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donutdrawsthings · 2 years
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FANTASTIC NEWS! the most cambrian arthropod of all time has been discovered a few days ago. It's called Balhuticaris Voltae
source: https://youtu.be/TCwYC3YWyZI
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Day 7
The Terran, as it proved, seemed to become more and more talkative every cycle. I did sight her in the meal hall today, as she sat on the surface of one of the tables, rather then on one of the stools surrounding it.
She seemed to be conserving rather animatedly with Wrin, who was still relatively clear-headed, for their standards. Quinn must have said something that caused a rather strong reaction in Wrin, if the sudden change of their complexion from its natural dark blue shade into a bright pink and back was any indicator.
I had spent the rest of the last cycle studying the previous entries to determine whether or not the human seemed to have any clue about my task of observing her. I came to the conclusion that, up to this point, the human had not signaled any discomfort due to suspicious behaviour, but I certainly should continue to be careful and not try to appear threatening or dubious.
I retrieved the human and proceeded to carry out the tasks at hand. It was relatively silent in the main control room for a while, until the human put down her current tools with much more force than needed, possibly signaling anger.
"Y‘know, I ain‘t trying to be rude, but this is really boring.", she spoke up.
My front pliers rattled in concern. "Are you…underwhelmed by your work?" This statement seemed completely illogical to me, but alas, I could not come up with another interpretation of the words she had uttered.
"I mean, no, but…yeah? I‘m not trying to say that its underwhelming, it‘s just…like, I‘m on a goddamn alien spaceship, y‘know? And I get to work with all this crazy alien technology, and that‘s amazing! But, once you‘ve figured out how it works, it just keeps working like that and everything‘s doing exactly what it‘s supposed to be doing and there‘s no real challenge behind it, y‘know." She had begun to wave her hands around in a manner which purpose I could not discern.
I remained silent for a while, processing the enormous amount of information that the human had just verbalized. No real challenge? What was that even supposed to convey? 
"I am not quite certain if I understood your complaint correctly. You are…upset due to…understanding the technology?"
"No! It‘s not that, just…you know, humans like challenges. We like to solve unsolvable things. For some, it‘s even a hobby. We need to challenge our mind and brain for it to develop. So, if we are faced with a kind of monotonous situation, we get bored."
I blinked. Were human brains really that much more complex than I had previously deemed?
I was not certain what would be an appropriate answer to such a revelation, so I said: "I regret that your mind is unchallenged by the work that has been assigned to you, but I fear I have no say in the matter. It is the Vitrichl‘s wish."
"I‘m not asking for a different job. I quite like where I am right now. I‘m just asking you if I can do something besides just standing here all day long. I was raised to use my hands. I can run errands and repair stuff and I‘m good at making adjustments and figuring out what is wrong with a machine. I can do that!"
I contemplated the suggestion for a while. I would not go against the Vitrichl‘s wishes, and right now, the ship was running smoothly, apart the two leaks in close proximity to each other. I attempted  to think of something "more challenging" for the human to be tasked with. As nothing came into the front of my mind, I consulted V-7.
"V-7, are there any machines in need of a reparation that could be performed by the human?"
The human jumped in distress as the AI answered after scanning the ship. 
"The engines in sector 3 seem to be in need for a routine check-up."
"Holy shit, it can talk?!", the human spoke up, causing me to turn in it‘s direction. The humans complexion seemed to be even lighter than its natural shade, although it tended to be the most extreme around, what I assumed was, her nose (a protuberance placed in the middle of its face, seemingly a bone structure covered with skin, with two holes at the bottom facing the ground, perhaps nostrils).
I blinked once more. I could not determine what a "holy shit" was supposed to be, so I simply decided on answering the human‘s question. "Yes. "It" is called V-7, an artificial assitant integrated into the ship.", I informed her.
"There seem to be engines in sector 3 that you could examine."
The Terran made movement with her hand, swinging it from her body towards the door, seemingly indicating for me to take her to the location. "Lead the way." 
I guided the human to the aforementioned sector and instructed her on the proper routine check-up etiquette.
I observed her method for a matter of time before deeming it safe enough to leave the premises. In the main control room, I continued to observe the human over a video recording V-7  displayed, until another problem required my attention.
