the points, (y/n). I’m already third on the rankings.” Matt gave you a look, telling you to back down.

“Yeah, me neither. I’m first.” Uriah’s grin was sheepish. But before you could protest, the opposing team entered your base. You noticed that only half of them were there. They must have the other half guarding their base. You were going to have your work cut out for you. 

“Now!” Mahogany shouted just before the guns went off and they were starting to shoot. The three of you sprint forward soundlessly, Uriah at the front to guide the two of you and Matt at the back, making sure that none of the other team members noticed you three slipping away. 

“(y/n)! We’re guarding okay?!” Matt asked again before you all reached their base. Apparently they weren’t that far away from your team. 

You waited until you neared their base so Matt didn’t have time to disagree. You no longer noticed the nauseating feeling that the gun caused. Adrenaline was coursing through your veins and your brain went on autopilot as your legs kept sprinting and your lungs kept pumping oxygen for your muscles. All you could think of was what you needed to do 

“No! I’m guarding!” you managed to shriek just before you put your feet on the space right in front of the shipping boxes that the other team were obviously hiding behind. You saw Matt’s mouth open for a split second before the other team started shooting. Without a second thought, you dragged Matt behind a metal shipping box, the height of it covering both of your bodies. 

Matt let out a gasp that he was holding. “You planned this, didn’t you?” 

You nodded wordlessly, bending over so you could shoot a few members of the blue team. 

“Where’s Uriah?!” Matt’s voice was loud as he tried to talk to you above the noise of the neuro-sting guns. 

“He’s on the other side! If we don’t make it, he’s gonna take the flag!” your voice was a bit smaller than Matt’s to make sure the other team won’t hear your plan. You squinted over the metal to see that Cameron, Taylor and Shawn were the ones trying to shoot you both. 

A neuro-sting dart almost hit the side of your head, making you hiss back behind the gigantic metal boxes for you to recollect your breath. 

“You’re disgustingly brilliant.” Matt let out between gasps of breath as he hissed back to your side just as a neuro-sting dart flew over his head by a millimeter. 

You let out a breathy laugh, your heartbeat pounding in your ears.

“Okay so abandon the old plan. New plan, we stick together, back to back.” Matt gestured for you to stand by his back as he prepared his gun for another series of shooting and dodging. 

“I like this plan better.” you managed to grin before you stuck to Matt’s back that was damp with sweat. You didn’t care, yours was probably wetter. 

As you jumped into the open space, it was as if your brain flipped a switch again and now things were going in slow motion again as distorted flashbacks filled your eyes. You felt like you had no control over your body. 

Everything was numb and cold as the sight of the other team’s members switched back and forth with unfamiliar figures. All you could hear was a ring and the distant shouts of Matt as you shot two members of the blue team one by one, everything going slow in your head.

Cameron and Taylor. Every time you pulled the trigger, their faces changed to an unfamiliar person and your chest tightened at the sight. You blinked rapidly to get the seeming glitch out of your brain. That’s when you noticed that you were in the middle of their spasming bodies, both of them whimpering and yelling in pain as they tried to get the darts out of different body parts. You realized that you had shot all but one, Shawn. 

Shawn was right under the tip of your gun, lying flat on the ground as if that might make him sink into the ground and hide from you. His eyes were wide in fear as his jaw dropped open. 

What? Did he not expect you to be capable of beating Cameron and Taylor? 

You knew he thought you were weak but that was just downright insulting. You couldn’t even believe Shawn would think you were that useless. What did you even see in him?

You felt something cold nudge at your foot and you saw that Shawn had a gun pointed to you too. You realized that his eyes weren’t wide because he was shocked, it was because he was trying to figure out whether to shoot you or to let you shoot him. 

No, (y/n), get it together. He’s playing tricks on you. He thinks your weak.

“(y/n)!” you snapped your head to Matt’s voice. His eyes were wide too as he tried to get you to come to him. What? Did Matt think you weren’t capable of beating these guys either?

Shawn watched you with wide eyes as your eyes clouded, your face contorting in anger as you shot him twice on the chest, square on where the heart is. Shawn let out to loud grunts of pain, not letting himself scream as loud as Cameron and Taylor did.

“Go!” you growled at Matt. 

“What?!” Matt’s words came out in gasps as he watched you with wary eyes, trying to figure out what your plan was.

“Go! You need to take down the others!” you ordered. Matt nodded breathlessly as he jogged away from the scene. Once Matt was gone, you tightened your grip on your gun, visions still blurring with unfamiliar images. 

“(y/n)?” Shawn panted. “(y/n), calm down.” his voice was calm as he held up his hand in surrender. Shawn’s face turned into a man you’ve never seen before, with the same little eyes and short hair. You felt an anger shoot through you, making your heart feel heavy. 

“(y/n)? Listen to me.” Shawn demanded, his voice still coming through deep breaths as he waited for the two minute long pain to subside. He was breathing heavily, good. He deserves to feel the pain. “I get that you’re mad, but you won already, okay? I lost.” Shawn’s voice was calming as his hand slowly etched closer to yours. 

Your alert eyes watched his hand come closer to yours and for a while, you saw that it was someone else’s hand, all wrinkly and older. Before you could jump away, Shawn gripped your hand in his cold and clammy ones. 

