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Look again at that dot. That's here. That's home. That's us. On it everyone you love, everyone you know, everyone you ever heard of, every human being who ever was, lived out their lives. The aggregate of our joy and suffering, thousands of confident religions, ideologies, and economic doctrines, every hunter and forager, every hero and coward, every creator and destroyer of civilization, every king and peasant, every young couple in love, every mother and father, hopeful child, inventor and explorer, every teacher of morals, every corrupt politician, every "superstar," every "supreme leader," every saint and sinner in the history of our species lived there--on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam. [click for more]
-Carl Sagan
as long as one of the scientists looks like tom green with glasses and is handy with a crowbar were smilin' |
Well, truth be told, this seems like a cooler way to "go out" than any of the other already thought of methods. |
I would have liked this thread so much more if it had been entitled "European Collider -- Oh Dear!" |
Last edited by AcesandEights; 24-Jun-2008 at 03:18 PM.
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They made us too smart, too quick, and too many. We are suffering for the mistakes they made because when the end comes, all that will be left is us. That's why they hate us.
There is no target consumer! Only targets. Targets that will tremble as their new master hands down edicts in my glorious booming voice!
No I'm not a religious nut but its the name of a book by Douglas Preston about EXACTLY this. In the book they are using a machine just like this on the edge of an indian reservation. The public ignores it until some televangelist catches on and starts saying they're trying to disprove God and the bible. meanwhile, the machine malfunctions ( maybe) and God starts speaking to the scientists through it. |
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