Once I am given the opportunity to watch the full tape, any further observations will be recorded here.
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cypherdecypher · 9 months
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Animal of the Day!
Common Wombat (Vombatus ursinus)
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(Photo by Marco Tomasin)
Conservation Status- Least Concern
Habitat- Southeastern Australia
Size (Weight/Length)- 40 kg; 1 m
Diet- Grasses; Moss; Roots; Fungi; Leaves
Cool Facts- The common wombat is a thick bodied, helpful marsupial. These ecological engineers aid in stirring up forest soils while digging burrows, assisting greatly in plant growth. Their burrows provide shelter for a variety of other species, ranging from echidnas to wallabies to koalas and reptiles. During the 2020 Australia brushfires,  thousands of animals survived the flames by taking shelter in wombat burrows. Common wombats are tolerant of their neighbors, but if annoyed or threatened they use their thick booty to crush the threat to the side of the burrow. Wombats often live in the same burrow their entire life unless forced out by humans or if the burrow is destroyed during floods.
Rating- 12/10 (A landlord that never asks for rent.)
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legobiwan · 11 months
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Alright, I finally watched Pacific Rim last night and yeah, okay, I get it now. From what I've read, the second movie is not as good but the prospect of a Charlie Day corruption/possession arc is just too tasty for me to ignore, so I'll have to load that one up soon.
Tangentially related, but I CANNOT unsee Luigi in everything this man does. He was truly born to be a green plumber from Brooklyn.
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thefirststarr · 5 months
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SPACEMAS DAY 7 ✨🪐🌎☄️☀️🌕
The big, beautiful Andromeda Galaxy, M31, is a spiral galaxy a mere 2.5 million light-years away. Image data from space-based and ground-based observatories have been combined here to produce this intriguing composite view of Andromeda at wavelengths both inside and outside normally visible light. The visible light shows where M31's stars are now, highlighted in white and blue hues and imaged by the Hubble, Subaru, and Mayall telescopes. The infrared light shows where M31's future stars will soon form, highlighted in orange hues and imaged by NASA's Spitzer Space Telescope. The infrared light tracks enormous lanes of dust, warmed by stars, sweeping along Andromeda's spiral arms. This dust is a tracer of the galaxy's vast interstellar gas, raw material for future star formation. Of course, the new stars will likely form over the next hundred million years or so. That's well before Andromeda merges with our Milky Way Galaxy in about 5 billion years.
Image Credit: NASA/Hubble
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dewarism · 9 months
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please reblog this if you are a noah kahan listener i need to know
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lesbianfakir · 7 months
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soldier-poet-king · 10 months
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Oh man I looked at the notes on that evolution & Christianity poll (a mistake, clearly), like, how can so many people be so fkin stupid. Yes thats mean of me to say but. Y'all are really out here being strict biblical literalists?? Not even most of the early christian theologians & church fathers were strict biblical literalists?? There is no historical basis to being an extreme literalist abt the bible?? Presumably you received SOME sort of education and can read and think critically?? You can't ALL have been raised in an information restrictive cult??
99% of the time im ready to throw hands with Catholicism because oh boy we have beef and I hate it here, but at least we're not Like That TM.
Oh Fr Georges Lemaître, father of the Big Bang Theory, we're really in it now.