You seemed to snap out of it as the normal color returned to your eyes. You felt numb, tired and spent as you collapsed next to Shawn on the ground, your hand still in his. 

You looked around, trying to figure out what the hell was happening with you. You didn’t realize you were crying until Shawn was pulling you into his arms, biting his lip to keep himself from screaming in agony every time he moved. 

“No, don’t hold me.” you tried to object, to untangle his hands from you but with the way you talked with little hiccups, he just held you tighter. “I’m already weak enough, okay? Don’t make me feel worse.” you sighed, defeated.

“I didn’t mean that. I’m sorry.” you heard him coo in your ears as he drew soft patterns on the small of your back to calm you down. 

Once you were no longer crying, Shawn slowly let you untangle him from you. 

“Are you okay?” he searched your eyes. You didn’t realize that you missed looking into his eyes until then. 

“Why are you being nice? I’m weak and I basically just scientifically murdered you. Twice.” you gestured at the neuro-sting darts on the ground that he had pulled out of his chest. 

“I saw that look in your eyes, (y/n).” you saw an invisible shiver run down his spine, sweat still dripping down his forehead. In the background, you could still here gunshots and screams of agony. You hoped they didn’t belong to Matt or Uriah.

“What look?” you denied, maybe lying was your best option. You don’t even know what’s going on with yourself. 

That look.” Shawn pressed. “It’s the same look that blind people have. You weren’t seeing completely, were you?” he raised an eyebrow at you. 

Seeing completely? What are you talking about?” you scoffed, scooting away from him.

“Don’t play dumb, (y/n).” he snarled. “You might not be as strong as the others but you are not dumb.” his voice was firm and stern and you wanted to curl away from him. 

“What did you see, (y/n)?” Shawn asked again. 

“I-I…I don’t know.” you sighed. “I don’t know what I saw. I t-think I saw a man, and a woman. B-but, I..I don’t know who they are.” you stuttered.

Before Shawn could reply, you heard Matt and Uriah’s screams of victory. You and Shawn snapped your heads to their voices, squinting to see the glowing blue flag wavin in Matt’s hand as he danced with Uriah in victory. 

You were about to get up from the ground, but Shawn cupped your face in his hands, trapping you against him.

“Listen to me, (y/n). Whatever you do, you don’t tell anyone else about what you’re seeing, okay?” his eyes darted back and forth as if his strong gaze could magically transport that information into your head.


“Listen.” Shawn insisted. “When you get back to your team, you do not tell anyone about what you saw and you convince Matt that you were just mad at me for what I said, okay? Whatever happens, you. Do. Not. Tell. Anyone.” 

You nodded breathlessly, trying to figure out what’s going on.

“What’s happening to me, Shawn?” you mentally cursed once you heard that your voice came out in a quiet whimper. You were scared Shawn was going to pull away, disgusted by your weakness.

“You’re going to be alright.” Shawn whispered just as softly. You watched his lips shift closer to your face as he lifted his chin so he could kiss your forehead protectively. “You’re going to be alright.” he repeated.

A/N: the long awaited chapter! soo we’re back on #TeamShawn, huh?

sorry for taking my time, i’ve been having a bit of a writer’s block. enjoy :)

anonymous asked:

what changed your mind about posting about ferguson??

hmm good question. over the past 2 days I have learned a lot about the incident and policy brutality in general and i realized ignoring it wouldnt be the best idea for a popular blog like mine. just being able to transport this information to over 115k people could help someone later on you know :)

I mean I tag all the posts so if you have a problem you can just blacklist it but idk how blacklisting it is gonna change anything. there are people out there who are still getting treated differently because of the color of their skin and you would be going out of your way to ignore it.

OT vs TFA: character spoilers

I keep seeing posts comparing the new Star Wars trio to the old one, but more often than not Rey is always automatically slotted in as Leia’s position just because they’re both girls, and then people debate the Finn/Poe and Han/Luke roles but…no. Stop basing character comparisons on gender please. If you really must “match the roles” then shouldn’t it go more like this:

Devoted member of the [Rebellion/Resistance] who is captured while transporting vital information which is hidden in a droid for safekeeping; is then tortured by the [Empire/First Order] but holds-out unbelievably well against the torture and has to be “broken” through alternative methods [tracked after escape/the Force] then participates in their own “rescue” mission: Leia/Poe

Orphan growing up on a desert planet who longs for family connections;  discovers the droid carrying said hidden information and eventually decides to help the droid complete their mission; proves to be a natural pilot; loses their father-figure-type-mentor after only a brief period of fast bonding; faces down a relative they don’t know about who has fallen to the Dark Side using instinctive Force skills they didn’t know they had and then leaves to seek out a reclusive Jedi Master for more training since they’re so strong in the Force: Luke/Rey

The “bad boy” from the “wrong side of the tracks” who is diverted from their [smuggler/stormtrooper] lifestyle upon contact with the [Rebellion/Resistance], hesitates at joining at first because of [self interest/fear of the First Order] who then proves to be an incredibly valuable ally and skilled fighter: Han/Finn

I mean…?