

“This code is too dangerous for me to look at, so it must be fine.”


“This code is too dangerous for me to look at, so it must be fine.”


The creation of new Pareto efficient alternatives.


In plain terms, energy has gravity.


Through mass/energy equivalence, E=mc2. Energy distorts spacetime the same as its equivalent rest mass.


Energy bends spacetime, just like matter. Is that what you mean?


Currently reading Hiron Ennes’ The Works of Vermin—it’s very reminiscent of Miéville, especially Perdido Street Station.


Are you aphantasic (unable to form mental images of things based on descriptions)?
Have you tried audiobooks?
Have you tried reading books of movies you’ve already seen (so you don’t have to keep track of characters and plot, and can focus on the elements unique to prose)?


It gets worse over time but it also eventually gets better, after the deleterious recessive alleles have been eliminated. Like in herd animals where a herd has only one breeding male per generation, so every generation is half-siblings.
The general rule is that a population with a fixed degree of inbreeding will have a corresponding number of deleterious alleles so that the selection pressure balances out; but when you change the degree of inbreeding, you get a spike in expressed mutations until things balance out again.


I assume it’s an access plate to service the door mechanism.


Why not ask them to buy two tickets while they’re at it?


An electron moving backward in time is equivalent to a positron, which attracts electrons.


Send one of them backward in time.


At this point I wouldn’t even buy a bottle opener from Boeing.


The ones in my neighborhood prefer unsalted peanuts.
As for the city codes—while they could probably get you for it if they wanted, I think those laws are intended more for the folks who throw out whole cups of birdseed to attract flocks of pigeons. It’s better for crows if you throw out one or two nuts at a time, discreetly so other birds don’t see.


Items would just be sold with enough lead weights stuck on to make the total weight proportional to the market value.


He has a fuselage in his hangarage.


Are you talking about a philosophical zombie?


Technically these aren’t logos, they’re wordmarks (AKA “logotypes”).
Kava root.