#not to dunk on my Protestant friends ily#but like. protestantism is one hell of a drug. holy shit#like do i think ultimately what you believe about the evolution is the end of the world. no#BUT it indicates underlying literalist thinking which leads to problems that ACTUALLY affevt everyday life#and also just. deliberate ignorance. conspiracy theory thinking#not to b like. one thing leads to another. but these r definitely related patterns of thinking#and as much as im like. I fuckin hate catholics#its current western catholics that i rlly hate#theres at least a long history of intellectual freedom and science#yes at times obvs limited and repressed. but at least its not yknow. literalism. i would fuckin die#are yall really out here thinking abt literal adam and eve and creation in 7 days. really. REALLY?#altho. i went to hs with a young earth creationist who thot dinos and humans existed at the same time#so why. am i not surprised anymore#anyway yeah individual catholics are largely insane and i will fistfight trads#but at least like. INSTITUTIONALLY. we're allowed space to think and question#doctrinally thats allowed. even if trads refuse it in practice#ho ho holy shit yall#deadass did not think there was a significant amount of biblical literalists and creationists on TUMBLR of all places#both atheists and trads who think religion and science are fundamentally opposed.#think again. u r all. dummies. i am too tired to be polite abt it#im tired of ppl with no thinking skills <-its elections here today im extra full of rage#mrk saunders can catch my hands ALSO#i saw someone say that theres no basis to interpret the bible as allegorical#as if everytime Jesus said a parable ans the apostles took it literally#he had to sit them down and be like#boys. i love u. stop being stupid. its an allegory for the people.#WHAT THE FUCK IS A PARABLE IF NOT AN ALLEGORICAL INSTRUCTIVE STORY#genuinely. maybe i am naive. but deadass thot the adam and steve crowd thing was a joke. not a genuine argument against the gays#or at the very least a rare opinion blown out of proportion#ARE YALL OK IN PROTESTANT MAJORITY AREAS???????
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mxwhore · 7 months
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working on the daunting task of having an earlier bedtime and rising time
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x-heesy · 9 months
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Science et Vie Micro magazine (1989) Part1
Me Roar - Format:B Remix by Super Flu, Monkey Safari, Format:B @wetwicksdry 🦁
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lindahall · 9 months
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Liberty Bell 7 – Scientist of the Day
Liberty Bell 7, a space capsule, was launched atop a Mercury-Redstone 4 rocket, on July 21, 1961.
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Day 7 (Part 2): The tape
I have made it my highest priority to observe the human these past cycles. Therefore, it would obviously be beneficial to access the recording of her work on the engine in Sector 3, which could possibly grant me a further insight into 'human' behaviour. 
The recording of the human began as I had left it the prior cycle, with the human working methodically through the parts of the engine, exactly like I had demonstrated. She seemed to learn quickly, although it was uncertain whether that was a trait all humans possessed.
Nothing of note, except for the fact that she uttered the phrase "Fuck me!" after dropping a piece of equipment. I assumed this was perchance a human profanity, given the tone of the human and the circumstances in which it was uttered.
The Terran kept working for quite some time without anything of further note, until, all of a sudden, she opened her mouth again.
At first, I assumed she was speaking. It was not visible to whom, perhaps herself, although that would have been a subject of utmost concern, since it was unclear if humans regularly talked to themselves or if this was, perhaps, a sign of a faltering mind. 
But, as I came to realize, it was far too melodic. She seemed to be singing. The indicator for this sudden outburst was unclear. Was it out of religious reasons? Was it part of the humans‘ culture? Why had she started so suddenly? I found no certain answer.
Perhaps the book V-7 had informed me about had a section about humans‘ relation to music. Unfortunately, the book was most certainly still located in system Skė-51-33, and me suddenly acquiring possession of the seemingly only copy was not exactly probable. I‘d have to ask the human.
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cypherdecypher · 7 months
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Animal of the Day!
Cuban Macaw (Ara tricolor)
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(Painting by Jacques Barraband)
Extinction Date- 1864
Habitat- Cuba
Size (Weight/Length)- 50 cm long
Diet- Seeds; Fruits
Cool Facts- The Cuban macaw was widespread throughout Cuba but, unfortunately, little is known about their behavior. They were thought to have nested in hollow trees and live in small flocks. They most likely ate hard seeds, like palm nuts, and tough fruits, crushing them with their beak. Cuban macaws were originally hunted for their feathers and meat by native peoples but when Europeans arrived in the 15th century, they were prized cagebirds. The macaws were captured alive and shipped off to Europe to be sold as a pet. A massive hurricane was the nail in the coffin and the rest of the macaws were wiped out. Scarlet macaws remain as the Cuban macaw’s closest relative. While scarlet macaws are considered least concern, they are still threatened by the pet trade and hunting in a similar manner to the Cuban macaw. Conservation efforts to prevent illegal poaching for both dead and alive macaws is in effect throughout their native range.
Rating- 11/10 (One of the smallest macaws and one of the most brilliantly colored.)
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There will be no foolish use of AI or silly single choice exams in this course. As such I don’t expect many of you to appreciate the subtle science and exact art that are Humanities and Social Sciences.
