honoredb
Testing a sci-fi story from 1953
The Toxic Modernity Narrative
We Are Not Low Creatures
The Margins of Cybernetics (1963)
Glass Beads
The coming world of ubiquitous price discrimination
Marked Absent: Nothing is systemic in an unmarked system
We Have Made Science
Microbial Time – By Siv Watkins
The Art of Training Young People – By Benjamin Parry
The Original Lyrics to “Hark the Herald Angels Sing”
CockroachDB 22.2 adds user-defined functions and changefeeds on SQL queries
Software component names should be whimsical and cryptic
Show HN: Is My Mail-In Ballot in Danger?
I'm sure it'll be informative to learn exactly why every theoretical avenue for faster-than-light travel doesn't work, but I feel like we can infer from the size of the universe that these effects don't exist; if they did, they'd dominate our observations of the universe and we'd never have thought the speed of light was a fundamental limit in the first place.
You need to allow each voter to cast multiple fake votes, otherwise the briber/coercer could simply demand receipts for a fake vote in addition to the real ones. Could get a bit unwieldy. But the big advantage is that there's no extra complexity for the average voter, since they don't need to cast any fake votes.
Model prompt >>> As they sprinted together down the echoing, looping ramp of the deserted Guggenheim Museum, closely pursued by three swarthy members of the resolutely vicious Cannelloni gang, square-jawed British Royal Marine art historian/world's deadliest sniper John Savage and his voluptuous young modern art critic/Navajo linguist Samantha Silver cursed architect/interior designer/writer/educator Frank Lloyd Wright for designing such a circuitous route out of the building.
>>> ======================================== SAMPLE 1 ======================================== The fact that the entire way was over a five-pointed star of the "Stars of David," which both men had tattooed on their arms, was beside the point. Neither of them would have been deterred if their pursuers had been armed with nuclear weapons, which would undoubtedly obliterate the entire museum, as well as any of the many high-rise buildings surrounding it.
At the heart of the building is an enormous, ornate winged monolith bearing the words "
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"Just the way he built this place," Savage snarled, his hands clenched, "he'd be able to make any building disappear any time he wanted."
A couple of hours later, back at work, Silver and I were finally able to catch up with fellow explorer/writer/reporter Charles Fenton, who had been in the Museum galleries earlier in the day and stayed behind to observe our conversation. "That was quite a day!" he beamed at me.
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As they approached the main lobby, Savage turned and grinned, showing off his impressive, biceps-bound physique. There was a reason the gang of thugs had been lured here, he explained to Silver. There were two other entrances out to street level. "The most efficient way of crossing this place is by helicopter." He paused, eyes scanning the distance. "And that would require an army or navy to pull it off." He raised his gun and laughed. A few yards away, Savage and