From a post on
realistic fighting in space: 'I always imagined that it would be just a huge empty blackness with the other ships too far away to see, the computer would identify and target them, and your ship would fire a cloud of ball bearings at relativistic speeds, which would make them more than capable of destroying any hull encountered. All of this would happen in complete silence and there would be no explosion. The other ship would simply decompress killing anyone in compartments that hadn't been sealed. The only flight that might happen would be the targeted ship accelerating away on an angle in an attempt to minimize contact with the cloud, but no flashy diving and rolling, just a calculated hard burn.' See also
Atomic Rocket.
*Immanent in the Manifold City: A Newspaper for Time-Travellers (via
Text Patterns) at
booktwo.org. The
world of 'Walking' Stewart, a ubiquitous figure in what might be termed C19 psychogeography /
Philobiblon, a weblog with a broad remit /
Surface Noise, a weblog. The
20 shots series is fine /
Duck Feeding Class, a weblog / the
end of Saab?.
We are sad /
Matthew Sheret's scrapbook.
Travel Intelligence Blog /
the underwhelmer, a tumbler / evocative images in
chai wallah's photostream / some people are good at living on the internet:
Hail Mary / the
end of id magazine / celebrating the
art of pulp fiction /
Elite's 25th anniversary / the
Bliptronic 5000 LED synthesizer.
Thank you to
The Bygone Bureau (and especially to the
tomorrow museum) for the recent
mention.
Labels: fictions, thoughts
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