The secret sauce is in the prostitutes.
The secret sauce is in the prostitutes.
This command centre is clearly modelled after the old, shittier, Stark Trek and not the far superior TNG; blatantly ignoring the prime directive as they fulfill their mandate of interfering with everything all the time.
> No advert impression-pumping here.
I think we can all agree that this sentence is the most plausible conspiracy in this thread.
The book is titled "Chef Ramsay's Replicator Wars" It's about how in the future wide spread use of food synthesizers turn meals into intellectual property and people share recipes online illegally to eat. In this future Monsanto genetically modified foods taking over all the crops were, in fact, preemptive copyright infringement claims.
In the future, criminal organizations poison online food banks with bad data. Many people fear getting food from ill-reputable sources.
In the future, everyone speaks in motivational English, a sort of ambiguous coaching and slogan infested sales gibberish. The book is narrated from the past so as to not read totally crazy all the time.
In the future, people are intelligent . They simply no longer reason using language. Words are too slow and have become some sort of status symbol, or like song. Actual discourse occurs by aggregating a collection of media into themes and asking someone to download your "curation;" which if accepted is a near instantaneous dump of ideas into your mindspace. This suggests that, even if an argument isn't coherent, 100 arguments, some yours, some others, some verbal, some not, curated together into a single theme and instantly dumped on demand, gets a point across faster. People no longer care about word efficacy, rather coolness factor or Likes.
In the future, everyone is on Segways because computers got smaller but not microscopic. The Segway is actually a sleek compact design for a thousand of today's server farms. The Segway acts as a personal Googleplex to interface with all the features of life 3000 (Segways in the future are actually Google Glass that got bigger) Hence their slogan: A Segway for your face.
In the future, there is the serious problem of "exposure" where a criminal asks you to accept a discourse then, instead, dumps corrupted memories of executions, murders, and sexual abuse into your mind space. This is a serious crime. If not contained it causes widespread psychological problems and degenerates society as a whole. This is why individuals connect to their own personal Googleplexes instead of sharing a centralized one.
"They told me that the streets on Mars were paved with gold, but when I got to Mars I realized that the streets were not paved with gold. In fact, they were not paved at all. Moreover, I was expected to pave them."
Send A Princess of Mars, it's public domain.
If this thing takes off Apps could be written in C/C++ or JS instead of Cocoa or Java. Probably Python down the road?
Ideally, i'll be buying one (or something similar) when the service contract on my X220 runs out in 2015. Hopefully it's enough of a computer to replace my computer by then.ï
More commodity hardware for Linux hackers to hack on isn't a bad thing. For now I donated $50 for a T-Shirt. I'm into it.
Or spell buy correctly?
Bitcoin illegal? Damn, how am I going to by my illicit drugs now?
Rape and death threats? How much misplaced pride and prejudice can a mob of idiots have?
Snap snap, grin grin, wink wink, nudge nudge, say no more?
Evolution isn't adapting.
Evolution has more to do with everyone else dying. People always make, what is to me, the strange assumption that evolution is an active process. Like, it's your personal responsibility to evolve. Evolution is, in fact, a spontaneous mutation. If the mutant dies it was a cruel mistake. If the mutant breeds, passes a trait to the next generation, and everyone else without that trait dies, then it's evolution.
Natural selection is nature doing the selection, not Microsoft's willpower.
I mean, I like Aesop's fables and the old testament as much as the next guy, but there's a big difference between the virtues of hard work, the perils of improvidence, and evolving.
When the weight of the paperwork equals the weight of the plane, the plane will fly. -- Donald Douglas