The infinite patience of dogs.
Cats man… gotta love em XD
The Schwarzschild Radius: Nature’s Breaking Point
How far can you compress something before you reach nature’s ultimate breaking point—that is, before you create a black hole?
Inspired by Einstein’s theory of general relativity and its novel vision of gravity, the German physicist Karl Schwarzschild took on this question in 1916. His work revealed the limit at which gravity triumphs over the other physical forces, creating a black hole. Today, we call this number the Schwarzschild radius. The Schwarzschild radius is the ultimate boundary: We can receive no information from the black hole that lies within it. It is as if a portion of our universe has been cut off.
Cupid’s War / Reed and Nick
"People die," Nick replies, and perhaps his voice is a little harder than it really needs to be. He stops, and waits, and continues when he breathe again. "People die, it happens." And the normal reaction is to miss them, grieve then move the fuck on. Nick can admit that he might not be so great at the last bit. Perhaps he hasn’t done the first bit really either, but he can’t afford to. Doesn’t have the time, doesn’t have the freedom. The face of SHIELD expresses condolences, and does not share grief. Nick’s long accepted that the man is second to the position, though perhaps never before was it so much of a burden.
"I feel like," he continues eventually. "There is no good way for this conversation to go. Is there anyway we can go back to bitching about shitty cards, please?" It’s framed as a joke, but there is a lot more sincerity in it than Nick had actually intended.
Everything dies. Reed recognizes that mantra, it’s very nearly the same thing that he’s repeated to himself more often than he cares to admit. Everything dies, everything ends. If he were more like Sue, he’d know exactly what to say here. Bottling this up can’t be healthy for Nick, and there’s too strong a connection to his job that he seems to have stopped being able to distinguish between the man and the position. Reed is a little frustrated that Nick can’t completely turn off the ‘Commander Fury’ setting even here, even alone with someone he hopefully likes and trusts. But Reed isn’t at Sue’s level of people skills, so he can only sigh quietly. “When you’re ready to talk about it, please find me.” That’s the best offer he can make. “We… do have to deal with the cards, and everything else, eventually.” He glances back down to Quark, who’s fallen asleep at some point in the last few minutes, still sprawled lazily across the mattress and a little on one of Nick’s legs.
When the bough breaks the cradle can go fuck itself || Nick and Baby-faced Reed (^^)
"Word of mouth only, which is part of why the brass didn’t give it much attention. Kid who saw em couldn’t read, so couldn’t sign off on a statement. Based on what I got the tracks look like they’re made with tread, tire about five feet across, turned up a bit at the edges. Typical grooves for traction. But here’s the funny bits. First off, kid said it looked like it jumped. There’s a good forty feet of nothing before the tracks pick up again, and the kid swears up and down that the ground there was the same as everything around it. A couple of times there are obstacles in the way and the track disappears and reappears on the other side. And, and this one is my favorite." Nick sits back and folds his arms. "If what the kid is saying is true, the tread left behind is less than 1/8 of an inch in silt. Perfectly laid out, no debris kicked up." He shares a conspiratory smirk. "The tires supporting that width of tread alone should be fucking heavy enough to do more. Whatever we’re looking for is the size of a tank and the weight of a house cat. Which makes me really fuckin’ curious about the materials they used to built it.”
Reed pinches the bridge of his nose and squeezes his eyes shut in concentration. He’s thinking through what he’d memorized of Victor’s notes, after the accident (and he’d committed everything that was left to memory, even the mystical gibberish). “I need to see them for myself. This reminds me of the later work, though. My former associate’s,” the words taste bitter in his mouth, and he hopes that doesn’t show in his speech. “Gen II models were too heavy for his… employers.” It goes unmentioned that these employers were ultimately the US military, or that Reed recognized a few names when his help was requested with the current situation. “So they asked him to compensate for the weight. I think the engine matters as much as the materials. It runs a constant levitational-null field loop, which, combined the new lightweight steel alloy he invented and a low center of mass in his transport designs, greatly increases speed and maneuverability.”
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Discovery of quantum vibrations in ‘microtubules’ corroborates theory of consciousness
A review and update of a controversial 20-year-old theory of consciousness published in Physics of Life Reviews claims that consciousness derives from deeper level, finer scale activities inside brain neurons. The recent discovery of quantum vibrations in “microtubules” inside brain neurons corroborates this theory, according to review authors Stuart Hameroff and Sir Roger Penrose. They suggest that EEG rhythms (brain waves) also derive from deeper level microtubule vibrations, and that from a practical standpoint, treating brain microtubule vibrations could benefit a host of mental, neurological, and cognitive conditions.
Cupid’s War / Reed and Nick
As hard as thinking the words were, hearing them is so much more painful. Nick’s immediate reaction is deny. Deny, divert attention, perhaps inject some unfelt humor. Do anything but expose what Nick is coming to find is a raw, pulsing nerve.
He had this under control. He did.
Reed has the uncanny knack for burrowing down to the vulnerable places in Nick, and it only serves to highlight just how far Nick has already let him in.
His subconscious move, a jerk of the arm as it retreats to his face, is cut short by the firm grip Reed still has on it and in this moment Nick feels more exposed than he ever remembers before.
He won’t kid himself with the frivolous notion that he can’t lie to Reed. He damn well can, damn well has and very, very likely damn well will if and when it becomes necessary. A convenient lie won’t come now though, partially because somehow he knows it won’t be accepted.
But it’s also partly because he doesn’t want to.
Charles deserved better than that. He deserved so much better than the fuckload of shit life kept setting on fire and dropping on his doorstep, and he sure as hell deserved better from Nick.
So Nick doesn’t lie, but the truth won’t come either and the silence between him and Reed i heavy with awkwardness.
Reed lets the silence last as long as he could, giving Nick as much of a chance to respond as possible, but eventually he has to accept that no reply is forthcoming. “Nick,” he breathes, his heart cracking on his Beta’s behalf. At some level, he’s more cautious now, more aware of how very little he still knows about Nick, but what’s more important in this moment is that Nick is hurting so bad he can’t talk about it, can’t even joke or divert or lie about it. ”You’re allowed to miss him. I’d hardly think any less of you, dear.”