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PEOPLE LISTEN TO ME! I watched the Halloween livestream and Working Boys is AMAZING, I need more of you guys to be able to watch it so I can openly gush, so PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE help @the-real-team-starkid reach their next goal to fund Cinderella’s Castle and to unlock this short film!
Y'all, the world is sleeping on what NASA just pulled off with Voyager 1
The probe has been sending gibberish science data back to Earth, and scientists feared it was just the probe finally dying. You know, after working for 50 GODDAMN YEARS and LEAVING THE GODDAMN SOLAR SYSTEM and STILL CHURNING OUT GODDAMN DATA.
So they analyzed the gibberish and realized that in it was a total readout of EVERYTHING ON THE PROBE. Data, the programming, hardware specs and status, everything. They realized that one of the chips was malfunctioning.
So what do you do when your probe is 22 Billion km away and needs a fix? Why, you just REPROGRAM THAT ENTIRE GODDAMN THING. Told it to avoid the bad chip, store the data elsewhere.
Sent the new code on April 18th. Got a response on April 20th - yeah, it's so far away that it took that long just to transmit.
And the probe is working again.
From a programmer's perspective, that may be the most fucking impressive thing I have ever heard.
Agent Curt Mega knew his line of work was a risky one. Hell, if he had a buck for every narrow scrape with death, every bullet that barely missed him and injury that nearly left the A.S.S with one less agent, he probably wouldn't even have to be in this line of work.
He'd had so many narrow scrapes with death, in fact, that he was starting to become numbed to the idea entirely.
Shooting out someone's kneecaps to stop them escaping? Just part of the job. Being told to break into a Russian weapons facility, blow up said facility and get out of there with his life intact?
Piece of cake.
At least, that's what he'd told Owen.
"We'll be out of there in no time, O," he'd said the night before, the two of them sharing a cigarette and sitting in a shitty hotel room. Whether he was saying that to Owen or himself was another question entirely. It was a familiar scenario - over the last few years, they'd shared many a moment like this, and Curt had held onto every single one. The problem with a secret was that the more private something was, the less moments could be shared between the two before something split them apart.
So every time Curt kissed Owen, tasting cigarette smoke and cologne, he held on tight like he'd never see him again.
Owen looked at him as he pulled away - his eyes were gleaming with a mix of anticipation and something deeper, something more unspoken that had always been between the two of them. He clearly noticed Curt's hands fidgeting, searching for something to do, and tilted his head to the side with a smirk "Nervous, Mega?"
Curt laughed then, and all his thoughts about secrets were pushed to the side as he watched the way Owen ran a hand through his hair, smoothing it back. "In your dreams. Hell, I could go right now and get out of there without even a scratch."
"Not a scratch, eh? Well, old boy, guess we'll just have to see if your absurd self-confidence holds up tomorrow, then. How long do you bet you can make it out in?" Owen asked teasingly, and Curt quickly distracted him from the question by stealing another quick kiss.
"I give it six minutes," he said as he pulled away.
Owen smiled, then, before leaning against his shoulder - a warm gesture, and something more sweet than they were used to. "Sure, love," he murmured, and in one of the last moments they'd get to share, Curt let the outside world melt away as he let himself believe that he and Owen were the only ones in it.
April 26th will forever be spy day, a spies are forever holiday where we appreciate gay spies. mark next years calendars and also give us some god damn amazing fanart/fics/any piece of media
feeling this. how are we supposed to cope when we have spies on the mind.
I'm really gonna lose my shit between today and when the digital ticket hits. I can't even... I mean there will be a space of a few days where the show has happened, but I haven't seen it yet. And that makes me unwell. Like what if something amazing happens and I get spoiled? What if something amazing happens and I don't get spoiled? How am I just going to live my normal life??