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im tired of feeling powerless and started to have some unhinged thought. how hard is it to actually starting to work towards a solution just to realize a group of smarter people than me already have their answer and its involves ineffective pier and airdrops, alongside billions of dollar of arms toward the other side.

those are not accounting on regular spending and rnd i assume. also not all of them paid equally

my job is basically design and manufacture, the dependencies of 3d printers make my job wouldnt exist 10 years ago.

starlink officially comes to my country a few month back. Since then almost all of the local isp stock has dropped and now they are giving mass discount and increased bandwidth.

somewhere out there, there is an organism that is immune to radiation and this is their flashy ball toy. bet they have a sport about it too

even earth feels like an alien planet millions of years ago, imagine if advanced space faring civilization do probe earth and categorized it to be inhospitable before, during and after their civilization crumbled to dust.

im not a gardener or have any experience in gardening. but can you just use steel wire vertically and nylon horizontally so when the time to trim them down you just cut (i assume you use some kind of power tool) vertically along the steel wire?

isnt any fence in zombo apocalypse depend on how high they can stack at each other?

a group of dozens zeke can easily overcome 3 meters fence

i think he mean how korean males are at a disadvantage because mandatory military service. singapore has something similar but the rift is not as extreme as korea. korean males really despise feminism movement both because of that and cultural hierarchy. moon channel discussed this topic in length if youre interested

i've wondered about immortality for a while. it boils down to why would i want to be immortal and for me i just want to see and experience things. it also means that i'll experience a century living lavishly and surrounded by the perfect people i ever hoped to be with and another century where i'll be broke, alone and living in 10 sqm apartment. at this point then isnt i'm just a living library of babel of human experiences? then what kind of person i am then? a wise old sage or succumb to become a maniac? how many personalities, morals and ideology would come and pass. and how many of 'me' that lived and died? would that person still be me? would that person consciousness be the same as me right now? the more i think about immortality the more i think its just the same as death, just a different kind.