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scifipinups · 2 years
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On this day...
Species - July 7, 1995
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Natasha Henstridge as ‘Sil’
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gerec · 2 years
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Au-gust 2022
Find previous prompts here: AU-gust Challenge 2022
7. Science Fantasy
Pairing(s): Cherik Warnings: None
Star Wars AU! Follows after my ficlet Hunting for Beskar :D
“I have a bad feeling about this,” Erik mutters, as they slip quietly up the gangway of the docked Imperial Cruiser. They’ve managed to evade the spaceport patrols thanks to Summers’ intel, while McCoy has managed to override the security systems without triggering any alarms. So far, everything is going exactly to Erik’s plan – intercept on Brentaal, midway on the Hydian Way trade route between Corellia and Ord Mantell – and it certainly looks as though they’ll actually get away with stealing the shipment of Beskar from his former employers.
Except that everything has gone just a touch too smoothly, given the intricacy of their planned heist and the size of their payload, and Erik has been doing this for too long to believe that the luck they’ve had so far is going to hold.
At his side, Charles grins at him, as though he knows exactly what Erik’s thinking, and he curses again for ever agreeing to another one of Xavier’s mad and always lethal operations. As fantastic as the sex is every time, he’s not sure it’s worth getting a blaster shot in the face (there was that one time too where he was almost fed to a Rancor on Nal Hutta) though Erik has a bad habit of forgoing all common sense around the Xavier siblings.
Behind them, their motley crew of smugglers and mercenaries follow, armed to the teeth with enough ordnance to take out a few Imperial platoons. And that’s not even counting the Mandalorian who hired them for the job, who Erik hasn’t actually heard speak to anyone except Charles. Between ‘Howlett’, Raven, Summers and two of Erik’s own – Angel and Janos – there should hopefully be enough people on hand to haul the Beskar back to the ship.
(His co-pilot Azazel and McCoy are waiting for their signal, ready to come in turrets blazing to extract them if needed.)
His knowledge of the cruiser’s layout has them bypassing all the hot spots and chokepoints, and soon enough they’re on the detention level where he knows the Beskar is stored. The cargo bays are entirely too open and difficult to defend, so anything of real value ends up being stowed away in cells behind security doors and shield generators.
(That’s a rule Erik himself recommended and implemented fleet-wide, while he was still working under Shaw’s command.)
Of course, once they get there, the Beskar isn’t the only thing they discover, and Charles’ face drains entirely of color before he’s shooting the panel to the cell door and setting off every conceivable alarm.
“What the kriffing Bantha’s ass are you doing, you maniac!” he seethes, as Charles shoves past him to quickly rewire the doors. Only Raven seems unfazed by her brother losing his damn mind, going wildly off plan to very quietly get in and get out without alerting the Imps. “You’re going to bring the entire ship to our location and get us all killed.”
“I know,” Charles says, his voice stripped of all its usual smugness and irreverence. There’s a determined look in his eye that Erik doesn’t know – has never seen in all the time they’ve spent together on and off-mission – and he realizes in an instant that something very big and very terrible is about to be revealed. “Erik, I need you to take Howlett, Angel and Janos and grab all the Beskar you can carry. I’ll create a diversion to buy you some time to contact the Genosha for pickup.”
Snarling, Erik grabs Charles by the arm and doesn’t let go, anger and fear making him less than amenable to taking orders from his some-time lover. “I’m not going anywhere until you tell me what’s going on.”
McCoy’s voice comes over the comlink then, crackling with static and barely discernable from the sirens blaring overhead.
Charles, whatever you’re doing you’ve got T-minus one minute to do it. Stormtroopers on your level, headed your way.
And that’s also when the contents of the cell reveal themselves to Erik and the others; three young teens all wearing force suppression collars, who fling their arms around Charles and hold on to him like a lifeline.
“Master Charles,” one of the girls whispers, as Charles hugs them all fiercely, hand gently stroking the girl’s long red hair. “I knew you weren’t dead.”
“It’s alright, Jean. I’m here,” Charles says.
“He will be if we don’t all get out of here,” Howlett interjects. “Run now. Talk later.”
Too stunned to argue, Erik can only nod in agreement, and hope they make it out alive so he can get some much-needed answers.
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